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[pazzispizookies]

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Hey Guys! I hope you all enjoyed chapter 6! I wouldn’t freaking know because no one gives me feedback expect for my dedicated pookies. Also go check out @izzih22 new series if you haven’t! Along with @hereforuconnwbb new series!! but I would like to hear y’all’s feedback more, post a comment, send inbox or Dm with what u like/dislike abt the chapters so I know what yall want to see better! I’d appreciate it so very much pookies. Have fun reading… ;)

Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

The quiet vibration of the car engine filled the space.

Thoughts swirling in both girls heads about what had happened at the diner.

“So, are you gonna tell me where your driving? or am I just being kidnapped?” Azzi asked, glancing over at Paige.

Paige was resting on hand on the steering wheel, spread out lazily but still maneuvering the car with persision, “I figured you’d want something sweet, you have a disgusting sweet tooth Az,”

Azzi felt her heart tighten a little at Paige knowing what she wanted, then it struck her. How did she know? “How do you know I have a sweet tooth? are you really a stalker P, its getting kinda scary.” She teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Something had definitely changed. It was unspoken but still, their flirting had gone from having an underlying sense of rivalry, to now having a heat behind it. Azzi had realized the day she met Paige their relationship was going to be different. Like a cosmic pull was stringing them closer. And now, she thought that it might not have been a ‘cosmic pull’ but just pure attraction. Something that scared her in the best way.

Paige had the same idea, less intense, but she knew she wanted Azzi. She wanted her bad. But she was the reason their relationship started off rocky, but she didn’t regret it. If anything she was glad she could flirt with Azzi and blame it on her hating her. Even though that reason wasn’t the truth. She felt herself looking at Azzi, from in class, to stealing glances of her during practice, to when she was alone in bed at night and found herself on her Instagram page, admiring the small details of her from her modeling posts. It was all something she knew was apart of something larger, something was going to happen between them. She knew Azzi was different already.

Paige looked over at Azzi, the moonlight and streets casting a warm glow into her deep brown eyes, “I’m not a stalker, just observant.”

Just as Paige said that, she started to pull into a Ice cream store parking lot,

“Ice cream?” Azzi asked, trying to hide her pure child-like excitement.

Paige saw the way her eyes lit up, it tugging at her heart a little, “Yes, are you five years old by any chance?”

Azzi scoffed, clicking off her seatbelt and grabbing her phone, “is it a crime to like ice cream as a 16 year old? Last time I checked it wasn’t.”

Paige rolled her eyes, still trying to pretend she wasn’t falling for every little thing Azzi said. She had always been the type to fall quickly, more often then not getting hurt by it. But it was something about herself she couldn’t change. she feared that it would hurt her again, but there’s no stopping whats in motion.

Paige got out of the car, making sure to grab her wallet and phone.

Azzi did the same, already have started to walk towards the building.

Paige caught up with her, hands in pockets and decided to verbalize wat she had been thinking about. “So..we should probably talk about the whole ‘Ash’ thing.”

Paige opened the door for Azzi, letting her in first. To which Azzi returned a small smile, not one of her normal cocky ones toward Paige, but one from her heart.

They walked in and noticed it was pretty packed,

“Yeah we can talk…after ice cream. Also, maybe we should sit outside, it’s pretty busy in here, yknow get some quiet. If it doesn’t make you too nervous.”

Paige leaned her head back a little, narrowing her eyes on Azzi, “I wont be nervous, already have you wrapped around my finger.”

Azzi shook her head foundly, letting out an exhale, “You’ve got that all wrong Bueckers. Cmon, I want ice creammmm!”

Azzi grabbed Paiges forearm and pulled her towards the counter, speaking up to the worker immediately.

She didn’t need to look at the menu, already knowing what to order. “Hi, could I get a medium cup of Rocky road, with sprinkles and hot fudge?”

The worker nodded and looked at Paige,

Paige added in, “Uh yeah can I just get a small cup of vanilla? That’s all.”

Azzi glared at her, “Boring.”

Paige scoffed, “Not boring, just an aware athlete trying not to poison herself.”

The worker who was watching the teasing, amused, spoke up. “It’ll be 7.98, and can I just say you guys are such a cute couple. You can tap on the screen by the way.”

Azzis face felt a rush of heat at the awkward moment, but Paige not wanting to let the moment to be bad for all of them spoke, “Thanks,” While she tapped her phone to the screen to pay.

Azzi was a little taken a back by her answer, making a mental note to ask her about it later. But greatful that it shut down the conversation.

The worker smiled while she handed the ice cream cups to each of them along with spoons. “Have a good night you guys.”

Paige simply nodded at her, and Azzi replied, “You too.”

They started to walk towards the door, the silence between them deafening.

Paige open the door for Azzi once again, to which Azzi didn’t have the same reaction before, a little lost in her thoughts.

They walked in awkward silence to a bench at the back of the building, it was surrounded by green grass and overlooking a quiet park in the still of the night. Only illuminated by a street light and the moon, the warm night air sweeping through.

Azzi sat down on the same side as Paige, positioned foward looking out at the park.

But as it hit Azzi, her brain simply fried from everything, she blurted out, “ugh, why do you always smell like that.”

Paige startled out of her thoughts grew a little concerned at the sudden sentence. “Uh…like what?”

Azzi became aware of what it sounded like she was implying, quickly corrected herself. “No, not like that yknow. like every time we have class or after running miles at practice you still smell really good, it’s annoying.”

Paige felt herself heat up at the silly compliment, “You obsessed with me, huh?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her ice cream while looking at the park across the field from them. Paige looked over at her profile, noting the soft curves in her nose and the way her eyelashes caught the moonlight.

“I’m not obsessed with you, just… observant as well.”

Paige shook her head, the awkwardness from emailer seemingly dissipating into the night air.

“So, Ash. Whats our plan for that?” Paige redirected.

Azzi crossed her legs and met Paiges eyes, which were strickingy blue still. “You mean my plan to get us out of the issue you created? Haven’t thought much about it yet.”

Paige sighed, taking a bite of her ice cream and thinking.

Azzi spoke first, also running it through her mind, “well, I mean, I guess I’ll text her tonight. Maybe like a few of her highlights, see if she leads.”

Paige nodded, “Yeah, she’ll lead. She always does.”

Azzi was quiet for a beat, but then she cleared her throat and met Paiges gaze again. “How come you didn’t correct the worker in here when she called us a couple.”

The truth was, Paige didn’t hate hearing someone mistake them for a couple. “I just didn’t want it to be awkward, correcting her would just make us all feel a little weird.”

Azzi hummed, taking in what she said, even though not believing it to an extent.

Then just in that moment of silence, her phone buzzed.

Paige grabbed Azzis phone hearing the buzz, like she had the right too.

“Hey!” Azzi protested at the blonde

Paige looked at her phone seeing a notification.

Instagram:

Ash: hey pretty, you invite your team yet? just trying to get a head count lol.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at Paige’s face, it contorting into one of confusion and some relief.

“What is it?” She asked,

Paige turned the phone around to reveal the message, which she quickly scanned.

“Maybe you were right. That’s pretty friendly.” Paige said, fully handing the phone to her. But something in her tone was off….almost upset.

“You good?” Azzi asked having noticed the underlying tone,

Paiges jaw clenched slightly, avoiding eye contact with her, “yeah I’m good. You should respond.”

Azzi took a second to study Paige, wonder what she was thinking before opening the phone.

She went to instagram, reading it through again. Then turned back to Paige, “sooo..what do I say?”

Paige wanted her to say nothing, she was almost blinded by the thought of Azzi flirting with her Ex because of her stupidity. But she had to push those feelings down, knowing that this was the only way to get Ash to not leak anything.

“Well..you flirt.” Paige responded. Also looking at the phone

Azzi let out a huff, “I know that big head, but I mean, like how?”

Paige looked up, “how? You don’t know how to flirt?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes, but then looked away quickly. Because truthfully, she didn’t. Paige was the only one she had ever really flirted with, and that was only because it was a challenge….well at least at first.

“I don’t go around flirting with everyone, unlike you.” She replied,

Paige rolled her eyes, focusing back on her ice cream in hand, taking a slow bite, lingering the plastic spoon in her mouth. “I don’t flirt with everyone, Azzi.” She said, her voice nearing a dangerous level of honesty.

Those words kicked her back into focus, knowing they had a double meaning, and knowing the meaning behind it wasn’t one to explore tonight. “Well, looks like it to me. Yknow you do that thing.” Azzi said, gesturing towards Paige’s face.

Paige looked over amused, dropping her voice to a smooth teasing one. “What thing? Look pretty?”

Azzi scoffed at her, the only worse about Paige being pretty is that she knew it. “Not that.”

“So you admit I’m pretty?” Paige quickly replied, leaning in.

“I never said that”

“But you never denied it.”

Azzi took the challenge,

She leaned in even closer to Paige, inches away, and whispered, “yeah, you’re pretty. Happy?”

Paige felt heat pool at the words, mixed with the limited space between them, she’d do anything to close the gap.

“That. Right there,”

Azzi looked at her confused, “huh?”

Paige leaned back, creating some much needed space, ”that was flirting, even if it wasn’t as good as mine, you do know what to do, Princess.” She said as she took another bite of ice cream.

“Okay 1. Your not much better at flirting them me. 2. I have to do this over text, to a stranger.” Azzi answered, glancing back down at her open phone,

“Psh, we both know I can flirt better, that’s okay to admit. And yknow just like, use what you have to your advantage.”

“What I have? What do you mean?” Azzi said looking into her blue eyes,

Paige let her gaze drift off again, thinking about if she was gonna be honest. But with a breath, she decided it was easier to just suck it up and say it. “Post yourself. A good photo of yourself. She’ll reply to it. I’ll bet on that,”

Azzi looked at her, confused because she thinks Paige may have just given her a compliment, a complicated one nevertheless. “Okay, I will. Is my face just that alluring? She’ll come running at the sight of it.”

“Anyone with a brain would come running to you if they had the chance,” Paige said, leaning in.

Azzi breath caught for a split second, caught off guard by Paige’s words.

Paige caught the reaction. A grin spreading across her face. “See? I’m better at flirting.”

Azzi shoved her. Which drew a dramatic groan from Paige.

“Shut up, I’ll post something tonight. Even if I look like a desperate slut because of it.”

Paige nodded, still slightly smiling. “Lookin foward to it.”

A comfortable silence feel over them for a minute, neither one complaining about it, because there was just something nice about being in each others presence.

“You done?” Azzi asked, looking at Paige’s and her own empty cups.

“Yea,” she said standing up, offering out a hand for Azzi.

Her heart warmed at the small gesture, it just seemed to be something Paige did without thinking, showing that she wasn’t all that bad.

Azzi grabbed her hand, lingering on it for a second before pulling away.

Paige felt the touch stretch, but really she didn’t want it to end. It seemed like their hands fit perfectly together.

“You’re driving.”

Paige caught the keys Azzi just threw at her with a groan,

*****

They walked back to the car,

as both of them sat down in their chairs, Azzi speaks up. “Yknow, we don’t really have anything tomorrow until practice, schools closed for voting or something.”

“Yeah…and?” Paige asked.

Azzi hesitated for a second, “my parents and bothers aren’t home, maybe you wanna come over? If you don’t that’s totally fine too.”

Paige was a little shocked at the invitation, especially since she didn’t know if Azzi felt the same pull to be around her, “Yeah, sure -um yeah.” Paige replied, smile tugging at her mouth.

“Cool,” Azzi replied as nonchalant as she could (which wasn’t very much)

Paige started to drive in the direction of Azzis house, silently freaking out, because hanging out alone with her in an empty house was a little more than she could handle.

After 6 mintues of music filled silence between them, Paige pulled into her driveway.

Azzi got out of the car, waiting for Paige to follow,

They made their way up the stairs and she started fumbling with her key at the door before pausing for a moment and looking at Paige, “Oh - but the way. I have a kid.”

“A what?” Paige said shocked.

Azzi chuckled. “Yeah, she’s only a year old. But don’t be too loud, I think she’s asleep.”

“You have a kid? Since when?” Paige asked, racking her mind.

Azzi played into it more, “yeah, she’s the love of my life. We tried to keep it hidden from the public as much as we could.”

“uhh—Okay?” Paige replied, completely baffled at this new information.

Azzi pushed the door open, making her way inside as Paige followed suit.

“Wait right here, I’ll go get her.” Azzi said looking back, trying to hide her lying.

Paige threw her hands up, with a shrug. “Okay I guess?”

Azzi wandered off into the house, opening her bedroom door to find Stewie, her dog and baby. Asleep on her bed.

“Hey stew, I have someone to meet.” She said carefully picking up the tired dog.

stewie started wagging her tail at the sound of Azzi voice, gleefully letting herself be picked up.

Azzi tried to stay as quiet as she could while walking back to Paige, making her way to the living room.

Paige stood there on her phone, racking socials for information on Azzi apparent pregnancy.

She didn’t even hear Azzi creep up until she spoke, “Paige this is Stewie, my baby. and Stewie this is Paige.”

Stewie started barking in Azzis arms at the sight of the blonde.

“Really?”

“What?” Azzi said placing Stewie down, “She’s my baby.”

“You so annoying Az,” Paige said, putting her phone away, slightly relieved to see Azzi didn’t have a whole child.

She bent down to pet Stewie who was already at her legs, “Hey there Stewie, You have a stupid mom. Sorry about that.”

Azzi crossed her arms and scoffed, taking offense“She does not!”

Paige stood back up and chucked, “Sureeeee”

Azzi rolled her eyes and started walking towards her room, motioning for Paige to follow.

Once they entered her room Azzi plopped down on her bed, As for Paige, she stood awkwardly in the door way.

“Uhhh, what’re you doing?”

Paige shrugged, “standing.”

“Well stop it, it’s weird, sit down.” She said patting a spot next to her on the bed.

Paige pushed off the wall and sat down next to Azzi on her pink bed.

she looked around the room, it was everything Azzi times 100.

Light pink walls, books stacked with vines hanging off of it, Icecream stickers on her laptop with a neatly organized desk. Even to her pink queen sized bed, having being perfectly made and adorned with Unicorn pillows, only the soft glow from fairly lights illuminating the space.

“Wow, your rooms so ‘5 year old girl’ meets ‘clean freak’ “

Azzi scoffed and leaned back on her pillows, “Shut up, it’s probably better then yours.”

Paige looked down at her, slightly taken back by her beauty. Her curls sprawled out over the light pink pillow, she relaxed completely from being in a comfortable area. “It’s not. Mines much more ‘13 year old boy with a Lebron James obsession’ “

“I’d bet.” Azzi responded, looking into Paiges eyes, only now aware of the fact Paige was on her bed. In her house. Looking this good.

“Uh so anyways, you dated Ash, so you know what she likes right?”

Paige nodded, “to an extent”

“so I need you to help me with the post, the one to lure her in.”

Paige shook her head “I told you, I don’t know how to do girl things.”

Azzi sighed then threw a pillow at her, causing her to yelp.

“Well you better learn.”

“Abuse, Azzi. Abuse.” Paige said pretending to be hurt

Azzi stuck her tounge out at her, “Yeah, yeah. Now lay down, your being oddly uncomfortable, I don’t bite.” She said now getting up and moving for her closet.

Paige laid down, feeling a lot less uncomfortable by her words, sighing at the feeling of being relaxed after a long day. “Where’re you going?”

Azzi had disappeared into her closet for a moment, returning holding a few shirts. “Gettting options.”

“Options for what?” Paige asked, fully sprawled out on Azzi bed.

“For my shirt for the photos stupid, I can’t take them in this.”

“You could. You still look good to me.” Paige replied, sweeping her gaze over Azzi’s body

Azzi rolled her eyes even thought the compliment and attention felt nice. “Hush, Now help me pick.” She said thorwing three shirts at Paige.

Page picked the rudely thrown clothes up, the first one being a white cop top, nothing special. “No,”

The second one being a green top, half off the shoulder, “No.”

and the third being a tight black top, the v neck dangerously low with long sleeves. “this.” She said throwing the shirt back at Azzi.

“Really?” She asked, shocked by the choice.

Paige nodded, “Mhm, most slut like, she likes that.”

“Ew, but okay.” Azzi replied, moving towards the closet, shirt in hand.

She took a second to change, having to switch from a sports bra to a normal one, then came out of her closet to show Paige.

“Good?”

“Hot.” Paige replied simply, starring straight at Azzi cleavage.

“pervert.” Azzi said making her way to her desk.

She threw her speaker to the bed, “Play something, its too quiet I can hear you starring at me”

Paige grabbed the speaker, “Okay, no complaining though.”

Azzi nodded.

Paige unlocked her phone, knowing exactly what to play. She went to Bluetooth and connected the speaker, and stared playing “Crybaby” by Sza softly.

The sounds filled the air as Azzi applied some Mascara and highlighter, curling her eyelashes along with it.

after 5 mintues Paige groaned, “what are you doinggggg, I’m bored.”

Azzi didn’t even turn around, not entertaining Paige. “Go on your phone, stupid.”

Paige did just that, looking at her feed for about 2 seconds before turning a pillow into a weapon, launching it at Azzi.

Azzi scoffed and turned around, “what did you just do.”

Paige didn’t respond, instead grabbing another pillow and throwing it at her “Nothin”

Azzi practiacally launched herself out of her chair, immediately grabbing a pillow and smacking Paige.

Paige did the same, grabbing a pillow and smacking her dead in the chest to which Azzi fought back hard, grabbing another and smacking her face,

“Oh your dead” Paige said sitting up and grabbing Azzis waist to pull her foward,

Azzi felt the touch on her, but then felt another blow straight to her face, she stumbled onto her bed, reaching over to hit Paige.

But the way she ended up on Paige, was a little….different than she’d hoped, realizing after a few more hits she was fully straddling Paige.

Paige also stopped fighting feeling the weight of Azzi on top of her.

a silence feel over the room.

Both of them just looking at each other.

Azzi looked more gorgeous then Paige had ever seen, the soft lighting, the flattering color from her shirt, her hair slightly tussled and sprawled out on her shoulders, but her eyes were the best thing. Because they were staring intensely at her.

“Um. Well this is awkward.” Azzi said, stating to get up from her spot.

Paige found herself moving instinctively, wanting Azzi to stay exactly where she was.

Her hand found her waist, firmly holding her down. “Don’t move.”

“What?” Azzi asked, even though she needed to move because an unwelcomed throbbing began in her.

“Don’t move.” Paige repeated now leaning over to grab her phone.

“What’re you doing Paige?” Azzi asked, completely not okay with the amount of turned on she was right now.

Paige felt the same, even if she didn’t know Azzi was relating. But as she turned back to her, phone in hand and one still firmly on her waist. She spoke “This is perfect for the photo, just saying.”

Azzi glanced at her, the realized she was probably right. The light was hitting her softly and she was in a pretty questionable position, one that Ash would surely comment on.

“Uh okay.” She responded.

Paige kept a hand on her waist, pretending like it was the most natural thing in the world, which to some extent, it felt like it was.

She unlocked her phone and got on the camera app, pointing the phone up at Azzi.

On the screen she looked even better, the angle was working for her and her brown eyes seemed to glow brighter than the moon. She looked stunning. Unreal.

“What do I do? Just smile?” Azzi asked, feeling a little awkward.

“You’re literally a model bro, how do you not know how to pose.” Paige replied.

“Because most of the time i’m not straddling someone’s lap.” Azzi said, reminding Paige of the position.

Paige thought for a moment about what she could do, then she dug her fingers deeper into Azzis hips. Earning a slew of laughter to come from her.

“Paige! Stop!!” Azzi said completely losing it while being tickled.

Paige smiled up at her, taking a bunch of pictures of Azzi laughing on top of her, “I’ll stop in a second, pretty girl”

Azzi looked down at her, the nickname sending a shock through her,

Paige glanced up, the name just slipping from her mouth before she could stop it.

“What did you call me?” Azzi asked, her focus now only on Paige.

Paige couldn’t respond, her finger still holding down on the phone taking pictures. What had she just done. It’s like her brain forgot that she wasn’t supposed to feel anything towards Azzi. Sweet, beautiful Azzi. Who was staring down waiting for a response.

“Sorry….Got caught up,” Paige mumbled out. Avoiding eye contact at all costs with her face burning.

Azzi looked down at the blonde, normally the face of confidence. Who was now flustered under her, clearly embarrassed. But the thing was, Azzi would die to hear her say it again, her heart was nearing bursting.

She grabbed Paiges jaw gently, guiding it to look at her, watching the way her breath hitched at the contact.

“I don’t mind. It’s okay,” Azzi said smoothly, reassuring. Because that was the truth. She didn’t mind.

Paiges face only got more red, quickly realizing she wasn’t gonna be able to control her feelings much longer she redirected the heated moment. “Uh—I think I got the photos,”

“Oh yeah, right.” Azzi said getting off her lap, noticing the shift in the air going back to where it was before.

As she laid down next to Paige it got more apparent that she had some….issues happening. Being clearly turned on from her earlier position.

Ignoring this she gabbed the phone, “lets see,”

She opened up the photos app, seeing nearly 100 photos of her. “Paige! Did you just hold down on the button? Now we have to go through all 14 billion of them.”

Paige shrugged, feeling way too comfortable next to Azzi in bed. “I just held it, thought that’s what I supposed to do! I’m no photographer.”

Azzi shoved her shoulder, touch lingering for a second to long and clicked on the first photo.

She looked unreal. The warm glow of the soft yellow-white fairy lights reflecting in her eyes, the dark room, the black shirt a contrast on her paler skin from the fall months, her hair looser from being tussled. Even to her face, the smile whole and bright, all real, thanks to Paige. And the best thing about the photo is that you can see the pale hand on her waist, clear as day. Along with the outline of her sitting on a lap, not to much, but just enough.

“Wow” Paige said, a little breathless at the captured photo.

“Is that one good?” Azzi asked, already knowing the answer.

Paige nodded her head, still a little speechless, “yeah, um- yea.”

Azzi took the phone from the middle of them and opened up instagram.

She selected the photo and put a soft filter over it, it only improving the photo.

She captioned it simply, “Guess who?” And hit post.

She threw her phone down. Turning over and looking at Paige, “now we wait.”

*****

[creaturefeaturecommando]

“Rhubarb didn’t get punishment”

Well I’m reading Benjy’s thingy in the lore book and Benjy enjoys being a tree. He’s one with nature and and appreciated by the animals in a way he was never appreciated in life and he repays their appreciation by dropping giant peaches to feed them. Meanwhile Rhubarb is paranoid and alone and has even driven himself crazy and is holed up in his failed and shut down swamp tours business and the only thing he has to comfort him is his bottle tree, which still doesn’t stop the haints completely. Rhubarb is going to remain tortured and haunted for the rest of his life while Benjy is at peace, surrounded by critters who love him just as much as he loves them.

Like I know yall want to go back and kill him or whatever but this ain’t that type of game. Go play GTA or something. If you can’t see that Rhubarb is already being punished you lack media literacy.

[edenfire]

🌸💌 Please read the caption 💌🌸

voting is tomorrow for the USA, and I was hoping this would be a reminder and encouragement to go out and vote!!✅️✅️

if you've voted, then drop a comment or send me a message, and I will draw akira with a hoard of gorbs based on the number of people who have voted!💗💞🌸

make sure you're registered, and use voter guides for info on the candidates on your ballot🌟✨️

[azenzeph]

Happy new years everyone! It's 2024 art summary time. Featuring both static and giffies!

It's been a fun year and I'm glad I still get the opportunity to draw and share art with y'all

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

ty to the people who continuously support me and love me I just. I love yall a lot <3

[st4rkissedwebz]

Coming back from a break and the first thing i do is redesign and rewrite an oc bc im no longer really in the fandom i made the oc/design for

[da3drat]

hope you're doing okay!

Thank you anon<3

I am doing okay! Lots has been going on and I’ve just spent all my free time getting fucked over repeatedly and trying to fix it so it doesn’t ruin everything I’ve been working for. cannot overstate that at every turn things have been blowing up in my face with no warning and potentially big consequences. Like once a week minimum for the last month and a half. And ofc I have no days off with my current schedule.

And then today I went into work at 6am (I usually start at 8:30 but we had an all dept meeting) after having slept 9 hours all weekend only to find out all our closers called out so I would be working an insane 9 hour shift and by the time I finally got out of there I was soooo far past my limit! But hey. One foot in front of the other. I am sober now and tucking into bed with a big water bottle so I’m set for class tomorrow morning✌️

[sea-buns]

there's this baby kitty in my neighborhood whose tail has been injured and as far as we know doesn't have any owners. we finally got her trusting enough to come up on the front porch and sleep, but the rush of power at being on higher ground must have gone to her head cuz she has since completely ignored us for 3 days while she stalks her terrorizer so hard he waits at her feet in fear of her weirdness. well i think the bout of ghosting us when we call for food time might be over cuz this morning there was a bird next to the front mat and she was screaming for sustenance. the thing is, earlier in the morning she was out there yelling but we didn't have time to feed her then. and we only saw the bird when we came back about an hour later so. either it was already there and we missed it or she said 'oh no food? i can trade u want trade? we share?' and ran to go find an offering. but also the bird she brought isn't one we really get at our feeders so this skinny little paperweight of a cat ran a fair distance somewhere and carried this bird that's the size of her head, if not bigger, back uphill, upstairs, through a patio gate, and gently lined it up next to the mat. not even on the mat. it was perfectly parallel but out of the way of where we walk. i maybe should have been more horrified than i was but frankly i've been missing her and i am flattered by the sentiment.

[teaboot]

Okay okay okay so I’m changing like every recognizable detail of this for privacy purposes but yall need to appreciate this

So I know how to retain CCTV footage, right? It doesn’t come up everywhere but I know my way around- and if someone gets jumped in a parking lot or whatever I can go backwards and see whodunnit

So I’m at this one place, right? And I get a call that an older woman in a wheelchair got hurt somehow and we need to see what happened.

Nobody remembers the exact time, because of course not, but they tell me she was wearing like a massive hot pink jacket and she’s in a wheelchair and she left with a medic round 09:45ish, so I figure I’ll start there.

So I find the incident itself no problem, but they need ALL footage for liability and insurance and stuff, so I have to keep going

And about ten minutes backwards, I lose her. She comes into view past a single shelf on one of the worse cameras and vanishes.

like. VANISHES. Hot pink jacket, big bulky black chair, gonzo. No idea where she came from.

So, I pull up entry cams. Zoom backwards till I see her come in… at like 06:15.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS EARLIER.

So first off, this is gonna take me like two hours minimum to write down, forget retention. And I’m kind of dying in my soul a bit but I start over there, watching her come in and meander and whatever.

At about 08:30ish she disappears.

Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t head to a bathroom. Doesn’t take her coat off. Her trail just stops.

Now, I’ve done this before. Typically, a location only has the mandatory minimum amount of room for a chair or walker to get around, so a person using one can only go forwards and it’s hard to 180. That limits options and makes it easier to follow, whereas a little unattended and fully mobile kid will zoom around in circles and shit and go who the hell knows where.

Then I see her again on the other ass end of the building, and I have to go back again to see how she GOT there.

My guys.

Her two and three-point turns are INCREDIBLE.

She’s popping on the wheels, flip, zoom, she’s out somewhere I didn’t think she could even GET to. I’ve been planning my search for places that fit a wheelchair or least-resistance fast-paths from A to B and she’s like… doing some Tokyo Drift shit.

I don’t know WHY. The whole place is basically completely accessible so long as you put up with having to reverse, but no. No, she goes where she wants.

I’ve been at this for half the day, and I still have no idea where she went for like an hour and a half.

Fuck me, I’m taking a lunch break

[izzyy-stuff]

there's a few people that asked me for part two but idk guys what are we thinking?

Okayyyy! Here it goes!

Idek if this is actually considered as 3sum but would a yeonbin in 1 fic be alright w/ u? 👉👈 idkt if this is considered cheating, but will u give it a shot? 👉👈

It's goes like where yeonjun is reader's bestfriend and soobin is his dearest childhood friend whom they became close with bc of yeonjun. Reader actually loves yeonjun and they most likely go over their little boundaries sometimes, like sneaky makeouts, the..deed..., however, they are not dating. Mutual pining, maybe? Then one time, yeonjun has to leave the town and he left reader at soobin's custody. They do drink sometimes, and since reader was left by yeonjun at soob's apartment they grew closer to each other. Causing spark and temsion between them, sometimes they threw dirty glances at each other until one night of a drunken game, they are also over the boundaries. Idk, am i making sense? 😭😭

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 - 𝐜.𝐲𝐣 & 𝐜.𝐬𝐛

bsf!Yeonjun x fem!reader x Soobin feat Chaewon (le ssera), Yeji (itzy), Hyunjin (skz), Heeseung and Jake (enha), and txt members

in which You let your best friend break your heart many times, simply because he always managed to put it back together afterward, until it got to the point he couldn't fix it anymore, no matter how much he tried. You only felt grateful when he left the town for vacation and gave you some space, making it easier for his best friend to approach you and fix what he broke.

wc 8.5k

warnings 18+ MDNI, fwb, a bit of angst, not at the same time but both of them have smut scenes, alcohol, drunk sex, protected & unprotected sex, size kink, yeah soobin is big (are we surprised), and yeonjun is described as thick, oral, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, hand job, Soobin takes your panties as a "trophy"

↪ izzy speaks... okay I probably didn't make it exactly like you wanted, but I tried my best to follow your idea while adding my own in. This is my first request so I am thankful a lot to you for giving me this idea, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing <3 Also the biggest thank you to @beomiracles for beta reading! I love you sm

You stood in front of your closet, looking through your clothes for the third time already. It was unbelievable how many garments you owned but still had nothing to wear. “Come on, we don’t have the whole night,” your best friend whined, making you glance over your shoulder in his direction. Yeonjun was on your bed, lying on his stomach as his eyes followed your every movement, the YouTube video on his phone long forgotten by now. 

“I don’t know what to wear, though,” you sighed, walking over to him. You signed for him to move, so he did. You were the one lying on your stomach now while he got up, going to pick something to wear for you on his own. “I don’t know, you look gorgeous in anything you wear,” he mumbled, your cheeks heating up immediately. “But what do I look the best in?” You asked, hiding your face behind your phone, pretending to be texting so he wouldn’t see your flushed cheeks. 

“What fits you the most, hm?” He hummed, turning around again, an unbelievably annoying smirk on his face. You frowned, trying to see through him to understand what he was thinking about. “Personally, I think you look the best naked, with my arms wrapped around you,” he smirked, leaving your closet wide open and walking back to you. “But we can’t let you go out like that for others to see, can we?” 

“Oh, shut up, Jjun,” you said, trying to focus on your phone instead of his tall frame in front of you. But the truth was, it was impossible not to think about him. With the way his eyes looked at you, the way his lips moved when he said your name, and especially the way he felt, it would be weird not to think about him all the time. 

“Why? Don’t you just love it when our bodies are so close?” Yeonjun teased. You didn’t even need to look up to know there was a smirk on his face. There always was. He wouldn’t miss a chance to tease you, no matter what it was about. That was just something that came with being his best friend. 

“I can’t say I hate it,” you admitted, finally raising your head from your phone. “But,” you started, glaring at him. “We have somewhere to be. So go choose an outfit for me, or I’ll get overwhelmed by the amount of dresses I have.” 

Yeonjun shook his head at you, a sign of disbelief and entertainment in his eyes. You could see through him entirely after the years you two have been friends. Yeonjun was a simple man when you thought about it. To make him happy, all you had to do was agree with him and give him building blogs or good sex. 

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When you met him in high school, you had no problems agreeing with him. You didn’t necessarily care if his opinions were accurate or not, but when you saw the sparks in his eyes as he talked about something he was passionate about, you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat. It was enough to make you agree with anything he said. It didn’t matter what it was as long as you could see the smile on his face from how excited he was because someone shared the same opinion with him. 

In your second year, you found yourself by his side at all times. You were the person he ran to when he passed his exams with a high score. You were there when he and his best friend got into a fight. And you were there when he got his heart broken for the first time. Even though it hurt you as much as it hurt him, you comforted and told him she wasn’t worth it if she couldn’t see what she lost. You told him he deserved better, secretly hoping he might finally see you as something more than a friend. 

It was your high school graduation when you, for the first time in those four years, thought that maybe, just maybe, he also saw you as something more than just a friend. 

You smiled wide as you ran into his arms, a diploma in your hands. He laughed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, making all your friends chuckle, too. “You made it!” you exclaimed, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as you gazed into his eyes, unable to hold back your smile. 

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” He smiled, not taking his eyes off of you. Yeonjun was a year older than you, meaning he had graduated already. And even though he promised you he would make the time to show up for you on your special day, part of you didn’t believe him. You knew he had more important things to do.

It was only when his other best friend spoke towards him that he let go of your waist, his arms falling to his side. You stepped back, allowing your hands to drop to your sides as you glanced at the tall male. “Hey, Bin,” you greeted him, your smile now tinier but still visible. “Hi,” the dark-haired male waved toward you, his dimples appearing. 

Soobin was your age, but you never paid him much attention. Actually, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t even know who he was if Yeonjun hadn’t introduced you last year when he got closer to him. Without even realizing it at first, you three ended up hanging out together all the time after that, just like any group of best friends would. And even though you considered him one of your close friends, he could never be as close as Yeonjun was. You were sure of that. 

“Okay, should we go?” Chaewon wrapped her arm around your shoulders, smiling at the two taller males opposite you. “We still need to change,” she commented, looking around as Yeji joined your small party, she too, greeting the two males.. 

The two girls were also your age. But unlike Soobin, you noticed them in your first year of high school and became close friends soon after. They were your girls that you could run to whenever you had a problem, and you always felt grateful to them for that. 

“Change for what?” Soobin questioned, his eyes wandering between you and your two friends. “Well, even though this is nice and all,” Yeji started, looking down at her graduation dress. “I would much rather change into something cuter before we go eat.” 

“I hope you guys don’t have anything planned, do you?” Chaewon asked when she saw the surprise on their faces, realizing you forgot to mention this piece of information to them. 

“I am free,” the older male nodded. “I just…didn’t know we were going anywhere,” he said, glancing from the short-haired girl at you as if he wanted to scold you for not telling him. Awkwardly averting your gaze, your lips turned into a regretful smile. 

Yeonjun sat in his car, Soobin right next to him in the passenger seat when you walked to his car, sliding into the middle seat in the back so your two friends could sit on each side. It was the first time you felt Yeonjun’s eyes on you differently. 

He always looked at you as if you were one of his boys, which you truly hated, but this time, as you fixed your hair, laughing at something Yeji said, you looked different, better. He wasn’t sure if it was because of how your dress hugged your body perfectly, letting him see all the curves previously hidden from his view, or how happy you looked, but the way he saw you changed, and you both knew it. 

You felt his eyes on you during the whole dinner, unable to fully focus on anything else. It was embarrassing. You had no idea what was going on in his head. You didn’t know if you should be scared or happy about it, and it terrified you. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because you had something on your face. That must have been it. But when you went into the bathroom, his eyes still on your lower body as you walked away, you knew it wasn’t that. There was something more to it. 

And you soon found out exactly what. 

“I am sorry, guys. I promised Hyunjin I would be out like five minutes ago. He wants to introduce me to some new guy again,” Yeji quickly apologized when she paid for her food, grabbing her handbag to leave. Chaewon called herself a taxi soon after, leaving you, your best friend, and Soobin at the table of five. 

“I should call a taxi too,” you mumbled, reaching for your phone on the table. “Oh, come on. You know I can take you,” Yeonjun stopped you, looking away for a second to pay for his part of the bill. “You two live on the other side of Seoul,” you reminded him, but it didn’t move him at all as he merely shrugged. 

You got the passenger seat this time, leaving Soobin in the backseat. You felt awful about them taking you, but you knew there was nothing you could say to make Yeonjun change his mind. He would much rather drive through the whole country than have you get alone with some stranger. You loved that about him, how protective he could get. It made you think about how clingy and protective he would be as a boyfriend. 

“Thank you for the ride again,” you smiled, opening the car door to step out. “And for showing up,” you whispered, not paying attention to the male in the back. “Always,” your best friend grinned, watching you walk out of his car. You waved at him one last time, finally turning to Soobin to say your goodbye, but his eyes were glued to his phone, so you didn’t bother, letting your hand fall back to your side. 

As soon as you reached your front door, you heard your name, making you turn around. You blinked a few times, trying to figure out what he needed. Your best friend stood in front of you, his eyes wandering all over your body as if to memorize the image of you in his head. “I just,” he started, tilting his head with a gulp as his eyes met yours. “You look nice today. Stunning even,” he stated, causing your cheeks to turn pink. “Thank you,” you mumbled. 

Yeonjun opened his mouth again but closed it as soon as he saw you do the same. “You go first,” you shook your head, unsure what you wanted to say. Probably just some nonsense that you would regret later on. He hesitated, looking back at his car to assure himself Soobin was still occupied with his game before he took a few steps closer, leaving almost no space between the two of you. “This dress…you seem like a college student already,” he commented, saying the first thing that came to his mind. The truth was, he had no idea what to say, just like you. 

Neither of you said much more after that, suddenly getting awkward with each other as the mood shifted. Thankfully, there was no need for you to say anything to understand. You read each other well after the four years you’ve been friends. You could see the need - lust even, in his eyes. 

“Soobin is in the car,” Yeonjun said softly, reminding himself more than you. “But,” he started before you could say anything, running his fingers through his hair. “Could I come by tomorrow? I think I need to see you,” he admitted. You had to blink a few times to comprehend what was happening. You thought it was clear, but at the same time, it was so confusing. He confused you. That was something he’d always been good at. 

“Sure,” you agreed. 

Back then, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, but you soon found out it might have been one of your best decisions. 

Of course, as long as sex was all you wanted from him. 

Yeonjun came over the next day like he promised, jumping onto your couch to watch the TV. You watched him from the corner of the sofa, biting the inside of your cheek. You wondered if you had read him wrong after all. You thought you could see through him. You thought the tension and need were obviously there, but now that he was inside your apartment, acting as if nothing happened, you weren’t so sure anymore.

At least until he finally made a move. 

“Do you think it would be okay for me to kiss you?” He mumbled so quietly you weren’t sure if you heard him right. “What?” Your eyes shot up to him, full of confusion. “I want to kiss you,” he repeated, hesitantly looking at you to see what was going on in your head. 

Before you could say anything, Yeonjun got up from his place on the couch and walked over to you. You watched him with anticipation, staying quiet as you saw him bite his bottom lip. “Then do it,” you whispered, watching him lean down. 

Your hand found its way up to his neck, making him come even closer as his lips met yours. One of his hands tugged the strands of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, keeping you as close as possible. You slightly opened your mouth when his hand moved from your waist to your back, roaming your skin, allowing him enough room to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You let him kiss you. Touch you in places that you had only dared to imagine in your wildest of dreams. You were sure this was all just a figment of your imagination. After all, there was no way the Choi Yeonjun would be kissing you right now. Right? 

You were the first to pull away, causing him to groan in disagreement. You watched him, your head full of possible scenarios of what could happen next. If you were to be honest, you hoped this wasn’t how things would end. 

Fortunately, you felt his lips on yours again right away, making you smile. “That dress from yesterday,” he mumbled against your lips before he kissed you again, unable to stay away for too long. “Mhm,” you hummed back, your hand making its way up under his shirt, slightly brushing over his abs. “Wanted to tear it off you so bad,” he admitted. “Just tear this off,” you proclaimed, smirking when you felt him shudder. 

You could see him hesitating as he pulled away. His eyes were soft and full of pity as he looked at you, and you finally saw through him utterly. That was all he wanted, you realized. He wasn’t kissing you because he would feel anything towards you. He just wanted your body. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. But one thing was definite. You needed to feel his lips again. And preferably a lot more, too. 

“Can I do that?” He asked. “Please,” you nodded. Maybe it was a bad idea that could lead your friendship with him to the end, but you needed him more than ever at the moment. 

Before you could even consider it properly, his lips were on yours again, this time more aggressively. The kiss was rough but still passionate. His hands held onto your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist before he picked you up with ease, making you yelp. “What are you doing?” you asked, quickly draping your arms around his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. “The bed will be more comfortable,” he answered bluntly, making his way around your apartment until he reached your bedroom. 

“You would stop me if you don’t like anything, right?” He asked once you were lying on your bed, looking up at him. “Jjun, I have wished for this for as long as I can remember,” you confessed. “So stop worrying and just finally fuck me.” 

He hesitated again, your words getting stuck in his head. Numerous questions surfaced in his head, making him rethink the situation again. Did you have a crush on him or something? Was it a bad idea to fuck you if you’ve been in love with him? And most importantly, why didn’t he know you liked him? 

Yeonjun shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. “Yeonjun, you have the green light,” you assured him again, biting onto your bottom lip when you felt his hands on your waist, carefully moving his fingers on your skin under your shirt as he pressed his lips on yours again. This wasn’t the time to think about all that, he told himself. Not when you were lying so beautifully under him, begging him to fuck you. 

You gasped as his right hand slid under your bra cup, groping your breast softly. You could feel him smirking against your lips, and before you could even react anyhow, he was pressing his knee between your legs, making you moan out immediately. “That’s good?” He asked, glancing down to see you trying to move your hips forward on his knee. “Yeah,” you immediately nodded. 

He pulled away for a moment, scoffing when you groaned in disagreement. But you soon found out it was worth it as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his upper body to you. You gulped, your eyes landing on his chest before flickering to his abs. You knew he had been working out lately, but you had no idea he would look like that. “You’re going to stare a hole into me.” 

“I-” you tried to justify yourself but shut your mouth again when you saw the look in his eyes. You sat up just like he did, moving higher on his thigh to get closer to him before you tugged your own shirt off, causing his eyes to fall on your breast. And he was the one pointing out your staring, you scoffed internally. “Wanna take off the rest? You said you’ll tear it off, remember?” You reminded him playfully, watching his eyes shoot back to meet yours. 

You found his lips on your collarbone soon after, sucking on your skin while his hands wandered all over your now naked body, examining every inch. It still felt unreal to him. If Yeonjun was to wake up now and find out this was all just one of his twisted dreams, he wouldn’t be surprised. 

Sure, he never paid you any particular attention, and he couldn’t say that this was something he had always dreamed of, but that was because you were his best friend. He knew better than to ruin his dearest friendship by hitting on you. 

At least until now. Now that his hands were roaming your body, being able to grab on your ass as much as he wanted as you tried to get yourself off on his thigh. “Jjunie,” you moaned out, feeling yourself getting closer to your climax. He only hummed in response, slightly glancing up at you. “Lie down again,” he commanded, making you whine as he pulled his leg away. 

You still listened to him, lying on your bed while he hovered over you. “Shit, you’re so wet,” he commented, his fingers sliding down your folds as he kept his eyes on you, making sure you were okay. “Feels like you could cum right away if I just touch the right spot,” he smirked, pressing his thumb on your clit while his middle finger teased your throbbing entrance. 

You gasped, throwing your head back into your pillows as you released on his fingers the moment he thrust his middle and ring finger into your cunt. “Wanna taste yourself?” He looked from his fingers back at you, his playful tone of voice getting stuck in your head. You were convinced you would say yes to anything as long as he spoke to you like that.  

As if acting on instinct, you parted your lips. You could see Yeonjun smirk again as he moved back up, his fingers immediately finding their way to your mouth. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbled, watching you suck on his fingers, your saliva replacing the cum that was on them seconds ago. 

“Pretty enough for you to finally fuck me?” You asked, keeping your eyes on his. You were the one smirking now when you noticed his cock twitch at your words, waiting to be used. “Do you have–” 

“I don’t,” you interrupted him. “But it’s fine. You can go in raw,” you assured him. “Do you say that to all guys?” He questioned, but it didn’t take much longer for him to align himself at your cunt, his tip teasing your entrance. “Just to the ones hot enough,” you proclaimed, your voice breaking in the middle of your sentence as he thrust into you, spreading your knees apart. 

You clenched around him right away, the feeling of his veins touching your walls making you moan so loud you were certain it would reach your neighbors. Yeonjun wasn’t necessarily big when it came to length, but he was thick, and honestly, you loved that more. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, still holding your legs apart as he moved in and out of you. He pulled out completely, watching you whine for him before he thrust into you once again, going faster than before. 

“M’close,” he grunted, fucking your cum back into you. You finished for the second time a bit ago, and now it was finally his turn. “Pull out,” you cried, even though you hoped he wouldn’t listen to you. You needed him inside for longer. It felt too empty without his cock. 

Your legs were shaking when he let go of them, pulling out just like you asked him to. You carefully got up, kneeling in front of him. You looked up to meet his eyes before you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing his pre cum all over his length. “Mhm, doing great,” he praised you. You grinned, looking up at him once more, seeing his head thrown back. You let go of him, licking your lips when he whined in disagreement, getting his tip into your mouth instead. 

“Fuck, you were so good,” he breathed out, thrusting his hips towards your mouth once more before he pulled out, his cum leaking out of the corner of your lips. “My pretty girl,” he mumbled, watching you lick the corner of your lips so you could swallow even the last bit. 

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That was how it all started. Your secret make-outs, movie nights that turned into something spicier, the dirty messages he would send you while you were at work, and the heartbreaks. 

You knew the two of you wouldn’t date. You realized that back when you fucked for the first time. You two were friends with occasional benefits. That was all. 

Still, it always made your heart ache when you saw him talking to a different girl. 

And today was no different. You sat on the green couch in the corner, a cup in your hands as your eyes wandered all over the room. “What are you thinking so hard about?” You snapped out of your thoughts at the familiar voice, looking up at the younger male. “Looking for Yeonjun,” you proclaimed. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, drinking your ass off with your friends, Beom?” 

“I ran away when Heeseung tried to give me a mix of beer, wine, and some soda,” he explained. “He went crazy, so Jake is trying to get him to calm down now.” You frowned, “Beer mixed with wine?”

“Like he said, he went crazy,” Taehyun joined your conversation, patting Beomgyu’s back with a quick “Happy birthday.” You shook your head in disbelief, looking around the room again. “Yeonjun just went outside with Soobin and some other guys if that’s who you’re looking for,” he informed you. “I see,” you mumbled, sipping on your drink. 

You were tipsy when you decided to go out and find your best friend. You promised him you would tell him once you felt like leaving the party, so that was what you were planning to do now. Even though you liked Beomgyu and thought of him as a good friend, once Yeonjun left you alone, there was nothing for you to do. 

“Soobin!” you exclaimed when you saw him standing on the side. He looked up at you immediately, a smile forming on his lips as he waved at you. “Yeah?” He asked, watching you walk to him. “Have you seen Yeonjun anywhere? I need to tell him I am leaving,” you explained. Soobin breathed out, nodding when he saw the desperation in your eyes. “He’s…over there,” he proclaimed, pointing towards the front fence. You glanced over there, your lips shut as you noticed the brunette beside your best friend. You saw her laugh and stroke his arm, realizing he must have been flirting with her. Of course, he was. That was what he was best at. 

You squeezed your cup in your hand, stopping yourself from walking over to them and turning at Soobin again. “I guess I shouldn’t interrupt him now,” you muttered half-heartedly, shooting the taller male a small smile. “I am just going to go. I’ll see you around.” Soobin opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. “See you,” he mumbled, watching your back as you walked away. 

Soobin looked towards his best friends again, sighing when he saw him kissing the brunette. Yeonjun was unbelievable, in his opinion. As someone who knew about what you and Yeonjun had between each other, he just couldn’t figure out why he kept acting the way he did. He had a gorgeous girl who loved him all to himself, but he still needed more for some reason. 

You slept over at Chaewon’s that night, telling her all about how you were tired of him at this point. You loved him, but you hated everything he did. It was surprising how many different emotions you could feel towards one person. 

You ignored all of Yeonjun’s calls and messages the next day, ignoring his questions about whether you were okay and got home safe. He cursed at you for not telling him when you left, saying he was - and still is - worried about you, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to text him back. You just needed to clear your mind in the comforts of your bed. 

But all your plans were ruined when you came to your apartment building and saw your best friend sitting by the front door, his head hung low as he scrolled on his phone. “You’re kind of in the way,” you stated, walking closer to him. “Oh, sorry-” he apologized immediately, moving to the side when he noticed who you were, a sigh escaping his lips. “Thank God you’re okay.” 

“Of course I am,” you said, the words rotting on your tongue. It was obviously a lie, and you were sure Yeonjun saw through it. “So what are you doing here?” Yeonjun stood up from the ground, taking something out of his pocket. Your eyes widened at the notice in his hands. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked, panicking. “Nope. Your landlord let me in so I could take some of your stuff. It looks terrible,” he informed you calmly, pointing at his still-wet shoes with his eyes. You wanted nothing more but to slap him at the moment. Why was he so calm about your apartment being flooded? 

“Fuck,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “Okay, give me my things. I am going to call Chae again,” you mumbled, rethinking all the opinions you had. “Did she say for how long I need to stay away?” 

“Around a week,” he answered. “So come on, I have your suitcase in my car already,” he said, and before you could react, he was already walking towards said car. “Wait, what? No, just give them to me. She isn’t that far away. You don’t have to drive me.” 

“I am not driving you to her apartment,” Yeonjun shook his head, opening the door on the passenger’s side first, waiting for you to get in. “You can stay in our apartment. My room will be empty for the next week, remember?” Right. His vacation with Kai. You reminded yourself. “Oh, come on, it’s not like you never slept there.” 

You wanted to argue, tell him that he was pissing you off lately, but he had won over you again. You just couldn’t refuse him for some reason. So you walked over to him, sliding into the passenger seat and looking down to your lap while you waited for him to start the car. 

“Hey, what’s going on? You were ignoring my calls and texts, and now this?” He asked, stopping at a red light. You squirmed in your seat, refusing to look at him after you shook him off when he placed his hand on your thigh, just like he did every time you were in the car with him. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, taking out your phone so you would have something else to focus on. “Do I look like an idiot to you? Did something happen when you left the party?” 

“You happened, asshole,” you admitted, turning your head towards him. Yeonjun blinked a few times, the anger in your eyes surprising him. “I did? What did I do?” He asked confusedly, his eyes flickering between you and the traffic light. “Are you seriously asking me that?” You scoffed. “I don’t know. Maybe I am pissed you use me like your fuck toy just to sleep with other girls at parties instead of paying even the tiniest bit of attention to me,” you burst at him. Yeonjun opened his mouth to argue with you, but before he could do so, the car behind him was honking at him, making his eyes focus back on the road. 

You stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, too flustered to say anything. The way he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you only made you want to take your things and run away. How were you supposed to stay with him during the weekend and then sleep in his bed the following week? This was definitely a bad idea, but somehow, when you noticed Yeonjun’s best friend at the door, waiting for you to get out of the car so he could help with your stuff, a part of you wanted to stay more than ever. 

“Hey, are you okay?” The taller male asked softly, walking to you while your best friend got to the car trunk to get out your suitcase that he had packed. “We’ve had a little…argument. Don’t worry about it,” you smiled, hoping for him to catch your drift and drop the subject. 

“You came to help, right? So stop chatting and take this,” Yeonjun interrupted, throwing a plastic bag at Soobin. To your surprise, and probably his too, he managed to catch it without a problem. “A little argument, huh?” He questioned, shaking his head as he watched Yeonjun walk inside with the rest of your things. Yeonjun’s back looked tense, no matter how you looked at it. He was pissed. 

But what were you supposed to do about it? It wasn’t your fault he made you feel like shit. Maybe it was, though. When you thought about it, it was all your fault. If you hadn’t fallen for your best friend, you wouldn’t be here now, in this position. If you had told him no the first time you made out with him, it would all be okay. 

“Uhm, you’d probably want to take it instead of me,” Soobin proclaimed, bringing you back to reality. You had to blink a few times to realize what he said before you glanced down at the plastic bag in his hands, your eyes widening right away when you saw your panties on the top. It was a bag full of your underwear. “Yeonjun!” You yelled at him, snatching the bag away from Soobin in embarrassment. 

Soobin chuckled as he watched you run after your best friend, ready to beat him up. The way your cheeks turned red when you noticed what he was holding and how you tried to apologize was going to stay in his head for a while. He was sure of it. 

You sighed as you got inside, the anger you felt suddenly disappearing when you saw the look in Yeonjun’s eyes. He was standing in the middle of the hall, your things on the floor next to him. It was his eyes that managed to say everything his mouth couldn’t, and you hated it. You despited how he thought he could just look at you lovingly, and you would act like nothing ever happened. But you hated even more the fact he was right. You just couldn’t hold a grudge against him for some reason. It was one of his charms, you supposed. Or maybe it was because of your heart again. The stupid silly heart that always excused anything he did to you. 

“I hate you so much,” you muttered, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at him. You weren’t sure if you should cry or scream. “No, you don’t,” he said, making you look at him again. “Do you?” The look in his eyes was broken as his gaze met yours, making your heart ache. 

“I am…just going to go to my room,” Soobin mumbled, quickly getting past the both of you when he finally got inside, too. Right, you weren’t alone, you reminded yourself. “I don’t know,” you answered finally, squeezing the bag in your hand tighter. 

Neither one of you said anything after that. You grabbed all your things from the floor, only looking at him briefly before you walked past him into the living room, placing them in the corner where you knew they wouldn’t get in the way of anyone. You would die in this house. You were sure of it. There was no way you could survive being around him for the next two days. 

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You woke up with your alarm, announcing that the morning had come again. You turned it off immediately, rolling to the other side of your - Yeonjun’s - bed. You knew you should get up. There was a reason why you set the alarm after all, but not only was your body still too tired to get up, but your mind kept convincing you it was a bad idea to send him off. 

To your surprise, the two days you were so worried about were calmer than you expected. Yeonjun didn’t touch you at all and even let you sleep in his bed while he stayed on the couch. He barely spoke to you and only looked you in the eyes when necessary. It was obvious that he was avoiding you, but for some reason, you didn’t mind. You needed to clear your head, and that was done the best without him around. 

The problem was he was everywhere. 

Of course, he was. It was his room, his home. You couldn’t just erase him when you were staying in his house. 

You turned around so you would be lying on your back when you heard the muffled voices behind the door, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t properly figure out what the two boys were talking about, but you figured it couldn’t be important enough for you to leave the room. 

But there were words that reached you even through the door. “Take care of her, yeah? I think I messed up too bad this time.” It was Yeonjun’s voice. You squeezed your blanket, closing your eyes as you fought a fight with yourself about getting out of bed to say goodbye to him after all. 

You didn’t go, though. You decided it was for the better. You needed to get your mind off your best friend and, most importantly, your heart too. You had to stop loving him, and this was the first step in doing so. 

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“How is it that your cooking keeps getting better and better?” Soobin commented, almost finished with the lunch you prepared. You smiled, embarrassed as you thanked him. “You’re exaggerating,” you mumbled, but he only shook his head, praising you once more. 

“What are you doing?” You turned around to face him, the water still on, washing off the leftovers on your plate. “The dishes,” you answered, not paying much attention to him and turning back again to finish what you started. “You already cooked us lunch. Dishes are supposed to be my job,” he stated, stealing the plate from you. “You can go sit down now.” You wanted to argue, but he was already pushing you out of the kitchen, refusing to hear you out on this. 

It has been like that since Yeonjun left. The two of you had never talked that much despite hanging out with each other often, but it suddenly changed now that it was just you and him, without your best friend to steal your attention. You must say you liked this side of Soobin. 

A part of you was worried you would be bored without Yeonjun around as it was always him you talked to when the three of you were hanging out as a group, but now that he was gone and you could actually get to know Soobin, you found out you have things in common. 

“Should I pick the movie, then?” You suggested. It’s only been three days, so you weren’t sure if you could call it a tradition, but watching a movie or a show has become something you always did after lunch. “Sure, go ahead,” Soobin agreed. You nodded, looking around the living room to find the remote control. 

It was a peaceful afternoon. It always was with him. With Soobin, it all seemed easy. You didn’t need to worry about what to wear around him just to impress him. You could talk about anime with him without him looking weirdly at you, and you loved that. It was the little things you could do with him that you knew you couldn’t do with any of your other friends. 

You found yourself wishing he could be your roommate after the end of this week, too. 

“I should get going,” you proclaimed as the third movie of the day ended. Soobin looked up at you immediately, pausing the credit scene that was running on the TV. “You’re going out?” He asked, confused. He knew for sure you hadn’t told him anything about it. “Yeah,” you nodded. “With a few people from high school. They decided to do this little meet in a bar. And I heard Heesung might be tagging along, too. I heard he begged one of the guys from our old English class to let him join,” you laughed. The thought of him begging to get invited was hilarious to you. “Do you want to come? They are your old classmates too, after all.” You suggested. 

“I am fine,” he shook his head, disagreeing. It wasn’t like he would get along with many of their old classmates. Actually, except for your friends, who he got close with only after Yeonjun made him tag along any chance he got when you and your friends were hanging out, there was no one he would talk to. He didn’t blame them for not inviting him or anything. After all, he never took the effort to speak to them, either. “I already agreed to play league with Beomgyu tonight anyway.” 

“I see,” you mumbled, nodding slightly. “I am going to get dressed, then. Don’t disappear into your room just yet. I want to see you before I leave,” you warned Soobin, not waiting for his reply before you hopped into Yeonjun’s room. 

You bought a new dress the day before, and it was perfect for this opportunity. You weren’t sure where you were going yet, as everyone agreed to decide on the spot, but it was perfect for any kind of party, and you knew better than anyone that they couldn’t go much without alcohol involved. So, whichever bar in town you would end up at, you were ready for it. 

And you were right. You knew there wasn’t a better dress you could wear when you saw the way Soobin looked at you as you ran around the apartment, trying to remember where you put your handbag. The way his eyes followed your every movement had you smiling. You couldn’t lie; you enjoyed having that kind of attention on you. Especially coming from someone as hot as Soobin. 

You were drunk when you left the bar. You knew you were drunk when you almost tripped as you got out of Hyunjin’s car, thanking him for driving you back, but still, you found yourself on the floor of Soobin and Yeonjun’s apartment, with a drink in your hands again. 

“Is it my turn now?” Soobin wondered, watching you. He was tipsy himself by now, but he was still okay. Which he wasn’t sure if he could say about you. “Shouldn’t we go to bed instead?” 

“No,” you shook your head immediately. “I am fine, I promise.” You were lying just partly. Yes, your head was spinning a bit, and you needed a glass of water as soon as possible, but you still could think straight. Or you believed you could. 

“Alright,” he nodded, thinking about what to say. Two truths and a lie. It sounded silly when you suggested it at first. It used to be a game he played with his friends back in middle school, so he doubted you when you came into his room, telling him to go play with you, but now that he was sitting here with you, a shot of vodka in front of him, he could see why you suggested it. 

“I used to like you when we were in high school. I won against Beomgyu today when we were playing League. And…” he stopped for a moment, looking you up and down once again, pretending he was still thinking about it. “You look so good tonight that all I can think about is fucking you on that couch.” 

You froze for a second, blinking a few times to assure yourself you heard him correctly and it wasn’t just your mind playing games with you. Sure, there was a lie hidden in what he had just said, but he couldn’t be lying about that, could he? 

“You…” you hesitated, tilting your head to the side. “You didn’t win, did you?” 

“No, I didn’t,” he nodded, raising the shot of vodka. “You got it right. My turn to drink,” he proclaimed, not hesitating as he drank the full shot at once. “Your turn. Say your sentences,” he encouraged you, placing the shot glass in front of him again. “Wait, no, stop,” you shook your head. Suddenly, it felt as if you had sobered up. “You said you liked me? And you want to fuck me?” 

“Your turn,” Soobin repeated himself, ignoring your questions. You took a deep breath, holding onto your glass tighter. “Alright, fine,” you agreed. It would be obvious to anyone around you that you were pissed, but he didn’t want to pay attention to it. It would be better if he never mentioned anything about it again. You wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway, would you? 

“I have a black cat. I dressed like this to impress you. I want you to fuck me on this couch.” You finished casually, batting your eyes at him innocently. 

Whatever was going on through your head at the moment was working. Soobin cursed at himself in his head, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t need to look at you. It was all too much for him. The look you gave him, the way your lips parted, and even the way you played with the hem of your dress. You were going to be the death of him.

“I know you don’t have a cat,” he reminded you, but you only smiled at him. You knew he knew, he realized, scoffing. “You’re unbelievable,” he shook his head. “And drunk. You’re not thinking straight anymore. Go to bed.” 

“I am completely okay, Soob,” you argued. “No matter how much I drank today, I know what I am saying.” 

“No, you-” “Please,” you interrupted him, your beg sending shivers all over his body. This wasn’t what he expected. How could it be? But he couldn’t say he would be against it. Heck, he even told you he wanted to fuck you. 

Soobin swallowed the lump in his throat, looking at you again. “Please, what?” He asked, knowing he already lost whatever battle his head was fighting with his hormones. “Please fuck me,” you pleaded, your puppy eyes getting into his head immediately. 

“For fucks sake,” he mumbled, getting up from the floor. Your eyes followed his every movement, watching his back even as he disappeared into his room. You closed your eyes when he got out of your sight, sighing. That was not a reaction you expected. 

Your eyes lit up when you saw his figure again, coming closer to you. “You can still go back to your room, and we can pretend no one ever said anything,” Soobin proclaimed, but you only shook your head, looking up at him. You grabbed onto his hand, looking at the condom he was holding. “You’re already prepared. Why call it off now?” 

And just like that, you were sitting on the couch, your head thrown back, and your legs spread open. Soobin’s head was in between them as he teasingly sucked onto your clit through your panties, evocating a moan from you. Your dress was long forgotten, somewhere on the floor, and one of your breasts was out of your bra, but your attention was on something else at the moment. It was impossible to think about anything else but Soobin when his hands were squeezing your thighs, making sure your legs would stay open for him. 

“Please, Binnie,” you whined. “Mhm,” he hummed, his fingers finding their way to the hem of your panties before he yanked them down with one swift motion. He held them up, making sure you saw how soaked they were. “I am keeping those,” he stated with a smirk, making your eyes widen. “What? No!” You tried to argue, but the moment his lips were making out with your clit again, you gave up. He could take all your panties for all you cared if he kept making you feel this good. 

“What did you say?” He asked. “Take them,” you cried out, unable to hold back your moans as he started fingering you, soon bringing you to your first orgasm of that night. 

“There is no way,” you breathed out, watching Soobin put on the condom he brought earlier. “There’s no way what?” He questioned, coming closer to you again. You shook your head violently, putting your hands in front of your pussy as if you were trying to protect it. “You can’t possibly fit.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he assured you, chuckling when he saw the look on your face. “If you think you need it, we can set a safe word.” He suggested, cupping your cheeks. He wasn’t sure how to behave if he was honest. He knew he was big, but no one had a reaction like you yet. “No, I am fine,” you shook your head as if you were trying to prove yourself to him. “I was just surprised.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit again. You closed your eyes from the pressure, quickly nodding to him. “I need you inside, please,” you begged him, and before you could realize it, his tip was already in you, making you gasp. 

“Can I move?” You nodded, your nails digging into the skin on his forearm as you held onto him. He groaned, sliding deeper into you. He was only half way in, but the way you clenched around him was already driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure how long he could last. 

“Just a bit more,” he said, noticing you were calmer when he talked to you. He never was someone who would talk much during sex, usually only letting out quiet groans or curses, but if it meant you could stop clenching around him so much, he was willing to give it a go. 

“You can go faster now,” you breathed, moaning out when you heard him groan. He didn’t need to be told twice and did as you said, finally going at a speed that suited his needs. He didn’t mind going slower while you were getting used to his size, but he knew he needed more than that to finish. 

“S-Slow down, I am close.” You gasped as his thrusts became even faster, harsher. You could tell he was reaching his high, making you clench around his cock once again. “You’re taking me so well,” he praised. The feeling of his veins on your walls was your last bit, making you cum around his cock. He was driving you crazy. 

“I am almost there, too,” he said, his groans becoming louder. 

With a few last thrusts, Soobin reached his orgasm, too. But even after he came, filling the condom with his cum, he didn’t pull out. And frankly, you were glad. You needed to feel him a bit more. 

He brushed off the messy strands of your hair off your face, looking at your fucked out face. You looked perfect, even ruined like this. It almost made him hard again. “Sleep in my room tonight,” he proclaimed, catching you off guard. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to sleep in Yeonjun’s bed anymore. Please,” he pleaded, leaning down to you. He was only centimeters away from you now, his cock still deep inside you while his breath landed on your lips. “Please,” he repeated himself, breaking the distance between you and pressing his lips on yours. 

It was the first kiss you exchanged, but you hoped it wasn’t the last.

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[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ New Haircut;

Synopsis; Sunghoon looks stupidly handsome after cutting his hair, and when you arrive home and see him wearing a sleeveless shirt and teasingly showing himself off, you cant control yourself no more.

Pairing; down bad fem!reader X hot boyfriend!Sunghoon (canon) Genre; i dont even know (?) suggestive; crack; fluff; Words; 0.6k Warning; very thirsty reader (she is just like me for real) sexual innuendos I guess? Author's Note: YALL I'M STILL FERAL OVER THESE SUNGHOON PHOTOS SO I DECIDED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THEM!! Dont be fooled I wrote this to satisfy MY OWN thirsty self. And yeah, I'm not okay. Just look at him, look at that smirk- I can't- As always, thank you so much for all the love. Likes, and reblogs are always appreciated! Masterlist

You’ve been dating Sunghoon for a few months, and everything has been as perfect as you imagined. He’s a caring, loving boyfriend who always looks after you. You knew how handsome he was, that’s why you had the biggest crush on him ever since he walked past you at university. But every time you think he can’t get any more attractive, he proves you wrong.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you just witnessed. You were coming back from work, feeling a little clingy and missing your boyfriend more than ever. So, to your surprise, when you arrived at your shared apartment and found Sunghoon still there, you were thrilled. It’s Saturday, and Sunghoon usually heads to the gym at 6 p.m. to avoid the crowds, so seeing him home was a delightful surprise.

But you couldn’t believe your eyes when he turned to face you, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he waited for your reaction.

Your gaze traveled over his tall figure. He was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a black sleeveless top that clung to his chest and showed off his muscular shoulders and arms. Then, your perplexed eyes moved upward, and you noticed his black hair was slightly shorter, perfectly framing his handsome face. Without makeup, the pretty moles scattered across his face were more visible, and his lips looked redder than usual, so plump and inviting.

“What do you think, pretty?” Sunghoon questioned with a teasing grin, his eyes fixed on your face.

Your mouth hung open, your cheeks flushed a cute shade of red, and your breathing grew uneven.

“Sunghoon…” you whispered, your eyes glued to his lean arms, unable to look away.

“Yes, pretty?” he pressed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He loved having this effect on you. Especially because you’re usually so opinionated and talkative, but you always seem to turn shy when it comes to him.

“I just had an idea…” you said, stepping closer to Sunghoon and nudging his gym bag aside with your foot. “Maybe you can work out at home today.”

“At home? How?” Sunghoon asked, confused, his thick left eyebrow arching.

“Yeah, at home. With me. In bed,” you flirted, your voice low as you stepped fully in front of him.

“How can I work out in bed?” he smirked, pretending to be clueless about your very obvious invitation.

“Oh, I can show you some good workout positions…” You bit your bottom lip and reached for his head, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his freshly cut hair.

“You could’ve just said I look good,” Sunghoon teased, his seductive brown eyes locked on your parted lips.

“Oh no, no, I couldn’t—” Your gaze shifted from his eyes to his red lips. “It wouldn’t be enough to explain how insanely hot you look right now.”

Sunghoon let out a laugh, his cheeks warming at your boldness. His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you forcefully against him, drawing a surprised whimper from your lips.

The two of you stayed still for a moment, eyes locked as your breathing quickened from the closeness. You were the one who made the first move, unable to hold back any longer. Slowly, your lips meet his in a unrushed peck, wanting to savour the moment. But Sunghoon’s lips move impatiently against yours, turning the kiss that was supposed to be slow and passionate to hungry. He couldn't wait. He wanted you.

“Then show me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and teasing. “Show me how handsome you think I am.” His words sent a shiver through you, and you hungrily chased after his addictive kiss again, ready to make him regret asking.

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[berrryparfait]

who came before me? ⊹ ࣪ ˖

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, caleb x fem!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: who were the girls who came before you? what were they like? did he love them? one night, your thoughts and insecurities get the best of you, and you decide to face them once and for all. 「please don't be in love with someone else.」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: slight angst, reader is not mc nor have the LIs ever met mc in the past, hc that rafayel used to be a huge playboy, xavier is a regular-aged person, caleb first met reader in school

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: die for you – joji

✧ a/n: i'm the type to lowkey obsess over my partner's exes lol so here's me projecting!!! i love exploring complex relationship dynamics that involve past lovers so here's one of my fave tropes (not-first-love-but-greatest-love) tied up in a bow for yall <3

SYLUS confesses that there have been other women, though not many as he isn’t the type to frequently engage in casual hookups. He’d slept with a few women before he met you, though none of them had resulted from or led to serious dates. Somehow, he’d just…lost interest. Not that he ever felt those women were beneath him or unworthy of his time, but he’d never really connected with anyone before you appeared in his life. Meeting you felt a lot like getting his ribcage smashed to pieces as you wriggled your way into his heart—once a cold and empty place but now safe, full, and warm. “I’ve never been the best at…getting to know people, but with you,” he whispers as he gazes deep into your eyes, “for once in my life, I might be in grave danger.”

ZAYNE had been on a few dates in the past, most of them arranged by mutual friends or formed through his workplace. He wasn’t exactly the outgoing type, so he kept to himself most of the time while at work. However, fellow doctors or nurses would ask him out from time to time, a few of whom he’d gone on one or two dates with. He enjoyed their company, though none of them ever lasted very long. Besides the fact that Akso hospital was a busy one, Zayne was also known to be emotionally distant, slightly arrogant, and “married to his work”. Despite all this, he was a polite and caring man, and none of his ex-flings had anything negative to say about him. “It feels different when I’m with you. Not that this is why I like you, but I appreciate you giving me space when I need it most—even as I find myself wanting that space less and less.”

RAFAYEL could not have been described as anything other than a shameless Casanova—there’s no denying that. He sought pleasure everywhere he went, always up for another night of fun. Of course, this was an easy feat for him; he was always undoubtedly the most gorgeous man in the room, and people loved to look. Inviting eyes, lush violet hair, finely-sculpted figure… Rafayel commanded attention, and reveled in it too. He looks a little ashamed when revealing his past to you, which does sting at first, but you appreciate his honestly and willingness to be vulnerable with you. He’s changed, after all. “I chased after that high for a long time, night after night after night… I was happy, but what I felt then couldn’t even begin to compare to the joy I feel with you, just standing still.”

XAVIER had had a crush on one of the other Deepspace Hunters for years—an older girl who used to help him train every once in a while back when he was a rookie. She was outgoing, popular, and cheerful, and he found himself stuttering and blushing whenever he had the chance to speak to her. Despite his growing feelings for her at the time, he never made a move for fear that his adoration would be unrequited. He eventually got over his crush but remains grateful for everything she taught him and the support she'd showed him as his senior. It’s undeniable that he’ll always care for her in some way, for she played a part in making him the courageous, compassionate man you know today. "It was just a silly little crush, that’s all. Let’s not dwell on the past and instead focus on our future. How else would I be able to devote my attention to the love of my life?"

CALEB has never even thought of touching another girl since he first laid eyes on you back in school. Well, except for that one time in college, when he slept with a classmate. A much-needed release, sure, but even then, his thoughts were consumed by you—a torturous cycle of fantasies and memories that never existed. No one else has ever been able to fill that endless, gravity-defying void. He’s wanted you for so long, it’s no surprise he’s so set on never letting you go. He told himself that maybe if he went out more, surrounded himself with other women, found common ground with them, he’d be able to get over you. But he was wrong. "You consume me, incapacitate me. So no, there's been no one else. Consider me historically, currently, and eternally yours."

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[cathnospam]

CW// UA CollegeAU, Oral, Reader is a lil oblivious, Bakugo is his own warning

“Returning the Favor”

Bakugo owes you and he hates it. But you don’t know it.

He has been meaning to pay you back for months, but he simply can’t due to world literally hate him.

It all started just a few months ago when you offered your Blondie to go down on him after a mission.

He’s been more crankier than usual and when you exhausted google for answers; relaxing, taking a mental day, going to a spa, the list went on , but nothing worked.

you were left with an orgasm.

It releases stress and tension, plus it feels amazing it shouldn’t hurt right? Granted, you and your boyfriend never went as far as mutual masturbation, but when you offered he wasn’t very resistant towards it.

So you did, and even though it was your first time, he definitely didn’t think so! You gagged a few times sure, but that just added to the sexiness on you, and like Google said; it worked.

He wasn’t chipper or anything, but he was more calmer, pout still there as usual, but his eyes were more relaxed. Even when Denki kept touching at him (you assume he did it on purpose to make him mad) all he did was roll his eyes, call him sparky and walked away.

You did catch him staring at your mouth more because of this, but it was worth it seeing him be less annoyed and angry.

So here we are now 3 months later and it’s became a routine between you both; at least a couple times a week you let him come to your dorm and you ….handle him. It never goes any further than that though since neither of yall are ready to take that dive into real intimacy, but it was okay—

You don’t mind at all! Maybe you’ve developed an oral fixation, but ironically enough sucking his dick is a stress reliever for you as well. Some days you’ve just ask him if he wants to come over and you spend the evening taking care of him.

Little did you know Bakugo hates it.

He doesn’t hate you or what you’re doing to him, it drives him insane, a few days ago he got hard during a shower thinking about your pretty little moans on his dick so that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was for the past few weeks he has been wanting to express his appreciation towards you by going down on YOU, but every single time he attempts it’s always an interuption.

Jirou needs you for a problem she has, an emergency at one of the agencies you both work at, he remembers a few times he fell right asleep after cumming. It’s embarrassing!

So, Bakugo has been adding up the costs and he knows he owes you, it’s gotten to the point he feels like he is using you.

Sure he says thank you, takes you out, cleans you up, etc etc, but he wants to REALLY pay you back. The moment he moves his body to get between your thighs you both have to leave. It SUCKS. He hates OWING.

But it wasn’t just about paying you back he does think about eating you out. Embarrassingly so, in different ways too.

Maybe with a skirt on and nothing under? Bent over the bed? Sit on his face? Maybe 69? Side ways? He can’t stop thinking the different ways to eat that pretty pussy of yours.

He couldn’t take it anymore he HAS to at this point. So, once again you text him asking if he wanted to come over and of course he’s already on his way, but once you tug down his sweats he stops you.

“Baby—?—oh!”

No words needed he attacks your neck gently to distract you from how he was pushing you down on your comfy bed, “‘Suki you—“

“Just…shut up. Please. “ Luckily you were wearing just one of his shirts and a thin little thong, he kisses down and all around your tummy and thighs, indirectly teasing you, ‘Have to pay you back..”

“Pay ..me?”

He groans, knowing damn well he doesn’t wanna continue unless he asks for your permission, but wont get an answer until he answer your questions, “I been wanting to return the favor…but every fucking time I do we gatta stop and I don’t want you…to think…I don’t know that I’m using you.”

You blink, registering what he’s saying, “Katsuki you are using me.” When his eyes grew wide you started to giggle and shake your head, “Not in a bad way! You’re using me to help yourself. And I love to. I love making you feel good, it was my idea y’know…but I never did it so you can do it back to me. We’re in a relationship not a…deal.”

As much as it made sense Katsuki was just too stubborn (and hard) to accept it, “But…” you lie back, tugging off your panties and spreading your legs for him. His piercing red eyes were wide, stunned at even prettier your pussy looked last time he seen you. He swallowed hard when he noticed your lips already wet, were you playing with yourself earlier? “If you are offering you can, but I want you to do it because you want to not because I owe—-oh!”

Your boyfriend wasted no time holding open your thighs to latch his lips in your pussy. Granted he never done it before, but the weeks of looking at pussy eating videos helped him navigate where to lick and suck.

Sure. He didn’t necessarily owe you, but he sure as hell wanted you to know he loves and appreciate you all the same.

And with the way you were moaning his name, he knew he paid his debt.

[milksnake-tea]

━━ fear not the road untaken .

Sunday hadn't spent long with the Stellaron Hunters before boarding the Express, but the memories he'd made with them were priceless. One quiet day in the Express's cabin, while reflecting on his experiences with the Hunters, you appear to visit him.

astral express!sunday x gn!stellaronhunter!reader

contains: sunday used to be a stellaron hunter, teasing, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE WRITTEN SO FAR, SUNDAY IS DOWN BADDDD AS HE DESERVES TO BE BITES FIST I MISSED THIS SO BADDDDD, not established relationship sunday just has a massive crush on you

word count: 2.06k

a/n: happy drip marketing yall. you all get a sunday fluff piece. as a treat. also yes i am completely and totally sane. (THIS IS THE MOST SELF INDULGENT FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN I AM SO SORRY GUYS)

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“Sunday, we’re going out to Belobog for a bit. Wanna come with?”

Heeled boots still in the midst of a step. Feather-like hair shifts and tousles as he turns his head. At the invitation, gold melts, sapphires glitter, and a gentle smile warms his lips.

March is a blessing, he thinks. She is bubbly, kind, and always manages to light up whatever room she steps into - in that regard, she is not too unlike his beloved sister. Although her ability to plan ahead leaves much room for improvement, he cannot deny that it was her presence that made his transition into a Nameless much easier than it would’ve been.

Although, truthfully, he’d expected more resistance from her - out of everyone, she seemed to be the most traumatized by the Charmony Festival Disaster, and she also had more of a distaste for Stellaron Hunters than the others. But surprisingly, she’d come around to him, and welcomed him into the Express with open arms - and a lot of food. He swears, every time she’s come back from a trip, it’s another sweet or drink shoved into his arms - not that he’s complaining, though.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he begins, then rests a hand over his chest as a reflex. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse. The last expedition has left me rather exhausted - and as you know, I don’t fare well in cold weather.”

Dan Heng nods in understanding. He’s never been a man of many words, and for that Sunday appreciates him. He rather likes straight-forward people, who aren’t afraid to say their mind - perhaps that’s why he’s grown to adore both the Express and the Hunters so much.

“Is there anything you want us to bring back?” pipes up the Trailblazer, dog-like eyes shining as they lean over March. “Like, sweets or whatever?”

Sunday bites back a chuckle. Somehow, word had gotten around that Sunday had quite the sweet tooth. He doesn’t know who started it or how they found out (he has his suspicions on March), but ever since the trio has been dragging him around to various planets and encouraging him to try the local desserts.

He wonders if he’s gotten cavities yet. He hopes not.

Maybe he should check again, at a later time.

“That Rye Bread Iceberg you brought last time was rather enjoyable. I’d like to try it again.”

March and the Trailblazer brighten at his words. “Okay, on it!”

Dan Heng only hums his acknowledgement before turning to leave the parlor car. “Let’s go,” he advises the others. “You know Seele doesn’t like to wait.”

Sunday has never personally met this Seele (the Trailblazer describes her as a crass but kind-hearted warrior), but her fury is enough to whip both March and the Trailblazer into shape. It isn’t long before the trio is waving him goodbye as they descend into the frozen planet, and he also bids them farewell.

And then it is just him, and the conductor.

A small sigh leaves him as he sits down on one of the many couches. He wasn’t lying when he said he was exhausted. Fighting - or any physical activity, for that matter - isn’t exactly his strong suit. Even during his time with the Hunters, he’d stayed behind the front lines, acting as a pseudo Kafka with his carefully crafted words and tuning abilities.

That’s one of the few things about the Hunters that he prefers over the Express - they didn’t force him to hike through deserts and jungles and mountains and Xipe knows what else. All they did was throw him off a skyscraper in the name of the script (he’s pretty sure Elio just wanted to see if he’d actually fly or not).

Sunday blinks, realizing just what had just passed through his mind. Then he sighs with a smile, leaning back into the red plush of the couches.

Only a few months since his fall, and he’s already beginning to think as weirdly as the rest of them.

“Sunday, are you alright?”

Sunday glances down to see the conductor waddling by his feet.

Pom Pom is… strange, no doubt - for whatever reason, Dan Heng fears them and has advised Sunday to not anger them at all costs. Their past is shrouded in mystery, but Sunday finds himself drawn to the conductor. Perhaps living most of his life in a fever dream like Penacony has warped his perception of what is normal and what is not.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He shifts on the couch to make room, but the conductor shakes their head.

“Are you sure? Pom Pom saw you laughing to yourself,” they fret, tapping their nubby hands together anxiously. “Have you been sleeping enough?”

Sunday crosses one leg over the other, and rests his hands over his knee. “If you’re concerned about my transition from Penacony to reality, be at ease. The Hunters have practically beat a proper sleep schedule into me.”

Pom Pom yelps in shock. “B-Beat?! They beat you?”

“Not literally,” Sunday hastes, instinctively reaching out a hand to calm the conductor. “It was more akin to… ominously threatening checkups. Although, there was this one time-”

He sees the look on Pom Pom’s face, and decides to stop it there. He fears they might break out sobbing if he continues.

“Nevertheless, rest assured that I am sleeping at an appropriate time,” he finishes reassuringly. His practiced smile pays off as the conductor gradually calms down, albeit worry about the Hunters’ methods still lingers.

“Alright, if you say so, Sunday.” They look around uneasily. “Do you want anything to drink?”

Sunday waves his hands hastily. “No, I am alright, thank you-”

“He’ll have some tea.”

Pom Pom jumps with a shriek and Sunday’s wings puff up. A familiar laugh ghosts his ear, and immediately Sunday’s face brightens.

“What- What are you doing here?!” Pom Pom quickly hides behind one of Sunday’s slender legs, hugging it like a lifeline. Sunday places a hand on their head to calm them as he turns to the hologram with a warm smile.

“At ease, conductor, they’re a friend.”

Your holographic form glitches in and out of reality. There’s a thin blue filter over your appearance, but other than that, everything is the same as he remembers.

“Hey, angel,” you coo, leaning your elbow on his shoulder as you sit besides him. Its weight is not the same as it would be in reality, but the presence is enough - a small, barely noticeable tingle that has his heart fluttering and his wings following in suit. “How’s life as Nameless? Do you miss us yet?”

Sunday laughs gently. “It has only been two weeks since I left the Hunters. I’m afraid I haven’t had the time to miss you all.”

You pout playfully, sticking out your tongue.Even though parts of you chip away and reappear, and your form isn’t stable, Sunday can’t help but be as captivated by you as he was when he was still among the Hunters’ ranks. Where the projection fails, his tinted memory fills in.

“Silver Wolf misses you, although I doubt she’d actually say it,” you say, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “Has she visited you yet?”

Sunday stutters a bit before weakly batting your finger away with his wing. “No, I’m afraid she hasn’t.”

“Hm.” You smile at his attempt to brush you off. Letting go of his hair, you instead opt to tug lightly at his cheek, earning a squeak from the Halovian. “That’s weird. Maybe she was too shy to speak up.”

“I-” Sunday rubs his cheek when you finally let go. Embarrassingly, his wings jump to shield his face, an unfortunate reflex he’d yet to curb. “I suppose she was…”

He hears you hum, and he lifts a wing to peek at you. His cheeks feel hot - no, that’s an understatement, the entirety of his body feels as if he’s in a fireplace.

“Give her my regards,” he finally breathes out, thanking the Aeons for his training in keeping his composure. Sure, it ultimately fails whenever he looks at you, but at least he’s able to fix himself quickly enough… or at least, he hopes that’s what it looks like.

“You didn’t answer my question though.” Propping your elbow on his shoulder again, you rest your cheek in your palm. “How’s the Nameless life treating you?”

“It’s chaotic,” Sunday admits with a fond sigh. He relaxes into the couch once more, feeling himself sink into the plush. Briefly, he’s tempted to lean his head on your shoulder, but given that you’re a holograph, he holds himself back. “But it’s fun. The Nameless have been kind, and the planets I’ve visited… It’s nice, to see the universe as someone other than a wanted criminal.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

Sunday would apologize, but considering that it’s you he’s talking to, he doesn’t feel the need to. After all, you’ve said worse to him, and him to you.

“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. “To be honest, though, the Express and the Hunters aren’t so different.”

He hears Pom Pom squawk indignantly, and again he ruffles their fur to calm them. Turning ever so slightly to your hologram, he gazes at you with adoration and fondness swelling his heart.

“To the both of you, I am forever grateful. If it weren’t for your kindness, I’d be rotting away in an alley somewhere. I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

All distaste for the Hunters fades from Pom Pom as they giggle bashfully. “Aw, Sunday… You don’t have to thank us. We were just doing what the Nameless do.”

You nod in agreement, reaching through his wing and poking his cheek again. “Conductor’s right. No need for thanks, birdie.”

“Still-” Sunday makes a sound like a startled bird as you poke his cheek harder, squishing it against the rest of his face. Underneath his coat, his primary wings strain with the urge to flutter and twitch, while his secondary wings are held back by sheer willpower. The only sign that they want to flap so badly is with the tiniest of tremors.

“None of that,” you chide him gently, tapping him lightly on the plush of his lips. “We’re just glad you’re happy - right, bunny?”

“Who’re you calling bunny?!” Pom Pom protests, steam puffing out of their head while steam threatens to escape Sunday’s face for completely different reasons.

Before you can reply, however, your form begins to glitch out, flickering in and out of reality at a higher frequency. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you stand up.

“Looks like Silver Wolf isn’t happy,” you comment, brushing off imaginary dust from your clothes. Taking one step so that you’re fully in front of Sunday, you lean in so that your projected nose barely brushes against his. “I have to get going now. You have my number, so text me if you need anything, okay? Or if you want to catch me up with your travels, you can always call me.”

Sunday’s voice feels lodged in his throat. With a subtle gulp, his Adam’s Apple bobbing ever so slightly, he manages to speak with an even voice.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice almost a whimper. He wants to explode.

You smile fondly, and duck in to peck at the corner of his lips. The buzzing of your holograph morphs into electrifying lightning, surging into his veins, puffing up his feathers and making all of his hairs stand up and sending his already tapping heart into a frenzy. His body freezes into a statue, and all coherent thoughts melt away into a haze that is both ecstatic and shocked.

By the time you pull away, his wings are flapping erratically and his entire body is dyed in a rosey red. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, but all words die on his tongue and he is left blabbering like a fool.

You laugh again, eyes crinkling so beautifully he swears he’s ascended.

“If that’s how you react, I wonder how cute you’ll be when it’s the real deal.”

And then you’re gone, vanishing like a sweet dream in a flurry of pixels, leaving Sunday there to dazedly touch his lips, and then where you’d kissed him.

And then he smiles, giddily, and his halo practically glows as soft, love-stricken giggles begin to leave him.

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[chunkitakii]

A Fight Worth While

Conquest x Hero! Reader

There is almost NO fics abt this crazy ass man, so I'll just write my best because he has been on my mind ever since that episode came out. BTW this fic looks ass but I wanted to js push this one out there. But imagine this: your fighting Conquest along side Invincible. And this mf just starts to like you, and little TOO much…

WARNING: There will be sexual themes, skin licking, choking, typical violence, hints that reader will be uncomfortable (goes with the story but ik some of yall freaky and would take everything this man will give you.) You still find him attractive tho.

Read it on AO3!

Summary: You are a hero fighting Conquest; you later find out that he is really liking this fight. Like REALLY liking it… (Basically its just Conquest bullying tf outa you, and js making things weird like the weirdo he is. <3)

Buildings were no longer buildings, but rubles. The roads that once lay flat on the city ground no longer longer were present in this destruction. Civilians cry and groan, trying to either bring themselves out of the ruble, or trying to find and help others. The city was no longer a city, but a wasteland filled with debris and bodies. 

You had of course come to the city's help after hearing about the destruction. Cities around the world had become unrecognizable. You couldn’t stand by and watch it all happen. 

You hurriedly came to the scene. You couldn’t find the person who caused all of this, so you instantly went for the hurt civilians. They thanked you and ran to either seek shelter or help others. As you continued, your eyes grazed upon a scene in front of you. 

Many civilians cowered in fear, tears streaming down their faces as they whimpered from the man in front of them. You couldn’t blame them, because the man in front of them was one of the most intimidating things you had ever seen. Although you couldn’t see his face, his form itself sent shivers down your spine.  

He was huge…

He wore an all-white fit, and had a metal arm beside him. He foated menacingly above the civilians; it had looked like a predator catching their prey. And you couldn’t stand it; this might be your guy.

“You low-life insects are so puny, I could cry, but…that would just be weak.” The man spoke, his voice like gravel and his breath steady. He had begun to bring back his fist, he was about to kill the civilian underneath him. Their faces twisted in fear, some even began to accept their fate. It haunted you knowing that you were probably going to see them turn into mush under his hand.

Before he could land a hit, you took up all of your strength and flew at him with all of your might.  Luckily before he could react, the hero planted a blow right at his lower spine. Stopping him from ending these people's lives. It sent him flying across the town, you could feel a sense of satisfaction bubble within you.

The civilians below you showing their appreciation for you. “Thank you, thank you!” they cried, pools of tears running down your face. You had to remind them that while you were grateful, they were still on the battlefield. They all had acknowledged you, and had begun to run off to elsewhere, away from the war upon their city.

You felt a sense of pride fill you knowing that you had saved their lives, sparkling theme another day. But before you can bathe in the feeling, it quickly vanishes. You felt an ominous presence before you once again. The debris of the building had finally vanished, only giving you a view that sent fear down your spine. 

There he was once again, now facing you like you had done almost nothing to him. He had a couple of scratches sure, but he had only looked like you only just flicked him. It gave a sense that this man did not feel anything you had given him.

You could now see his face; he had a scar that came from the top of his head. It looked nasty, not to mention it made his appearance more intimidating. The scar had reached his eye that was white and cloudy. Leaving his other eye to stare down into you more.

Although from all of his fearful appearance, you could admit that he was somewhat of a good looking fellow. Although that was masked over the thoughts of him killing innocent lives.

He floated forward in the dusty air until he had stopped within an eye’s view. His shoulders squared as he stood tall. His gaze pierced through the unknown hero, analyzing their every inch. To the tips of your toes, to the top of your head. His eyebrows furrowed a little upon them; you could faintly hear him grumble from the depth of his chest. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sight of him. If you stood side by side with him, he could easily dwarf you. Yet you still stood your ground, you had wanted to show him justice after what he had done. Though the thought of beating this man had become slimmer and slimmer just by looking at him. You would have to try and pull yourself together and prove yourself wrong.

“Are you the one destroying these cities and killing innocent civilians?” You asked; you already knew the answer to it. You just wanted to make sure, and hear this guy’s reason as to why. Curiosity might be the death of you.

He’s cold gaze then softened, then turned into a smirk as he looked at this assumed “hero” in front of him. He could try and have some fun with you. The previous heroes were not as much of a fight after all. It gave him a feeling much like a cat playing with its food before mauling to death. He had killed so many of these weak heroes, but they were always somewhat of entertainment to him. You would just be one more tally mark on the kill streak to him. Though from all of the other heroes of this planet, he felt himself taking a liking to you just by your appearance. You were smaller than him, and could easily be overpowered by him. But something told him that you were going to be worth his while.

“Hm…You know, you have more of a kick to your punch than the rest of those worms...” He muttered out, his eyes squinting at their form. He could see them visibly shiver from him, but their eyes remained determined.

Adorable…

The older man spoke up once again, straightening his posture to introduce himself. "I am Conquest, sent by the Viltomights to take over your feeble planet.” Conquest announced, eyes still remaining on the hero before him. He had seen the once determined face begin to sneer at him.

You felt a growl come out of your throat, at this point. You were ready to beat this guy’s ass for threatening your home planet. You didn’t want to hear another word from this man.

Conquest had felt satisfied at your reaction before continuing. “But to answer your question, yes, I am the one destroying these cities and killing lives.” He stated it in a mocking way to imitate how you asked him that same question before. “But not in Viltrumites name, but for my own pleasure.” Growling that last response out, he paused for a moment, leaning forward just a little. “And you are? I would like to know the person I'm going to tear apart...” Conquest asked, his tone darkened. But you wouldn’t dare to give him your name. Too angered by him and his actions, and he could tell the glare you gave him.

“Why would I? After what you have done here, I don’t think you even deserve it.” Venom spat out your thought, challenging him in a way. Conquest only chuckled at the hero’s remark, finding it cute that they were trying to insult him. His smile bared his crooked teeth down at you before saying his last remark to you. “It’s fine, I’ll know soon enough after I am done with you.” And with that, he serged towards them with a crazed expression. It made your heart drop knowing he was coming at you full speed. Luckily, you were faster.

Quickly, they moved to the side as they saw him zoom past them and stomp into the ground. As he got up, you saw the opportunity to hit Conquest as he was still turned around. You felt the adrenaline pulse through your veins as you brought a hand back to plow into the back of his skull. But he had already known your plan of action.

Suddenly, he twisted his body around and threw one single punch to the hero’s gut that made them spew out blood instantly. The blow had sent their body flying back into a building somewhere behind you. The building began to crush and crumble above them. They could feel many cuts and bruises taking form across their now injured body.

Conquest felt himself frown; he was disappointed with the thought that you were already done after that hit. Many heroes are after a single blow. At times, it was satisfying to let others know how truly strong he is. Though there could be times when he was disappointed with their weakness. Not many beings could even handle his strength; it was sad, really. But something gave him a feeling you were far from that. Right now, it looks like he might have to pull you out of the ground to continue this fight. 

With a closed-eyed sigh, he floated with an easy pace towards the downed hero. But what he didn’t expect was how fast you had gotten up. With his guard down, Conquest felt a piercing punch right in the middle of his face that sent his nose spewing out blood and onto your hand. The punch itself had made him land upon the ground roughly. Conquest was not shocked, but impressed by your durability. 

The punch itself should have at least ruined your intestines. Or even should have made you immobile for a while. But yet you had gotten up within seconds. Impressive, now lets see how long you would last against him.

The viltrumite was about to get up and continue the fight, but the fist then returned upon his face quickly turned into a full grasp as he felt himself being roughly dragged upon the city floor. He didn’t need to open his eyes to feel the angered expression on your face. He felt the heat of your adrenaline, your anger, your excitement.

You’re getting heated…

Good…

To you, it felt good putting this man in his place, the heat of the moment catching up on you. You couldn’t help but feel a smirk forming on your face. Who knows, maybe you could beat this guy.

You could now feel Conquest smile underneath your hand as he was getting dragged through the city. You didn’t have time to wonder if he was smiling until he suddenly grasped your arm. His hand wraps firmly against your forearm. And with a swift move, he swung them around and brought them down with him. Switching the both of their positions, you were now the one getting dragged across the ground with him untop of you.

Both of his hands gripped the chestpiece of your suit, keeping you from going anywhere but the rough and extremely hard ground. You grunted profusely, and as you looked up at the man above you. Conquest had stared right back at you with the same, crazed smirk that will probably haunt you in your dreams. 

“You are alot stronger than I thought, kid…” He grunted out.

Suddenly, without the two of you knowing, the both of them could feel themselves getting slammed into another building, which stopped him from dragging you any further, thankfully. Now that the two of you stopped moving, Conquest brought his metal hand to press you down further into the ground below you. His robotic hand had almost covered all of your chest, it didn’t help he was pressing down with an intense pressure. You groaned and tried to pry his hand off of you. But he didn’t budge, not one bit. Instead, he pressed down harder, and began to rub his fingers around their ribs, feeling you all around. Your flesh and your rib cage both.

Damn, this guy is weird.

“You know, you are really starting to entertain me, Sunshine.” Conquest spoke; the nickname he had given you rolled off of his tongue. To him, it was fitting for you considering he’s fighting a hero with some spice to them. This hero was a feisty little thing; it filled him with fire. Conquest also didn’t forget how cute they were to him; it had just made him want to cave your little chest in. But what had intrigued him more was the fact that they didn’t run away in fear like the rest of his opponents after a moment of fighting. It was too bad he had to end their weak little lives. But you, you continued to fight him with so much anger. A part of him sort of debated if he had wanted to kill you or not. 

“Not many have the strength to entertain me, I give you full credit for that.” He chuckled as he looked down upon you. You glared back up at him with that same fiery glare as you continued to try and pry his hand off, and oh how he loved it. “Go to hell, you psycho…” the hero grunted back at him.

They had begun to raise the legs until they gave a full-force kick into Conquest’s stomach to give you some space. As your legs gave a powerful kick to his stomach, he went stumbling backwards with a harsh groan. He had clutched his stomach in pain. As he was distracted only for a moment, you twisted your body around to give one more final blow, similar to a horse kick. Sending him backwards and into the air above. 

You followed him in the air shortly after, hopefully to plow him back into the earth’s core. Before you could even land the hit, Conquest turned around and wrapped both of his hands around your neck, and serged your body into the ground. The wind around you whistled in your ears, making you almost lose your ability to hear. You finally felt the ground below break as your body made contact with it. A wave of pain had hit your body; you had felt a metallic task in the back of your throat; no doubt that was blood.

Before you had regained full consciousness, you felt a weighing pressure on top of you, keeping you down on the ground. A warm but cold hand was still present on your throat, making sure that you were not going to get up and have the upper hand. Soon, they had gained the strength to open their eyes. Sadly, the only thing that had filled their vision was the one and only Conquest. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders moving with every breath. You could have swore you saw drool coming from his mouth.

He now had you practically in a cage, a cage formed by him. Conquest took a breathy exhale as he leaned forward until his head layed upon your shoulder. Conquest pressed almost all of his weight down onto them, making them slightly wheeze out from the pressure. Their legs were located on each side of his waist. His robotic arm was keeping him propped up by its forearm. Your hand was placed upon his shoulder to try and prevent him from moving closer than he already was.

“Look at you, Sunshine, being so good for me while you fight to your heart's content.” You could hear and feel his ragged breath against the part of your neck just below your ear. With the position the two of you were taking, it was sort of erotic. If someone where to walk by and find the two of you, it would look like a missionary position. And if anyone did, you were just going to call it quits and die.

Trying to get the erotic thoughts out of your head, you snapped at him. “Fuck you…” You groaned out as you tried almost the one hundredth time to get him off of you; Conquest still didn’t budge. You had only gotten a light chuckle from him.

“I can go at this for days, but I doubt you could even keep up with a viltrumite like me.” Conquest muttered against you. You could feel his pelvis upon yours, and you could even feel him. Every part of this man screamed huge, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find that out. You let out a soft gasp at the contact as you tried pushing him off, “Get off of me asshole-” they gasped out, but each move they made had them moving into the man above them. Conquest had only grounded into them more, his smirk becoming bigger and bigger by the second. You could almost hear him groan above you, and he could hear you whimper underneath him. To him, that sound alone made him made up his mind about you. Conquest was definitely keeping you…

Now, the cogs in your head made you realize something,

Conquest was getting off by this. This sick fuck was getting off to you fighting him! 

You couldn’t help your face from getting warm by your situation. To save you from humiliation, you moved your face away from him. You still couldn’t really move due to his hand gripping at your thoat, so you had tried your best to fight his hand. Hopefully to escape from him seeing your warmth and embarrassed face. But what you didn’t realize was that you were giving him full access to your neck. Conquest felt you try and move away from him, he also felt how warm you had gotten. 

You instantly regretted it as you felt him smile wickedly against your neck. Conquest adjective his hand to where it wasn’t handling your neck, but hilding the side of it you keep you from moving away. He gave a soft inhale against your skin, inhaling your scent before he began to press his face further down onto their neck and rub his face all over you. At first, you thought he was just being weird and creepy. Yet the thought was quickly shut down as you felt a liquid spread across the side of your neck. It was warm yet cold at the same time. But then it hit you like a bullet train.

Conquest was rubbing his bloody nose all over you…

It had felt like he was marking you with his blood; you felt yourself cringe at the thought. His nose slid across every curve of your neck, making it slippery to the touch. This man wasn’t just a normal, powerful villain; this man was a crazed psychopath who gets off at this! You didn’t know if you could fight him anymore. You didn’t know if it was because you were too weirded out and scared, or because you were afraid you would like it. You would be lying to yourself that you didn’t find this man attractive. Yet this man had potentially killed millions, if not more! At this point, you were scared of both your feelings and conquest.

You whimpered as he trailed his face up to your cheek. Giving you a hard cheek nuzzle to spread his blood more on your face. You could hear him chuckle against your cheek, breathly but rough. After what had seemed like long, antagonizing minutes, he settled his forehead on theirs, staring deeply into them as if the two of you just made love. His half-lidded eyes held so much adoration while yours were wide and fearful ones. 

The sight alone had pleased him, turning him on more than he already was. You, covered in blood, it was a beautiful sight. He would do anything to keep you in a frame within his mind forever. The hero’s once fiery eyes were now replaced with fearful ones. It seemed they had now realized what and who they were up against. 

“Aw come on, don’t tell me you already lost that spark in you. Things were just starting to get fun.” Conquest whined; he loved the fact that a once confident hero, broken down into a weak worm from the man before them. But at the same time, Conquest wanted to continue this fight with you. You were so much stronger than the rest of those weak little worms that call themselves heros. But then again, he loved to show how he can easily dominate you in battle.

Maybe later he can break you down until you were a submissive little thing while he beats you into the ground.

His statement towards you alone had brought you back to reality. You had contemplated if you had wanted to flee, but now that he urged you to fight, you found that same spark that was once lost. His words replaying in your head, he thinks that you gave up. Like hell you were going to give up.

Conquest saw the light ignite in their eyes, their fury now showing within your colored orbs. They let out an infuriated growl as they quickly brought their head back and slammed it right into Conquest’s head. It brought him back into a sitting position, giving you room to move. Headbutting him so hard that even both of them saw white. But the pain didn’t stop them from pushing him into the ground and putting their fists into his face repreatedly. 

Ofcourse, Conquest only eat their punches up like it was a full course meal. He finally had enough of your little “tantrum” and finally caught your hands with a swift move. Conquest then socked you in your chest, but not too hard to send you flying. You had luckily landed on your feet a couple of feet away from him, but the air had vanished from your lungs, causing you to cough profusely. You only focused on getting the breath back into your lungs to realize that Conquest had already appeared behind you within a blink of an eye.

You then felt a pair of arms around you; feeling his head behind your back to lift you up into the air. The two of you were in a position where your back was against his chest, his arms cradling your waist from behind. You would use your arms, but they were pinned beside you by Conquest forearms. You could visibly see his arms flex around your waist.

You found yourself still not taking back the fact that this man was really attractive.

His shadow casted over the hero’s form, making them feel smaller than they already were. Of course they had tried to fight back, their back had tried to arch away from him. But that had only made him bring them closer towards his body. You could feel each muscle of his behind you, especially his chest.

“That’s it, get angry…” He growled lowly. His voice was low and quiet; it didn’t fail to make you weak in your knees. You felt disgusted with yourself. Luckily you weren’t even standing; well, you didn’t know if it was a good thing.

What had happened afterwords pretty much cleared that question. You felt Conquest tighten his grip on you, almost crushing you with his bare arms. He lifted you up slowly before quickly falling backward onto the ground, slamming your head into the hard ground as he suplexed you.

You could not even cry out in pain from how hard the blow was. Instead, the only thing heard from you was deep, jagged breaths. You had struggled to keep yourself conscious as he unhooked his arms and let your body fall to the ground. You tried to keep your body upright, but the painful throbbing in your head kept you from doing so. You left the new fresh blood seeping out from your head and onto your bruised face. 

Your vision was blurry from the attack. And yet the only thing you could recognize from your foggy vision was the figure that stood before you. It wasn’t rocket science to know it was Conquest. What gave it away was the taunting voice of his. “Come on, sunshine. I know you have some strength in you still. Your strong, and I believe in you, you know that?” Conquest spoke in a soft voice, but you weren’t fool to know that he wasn’t sincere. 

But yet you still tried to move your legs, try to sit up, or even try to move your head. But you still couldn’t stop the pain in the back of your head. And the beast of a man just sat there and watched. Conquest was not a patient man, so with the goodness of his heart, he thought he might as well help you. “Here, let me be of service to you.” He simply stated.

You saw his figure move towards your form. You tried to move away, but that quickly failed as he roughly picked you up by the front part of your suit. He held you just above the ground; you feel dangled below you. The two of you stared at each other, you with a pained expression, and Conquest with an emotionless face. He took a long look at you, his singular working eye grazing upon each cut and gash that occupied your face. Additionally, his own marking of blood that covered the whole right side of your face. Glistening in the bare sun like fine wine.

“But, I can admit, seeing you all beat up just excites me…” Conquest muttered before uppercutting you in the jaw with a swift motion. The action was so off guard that you still couldn’t even grasp it. It had only hit when you were finally skidding on the ground with full force. Your limbs and joints became more painful each time your body collided with the ground. It didn’t help when body roughly stopped into a boulder. 

Your had now started to water, the pain from the uppercute had now started to dissolve into your jaw. You weren’t crying, but your eyes watered profusely from the pain of bone your jaw and your head. You tried to quickly wipe them away, trying to keep your eyes on the monster of a man that slowly flated towards you. But each time you blink, Conquest seems to become closer and closer. It was like straight out of a horror movie; it sent chills down to your core. After a couple of blinks, Conquest was now above you. You didn’t know if you could take another hit from him. Afraid of dying by his hands.

As Conquest stood above you, he brung his good hand to your face. His rough, warm hand grazed your cheek with the back of his hand; it was soft, but not until he forcibly yanked your head up to his. You felt his breath against your face; you also felt the intest eye contact he gave you. You grunted from the hard grasp he had; his hand covered most of the side of your head. You could tell he was smiling—the soft and giddy hum was present in the air. 

But what had caught you off guard the most, was that Conquest used his other hand to grab ahold of the hand you used to wipe your tears off of. His had softly touched yours, the action made you flinch due to the fear of what he might do next. Conquest twisted your hand to make your palm point directly above to his mouth. For a brief moment, he looked at you, waiting to see the confusion on your face. His eyes were soft, but not too soft to give away the menacing smirk. Conquest was pleased to see how your eyebrows furrowed just a little. That itself gave him the cue to do his deed. He opened his mouth, then stuck his tongue out to give your palm a long, hard lick.

He was licking the blood and tears off of your hand.

You mentally shrieked, now trying to close your hand. But Conquest was quick enough to hold it open with his thumb. You brought your free arm out to try and push him away, but that only made him open his eyes and bring your fingers into his mouth. Conquest gave you a devious smirk as he lightly bit down on them, making you gasp and freeze up. Scared that he will bite all of your fingers off.

Conquest gave a pleased sigh as he felt your fear of him. He brought your fingers out of his mouth, his saliva and your fingers being the only thing connected. “Your cute, you know that?” He questioned as his grip on the side of your head hardened. The sound of your pulse quickening only brought him pleaser. 

“At first, I thought you weren’t going to last after the first hit. But the more I spent my time fighting you, I began to feel more and more intrigued by you.” Conquest then lets go of you, releasing his grip on your head and hand. You fell to the ground with a loud huff, now propping yourself up on your forearms to try and give yourself leverage. Conquest dropped down to his knees, leveling with you as he gave you his words.

“You are not the strongest I have fought, but yet your durability amuses me. The other heroes this planet provides could not even last this long if they tried. Maybe I’ll keep you for safekeeping, maybe a suverneer to my home planet-” “You wouldn’t dare…” You cut him off from finishing his sentence. The thought of him “keeping” you unnerved you. Like hell you were going to be some pet to a man like him!

“But I can!” Conquest replied rather quickly for your liking. He then leaned in closer towards you, his eyes now darkened. “Let’s face it, you can’t beat me. Not for a long shot, sunshine.” Spitting his words down at you. Conquest then leaned back, relaxed as ever. You couldn’t even hold yourself up, so why bother being tense.

“You are like…Hmm…” He looked around the atmosphere, taking in all of the destruction he caused upon humanity as he tried to find the right example for you. Conquest spoke up once again, “You are like a dog in your people’s sense; you are only meant for my entertainment. I could treat you however I like and you would just come running back like nothing happened… Or, at least you will eventually.”

You were about to shout back at his words, but you were cut short with your vision going black and your body giving up on you. Conquest, gave you one swift punch to the head, and knocked you out cold. He knew that more insults would come out of your mouth, so he saved himself the time by shutting you up. 

He watched as you became quiet and unmoving in front of him. Conquest gave out a long, exagerated sigh before putting both of his arms underneath the hero, and picked them up without a single struggle. Your body was limp in his arms. Your head rests against his chest as all of the blood from you smeared onto his suit. Blood from both him and you. 

“Let us go home, pet…” Conquest spat out in the air like venom. Now floating in the air to get ready bring you back to Viltrum.

Pets weren’t normalized on his home planet; they were a sign of weakness. They would get too attached, and then that would be a liability. So, they were looked down upon. But you? No, you were going to be a form of entertainment to him. Something to keep his mind off of his loneliness. Maybe something to bring him out of that loneliness. 

His little entertainer…

I HATE proofreading, so sorry if this is ass and not well put togeather.