#hard to make good edits when he’s flustering me the whole time goddamn

[uhohdad]

♡ RUN BABY RUN ♡

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 | c!quackity

bargaining business - c!quackity x reader

synopsis: y/n and quackity are in business together. when y/n doesn’t get the payment they think is right, they threaten to quit. now, quackity has to be more convincing.

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none.

word count: 1.1K

doing business with quackity made things both easy and hard for you. for example, you could easily make a quick buck in return for handing over materials you collected that would go to quackity’s new sort of attraction to make even more money in. las nevadas or whatever he had called it. the difficult part? grinding your ass off for hours to only receive a tiny payment each week.

you’d only gotten enough payment to supply you for at least a month and you had been working over the course of eight weeks. that’s how terrible it had been. you figured that it was time to bargain with your boss for a raise.

“absolutely not.” was a slap to the face. you blinked several times, wondering if you had heard that right.

“pardon?” you questioned, baffled.

“the answer’s no.” quackity confirmed, stalking over to you with a stern expression. a possible attempt to intimidate you? you weren’t quite sure, considering that this man was only 5’8 in height.

“what? why?” you shouted, angered at how quickly he dismissed you. “i earn barely enough to last me a month! i’ve been working for you for several weeks! that’s ridiculous!” 

quackity just let out a long sigh and shrugged. “hey, look. i get where you’re coming from. you think you deserve more pay because of how hard you work. ok, sure. but i only pay the amount of money i think you’re worth. that’s just business.” once again, he said nonchalantly, insulting you in the process.

“you think i’m worth a measly ten diamonds a week?” you said as you stood before him, fully decked out in your netherite armor along with your netherite tools. 

quackity paused a moment, clearly weighing his word choices. “uh. yeah.” he said, before letting out a small laugh. he was obviously not taking you very seriously.

“fine then!” you growled. “if i quit, how much would my worth go up? because it seems like your lazy ass wouldn’t be able to make las nevadas without me to get the materials.” 

“you can’t quit.” he said simply with a small smile on his face. he was so goddamn full of himself, it made you want to punt the short man ten feet.

“and why not? i could easily mine out what you’re paying me tenfold if i wanted to. the only reason I’m not is because you looked like you needed help and i decided to not be an asshole about it at first because i assumed you would eventually pay me more.” you shot at him, crossing your arms over your chest to seem confident, when in reality, you really just wanted to explode and go off on him even further than you already were.

quackity again, only stood and processed your words, doing it all with a snigger. “you fucking wouldn’t quit.” 

“why not?” you uncrossed your arms, genuinely curious. you couldn’t think of a single reason as to why you wouldn’t want to quit when you were literally being put in poverty by this man. perhaps there was only one specific reason, but he didn’t know that. even if he did, it would be a stupid reason to go broke because of it. you were in the business to be decently paid.

“because,” his voice suddenly got huskier and dropped an octave, “you like me.”

the minute quackity uttered that sentence, he knew he had struck gold. he could tell just based on how you reacted. face flushed, breathing hitched, and a singular body flinch. he wanted to laugh so hard, but he didn’t. “don’t think i didn’t notice the little smile you reserve just for me. or the instant you see me, your posture straightens, stiff as a board. hell, was the only reason you came to work for me because of the fact that it was me?” he embarrassed you, making you feel a humiliating pit in your stomach.

“shut up, dude! i don’t!” you stammered, mortified. you let out a single panicked laugh, still red in the face. “that’s just the strangest bullshit i’ve heard.”

you could see him laughing at your attempt to make an argument against his statement. “oh my god, you do!” he continued on, the fit of laughter only getting more and more annoying.

“i really don’t, dickhead!” you said, making an effort to recover from your flustered phase. 

“come on, y/n!” he said with a flirtatious tone, whispering in your ear, finding your weak point. “i knew from the minute you started.” he just kept taunting you, completely ignoring the fact that you can literally just kill him right there with your sword. but you didn’t.

you pushed him away from you, forcing him backwards a few feet away from you. “even if i did like you, quackity- which i don’t!” you snarled, “it wouldn’t determine whether i would quit my job, asshole.” 

“ouch, y/n.” he responded, feigning a hurt expression. “fine then. you keep getting me materials, i’ll bump your pay to thirty a week. good?”

“fifty.” you bargained.

“thirty. plus, when this place opens up and starts booming, i’ll give you ten percent if you continue to work for me. deal?” quackity suggested, giving you a teasing smile. 

“i’m not becoming a stripper.” you stated. that was below your dignity. 

quackity barked out a laugh at this. “i wasn’t asking you to become a stripper.”

“then why the ten percent?” you questioned.

quackity only shrugged. “cause,” he put his hands on your face and leaned in close until his lips meant yours. shocked by his sudden move, you hesitated to return the kiss. all of these weeks he has been treating you like his own personal peasant, and now he’s kissing you? what the fuck? maybe he reciprocated your feelings. he pulled away from your lips, his own face just a tiny bit flustered, as opposed to a complete tomato like yourself. “i want to work closely with you.”

you stared into his dark eyes, taken aback by his words. quackity wanted to work closely with you. that was certainly not what you had in mind. the whole kiss was not what you had in mind. you met his gaze, mouth still partly opened. you found yourself straying away from his eyes and surveying the rest of him. his dark hair framed his face perfectly.

you found yourself missing the feeling of his lips against yours. reaching out, you grabbed him by his face and pulled him in, kissing him strongly, this time confident in yourself. he immediately kissed you back, putting his arms around you, his hands on your back and leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. 

“deal.” you muttered, finally pulling away, gasping for air.

“what?” he asked, not hearing you the first time.

“i said ‘deal’, bitch boy.” you said with swollen lips.

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written by me & edited by @faithajo24​

taglist: @aiyncel  @etheriaaly

[multiplefandomsblog]

“Offer”

request; Can I get an imagine with Kokichi with an artist S/O who wants to paint him but he keeps flustering them with suggestions of a nude painting of him?

warnings; kind of suggestive, mention of nudity, cussing, mutual pining i think, i made it kinda crack fic, reader has an ultimate talent(artist), not edited too well, ended it weird like always, kissing, lowkey making out tho- 

note; wow i wrote way too much- but hey, i still hope you enjoy this!

word count; 1.9k+

You walked around the school, looking for Kokichi to ask him to be your model.

Although you have sketched Kokichi several times before, you felt you needed to ask him face-to-face so he could just stay still in his goddamn chair instead of changing positions every 5 seconds and ruining your half-done sketch. And so, you went off to go find the boy, finding it surprisingly hard to catch him. 

“There you are! I was looking for you-” You puffed out a sigh of relief, clutching your art supplies close to you as you saw your purple-haired classmate. Not a second after he caught sight of your figure jogging towards him, he had started taunting you. 

“Oooooh, hey S/o, you seem mighty happy to see me, hm? I wonder why that is…” He took a funny-looking step towards you, voice laced with an interrogating tone.

He had that strange smirk on his face, and not the one you liked. N-not that you liked his smile! In consequence of staring at him and sketching him constantly without his knowledge—or so you thought—, you have become almost a master of reading his mood and expressions. 

“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I just wanted to ask you if I could paint you.” For a small moment you swore you could see his expression twist into one of shock, before quickly melting back into his shit-eating grin. “Well of course you would! I’m the ultimate supreme leader, after all.” He acted as if he wasn’t just gob-smacked a second ago.

You beamed up at him, you had been in a small art block for a while and the moment you saw Kokichi, you knew he would be the cure to it. And so, you were ecstatic when he said what he said, “So you’ll do it?” You jumped a little too high, and spoke a little too eagerly.

“Mhm! —but with a catch, of course.” Your face dropped, you should’ve known the little fucker would try and get something out of you. “Nishishi!”

Unsure if you even wanted to know, you asked carefully, “W-what’s the catch..?” Your voice laced with caution, brain suddenly being reminded of all the pranks and blackmail he had fucked everyone else over with in the past. Knowing him, it could vary from, ‘Eat a bug.’ to, ‘Survive a knife game against me!’ 

But what he said was definitely worse than the former, and the latter. 

“You have to paint me fully-nude.”

… It was suddenly very quiet, the echo of his insane remark, bouncing off the walls. The silence mostly coming from your side—then again, what did you expect? Painting Kokichi would mean the end of your art block and a painting of Kokichi, like, c’mon, but painting Kokichi nude would mean- Well, you weren’t sure what it meant; hence, the silence.

Impatient and somewhat annoyed by the silence, he poked at your shoulder, “So? Are you gonna paint me naked or not?” You stared at your shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with the boy you were now thinking of... naked. 

“... C-can’t I just paint you normally?” He pouted, a comedically high whine erupting from his throat as he replied, “But that’s no fuuuuuun!” 

“Don’t you want to see your ultimate supreme leader, whipping out his wang?-” You shoved his face away from your warm one, “Y… I mean n-no, no!” Your tone weak before getting loud and defensive as you caught yourself before all hell broke loose. 

You felt your stomach drop as you thought about the possibility of Kokichi knowing you wanted to see him, and I quote, ‘Whipping out his wang’, Kokichi would never let that one go. 

“Aw man, well I guess you don’t wanna paint me theeeen.” He slowly stepped away, a pout on his face as his back faced towards you. He hummed circus music as he teetered on his feet, balancing on one foot at once as he ‘walked’ away from you agonizingly slow, obviously waiting for you to tell him to come back. 

“Koki-” In a flash, Kokichi had been by your side, dragging your hand to god knows where. “You have me convinced! I’ll let you paint me because I’m suuuuuch a nice guy. Nishishi!” Although you should’ve asked where the both of you were going, you felt knowing the catch was more important, “B-but what’s the catch?” 

Kokichi kept at his speedy pace, yet he answered with a voice that still had so much energy in it, “Aww, I’m hurt you think there’s a catch, do you not trust me that much?”

Silence.

“Meanie... but yeah, you were right to suspect me. The catch is.... “ He drum-rolled on your palm, “You just have to kiss me for payment!” He slowed down a bit to send a cheeky smile your way. You almost tripped on your feet as you heard him, “What!? Bu-” 

Kokichi quickly interrupted you, “Uh-uh, don’t try to pretend you don’t wanna. I know you have nooooo problem kissing those little sketches of me when you think no one is looking~” His voice quieted down sinisterly as he spoke, the evil smile spreading across his face once more. Although he had been wearing an extremely thick mask of a smile to hide his true feelings, anyone would’ve noticed that small blush on his upper right cheek. Anyone.

“You saw that?” Kokichi cackled at your agitated and flustered face, “Nishishi! Don’t worry, I’m the only one that knows. After all, no one finds you interesting enough to actually notice that.” You furrowed your brow at the subtle hint he had given you, “But you did-” 

Kokichi put on a teasing smile this time, “That was a lie! I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, I just assumed you have and so you helped me confirm it! Nice job on fucking yourself over, S/o! Nishishi~!” You rolled your eyes, you liked this guy?

Well anyways, it didn’t seem to matter whether you questioned your feelings for the liar, as you finally made it to where Kokichi had been dragging you to. You watched as Kokichi skipped away from you and hopped on the bench, surrounded by moss and other wild plants. 

“Ta-da! When I first saw this place, I immediately thought of you! You know, because you’re a nerd who likes cliché art settings.” He grinned, posing on top of the bench, “How’s this? Nishishi! Don’t answer that, I know this is perfect.”

 ... He looked like an idiot. But a cute idiot.

Suppressing a laugh, you gestured downwards to guide him down from his strange pose, “U-uh, maybe you could just, sit down? Like a normal person, I mean.” He sneered at you, before reluctantly sitting down, “You’re so boring.” The way he sat on the bench reminded you of a child who had just gotten denied candy. 

Smiling in relief, you quickly took a seat on the bench opposite to him, bringing out your supplies excitedly. Despite the pout on Kokichi’s face, and the grudge he wanted to keep, the way you so excitedly took out your canvas made his heart melt as well as his attitude. 

In the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Kokichi’s genuine smile, albeit it was lopsided but it still made you flush. Without thinking, you spoke, tilting your head upwards to look at him better, “You should smile more, you’re really pretty like that.” He… his mind blanked for a second, his façade fading away slightly to reveal a genuine expression of shock.

He quickly gained his composure back, “Um, okay? I always smile, are you blind?” Despite his passive-aggressive reply, you couldn’t find any reason to be mad, although you should’ve been. You smiled fondly and shook your head, diving back into concentration towards your canvas.

--

After an hour of pointless conversation, flirting, and calculated strokes of your brush, you were satisfied with the result. “... Alright, I’m done.” Kokichi sighed exasperatedly as he stood up and stretched, “Finally! I was afraid my limbs were going to freeze forever in that position.” You stared at him accusingly, “You didn’t even stay still the entire time. At one point, you did a fucking cartwheel-” 

Kokichi slid on over you, leaning over your seated figure to peak at the painting of him. “Lemme see!” He reached for the painting with his pale hands, causing you to jerk the painting away from his reach. “It’s not dry yet! Just look, don’t touch.” You scolded, unamused by his pouty expression. “You’re no fun S/o-chan, but okay. I know how much you like to be in charge~” He teased, before finally laying his eyes on the painting he stayed still one whole hour for. 

You felt your anxiety rise at his silence, “... Well, d-do you like it?” Although you were pretty confident in your ultimate talent and skills, for some odd reason, you felt extremely nervous when you showed it to Kokichi. 

You were confused as to why your hands were shaking, you’ve shown your artwork to galleries, museums, the harshest art critics in the world! So why the hell did it matter so much to you if this one boy liked it or not?

“I think it looks super handsome! And by it, I mean me. Nishishi!” He grinned, “I look good in everything after all.” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe you actually expected a genuine compliment from Kokichi, of all people. 

“Hey so, it’s time for your payment you know?” Payment... what? You looked up at him in confusion, big fat crocodile tears sprung out from his eyes, “Waaaah! I can’t believe S/o forgot our deal!” You flushed again as you were suddenly reminded of the kiss. 

You sighed tiredly, “You were serious?” He glared at you, “I’m always serious!” You gave him an accusing look that screamed, ‘You know that’s bullshit.’ But sighed defeatedly for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As you stood up to walk up to him, you set your painting down nearby.

Squirming underneath his expectant gaze, you leaned in torturously slow until your noses were nearly touching, your eyes were glued to his lips nervously. You kind of just… stood there, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, as he usually does. “... You know, You’re kissing me, right? Not the other way around.” His voice was lower, quieter than usual, and you could feel his breath within each word.

He smirked at your awkward shuffle towards him, finding your averting eyes and flushed face extremely endearing. Though Kokichi would never admit it, deep down he was nervous too- But of course, he refused to ever admit that reality. Even to himself. 

“I-I know that! I was just… preparing.” He hummed a skeptical ‘Okay’, standing patiently for the kiss you owed him. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly pressed your lips on his, before immediately pulling away. Well, you tried pulling away. Kokichi gripped your collar, eagerly going in for more. His lips enveloped yours roughly, he could feel you trying to back away and so he just decided he had to go even harder. 

Once he pulled away, he saw your lips puffy and swollen, and face completely dazed. You wanted to ask him why he stopped but he interrupted you before you could, “You know, I never said you had to kiss my lips, pervert〜” Your eyes widened at his statement, “It seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” You didn’t say anything, only fuelling his fire. 

“Nishishi! You’re so obsessed with me, it’s adorable~” You took a defensive step back, “I-I am not!” He suddenly leaned his face dangerously close to yours, grinning sadistically as he heard your whimper. “You shouldn’t lie, you know? Especially not to me.” He leaned in next to your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. 

“Anyway!” You snapped out your daze as he barked suddenly, “The nude painting offer still stands, you know!” He yelled out, walking away from you, strangely.

[issa-me-addy]

Like The Atlantic (Reader x Bucky FLUFF)

prompt: I have that goddamn tiktok song stuck in my head ‘eyes blue like the atlantic and i'm going down like the titanic’ and while my initial thought was smut cos.... going down-- i decided i wanted to write some fluffy angsty bullshit cos i have so many more feelings for bucky barnes than smutty ones (also if you want a smutty pt 1 i could uh... i could do that heh)

A/N: I wrote this very late last night like 4am late and I’m too lazy to edit or look it over... i bet its fine lol but yeah i was in my feels and i just wanted to feel loved so enjoy <3 

also heres my masterlist

warnings: uh fluff, angst, indications of sex

word count: 1364

Eyes blue like the Atlantic and I’m going down like the Titanic. 

“I don’t know how to explain it, Nat. I sound like an absolute idiot, but how could I look into his stupid blue eyes and not fall in love?” 

She laughs, pausing to sip her blood red wine. “Babe, you’re not an idiot. But I’m glad you’re not in denial about being in love.” 

Your head rolls until it falls backwards. You can’t help but groan in response. “You are literally no help whatsoever. I cannot be in love with James Buchanan Barnes. We’ve been on like 3 dates.” 

“First of all, he’s like a hundred years old, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t interested in taking things slow. Second of all, you two already live together. The amount of proper dates is so genuinely irrelevant. And finally, I can almost guarantee he loves you back.” 

You shake your head, emptying the very last drops of wine into your mouth, straight from the bottle. “You have no proof of that.” 

And as if he had been standing there the whole time, Bucky’s voice filled the room, curious. “No proof of what?” He asked, as cheeky as ever, in a good mood from his evident training session, his grey t-shirt lined with sweat. 

Without any warning your cheeks immediately burn red as embers. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Wow, how secretive. Now I have to know.” He did a lap around the kitchen island, grabbing and opening a wine bottle and making a beeline for the back of the couch. From behind you he grabs your glass and fills it once more before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and passing the glass back. “C’mon, doll. We can’t be keeping secrets from each other, it ain’t healthy.” 

Nat takes this as her cue to leave. “I’ll leave you two alone. I have to go talk to Steve and Tony about training schedules for next week.” She was out of the room before you could blink.

Bucky let out a snicker. “For a spy, Natasha’s not all that smooth with her excuses. Now, you gonna tell me what all that was about?” He asks, brushing your hair to one side and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. 

“I don’t want to!” You protest, flustered and angry with Nat for leaving you with these overwhelming feelings fresh on your mind and the reason for them literally breathing down your neck. 

Bucky hopped gracefully over the couch, landing beside you without spilling a drop of wine on Tony’s off-white couch. “Why not? Does it have to do with me?” The tone of his voice changed the moment he realized that you could be talking behind his back. Despite literally trusting you with his life, Bucky wasn’t completely irrational for thinking that people, even people in the Tower could be talking about him. He was an interesting character with an insane story and he was well aware of that. 

Your eyes grew wide once you realized why he was suddenly so timid and you shook your head profusely. “It is about you but it's not what you’re thinking!” You explain, words spilling out so quickly you have to pause just to ensure you got them all out in the right order. “Baby, I would never tell anyone the things you tell me in confidence, not even Nat.” 

He hesitated and you could hear the strain in his words. “Okay. Then, what is it you were telling her that you can’t share with me? Especially if it was about me?” 

Your mind flew in a thousand different directions. Were you really going to tell this man that you started dating less than a month ago that you think you’re falling in love and fast?

You sighed not seeing a way out of this that would be fair to him other than being truthful. “I was talking about you-- More specifically, I was talking about my feelings for you.” 

His pause was so long that you could almost see the gears behind his eyes turn with curiosity. “Can I ask what those feelings are?” Bucky asked after a silence much too lengthy for either of your comforts. His eyes were a deeper blue in this moment, his irises darkening as his pupils grew and darted in several directions as he examined the look on your face. 

Those stupid blue eyes made your stomach fill to the brim with a feeling of safety and adrenaline mixed together. You were falling in love with Bucky so fast and so hard. The feeling was nothing short of chaos. Being in love with Bucky meant yearning to be his safe place, all the while feeling like absolutely nothing could harm you when you were laid next to him. Being in love with Bucky was never feeling afraid to talk about the things you feared, or the goals you have set for yourself, no matter how outrageous. Being in love with Bucky meant having the time of your life doing nothing but lying in the cold sand on Eastern shore after the sun had set and all the people had gone home, doing nothing but listening to the waves, looking up at the stars and feeling his thumb rub softly against your hand. Being in love with Bucky meant having someone and not ever having to think twice whether or not they’d stay. Being in love with Bucky was everything you saw when you closed your eyes and rested your head on your pillow at night. Being in love with Bucky was nothing short of ‘much more than I could ever deserve’. Being in love with Bucky was like the fear of being on the Titanic as it sunk, but the safe feeling of knowing this was exactly where you were meant to be. 

You sighed, and finished the entire glass he had just poured out for you and then placed it and the bottle on the coffee table. 

“Have I ever told you that you are absolutely terrifying, doll?” He chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face. A short moment had passed and you still couldn’t find the words. “You know you can tell me anything.” 

You nodded and opened your mouth hesitantly. “I’m just scared that it’ll scare you off.” 

He cocked his head to the side and laced your fingers with his. “That’ll be a bit difficult, darlin. I’m pretty much crazy over you.” 

“You cannot say things like that to me, James!” 

He laughed a bit, “Why not? It’s the truth. You’re the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me.” 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

Both of you sat motionless, your eyes simply boring into one another’s. 

Then with the hands you two were holding each other with he pulled you into him, pressing your lips together. His free hand pulled you closer, his fingers messily tangled with the hair at the nape of your neck. As you both pulled away from the kiss he held you close, your foreheads pressed together and his hand still resting on the back of your head. 

“It’s a good thing that I fell in love with you the moment you walked into this tower then, eh?” He asked, a playful tone slick in his voice although it had now deepened a whole octave. 

“Shut up.” You spat back at him, feeling as though he were partially making fun of you.

“Nothing can keep me from you, sweetheart. Nothing.” He reassured you, your foreheads still pressed together. 

You giggled, leaning forward to press another soft kiss against his lips. “I love you, Buck.” 

“I love you too.”

In one swift movement he lifted you from the couch and threw you over his shoulder, quickly making his way to his living quarters. On the way the two of you passed Nat. 

“I assume he took it well?” She asked, laughing. 

“I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS WOMAN.” Bucky sang down the corridor, not even giving you a moment to respond.

“You could say that!” You called out to Nat in the last second. 

Then Bucky’s foot kicked his bedroom door shut. 

[xoluvx]

confident - fratboy!t.h x reader

Warning: smut. zero edits so um yeah 

Word Count: 1.7K

Request: You did amazing w On Your Knees! I have another frat Tom if you want it. Tom always gets whatever he wants cuz he's confident and super hot. But y/n is confident too & is always dissing Tom in public and stuff. Tom hates it. One day, there in the gym & y/n is caught admiring his body. Tom sees the chance. He takes her away & gets his revenge - he just uses her mouth & spanks her & makes her tell him how good he is over & over. So she's dominant most of the time but he's totally dominant w/ sex.

a/n: So.. I’ve been a little MIA with the Tom requests and imagines. Truthfully, I’ve had a hard time writing (in general) and literally all my requests right now are Zendaya. I’m trying. I really am. So here is this awesome request written very messily. Of course, I went bananas and wrote 1.7K. So please enjoy. Keep submitting Tom/Peter requests pls.

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Confidence. Confidence is key. He was it. You were it. But too much confidence often led to too much pride. And right now, you were too prideful to admit that Tom. Tom, the fucking same Tom who you saw dancing with a new girl each party, was looking like a whole meal and you just wanted to devour him. Too proud to admit that you’d give anything to share just one night with him. Even if it was just one night. 

“You’re pretty confident for a guy who can barely hold down his liquor,” you scoffed crossing your arms, your eyebrow raised as you eyed the boy gripping to the red cup. You were sure his fingers were going to pierce through the plastic. And you lived for it. You loved to watch him squirm. You loved to get under his skin. Almost as much as you wanted to get under him. 

“You’re pretty confident for someone who’s going to cave,” Tom scoffed bringing the cup to his lips, watching you as he drank from the cup. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips as he lowered the cup from his face. You felt your breath hitch, his stare was intense and it made your body hot. You needed to get out of here, before you caved. 

“Hope you get some tonight.” You snickered tapping his chest before pushing past him, shoving his shoulder with yours as you made your way towards the door. He stood dumbfounded, watching your body disappear in the crowd. A small smirk spreading on his lips. Challenge accepted. 

The next week was torture. You couldn’t forgive yourself for actually think of him. Thinking of what he could do to you. The possibilities were endless. Your thoughts ran wild every time his face flashed in your brain and you couldn’t handle how flustered you got.  

So flustered you reserved to going to the gym. Yeah, you at the gym. That’s something you hadn’t seen since freshman year when your clingy roommate wanted you to go with her. But here you were, wanting to distract yourself from the images flashing in your brain. 

You were on the stairs, hands holding on to the handles moving as your legs stepped up and down. If you were going to the gym, might as well work on getting your ass in shape. Literally. 

You were swinging your arms, legs rhythmically moving on the stair stepper when you spotted a familiar figure in the reflection of the window. It was fuzzy, but you recognized that face anywhere. That fucking face that drove you crazy. The chiseled jaw, that crooked nose. 

You froze, gulping, feeling your hands clamp up on the handles. You felt your mouth go dry as you watched his reflection in the window. Fuck you. He was shirtless. You had to get out of there. Unnoticed. 

The task was harder than anticipated. Before you could turn off the machine, you felt a pair of eyes burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. But you did. You were so tempted, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your eyes linger to where he was lifting weights. 

His biceps were bulging and you saw the way his chest flexed each time his arms moved. He drove you crazy. No amount of pride could wield you from him. All the confidence in you wanted to march up to him wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him. Kiss him like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

You don’t know how long you were deep in your fantasies, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the heat of his body radiating on to yours. You blinked, swallowing. Your chest heaving, matching his.

His bare chest was coated in sweat and you couldn’t help but feel tingly. You really wished it weren’t true but you were throbbing. For him. And he knew it. His eyes were twinkling with lust, his lips in a smirk.

The next few moments were a blissful blur. Your body was pushed against the cold tile of the gym showers, his body pressed against yours. Lips attached to your neck, hands roaming your body. Traveling from your breasts to your thighs to your ass.

His touch was intoxicating. Blinding. Your head leaned against the wall getting lost in the feeling of his hands roaming under your sports bra. The tight fabric was making your chest feel heavier and you wanted it off.

As if reading your mind, Tom pulled the fabric over your head tossing it on the ground. His eyes took in the way in which your chest moved, taking in as much air as you could.

“Like what you see?” You smirked watching him lick his lips, his hands eager to get back on you. You bit your own lip in anticipation. His lips reattached to yours, his hands roaming up your body until they reach the soft skin under your breasts. His thumbs brushed against the skin before engulfing your breasts in his palms. You flinched at the contact. His hands were slightly cold and you felt your nipples instantly harden. A soft moan escaping your lips.

You felt Tom smirk against your lips as his hands reached down to your ass giving you a firm squeeze. Eliciting yet another moan. Intrigued by your response, you felt Tom’s hand lift from one of your ass cheeks before coming down on it firmly. The sheer material of your leggings was thin enough to allow you to feel the action. Enough to make you moan, again. You wanted more. You wanted to cut the shit and get to the main event.

You fingers fumbled with the strings of his sweats wanting to loosen the material so you could discard of the thing that was keeping you from what you really wanted. Tom held your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You don’t?” You asked tugging at the sweats, eyes searching his face.

“Eager little thing,” he mumbled brushing his lips on your jaw letting one of his hands wrap around your neck gently.

Your breath hitched, hand still attached to the waistband of his sweats.

“Fuck you,” you muttered melting into his touch. You didn’t know it was possible to feel so much pleasure from the sheer touch of his lips and his hand wrapped around your neck.

“How about I fuck that pretty mouth first?” He mumbled against your lips, letting go of your wrist so you could remove the sweats and boxers. You did so happily, even though you were currently reminding yourself how to breath. His words did things to you. Things you didn’t understand, but you wanted to so fucking bad. 

You felt his hands cling to the back of your neck, pushing you down to your knees. You caved, bringing yourself down. The floor was cold and though you were wearing leggings, you still felt the shivers when your knees hit the cold floor. You weren’t sure if it was because of the cold surface or because you were nervous about what was going to happen next. 

He was big. Bigger than you’d anticipated and he was so close to your face you could taste him. And goddamn you wanted to taste him. 

“Open” he commanded cupping your jaw. He wasn’t taking his time anymore. And you were glad he wasn’t. You eagerly opened your mouth waiting for his cock. Your tongue hung out in anticipation, eyes fixed on his waiting for his next move. 

Tom’s tongue was peeking through his teeth watching the way you squirmed under him wanting to feel his cock. Your tongue impatiently waiting for him. He slapped his cock on your tongue, giving you a little taste. Your eyes shut closed as you felt his cock on your tongue knowing what was about to happen. 

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” Tom purred holding your cheek, urging you to open your eyes, his cock still pushed against your tongue. Your chest was beating fast, you were sure he could feel it. He didn’t let you gather your thoughts or steady your breathing when you felt his cock pushing into your mouth, filling you up. 

You gagged as you felt him hit the back of your throat, not used to the feeling. But you weren’t going to let him know that. So you tried your hardest to take him in, trying to adjust yourself to his size. You were doing a pretty good job until he started moving. 

The new feeling was sending you over the edge. His cock steadily hitting the back of your throat. You felt the sting in the corner of your eyes with each thrust, with each push. The tears were forming and you weren’t sure how much more you could take of this. 

“You feel so good,” you heard him purr pushing his hips into your face. You muffled a response, but you were both too lost in the moment. Hips thrusting, hand gripping your head, eyes shut. You were putty in his hands, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as you felt the tears building in the corner of your eyes. 

“I’m close-” he groaned his thrusts growing sloppier. With little warning you felt the warm substance hit the back of your throat and you tried really hard not to die in that moment. Remembering to breath through your nose. 

Tom pulled away with a grunt, his fingers digging into your hair. Thumb brushing away the tears that’d developed in your eyes. He smiled. Not just any smile. It was the type of smile that made your insides churn. Made your heart feel heavy. Made you forget you were currently on your knees.

You watched the way his lips curled, thumb stroking your cheek. You couldn’t help but let out a snarky remark. “You’re awfully confident” you whispered attempting to get up from your knees. The circulation was definitely cut off and you felt like jello, completely defeating the purpose of your sassy remark. 

Tom chuckled, helping you to your feet. His hand still tangled in your hair. You felt his face close to yours, his lips so close you could feel. 

“Confident enough to take you out tonight,” he whispered letting his lips meet yours in a softer kiss than the ones share previously. Your hands rested on his arms as one of his hands cupped your face, the other still tangled in your hair. 

You were confident, this wasn’t going to end well. Confident that you were not going to walk out of this in one piece. But, frankly, you didn’t care. 

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x12 “Prophet and Loss”

me: (◕︿◕✿)

i’m too soft™ for this

03:26pm

i am NOT READY in any way, shape or form

but i have a standard-quality video file and a 720p one is downloading slowly

i saw the promo video thing, dean’s phone battery died and i swear my heart died with it

i’m with cas on the “no suicide please” train

on the one hand, this is a deadly duo episode and i don’t trust them. BUT, they have been less awful recently. so. i’m like. expecting some gay. but that gay is ultimately gonna feel like queerbaiting, right?? LET’S HOPE NOT

fingers crossed for real gay, just in case i jinx it by doubting it

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03:29

HERE GOES

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03:31

the box underwater

THIS BETTER BE A DREAM

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03:32

THE TERROR ON DEAN’S FACE IS MAKING MY HEART POUND I DON’T LIKE THIS ONE LITTLE BIT

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03:33

the blood on the walls from his fingers

jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez

;~;

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03:34

so far enjoying the directing here

dean’s got a red light saying nope, not changing his mind

sam’s behind him every step of the way

now sam’s trying to build a bridge between them (art on the wall)

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03:38

just............ sitting here............. recoiling constantly from the screen while this dude does whatever he’s doing to his girl

deeply uncomfortable

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03:41

so dean hasn’t even told cas and jack

oh man

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03:42

OH MAN SAM ALREADY TOLD CAS

OH MAN

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03:42

the fact dean shoulders open the bathroom door without touching it and dries his hands on his jeans is a) so beautiful, and b) so relatable

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03:45

the guy with the knife again

i winced away from the screen so hard i pulled a muscle in my neck

goddamn i forget how wearing earbud headphones means i can’t just close my ears or move away from the distressing noise

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03:39

sam: “if we could not have conversations that sound like deathbed apologies, i would really appreciate..”

i fricking cannot with my emotions right now

also john winchester is an asshole

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03:56

THE SMILE

;A;

“it’s so good to hear from you!!!!”

;A; ;A; ;A;

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03:58

dean: “so thank you, and, um........................ it’s good to hear your voice”

;~;

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04:01

why do people say “you don’t have to do this” when tied up and in danger

i find that a strange thing to say? idk

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04:50

more red lights

a lot of red lights in this

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04:07

another one

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04:14pm

switching to 720p because the download’s finally done

also do women actually wear those kinds of frilly night gowns??? or is that just what people imagine “lady life partner who died violently in the night to further the manpain” to wear

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04:17

sarah: “you wanted him... you still do.... you didn’t come here to find peace, you came here to the place where you became one with him”

sounds gay and evil

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04:19

sarah: “you can’t.... because you are him”

i mean that makes sense, if an angel is in a host for a long time and does the same acts over and over and feels certain emotions, the host’s brain pathways would form that way, to continue doing and feeling those things

but also i guess nick said yes in the first place, and continued to allow lucifer to use him, because he was that way inclined to begin with

......you know, by the same logic, jimmy probably had feelings for dean tbh

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04:22

i kept expecting sarah to explode in a justified ghostly rage and set the walls on fire

but here we are..........

not with a bang but with a whimper

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04:23

kjasdufshfsdhfhFDSKJGJDSJGSJDKGJKDJGJDJGJKGJKGDFJKKJG

this screenshot of cas is a screenshot of me reacting to this screenshot

(also the noise dean’s brain is making)

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04:25

“doctor”

this screenshot doesn’t show the subtlety of all his movements  BUT HE’S FUCKING trying not to look THRILLED LOOK AT THAT ALMOST-SMILE OMG.

just a hair’s breadth from flustering and looking down the way he did with dr. sexy maybe??? tbh he also looks sad, he would be a lot happier if he weren’t about to lock himself in a box for eternity

the lil gulp as well ?

definitely lowkey flustered, i’m calling it

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04:29

yup, cut to sam and the real doctor WHILE DEAN AND CAS HAVE A SILENT CONVERSATION OFF SCREEN yes/yes?

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04:32

“oh, no. no, please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. just stop.”

he SO MAD

i love cas more than words can say

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04:34

cas: “so then.......... this is goodbye?

THE LOOK IN THEIR EYES

MY HEART IS BREAKING OH NO

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04:35

And then SAM INTERRUPTS

ARE YOU KIDIDNG ME

ARE YOU FSDUFVJSDGVJ ING KIDDING ME

well at least that means there’s still something to be said between them, still eternally unsaid

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04:37

cas: “dean, if there’s a spark, a hope, then i have to try”

aaaaaaand there’s the parallel again, if cas can save donatello then he can save dean

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04:38

YELLOW LIGHT GREEN ROOM

WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE

and of course cas was the one who, by appearing, changed everything

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04:43

this is so stinking cute i love seeing them together doing ANYTHING AT ALL i love them both so much

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04:44

also they talk v close and it feels v intimate

i can feel their body heat from here

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THEY GOT CLOSER

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04:45

I HAVE MISSED SEEING THEM TOGETHER AND NOT ANGRY OR ACTIVELY DYING

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CAS’ LIL SMILE

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04:47

dean: “cas’ll catch you up”

BUT IS DEAN GONNA LEAVE FOREVER AND LEAVE CAS OH NO

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04:50

sam: “donatello never quit fighting, so we could help him, because he never gave up”

OH MAN THAT GOT ME RIGHT IN THE DEPRESSION FEELS

I LOVE THAT THEY GAVE JARED THOSE LINES

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04:51

sam: “i believe in us” *punch*

okay but i laughed and i probably shouldn’t laugh

but i did laugh

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04:52

dean: “okay sam. let’s go home”

ok time to cry

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04:52

dean: “but i do believe in us”

(cas walks up)

“i believe in all of us”

P E R F  E C T

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04:54

the end screen is white from the impala lights and i’m crying this was beautiful and perfect and HOW THE FUCK DID THE DEADLY DUO PULL THIS OFF

thAT PARALLEL BETWEEN DONATELLO AND DEAN THOUGH

THAT WAS LIKE...... ACTUAL WRITING

this was great??????/ and i’m emotional??????/ more emotional that i have been for ...um, pretty much every episode for like... 2 or 3 seasons, maybe

this was a 10/10 easily

jeeeez the suicide thing and sam talking dean out of it

look

y’all know how much i love dean and cas, and seeing them in the same place at the same time

but sam’s moment at the end was the best part of this whole thing

.........but. also.

i feel like dean and cas had a scene cut. as always. there was something missing there that i feel we were promised and didn’t get. please god let us get an actual conversation between them??? about their feelings for each other????????? it kind of sickens me that we haven’t had that yet. and it’s clearly almost happening, again and again and again and it’s definitely a romance trope, interrupted before they confess their feelings

a high point: dean and sam saved the asian kid from being killed by fire, that was both good and cool and i was very relieved

i’m a bit frustrated that nick is still ... happening

but at the same time, i find nick like 350% more interesting and enjoyable to watch than lucifer

there was a lot going on in this episode, as there always is in the buckleming episodes, but i watched in stops and starts because of cats and food and the wind slamming my door and my sister texting me, so if there were pacing issues i didn’t notice. it seemed pretty smooth to me idk

but i did really enjoy this, besides the gruesome murders and latino murdery guy (who was the best friend of the older twin brother (dean parallel), technically making the murdery guy a cas parallel?) killing people in horrible ways and then killing himself :/

also dean saying the guy was a psycho and then punching him out felt a liiittle bit like “people with mental health issues are evil and dangerous” and that felt uncomfortable EVEN THOUGH the guy WAS a bad murdery sort, and the whole episode was clearly also about helping people with depression or suicidal designs for themselves.

(now i type all this out, i’m realising the underlying messages of this episode were kind of messy. just a bit.)

edit: OR maybe that was dean’s self-hatred talking

(how and why did the next prophet in line have an enochian tattoo, if the pick is random? was it just coincidence? or did he get that tattoo after donatello started whispering to him?)

sarah...... she was clearly angry, and ghosts that’ve been around a long time tend to get verrrry angry, as i recall? she could’ve done some angry ghost stuff, that would’ve been more satisfying maybe (but on the other hand, the quietness of nick’s exit was also impactful)

i enjoyed the transition of red lights and backdrops throughout the episode to yellow and white, and then the green in the room at the end

anyway. yes. really did expect more on the dean-and-cas front, but i also expected to be let down, so i don’t really know where i stand on that. i just want more of them interacting in general ;~;

next week: MORE EMOTIONS!!!! YAY

[paradoxikalli]

The Sweetness of Spring

[SUMMARY: With a final project for one of her art classes approaching, Velvet Scarlatina was in need of someone to use as a model. Coco Adel needed professional-quality photos to finish her final project for a fashion design class, and Velvet was a talented photography student. Two strangers helping each other with schoolwork as an exchange of practicality. Nothing more.

At least...that’s what Velvet thought.]

[NOTE: Well...I knew I wouldn't get anything done in time for the various days of Crosshares Week, so I aimed for an amalgamation of all the prompts. If it seems rushed, well...I still have writer’s block, so this was hard to do. Sorry for being a few minutes late! Please enjoy it despite any shortcomings compared to my usual works.]

In April, it was always easy for Velvet to forget her troubles. The sun was bright, the gentle breeze kept the heat from getting out of hand, the air was filled with birdsong and the fragrant aromas of spring blossoms...even on the rainy days, everything seemed peaceful and happy. Of all the months, April was by far the least stressful for her. The final project deadlines for her classes were looming ever nearer in her calendar, but she wasn't concerned in the least.

"Velvet, have you thought about who you're going to draw for the final in Peach's class?" Blake's voice pulled her attention from the nest of baby birds outside the dorm window. Her roommate had her arms crossed and her expression was stern.

"I'll figure it out," Velvet promised.

"It can't be another art student. You don't have any friends who aren't art students, you're too shy to ask strangers, and you get uncomfortable when someone volunteers a friend," Blake argued logically. "The digital editing will take at least two weeks. Putting this off is not an option."

"I know..." Velvet admitted. "Who are you and the others doing for yours?"

"Well it wouldn't go over well if I tried to draw anyone but Yang, and Weiss was guilt-tripped into drawing Ruby. Ren's going to draw Pyrrha because she's patient enough to sit still as long as he needs her to."

"What about Ilia?"

"Oh, she met a creative writing major named Gwen Darcy at the coffee shop's poetry night last Friday, and they hit it off pretty well. I think they're meeting up tonight to start," Blake replied. "I have to head to lunch, but this conversation isn't over."

"I know," Velvet sighed, watching Blake pick up a small bag and walk out of the dorm. Velvet flopped down on her back atop her bed with a groan, resting the back of one hand over her forehead as she shut her eyes.

She's right...if I get too relaxed, I won't be able to finish that project in time. But how am I going to do this?

Her eyes flew open and she sat up with a start when she heard a firm knock on the door. Worried that Blake had forgotten her key, she answered the door and was immediately stunned speechless at the sight of a woman who looked like some kind of celebrity standing in the hall. There was a long stretch of silence.

"Ah, can I...help you?" Velvet managed to ask.

"Oh, right. You're Velvet Scarlatina, aren't you? You're a student in the photography program here," the woman asked.

"Y-yes, that's right," she stammered. "Wh...who...?"

"Sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Coco Adel, a fashion design student."

"S-so why....are you, um...?" Velvet shifted nervously, still wary about a stranger turning up at her dorm and knowing exactly who she was.

"The thing is, for a final project, I have to not only turn something in, but turn in professional-quality photos. Instead of blowing a lot of cash on some idiot studio that won't listen to me, I thought I'd try to get you to do it," Coco explained.

"Why me, though?" Velvet scowled slightly.

"Well...I'm...kind of a fan of your work," Coco admitted, a light blush gracing her features. "I always love seeing your photos on display around campus. So if you'll help me out here, I'll owe you."

"Owe me...what, exactly?" Velvet raised an eyebrow.

"A favor. Can be anything you want, really. If you just want money, I'll write you a check."

"Actually, there is...um...you're not an art student, right?" Velvet asked, blushing.

"Nope."

"Then...would you mind if I...draw you? It's for a final project, and I don't really know anyone who's not an art student well enough to ask without them prompting me like you did, and I'm not allowed to draw an art student, and—"

"Sure," Coco agreed with a smile, cutting off Velvet's nervous ramble.

“R…really? You don’t mind?” Velvet’s eyes widened.

“Why would I?” Coco frowned. Velvet looked away.

“I just…didn’t think anyone would agree so quickly. Thank you.”

“Sure, no problem. Here, text me whenever you want to get started on the photography thing for me, and the art thing for you.” Coco held out a slip of paper with her name, cell phone number, and a heart. Velvet’s face burned.

“Ah…th-thank you…” she stammered, embarrassed. In an attempt to make herself a little less flustered, she covered the heart with her thumb when she took the paper. Coco turned to walk away and Velvet started to close the door, then stopped. “Hey, Coco?” she called.

“Hm?” Coco looked over her shoulder.

“How…did you know what dorm I’m in?” Velvet asked.

“I’ve seen a girl in one of my classes walking around with you sometimes, so I asked her,” Coco replied.

Oh, right. Ilia’s going for a minor in fashion design.

“Okay, well…I’ll text you later,” Velvet promised.

“Looking forward to it.” Coco shot her a wink, then left. Velvet shut the door and leaned back against it, then slowly slid to the floor and buried her bright red face in her hands.

Jeez, what was up with that? I mean…was she…flirting with me? No, no. There’s no way. Not someone that beautiful. She probably just has that kind of personality. But it’s still so embarrassing! How am I going to get through it when we work together? Maybe I should have said no…ah, but if Blake found out I’d passed up having a model for that final project, she’d kill me. Should I ask Ilia if she knows anything about Coco, like if she does that flirty thing with everybody? Wait, why am I so hung up on this?

Well, it’s not like Coco could be a bad person. Ilia doesn’t always make good life choices for herself, but she’s not the type who would put her friends in a bad situation. I’ll just text Coco tomorrow and get this whole thing over with. Then I can forget all about it.

After all…it’s not like Coco will stick around once we’re done with our projects.

Two days later—a Saturday—Velvet was sitting in a small gazebo in the city park. Despite the beautiful weather, no one was in this particular area, which made it a near-perfect place to start (and probably finish) what she’d arranged with Coco. Unfortunately, it was ten minutes past their agreed meeting time, and the other woman was nowhere to be found.

Where is she? Velvet checked her phone yet again to see if she’d gotten a message about why Coco was so late. Was it all just some kind of joke…?

As if on cue, Velvet’s phone started to ring. She jumped violently and nearly dropped it, barely catching it and fumbling to answer.

“Hello?”

“Velvet? It’s Coco. Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in a whiny friend’s stupid problems. You’d think someone in college would be able to handle sending a request to use a recording studio for a project in one of his music classes, but naturally, he can’t! I spent half a goddamn hour undoing his mess of paperwork for the application form and helping him redo it! I’ll be there soon, okay? So don’t leave or anything!”

“It’s fine,” Velvet sighed. “I’m still here. I’ll just start working on staging so things will be ready when you show up.”

“Really? Thanks. Sorry about this; I’ll make it up to you! For example, umm…maybe you want to go the art museum tomorrow or something?”

“Huh? We should get everything we’ll have to do together done today though…” Velvet frowned.

“Not for school. Just, y’know…to hang out?” Coco clarified, though the last three words sounded hasty, like she’d used them to replace her original thought. Velvet was stunned into silence. “Is that weird or something?”

“No! No, it’s…it’s just…I’m a little surprised. Sure, the art museum sounds fun. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Alright. Thanks for understanding!” Coco hung up and Velvet slowly put her phone in her pocket, then leaned her head back against the wooden wall with a clunk.

Why? Why does she want to spend time with me after we don’t need each other for our schoolwork? It’s…confusing. And why did ‘to hang out’ sound like it wasn’t what she really wanted to say?

I need to stop thinking about that. Staging. Have to start on staging.

With a sigh, Velvet stood and forced the questions from her mind. The gazebo would honestly provide good lighting, so all she had to do was make sure it looked as professional as possible. Minimalism would be best, so most of what she did was toss out debris such as twigs and dead leaves. Plenty of blossoms had drifted in as well, so she removed the shriveled ones and left those that still held their beauty.

It wasn’t long before Coco arrived, carrying a leather satchel as well as a purse. Velvet couldn’t fight a smile at how embarrassed she looked at arriving late.

“Okay…” She set down her bag and purse. “Do you want to do yours first, or would you rather me do mine?”

“Ah…it won’t take me long to take the photographs you want, so we should do that first,” Velvet suggested hesitantly.

“Mmhm, sounds fine.” Coco unzipped the bag she’d brought and took out a sleek leather vest with pockets like a jacket and four gold buttons to fasten it neatly in the front. A black beret as well, then a black silk scarf with intricate gold roses stitched into it.

“You…made those yourself?” Velvet asked, admittedly awed.

“Yeah. Designed them too,” Coco confirmed. Velvet dug in her camera bag and stepped back a couple paces.

“So…how do you want these? Like a magazine, right? Maybe…a few shots with the scenery and some close-ups?” she offered.

“Honestly? That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Coco admitted with a slight smile. “Ah, if you don’t mind, I already know how I want to pose.”

“You’d be better at that anyhow. I don’t read fashion magazines a whole lot,” Velvet replied.

“Thanks for not pretending then,” Coco said, chuckling. “And after you draw me, I…have something to confess. But don’t worry about it now. Let’s just do what we need to.”

“R-right…” Velvet shifted nervously.

What the heck? What could she have to tell me? I barely know her, but she’s so complicated and confusing…it’s pretty frustrating. Well, it’s probably no big deal…

“Velvet? Uh, are you…okay?” Coco’s voice hardly registered.

“The truth is…”

“Velvet, I’m sorry. I just…I had to tell you.”

“I came to you for a selfish reason.”

Velvet was frozen, her whole body shaking

“I…I’ve met you before.”

How? How could this be?

“We were kids. About to leave middle school. You probably don’t even remember, but…I was that stupid girl who got sent to the school infirmary for fighting those guys who kept picking on you.”

It was impossible. Right?

“Pft. We’d barely even talked. It’s ancient history to you by now. But I, uh…I did that because…”

Was it a dream?

“I had the biggest damn crush on you back then. Heh. I moved away for high school and got over it…at least, I thought I did…”

It had to be a dream.

“Then I saw you on campus. I knew it was you. And it turns out—”

Stop.

“—I’ve been in love with you all this time.”

“Velvet, please…just…say something to me. Don’t just stare like that,” Coco pleaded. “I didn’t think it was fair to hide it anymore. Come on, tell me what you’re thinking! I can take it, no matter what it is.”

“I…I just…” Velvet struggled to get the words out. “I didn’t…I didn’t know it was you…”

“Huh?” Coco frowned.

“I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry…” Velvet stared at her feet, clenching her fists. “Back then, when you did that, I…I was too shy to talk to you. I felt the same way though. I could tell you liked me, but…b-but I couldn’t say it to you. I couldn’t tell you I liked you too. And now, years later, you’re standing here and saying these things I wanted to hear. I don’t love you, but I…do like you. No one ever stuck up for me like that before. No one…”

“Velvet?” Coco took a step closer. Velvet saw her own tears staining the wood floor and squeezed her eyes shut.

“If you’re asking me out, I…I’m no good at relationships. I’ve never even had one. You might not be happy with me. It’s too risky,” Velvet choked out. “I’m better off without someone.”

“Risky?” Coco scoffed. Velvet looked up, shocked at that reaction. “Hey, I’m terrified here. But I’ll date you anyhow. Got it? You can’t squirm out of this. At least give it a shot.” She reached out and took Velvet’s hands. “Hey, it’s a perfect fit,” she added softly, interlocking their fingers. “It’s okay to take risks sometimes. It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“O…okay,” Velvet agreed with a shaky smile. “S-so…the art museum…three o’clock.?”

“It’s a date,” Coco promised.

“You’ll show up on time?”

“I’ll show up early.”

“And if I’m late?”

“I’ll stay as long as I have to. I’m good at waiting.”

Velvet sighed and stepped forward to press against Coco, pulling her into a hug. Coco held her closer and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, letting Velvet cry into her shoulder.

April…really is my favorite month, Velvet thought, clenching her fists around the back of Coco’s vest. A cool breeze brought in the fresh scent of flowers, and she felt her nerves ease. Nothing could be better than this.

[moodring89]

Dragons & Bambi

 The above is inspiration :)

Pairing: Yoonji x Reader (F X F) Rated: M / NC-17 Genre: Gender bend!AU Warnings:  Light degrading, Possessive love, Jealousy, Anal play, Dildos, Face riding, Spankings     Summary: You were going to war against Yoonji. If she hadn’t cut and dyed her hair, she’d made for a stunning Mulan. Ah, yes. You could see it now. Yoonji – sneaking off into the middle of the night to fight on her father’s behalf, being sassed all damn day by an ancestral guardian, and getting trained rather poorly, by you, no less. No – damn it. You had to quit doing that. This is the sequel to Snow White & Bambi. I recommend reading it first, although it isn’t absolutely necessary.

Notes: 1. This will be the last of the Yoonji x Reader series. I loved writing it, but I’d put other ideas on hold to make this sequel, and I’d like to return to them. 2. There is a section in this story about polymorphic relationships. Yoonji is not down for it and neither is the reader, however that doesn’t reflect how I feel on the matter. Love is love and that’s it. I’ve written a polyamorous story with Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok on my ao3. It’s called SOAK. I’ll probably write more in the future. Sometimes readers will take what is written to base an opinion on the writer, but that’s not how things work. 3. Bad Dragon is real. It’s super real. I love the site. Those of you who are of age, definitely take a look. That being said, the Seadragon is real, too. 4. I edited this so fast, it probably sucks, but a promise is a promise :)   ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Dragons & Bambi It had all started with War, which wasn’t real original, but most of the best laid plans weren’t…all that fucking original. How the hell were you expected to play a four way game of War? Yoonji had two decks of playing cards, apparently. Your beautiful, stormy princess liked to gamble. You could tell by the way she effortlessly listed off card games you’d never heard of. Taehyeon herself only knew how to play Uno and you were only vaguely familiar with Black Jack. Jimin couldn’t bear to be typical, claiming that she was merely out of practice, but that she wouldn’t mind relearning Poker. Right. That was the moment when it was decided that you were going to war against Yoonji. If she hadn’t cut and dyed her hair, she would have made for a stunning Mulan. Ah, yes. You could see it now. Yoonji – sneaking off into the middle of the night to fight on her father’s behalf, being sassed all damn day by an ancestral guardian, and being trained rather poorly, by you, no less. No – damn it. You had to quit doing that. Today was supposed to be spent appreciating Yoonji’s cozy studio apartment and her new sleek, black Fazioli. She’d been saving up for the piano for so long, which was why she hardly ate at lunch, and lived off of Costco sized boxes of ramen. She’d played earlier for you and your friends, all parties had been entranced by the way her delicate fingers bent into each key, each stroke graceful and precise. You had to wonder if basketball was just a hobby and this was her real passion. A discussion for another time. Things had changed since thirty minutes ago, what with how your two friends and girlfriend were now sitting on her fluffy mint carpet, emptying their purses out in some sad attempt at upping the stakes. It was Yoonji’s suggestion, of course, since she was a goddamned criminal! You would make it a point to question her about her shady past. Perhaps on a day where you’d be down with losing your girlfriend, turning her in for bounty. You honestly hadn’t been expecting this outcome and you didn’t have any cash on you. You didn’t believe in the stuff anymore, using your credit card for literally everything. Yoonji stared at you, expectantly, “Well?” You zipped up your bag, defeated, “I’ve got nothing, unless we can throw in some tampons?” “Oh, Tampax or Playtex?” Taehyeon asked, seeming genuinely curious. “She wears Always pads, because she’s too afraid to use anything else,” Yoonji mused, thoroughly enjoying the flustered look that washed over you then, like the doom had settled in deep enough to take up residence. She shook her head at your friend, “The tampons are mine and aren’t to be used as currency.” Holly, Yoonji’s toy poodle, padded its way on over into your lap. Pouting as she spoke, your girlfriend shared an idea, “Why not just offer yourself up? Winner gets to do whatever they’d like with you.” Now that – that was interesting. Any kind of scenario where you would get to piss her off was advantageous for you, since Yoonji’s retaliation was often at times an experience. “Anything they’d like with me?” you reiterated, slowly. Yoonji stared between Jimin and Taehyeon. You could tell that she wasn’t in the least bit threatened by them, “I trust your friends, unless you don’t?” Taehyeon peered over at you pitifully, a small tremble to her bottom lip that made your heart sink with a heavy, tangible guilt you had no right to be feeling. Wow, your girlfriend sucked. “Of course I trust them,” you said, immediately. You then scooted towards Taehyeon, gingerly cradling her to your chest in an attempt to comfort her. Goodness, she was adorable. You hushed her softly, “I trust you, Tae-Tae.” Jimin was all too aware of the game that you were currently playing. Not the card game that was about to commence, but the, ‘let’s make Yoonji have regrets’ mind game. She scooped up her cards once Yoonji had expertly shuffled and dealt them out evenly, which – why was that so sexy to you? Jimin decided to go ahead and try her hand at acting, “Jeongguk’s still dying for that threesome, preferably with another girl. You wouldn’t mind helping me out with that should I win, would you?” “Looks like I don’t have much of a choice,” you said, trying your best not to cackle when Yoonji’s body grew stiff from out of your peripheral. She grew quiet then. Taehyeon covered her shocked gasp behind her deck, wide-eyed, “Unnie! I was just gonna have her reorganize my closet or alphabetize my games, or maybe walk Tanie a few times. So, like, okay, I was gonna make her do all of the above, but sexual favors? How could you?” Goddamn it, Taehyeon. Stop being so fucking cute. “Well, after the humiliation he faced during the whole cafeteria debacle a few weeks back, I’m sure that he’d be thrilled to finally get to have at least one of you…” Jimin sighed for the dramatics, looking less like soft mochi and a hell of a lot more like devil’s food cake. She stared hard at Yoonji, using the thugged-out version of her Busan dialect for the occasion, “…Jeongguk would love to play with your precious baby Bambi.” Oh, ho, ho, ho, Merry fucking Christmas. Jimin just delivered. “I’d just like to be invited,” Taehyeon joked, oblivious to the tension that was slowly consuming the air in the room, suffocating those of you who were clued in on the situation. The metaphorical storm clouds were just starting to roll in, casting a shadow that loomed overhead. “Play your cards,” Yoonji said, the tone in which she spoke with uncharacteristically light, as she maintained an eerily calm demeanor. If you were being honest, it was kind of terrifying, but in a way that also made you want to straddle her hips and start kissing her pale neck – wait, no. The game started with the four of you flipping your cards down in unison. It was law of the universe, which you both loved and hated. For some reason, things always seemed to go this way. You’d anticipated a couple of different outcomes, even though War was a game of chance. It required no skill to be played, zero finesse whatsoever. You thought Jimin would have her victory or that you’d end up a few dollars richer. Maybe you’d even become Tae’s personal dog walker, but no – it never, ever truly went the way you’d like it to, and the odds were never, ever in your favor. Because Yoonji had won and if you knew your girlfriend, she wouldn’t hold you to anything, especially since she already had you, right? And she often used you however the hell she pleased, so no real excitement there. Being extra petty about it, she refused any challenges for a rematch, using the excuse of it being late, and that she was tired, even though she usually doesn’t fall asleep until four in the morning, and it was only ten in the evening. The girls left shortly after that, being chased off by Holly, until they were out the door. You stood at the center of the room, rather awkwardly, while Yoonji quietly picked her Naruto printed cards up from the floor. You’d thought things would calm down some, but the tension had only amplified the moment you two were alone. After what had felt like an eternity of unbearable silence, you’d gathered up enough courage to ask her, “Am I staying the night or am I going home, Yoonji?” To keep yourself busy, you started nervously pulling at the Lord of the Rings sheets, making them neater. It was the extra set from your place that you’d given to her upon learning that she’d only had the Lord Nermal ones. No one should have to live under those conditions. An odd sensation hit your chest when she didn’t answer you at first. It felt like a hand had reached its way in and squeezed tight around your heart, Temple of Doom style. “Staying,” she’d said, finally. It killed you that Yoonji even had to think it over. How long had it taken her to decide that she wanted you there? You already knew what you did wrong, but that hadn’t stopped you from inquiring, “What did I do? Was it the Jeongguk thing? I know you don’t really know Jimin very well yet, but she’d never make me do something like that. It was only meant as a joke.” She looked at you, seriously, “Well, I didn’t find it funny, especially when Jeongguk had actually propositioned us.” So, that was it, then. You’d managed to really upset her, which hadn’t been your full intentions. Now you felt awful. “I don’t want him that way and it’s not something that I would ever let happen, because I…” She narrowed her eyes at you, waiting for the rest of that sentence. The word ‘love’ hadn’t come up yet, but it was true. You loved Yoonji. “I thought it was pretty obvious, considering that I’m with you.” “Yeah, that’s another thing,” she said, getting up from her spot on the floor. The way she started to pace gave away to how strongly she felt about it, how important it was to her. You steeled yourself for whatever the hell it was, as she continued, “I don’t understand how your friends can just give each other away so freely. Could you lend me out? Could you watch me fuck someone else? Could you do it? Would you risk me falling for someone else?” You took a moment digesting her words, “I’m not into polyamorous relationships or spontaneous three ways. So, no…I wouldn’t risk it, and I don’t really want to share you. I don’t want to care for anyone else this way…” She’d just opened herself up to you, so it was only right that you should return the favor. “Sometimes, I feel so much for you that it scares me? I’m really not used to it. ‘Kay, like Tinkerbelle, I think my heart is too small to love more than just one.” Oh, shit. Wait. “I meant, like, liking more than just one…” You covered your face, because one, it was fucking embarrassing, and two you were so close to saying that you loved her. You loved her too much to add another person and you were a selfish being with your own jealousy issues. Yoonji had always made you feel so secure in your relationship that you never had to show it, but it was there. Holly was one or two licks away from being homeless, piano skills or not. Yoonji’s hands were cold when she placed them atop of yours, gently prying them away from your face, so that she could look at you. There was a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, smug, “I love you, too, Bambi.” That was one way to break you completely. The words could now safely be shared between you both and she hadn’t even teased you about your ridiculous metaphor. Ah, Yoonji. You leaned into her and hid your face into the base of her neck. You could cry from the happiness, but you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d save it for tomorrow during your shower. Instead, you enjoyed the way she held you against her, slowly rocking you from one foot to the other. “I didn’t think you’d get this upset,” you sighed, somewhat shakily given all the emotions coursing through you at the moment. You smoothed your hands along her back, clinging like a koala. She smelled so fucking good, like fabric softener and that fancy brand perfume she always wore. “Really, I didn’t mean for it to go that far, but this talk had to happen.” You felt a chill run down your spine when she’d paused, chuckling dryly, “Were you trying to upset me, baby?” Too much time had passed to the point where the answer had become obvious. What was the use of denying it now? “Yes, but I regretted it the moment I realized that you were angry.” “Awe, but you got your way…” Yoonji said, slipping her fingers through your hair in soothing strokes, comforting and baiting you all at once, “…again. So, how am I expected to believe that you’re being sincere with me?” “Well, if you’d just…” believe me? There was no way out of the hole you’d just dug yourself in. You knew that – she knew that, as she gently pulled your head back so that you were staring up into two stones of onyx. Despite how soft the action had been, you knew that she’d felt tested, and that patience had been lost on her a long time ago. She commanded you, softly, “On your knees, sweetheart.” And the only reason she was soft, was because she knew that you would do it, regardless of the tone she used on you. Accomplishing this task meant you had to move slowly, due to the fact that she’d yet to release her grip on your hair. Once you were kneeling on the floor, she used her other hand to grab at the side of your face. Long, ring adorned fingers were splayed out across your cheek, roughly dragging her thumb over your bottom lip. “Open up for me.” The voice she kept using was notably rich and smooth like honey, which had its own pleasant effect on you, especially when it was obvious that Yoonji thirsted – fucking thirsted for you. You could see it in the way her drowsy catlike eyes settled on your mouth, while she waited. You parted your lips, her skin skimming past your teeth when she pushed two slim digits inside your mouth. Yoonji was all about sensation play – already hissing at the warmth she was met with, enjoying the wet velvet beneath her fingertips. Your brows creased when she pushed in deeper, her two fingers spreading around your tongue, mimicking the in and out motion of being fucked. She sighed, deeply, “Jeongguk would love this, wouldn’t he? He’d love nothing more, than to slide his cock inside your hot little mouth.” You whimpered at the husk in her tone, the implication of her words – Yoonji was still upset with you, and for that, she would be relentless. The saliva dripping down past your chin only served to spur her on, as she took a step closer, her legs pressed to your knees. The angle forced you to arch your back, small hands grappling onto the hem of her hooded sweatshirt for balance. She leered down at you, “Look at how well you take me. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You’re making such a mess, Bambi.” You breathed through your nose, focusing more on suction, cheeks hollowed as you met each thrust of her fingers, slurping around them lewdly. Three was your limit when your jaw had started to ache and your scalp was screaming, when she gave a particularly hard tug at the roots. It was like the more you tried pleasing her, the more annoyed she’d become. “If I had a cock, I’d never stop fucking you,” she said quietly, removing her fingers from your mouth and bringing them to the curve of her lips. “The best part would be…” She slowly licked each digit clean of your saliva, pink tongue flashing, and curling. “…filling you up with my cum and if you spilt it, I’d just fuck it back into you with my fingers. I’d make you hold it in, until you’ve understood that you’re mine.” You swallowed at the lump in your throat, overwhelmed by the picture she’d painted for you. “This is going to be very difficult for you to hear and I’m sorry to have to disappoint you, but I really don’t want Jeongguk,” you said, resting your shaky hands on the tops of your thighs. “You and the fact the you’re a girl, everything…Your body is what’s attractive to me, especially your…” Your eyes stared past her lower stomach, hinting at it, because there was no cute way to say it, in your mind, anyway. Yoonji narrowed her eyes at you, sneering, “My what, baby? My pussy? It’s funny how you can’t even say it, yet you claim to love it so much…” She unbuttoned the top of her jeans, the black ones with the many tears in them. Being pleasured wasn’t Yoonji’s favorite part. There’d been truth to when she’d stated that getting you off, got her off. Whenever she came to you for release first, it was like a special occasion. You felt as the excitement pooled at the pit of your stomach, watching in silent enrapt as she started stripping down into her sports bra, and boy-shorts. Yoonji was a sight to behold. All fair skinned and delicately toned in such few places, and was softer in others. You moved onto the bed, kicking your lazy egg skippers off carelessly. The mattress shifted beneath her weight, as she joined you, your legs falling around her waist to pull her closer. ‘You can’t even say it…’ “I love your pussy,” you breathed out across her lips, bravado there and gone, as you hid into a soft kiss, teeth pulling at her lips the same way she often used against you, hoping that it would wipe her mind clear of your abrupt statement. Her breath hitched with a short laugh, as she removed the pillows from under your head, and tossed them behind her. You knew what she wanted just from that single move, that she would want you to eat your words. “Mm, you also love eating it, too,” she husked, confirming it your beliefs – gathering your hair into a knot at the top of your head, getting it out of the way. It was the small things that Yoonji did that reminded you that she was the one in control. It was how you both preferred it to be. Cupping your face for a short, soft kiss, Yoonji steadied her intense gaze on you, “…and I’m going to ride your mouth, however I want, for as long as I want.” “Come on, then…” you encouraged her, trailing your fingers down her sides and to her hips, guiding her forward. She was very careful when spreading her pale knees over your shoulders, leaning slightly so that you could pull her panties aside. The material was already soaked through with her arousal, the scent of her thick and heady – your mouth practically salivating, eager to taste her. She lowered her hips, slotting herself perfectly against your mouth, all firm and tight without any plausible escape then. The first taste was always satisfying to you, like sweetened salt on your tongue that you wanted to drink in. “Ah, fuck…” she hissed, one hand gripping your hair with the other twisted in the sheets, using both as leverage to grind down onto your tongue. You knew that it wouldn’t take much with Yoonji being so sensitive, even more so than yourself. She’d spiraled fast, coming in a myriad of shivers and filthy expletives. Yes, fuck your mouth, fuck her, and fuck you again. She hadn’t moved off your mouth, when she guided your fingers towards her dripping entrance, tilting her head back when you eased two of them into her slowly, one at a time despite how slick she already was from coming. You pumped your fingers in and out of her tight warmth, mindful of whenever she moved back against them. Her hand grew tight in your hair, “You’re so good, baby. You’re so, so, so good…” She was going to be the death of you… You moaned at the appraisal, the sound of it reverberating against her clit – her back curling, much like a cat’s, in response to the pleasure thrumming throughout her entire body. You dug your nails into her skin, knowing that anywhere you touched was bound to leave a mark, as was the curse of Yoonji’s pale skin. She groaned at the sharp sensation, as she started to undulate her hips in earnest, caught between the quickened thrusts of your fingers, and the wet strokes of your tongue. She’d chased her second orgasm, until she’d felt properly wrecked by it, trembling so hard that you had to hold her still. The guttural sound she made when you pulled your fingers from her made ache at your core, going from dull to acutely uncomfortable. She loosened her grip on your hair and leaned back, so that she wasn’t smothering you for the time being. You licked at your swollen lips, chest heaving for air. It wasn’t as though you were oblivious to the fact you’d been painfully turned on since the moment she asked you to kneel. You knew that inside your panties was an embarrassing mess. Your eyes closed, breathing out, “How do you always taste so good?” “It’s because I’m part peach and we aren’t done yet. I still want your tongue, so stick it out…” her voice was throaty and raw – doing things, doing things to you. And a part of you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but you did as she asked, extending the muscle into a point as best as you could. Since Yoonji was taller, it was easy for her to sit up to align her soaked entrance with your tongue. She sank down, pulling at her bottom lip with her teeth at the soft, velvety intrusion. It would take much longer to do her in a third time, but you were enthusiastic. The shallow thrusts of your tongue hadn’t been enough to do her in alone, as she rubbed herself to completion. When she’d finally released, you soothed her through it, trailing the flat of your tongue against her slick, cleaning her in the same manner she so often did for you, enjoying the small jolts of her body, still over sensitized. She rolled off of you, throwing her limbs about wherever. Your girlfriend was gorgeous when she was utterly blissed out. Her skin was lightly covered in a blanket of sweat from the exertion, flushed a pretty pink from her ears down to her chest. Her nipples were painfully erect, visibly showing through the thin material of her sports bra. You wanted, but you were not permitted to have. So, you tried to focus on something else, finding that Holly was in his bed with his back turned, a paw placed on one of the keys to his mini piano, asleep. Thank god. After deciding that she wasn’t going to fall asleep easy, Yoonji tapped your arm. You looked over at her and were met with a thumbs up. Your heart was still racing from being engaged in sexual congress for what had felt like several hours with her, lips swollen and tingling as a result. You were so horrifically turned on to the point where you were half-tempted to ride one of her stuffed animals for relief. Thumbs up. “I’m gonna go shower,” she said, promptly patting the space between your legs, where you were practically throbbing. You covered your face with your arm, biting into the skin, because what the actual fuck? A slight curve of her fingers and she was firmly cupping you into her palm. Oh, my god. The way she pressed in revealed just how soaked you were, but there was no invitation sent your way, when she wordlessly abandoned you there. Was Yoonji still angry with you? At the thought of Jimin using you in a threesome that would never, ever happen? You laughed into the quiet of the room, thoroughly annoyed at the situation. It wasn’t a common thing, since Yoonji could do no wrong in your eyes, but this was just absurd. When she finally returned, her silver hair was mostly towel dried, and she was wearing her favorite black sheep pajamas, the pair that you’d secretly coveted. You’d only just managed to calm yourself down, when she slipped under the sheets. Before bed, she usually liked to enjoy the splendors of Reddit, pawing at you to look at whatever she found to be particularly hilarious, but tonight went differently. Instead, you were being engulfed by her slender limbs wrapping around you like vines. You grew still when you felt her mouth pressed hot and wet against sensitive shell of your ear, as she spoke quietly, “You lost the war, Bambi and now you’re all mine. I’ve already thought of what I’m going to do with you.” Oh, right. That happened. “Didn’t you already get what you wanted?” you asked, fighting chills when her breath fanned over your skin with every exhale. It was effortless for her to turn you on, which really wasn’t all that fair. “Like, three times?” Yoonji chuckled short, “You know I’d never let you off that easy.” “You didn’t let me get off, at all,” you grumbled, trying to push her hands away from you, when she pulled you to the wall of her chest. “You’re right, I didn’t and I’ve got news for you, baby. It’s only going to get worse, because I’m not going to fuck you,” she said, as she secured her arms around you more tightly, anticipating your frustration. “Not until I’m sure that you’re desperate for it.” You dared to ask, “Desperate for what, exactly…?” She nuzzled into you with her small nose, teasing the skin at the back of your neck, despite dropping words that were about to make you shudder, “For when I cum inside you.” What? ---------------------------------------------------- The war was ready to come to an end. You were grateful for that fact, having paid dearly along the way, always being reminded of your loss. At first, the thought of Yoonji not touching you was ridiculous. You’d thought that it would be impossible for her to adhere to such rules, but each day she’d proved you wrong, pulling back from your kisses long before they could deepen. You were allowed to get yourself off and you did – countless times, but it wasn’t the same. When would you be deemed as desperate enough? You’d even asked nicely the one day with ice-cream and Netflix prepared, but she’d dismissed you with a single look. Now, you couldn’t dance. Not at all, but that hadn’t stopped you from trying to seduce her, shyly looking away from the heavy scrutiny she’d fixed you with. Perhaps you should have worn something racier than Jimin’s cow onesie? You trailed the zipper down as your hips swayed mostly off rhythm. You hadn’t been wearing a bra beneath it, since the fabric was practically fitted to you anyway. Jimin was less curvy – still curvy, just less. The moment you were about to spread the material apart, she’d quickly grabbed your wrists, stopping you. ‘You really are the cutest, Bambi,’ she’d said, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, successfully deflating you. A few days later she’d finally told you that she ordered a couple things, special toys for your growing collection. The only thing that kept her from destroying you was time. You wondered what else you two could possibly need. Nevertheless, you waited – cursing Sunday when it had rolled around. The tension in your body was steadily building, until you felt as though you would collapse. Literally everything Yoonji did was sexy in some fucked up way or another. It could be something as simple as tying her shoelaces to slurping her ramen. Two packages had arrived the next day. You signed off on them, since Yoonji was busy with putting together a bookshelf, possibly to hold more of your things and not her own. Fixing and building things was something she did often, and was actually quite good at. You held up the boxes, showing them to her. The two were differed greatly in size, one of which had a dragon printed on it. “Your stuff came in,” you said, placing the boxes down on the couch. Holly pawed at the cardboard, confused and intrigued by its existence. “Can I take a shower or do you want my help?” She’d denied you several times already, claiming that the bookshelf was her project. “Go shower, baby,” she said, before stilling in her work, deciding on something. “You should take the smaller package with you and try it on for me.” You picked it up, finding that it was rather light. Perhaps it was clothing? You walked down the hallway and stepped inside the bathroom. Your clothes, along with two fresh towels were placed on the counter earlier. You used a pair of scissors from the sink drawer to cut through the packaging tape, feeling your way past the protective materials, and pulled out a small box. It read: Black Alloy Purple Jeweled Anal Plug? It was about two inches in height and one inch in width, so decently tiny, but you’d never worn a plug. The furthest Yoonji ever went was teasing the pad of her finger against your rim or catching you with her tongue when she sloppily ate you out. You weren’t adverse to the experience, not at all. It was simply just – new. The shower was longer than usual, as you spent a considerable amount of time washing, and rinsing the suds from your body. It’d been a full week, since Yoonji last touched you, which made you feel anxious and self-conscious all over again. You stepped out of the tub and into a towel, patting yourself dry. You skimped on lathering yourself up with lotion, when you’d only end up showering again later. It would have been better if Yoonji had assisted you with this, but there was probably a good reason why she hadn’t. Her lack of patience, her obsession with building that bookshelf, or perhaps her inability to stop once she started? You removed the plug from its plastic and inside the box was a sample packet of lube. It was a generous amount, despite its size, coating the bulbous tip of the toy and around your hole with it. Your fingers were already wet, as you slowly eased one past the tight resistance. You knew then that this was going to take awhile and it did – as you alternated between your pointer and middle fingers, releasing a shallow breath at the odd sensation. With more lube, you were able to push them both in, as you stretched yourself further with each thrust, until you felt ready for more. The cold, smooth feel of the plug made you shudder, as you teased it past your already drenched opening, and felt it catch on your rim. Pressure and warmth filled you up, when you slowly pressed the toy in all the way, the jewel nestled against your hole. You were trembling at the knees, laughing. You were honest to god laughing at how ridiculous the situation was, how such a small thing could completely destroy you. The fact that you were doing this for Yoonji as a punishment had you deliriously turned on. She’d reduced you to this state, leaving you pathetically desperate and needy – all according to her plan. You didn’t bother with getting dressed, settling for the robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was fluffy and soft on your sensitive skin. Holly was waiting for you when you stepped into the hall, rolling over onto his back for love, which you passed up on – no matter how cute the little devil was, you weren’t about to bend down just yet. The main room was essentially the bedroom, with Yoonji’s bed against the wall with the only window in the room. And on it – sitting pretty and clearly waiting for you, looking almost twice as impatient, was your girlfriend. Judging from the unopened bags of screws and bolts on top of the written instructions, the shelf had been abandoned long ago. Probably the moment you’d turned the shower on. “I wanted to watch,” she admitted, her dark eyes following your every movement, wetting her lips like you were a meal. “The thought of what you were doing nearly drove me mad. I couldn’t even focus on that damn shelf.” You smiled, shyly, as you stepped closer, “What was in the dragon box?” “We’re going to be the proud parents of a baby fire dragon. The egg is under a heating lamp in the kitchen,” she bantered, not skipping a beat. “I’m thinking we can name it Pete, no matter what the gender, and teach our child to roast apples and sweet potatoes. We can live on a farm, sell them locally.” “Oh, yeah? I think Pete is a beautiful name for our fake dragon baby,” you said, bringing your hands to the tops of her shoulders, allowing her to pull you in closer by your hips. You were standing between her thighs, staring down at her, wondering if she could see how badly you needed her. “Bad Dragon is a company that makes very interesting toys,” she explained, while running her hands over the back of your thighs, gripping the flesh there abruptly, before she released you completely. It’d been too close to where you were already so sensitive and full from the plug. Your eyes closed for but a brief moment, trying to pay attention to her words. “There was a rather broad selection. Most of the wearable dildos were made specifically for cum play.” She drew the familiar straps of leather from behind her back, the dildo already secured. It was small in size and silver in color, shimmering with sparkles when she angled it to show you. Yoonji wasn’t into realistic textures, as you’d found out in the past. It didn’t matter to you either way, but the shape of the dildo was unusual – not human. From the base to the tip, its curves and ridges were enticing. “It’s called the Seadragon.” That made more sense to you. She then held up a bottle that contained a milky white substance. Snapping the cap opened, she poured a droplet onto her thumb. “It looks like cum and it’s sticky like it, too.” It was thick and webby when she tapped her pointer finger against it, showing you just how similarly messy it was to the real thing. You’d stayed quiet during her presentation, too hyperaware of how stimulated and sensitive you were to everything – wanting Yoonji to finally take you. Strap up and fuck you before you lose your mind. Her eyes stared up into yours then, her voice filled with heat, “Do you like it, baby? All of these fun things I bought for you?” ‘Baby’… Ugh, yes. You nodded your head in response, not trusting your voice not to sound like nonsense at the moment. “So, how do you wanna do this? You want me to dress up like Lego-ass or how about that weirdly cute bald creature who was obsessed with Frito’s magic cockring?” Gollum. Once this was all over, you were going to sit her ass down to watch the franchise from the beginning, starting with the Hobbit. You untied the front of the robe you’d borrowed and let it fall to the floor, tossing aside your previous apprehension, as you climbed onto the bed, ignoring the pressure below your tailbone. You were flat on your stomach, grabbing onto the cookie-shaped plush with the odd eyebrows. You looked over at her with all the adoration that you could muster, giving her your best look of faux-innocence, despite what was soon to come, “I wanna get fucked...” That was how Yoonji wanted this to go, right? The way her fingers curled into the sheets, almost in warning, made you continue. You bit at the side of your lip, teasingly, “I don’t want you to stop, until you’ve filled me with every last drop of your cum.” That was enough. She sighed out heavily, as though that single breath was the only thing keeping her anchored to all manners of self-control. Now it was gone. Yoonji stood up from the bed, arms crossing at her sides to pull her shirt off. Her breasts were so small that she didn’t bother with wearing a bra. Today was one of those days. You drank in the routine without shame, convinced that you’d never get sick of watching her get undressed. She discarded her panties from off the tip of her toe. “You have no idea how difficult it’s been trying to keep my hands to myself,” she said, her voice an octave away from growling. “That ridiculous dance you did the other day, even though we both know you can’t dance for shit, somehow got me wet after I’d just fucked myself in the shower.” The black leather straps cut into her pale skin, as she fastened it tightly around her slim hips. Moving out of your line of sight, she’d straddled your legs. You kicked them up, lightly knocking into her a few times, until she caught you by the ankles. Yoonji didn’t even have to verbalize for you to stop, for you to cease movement entirely. The Shooky plush in your arms had done little to prepare you for when her palms bit into your skin, the sound of impact startlingly pleasing to the both of you. Warmth radiated over your skin when she repeated the action, spanking you again. “A-Ah, Yoonji…” “I could do this all day,” she said, possessively grabbing at your ass cheeks on the third sting of her hands, spreading you wide until her eyes fell to the purple jewel against your rim – the area around it was pink, and wet still. “It looks sore, baby. Did you take your time prepping yourself? You’re practically dripping right here.” Beneath the plug, your entrance was glistening with arousal, walls clenching from just the light touch of air – at the fact that she was fixated on your most intimate places. Another firm slap made you jolt forward, even though there was no place to escape to. “Raise your hips.” She’d made enough room for you to do just that, but was unwilling to stop touching you. Black painted nails skimmed over your skin, pressing in hard until pink lines followed her every stroke up and down your sides and down the back of your legs. The bite of her nails was enough to make you beg, “Yoonji, fuck me, before I fuck myself.” “That’s not how this works, Bambi. You’re going to be patient for me,” she mused, her hand skimming down the cleft of your ass, taking the jewel between two of her fingers – watching the way your rim stretched when she’d begun pulling it out slowly. “…while I take my time introducing you to a new type of play. I’m gonna make you love it.” You felt so empty once the toy was removed, the heat you felt there gone when she leaned forward and dragged her tongue over your hole. You cried out, digging your nails into plush, “Oh, Yoonji, please…” No amount of begging was going to make her be more merciful towards you. You’d learned that lesson the hard way. Instead, she pressed the small tip of the plug back inside you, watching how well you swallowed it up, before thrusting the point of her tongue into you – wet and soft, determined to prod you as deeply as the alloy had done. She poured the milky lube over your rim, using the plug to catch it before it could ooze out, and pushed the toy back inside of you. She cursed low, “Fuck. I wish you could see yourself…” You whimpered when she started fucking you slow with it. The lube on your skin was a lot like cum, which only added to the appeal as she kept murmuring vulgarities about how good your pussy would look stuffed with it. The filthy sounds of each intrusion would have killed you, if you weren’t already dead. “It has no flavor, which is good…means it won’t muddle how you taste,” she said, teasing her tongue around the jewel, as she started tapping two of her fingers against it. Fuck. You could cry, it felt so good, but you needed to be touched where you ached the most, deeper – you needed more, but she kept avoiding the rest of your body. Bringing a hand between your thighs, you started rubbing over your clit in a familiar routine. You felt struck by the pleasure washing over you then. The extra stimulation felt so good, you could barely keep your eyes opened, snuggling further into the plush. Relief was within your grasp, soft sighs and moans flooding the suddenly quiet room. You hadn’t even noticed that Yoonji stopped what she was doing, until the slap came – the sound of it worse than the sting, when her palm met the tender flesh of your bottom. You’d already been sore from when she’d spanked you earlier. Each breath you took was shaky and uneven. Not bothering with apologies, you slowly withdrew your hand. “Not fast enough for you?” she asked, as she forcibly turned you onto your back. The sheets felt rough against your sensitive skin. The pain was a welcomed pleasure that you’d never had to openly clarify in order for her to understand. Getting Yoonji angry like this was a benefit for you. It was how you’d gotten yourself into this situation in the first place. She parted your thighs with the strength of her own and leaned so that her face was close to yours, her breath reaching your skin, “How’s this, then? You said you wanted to get fucked.” “I’m glad you finally heard me,” you breathed, sighing at how the heat and weight of her body felt so, so good, keeping you pinned to the mattress. She smirked audibly at your rebuttal. The sound was enough to send a chill down your spine, as she guided the dildo up and down between your slick folds, steadily driving you mad. A press of Yoonji’s finger forced some of the thick lube to spill out of the tip, as she continued coating you with every stroke. Punishment in its rawest form was Yoonji’s outright rejection, even though she was about to fuck you senselessly, thus giving you what you wanted, but she wouldn’t kiss you. She wouldn’t place her pretty kitten mouth where you needed it to be – on purpose. So, it would still be a win and loss, despite this entire evening being about you and your pleasure, and your new experience. She brought the curved head of the toy to your entrance and halted, allowing you to feel her there with a hand placed on your hip, holding you still. “You might be too small, baby,” she breathed, the tip of the dildo already stretching you so wide, despite how petite it was, she’d never given you more than you could withstand – her dark eyes flickering from where your bodies were connected to the furrowed expression on your face, as she started pushing into you slowly. Her hips didn’t let up, until you were filled to the brim. The added pressure against the plug inside of you was intense and made you feel deliciously full in both holes. “Fuck, Bambi…” she hissed out, teeth pulling at her bottom lip. “You always look so fucking good when you’re under me, eager to take whatever I give you, so greedy and willing to be wrecked by me.” She emphasized each word with a hard slam of her hips, making you cry out each time. “You always. Want. More.” The flat base of the dildo pressed more firmly against her swollen clit the deeper she pounded into you. Yoonji was meticulous in the way she paid close attention to how close you were by going off of the sounds you were making. She could read you very easily, familiar with all your obvious tells. The way your eyes fluttered shut, mouth parted – how soft sighs had turned into sobs. You were lost in the pleasure licking its way up your thighs, as you cupped your own breasts. She licked her lips at the action, digging her nails into the back of your legs, bending them far enough to capture a nipple into the wet heat of her mouth, sucking down hard enough to make you arch your back against it. You pulled her face to the side of your neck, gasping when you felt her teeth graze sharply over your skin. The new angle allowed her to thrust in deeper and more controlled. You were nearly there, muscles clenching tightly around both toys. “I-I’m so close,” you gasped, arms going around her neck to hold on. You fought your eyes to stay focused on the dark intensity of Yoonji’s half-lidded stare and physically trembled. Why must she be like this? She finally brushed her lips over yours, her voice broken. “I’m gonna cum.” The words were all for show, but you appreciated it. You careened in bliss and were held closely when your orgasm tore throughout your body – coupled by the liquid heat that had started to fill you. Yoonji’s cum gushing out of you as she slowed her hips, easing you through it. She drew back far enough so that she could look, the leather of the straps, and her lower stomach painted in the creamy lubricant. Each time she rocked forward, more of it came out from around the dildo that was still buried deep inside you. From the way she marveled at the mess, it was obvious that she’d found a new kink. Yoonji pulled out and watched as your raw pink walls clenched and unclenched, pushing more of the mingled release out. “That’s so fucking…” was all she managed to get out, before her fingers went to work on the straps around her hips, until it was dangling from off of one leg, quick to expose herself. She grabbed hold of your leg and brought it to the top of her shoulder in a way that was familiar to you. This was how she typically enjoyed fucking you. And Christ. You were still so sensitive. You turned slightly, so that she could fit better against you. It was then that you realized that your ass was completely covered in the thick lubricant. You could feel it as the air swept over your skin. Yoonji ran her fingers over the sticky liquid, gathering it up with her fingers, before rubbing it around the plug. The fuck… Just as she’d brought her hips forward into yours, she slid the bulb from your tender hole, and slammed it back in. Oh, fuck… Perhaps even you’d found a new a kink. She held onto your thigh, using it as leverage to firmly grind her clit against yours, the friction acute and perfect. Yoonji lolled her head to the side, somewhat lost in watching you from between sharp strands of silver hair. Each roll of her hips was aided by the fact that you were already so wet and slippery. The loud smack of skin meeting skin was absurd, as she continued riding you into the bed – all the while, driving the plug into you at the same quickening speed as her hips, reaching towards oblivion for the both of you. You curled your fingers in the sheets, throwing your head back as the pleasure coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach, threatening to come undone for the second time. Yoonji practically growled the moment she’d come, gasping your name over and over again breathlessly. It didn’t take much more after that, when a few more thrusts sent you over the edge, meeting her hips throughout the waves of pleasure claiming your body. For awhile you stayed like that, catching your breath and staring back at one another like you’d just been taken apart, and were now gradually being pieced back together again. This was the aftermath. She pressed a lingering kiss against the leg that she was holding, before placing it back down gently. Next she removed the plug, the oddly satisfying pressure gone. Min Yoonji was the type to be perfectly fine with cuddling you while covered in sweat and cum. However, you weren’t about that life. “We need to clean up,” you rasped, clearing your throat – you’d screamed so much. She’d snickered like she was proud of it, trying to act nonchalant about stifling the sound. You continued, “Us and the toys, so we can put them away, before Holly gets curious...” She complied once the logic had sunk in, but at a snail’s pace, picking everything up, and bringing it all into the bathroom. You treaded behind her softly, turning the showerhead on and tried getting it to the right temperature. She liked it to be scorching hot, the steam soon flooding the bathroom. You turned to tell her that it was ready and found that she was staring directly at you, giving you that look. The same kind of look that predators tended to give their prey just seconds before they pounced, and devoured them. Shaking your head at her, because no, no – you stepped under the spray. You sighed as you felt the tension leaving your muscles, eyes closing as you stood there allowing the water to hit your back. You hadn’t noticed that Yoonji had joined you, until you were being pressed against the cool tiles. Her hand kept you still, as the water soaked through her hair. It was her turn apparently. She nodded to you, “How was it?” You knew what she was referring to, as this was the first moment you both had to address it. How did you like anal play? How did you like being filled up with fake cum? Honestly. “I really liked it,” you confessed somewhat hushed, despite how it was amplified due to the cramped space. The moment she moved closer, you settled more against the tiles, knowing that this exchange would not be short. You laughed, weakly, “I’m so tired, Yoonji.” “Yeah, that’s nice, but I’m not really sure how to keep my hands off of you when you’re right here, all naked and wet, and open to anal play.” You wanted to argue that she’d been turned on prior to that fact. All you needed was to be in the same room as her and Yoonji was ready to have you again…and again. There was no control. You brought your head to her shoulder, perving in on her small breasts. She’d only come once, after waiting for as long as you had. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have been satisfied with just one, either. You suddenly clamped your fingers down on one of her nipples, drawing a gasp from her lungs. You weren’t very good at this, which was probably why she allowed you to reverse the positions without much apprehension. Her back bounced slightly from the impact of meeting the wall and for a second you feared for your life, when she chuckled low, crooking a finger to call you forward. In a minute. You reached up, which was ridiculous given your height, and grabbed the detachable showerhead. You turned the dial onto a more powerful setting, to where the hot water jutted out rather sharply, and you watched as she jumped when you sprayed her on the leg. “What the fuck!” she gasped, feeling the water slowly trailing upwards. “Stay still,” you said, somewhat warily, knowing that if she had it her way, you’d be filled up all over again. Besides, there was no reason to trust her, even as she nodded her head in compliance. Not even a moment later, Yoonji had already betrayed you, pulling you into a kiss that consisted of teeth and tongue. This girl…You groaned into her, turning the spray in your hand and pressed it between her thighs, letting the water hit her directly. You didn’t allow her to pull away for air, holding onto the side of her face. More sensitive when wet, you dragged her bottom lip into your mouth, tugging hard on it, until she winced. You moved the spray back and forth, when she took hold of your wrist, keeping you still – her breathing becoming harsher, her sounds more desperate. You wanted to hear her better, as you willed yourself to part with her soft lips. You caught droplets of water in their travel with your tongue, drawing hard circles into the side of her neck. “Ah, Bambi, fuck…” she moaned, sliding her slim fingers through your hair, keeping your teeth against her skin. “That feels so good. I want you to mark me…” What an odd request from Yoonji. You sucked bruises along her collarbone, painting her skin in colors of red and purple – the contrast so starkly noticeable given her skin tone. They wouldn’t be there for as long as the ones she’d left on you, but it was still satisfying. You continued down lower to her tiny breasts, your mouth big enough to cover one side completely, before going to the other – taking turns swirling your tongue around her sensitive nipples, each flick causing her hips to stutter. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed, rolling her hips against the turret of water. The hand in your hair pulled you back up to her mouth, kissing you firmly the moment she released, trembling in your arms. You immediately dropped the spray, replacing it with your thumb, so that you could rub her through it, aware of how sensitive she must be, and would need something much softer. Slow, needy kisses, as she licked into your mouth, thanking you without having to say it. Her touches burned your skin, as she dug her nails in. This too, was a new experience for you both. She was vulnerable to you, which was something you cherished. Yoonji wasn’t perfect. You knew that from the beginning, but you’d like understand her insecurities. You wanted to help her put them away the same way she tried helping you with yours. That was love to you. After rinsing off in the then lukewarm water, you put on one of her large shirts, and a pair of panties from your designated drawer that was part of her dresser. She was in a pair of shorts and a tank top, pulling at the dirty sheets, and spreading out her Lord Nermal set. You helped her remake the bed, before climbing into it. Holly jumped up, already familiar with the routine, and settled just below your toes. “Traitor,” Yoonji pouted at her dog, as she plugged in her phone to start browsing Reddit. You curled towards her, placing Shooky down into her lap, so that you had a semi-comfortable pillow. Her fingers were in your hair, lazily stroking through the strands, as she read over articles, “Wait, wait, listen to this one. ‘My girlfriend is obsessed with brand name clothing and accessories. Is there any way to make her happy without throwing down my soul? Why isn’t my dick enough for her?’ Maybe Hoseok wrote this article.” You laughed, sleepily, “That sounds like him. We should invite them over this Friday. I want to watch the Hobbit, so that you could actually know who you’re role-playing next time.” “I’ll probably hate it. The movie, the company, but yeah,” she said, moving her fingertips to the side of your neck, trailing softly. “Sounds good.” “We should invite Jimin, too.” “Seems reasonable.” “She’ll probably want her boyfriend there –” Her hand twitched upon your skin, pausing, “That isn’t gonna happen.” “You need to get over Jeon Jeongguk.” “We’re both nice and showered. So, let’s not rile me up,” she said, sparing you a glance away from her phone. That was what you lived for, though. Which was why tomorrow, you were going to send out a group text, ‘accidentally’ hitting the ‘JK’ contact on your phone. “I can practically see the fucking cogwheels turning in your head,” Yoonji accused, lightly nudging your head with her thigh. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, know that I’m capable of much worse.” It wasn’t much of a threat. It was more like, the promise of fucking you just how you wanted it. “I’m offended, to be honest,” you said, removing the plush from her lap, and throwing yourself down dramatically onto your side of the bed. “I love you, even though you lied about there being a fire dragon baby in the kitchen. I had checked and everything. My dreams of becoming cartoon Maleficent are crushed now.” She placed her phone on the nightstand, before turning the light off. “That’s what I’m here for, to crush your fucking dreams. I love you, too, baby.” Yoonji kept to herself when she slept, prone to one position and staying there throughout the entire night. However, you’d gotten so used to sleeping beside her that you were comfortable with doing more – anxiety no longer present when lying down with her. In the dark, the silence was too loud for you to fall asleep. You instinctively moved closer – just close enough to feel the warmth of her skin radiating against your own. You leaned your face up towards her, searching for that good night kiss. Despite not being able to see anything, you certainly heard her smirk, when she closed the distance, and kissed you softly. “Good night, Yoonji.” “Mmph…” ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Fin~