#queeze

[epitaffia]

diavolo doing a complete 180° from wanting to murder trish & being terrified of her mere existence, to being overprotective & wanting nothing but the best for her.......& that's a Big If she wants anything to do with them, of course

[lycan-subscribe]

<- experiencing existential ennui

[skeletonzimms]

i personally am feeling it and i’m seeing a lot of other people feel like this episode made them like physically hurt/uncomfortable, and i really want to know how common it’s been.

please please elaborate in the tags on which option and how you feel !!

[exploring-in-space]

A friend last night told me that I look white passing and my brain almost stopped working. I even had to be like *wait what did you say?" Because, ma'am, I've never been mistaken as white once in my life

[katyspersonal]

Hahaha, this is accurate XD

@heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @val-of-the-north @jarognieva @bimbomcgee @lizteaart Please pass this queez too if you haven't yet, I want to know your results!!

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

[infinityonimmortals]

it's so easy to tell when my chili pepper addiction revives bc I will post damn near nothing original for months or leave tumblr entirely

[holyparadisenightmare]

Hi big daddy, its me. Your yummy mummy.

Please come home soon. I need some help carrying this great big belly. Do you want me to tell you about it? I feel so big and heavy. When i'm on all fours, its so hard not letting my belly touch the floor. My great big tits too. They're so full all the time. I need a big, hungry man to come help me. Sometimes I'll bearly queeze them and they'll shoot milk across the room. I'm so lucky.

But you know what I'm really excited about? Getting even bigger

[cinhomi]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Han Jisung x fem reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hard dom Jisung, angry sex (oopsie), unprotected sex (boo), slapping/spanking, a bit of manhandling??

a little something to excuse myself for the long wait. wrote it on the bus on my way home, might include some of these lines on my rockstar Ji fic

thinking about Jisung and his long wavy brown hair dripping with his sweat while he pounds into you. his necklace shining under the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, cross pendant swinging back and forth in the air colliding with his chest, you being hypnotized by it.

his lips are parted, voice usually silvery being now low and rough as he throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehead. he's been fucking you for hours and he doesn't seem to get tired. his grip on you is bruising, you're all sticky and dirty and honestly kind of mentally gone because of the past three orgasms. thinking about how his hard, pretty cock leaks inside you and it fills, it just fills all of you and you're so in love with the feeling that when he pulls out to edge himself you can't help but whine and plea him to just put it in again and sputter incoherent praises and declarations of love.

"shut the fuck up."

thinking about Jisung sliding his sensitive red tip between your puffy cunt after all his slapping and sucking, your slick making him slip left and right while he winches at the friction. your hands are now trying to grasp his snatched waist, broad muscular shoulders too far from your desperate hold. he cups your breasts and queezes them, smooth skin overflowing between his fingers that makes his eyes roll upwards. he goes all the way in once again in only one motion taking your breath away, slight stinging sensation deep inside you where he hits you faster, faster, faster. he fucks into you like he does with his fleshlight, holding you up by your hips and maneuvring you to his liking, making you meet his thrusts.

"am I fucking cute now? huh?" he asks you between sharp thrusts, a veiny hand that was previously on his guitar now pinching your clit harshly, "wanna squish my cheeks? wanna boop my nose and tell me 'm good? fucking tell me then." his condescending tone making you flustered, heat spreading on your face and limbs trembling because of shame. you shouldn't have said those things to tease him, but you really didn't know he could be something other than adorable during sex.

thinking about how he slaps the side of your thigh before circling your sensitive bundle of nerves again, waiting for you to follow his request... or maybe his order. you clench hard around him.

"s-so good Ji, feels good!" and he smirks, but he doesn't seem satisfied yet. another spank is set a bit lower, near your asscheek.

"'m sorry! sorry for saying that! you're hot and sexy and- oh god, please!!" you start tearing up as you feel him pull out again, his balls now resting on your wet core as his lenght stands up against him. he's panting, air feeling harsh inside his lungs but oh if it's worth it. thinking about how he cages your legs between his muscular arms to not let you move as he rubs himself on you, laughing at how you start crying because of the emptiness, because you were close, because he's being mean.

"next time think twice before running that little mouth of yours baby..." he slowly positions himself again looking into your eyes, an expression you've never seen on him before, "you don't know what I can do to you in bed. got it?"

and you don't know how, but he bottoms out slamming into you, and your fourth orgasm happens along with his. explosively, walls clamping down on him as your shiny release gushes all over him, a bit on his abdomen, a bit running down both your thighs, his hot cum flowing out of you as he throws you back down on the abused matress.

"don't underestimate me ever again." he's hoarse, still a bit mad, but he leans down to kiss your lips softly and caress your cheek before leaving one last hit on your right tit, enamoured with the way it bounces lightly.

[frostbitebakery]

Loud.

part one two three four five

“Why are you buttering me up, Master?” Obi-Wan signs, taking another careful sip of the cookie shake.

Master Tholme unfolds his hands on the table, cane resting against his leg. “Because I understand that you might not want to participate in this mission,” he signs back. It must be one of those days where he doesn’t want to talk. Obi-Wan understands and lets the silence engulf them. “But the Council and I feel that this is where you need to be.”

.

“Master,” Obi-Wan signs and bows.

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”

It’s not the first time he’s seen Qui-Gon again after Melidaan’s parting gift almost killed him. Of course they’ve seen each other. Qui-Gon had been there for him while he recovered, had hovered over Master Tholme’s shoulder like a shadow.

“A particularly annoying shadow,” Master Tholme had commented drily back then. “Which is funny, considering.“

Obi-Wan opens his arms and Qui-Gon’s tall frame closes around him. Maybe a queezing too tight but… but that doesn’t matter. “How are you,” he taps on a broad shoulder.

He’s abruptly let go. Not pushed back, thankfully.

“I am well, thank you.” Qui-Gon falls silent.

Obi-Wan has forced himself to stop trying to make the awkwardness between them less uncomfortable by the time he turned sixteen and Master Tholme sat him down to explain why he should let Qui-Gon come to grips with everything that has happened between them on his own until Qui-Gon reaches out to him.

“How are you?” And the caring and heartbreak lingering in Qui-Gon’s eyes is too much.

“I feel prepared to accompany you on this mission.”

It had been Qui-Gon who had taught him sign language in different iterations useful across the galaxy, before and later. Tholme has taught him tap code, after.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” Qui-Gon says, eyes on his long padawan braid.

.

Meeting Anakin feels… weird in the Force.

“So you don’t talk? Ever?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, amusement crinkling his eyes.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” the boy asks before his eyes widen. “Both are fine!”

“Cannot,” he signs carefully, settling on an Outer Rim dialect.

“Oh, ok!”

It’s the beginning of a never ending nightmare. Tatooine. Naboo. The desperate attempts to stop a war from happening.

He keeps to the background, inconspicuous and invisible.

Which is the only reason he ends up in the plasma refinery complex.

.

“It’ll be alright, little one,” Qui-Gon murmurs, gentle fingers wiping tears away before they reach the mask. “Just squeeze my hand.”

“Master,” he taps, hiccups threatening to disrupt something in his throat.

“Take care of the boy.”

.

So he does.

He brings Anakin back to the Temple, watches over his nightmares in silence.

He kneels as Master Tholme cuts his braid.

He explains to the Council what he thinks.

Anakin is bright. Smart and a beacon in the Force. He’s older than usual, granted. But his connection to the Force is palpably vast and potentially dangerous if he isn’t trained to handle that connection. He’s safer in the Temple where they can watch over him and teach him.

The Council agrees.

.

He introduces Anakin to Depa.

Her dry wit has the boy relaxing. Her no-nonsense attitude is a guiding light, a steady framework he can lean on and count on.

Depa delights in showing him the Temple, the opportunities to learn and try out new experiences.

.

Shadow work piles up and suddenly Obi-Wan is running around the galaxy trying to put out fires.

When he’s slumped in the back door of an abandoned factory in the shady part of an Outer Rim planet, struggling to breathe and feeling like he’s dying, lightsaber in a death grip, he makes the decision to return to the Temple. The mask has to change or he will die because he is out of breath. Unacceptable.

The technicians look at him chagrined and apologetic, explain that this is all they can do at the moment, maybe he can take it a bit easier?

“No, you need to adjust the valves on—“ a small voice peeps up from behind his shoulder.

Obi-Wan has been aware Anakin is clinging to his back like a monkey bear. He’s ignored the looks he’s gotten on the way to the tech complex.

“Have at it, then,” he signs.

Anakin looks at him like he’s personally chosen every star in the galaxy as he hands over the mask.

.

“An order.”

“A strong suggestion,” Mace corrects.

“Call it what it is,” Obi-Wan signs, cutting through the air with his hands he’s so furious. “Chancellor Palpatine has no business wanting to spend time with Anakin.”

Mace sighs, leans back in the chair. “I’m aware, Obi-Wan.” He taps his fingers against the armrest but he’s releasing energy, focusing his thoughts, not code. “How are you feeling?”

The renewed esophagus has him out of the mission count for a bit yet, he’s slowly weaned off the artificial nutrition. Overall, he’s starting to feel a bit restless.

“Perhaps you want to enjoy Coruscant’s scenery while you’re here?” Mace asks, a twinkle in his eye. “Though I beg you to not get into trouble,” he adds with a frown. “Too much trouble, I mean. I forgot for a second who I was talking to.”

Spying on the Chancellor is not on Bant’s list of approved activities but what she doesn’t know…

Obi-Wan touches his chin and brings his hand forward.

.

“So you can either sign in the dark or write tap code with these gloves. You can adjust the brightness and still sneak around.”

“Thank you, Ani.” It’s one of the best gifts he’s ever had the honor of receiving. It solves a lot of problems on missions. He hugs the boy close and feels swept up in the thoughtfulness. “I don’t sneak.”

“You totally do and it’s so wizard!”

.

“You were supposed to be my Master!”

[edensxgarden]

How about taking care of Lando to comfort him after the crash? Like just letting him rest back while you pleasure him? Massaging and kissing over his body, saying how much you love him before blowing / cockwarming him? Just giving him as much pleasure as possible after what happened? I'd love this so much. I love your writing! <3

awww thank you so much my love <33

poor sweet little lando deserves everything after that scary crash! And you are happy to give it to him.

His frail body is on the bed, still trembling a bit with the pure shock and impact of the crash and you take it apon yourself to calm him down!

You press sweet kisses all over his body; his face, his arms, his abs. You pick up his wrist to inspect if there was any bruising and make a bracelet of sweet glossy marks around it.

You ask him if he wants your mouth or your cunt and greedy baby asks in the sweetest, shyest tone if he can have both and you tell him he can have anything he wants <3

you crawl down to the bottom of the bed and pull his boxers down and gently rake your fingernails over his muscley thighs and mark up his vline with lipstick stains.

You hold his needy cock in your soft hands like it's the most fragile glass treasure as you bring it to your mouth swiping the weepy slit with your tongue.

Lando just can't hold back his sweet needy moans and he wraps his big hands in your hair to ground himself because god it feels like he just ascended to heaven <3

You take him into your hot wet mouth and Lando nearly loses his mind and he just can't help it when his hips buck into your mouth because as good as it feels he needs more.

Lando taps your cheek with two of his fat fingers causing you to pull off his cock with a pop and even though Lando told you to get off, he cant silence his desperate whine when you actually do :(

Lando pulls you back up the bed to him and pulls you to him, holding you flush against his chest and you catch his raw, bitten lips in a passionate kiss.

Lando slides his sensitive cock into your cunt and it takes everything in him not to cum immediately at the feeling of your tight walls queezing his dick :(

But he fucks his fat cock into you and you play with your puffy clit and Lando tries his hardest to hold back the cum desperate to be realessed from his heavy, achey balls until he can make his pretty girl fal apart on his cock </3

And the second you finally do, he's cumming milky white ropes of cum deep inside you and he's whimpering and moaning and just making the most needy noises and hes shaking and trembling and you don't think he's ever came this hard <3

And within moments of coming down from his high, he's fast asleep, still holding you tightly against him. He's twitching inside of you in his sleep and you decide to just let him rest snuggly inside your cunt until the morning <3

[spicygambles]

EX-QUEEZE ME??? MISTER IMPULSESV???

edit: just in case this wasn't clear, I didn't edit this in any way. The pink filter? the music? was all Impulsesv himself.

[elsa-fogen]

At first i was going to reblog this from @justashadowlooker

but then it got too long and off-topic, i started retelling and quoting my own 10 years old fanfic, so i'm making it it's own post jjdsfjkdfgh

Too long don't read, was a Bloom fan, killed her hundreds of times, than became Icy fan, killed her few times as well, still a huge fan, wanna revive some of my old ideas

When i had just started watching winx, Bloom was my fav AAHAHHAH (it was 2008-2009 year i think). Buuut... being my fav means that you gonna SUFFER. It was always the case, even when i was little. But young me didn't know better than to just kill of a character. And Bloom died SO many times in my early fanfics and arts. I still remember one fic, it was also the first ever fic i posted on the internet, and it was horrible. I typed really slow at that time and i was looking at like 10 A4 pages of handwritten fanfic and was like... weeeell i don't need this part with description of the boat... i don't need this part about wind flowing in her hair or smth... i don't need spaces after dots and commas either. These were real thoughts of 9 year old me lmao.

the fic was about Bloom and Sky going for a boat trip date, but there was also some bitch that fell for Sky and her best decision was to throw Bloom away from the boat. As a result she was sucked into the screw of the motor or whatever this thing called. Sky dived after her and brought her back on the boat, but she died due to the blood loss.

In my handwritten version it was really long and tears queezing scene, but i was too lazy to type it all, so it basically was shortened to 1 (one) sentence: Bloom didn't make it to the port.

i also had a picture attached, it was i think a cover of some of the comics where Sky holds Bloom on his arms and they're stepping out of the water, but i photishoped it and added many wounds and BLOOD BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!

I also remember photoshopping screenshots from the first winx movie, adding bloody wounds on Bloom and tears and trying to make her face sad lol. And also i remember, i didn't have access to the computer all the time in my childhood, and there was a weird time... when i'd got a chance to be on the computer, i would made a specific search in google, to find that one art with Bloom, being fucking stabbed, lying on the ground and crying, and touching the golden heart-shaped locket with the name Sky on it, and you could see that it was Sky's sword that stabbed her, and he was walking away in the distance. I could stare at that art for hours, imagining how it happened. I also remeber how the art suddenly stopped showing up at the search and i had only tiny squeezed jpg version of it, and i thought that google banned this art for being so violent lmao

Btw i found that art, it's by Chibiusa-Moon, here it is, and i remember it diffferently, i thought Bloom had enchantix on her lmao

BUT THEN SOMETHING CHANGED. I DON'T KNOW WHEN. I DON'T KNOW WHY. BUT ICY CAME AND DESTROYED MY LOVE FOR BLOOM, AND TOOK HER PLACE.

I suspect that it happened after i saw ep1 of season 3, because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WOMAN IN THAT EPISODE?! SHE WAS ✨✨S L A Y I G✨✨ DAMN!!! She freed herself looking fab as fuck (i've only seen her battle uniform at that point, and her casual outfit shocked me, i was like HOLY SHIT?? DIFFERENT COLTHES?) (and it's if you forgen the HOLY SHIT, TRIX IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE SEASON?!!!), sayed the edgiest thing in the world, then freed her sisters, skated away from the giant snake ON HER DAMN HEELS AS A QUEEN!!!!! I think this was the moment when i fell for her. Maybe i'm wrong and it happened earlier, but this is all i can remeber.

Well, i also remember when my mom got me my first winx magazine and i was really disappointed that there were no Trix in the comic AHHASJGDAJS it was comic about bloom and diaspro going to the land of the dragons.

And, funny enough, i think i didn't kill Icy in my fics (mostly)

wait fuck. i remembered one (that was actually properly published and finished), let me just refresh my memory real quick- (gonna cringe soo hard ahaha)

oh shit i also remembered some stuff. In my later fanfics i was tending to make Bloom real psychopath, who decided to straight up destroy all the witches and all the dark magic. Hey. Hey. I bet 13 year old me wouldn't mind if i borrowed this idea fom her...

EHM ANYWAY, BACK TO THAT ONE FINISHED FIC!

It's so cringy written, but it's got the spirit HASHDHA. The trix summon some another army of darkness that was created to destroy fairies (hey), but at some point they lose control of it and the army turns against them. They have no ther choice but to seek help from the winx. winx of course don't want to help since their army attacked alfea... but the trix didn't give this order.

by the way tehre's one dialogue that i think is actually good and i think is in character

"But how do we know that it isn't one of your tricks?" - asked Tecna. - "Probability of this equals 85,9%!" Everyone froze. Nobody had this idea before. Then Icy shook her head. "No, it's not." "How do we know?" Stella said suspiciously. "If we wanted to trick you, we'd choose less humiliating way" Icy replied coldly.

in the end witches and fairies teeaming up, and going on an adventure to stop this army with some artifacts. Significant part of the way they had to make on their own without magic, and during that winx and trix are actualy growing to like each other. OH THERES ALSO A FUNNY THING LOL

But as a night roommate she [Icy] turned out to be very restless. She was moving all the time and mumbling something. And then at some point she screamed: "Damn fairies, i wish you all dead!" Bloom jumped on her place and still half sleeping replied: "Shut up, witch, or you're done for!" and fell back asleep. All in all, it was hell of a night.

i still think this is funny af-- damn these dialogues are only getting better. Next day they getting closer to their destination.

Suddenly they heard Stormy's voice: "Wait! there's some sign! Icy, can you read this?" "Why her?" Stella asked offended. "We all here can read!" "Except for you," Darcy noted gloomily and everyone laughed. "Ha, well, if you're so smart, come here and read!" Icy said with the sweetest voice. "And next time we'll ask you." Stella understood that she was cornered. To save the rest of her dignity, she came closer and started staring at the sign. "I-I cant for some reason, this handwriting is awful!" with dispair sloar fairy realised that she doesn't understand these letters. "And this cold is driving me nuts! Give me cup of hot coffee and warm blanket!"

then Icy teaches Bloom how to skate. And then Aisha (Leyla) dies by falling into some bottomless pit- After that they make it to their destination, but the army was waiting for them there

another dialogue

"Let's go!" Icy said decisively. "No, wait! I'll go alone. If they catch me, you all get out of here as fast as you can" [...] "No!" Bloom said. "I'll go with you!" "Fine. But they'll kill you immediately" "And you?" "And I will be tortured" Icy smiled.

I can't with this lol, Icy smiling at the thought of torture as a true psycho she is.

Icy touched the wall, making sure it's quite hard. "Well? What's next?" "You're the brain of the operation, you tell me!" redhead replied, crushing piece of the rock in her hand

i just like this interaction here.

"Winx Believix!" Winx screamed. And Trix didn't scream anything, Icy just snapped her fingers and all three were already in their witch uniforms.

yeah classic.

the fight begins, Icy is trying to understand what to do with the artifacts, Musa dies, then they teleport to some other planet where they can perform the ritual to destroy the whole army at once. They're reading the spell, but something is missing, and the army attacks them here too. This time Bloom is left to figure out what were they missing, and some drops of her blood fell on the artifact and that was the last piece of the spell. The army is destroyed, but Icy was seriously injuried when covering Bloom from attack from behind. Now they're flying back to Magix

FUCK-- guys i'm sorry. More dialogues on the way.

"Why are you here?" she [Icy] asked, opening her eyes. "Doesn't want to miss your death!" Stella screamed, she overheard the talk. "Shut up!" I [Darcy] replied. "Or I'll hit you!" "Oh-oh, I'm so scared!" "Discussed my funeral already?" Icy asked, surprisingly, without sarcasm. "Come on, don't listen to that fairy! She has only fashion and straw in her head." Icy smiled weakly. "Magix!" Bloom screamed looking out the window. Fairies came closer to the glass. "Where?!" Icy got worried. Golden-green disc of the planet surrounded by thick ring of asteroids was hanging in the center of the window. Icy could see it without moving. "And here my dream came true. I got Magix!" she lifted her arm and closed her fingers around the planet. "Didn't think that the view from the space is so beautiful..."

DSHGJADFKAJHSFDJG what have i done. This line about her dream coming true HITS HARD. Fuck, 13 y.o. me knew which buttons she should push.

Icy dies. Darcy and Stormy were forgiven because they helped to stop the army and for Icy's "sacrifice" and everyone very conveniently forget that they started the recent war. The end.

Damn that was a ride.

um, so where were we?... right i was saying that Icy became my new hyperfixation instead of Bloom...

And i had the whole trilogy planned, in the first one she'd escape from some prison and attempt another plan to counquer Magix, but fail, in the next book she'd be KILLED by Bloom but came back to life by making a deal with someafterlife owner (HA) and the last one where she actually succeeds... this one i din't think through at ALL.

I kinda wanna revive that plot fron the second "book" tbh, i still remeber it really well.

In a comic.

(i'd make it a crossover with Hazbin but it won't work unfortunately)

okay i don't know where and how to end this post so i'm ending it here, have a nice day thanks for reading i hope that at least someone made it to the end.

[hell-note]

WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE IM DIVORCING YOU

God the water smells like corpse. Wonder if kitty’s soaked yet :3

[path777]

깊이 나른한 honeydew: kim mingyu the malewife that you are… some omo action at the end be warned. 1.2k

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you didn’t think he was actually going to do it.

mingyu doesn’t see you at first; his back is turned towards you as he hums a tune, hands busy over the stovetop. the moment would’ve been funny if he didn’t actually look so good in it, his tanned golden skin in perfect complement with the pale pink straps of the apron stretching across his back. your gaze follows from his shoulders down to his back, his waist. what catches your eye, though, is the glint between his asscheeks, pink and inviting.

he turns around finally, and at the look in your eyes, begins to turn a delightful shade of red. mingyu’s hair is mussed, like he woke up not long before you did and rushed to prepare all of this. he doesn’t look at you, his face turned sideways as he clears his throat.

“good morning,” mingyu says. “i made breakfast. or i-i’m making breakfast.” he nods at the pan of eggs in his hands. you start walking towards him, wordless. not speechless — there were plenty of things you could think of to say to kim mingyu right now. he backs up accordingly, one step back as you take one step forwards, until there wasn’t any space left behind him.

“mingyu-ah,” you say, and you’re pressed right up against him as he holds the hot pan carefully away from you, “mingyu-ah.” you repeat, and even with your height difference you tilt his chin up by a finger, tracing that digit down the column of his throat, pressing over his adam’s apple. “my birthday isn’t for another few months, hm? you’ll spoil me.”

“i like it too, i-” mingyu sounds defensive, about to protest before your hand reaches his chest, cupping and groping at the muscle there. he lets out a soft noise, mouth closed and more lewd than it should have been. then he moves to turn away from you, that noise of pleasure turning into one of protest. “let me finish up here first.”

you grab him by the waist, pressing him back to position. there’s no resistance from mingyu as you manhandle him, only a soft oof as leans back again. “too late.” you say, leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, lips quickly parting, tongues entangling as you reach a hand down to his cock, already chubbed up and bare underneath the thin fabric of the apron. it’s lewd, so lewd - the tent of the apron at his crotch, bringing the hem of it up by inches, all the way up to his upper thighs. “you know i have no self-control.”

“terrible,” mingyu mumbles against your lips, putting everything that was in his hands down and moving his hands to your hips. “just terrible.”

his grip tightens as you queeze at his tip, feeling dampness soak through. “hands,” you remind him, and they move to clutch at the edge of the counter obediently, “how long ago did you wake up?”

“mm, like- like an hour ago, ah-” he answers, voice breathy between whimpers. your hand rubs at his cock through the apron.

“and what did you do after that?” you coax. “used your fingers?”

mingyu nods, swallowing thickly. “three, and i was- it didn’t take too long… last night…” he drifts off, clearly embarrassed to say more.

your lips move down to the nape of his neck, open-mouthed kisses leaving your claim. “still loose from last night, hm? is that plug big enough?”

he whines then, almost like a squeak. “don’t,” the utterance of displeasure is followed by a tilt of his neck, giving you better access to that expanse of unmarked skin. “don’t tease.”

you smile against his neck. “turn around for me, princess,” you say, and he turns slowly, almost teasingly if not for his embarrassment, so that his hips are pressed against the counter.

your hands linger at the bow tied at his lower back, twirling at the ribbon with your fingers. mingyu turns his head to look back at you then, face flushed and eyes desperate. you don’t break eye contact with him as you reach down at a snail’s pace, taking hold of that shiny flared base of his plug. you pull on it slightly, with just enough force that it merely tugs on his rim, pink and puckered. “you’re tighter than i thought,” you say. “i’ll have to use a bigger size next time.” mingyu chokes, breaking eye contact as he turns back.

you move to pull the plug out fully this time. “relax, mingyu-ah,” you say, as the body of it leaves him with a wet pop, and he shivers at the sudden emptiness. his hole flutters, clenching around nothing as he leans down, elbows leaning onto the countertop. the meal he was planning is forgotten as you push the plug back into him, his whole body shoving forward with the force. you weren’t gentle and he moans, back arching as the plug fills him once again. “princess loves his plug, doesn’t he,” you say, forcing the plug in and out of him, pulling through and past his rim every time. “gets your hole so puffy, almost like a cunt.”

mingyu’s stuttering moans haven’t stopped, but at this his knees nearly give way, and you press up against him to keep him against the counter. the plug is shoved further inside him than before, and the continuous pressure against his prostate has him coming, the friction of his cock rubbing against the apron and the counter too much for him to take. “mmh-!” he tries to hold the whine in but a whimper escapes, biting down on his lips as he cums untouched, thick white dripping down from the inside of the apron and down his stomach.

“mingoo,” you coo, leaning in to bite at mingyu’s ear. “what happened?”

he seems overwhelmed, barely responsive as he only whimpers, small and breathy, “sensitive, from- from yesterday,” he’s wrecked, so wrecked - different from his usual stamina - “it was just a little massage,” you say, teasing again, “your cunt is sensitive today, hm?”

and he barely has time to respond before you’re at it again, this time taking the plug out before using your fingers, two at first then three, searching for a place in particular that’ll make him cry out your name.

“no-!” mingyu cries, but his hips are moving obediently, thrusting back in search for more stimulation. “no, i- feels weird, i need- i need-“ your other hand reaches around him to grab at his cock again, this time using the fabric of the apron to jerk him off.

“please, fuck, i need to go, wait i need to go need to go need to go-!” you feel the warmth spread over the fabric and your hand, the sound of mingyu’s moans - loud and obscene - underscored by the sound of him leaking, drops of gold hitting the floor. your fingers leave his insides with a wet noise, and what a sight mingyu is- pink apron absolutely soaked through, his ass used red and puffy. he sinks to the floor then with a whine, untying the apron on his own. he looks at you, eyes red and watery. “um, scrambled or what?” he sniffs.

“what?”

his voice is closer to the usual timbre now. “the eggs,” he clarifies. you laugh.

“go shower, mingyu. the eggs’ll be done when you are.”

[yawneneteyam]

ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter five — barely surviving

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [2.3k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. anxious teenagers, first kiss nerves, this chapter probably being too short.

masterlist ⎸ chapter four | chapter six

2017.

"IS IT YOUR first kiss?"

".. maybe"

you were sat across from sigourney in her hotel room. the entire day on set, she could tell that there was something off about you today. you messed up your lines, forgot blocked parts of scenes and barely knew which way was up.

the entire day you had been sitting on the fact that next week you would be kissing jamie. it wasn't like you thought kissing was a massive deal, you were sixteen, you knew lots of people had already had their first kiss.. you hadn't.

but you knew a first kiss is supposed to be special. you guess it would be in a way. it would be with jamie, and to you, that's pretty special.

he was quickly becoming your best friend. jamie knew almost everything about you and you were rarely separated. so if your first kiss was going to be with jamie, so be it. that wasn't the part that was worrying you.

what was worrying you is that it would change your friendship. would it become awkward once you kissed? would you have to practice the kiss? redo it over and over until james was happy with the shot? probably, he was a perfectionist. kissing your best friend isn't something many people would be comfortable with, what if jamie was one of those people?

"so is that why you're worried?" sigourney asked. she had brought you back to her trailer, saying she needed to ask you a question. she hadn't stopped interrogating you about what was wrong since. "you're worried because it's your first kiss? kissing is easy, only the boys mess it up" she smiled.

you chuckled lowly at her comment. knowing that she had shot plenty of on-screen kisses in her time as an actress, and that you would also probably have your fair share if your career continued the way it was going. but the first one, was going to be daunting.

"it's not that it's the first," you led, pausing for a sigh, "it's that it's with jamie- not like, 'ew jamie'-" you pulled a face- "but more like 'oh.. jamie', what if things get weird after?"

"weird?" she asked.

"what if we can't really be friends after?" you shrugged, getting embarrassed you shook your head and continued to speak, "like what if it's super awkward and he doesn't wanna talk to me outside of work anymore? i don't want that to happen," you looked up to her.

"sweetie," sigourney sighed, coming over to sit next to you instead. she grabbed your hand and enveloped it with hers. "you say you want him to talk to you outside of work, right?" you hummed a response. "that's all it is.. work" she smiled. "you both are here to do a job, to act, it's just pretend," she shrugged.

you sat with her words. she was right. you were here because you're professionals. professionals who had a job to do, one that involved kissing each other, but a job no less. it was just another day on set, nothing to worry about.

“you think he thinks that too?” you crossed your legs and held them close to your chest, suddenly feeling a little too vulnerable. 

“sweetheart,” she queezed your hand, “if he doesn’t.. hes in the wrong profession” she laughed, you laughed too. you couldn’t help it really. the anxieties that sat on your chest were now fading after hearing what sigourney had to say. 

it’s just a part of the job.

“should i talk to him about it?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“if you want to, if that makes you feel more comfortable course you can” she nodded, “he would want you to tell him how you feel”.

you nodded, thinking on it. “he’ll be in his room now, he’s probably with filip though” you shrugged, your brain throwing excuses out involuntarily.  “do it when you feel is right,” sigourney smiled. you nodded and leant into her arms, letting her hold you for a little. “i know it’s initimidating, but you will kill plenty of guys in this field of work. you’re gonna be fine,” she put her head on top of yours, you rested in the crook of her neck and she rubbed your arms. “wait for the right time,” she said.

on the wooden coffee table in her room, your phone buzzed. signourney let you go and you reached over and laughed when you saw the notification.

[📱 jamie flatters: ]  going to the pool w filip, jack, and duane. come with?

“what?” signourney smirked.

“i think i found the time,” you chuckled, showing her the notification.

this weekend, the cast had a day off from filming, so majority of you were put up in a hotel for the weekend. where there is a hotel in manhattan, there is most likely- almost always- a pool. 

the boys were obsessed with it. coming from london, jamie never got to really grow up swimming in pools or the beach, the weather never proved nice enough to. so whenever he could make use of a pool, he would. the days in manhattan were getting hotter as the summer season began. the humidity was tough to get through, the boys were more than happy to utilise the pools late opening hours when they could.

after leaving sigourney’s room, you headed down to your own on the floor below, the one you shared with bailey, jack and duane. jamie, trinity, filip and britain on the floor above yours. you got changed into your swimsuit, grabbing a towel from the hotel’s bathroom and wrapped it around yourself. 

you rode the elevator along down to the first floor and headed towards the pool. the lights illuminated the water and a blue hue shone on the ground in the night sky. you spied your castmates in the pool, splashing each other, duane shouting something about jamie ‘being a bitch’ before dunking him under the water. jack and filip both yelled something before jumping on top of the other two boys. that’s all they were.. boys having fun.

you clicked open the gate and closed it behind you, sitting down on a sun lounger and watched it unfold, the job of making sure that no one died had fallen onto your shoulders as the boys continued to wrestle. when duane popped his head up for a second he noticed you sitting there. 

quickly, he pulled the other boys out of the water, jamie being the last one to break the surface. they all stared at you like they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have… which i guess, they had been.

“oh hey..” jamie panted, water dripping off his face, “nice of you to join us”.

“shut up,” you brushed him off, “i was with sigourney”.

“boring!” jack shouted, jamie splashing him in the process. 

“sooo..” filip dragged out, pursing his lips, “are you gonna get in or just sit there like a wet mop?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“oh shit,” jamie nodded.

“wow,” duane chuckled.

“a wet mop?” you repeated, nodding your head at filip.

“you gonna sit there and take that y/n?” jamie asked, looking back over at you.

“no she’s not,” jack chipped in.

“i’ll show you a wet mop, geljo” you stood up and dropped your towel- “when i put my foot in your face,”- you said before jumping into the pool with them all.

the night flew by, jack and duane were the first to bow out. jack convinced that his lips would turn blue if he sat in the water for any longer. filip left soon after, slyly sending jamie a thumbs up and a smirk when you looked away from him. so, after an hour or so of swimming and playing chicken in the pool, it was just you and jamie.

you debated getting out, you really did. but the water was so warm and jamie looked so relaxed resting his back against the water’s edge. so you decided to sit there together for a little while longer. maybe this was the right time that sigourney was talking about.

but to your surprise, jamie spoke first.

“did you see the scene roll out for next week?” he asked. his voice was trading lightly on the topic. as if he had been thinking about it as much as you had. 

you hesitated before responding, “yeah, um- i did”.

“how do you feel about that?” he asked, looking down into the water and avoiding your gaze. you couldn’t fault him, you were essentially doing the same thing as him. avoiding eye-contact.

“um..” you shook your head slowly, searching for an answer and hoping that one would just pop out at you. “i don’t know really.. i’ve never-“ you sighed, closing your eyes. “well, i’ve never kissed anyone so..” you shrugged. 

jamie finally turned to look at you. he noticed that way you looked smaller, embarrassed of the fact. “you know that’s not a bad thing, right?” he asked.

you stuttered, “no, no, no. i know that, but um- i just- i just wanted to make sure that you, um- knew? i don’t know,” you shrugged. your words were falling out at a rate more rapid than usual, jamie picked up on it. 

“y/n” he stopped you. you sighed, taking a second before slowly turning your head to look at him. you met jamie’s gaze and held it like a conversation. you were talking to each other in there somehow, it was as if he seemed to understand what you were thinking in that moment. “it doesn’t matter than you haven’t kissed anyone, you know that yeah?” 

you turned away, “i mean.. yeah?” 

“so why are you freaking out?” he asked, “it’s alright” jamie nodded.

you sniffed, the water making your nose run a little. you ran your hand through your hair before looking back at him. “our friendship.. it will never be like it was before” you said. “what if.. what if we kiss and then we like stop being friends or something,” jamie watched as another sigh escaped your chest, he saw how much this had been weighing on you.

“you’re so silly,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at you. “we could never not be friends, especially over something like that,” jamie wanted to make sure you heard what he was saying, “y/n, you’re one of my closest friends.” you heard that part. “and i wouldn’t like something like a little kiss, that we literally get paid to do by the way, mess up our friendship,” he chuckled.

you let out an exhale as a laugh, softly nodding afterwards. “you promise?” you asked. jamie looked down at you, a smile on his face, knowing that you already knew what his answer would be. 

“you’re stupid if you think i don’t,” he leant his head back, his smile became a kind smirk. 

the silence between you two soon returned, allowing you both to sit with your newfound clarity of your scene for next week. sigourney was right, it’s just a job. as you let your body relax in the pool, you felt yourself becoming more sleepy as the minutes slipped away into the night. you yawned, covering your face.

“come on,” jamie stood up and held out his hand.

“you wanna go?” you looked up at him in surprise. he scoffed at your demeanour. 

“that’s like the fourth time you’ve yawned in a minute, you need to go to sleep”.

you shook your head with a smile before taking jamie’s hand and allowing him to help you stand up in the shallows of the pool. the cool night air pierced your skin, you were lucky that jamie was quick to hand you your towel. you thanked him quietly as you shivered in your swimsuit. your hair was dripping down your back, chilling your spine. jamie led you out of the pool enclosure and headed towards the elevator. 

“oh my god, it’s cold,” you sped up, breaking into a jog, jamie following closely behind you. luckily, the lobby of the hotel was a nicer temperature for your ride back up to your rooms. when the elevator got to your floor, you said goodnight to jamie, but were surprised to see him follow you out.

“what are you doing?” you laughed, “you’re the next floor”.

“i know,” he nodded, beginning to walk down the hall towards your room, “i want to make sure you get inside safely, stupid” he nudged you. you faltered in your step a little, not failing to notice the way that jamie was ready to catch you even if he was the one to cause your fall. you kept your balance and shoved him back. 

“well, here’s my room” you chuckled, “you’re now free to go to your own room, loser” 

“fine, next time i’ll let you walk the halls at midnight and get abducted,” he shrugged, leaving. you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you. 

you brought jamie in for a hug, which he reluctantly returned with a chuckle. “thank you,” you whispered. 

“for walking you to your door?” he asked.

“no dumbass,” you pulled away from him, “for talking to me about.. it. i feel a lot better now,” you admitted, “so thanks”.

jamie chuckled, “that’s why i’m here”. you both held each other’s gaze for a little while longer. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“course,” you nodded, “tomorrow”.

jamie began to walk down the hallway, back towards the elevator.

“night flats,” you called.

“flats, hey?” he turned towards you, walking backwards so he could still see you.

“yeah,” you nodded, “you got a problem with that?”

he shook his head, a smile slowly breaking the surface. “no.. i like it” he smiled. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”

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For the drabble “You’re safe now.” with Mario and Luigi.

“You’re safe now.”

Mario & Luigi

TW: Implied torture

Mario had no idea how long he’s already been here. It could’ve been days, weeks, months or even years. Every feeling of time had been blown out the window. Day for day it went the same: The people who kept him imprisoned would get him out of his cell and put him in another room, tied to a chair. They would ask him questions, questions about the Mushroom Kingdom and its weaknesses.

Mario would refuse to answer. They wouldn’t like his silence and they would hurt him. Each time they would find new ways to hurt him and each time it got worse. Still, he refused to answer their questions. He would do anything to protect the people of the Mushroom Kingdom, his friends and family, and if he died by doing so, then so be it.

He was tired. He was so so tired. He also probably had developed a fever as he felt like his body was burning from the inside out. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so bad. He tossed and turned but finally after what felt like an eternity he managed to fall into a light doze.

A loud bang awoke him. Then screams. Mario had no idea what was happening, everything felt so fuzzy. Suddenly his door was opened.

“Mario!”, an all too familiar voice called. He blinked and then there were hands holding his face ever so gentle. His vision was blurry, but he could make out Luigi just fine.

“You’re safe now”, he muttered pulling their foreheads together, “We’re here, you’re gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here. Oh gosh what did they do to you?”

Mario could hear the tears in Luigi’s voice, and he wanted nothing more than to hug his brother and comfort him, but he didn’t have the strength to do any of it.

A loud bang.

“Uh don’t wanna interrupt your brotherly moment or whatever but it seems those weirdos are back. We gotta get outta here.” An also very familiar voice said. Bowser? Why was Bowser here?

“Shit”, he heard Luigi curse. “Can you take him? It’s the fastest way to get out of here.”

“Uh sure.” Even though Bowser tried to be gentle, or at least Mario thought he was trying to be, it still hurt a lot when he was lifted in the air, and he couldn’t stop a whimper of pain from escaping him. Luigi was at his side in an instant.

He took his hand into his and gave it a soft queeze.

“We’ll be home soon. Just hold on until then.”

I am so sorry anon for taking so long. I had lost my movitvation for a while but it is finally back at least a little bit.