#my ipad about to be fully charged

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[david-watts]

90% sure that the uni artificially limits the electricity output of the charging points in the library compared to domestic supply which is super fucking funny to me considering how they've made it so you really have to bring your own devices. since they chose to artificially limit the amount of computers in the building. arseholes

[red--ashes]

do u see the vision?

[ellieputellas]

guilty as charged | a.putellas

— Alexia was the perfect roommate. Well, except for one fatal flaw: she always lost your chargers. Fed up, you searched her room, only to find something you definitely weren’t supposed to see.

Tags: 18+, mdni, roommate!Alexia, dom!Alexia (kinda), strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, biting, impliedfuckboy!Alexia, slightly long build up before the smut content, tldr: finding Alexia’s strap and not being able to get it out of your mind, not proofread | wc: 6k+

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"Alexia!" You shouted at your roommate who was taking too long in the bathroom. "Where's my charger? I thought I told you to buy your own already."

"Espera!" The Catalan called back out to your frustration, still taking her sweet time in the showers.

"Rich as fuck but can't afford to buy her own charger," you muttered under your breath.

Alexia had developed a habit of leaving her chargers in the locker room or lending them out to her teammates, forgetting to get them back. And, instead of buying her own replacement, she had been relying on your generosity and kindness.

At first, you were cool with it. After all, Alexia has always been a generous roommate — buying you new shampoo whenever you were running low, ordering dinner for your weekly movie nights, and always buying wine for you two to share. So, naturally, you had no problem sharing your charger once in a while. You even decided to buy Alexia her own charger — the fancy kind that charged ultra fast. It cost you a bit more than the average phone charger would but you figured it was just your way of saying thanks for her generosity.

She lost that too. Within just a few days.

So, she resorted back to borrowing yours. And while it was just mildly irritating at first, it only got fully annoying when she started walking into your room while you weren't there, taking your charger and even bringing it with her to training. Without even asking. She just assumed you’d be fine with her borrowing it.

It was always a different excuse every time she lost it. 

"Oh sorry, I left it at my locker."

"It's somewhere in the car… I think."

"I think I already returned it."

You tried not to let it get to you, thinking that getting pissed over something so shallow was too petty and childish.  But you needed your iPad to do your work, and for that iPad to function, it needed to be charged… which was impossible to do if Alexia kept treating your chargers like they were disposable. 

"God," you groaned as you stared at the wall clock, feeling antsy about a deadline. "Alexia! Can't you just tell me where it is?"

"Espera! I'm still washing my hair." She said with an annoyed tone which just annoyed you even more. How is she the one getting annoyed? She’s the one who lost it again.

"Fuck it, I'll get it myself." You groaned under your breath before rifling through her stuff with zero patience. “Where the fuck did she put it?”  

Annoyed, you yanked open the drawer built into the side of her bed frame. Unlike the other drawers with things haphazardly thrown in, this one had its contents neatly folded beneath a thin blanket. Without thinking about why the blanket was there in the first place, you pulled it back and froze.  

That’s when you saw it right in front of you: a massive, light pink dildo strapped to a harness Your brain short-circuited. You weren’t exactly prudish or conservative; you had your own vibrator tucked away in your panty drawer. But this? This was… a lot.  

Your eyes darted over the rest of the drawer. Bottles of flavored lube. Handcuffs. A ball gag. A various selection of dildos and vibrators. On top of it rested the huge pink strap-on you first saw, the cherry on top to this kinky mix. Who knew your polite, friendly roommate was this —

“What are you doing?”  

Your soul left your body as soon as you heard Alexia calmly inquire behind you. You spun around, heart hammering. Alexia stood in the doorway, fresh from the shower. She was clad in nothing but a sports bra and a towel slung low on her hips. Her hair was damp from the shower, hanging by the side of her face, dropping beads of water down her wide shoulders and further down her glistening abdomen.

“I—I was looking for my charger,” you stammered nervously, standing up from your crouched-over position. You straightened yourself, wiping the beads of sweat on your forehead and straightening your shirt. “I couldn’t find it and I’ve got a deadline today and... and you know how much I need it.”

You stumbled upon your words, causing Alexia to raise an eyebrow in amusement. You cleared your throat, trying to seem unbothered by what you just saw. “This is just like… the sixth or seventh charger that you haven’t returned.” You said, trying to steady your voice.

Alexia’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her gaze flicked to the cabinet you’d so carelessly left open. She didn’t look embarrassed or pissed. Not even remotely phased. Just… amused. “Right,” she said, crossing her arms. “It’s literally right there.”  

She nodded toward the direction of the chair in front of her work desk placed at the corner of the room. Sitting on top of her iPad, plain as day, was your charger.  Heat rushed to your face. How had you missed something so obvious? You could have just swept the room first. Instead, you’d snooped immediately through her drawer and discovered she was some kind of sexual deviant. 

“Oh,” you squeaked.  Without another word, you lunged for the charger, swiftly grabbing it. You gave a tight-lipped smile to Alexia before holding it up just to show her you got it.  It took everything in you to only look at your roommate from the head up, not allowing your gaze to lower down to her bare torso. You were never flustered like this around Alexia. She was often sauntering around the house in just a sports bra and workout shorts; it never bothered you… until now. “I guess I just missed it.”

You spun on your heel and bolted for your room, shutting the door behind you. Pressing your back against it, you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.  “What the fuck did I just see?”  

Alexia found it cute how flustered you acted after the incident.

She had always been careful about her intimate life. When living with roommates, she never brought girls home, never let her personal indulgences spill beyond the walls of her bedroom. It was a part of her life she preferred to keep discreet and private. Though, at times, it wasn’t easy.

She briefly recalled the short period when she roomed with Marta during the pre-CGH days, when her co-captain was still single. Keeping that side of herself hidden had been a challenge, especially when they were sleeping just a few feet apart, separated by non-soundproof walls. Bringing girls home had become a strategic endeavor, timed around Marta’s schedule, because Alexia was very aware that her extracurricular activities weren’t exactly… quiet.

After years of having roommates, Alexia thought maybe it was time she stopped sharing her space. She was earning enough to live alone, and most of her teammates no longer needed to split rent either. It had seemed like a natural step forward.

Then you came along.

You were the team’s new graphic designer, originally working for the men’s team until the club restructured and brought in a new agency to replace your old role. That shift had introduced you to the women’s squad, and Alexia had taken an interest in your work almost immediately. At first, you chalked up her attentiveness to her captain’s duties; it was something you presumed was to be expected of Alexia. 

But then she did something you never saw coming.  

When the team heard you might have to quit — your apartment was full of black mold, and finding an affordable place nearby on short notice was impossible — Alexia made you an unexpected offer. She had a spacious place with two bedrooms and didn’t mind charging you below market value, making it the perfect solution.

You had understood what a big gesture that was for her. What you hadn’t known was just how much she had given up by letting you move in.

Her newfound freedom was gone. She could no longer bring girls home on a whim, given your unpredictable work modality schedule. Late-night hookups were practically impossible when you were always up until ungodly hours, hunched over your iPad in the living room, working on some random side gig. 

Alexia knew that you two were old enough to understand that sex was a part of life and that bringing home girls shouldn’t be a thing to be ashamed of. But she knew that her situation was different. It wasn’t that simple

Still, she didn’t mind. She liked having you around far more than she missed fucking around.

Though you having found her stash did have her thinking that probably she treated it far more taboo than what it was. So what if she liked loud, unrestrained sex that could last for hours? It wasn’t like it happened every night. And surely, you had a few toys of your own tucked away in your room.

Maybe this could be an opportunity — a way for you to start accepting that your roommate simply… enjoyed being active.

So, she tried opening up the subject. While you two were cooking your respective dinners, Alexia tried casually asking you if you remembered what you had seen in her cabinet. You were so startled you nearly cut your finger instead of a potato.

While you two were on the drive back from work, Alexia tried to engage you in a conversation about sex but you pretended to have a bad stomach, making fake groaning sounds to pretend you couldn’t hear what you were saying.

Honestly, Alexia should have been frustrated by your immaturity, by your outright refusal to discuss something so simple like an adult. But she couldn't fully get annoyed with you ever... and it was because of the massive crush she had on you.

Alexia always found you cute. She liked your quirky mannerisms and the way you made her laugh even if you didn’t intend to. She liked your work ethic; she always valued people who took their job seriously. It didn’t help that you were always walking around the house in very tiny shorts with silly cartoon designs that always caught her eye. 

Her attraction to you had only grown the closer you became. You were naturally affectionate with her, always touching her in small ways — a hand on her arm, leaning against her shoulder, sitting on her lap whenever the squad was around and there weren’t any seats. You never seemed to mind being touchy with her.

A part of her knew that maybe she didn’t mind not bringing girls home because… well, she had you. Your company and presence meant more to her than casual sex ever could. That didn’t mean, of course, that she wouldn’t have you if you let her.

There were nights when she had to physically stop herself from suggesting a friends-with-benefits arrangement. She valued your friendship too much to risk it over something so fleeting; she wasn’t about to fumble a great friendship just because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Besides, after seeing how you squirmed at the mere mention of sex, she knew you'd never go for something like that.

…Or would you?

You were hunched over your iPad, rushing to finalize a mock-up for new merch designs. The design head thought that since you managed social media, you might as well help out with merch design too. It made no sense to you but she had drilled into you that it was crucial you got it done by today. You wouldn't have been so annoyed by a task outside your job description, if only the assignment wasn't given a day before the deadline.

Hence, why you were stressed-out and aggressively illustrative design mock-ups on your iPad. It was already midnight and you were expected to report to work at 9 in the morning. It was just too little time.

And then, just as you were adding the final details, your iPad screen went black. The device shut off.  When you tried pressing the power button, hoping it was just an accidental press that put the device to sleep, it displayed the dreaded low battery logo. 

“Fuck!” you cursed, slamming your Apple Pencil onto the desk. You let a frustrated groan rip through your chest. You knew the battery had been low, but you had been so deep in the work that you ignored all the low battery notifications. 

Great, now the momentum is gone, you thought. 

Fine, whatever, you said to yourself. You just needed your charger. You pushed back from your desk and marched to your room, heading straight for the spot where you knew you had left it, which was right on top of your makeup bag.  

Except… it wasn’t there.  

Frowning, you checked your drawers. Nothing. Your bag? Not there. You even looked under your bed, as if it had somehow magically fallen and rolled into hiding.  And then it hit you. Alexia had borrowed it again earlier this morning with the promise that she'd return it instantly.

You grew frustrated. In the past days, you haven’t really been angry or emotional around Alexia and it was mostly because you felt awkward about the drawer incident. But now, all you could think of was how fucking annoying it was that this happened again. 

She knew how important your charger was, how often you needed it for work. And yet, she had forgotten to return it again on deadline night of all nights. Adrenaline pumping, you stormed toward her room, fists clenched. Without hesitation, you pushed the door open.  

“Alexia, where the hell—”  

Your words caught in your throat.  

Alexia stood in the middle of her room, dressed in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts that showed off the top of her Calvin Klein underwear, mid-stretch, her toned stomach and arms on full display.  

You blinked, caught completely off guard.  

For a moment, you forgot why you were even there. Then, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. “Alexia, give me back my charger.”  

She didn’t even flinch at your tone. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her face. “Oh? Someone seems mad.”  

You groaned. "I'm not just mad, okay?" You corrected. "I'm fucking stressed. I have a deadline for a task that isn't even part of my job's jurisdiction and I've been working all night on Blender and Procreate and —"

You paused to take a breath. "I just had enough, okay?" You said more calmly. “I just need to finish this right now but I can't cause you took—"

Alexia tilted her head. “I took your charger?”  

“Yes?" You said incredulously. 

Her brow lifted slightly. “I returned it earlier today.”  She said. "Remember? At breakfast? I even fixed you a bowl of chocolate oatmeal as a thank you?"

You frowned, momentarily thrown off. “What?”  

“I borrowed it this morning, but I gave it back before you left to work at that café.”  

And just like that, it clicked.  

Fuck. 

You probably didn't notice Alexia returning it cause you were too busy working. Suddenly, you remember you had taken it with you. You had plugged it in at the café, worked there for hours, and then… left without it.  

Your anger deflated instantly, replaced by embarrassment. You opened your mouth, then closed it again, feeling your face heat up.  

“Oh.”  

Alexia let the silence stretch just long enough to watch you squirm, then let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll let that one slide.”  

You sighed, rubbing your face. “Sorry, Alexia. I’m just—”  

“Stressed,” she finished for you. Then, her voice softened. “Cariño, don’t be. I’ll talk to your boss tomorrow and make sure you get another day. I’ll just put the blame on me.”

She smiled, stepping forward. "They can't say no to me."

Before you could react, Alexia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer to her by the waist, offering a small hug to comfort you. You exhaled, tension still buzzing in your body.  

“Okay,” you mumbled, leaning into her. “I'm sorry for storming all mad and accusatory like that.”  

“I know,” she murmured. “Why don’t I give you a back rub?”  

You hesitated, but your muscles did ache from hours of work, hunched over a table and stressed beyond belief. Your shoulders were practically begging to be rubbed. “…Fine.”  

Alexia guided you toward the bed, settling herself against the headboard while she sat you in between her legs with your back resting against her. The second her hands found your shoulders, thumbs pressing firmly into the knots of tension, you exhaled a slow breath.  

“Oh,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut. “Alexia, yeah, that feels good.”  

She hummed in response, continuing to knead the stiffness from your shoulders. Her hands were firm yet gentle, and before you knew it, your body melted into her touch.  She rubbed into your shoulders at the perfect firmness, finding where the knots were on your upper back and shoulders before massaging them away. 

“Mmm,” you murmured. "Fuck, that's so good."

Alexia’s hands moved lower, moving from your upper back and shoulders area to something more in the middle of your back. Alexia's hands kneaded the tension from your back, her fingers expertly working under the shoulder blades. You let out a slow exhale, sinking into the warmth of her body behind you.  

“Let’s take off your cardigan,” she murmured, her voice smooth, low. “It's getting in the way.”  

You nodded absentmindedly, already half-lost in the sensation of her touch. You were practically floating in the sensation, only to be snapped out by the sensation of her arms grazing your chest as she unbuttoned your cardigan. You bit your lip as her fingertips grazed against your nipples as she helped you shrug off the cardigan. The contact was fleeting— perhaps, accidental — but it was enough to send a sharp jolt through you. 

Your breath hitched, and you hummed, trying to brush off the growing heat in your core. 

Alexia continued the massage, but this time, as one hand stayed firm on your shoulder, the other drifted lower, her fingers ghosting over your left nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, but your body reacted instantly. You jumped slightly at the sensation.

Alexia leaned in, her lips grazing your ear. “Relax,” she whispered in a low voice, her breath warm against your skin. "This is gonna help you release all tension. Trust me."

You hesitated, pulse quickening, but you didn’t stop her. You let yourself sink back against her, allowing it to happen. Her touch grew bolder. Soon, both hands were on your chest, the pads of her fingertips rubbing slow, teasing circles over your hardened nipples, the friction from the fabric of your shirt only heightening the sensation. A quiet moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.  

Alexia smirked at your reaction. "Yeah, just relax and let go." She cooed in an innocent tone as if she was still massaging your back. Now, Alexia's fingers moved deliberately, alternating between rolling your nipples between her fingertips and slightly pinching at them, coaxing more breathy sounds from you. Your head soon rested back against her shoulder, and she took the opportunity to press a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.  

A soft hum vibrated against your skin. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”  

You swallowed hard, your body answering for you as you let out another shaky moan. Alexia's mouth was on you again, gently kissing and nipping at the delicate skin of your neck as you felt her hands slowly move under your shirt. 

You whimpered her name as you felt her fingers against your bare skin, running against them. Alexia smirked at the way you were reacting and quickly agreed to letting her touch you like this.

Before you could even realize, Alexia was reaching under a nearby pillow. Under it, she had a toy she left from her own masturbation session last night. If your eyes were opened, you would have probably chickened out at the sight of the neon pink massage wand but you were too busy enjoying Alexia's playful, little massages. 

Soon, Alexia had slotted in the head of the toy in between your legs, pressed against your soaked pajama shorts. She clicked the on button and you practically moaned out instantly. Your eyes opened but before you could say anything in protest, Alexia shushed you. "It's just a massage wand. It'll help you loosen up."

You were a smart girl. You knew what Alexia was doing and normally, you would have called her out but tonight… Tonight, you were exhausted. You were tense. And with the way her hands had been working over your body, the way the vibrations of the wand had begun to hum softly against your core, the fact that you've spent the past few days fantasizing about what it would be like to experience the Alexia Putellas…

You found no reason to stop her.

“…Okay.”

Your voice was soft, almost breathy, and it sent a visible shiver through Alexia. She loved hearing you like this: so obedient and pliant, so willing, so cute when you agreed to let her touch you.

She pressed a slow, lingering kiss just below your ear before murmuring, “Now, be a good girl and take off your bottoms for me, okay?”

You didn't hesitate, swiftly lifting your hips to push your bottoms off of you, kicking them off with your legs. Alexia put a hand firmly under your left thigh, pulling you closer to her. With her right hand, she put the toy back against your core, sending a wave of vibrations that had your legs trembling.

Alexia's left hand was back in your left breast, pinching at them to elicit tiny and cute moans that she loved so much. You unconsciously rocked your hips against the toy, seeking to chase out the pleasure, praying Alexia would turn up the speed so you could arrive at your orgasm sooner.

As you whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath you, Alexia carefully removed the toy from between you. “W-what?” you stammered, your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body.

Alexia’s hand on your waist tightened slightly. “Last night… when you fell asleep on the couch…" she paused, teasingly. "You were whimpering.”

Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment crashing over you like cold water.

Shit. You had dreamed about her again.

Before you could even attempt to defend yourself, Alexia chuckled, her breath warm against your skin. “That’s not even the best part.” She leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just beneath your jaw. “You dropped your phone on the floor — probably right before you dozed off." She murmured. “So, naturally… I picked it up.”

Your stomach twisted in mortification, and you didn’t even have to ask to know where this was going. Alexia hummed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Imagine my surprise when I saw what you were searching for.” Another soft kiss, this time against your shoulder. “How to ride a strap.”

A whimper escaped your throat as she increased the speed suddenly. At this point, your legs were shaking.

Alexia let out a quiet laugh. “I thought it was cute.” Her fingers were now teasing circles against your inner thigh, making you twitch. “And I know you’ve been stressed. High-strung. So instead of just teasing you…”

She suddenly pressed the vibrator against you again with more pressure, turning up the speed without warning. A loud, broken moan spilt from your lips as pleasure began to build inside you. Your head tilted back, resting your weight onto the Catalan, body arching into the sensation as Alexia guided the toy against you.

“There you go,” she murmured, watching in amusement as you squirmed, your thighs trembling against hers. She subconsciously licked her lips as she saw your wetness completely cover your core and inner thighs. “You’re making such a mess, cariño.”

You barely heard her, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure. It was too much, too good. It felt like at any moment, you were going to explode with pleasure. 

And then, just as you were about to orgasm, Alexia pulled the wand away again.

Your eyes flew open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips. “Alexia, what the fuck.”

“Shh,” she interrupted smoothly, putting aside the toy. “We’re just getting started.”

The next moments went by so quickly that you could not process how you managed to end up completely naked on top of Alexia who was now wearing the pink strap you saw from the other day around her waist, on top of her Calvin Klein underwear. You bit your lip as you straddled her upper thighs. It seemed like you were gaining consciousness now as you stared at the silicone member. It was long and girthy, shining slightly with the lube Alexia poured on it.

Alexia’s hands traced lazily on your legs and thighs. “Come on, show me what google told you to do,” she teased.

You bit your lip as you stared at the obscene size of the silicone, hesitating. “Alexia, I don’t think…”

Alexia sat up, grabbing your waist as she pressed a kiss on your mouth. “Shh, of course you can,” she reassured in between kisses. Her mouth felt so soft and warm against yours. The sensation of her mouth on yours was hypnotizing you again, making you feel soft and needy. It’s like her lips make me dumber, you thought to yourself.

Alexia shifted the position so you’d be laying on your back and she’d be slotted in between your spread legs, she continued to kiss you, knowing it was what you needed to not feel intimidated and hesitant. Soon, you could feel her hands stroke your inner thighs. “Why don’t I help you out,” she whispered. “Just so you wouldn’t be so shy, hmm?”

You nodded, obedient and docile under your roommate. Alexia locked eyes with you, breaking the kiss. A sigh escaped your lips as her warm hazel eyes met yours. It felt like you could melt into those beautiful, honey-colored pools.

You were so captivated by Alexia’s eyes that you didn’t notice that she had two fingers playing around your entrance, desperate to enter you.

You opened your mouth and let out a gasp as soon as two of her fingers thrust into you, deliberately with a careful firmness to them. Alexia smiled, eyes still fixed on yours, as she carefully curled them into you. The Catalan practically moaned at the feeling of you tightly clenched around her long and thick fingers.

“Fuck,” your voice came out softly as you felt yourself clench around her, soaking her fingers with your slick arousal. “I want more… please.”

That was all Alexia needed to hear. It was enough to send her over the edge. She started thrusting in and out of you with a faster, harder pace to it. You moaned out loud as you felt her fingers slam into you, curling every time into your sweet spot, causing you to arch your hips and grip onto her shoulders.

“Just like that,” Alexia muttered against your ear, her breath hot and uneven. “Let me hear you, cariño.”

Any sort of restraint you had left was gone. Your moans spilled freely as her fingers drove into you mercilessly, stretching you open, coaxing you toward the edge. You felt delirious, drowning in sensation, the heat between your legs unbearable.

Alexia couldn’t count the number of times she had touched herself to the thought of you like this — writhing, moaning, begging for her. But even her filthiest fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of you falling apart in her hands. You were so much more unbelievably stunning, intoxicating, and wrecked beneath her. No girl she's ever fucked before has gotten her this worked up. It was taking everything in her not to ruin you completely. She didn't want your first time to be too intense.

Her fingers worked you open with ease, curling inside you as her mouth traced a path of heat across your skin. She kissed and sucked at your neck, her tongue dragging along your collarbones before moving up to your jaw, nipping just enough to make you whimper.

But her favourite spot was the crook of your neck, right above your right collarbone, where she latched on and sucked hard, marking you. The second she did, you dug your nails into her back, moaning her name so loudly she knew the whole floor would hear but you were completely fucked out of your brains to even care.

You could feel Alexia’s smirk against your skin as she heard you moan out loud. She positioned her hand differently now so not only was she thrusting into you with two fingers, she was also rubbing your clit with her thumb. It was driving you insane.

Your thighs instinctively clenched around her hand, trying to slow her down as the pleasure was getting intense and you were growing sensitive. But Alexia wouldn’t let you control the pace or her movement. She pinned your hips down, forcing you to take everything exactly how she wanted.

“Take it,” she gritted, lips brushing against your ear. “If you try to press your legs together again. I swear to god I’ll stop right now.”

You acquiesced, trying to not fight the urge to clamp around her, desperate to get that orgasm. Alexia smiled as she pumped her fingers faster, readjusting her position and pressing her palm flush against your clit. Each thrust of her hand sent waves of pleasure crashing all throughout your body. The knot in your stomach coiled tighter, unbearable now, your entire body tensing.

Your roommate knew you were close, judging by your stuttered breathing and the way you were clenching tightly around her, but she knew she couldn’t let you cum yet. Not while she’s had the pleasure of letting you live out your fantasy.

Alexia pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you throbbing and empty and before you could even think to complain, she hooked her arms around your back and lifted you effortlessly. A small gasp escaped your lips as she shifted you back onto her lap, holding you steady against her hips, exactly where she wanted you.

“Ride me,” she said, her voice low and commanding. Her hands settled on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin, grounding you. “Show me what you want to do to me.”

With your desperation to cum, there was no hesitation left in you. You nodded eagerly, obediently, as you squatted above the strap, your thighs trembling with anticipation. You hovered just above it, adjusting your position, but even as you took control of the movement, Alexia never relinquished her dominance. Her fingers tightened around you, her presence overpowering, making it clear that even though you were on top, she was still in charge.

You bit your lip, carefully making sure that you were lined up, but Alexia was growing impatient. With a strong grip, she held you steady and thrust upward, burying herself inside you with one smooth motion. The sudden intrusion knocked the breath from your lungs, your balance wavering as you instinctively grabbed onto the headboard for support. The head of the dildo pressed deep, almost kissing your cervix, causing you to curse and shut your eyes at the sensation.

You took a deep breath before lifting yourself slowly, feeling every inch of her slide against your walls, then sinking back down, your movements cautious at first.

Alexia watched you, her eyes dark and hooded, her grip possessive as she guided your pace. But it wasn’t long before her restraint wavered. As soon as she saw you settle into a rhythm, she met you halfway, thrusting up in perfect sync, pushing deeper, filling you more completely.

Your moans spilled freely from your lips as your body surrendered to her, the stretch overwhelming but intoxicating. “Fuck,” you gasped between gritted teeth, your nails digging into her skin as you kept balance. “You’re so big.”

Alexia smirked, dragging her hands up your sides before pulling you down harder onto her length. “Yeah?” she taunted, her voice thick with amusement and desire. “Too big for you?”

You could only nod, barely able to think, barely able to breathe, as she took back every ounce of control you thought you had. “Yeah, but it feels so good.” You said breathily. Even if you were already getting a bit winded, you knew you couldn’t stop now. Not while your orgasm was slowly building up inside you again.

Alexia moved one of her hands from your waist up to your breast, squeezing your plump breast firmly. She squeezed again at the sensitive bud of your nipple causing you to moan out again. She moved her hands back to settle behind you before she quickly sat up so that she could suck on your breasts while you continued to ride her.

The shift in her position caused the silicone member to curve into you, now pressing and grazing your sensitive spot with every bounce and thrust. Paired with the sensation of Alexia’s tongue skillfully playing and flicking against your nipples, it was surely sending you closer and closer over the edge.

You moved your hands to Alexia’s shoulders, giving you better mobility to ride her, breasts practically bouncing in front of Alexia’s face. She chuckled, sensing your desperation. She sat back up again, holding you upwards to keep your balance.

“Fuck, Ale,” you said, voice whimpery and erotic. You sounded almost obscene. “I’m so fucking close.”

Alexia moaned at the sound of your broken plea, her own arousal spiking as she felt the way you moved against her, grinding down harder, chasing your release with reckless abandon. “I know, baby,” she husked, her voice thick, hands tightening on your hips. “Just a bit more. Be good for me.”

You obeyed, but it was barely conscious — your body was on autopilot, instinct taking over as you rode her with increasing urgency. You felt yourself clench around her, your hips stuttering as the orgasm was slowly building up, causing you to clench. Thankfully, Alexia never loosened her grip. Even as your strength wavered, she held you firm, guiding you through it, her own body rising to meet yours. The shift in control was subtle but absolute; your arms wrapped around her tightly, your forehead pressing against her shoulder as you let her take the lead, her strong hands dictating your pace, her hips rolling upward, filling you over and over until you were unravelling completely in her hold.

Your moans grew louder, almost obscene and pornographic, echoing off the walls in a way that made Alexia smirk. If you kept this up, you’d both be getting a formal complaint from the condo association by morning. Alexia shushed you. “Cariño, I know it feels good but you need to quiet down.”

“Can’t–” you muster to say out, still moaning. Alexia groaned, torn between wanting to hear every filthy sound you made and knowing she had to shut you up before the neighbors got an earful. Thankfully, she got an idea.

“Baby,” she murmured between gritted teeth, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that made you jolt. “Why don’t you bite my shoulder?”

You shivered at the suggestion, barely processing her words but nodding anyway, too far gone to argue.

“So no one gets mad at you for being such a good girl and riding me, yeah?”

That was all it took. You latched onto her shoulder, hesitant at first, lips parting against her sweat-slicked skin. But then she snapped her hips up harder, gripping your waist and bouncing you with ease, using her strength to fuck you onto her strap. The sudden onslaught made you lose control. Your teeth sank into her skin, muffling your moans into the muscle of her shoulder.

Alexia groaned out but the sting of your teeth pressing against her skin didn’t stop her or slowed down her pace. The pain felt like a motivation to get you where you needed to be. It didn’t take long. Alexia could feel by your shaking legs and the tightness of your grasp and the breathy moans you were exhaling into her skin.

“Come on, baby,” she rasped, voice strained as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “Give it to me.”

With only a couple more deliberate thrusts that pressed against your sensitive spot, you came undone, practically melting into Alexia’s arms.

It was a great idea for you to be biting against her or else your moan would have been heard throughout the whole building. Alexia held you through it, her hands steady, her grip firm, prolonging your pleasure as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride it out. When your body finally sagged against her, she stopped the slow thrusting and wrapped her hands around you to form a hug, rubbing your back as she allowed you to breathe heavily against her skin.

You unlatched your mouth, a string of saliva forming from her shoulder to your mouth. You wiped at it sluggishly, still breathless, still full of her as she had not pulled out of you. Your forehead pressed against hers, the intimacy of the moment settling between you both.

“I forgive you,” you murmured, your voice hoarse, breath still uneven.

Alexia blinked, still coming down from the high. “Huh?”

“For stealing my charger.”

There was a beat of silence before Alexia burst into laughter, her breath mingling with yours as she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

You hushed her, planting your lips on hers. "You still gotta make up for the seven or eight more you lost." You teased.

"I'll make it up a hundred times over if I have to." Alexia responded, a smirk toying on her face. "Just make sure you can take it."

It was gonna be a long night.

a/n: i feel like this is identical to all the other strap fics i've written but idgaf at least im writing again!!! anyway, still working on the longer fic and working on other ideas for shorter Alexia fics. i hope you guys still liked this AAAAAAA pls be nice

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[ineedpaigebuckets]

(fake) roomie

an: pt 2 to "like gravity" where azzi and paige fall into a little more affection than they're used to

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after her and paige's little conversation, after the first day of camp, it hit her—this tight, anxious feeling curling low in her stomach.

she wasn’t nervous about playing with older girls or being the youngest one out there. she wasn’t scared of messing up a drill or looking like she didn’t belong.

no, what she wasn’t prepared for was paige bueckers.

paige was… everywhere. loud in the most natural way. funny without trying. she lit up a room just by walking into it. people were entranced with her like gravity had made an exception just for her.

and azzi got it. she really did.

but what she didn’t get—what she didn’t expect��was that no matter how many people circled around paige, laughing at her jokes, pulling her into conversations, trying to keep her attention, paige always managed to find her.

it started subtly. paige would slide into the open seat next to her while watching film, even if there were others open. she’d show up at lunch with an extra gatorade, like she just happened to grab two. she’d lean in during stretches to whisper something stupid in azzi’s ear just to make her laugh.

they weren’t roommates, but they may as well have been. most nights ended the same—with one of them climbing into the other’s bed, sharing a snack, legs tangled in a blanket, paige’s ipad balanced on a pillow between them.

paige flopped onto azzi's bed at night like she belonged there, always with something to eat—chips, pretzels, a sleeve of cookies. they’d sit shoulder to shoulder, legs overlapping under the blanket. their feet would brush. their knees would bump. and when they both reached for the last pretzel and their fingers touched, neither of them moved.

azzi told herself it didn’t mean anything.

but paige had this look in her eye sometimes—like she knew something azzi didn’t know how to verbalize.

one night, paige rolled over and propped her chin in her hand. she down at azzi.

“bet you can’t do ten pushups with me on your back.”

azzi raised a brow. “you wish.”

she barely made it to six before collapsing. paige was giggling against her spine the whole time, her body warm and solid and heavy, arms hooked around azzi’s shoulders like a koala. azzi rolled over and paige didn’t get up right away. they just laid there, tangled on the floor, both of them breathing hard, laughing harder.

paige grabbed her phone and snapped a picture right as azzi tipped her head back, mouth open in a full, unguarded laugh. her cheeks pink, her eyes closed, her smile bright and real.

later, paige put it on her private story.

“my (fake) roomie 💗”

azzi saw it and didn’t say anything, but the warmth in her chest lingered long after.

after that, the touches felt different.

paige’s hand on her back stayed a second too long. their legs brushed during drills and neither stepped away. her pinky started hooking around azzi’s during warmups—casual. casual. until it wasn’t.

one night night they were watching a movie, something dumb and old playing on the ipad. azzi was halfway through a bag of gummy worms when she felt paige’s pinky graze hers.

she should’ve moved. she didn’t.

instead, she curled her pinky around paige’s—just barely. just enough.

the room felt quieter after that. not awkward, just… heavy. charged. their pinkies stayed like that the whole movie. connected, barely.

azzi’s heart beat loud in her ears, but neither of them looked away.

she told herself it was just paige’s energy. she was like that with everyone, right?

but no one else made azzi’s stomach flip just by looking at her. no one else made her want to sit closer for no reason. no one else made her think about how soft her hoodie looked or what her neck smelled like when she leaned over to grab something.

no one else looked at her like that.

that night, paige was flipping through her camera roll, telling a story that azzi wasn’t fully listening to. then she stopped. her voice quieted.

“i think this is the prettiest picture i’ve ever seen.”

azzi leaned over. “of you?” she teased, pointing to the next photo—a mirror selfie of paige holding up her ipad like a trophy.

paige shook her head. smiled. tapped back to the other photo.

“no,” she said softly. “of you.”

azzi's breath caught in her throat. something about the way paige looked at her right then—gentle and sure, unbothered by the silence—made her throat close up.

later that night, when they were stretched out on the bed talking about random things—college, the wnba, their favorite cereals—the conversation shifted, softer.

they started talking about the future, azzi went silent. she looked at paige for what felt like an eternity.

then, almost whispering, she said, “i’ve never really liked anyone like this.”

paige turned her head toward her, smile slow and steady.

“me neither,” she said, eyes locked onto azzi’s like she was afraid to blink.

her hand was close—unbearably close. she let her fingers hover just over azzi’s, not touching, just waiting.

and then they moved, somehow at the same time. slowly, like gravity had taken hold of their shoulders, tugging them forward inch by inch. the air between them felt thick, charged—like it had weight. paige could hear her own breathing, shallow and shaky, feel her pulse fluttering in her neck. azzi’s eyes flicked down to her lips and back up again, wide and unsure.

and then—inch by inch—the space disappeared. their heads tilted toward each other without a word. noses bumped first. too fast. azzi laughed, breath shaky against paige’s cheek. it made paige laugh too, nervously, quietly, and then without thinking, she leaned in that final bit and kissed her.

it wasn’t perfect. it was awkward. their mouths didn’t line up right at first—azzi tilted too far to the left, paige a little too fast—too much angle not enough pressure. paige tilted again. azzi adjusted, and somehow it still landed. not perfect, not practiced—but warm. real. azzi’s lip caught on paige’s for a second before she kissed her again, more certain this time. her hand slid up, resting on paige’s chest without even thinking. just trying to feel something steady.

the kiss lingered just long enough to say something. not everything, not yet—but something honest. something wide open and new. paige smiled into it without meaning to, the way you smile when you realize you’ve just crossed a line you’ve been staring at forever. azzi kissed her back, gentle and shy, like she was still deciding if this was allowed but didn’t want it to stop.

paige’s knee slipped between azzi’s for a second before she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. their foreheads bumped.

azzi’s chest was rising fast. her fingers clenched in the blanket, her whole body warm. not embarrassed. just lit up.

they didn’t say anything. didn’t need to.

they watched the rest of the movie without paying attention, barely apart. their pinkies linked again, automatically this time. like muscle memory.

they didn’t talk about what it meant. but they didn’t ignore it either.

it felt like their whole world had been electrified, and neither of them knew how to stop it.

⸻

p 💗:

u left one of ur socks in my bed

we’re officially married now

az 💗:

oh no

guess this means i have to do ur laundry now

p 💗:

yes

and give me back rubs and bring me snacks during film

wife responsibilities 😌

az 💗:

ur annoying

but i’d still do it

p 💗:

i knew it

u love me 😏

az 💗:

shut up

p 💗:

nah

i’m busy thinking about ur laugh

az 💗:

???

p 💗:

when you face planted trying to do a push up with me on your back

top 3 moments of my life

az 💗:

u were NOT light

also you moved on purpose i know you did

p 💗:

maybe i like being on top of you

az 💗:

ur actually insane

p 💗:

nah i just like my fake roomie

az 💗:

okay well stop flirting

i'm blushing

i'm trynna sleep

p 💗:

not my fault you keep looking at my mouth when i talk 🤨

az 💗:

i do NOT

p 💗:

you do

every time

lean in a lil too close

az 💗:

maybe ur just magnetic

p 💗:

maybe u like me

az 💗:

maybe i do

maybe i don't know what to do with that

p 💗:

that's okay

i'm not going anywhere

but just so u know i'm thinking about u tonight

hard

az 💗:

u suck

goodnight p

thanks for making everything feel... less weird

p 💗:

never weird

just us

sweet dreams az

⸻

[starkwlkr]

banned pt. 2 | charles leclerc

welcome everyone to banned pt. 2 ‼️ in this fic, ruby is 7 and mathéo is 3 and making their ig debut, introducing the schumi kids, mikey and demri <3

It had been years since Ruby introduced herself to social media. Everyone loved her and loved how funny she was. No one ever thought they would get another ‘Ruby goes on social media’ video since Charles had stated multiple times that she was forever on a phone ban. All it took for Charles to give up his phone was a couple of drinks and a distraction from Lorenzo and Arthur who had dared him to jump into the pool.

This time, Ruby wasn’t alone. She had her brother Mathéo with her so the media got to see two Leclercs mess around.

It was a Pascale’s birthday and the family had decided to surprise the mother with a cake and gifts. The Schumacher’s were also invited so Mikey and Demri were hanging out with the Leclerc children. By the end of the night, almost everyone was giggly and singing random songs every now and then.

The kids had just taken a bath after spending most of their day inside the pool. Ruby had come down from her room and saw Charles starting to empty his pockets onto the table.

“Charles! No!” Y/n laughed as Charles was debating whether or not to take his shirt off.

“Jump in fully clothed!” Arthur yelled as Carla tried to get him to shut up.

“Okay.” Charles replied, but before he jumped in, he grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her to the pool. She had no choice but to jump in as well.

Ruby saw Charles’ phone and quickly ran to get it before anyone saw her. Thankfully they were all distracted by drunk Charles. She ran back up to her room where Mathéo was playing on the IPad.

“Théo! Look!” Ruby showed the boy what she had in her hands. “Want to make a video?”

“Does it have games?” Demri asked, following her best friend.

The boy nodded and put away his IPad where he had found it. Ruby and Mathéo were completely different from their personalities to the way they dressed.

Ruby unlocked Charles’ phone and clicked on the instagram app. The first post that she came across was not her mother’s like last time. It was a family picture that was taken yesterday posted on Arthur’s account. She immediately went to the comments and typed one herself.

charles_leclerc yo u snore 😂😂😂

“Ruby, I want to see!” Mathéo whined since his sister was not sharing like they were suppose to.

“That’s my papa’s name!” Mikey pointed to Mick’s username in Arthur’s instagram likes.

“Go get maman’s phone! She has the same thing!”

So the little boy stood up from the floor and ran to get his mother’s phone. Y/n had been charging her phone in her room so Mathéo knew where to find the phone. When he came back, he saw Ruby pointing the phone to her doll collection that had grown since Instagram last saw it.

“Ruby, how do I get the game you’re playing?” Mathéo asked as he handed the phone to his sister.

Ruby sighed and set the phone down on her bed. “It’s not a game, Théo! Look, it’s this one.” Ruby opened up the instagram app on Y/n’s phone and saw the same post she had seen on Charles’ phone. Her fingers accidentally made the screen go from Y/n’s instagram feed to the camera. Demri and Mikey gasped when they saw filters.

“Take a picture!”

“Wait! There’s funny faces!” Mathéo excitedly said and started to put filters on his face. “I want to show papa!”

“No! If you show papa then he’s going to take away the phone and then you won’t be able to play and he’s going to be mad with you and he won’t give you kisses and he’ll give me more kisses. He told me.” Ruby said.

paddockfashion “he told me” me when i lie

forzacha16 room tour when?

schumacherlegacy this is so unexpected i love it

“I can show you papa’s trophies. Um, you have to be quiet because Uncle Enzo and his girlfriend and Auntie Carla and Uncle Arthur are here. I helped maman with grand-mère’s cake and it’s pink and I drew a heart and she loves it.” Ruby had a habit of talking about one topic then talking about another.

“My papa has a room like that too. But his has more because he said my opa’s trophies are in there too. He has a lot. I counted them the other day and I counted a lot.” Mikey explained.

“Where are you going?” Mathéo asked, still holding his mother’s phone in his hands.

“I’m going to papa’s trophy room.”

totowolffisadilf of course charles has a trophy room

gosports44 WHATS HIS CREDIT CARD NUMBER

nomichaelno tell charles to follow me on tiktok

“TikTok? My maman has TikTok.” Ruby said as her and Mathéo walked to the end of the hall where Charles kept all his trophies and helmets in a room.

“Show my helmet!” Mathéo shouted as he pointed to a helmet that Charles had gifted him for his birthday.

“No,” Ruby simply said and pointed the camera towards all the trophies. “I wanted to show the helmets Dem and I have but they’re not here.”During the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had gifted Demri and Ruby matching helmets with their initials on the side. Ruby had hers in Mick’s house since she had taken it when her and Demri had a sleepover and forgotten it. “never mind this is boring. Uncle Pierre got me more barbies!”

She ran back to her room and dropped the phone. “Ruby! That’s papa’s phone!” Mathéo gasped.

“It was already broken when I got it,” Ruby picked up the phone and saw the comments and lightly gasped when she saw a familiar name.

pierregasly you’re still banned

pierregasly don’t break your papa’s phone

“What does that say?” Mathéo asked as he took the phone from Ruby’s hands.

“You can’t read, I can! It says listen to me and to give me two euros.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. I know how to read too!” Demri defended her friend.

“You can’t count, how can you read?” Mikey teased his sister.

yukisrestuarant ruby and demri stan until i die

formulasbitch gaslighting era

wagstyle i agree it says give her two euros

“Ruby? Do you have my phone?” The kids heard Charles shout.

“No!”

[missbutterworthless]

[i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.]

The lead singer of BOTB’s Season 4 projected underdogs, Arlo Beck of Penny Arcade, declined further comment in regards to the threatening of a member of the media when questioned about former band mate and fellow competitor, Seven Lawless of Soft Violence.

Further Info Under the Cut!

TW for mentions of addiction 🫶

Introducing Arlo Beck, lead singer of Penny Arcade, a pop punk band of humble origins known most for their musically delivered political commentary and their revenge anthems (it is of particular note that such anthems were not common in the Lawless Era, with the band leaning far more heavily into charged love songs. Which could mean nothing.)

Fun Facts!

Beck is an Aquarius!

According to an insider source, beyond singing, Beck is quite capable with the ocarina.

Beck is known to juggle at any and every opportunity, regardless of who may or may not be watching. (He is apparently rather talented as well.)

Beck is known for accessorizing with heart motifs, noted by a previous local publication to be a nod to fellow bandmate Rowan Hart.

Beck often carries a bottle of quick dry black polish for ‘manicure emergencies’. He is known to have addressed such emergencies while on stage after chipping a nail during a performance.

Beck is often cited as the source for Penny Arcade’s ‘gimmick’ of collecting loose change in collection bins during a dedicated song at every performance. The change is then matched and donated to queer and at risk youth. Beck remains firm that every member of Penny Arcade, past and present, is equally responsible.

Picture Easter Eggs and more Fun Facts!

Arlo is wearing a WWOD? bracelet in the pic! The band got together to make bracelets with Orion’s most recent catchphrase while waiting for filming to start. Arlo made his particularly fruity. He also made a keychain version for Orion.

The time on Arlo’s phone is a nod to MCx7. Seven is, well, 7. And Arlo is 1 & 2 because his initials are the first and second letters of the alphabet. Hence, 7:12.

Arlo’s initial tattoo utilizes the S in SD as an infinity symbol. He acknowledges it is cringy. And poetically tragic.

Not shown is his tongue piercing, which Orion chewed him out for getting because his tongue was swollen and his speech slurred for nearly two weeks!

As stated above, he likes to wear motifs of his band members! Because he is a doofus! Most common because it’s his daily accessories is a heart motif for Rowan, but he also has jellyfish pendants and vampire bite chokers for Iris and different color bee pins for Devyn depending on their hair color! Jazzy is represented in the case he carries his juggling equipment in, which he takes literally everywhere after she bought him one for his birthday years ago. He is currently racking his brain for what to do for August!

43 of the 57 missed calls on his phone were from Orion. He knows because Orion’s ringtone is I Don’t Dance from High School Musical 2.

He is heavily addicted to nicotine (to Orion’s chagrin) and became a functioning (for now) alcoholic after The Fight™️. Prior, he imbibed during social functions but never alone and never when he had plans. Up until the audition, he never partook in other substances but caved into peer pressure. Despite his snark and notorius RBF, he is a chronic people pleaser.

The eyebrow slit is a scar from slicing his eyebrow open in Lucy’s diner after crashing head first into the dish station and shattering a plate. With his face. The scar is almost entirely faded but he can no longer grow hair there. He’s actually really insecure about it and has considered getting the spot microbladed.

That’s all for now folks! I mostly wanted to share my art :) I adore @infamous-if and have been playing with Arlo as my MC since Day 1! He finally fully clicked in my head and after days of attempting to find a face claim or craft him in the sims I decided to crack open Ye Olde iPad and do it myself!

Please feel free to share any fun facts about your own Infamous OCs! Regretfully my friends stay firmly opposed to interactive fiction so I am starved for fellow Infamous fans

[justaweirdo1-blog]

Can you pass it?

Platonic? Tim drake x reader

Summary: an encounter with robin leads to you offering a hit from your joint?

Warnings:stoner reader and stoner time drake, use of drugs, slight assault, curse words

This is my first ever fanfic and I’m not an expert on Tim drake I just know he is stoner coded fs, as am I and honestly the strain names are real and I have tried them. And I basically wrote this as if it were me smoking with Tim. Wrote this high too and did not proof read either so Hope you enjoy!

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Being robin was a tough enough job but to also have to juggle school and Wayne enterprises was more than what Tim asked for in life. But when you have a brain that functions the way Tim’s does you just kind of get used to the non stop thoughts and constant need to solve cases. Not to say he doesn’t desire a break every once in a while it’s just that he can never feel relaxed enough to take a breather.

That was until about 2 hours ago before his world changed.

He was out on patrol doing his usual rounds in his assigned quadrant when he spotted you, you were heading into a dark alley looking uneasy and suspicious and it was pretty obvious he needed to follow you to make sure you weren’t in any danger. When he got close enough he was able to recognize you, having been assigned partners for a science class. He didn’t know you that well since he had just transferred to Gotham high 2 months ago. He was already growing tired of it since he barely even attended school, truthfully he was ready to drop out .(Ik it’s canon in some comics that Tim drake drops out but correct me if I am wrong pls!)

But back to them, why would his lab partner be walking down an alley in a dangerous part of Gotham? He’s running over roofs to get to the one that leads to that alley and when he spots you he leans over the ledge to listen in on your conversation.

Honestly what were you thinking it’s almost 1am and you’re alone walking the streets of Gotham defenseless. You knew you should have invested in that taser your friend told you to get but at least you had some pepper spray left maybe about 2 sprays left. Pretty disappointing that you’re almost done with it considering all the bad encounters you’ve had before with goons or robbers who would do anything for money.

You always hated this part of being a stoner yes it’s fun to get high and all but the anxiety you get from having to buy from shady guys was definitely not worth it but you usual source wasn’t in town right now and you just had the worst shift of your life. So safe to say you really needed this right now.

As you walk deeper into the darkness just a faint light flickering in the corner of a building, you approach the man who you assume is the one selling? Honestly your not to sure but you had your heart set on this new strain it was something about bee jizz? And a Bugatti flavor. You could never get behind the crazy and yet unique names they came up with but it is exciting to pick flavors and see which one taste best.

Your heart is basically beating out of your chest and you could probably pass out from the anxiety you’re feeling right now. But you suck it up because you have been looking forward to this all day and you already placed an order at your favorite taco spot and made sure your iPad was fully charged so you were set for the night.

Deep breaths…. And you break the silence.

“Are you Jake?” The guy just nodded his head while looking you up and down. Oh no you thought to yourself please don’t try anything. He pushes him off the wall he was leaning on and asks what you wanted to buy while trying to close the space between y’all. “Please back up I’m just here to buy bud sir.” You made sure to sound serious and brave even though you were shaking inside.

Tim listening to you from above was ready to step in but stopped when he heard you were buying weed. It’s not uncommon for teenagers to try drugs even most of his hero friends had tried it at least once. He always turned it down because Bruce has a strict no drugs policy, plus he just never really wanted to try it since he had his coffee and tea as his source of getting through the day

“Yeah I’ll give you what you ordered but uh how about you give me your number first beautiful.” The dealer said as he took another step forward and tried to grab your waist. You stumbled back on some trash on the floor and almost fell before regaining your balance. “You can’t just grab someone like that it’s gross honestly!” You stated while giving him a look of disgust, he didn’t take that very well..

“Listen here bitch I sell to plenty of addicts and i know most are willing to do anything for what they want so stop being a brat and give in”

Geez could this guy be any more of an asshole? But having had the shittiest day already you were fed up with this jerk so you took matters into your own hands.

“Listen dickhead just give me the weed and I’ll give you the money and leave me the fuck alone.” You handed over the money just wanting to be done with this. But once again maybe this guy is just an idiot and genuinely has like only 2 brain cells and he tries to take a swing on you. “What did you say bitch?!”

Tim drops down into the alley ready to help you when you move sideways and hold out your foot and let him stumble to the floor as he loses his balance. Which surprised Tim, he didn’t expect you to act quick. You proceed to hold him down and rummage through his backpack to take what you came to get feeling so over this interaction. And you become even more upset when he didn’t even bring what you wanted.

“You didn’t even bring the right bud dumbass ugh. And I’m taking extra for the inconvenience.” You chuckle as you put the weed away in your bag. Feeling successful for the night .

“Woah you handled that pretty well.” You spin around so fast to see who just said that, when you lock eyes with robin. “It’s not my drugs I swear!” You say quickly knowing damn well you’re lying. “Oh really because that’s not what I heard” robin said getting closer and tying the dealers hands up before he could run away. “Well I uh- it’s helps me sleep okay” you say while trying to walk away. “Please don’t snitch on me like don’t tell Batman? I’ll even let you take a hit.” The sentence just leaves your mouth without a second thought and once you realize what you have said you immediately take it back.

“Omg did I just offer drugs to robin?” You say out loud and Tim just chuckles to himself. You just stare at him did you just make robin laugh?

“Ive never tried it “ he states looking a bit hesitant.

“Oh really like not even once?” You ask in a sort of curious tone. Tim paused he never felt the need to get high and has been offered hits from his friends many times before, so why did it sound so tempting when she asked if he wanted some?

He was thinking so hard he forgot he was having a whole conversation with his lab partner. “So is that a yes? You seem like you deciding on whether to say yes or no which I take as a yes!” He stares at you and sees how you’re a little excited he can’t help but smile at you.

He remains silent unsure of how to answer he doesn’t want to say yes for the image of robin but Tim drake doesn’t want to say no. “I won’t tell anybody if it matters I can keep this as our secret okii!” He keeps eye contact with you and knows you aren’t lying and it eases him maybe he should agree.

As you felt like he was about to turn down your offer he blurts out “I’ll agree but you really can’t tell anyone alright I’m trusting you with that.” He spoke in such a calm yet serious voice. “I promise robin” you said in a reassuring tone.

As you are heading out the alley ready to roll up as you make your way to the taco place you feel robin grab your waist and next thing you know your standing on the a random rooftop. “What are you doing?” Tim asked a bit confused.

“I’m headed to pick up some tacos I ordered I was gonna roll as we walked” you said so casually.

“Yeah there might be a problem with that “ he said gesturing to his robin suit.

“Ohhhh right right I forgot” you stood for a sec to think.

“Okay I can walk to the taco place to pick up my order while you get there with your grapple thing, and then we will meet on the roof right across the taco spot and we smoke before eating. Alright?”

He nodded his head in agreement “ okay but I could get us both there with my grapple if you want so you don’t have to walk and it’ll be faster?” He asked.

You nodded eagerly you got excited again the sooner you get there the sooner you can eat your food. And it was way faster you were there in 5 min, it freaked you out at first but then you got used to the swinging.

“Okay I’m gonna go grab my order I’ll be back and then we can light up”

He nodded his head as he watched you walk towards the taco place. When you return he can smell the tacos and his stomach growls loud then silence fills the air . You start laughing a little and you just see robin get a little embarrassed at the sudden noise that came from his stomach.

“Good to hear you are hungry because I got you some food too. You are probably gonna get the munchies after we finish .” You pull out the weed you just got and your grinder, you place the little nuggets in the container then placing the cover you begin to twist the circular object . Tim watching so intently at you methods and each step you take to make this. Then you pull out your rolling paper and start forming a cone carefully packing the grinded flower into the paper as you lick along the paper to seal the joint twisting the end.

You hold the joint between your lips softly while you pull out you lighter and use your other hand to cover the gustily wind. once you got it lit you take a deep inhale and hold it for a few seconds before releasing a cloud of smoke as you exhale.

“Here” you hold over the lit up substance to robin. He’s not sure exactly how to hold it and it’s obvious he’s never even held a cigarette. “Do you know how to do it?”

“No I don’t, I don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff.”

“That’s fine I’ll teach you, so put it between your lips and you are going to take a small inhale since it’s your first time I don’t want you coughing. Then when it’s in your mouth make sure to inhale it into your lungs so that it can take affect, then exhale slowly and you will see the smoke come out.” You watch as he does exactly as you said and notice how he reacts to seeing the smoke leave his mouth.

He coughs regardless but it wasn’t too bad. “Why can’t I stop coughing? Did I do it right?” You can’t help but giggle as you say “ I coughed my first time too but you get used to it and soon you won’t cough.”

“how do I know if I’m high? Will I feel it?” You nod at him and explain the euphoric feeling it gives you and the way you feel the world go silent.

“You will start to feel a bit of a rush in your head and then notice that time seems to be going slow but then you will be overcome with a wave of calmness. At least that’s how it feels for me, so relax and you will soon feel it kick in.” You smile at robin hoping he will help him ease his stiff posture.

And soon enough after a couple more passes between the vigilante and you, you see him slowly start to sway himself while letting out a giggle here and there. “I think I can feel it now” he turns towards you and he can’t stop his giggles which turn into pure laughter. “I don’t even know what I’m laughing for but this just feels funny I like it” he says.

“That’s good and I hope you’re hungry now because we have some of Gotham’s best tacos right here.” You begin to open the food and glance at robin practically drooling over the food. “Here’s your food! hope you like it!” And he absolutely fucks those tacos up and you have to say there were amazing as always. Y’all somehow end up watching a Disney nature documentary about bears which you were both so invested in.

Once you felt your high coming down you knew his would be coming to an end too, so you start packing up your stuff and look at the time on your phone and notice it’s 4am.

“Oh shit I need to get home like right now!” You had school in the morning and a very important lab test that you couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted to pass this class. “Are you coming down from the high because I was hoping you could take me home please!” You pleaded him.

“I can feel it going away did something happen? What time is it?” He checks the time and sees the time and also begins tot freak out because his patrol was now over and he forgot he turned off his comms so he hopes Batman didn’t check in on him which he knows is impossible knowing Bruce.

“Oh wow it is late I need to report back to Batman, but yes I will take you home first!” And after you tell him where you live and why you need to go home he couldn’t help but wonder why he never spoke to you sooner. You were funny and nice to be high with, he wondered if he should ask if y’all could hang out again.

You both land in front of your home it’s a lower class house a little outside the city. “I know you have to go but I wanted to say, I enjoyed your company tonight and if you ever want to get high again or not up to you we can meet up and I hope we can be even friends maybe?” You hoped he would say yes

“I had a good time tonight too it was my first time getting high and the tacos were so good it was like my tastebuds were enhanced and I could taste every ingredient. Oh and that documentary was amazing I can’t remember the last time I was relaxed enough to watch a whole movie in once sitting and I was so focused but the colors I liked the feeling.” He could keep going but he really needed to leave.

“So I take that as a yes to another sesh? “ he nods as you pull out your phone to exchange contacts, you tell him to text you whenever he wants to smoke and you’ll be there.

“Well bye robin see ya later?” “Bye”You wave to him before walking inside and as soon as you close your door robin is off to the bat cave and if hoping Bruce already turned in for the night. He knows this is impossible but he’s manifesting right now. Once he gets to the cave he sees Bruce in front of the bat computer like where else would he be.

So he tries to sneak behind and head up the stairs and as soon as he thought he was in the clear Bruce clears his throat and Tim freezes.

“Where did you go tonight? You didn’t answer your comms and you’re late. So what were you doing?” Getting questioned from Bruce whether or not he did something wrong always made him feel like the end of the world.

“Oh I was helping out someone and just got caught up I turned off my comms because I didn’t want to get distracted you know.” Bullshit he knows it Bruce knows it, there’s no way Bruce was buying this excuse and he had cameras all over Gotham he had to have caught him doing drugs. Tim starts to feel a bit weak in his knees how could he be so reckless what would be punishment no more robin? He was thinking of the ending possibilities of the worst outcomes.

“Ok just let me know when you’re turning off your comms so i know you’re fine.” No fucking way. No way Bruce believes him “oh okay I’m off to bed I’m tired i will write my report tomorrow. Goodnight” Tim slowly turned away hesitant as he headed up the stairs before Bruce spoke once more. “Oh and I would love to meet her when you are ready Tim.” B gave Tim a smile.

Then it clicked all. He stayed composed and shook his head as he continued to walk upstairs. He can’t believe it Bruce did see him with you but obviously didn’t watch long enough to see him get high. This is great for him although now Bruce thinks he has a girlfriend but he was fine with that as long as he got to smoke again and have an excuse to cover up this time.

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★ ・・・・・・★ ・・・・・

Part 2?

**Pls lmk if you like it my intention was platonic Tim x reader but if anyone wants them together I can totally make that happen. Pls know this is my first post and I love feedback but be nice pls!! **

[holdinbacksecrets]

how do you think svt would subtly let you know they have feelings for you? 🥺🫣 or how they’d confess?

first of all, my sincere apologies for taking a year to answer this… but a couple nights ago i woke up at 2am, scrolled through my requests, and yours ended up inspiring these voicemails. thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy 🖤

thank you @un-love for helping me assign these🫶🫶🫶🫶

voicemails seventeen leave you, hinting feelings

seungcheol: “hey…a lot was said last night…it’s important that you know how proud of you i am for opening up to me. it’s just…you have to know that… my home is yours for however long you need. there are clean sheets on the guest bed, but i know you prefer my mattress…we can switch- i just want you to be comfortable, not to worry about anything, ok? i hope i see you when i get home tonight. or if you want me to meet you at his—yours, i’d be happy to.”

jeonghan: “hey, are you ok? you looked upset last night, and i tried to show i noticed without… showing i noticed. you left earlier than i expected with lia, so i didn’t get a chance to ask. then hoshi was fucking wasted, so i was trying to get him home in one piece. let me know, please.”

joshua: “morning, let me know what time you’d like to leave tonight. the party starts at 8, but i don’t think it’s really going to start until 8:30. we could get dinner before if you want? and it’s ok if you forget a cardigan. now i keep one in my car in case we end up on a balcony.”

jun: “you’re probably freaking out, but your laptop is here. it’s fully charged. i can bring it to you. i know you have classes friday afternoon… if you use your ipad instead, come over after. i’ll make you dinner.”

soonyoung: “at this point, i need to keep your grocery store list on my notes app or something. it doesn’t matter where i am or what grocery store i find myself inside, i’m immediately wondering what you need. i end up getting things i know you’ll like… tampons too and those pads with the wings. i started keeping them in different bags i use because i never know which one i’ll have when i see you. i know it’s silly because you always have something with you just in case, but… i don’t know. i don’t want to be completely helpless. now i feel bad for my sister. is that weird? i never did this for her. i should have. i hope her boyfriend does.”

wonwoo: “i think you’re asleep, but i wanted to remind you to take another dosage of pain medicine when you wake up. it’s been twelve hours, and i know how forgetful you can get in that post-sleep haze.”

jihoon: “it’s so sunny here. i’m sending some to you for your birthday. missing your birthday… how the hell did that end up happening? i’m definitely not incredibly upset about it either… happy birthday. tell me all about your day when you get this. if i don’t answer, leave a detail in your voicemail” *whisper sings happy birthday*.

seokmin: “hey you. so i’m at the cafe, and i ordered a chai latte for you before realizing i didn’t know how much longer you’ll be. if it’s cold by the time you get here, i’ll order you another or see if they have a microwave. i think some customers are staring me down because i’m a single man occupying a table. please hurry. kindly. i say that so kindly.”

mingyu: “is it absolutely ridiculous to believe you… some part of you manifests in willow trees? i think of you, and i see one. it’s happened too many times to be a coincidence, even in other countries. i’ve taken pictures, so you have to believe me.”

minghao: “—you have to come with me next time.”

seungkwan: “do you want to be my date to my sister’s wedding? it’s not a big deal. i mean, it is, but i know how anxious you can get about things like this, so i want you to know it’s not a big deal… did you believe that for a second?”

hansol: “there’s going to be an indoor pop-up market two blocks from your apartment on saturday. i took a picture of the flyer through the car window, but it came out all blurry, and i’m running late for a schedule. this is a reminder for myself to make sure the details reach you. i also want to go with you if you decide to go… if you can go.”

chan: “can we change our friday night plans to saturday? i’m so sorry. my mom has an appointment, and i offered to drive her before my brain caught up and realized the day and time she’s scheduled. i don’t think i’ll make it back early enough, and i don’t want to leave her either, you know? she’s having a little procedure done. i want to be around just in case… because i’m worried about it. i didn’t think i’d be this worried. call me when you get this.”

bonus: “i’m around the corner from your place, and i have the tokyo hoodie with me. it’s your week, it’s freshly washed, so let me know if you’re home. i’ll drop it off.”

[seultied]

not just anybody - n.k

pairing: nakamura kazuha x fem!reader w/c: 941

synopsis: kazuha likes you, no, she loves you. but how can she tell you? and why was she acting like this. told from 2nd person pov

a/n: reader n kazuha r in college, lowercase intended, little angsty

kazuha loved you, obviously, who doesn’t love their friends?

today was like a normal day, you had came back from classes, back to you and kazuha’s dorm. per usual she had a friend over helping her study. she wasn’t the very best at understanding lectures. so there she was sitting with a girl, a dim light shadowed them as they went over some type of review.

“hey zuha.” you said, as you placed your bag down, slipping off your jacket and hanging it by the door. she looked up, wordless, then responding

“hey y/n, um— this isa.” she said, then looking away, the dark haired girl, isa, waved to you and they went back to whatever they were doing. you brushed off the dry response and went to your bedroom. she was studying, she had no time to make conversation. making your way to the bedroom you had dropped your bookbag and purse. your back against the your mattress. why had kazuha been acting so weird?

after taking a shower, changing into your pajamas and, finding a show to watch on your ipad, you watched the door to see if kazuha would ever come. she never did for all the minutes you watched. stopping the wait, you laid fully down and propped your ipad by your face as you fell asleep. and kazuha never came.

kazuha slipped into the shared bedroom, careful not to make any noise as the door creaks. her face scrunched at the sound, hoping it wouldn’t wake you up. she shut it behind her and looked at you sleeping figure. she took your ipad and placed it on your dressers, plugging in a charged and shutting off your lamp. she sighed before slipping under her on covers, mind wondering off into a bliss of sleep

“i dont know what to do! i barely see her anymore jen.. it’s like we’re not even friends anymore.”

“have you talked to her about it?”

“i dont see her enough to talk about!” you put your hands over your face in despair. she frowned at the thought of sounding insane because she was giving you attention, and maybe something was going on. but you’re her friend, you want to be there for her no matter what!

“look just talk to her, text her and tell her you wanna talk. you are never gonna get anywhere sulking about this on my bed, eating my food.” jennifer snarked at you. and as much as you hated to say it she was right, things would only go down hill if you didn’t know what was wrong with kazuha.

you opened your phone and hovered over her contact.

zuha

zuha can u come to the dorm

i js wanna talk pls

ok, On my way!

omw*

after texting kazuha, you bid jennifer goodbye and went back to the dorm. as you unlocked the door and rested your head against the front door thinking about what to say. why was she acting this way, what did you do? you breathed out and sat on the couch. collecting your thoughts, and how to approach the prompt of why she had been ignoring you.

kazuha felt her heart beating out her chest. what could you possibly want to talk about. she stood outside of the front door, taking a deep breath. then taking her keys and unlocking the door, shutting it behind her as she walked in. the tension was thick. she pursed her lips as she spotted your figure on the couch. she muttered a small hello before sitting on the opposing side.

all the words had faltered at the sight of her. you saw the way she played with her fingers, avoided eye contact, and her bottom lip never left her mouth. you took a deep breath out before starting.

“look— kazuha, i dont know what’s wrong. you’ve been avoiding me for days on end, i never see you when i get back to the dorm or even in the mornings. im just not sure if i’ve done something and-”

“you didn’t do anything.” her voice barely above speaking volume but loud enough to stop your words.

“huh?”

“you didn’t do anything wrong.” she spoke a little louder, bringing her eyes to meet yours.

“so why haven’t you talked to me? why have you been avoiding me?” you shot back, you just wanted a real reason. you watched as she swallowed, like she took something down she would’ve regretted to bring out.

“i like you— no i love you y/n. and i avoided you because i hoped maybe, maybe being away from you would make my feelings for you would go away, that maybe i wouldn’t feel the same if i started to ignore, stop talking to you, and just stopped seeing you. but every time you never left my mind. all the times i stayed out late to avoid seeing you, all i could think about was you. how much i missed you. i know it sounds like such a asshole move but i just didn’t want to do anything i regret, but i did.”

your eyes felt like they could feel a river with the tears that came over you. a thousands words could never describe what you were feeling in the moment. you stared into her eyes, hazed with confession, confusion, conflict, and cherish.

“i love you too, zuha.” you hugged her tightly, her arms were clueless on where to go. eventually they landed on your waist. you would’ve never let go if it was up to you. as you moved yourself back you stared into her eyes. you definitely loved her too.

[animalsalvationassociation]

Yo he actually turnin out pretty fly (ignore the differences in color for the line work, my iPad is at 7% so I can’t really keep going until it’s done charging, stupid low battery mode didn’t get turned onnnnn)

This week’s Octonauts post is gonna be late unfortunately. This weekend has been more than difficult for me and really just disappointing.

I guess that’s what happens when you’re the only one who cares about your job and taking care of your coworkers even tho they never take care of you. It’s great to be a people-pleaser huh?

Another reason for the late post is the fact that I forgot about actually drawing 2/4 characters I wanted to feature this week. I feel so bad because I literally forgot they existed. Poor Selva and Ryla, my baby girlsssss!!! Lol don’t worry I drew them yesterday it’s really just the matter of when my iPad will be fully charged again because it likes to take its time. So while I wait I guess I’ll make a post about it and watch FNaF VHS Tapes to pass the time :)

(Lemme know if these kinds of posts are annoying, I figured maybe some of you would like seeing little updates n’ stuff as well as the process of some of my posts, but there’s also some people who would rather just a regular post instead. So if you want share your opinions in the comments and I’ll do my best to go off of those suggestions in the future)

Here’s a cookie if you made it to the end of the post! 😘🍪

[sapphicmsmarvel]

modern au! competition

notes: in elains part i talk shit about The Exorcist. i’m sorry guys that movie is so so bad. Some of these are really short because i didn’t know how to elaborate LOL but yall will get the point. 

Azriel: 

This cranky bitch has beef with your kindle paperwhite. 

You took it everywhere, always made sure it was fully charged and loaded with books. You even used the app on your phone until one day you decided you would always carry your actual kindle with you everywhere. 

When he wanted snuggles and you were reading? You had pushed him away. Until one day, he’d had enough. 

It was a rough day at work, he wanted his girlfriend. He saw you on the couch, with your emotional support water bottle, his hoodie, fuzzy sock-clad feet and a blanket. And you were holding your kindle. 

He knew he wanted to join you in that cuddle pile, so he did. 

He took away your blanket which caused you to yell an indignant, “hey!” Then he spread your legs which had you saying “oh?” 

He rolled his eyes at your dirty mind and laid down on top of you. Your kindle was in the air, he laid his head between your boobs and snuggled in. 

Breathing in your scent, he hummed contentedly. 

He felt you shake with suppressed giggles, “you comfy?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes closing. 

“My big baby.” You said softly, kissing his head and running your nails through his hair. 

He didn’t need to look up to know you were still reading, just multitasking now. After all, that’s what the pop socket is for. Multitasking while reading. 

(get your heads out of the gutter) 

He loved how happy it made you, though. He also loved the sex that came from the books that you’d want to reenact. 

Cassian: 

don't get him wrong, he loves that you wear makeup because you love it. 

however that damn plumping gloss is gonna kill him. 

“It’s spicy!” 

“You’re being a baby, it’s minty.” 

“it’s fucking spicy!” 

It’s not his fault that your gloss is out to make him croak. He can’t help kissing you though, your lips look so plump and juicy, just perfectly kissable. And the gloss tastes like vanilla cupcakes until the spice kicks in. 

Rhysand: 

He's got beef with the sims. You’ll go missing for hours in your “cozy room” as you call it, and 9 times out of 10, he’ll walk in and see you hunched over like a cave creature playing the sims. It kind of scares the shit out of him because sometimes he’ll walk in on you like that, with a murder podcast playing on your TV. 

Eventually, he loves the game. Because he discovers that you can make your own families. You two have five kids in the sims, because even Sim-Rhysand is horny. 

Eventually he gets his own PC, he’s very excited. Owns and buys you all of the sims packs. 

Feyre: 

Your IPad. You do everything on that thing. Work, planning, reading; writing, even. It’s with you all day, sometimes all night depending on the activity you’re doing. You can’t stop playing candy crush or some other game. She’s fully pulled the IPad out of your grip before to cuddle.

She didn’t get it until you got her her own with procreate installed. And now you’re the one who has to pry her away. She, like Rhysand, has learned the naughty things she can do with her new hobby. AKA, lots of drawings of you. 

Naked, clothed. You two together being naughty. 

She’s learned to love the wonders of an IPad. 

Morrigan: 

fucking theme parks. In the beginning of your relationship she didn’t know how to feel, eventually she fell in love with them. She used to be against them because she hated being sweaty (who doesn’t) but with your help she was able to be comfortable and enjoy a nice theme park day with her girlfriend. 

You two are out of state disney pass holders. Taking random flights on random days for a day at disney. Flying in that morning and leaving that night. Or driving for a long weekend. 

Amren: 

her competition is concerts. you’ll go to any show at any time. Your friends favorite indie band is having a show with 20 dollar tickets? sold you’ll be there. 

She’s not a fan of intense crowds, mosh pits aren’t her scene. But if there’s an artist you wanna go see and your friends can't go? She’s buying you the tickets as an early birthday or christmas gift. She’s even used mother’s day as an excuse to buy you tickets. Or Veterans Day. 

And she calls you dramatic. 

Nesta: 

she genuinely doesn’t understand how you can play video games for hours. She does love it though because you’ll leave her alone to read while you play. 

You rarely play intense games, if you do you’re playing with friends and not some random lobby (because being a woman, a queer woman no less is not fun in random online lobbies). And that’s when you go into a different room because your friends and you are quite loud. 

But when you’re playing stardew valley or any zelda, mario game, or nintendo in general; you’re sitting by her. 

Your usual set up is you both on the couch next to each other, some asmr room video in the background and a few candles lit. 

She can even admit that your video games have awesome soundtracks. 

Elain: 

horror movies. you were a fanatic. On your first date you brought this up to her, nervous she’d be against it. She was all for watching them. She had never seen them, growing up her mother forbid her daughters from watching them. It didn’t stop Feyre and Nesta, however she was a bit of a rule follower. 

She thought it couldn’t be that bad. After all, they're fictional and the effects can be very cheesy. 

However, she hid that she was scared pretty well in the beginning and then when you two saw Jigsaw that killed her “street cred” with you. (her words, not yours) 

So after the intensity of Jigsaw, you had her watch The Exorcist, a movie you thought was ass but was a good movie to introduce her to horror with. 

She ended up thinking the movie was shit, too. But, it gave her a bit of a baseline to go off of.  

After that was The Conjuring universe, then The Paranormal Activity franchise ended up freaking her out in a good way. 

She liked watching supernatural, ghost hunters, and american horror story with you though! And she did enjoy the scream franchise as well as the scary movie franchise! 

She began to love them, and loved the adrenaline. 

She liked the idea of going to a haunted house during halloween, but it scared her a bit more. It was different with a screen in between her and the scare. 

Lucien: 

Your stuffed animal collection. You personified almost everything you owned (which made it a bitch to declutter when you knew you needed to; but you couldn’t stop imagining objects with personalities). 

He loved how passionate you were, how cuddly you always looked however: 

You’re supposed to be cuddling him!! Not a damned stuffed animal! 

Then one time, he came home after a long work trip and found you asleep on the couch, you were waiting for him. 

He found you hugging a fox build-a-bear with one of his shirts on it.  

How can he hate that? 

Eris: 

His own dog is his competition. 

The fucker will cuddle with you then give him a smug ass look like “haha she chose me, she dont want you.” 

He loved the immediate love you had for his (son) pet. And he reacted to you the same way. You two formed a bond, the dog would follow you everywhere around the house. 

His dog was supposed to be a hunting dog, then when you (mom) came into the picture, that’s when you began babying him and forbidding Eris from taking him hunting. 

“My son will not go through the mud! He’s a baby!”

“My love, his whole life’s purpose is hunting. He’s a hunting dog.” 

“His life purpose is being the cute snuggly idiot he is!” Said snuggly idiot was wagging at your feet with an expression on his face that Eris could only describe as a “you go, mom!” look. 

“What if he gets hurt?” Your bottom lip wobbled and he knew he couldn’t say no to you. 

You were sensitive when it came to animals. It was pretty easy to make you cry, you just had to look at the dog being cute and you’d start bawling. 

But, he loved waking up in the morning to you snuggled into him with his beloved (but an asshole) dog with you two. 

Even when the dog pushes in between the two of you in the middle of the night. 

Tarquin: 

Surfing. He can’t believe he’s competing with his own hobby. 

He introduced you to it, but you cannot stop. You spend hours out in the ocean, and he wishes he could be out there with you all the time. But he’s always working with the city's ocean conservation teams and is the leading man in marine biology in your city.  So he can’t leave the office a lot, but when he can, he does join you in the surf. 

You two began a surfing contest to raise money for ocean conservation too. 

[genericpuff]

The Kiss Bet Episode 172 - Hot Pot and Venting About How I Want My 70 Cents Back

Okay, look, this isn't a post I was expecting to make today but it's something that just happened and I have to fucking talk about, so let me preface this with some context.

I had to buy coins recently and because I switched to using my iPad for reading comics on, I got a "new reader" type deal from Webtoons for a coin bundle that got me like 100 coins for $5; because technically it was a 'new account' as Webtoons operates their in-game currency model on apps, not on actual emails (meaning if you use the app on an Android phone and then switch to an Apple iOS device, they're technically two separate accounts which you sync the reading data between via the account info linked via the email, therefore they have two separate coin wallets).

So with more coins than I knew what to do with, I decided to start FastPassing The Kiss Bet again, which I had recently stopped FP'ing around the S3 mark, as it's recently devolved back into the "will they won't they" trope, but instead of between Sara-Lin and Joe, it's between Sara-Lin and Joe's younger brother (the "true endgame") Oliver.

Now I don't mind the ship in essence. Joe was definitely not gonna be endgame, it was always gonna be Oliver, anyone who's read any amount of romance before - especially high school romances - knows how this shit tends to go, and The Kiss Bet isn't exactly trying to be groundbreaking or subversive in any way, it knows exactly what it's about and what it's trying to accomplish.

But it's almost become a little too good at this. Because in playing the "will they won't they" game for so long with a character that we know is endgame, it's basically been weeks and weeks and weeks of-

That said, after I caught up on the recent FP episodes, it seemed like stuff was finally moving a little bit. We were finally meeting Oliver's mom and his stepdad who he has a fractured relationship with, Joe was finally getting with his true endgame girl, Vicky (who's totally not an exact genderbent version of Joe lmao) and Sara-Lin was finally realizing she had feelings for Oliver.

And then the newest episode came out, Episode 172 - Hot Pot and Venting.

CAUTION: FASTPASS SPOILERS FOR THE KISS BET OFFICIALLY BEGIN HERE!

Already I was a little petty over the title like "lmao ok clunky title but whatever". I swept it off as not a genuine criticism, just me being a nitpicking asshole over what's essentially Fluff: The Comic.

The episode cost 7 coins, which is about roughly 70 cents, albeit closer to a dollar for Canadian readers (here's something they don't tell you about Canada - our Monopoly game currency is just as fucked as it looks) and that's where I'm gonna get into my second disclaimer that I need to be perfectly clear about (and it'll be what we get more into later on in this post).

I understand the principle of paying for art. I understand fully that many of these webtoons are being produced on tight deadlines by creators who often can only afford 1-2 assistants, if any at all. I understand and fully agree that creators deserve to be paid for their skills, time, and efforts, not just as creators working on the hellsite that is Webtoons, but as artists in general who deserve to make a living the same as anyone else. Anyone who follows my stuff here knows I'm an artist myself so I would never debate the ethical necessity of paying artists for their work.

However.

I can say that, and also agree with the people who have stated in discussion circles such as on /r/webtoons that a lot of the comics that have started charging 7 coins have been suspiciously delivering less comic since. And it's not even so much in the literal panel count, the liquid volume of these comics have remained the same, but the calorie count has dropped significantly. Food metaphors aside, what I mean is that despite many of these comics maintaining their 40-60 minimum panel count requirement, they have in fact reduced the actual amount of content that happens in them, and The Kiss Bet's newest episode is a stark example of what I mean.

I am going to start by posting only post three panels - three panels that literally sum up the entirety of Episode 172 and what it chooses to spend its time on.

That is it. That is literally all that's established in this episode. I'd tell you to go read it yourself, but honestly, this is genuinely one of those rare times I can honestly say that a 40+ panel episode is not worth 70 cents and you'd be better off, and that's saying a LOT when these episodes are only priced at the cost of a gumball. At least Lore Olympus has entertainment in how bad it is most of the time, Episode 172 of The Kiss Bet is just nothing. You will literally get more substance and flavor from an actual gumball.

Literally every other panel in this episode is either repeating the same dialogue (Sara-Lin saying the same thing multiple different times to express how Oliver is holding her hand or how his stepdad is a dick) and then Sara-Lin and Oliver staring at each other. Over. And over. Again.

I am not joking. I did not cut anything out in that sequence. That is where the episode ends. Complete nothingburger, seemingly cut off right as it was just getting started like Cait Corrain's career.

Out of the entire episode, there were 45 panels. So I can safely assume Ingrid's minimum panel requirement is at least 40 per episode, that's me assuming the best that she didn't exactly meet her panel minimum at 45 panels on the dot.

Out of those 45 panels, there were:

Two actual unique backgrounds that weren't gradients or just a single piece of furniture

4 separate panels of Sara-Lin freaking out over Oliver holding her hand and wondering if he even noticed

10 panels of Sara-Lin staring at Oliver either dumbfounded or asking him to repeat himself (or apologizing over nothing)

5 panels of the characters saying nothing

11 panels of Sara-Lin repeating information in different ways that could have been accomplished in half that time

Two separate occasions of Oliver getting Sara's attention from off-panel, literally formatted the exact same way both times (and both followed by reaction panels of Sara-Lin staring at him dumbfounded)

Way too many panels of Sara-Lin blushing in response to Oliver being an asshole tbh like literally this guy's a douchebag, Joe may have been the "out of her league" love interest but at least he was nice and didn't treat Sara-Lin like someone who just bought a Husky as a "starter pet" ???

Again, I don't usually like being a dick about the coin costs, and I definitely don't like being a hypocrite in telling people they should pay artists for their work while simultaneously posting their paywalled content like this, but I think there does come a point where it feels more irresponsible for people to not be aware of what they're about to pay for and how little they're going to be getting. This episode is literally one of the best - and worst - examples of how far the romance genre has fallen on the platform - when it's not being overtaken and oversaturated by problematic series that romanticize abuse and sexual assault, it's being dragged to death with the most boring executions of tropes that everyone has seen before and is only exciting for anyone who's never read a book or watched a romance movie, period.

And here's the thing where I do approach a bit more "hot take" territory, but every time I see this argument come up about episodes not being worth the coin cost, I see others who rightfully argue that 70 cents isn't that much to pay for what you're getting - weekly episodes of work that are usually always delivered on time, with more panels than you would ever typically see in a free to read comic.

But here's where I take issue with that argument, as much as the principle of it is sound, it misses the overall point: readers are paying for entertainment first and foremost, so can anyone who's actually paying for regular refills on their app currency step away from this and truly call it "entertainment"? Nothing was gained. The comic had 45 panels to say something, anything, and managed to not even squeak out so much of a word. Even the silent moments have no substance, they just reiterate information that we already know.

Do we really need another panel of Sara-Lin blushing at Oliver? We've known for weeks now that she has a crush on him. Do we really need another panel of Oliver getting Sara-Lin's attention? What is this actually showing of their chemistry? What is being shown here that hasn't been shown numerous times - with and without dialogue - for weeks now? What does the comic have to show for itself after four seasons?

Another point of the "it's just 70 cents, don't be an asshole" argument that people seem to miss is it's not 70 cents. It's $1. Because if you want to buy a single episode of the Kiss Bet, you can't just pay for the individual episode in isolation, you have to pay for the coins first, and $1 is the absolute bare minimum you have to pay to get 10 coins, which will only pay for one episode of a 7 coin series - of which there are many now, basically any series that's 40 panels or more will cost 7 coins and, shocker, those are the series that WT will tend to promote most, you'll rarely see the 5 coins series in the banner ads, and that's not even getting into how there are more and more series cropping up that have 5+ episodes behind FP rather than the traditional three.

So if you're someone who's (almost definitely) keeping up with more than one series? You can't just pay the $1, you have to pay at least $5 for 50 coins, and that will NOT go far anymore or cut as evenly as it used to when just about every series is now 7 coins. Webtoons knows fully well what kind of game they're playing by making the new coin cost an uneven number while still offering increments of 5/10 in their coin bundles. They undoubtedly want you to be left with an uneven number so that you'll be easily lured into buying more coins so you don't 'waste' the uneven amount you have left that isn't enough to buy the episodes for the series you want to read. Obviously this is more speculation and not fact, but it's a common business model and with the series that have adopted the 7 coin count model (rather than starting off with 7 coins outright) such as The Kiss Bet and Lore Olympus, it's becoming abundantly clear that either the creators or the platform itself is encouraging these series to meet their panel minimums with as little content as possible in order to get more money out of readers who are barely even being drip fed actual entertainment and narrative progression, let alone spoon fed.

And then there's the waiting. The goddamn waiting. So many of these series guilty of siphoning their content off through a hose that they're deliberately standing on are designed intentionally with the most egregious cliffhangers in mind to keep their audience hooked so they'll undoubtedly FP next week. Do you know what that amount of waiting does to a comic? To its readers? First off, it artificially extends the actual pacing of the comic to make it feel longer than it is, when in reality, many of these plotlines are happening in a vacuum of very short bursts of time. Case in point, Lore Olympus is commonly confused for having a plotline that takes place over the course of months, when actually when laid end to end in order of cause and effect, many of its subplots - including the romance of Hades and Persephone - takes place over the course of days. This over-inflates the plotline's actual depth and, even worse so, it makes it harder for readers to keep up with information that's being delivered, as it often takes weeks for that information to actually go anywhere - so by the time it does, many readers have straight up forgotten about it.

It's absolutely not okay that so many of these kinds of series are normalizing literal slow burning for an audience who's paying to be entertained. It's not a "slow burn". It's just slow, and deliberately so. It's absolutely NOT FUN to follow a comic that does not go anywhere week after week. It's frustrating. And before long, it starts to feel like gambler's fallacy, where readers have to essentially gaslight themselves into paying into it more and more convinced that it has to pay off eventually, based on a promise that was never actually made, only assumed in good faith. And readers should not have to fill in the bulk of the content that isn't happening with their own imaginations, which is something that happens a LOT in these series that spend so much time on the characters just staring at each other and saying nothing. It's not 'plot' to just draw characters blushing and have your audience fill in the rest of it entirely on their own. This is certainly a technique in writing, but in the case of The Kiss Bet and other comics like it, it's much less of a valid technique and more just flat out manipulating your audience into falling so hard into the sunk cost fallacy trap that they don't notice they're being robbed blind by the plot that hasn't actually happened - and they've been paying for that financial and emotional robbery out of their own pockets and brains every step of the way.

Again, I do not care about the coin cost in and of itself, seventy cents IS still an incredibly cheap price for weekly updates of a series that has to put out so many panels each week. But as a reader and a customer, I should not be leaving these updates with less information than what I started with. And I'm someone who's incredibly old school by webcomic standards, there are comics that I follow that have updated 1-2 pages a week for over a decade that manage to do more with their limited pages than Lore Olympus and The Kiss Bet manage to do after entire hiatuses filled with pre-production time.

Why does this page of Alfie manage to move both the intrinsic plot of the titular character as well as the external plot that's going on around her in one page made up of 5 panels better than what The Kiss Bet can do in 45?

Why does this page of Tamberlane manage to convey more information about the world's lore and the people in it in a way that's emotionally driven and clearly affecting the characters without outright info-dumping than what Lore Olympus has managed to spit out onto its plate since S3 started over a year ago?

How does Tales from Alderwood manage to be more entertaining and convey more meaningful storytelling through its characters in a single page consisting of zero dialogue than what The Kiss Bet can convey in its silent panels of staring, blushing, and repetitive stuttering?

Why are the creators who are relying entirely on their own efforts, resources, and ability to generate income through community interaction and support putting out better work with less panels and on slower schedules for FREE than what we're seeing from professional creators on a professional publishing platform who are being paid to do this as their job?

There's this saying in the tattooing industry: good work isn't cheap and cheap work isn't good.

At this point, 70 cents is not a 'bargain' as many people like to argue in defense of the creators. And while I do want to have good faith in the creators who don't pull this shit, the creators who clearly go above and beyond to do what they do in the pursuit of storytelling and polishing their craft to be the best piece of work that it can be - the comics that are worth paying 70 cents and beyond for - are not the comics that Webtoons is promoting to people. The creators of the works that genuinely deserve more than 70 cents per update are being left to fend for themselves without support from the platform, while those that aren't worth the price of even a flavorless gumball are consistently winning the Wonka Golden Ticket lottery.

The cost of 70 cents is relative. For some works it's a genuine bargain. For others like the The Kiss Bet and Lore Olympus, 70 cents is not a "bargain", it's not a "good deal", it's exactly the value of what you're paying for - cheap work that isn't good.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

My total travel time today, including bus, plane, train and waiting around in the airport, is going to be about nine and a half hours, plus I have a fully charged iPad. Which of my WIPs should I reread to give myself a refresher?

[lazymonth]

Neg-rant.. again.

Ok, I know I'm right now taking the risk that someone or something mayybe not like me, because of this rant I'm about to say, But I really need to take it out of my mind and hope you guys will understand this, thank you.

It's about my Wøndergotten ask blog. Nothing much. I know that big power comes with big responsibility, and I decided to open this ask blog knowing that it'll come with a lot of work.

The wall of text

But sometimes.. sometimes I just feel.. tired. Don't get me wrong! I still love to reply to an ask and tell a story! I love when you guys are interacting with the characters. It's really lovely, but sometimes when I just finished to reply one asks and thinks like " Ok! It's done now, there's just a few left 😄 ". And then, there's a new ask coming immediately... And then I was like " Oh.. "

Sometimes it's like I'm done with work but the new one just slaps my face. Often, I only draw to reply ask and can't actually draw what I really have in my mind. I can't even start drawing what I want to draw after I finish a ask because my iPad can only live for around 6-7 hours before it runs out of battery. And I'm using those times I have to just only reply to the ask box. Which, it's probably 3-4 for a day if there's no the comics panel one depends on the topic. It doesn't sound a lot, but I think the artist knows that it's taking time to produce art. I'm trying to finish the reply as fast as possible by using a short cut like trace over my own art to save time ( and try to maintain the quality of the blog). But,, it still takes time.

It's becoming a cycle for me.. Reply to ask, charging the iPad, and back to reply ask again. And when I decide to take a break and draw what I actually want to draw. I still can't be fully relaxing because I feel worried about the ask I still have left. It's because I know how much people are excited and waiting for me to reply. And I don't want to make them keep waiting for too long. I'm worrying that they'll think I'm ignoring them! Like, I don't! I just wanted to do something else right now 😫 I think if you guys following both of my account will see that the day I didn't reply ask is the day that I'm dropping big art or something here.

I also don't want my ask box to be overflow with asks either, because I know it'll give me a shit ton of stress that a lot of people are waiting for me to reply to their ask right now. For all this time since the opening of the blog, I'm trying to manage it to have maximum at 6 ask. Like, I feel that's the max I can have in my ask box, and I need to reply to it before it's becoming overflow or something.

... There's probably enough rant for me. I honestly feel guilty to talk about this because I'm just having a big break and didn't get asked for a week. It's time for me to relax, and now I'm back to work.

Well, I hope you guys understand all of this. I still receive ask as usual, and I'll try my best.

Thank you.

[pitaficionado]

Powerful Changes V

Over the next few days, every time Manuel told me he was heading to the gym, I felt a spark of intrigue that seemed to grow with each passing hour. I’d watch him as he grabbed his gym bag and pulled on his workout clothes, each gesture making me more aware of the little shifts that had taken place in him recently. The way he tied his sneakers, the quick flex of his arms as he threw his bag over his shoulder, the confident set of his jaw—all of it seemed to carry a new intensity.

I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe he wasn’t just at the gym during those three-hour stretches. Was he meeting Bobby somewhere? The images from his phone played through my mind—a reminder of the easy familiarity in their messages, the way Bobby seemed to know him in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I pictured them together, meeting up in some hidden corner or perhaps a quiet place away from prying eyes, their time slipping by as intensely as those texts hinted at.

I could almost see them, Manuel’s broad frame towering over Bobby’s athletic build, the kind of chemistry between them that couldn’t be mistaken. And as much as it stirred a gnawing curiosity in me, it also tugged at something deeper, a feeling that only made me want him more fiercely. It was impossible not to imagine the details, wondering if those three hours were spent testing the limits of each other’s desire, indulging in what they’d hinted at so openly.

Each time he announced he was headed out, that curiosity grew sharper. My mind was caught between wanting to know exactly what was happening and, in a strange way, not wanting to know at all, as if both possibilities—the truth and the mystery—had equal power over me.

One morning, lying in bed after Manuel had left, I felt a restless energy humming beneath the surface. The silence of the room, still faintly scented with his cologne, made my thoughts all the louder, circling around the unanswered questions I kept holding onto. And then, suddenly, a flash of insight struck me: Manuel’s iPad. I’d almost forgotten about it, gathering dust on the bookshelf next to his dresser, largely untouched since he’d started using his phone more and more.

If his iPad was synced to his messages, it could hold the same conversations he’d been sharing with Bobby and all the others. The realization made my pulse quicken. It was right there, a way to peel back the layers, to finally understand what was drawing him so fully outside the lines of our relationship. The idea gripped me, both unsettling and oddly exhilarating, as if this small device held the answers to everything I’d been wondering about.

I found myself sitting up, the sheets pooling around my waist as I stared at the dresser, imagining the iPad in my hands. Could I really bring myself to look? Even as I hesitated, the curiosity was overpowering, filling me with a strange, heady mixture of nerves and resolve. The pull of knowing felt irresistible. I could feel my heart pounding as I slid out of bed, each step toward the dresser charged with a thrill I hadn’t expected, and I wondered just how much I was about to uncover.

As I waited for the iPad to charge, the minutes seemed to stretch endlessly. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but a part of me questioned whether I was about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. I sat there, my fingers lightly tapping on the edge of the desk, every thought swirling in my mind. Was this really something I wanted to do? Would uncovering the truth give me peace, or would it only tear open something I wasn’t ready to handle?

I knew the messages would be there—those same conversations, those little windows into Manuel’s secret world—and as much as part of me wanted to dive in, another part hesitated. What if seeing everything, reading the words, seeing the pictures, shattered something between us that I couldn’t put back together? Was I willing to lose the feeling of security I’d once had with him for the sake of this unbearable curiosity?

The iPad glowed faintly, a soft promise of answers, and I realized I was already too far gone. The decision had already been made in my mind, even if I hadn't fully admitted it yet. Still, the longer I waited, the heavier the sense of guilt settled in, as though I was standing on the edge of a precipice, knowing there would be no turning back once I stepped off.

When the iPad finally finished loading, it was almost too easy to guess the passcode—four digits, the same ones he used for his phone. My fingers hesitated for just a moment, but the instinct to know won out, and within seconds, I was staring at the home screen, my heart thudding in my chest. The messages app was right there, just as I’d hoped.

Once again, I scrolled through the conversation with Bobby. I realized that it seemed to go back much further than what I had seen in Manuel's phone. As I scrolled back through their earlier messages, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. Among the sea of texts and photos, one thumbnail stood out—a video. The screencap was enough to send a thrill through me. It was clearly a moment between them, Manuel and Bobby, locked in an intimate exchange.

The image in the preview was just a snapshot—Manuel, his back slightly arched, a look of complete focus on his face as Bobby's hand was clearly seen in the frame, gripping Manuel’s bicep as they were wrapped up in the heat of the moment. The intensity in their bodies, the raw connection that seemed to pulse even through the screen, left me frozen for a moment. There was no mistaking the intimacy, the closeness, the way they had shared something that felt not just physical, but emotionally charged.

I felt a mixture of desire and something darker swirl inside me, but my curiosity pulled me in, overriding any hesitation. My finger hovered over the play button for a long second, the urge to see them—see what they’d shared—growing too strong to resist. What would I see? How far had this connection gone between them? I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, but there was no turning back now.

I pressed play, and the video began to unfold in front of me. Almost immediately, the sound hit me, filling the quiet room with the deep, hushed tones of their voices. The dirty talk between them was raw, full of desire, and it flooded my senses as the video played.

Manuel’s voice, low and rough, was unmistakable, and hearing him like that sent a shiver down my spine. His breathing was heavy, and as I watched, he seemed to be lost in the moment, completely giving himself over to Bobby. "You love it when I flex for you, don’t you?" Manuel’s voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it that made it clear this wasn’t just playful banter—it was the build-up to something deeper.

Bobby’s voice responded, equally as intense. "You’re perfect, Manuel... every inch of you," he murmured. His words dripped with admiration and lust. The sound of his hand on Manuel’s body was audible—rubbing, gripping, touching with the kind of intimacy that felt almost possessive.

The camera angle shifted as they both adjusted, and the focus landed on Manuel’s pits—clearer now in the video than any of the photos. I could hear Bobby praising them, encouraging Manuel to show them off, the heat in his voice unmistakable. "God, your pits are fucking perfect," Bobby growled, his hand moving over them, lightly caressing the dark hair that was becoming more pronounced with each passing day. Manuel responded with a deep, satisfied groan, his chest rising as he flexed, letting Bobby have full access.

The video made it clear how much they were enjoying each other’s company, how much they wanted each other, how their connection had become not just physical, but intensely personal. It was electric, the kind of raw, untamed chemistry that made me feel like I was intruding on something that was theirs alone—but I couldn’t pull away. The sound of their voices, the way they spoke to each other, it all wrapped around me, turning the moment into something that I couldn’t escape.