#was just a fun thing i wanted to see how much i could do with so it took me like. a week or so cus i was busy

[mallory524]

Oh oh, can I request a sort of alternate ending to the kidnapping headcanons with each of the Thunderbolts where, when they are about to break into the building reader is trapped in, reader appears behind them all bloody and bruised, making them jump and her saying, “Did you guys come to save me? Aww, that’s so sweet, I feel so loved right now!!”

(OMG YES This is sweet and fun I love it)

the thunderbolts come to save you, but you've already handled it yourself

pictures from pinterest

tags- she/her used, mostly just silly and fluffy, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood and fighting and minor injuries, some language

Yelena

Yelena knows that you’re tough, but she doesn’t expect you to be able to get yourself out of this one. The group gets to where you’re being held, and you’re just sitting on the ground, with your back up against the doorway. You look like hell, but you’re free. This is not what Yelena had imagined. She thought she’d have to free you herself and toss you over her shoulder or something. She couldn’t be more happy to see that she was wrong about your state. “Oh, hey, guys! This is awfully sweet of you to all come out here. This is a long ways away from the city,” you say as you manage to get back up on your feet. Yelena looks at you, amazed, and runs up to hug you and kiss your temple. Walker mutters to Ava, “At this point we could’ve just called her an Uber.”

Bucky

Bucky did not want to think about what could be happening to you. He’s seen a lot of pain and hurt in his day, so he knows firsthand how ugly these situations can get. Luckily, it never got as bad as it could’ve, because you actually broke yourself out. Bucky did not expect to find you already fighting off your captors on your own when he arrived with the whole team. Bucky wants to help, of course. He gets one punch in. You thank him, like you haven’t just knocked out every other person on your own. “I was just about to look for where they hid my phone so I could call you to give me a ride home, but it looks like I didn’t even need to call! You guys are the best,” you say, as if you’d just been stranded at the airport. Bucky’s never been so proud.

Ava

The fact that the search for you was dragging on for days was only making Ava’s nerves worse. Leaving you in danger for so long made her feel so horrible, and sometimes she’d wonder if it was possible that you’d escaped on your own. She figured it was too much to hope for, but it made her feel a little better. Besides, it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. She’d imagine finally reaching your location, and the people who were supposed to be guarding you would all be just as clueless about your whereabouts as she was. She never considered that they’d all be unconscious on the ground when she got there. “Ava!!” she hears you yell from behind. She spins around and sees you jogging (with a slight limp) down the hall to reach her. She’s astonished. “Aww you guys! Thanks for coming. That means a lot.” After that remarkably chill response, Ava looks at you like you’ve never been so beautiful and cool in her eyes before, and that’s saying something.

John

John was terrified the whole time you were missing. All day long, he panicked and thought about all the horrible things that could be happening to you at any given moment. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he led the whole search, and he was ready to do whatever to took to get to you. You can only imagine his surprise when you run out and cut his destructive rampage short. He keeps standing there and looking at you because this is not computing. You're just standing there with your hands on your hips, your clothes all tattered, with bruises and cuts all over you. You're clearly exhausted, but you manage a little smirk. "Awww, Walker! Were you worried about me?" He just tosses his silly folded shield to the ground and pulls you into a tight hug. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He doesn't even put up a fight when you reach out to affectionately ruffle his hair or pinch his cheek like a grandma. He's just so happy you're safe.

Alexei

When Alexei gets there and realizes you’ve already broken yourself out, he is so shocked. Then he thinks about it for a moment, and he doesn’t know why he’s even surprised. Of course you solved this on your own! You’re such a badass. You always have been. It’s one of the first things he noticed about you, and it’s what initially drew him to you. He feels like he should’ve had more faith in you, but now’s not the time for that. Now’s the time to celebrate the fact that you’re safe. He lets out a loud, jovial laugh and wraps his arms around you, telling you over and over again how proud he is of you while wiping some blood from your forehead. Somehow, you always manage to surprise him. Everyone is thrilled that you’re back, but Alexei is absolutely beaming with pride and relief for the rest of the night.

Bob

Part of why the team originally didn’t want Bob to go on the rescue mission, besides the Void stuff, was because they didn’t know what kind of state you’d be in. Bob’s very new to this line of work, and they know how much you mean to him, so they thought it might be too much for him to handle if he ended up having to see you seriously hurt. Luckily that didn’t happen. Before they have the chance to break the door down, you walk out from the other side of the building, waving your arms. “Hey! I’m right here!” Bob rushes to hug you, and it’s so tight that all your words are kind of muffled. “Guys I got the whole search party? This is actually really flattering.” Bob pulls away after a while and he’s immediately worried again when he sees the bruising all over you. You make a “You should see the other guy” joke, but everyone knows you’re not kidding. They really don’t want to see the other guy.

[miajooz]

here me OUT

ellie teases the reader and edges her too much so she gets up and locks herself in the bathroom to finish the job herself. ellie begs at the door for her to forgive her and let her do it. the rest is up to youuuu

Give it to me, Baby ⋆˙⟡

warnings ⋆˙⟡ Smut (obviously) multiple orgasms, masturbation (both), fingering (r!receiving), strap use (r!receiving), thigh riding (e!giving), edging, worshiping, praise, swearing. SUBTOP!ELLIE

wc ⋆˙⟡ 7.2k

Ellie was never really one to deprive you of pleasure—no, that wasn’t her style at all. In fact, seeing you shaking and writhing in pleasure was her favorite sight. Maybe because she loved the way your jaw went slack, or maybe because she loved the fact she made you react that way. Regardless, she was dumbed down to a complete fool who loved watching you crumble when she made you feel like you were on another planet.

Though, it wasn’t in a freak-dominant way you may think—it was different. Ellie enjoyed the fact that she could make her girlfriend feel so good, that came with the visual aspect of seeing you orgasm. It proved that not only could she love you, but she could please you as well

Ellie was a slut for hearing you egg her on. She loved when you made requests, told her what made you feel best—anything of that nature. Hearing you tell her how good she made you feel could make her finish from the littlest amount of friction—differing from your situation, where you were stuffed with her fingers or strap.

She thought about edging before, but felt as if it would be too cruel. Of course it sounded hot in retrospect—but it still wasn’t her style.

Yet when she heard you ask her to do it, she couldn’t resist you. Sure, it sounded a bit strange—but trying and wanting new things was only natural! Especially in sex where it’s more fun that way. So, she agreed.

How Ellie got carried away with this new idea was completely beyond her. She did it once, hot enough! You were ready to finish now, in fact, you were losing your mind from the first time she ripped your orgasm away.

Second time? Thats fine..maybe she felt as though she should build your pleasure up as much as she could. Torturous but fair.

Third time? Okay, now you really needed to cum. This was getting to be far too much. The first two times were already to much—yet she kept it pushing. She kept depriving you of that release you craved with every fiber of your being.

Fourth time—you were in shambles. By this point you were crying from how badly you wanted to finish. Your wetness was all over your thighs, your ass, the bed, and even Ellie. She seemed to feel bad for edging you four fucking times, her hand had reached down to cup your cheek tenderly. But you were not having it, the need to feel that tension in your lower abdomen snap was much stronger than any other feeling. There was stronger feeling in your hold, all the blood rushed down and made it all the more torturous.

That’s how you found yourself locked in the bathroom, sitting on the floor by the tub with your fingers between your thighs. You were circling your clit with a little too much desperation, all you could think about was how amazing you’d feel when you came.

But it wasn’t peaceful—Ellie was outside the bathroom door. She was knocking on it desperately, her voice sounded needy and guilty. You could practically see the remorse on her face, even though she was behind a closed door. You just knew what her expression looked like, it was all panicked—her eyes filled with a deep kind of yearning.

And you were right.

You tried to tune it out, but even when you shoved two fingers inside yourself and the sound of squelching echoed through the room—her voice was louder.

“Baby, please. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll let you cum. Please just come out here.” she pleaded, knocking softly on the door. She felt absolutely terrible for getting ahead of herself, but she just couldn’t help it.

The way you would desperately rut your hips against her finger after every time she ripped an orgasm away from you was absolutely intoxicating. It was unfair and dangerous how much that turned her on.

So, yeah—she got carried away. But she was ready to make up for it, she wanted to make you cum as many times as she didn’t let you. Four times was a bit greedy and ridiculous. But she had a strap, a tongue, and a desperate, psychological need to please. A need she couldn’t just shove down, she was in shambles too.

How could she cope with the loss of not seeing you cum? No, that was too much. The thought alone made her voice even more distressed and her knocks a bit louder.

“I’m sorry, I swear I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life—the best four orgasms of your life!” she pleaded, trying her absolute hardest to coax you off the bathroom floor and into her arms. “I’ll never put you through that again, I’ll fuck you until you’re limp. Just how you like.”

Her words had almost the opposite effect, the way she was begging to fuck you and make up for her actions—or lack there of—made your fingers move faster and your breathing become more labored. Ellie could hear it, she could hear the way you were getting yourself off. Maybe if you came once, you’d give her more at her own hands.

So, she kept talking.

“Please, I need you so bad. You wanna feel good, yeah? I can give it to you, baby.” she begged, only lightly knocking on the door now so you could hear every single word. Or maybe so she could hear your choked out gasps and the way your chest heaved.

You let out a pathetic moan, the type of moan that crawled its way out of your throat when you thought you could keep it in. But it wasn’t a secret what you were doing.

Not when the humiliating, wet, sloshing sounds coming from your pussy were bouncing and echoing off the walls. The sound was all around you, but you tried to imagine it was Ellie doing this to you. You tried to pretend she was finally satisfying you, and the voice in the background was her talking you through it.

So yeah, it wasn’t secretive.

Not when the sound of your sweet moans made Ellie reach down her own pants and work at her own clit.

Not when the sounds coming from that bathroom were downright dangerous, downright torturous to your pathetic girlfriend outside.

Not when she was touching herself to the fact you were touching yourself. It’s crazy how things like this come to be when two people are horny enough. Or maybe it’s because you were both deprived in a way—a differing way, sure, but you were both struggling with a desire to have each other.

“Please, please. I need to see you cum, I jus’ wanna see it.” she pleaded, her voice sounded all breathy and nearly whiney. “Fuck, please. I’ll do anything you want me to. Anything.”

You let out a particularly loud moan, getting off on her words so much to the point of insanity. Who knew such deprived horniness and breathy dirty talk could have such a big effect. Maybe it didn’t, but after being refused an orgasm four times—it didn’t take much to affect you.

Ellie cursed under her breath, two fingers working at her own dripping pussy, maybe that’s the thing you didn’t differ in. She was pumping her fingers in and out of her sopping hole, other hand on the door for support. She was a mess, sweat dripping down her forehead, both her fluid and the leftover coating of yours mixing inside her cunt, her jaw slack—it was a sight, but not one you could see behind a closed door.

But surely you could imagine, right? Surely that got you off—a lot.

“I can fuck you with my fingers first, I’ll make you cum so hard and stretch you out so good. You’ll be seeing stars, I promise.” she tried to assure you, both your fingers working desperately in your own pussies, buried knuckle deep. “And I’ll do it right. Since—since you’ll cum, You know?”

What a dork. God, you were in love. You also knew she was stumbling over her words from fingering hers led so aggressively. You could hear the wet wounds through the door.

Then she continued, “You’ll be all stretched out, right? Then maybe I can fuck you with the strap—any position you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll give you anything.”

You were a hot mess by this point, such vulgar words pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel a tight coil in your stomach, your breathing becoming heavier as you only got closer.

But Ellie just kept talking, continuing her ramble in description about how good she’d make you feel if you came out of that bathroom. “Please let me fuck you properly. I’ll clean you up afterwards—then you’ll cum again!” she breathed out, her breathing just as labored as yours. she was close too, filtering her mind into an even filthier state than before. “I can make it up to you, i can stuff you so good and so full.”

“So full you will miss it when you’re empty, please, please, please.”

That was the last straw, all the remaining strings holding you together had snapped, had been overwrote by a shudder of bliss that overtook your entire body. With the perfect, most calculated, but also desperate pump and curl of your fingers, you reached said bliss.

“F-fuck, Els!” you cried out, as if she was the one with her fingers stuffed inside your cunt. You wished she was, you missed those veiny, long fingers that gave you a one way ticket to heaven when she used them.

Ellie wasn’t far behind, hearing the sound of you coming undone threw her over the edge. She desperately bucked her hips against her hand, her fingers hitting that rougher spot inside her, abusing it until the overwhelming feeling of her orgasm shot through her. She rode it out, moaning like a bitch in heat and letting her palm bump against her swollen clit perfectly.

The both of you remained in your places for a moment, chests heaving and minds clouded. It took a bit for you finally come to your senses, the aftershocks hitting you like a bodily reset, it felt like the cogs in your mind were all stuck in place as you sat on the back room floor—back arched and pussy stuffed with your own digits.

You managed to scoot forward a bit, reaching your hand up to the doorknob. With a small flick of the wrist, you unlocked the door.

That click was all Ellie needed, it snapped her out of her partial jelly-brained state. With a pathetic gasp, she opened the door, poking her head in to make sure she wouldn’t hit you with the hard wood.

The sight before her made her moan, her breath coming out in small pants and her face soft but utterly needy. “Oh, baby. You’re such a mess.” she coaxed standing over you but eventually crouching down to where you were.

You let out some sort of whimper—as if you were trying to speak but unable to because of the short circuiting of your brain cells. Ellie grabbed your wrist gently, slowly pulling it away from you. Your fingers followed, they were pulled out of your soaked pussy with a coating of fluid that said enough in itself.

When your hole was left empty, you were snapped out of your thoughts. Furthermore, when Ellie put one hand on your back, and her other arm under your thighs. She lifted you up with ease, looking down at your face. You looked so pretty, she wanted that perfect face to contort into bliss, she wanted to see it.

No, she needed to see it.

Ellie carried you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, holding you tenderly and steadily against her. She then set you down on the bed with a small groan, almost immediately taking her rightful place on top of you.

Within seconds your lips were connected, the kiss was messy and passionate. Your lips crashed together repeatedly, one hand keeping her propped up and the other on the back of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, short gasps leaving you every time your lips parted for air or to just deepen the kiss.

Her leg slipped between your thighs, pushing against your cunt softly. You proceeded to rut your hips against the surface of her thigh ever so slightly, she groaned and resisted the urge to straddle you and ride your thigh.

Ellie was kissing you with a need that couldn’t be described in words, only actions. Pornographic, pathetic moans left her as she worked her lips against yours in a way that left you craving more. A way that made you feel like the only thing keeping you in once piece was the death grip she had on you and the feeling of her tongue down your throat.

She pulled away for a brief moment, breaths shaky and cheeks flushed. Her eyes held something familiar in them, she was falling apart just by looking at your face. You had that expression on your face that made her mind fill with the most vile of thoughts. Thoughts she needed to act on.

“Oh, baby. I need you so bad. Can I please finger you again? I’ll be so fucking good to you—just tell me you want it.” she breathed out, her lips practically gravitated towards your neck.

Your fingers tangled in her hair, soft breathes of bliss leaving your throat as you felt her kiss and suck at your throat. “I want it, Els. I need it.”

Ellie’s hands traveled down your body, kneading your breast with her free hand tenderly. She pinched your nipple and bit down on your collarbone particularly hard, making you yelp in response.

She pulled away briefly, offering you a breathy, “sorry,” before continuing. Two fingers rubbed your nipples softly in apology, along with the soft peck of the lips you earned. Eventually she pulled away and paused her abuse on your neck, just to simply stare at you.

Ellie’s eyes were so full of love, so full of emotion, admiration. They were the eyes of somebody who was mesmerized, hypnotized, enamored, all simply from the sight of you. The sight of your flushed cheeks, the hair sticking to your forehead, your naked body, all of it.

She was reminded in moments like these how much she actually needed you. She couldn’t even fathom where she’d be without this. Without you.

“Ugh, I love you so fucking much. You’re so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” she said breathlessly, a moan leaving her as she saw the look on your face. She rolled your nipple between her fingers softly, unable to break eye contact with you.

“Ellie, cmon..” you urged, mainly because you remembered the promises she made to you earlier. You knew she’d be good to you, she always was.

When she didn’t get carried away in the act of edging you, that is.

Ellie said nothing, but her actions were enough. She let her hand slide down your body further, settling them in between your thighs. she caressed the skin of your inner thighs so tenderly you were almost tricked into thinking this would be a peaceful experience.

Until the tips of her middle and ring finger found your bud, you could see the self control and restraint leaving her irises. She let out a breathy sound as she started her circling motions on your clit—moaning as if she was the one receiving it.

All you could do was look at her as her green eyes pierced your own. Ellie couldn’t look away, not when you looked at her like that. Not when there was that softness to your features when she made you feel good, not when she could sit and watch your expressions with every small but purposeful movement.

Ellie was obsessed with that, she could get high off it. Forget weed!

Ellie stoped her fingers for a moment, taking in the whine of protest you let out when she did so. She quickly maneuvered your legs further apart, you could feel her mainly focusing on one for reasons you were oblivious too. She then straightened your leg so it was hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Just hold it there, please. Don’t move, okay?” you were confused when she requested that, until she was sliding her panties down her thighs. You watched in absolute awe.

She held them delicately in her hand, before tossing them aside. Her eyes were on you again, her eyes slightly wide and her lips parted.

“Baby, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but you were cut off when she placed her wet cunt on your thigh. You shivered at the feeling, instinctively bucking your hips a bit and lifting your thigh.

“Oh, fuck!” Ellie moaned breathlessly, she wasn’t expecting that kind of friction since she told you to stay still. She panted softly, her eyebrows knitted together in way that made your neglected hole pulse.

She let her hand find your cunt again, the tips of her fingers trailing up and down your soaked slit. The whole time you held eye contact, the tension was palpable. Even more so when she slowly pushed two fingers inside you, intently watching your face.

You let out a weak sigh, moving your thigh up again so that you were both moaning together. When she curled your fingers and hit that rougher, spongy part inside you, you tilted your head back. A broken moan left your throat, as if your larynx was worn out from how much you were moaning that night. The exhaustion of phantom, pulled away cries of protest when she refused you an orgasm over and over again were lodged in there.

Ellie saw you tilt your head back, to which she immediately grabbed your face with the hand that was holding her up before and forced you to look at her. “No, no, baby. Please let me watch, I need to watch.” she pleaded, starting to pump her fingers in and out of your squelching, embarrassedly, wet hole. “You have the most gorgeous face. Especially when you’re moaning.”

You gently rocked against her fingers, making her soaked cunt slide on your thigh. Ellie’s jaw clenched as the friction in her needy clit was satisfied, she ground her hips on your thigh in response. Broken, needy moans left her as she slid her pussy over her own slick, the feeling was intoxicating and so was the sight. She worked her fingers rougher, faster, everything she could possibly do to make you squirm.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like that, you’re so unbelievably beautiful” she moaned, her eyes trained on the way your jaw went slack. Those fingers of hers were a lethal weapon, a weapon in which could make you a melted mess in a matter of seconds.

Ellie couldn’t help but ramble at the sight of your blissed out face, “Look at you, prettiest face I’ve ever seen. You’re heaven itself, everything you do is so perfect.” she whimpered, roughly fingering you and grinding against your thigh like a creature in heat. “You’re so gorgeous, can you feel the way you’re sucking me in? It’s like you were made to take my fingers. They just fit so well, yeah?”

“I wanna keep them inside you forever. It’s so warm, I can’t get tired of those sounds.”

“Fuckk me..so good, baby. It’s all so good.”

The way Ellie was talking only made you get off even more. The way she was practically worshipping you for just sitting there and letting her finger you was almost too much. Her fingers hit the perfect spot with every thrust. All you could do was take it and listen to her endless ramble.

Your hands were shaking, but you managed to reach them out and place them softly on her ass. Your bodies were so tangled up now, you were in a knot you never wanted to be untied from. You slowly moved her against your thigh, watching the way her lips parted further and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, god. Yeah, s’good, you’re so good to me.” she moaned, you could see the way her face crumbled as she fell apart. But it only made her want to put you in that same state, so she did.

Ellie’s fingers fucked you at a brutal pace. The wet sounds of squelching and your loud moans echoed off the walls. You gripped onto the flesh of her ass, moving her against your thigh and her own slick.

“Shit, Els!” you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way she intently watched you. You could feel the knot in your stomach forming, your whole abdomen felt tight and strained.

Ellie was in a similar state, she tilted her head back and desperately ground against your thigh. Needy moans crawled out of her throat, the sound of her wet cunt against your thigh and the sound of her working your hole only brought her closer.

Within seconds you were ruined. Your eyes rolled back, jaw slacked even further, pussy clamped so tightly on her fingers it was hard to move—all of it. A loud string of moans were pushed out of you as you came on her fingers, your back arched and your cunt overwhelmed.

Ellie helped you ride it out, but the way your body arched up against her pussy made her hips stutter. One last look at your fucked out face was all it took.

“I love you, you’re so perfect. Im gonna soak your fucking thigh.” she said breathlessly, the last part more high pitched as she threw her head back, her mouth stuck open as a string of curses and cries of your name were moaned like a demand, like a surrender in a way.

Your hands found their way to the arch of her back, fingers digging into the smooth flesh. But her fingers didn’t stop moving, she was too distracted by her own orgasm. You whined and clawed at her back, the overstimulation making your eyes become glossy.

“Ellie, please! Too much, f-fuck!” you cried, you were so overstimulated and sensitive it almost hurt.

When you spoke up, Ellie stopped thrusting her fingers in and out of your tired hole, looking down at you with a blissed out expression. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize.”

Didn’t realize? Didn’t realize she was still fingering you? That had to be some sort of earth shattering orgasm.

Ellie then pulled her fingers out of you, groaning at the wet sound it made and then the fluid layer covering her skin. She brought her fingers to her lips. sticking her tongue out and kitty licking your juices off her digits.

You watched in awe and utter bewilderment, your lips slightly parted in an attempt to say something—though you were ultimately silenced by the sight of her sliding them into her mouth. She sucked on them as if they were a candy, as if your arousal on them was some delicacy that couldn’t be wasted.

You tried to sit up to have some control in this situation, but she just pushed you back down by your chest.

“I’m not done, baby. Three more, yeah?”

Your eyes went visibly wider. Right, she already told you this. As much as you were flattered, it all sounded exhausting.

But who were you to say no to such a kind offer!

Except you were somebody to worry about it.

“Els, this is too much. We’re both going to get tired. We can pick this up tomorrow, if you’d like.” you offered, worried about her comfort more than the orgasms she owed you.

But she wasn’t even listening. She was off your thigh in seconds, leaning over to slide the drawer open and shuffle though it. You looked down at the slick layer left on your skin, groaning at the sight. It was so dangerous, it was something you adored so much it could be photographed.

Ellie grabbed an army green strap and held it softly in her hands, a stark contrast to what she planned to do to you with the damn thing. She looked at you with a soft smile, immediately shifting her focus towards the strap.

You assumed she was thinking about lube, and chimed in, “I don’t think it’ll need lube, baby. It’s—“

Before you could even fathom what she was thinking about, she put the silicone between her legs. She rubbed her wet cunt on it, getting it all soaked with her own arousal. She even shoved the tip inside herself softly, groaning as her squelching hole sucked it in greedily.

You watched in absolute amazement, your jaw slack in pure bewilderment. The sight made you let out a strained whimper, knowing that her juices would be mixed with yours when she fucked you.

When she pulled the tip of the silicone out of her pussy and examined it, there it was—lubed up with her own natural lubricant. Then, she finally moved to secure it around her waist as if it was routine, as if it didn’t make you start circling your clit as you watched.

You were speechless, how did she still have energy? You were pretty tired, but the sight of Ellie’s focused expression as she put that strap on made your head spin. Not to mention how she hurriedly forced her shirt off and threw it to the side.

You clicked your tongue, your legs still spread and your cunt still a mess, “Ellie, we can—“

“—Baby, I never said I was too tired. I promised I’d give it to you. Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” is all she said to you, her voice firm but reassuring.

Your lips parted in preparation to argue, but you didn’t. Your eyes just traveled down her body, eying the silicone that was harnessed around her hips.

“Unless you’re scared to take it, but that’s another problem we could talk about.” she said, knowing same well that wasn’t the case at all. She was only teasing, she laughed and smiled down at you. lovingly.

Ellie scooted over to you, her eyes trained on your face like usual. She hovered between your legs, shooing your fingers away from your bud and replacing them with her own.

“That’s it baby. Fuck, never seen a prettier pussy, s’perfect.” she coaxed, her voice was mainly a moan. “i’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You simply let her circle your clit, your eyes locked on hers the entire time. You were too tired to actually start bucking your hips up, so you settled for being less desperate.

Ellie pulled her fingers away from your clit, moving them towards the silicone harnessed to her body. She maneuvered it towards your pussy, the tip parting your folds—like sticky bubblegum being pulled apart. That’s how it was visually, there was so much slick on your cunt that it made everything in that area wet and sticky.

She slowly pushed the tip in, attentively watching the way your facial expression contorted from the pleasure. She loved the way your jaw fell open, or the way you’d squeeze your thighs around her waist.

The way your eyes widened or rolled back as you tried to keep eye contact made her moan every time.

You could feel the stretch of the silicone as she slowly pushed it in, your walls fluttering around it and sucking it in visibly. Her eyes darted between yours and the way your pussy sucked it in so faultlessly. Your jaw went slack, the stretch making your thighs tremble a bit. You felt so full, straps stretched you in all angles, it’s a different kind of fullness.

“Fuck..Els..” you moaned, your voice was all breathy and airy. Airy in the same state that your brain was, all you could think about was her fucking you, her giving you all your orgasms back.

You could feel it, the mixture of her wetness and yours combined. The idea alone made you squirm and pant.

Ellie bottomed out, groaning at the sight of you below her. She bit the inside of her lip, bringing her hand up to gently cup your cheek. “Oh, baby. I stretched you out so good on my fingers, didn’t I? I know you can take this.”

You just stared at her and panted softly, clamping around the still object inside you. With a weak nod, she started actually fucking you.

Ellie started off slow, her thrusts were deep but careful—as if she was handling a delicate ceramic. A delicate work of art, something she needed to care for.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.” she praised, she was being so gentle with you. It was typical, she never wanted to actually hurt you. Especially in such an intimate activity.

Unless you asked, that is.

“So perfect, fuckkk me..” she added, her thrusts starting to pick up in pace and intensity. Once she started she could never hold back. Ellie loved the sounds you made, the sounds your body made. She loved everything about you, in these moments just as much. Your reactions fueled her to do more, please you more, go faster, anything you wanted.

You’re hands scurried to the sheets below you, her thrusts making your lips parted—an exit for those sweet sounds to escape from. Every thrust pulled one out of you, as if she was digging for it purposely. It was like she was searching for those sounds specifically, angling her hips to wherever you moaned the loudest at.

And oh, did she find it.

You shuddered and choked out a needy moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as she hit something astonishing inside you.

“Right there, please!” you pleaded, feeling her set a perfect angle. She hit that spot over, and over, and over again. At first she was softer, trying to really activate the nerves—then she picked up the pace again.

“I hear you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Ellie started fucking you at a brutal pace, her thrusts were harsh, deep, fast—everything. You felt like you were going to tear apart, your whole body jolted from each thrust. Pornographic moans left you with every sharp movement, every calculated motion had you writhing and whining.

But her face.

Her face was so soft, her jaw was slack just from watching you take all of her like that. “Take it baby, I love seeing you spread open for me like that.” she panted, moaning at the sight. The strap was slightly rubbing against her clit, making her only thrust more frantically to chase that friction. “Please, please.”

“So perfect, you’re so unreal.” she praised, rambling like she always did when she fucked you. “I’d do anything to see that face of yours when I make you feel good. I’d do anything to make you feel good.”

Your eyes softened at her words, her pace was so brutal but her words were so loving. You were trying to speak or form a coherent sentence, but you were nothing but a moaning, panting, squirming mess.

“Els..” you managed, a breathy tone to your voice. Like the words were forced out of your lungs. One of your hands untangled from the sheets, reaching up to grab Ellie’s.

She immediately noticed and let out a soft, affectionate sigh. She grabbed your hand softly, intertwining your fingers and letting you squeeze her tightly. Her other hand traveled down to your clit, circling it to enhance your orgasm. “I know, baby. You close? Wanna cum for me?”

The way she was speaking to you and fucking you was making that familiar feeling in your stomach return. Her thrusts were powerful and meaningful, her clit getting that mind dizzying friction as well.

Not only was she giving you your orgasms back—she was sharing them with you.

You just whimpered, but Ellie seemed to understand, she didn’t change her pace at all, her hips still angling to hit your g-spot. She leaned down a bit and kissed your neck tenderly, trying to distract you from the humiliating moans leaving her. She gasped for air softly, moaning and huffing in your ear like a dog. “Fucking soak me, baby.”

As she leaned against your chest and pulled you against her, you could feel your nipples rubbing perfectly against hers. The feeling made you both gasp and shudder. This was all you needed. “Oh my god, Ellie!” you cried, the feeling was dizzying.

Ellie was just as loud as you were, her moans were relentless in your ear. She couldn’t even speak, all she could do was pathetically empty out her vocal cords’ only sounds into your eardrums.

“Ellie, Ellie! Fuck, I’m—!” a high pitched moan from your own throat silenced you, making your back arch off the bed and your head tilt back against the mattress. To your surprise—you squirted. The release soaked Ellie’s thighs. A string of curses and Ellie’s name echoed off your lips, trailing on as she helped you ride out your orgasm and helped herself approach her own.

Seeing you finish pushed her, she let out a breathy moan into your ear, squeezing your hand. She could feel it dripping down her thighs. She rubbed her nipples against yours once more and came. Her head was buried in your neck, her lungs pushing out some sort of pathetic noise. A noise she tried to suck in but failed miserably. “Shit, baby!..I love you, I love you..—so much!”

The both of you just stayed like that for a moment, panting and desperately trying to catch your breaths. Ellie hadn’t pulled out yet, she just sat there while your sensitive cunt squeezed the silicone tightly. Her head was buried in your neck, and yours was back against the mattress.

Ellie eventually raised her head, peeling herself away from your sweat covered body so your sensitive nipples could have a break. she looked down at you, cupping your cheek tenderly—even though you weren’t looking at her.

She slowly pulled out, groaning at the soft squelching sound that followed. This seemed to be a common theme. Her hands came down to steady your trembling thighs, one hand gripping the flesh and the other caressing the skin on your right thigh.

Your head was tilted back still in exhaustion, so you couldn’t exactly see what she was doing. She kneeled down over the edge of the bed, moaning at the sight of your soaked, fucked out cunt. “Stay still for me, baby.” she coaxed her breath hitting the wetness coating your poor hole.

You didn’t know what she meant, too dazed to even think. Not until she licked a long strip up your folds, lapping up all the wetness she could in one go. She ended up at your clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking it softly.

You writhed.

A choked cry left your throat as she worked your overstimulated cunt. It was too much, you had just came and she was already trying to pull more out of you. You couldn’t take it, it was too much.

You tangled your fingers in her hair, weak sounds leaving you. With weak efforts, you tried to pull her head away. “Els, please! Give me a second, I can’t take it!”

As soon as Ellie heard that, she unlatched herself from your clit carefully, looking up at you to meet your weak, glossy eyes. She groaned at the sight, a crease between her eyebrows forming at her enamored expression.

“Sorry, baby. Just trying to clean you up.” she soothed, her hand gently caressing your inner thigh again. “Can I please clean you up when you’re ready? I can’t leave my girl all messy. Especially if it’s my fault.”

A weak noise crawled its way out of your throat at the tone she used with you. So soft but so undeniably sultry. All you could do was nod, the words lodged in your throat and filtered into sweet moans instead.

Ellie smiled. She smiled because she still got to eat you out after all of this. That was her favorite thing to do, even if it was more difficult to see your expression that way. The way you squeezed and fluttered around her tongue made it with it every time.

“Just tell me when.” she mumbled, kissing up your inner thigh softly. Her kisses were so soft—until she started biting and trying to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your flesh. Something about seeing those marks in somewhere so close to your pussy made her crazy. She could get herself off just on the memories of it.

She’d occasionally press her tongue against your clit, hearing the way your whines would slowly die down a bit as she waited. Eventually, you assumed you were ready.

“Ellie, I’m—“ she didn’t even let you finish your sentence. She just dived in, licking up your cunt like it was the most delicious ice cream she’d ever had. As if she was trying to devour you whole, make sure the only wetness left on your pussy was her saliva. The saliva that dripped off her tongue as she messily ate you out, as she cleaned you up and left a mess at the same time.

As if you were trading fluids. For your slick, she gave you that saliva.

The saliva you were familiar with. The saliva you could feel when your tongues would swirl around each other when you made out, the saliva she left on your neck, thighs, nipples, pussy—all of it.

Ellie licked up your cunt repeatedly, each swipe was slow but purposeful. Purposeful in the way that made sure her tongue was flat enough to please all the nerves in your clit. The nerves that would make you cum again and just allow her to clean you up again.

She pulled away for a moment, simply staring at your pussy and groaning. Her grip on your thighs adjusted, it was firmer and she even pried them open a bit wider. With ease she pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, giving you some slack so you could wrap your thighs around her head. She loved that warm feeling more than anything.

“Oh, look at that. You taste so good baby, I could stay between your thighs forever.” she said, kissing your clit softly and relishing the way your thighs would squeeze around her head desperately. “Heaven, absolute heaven.”

You still had your fingers tangled in her hair, weakly trying to push her head closer so she would start to please you again. She didn’t fight it, she licked your pussy once more and hummed against it. The vibrations made you weak.

“Fuck, Ellie. You’re so good, so good to me.” you breathed out, gasping at the feeling of her tongue splitting your labia apart, as if she was cracking open a sunflower seed and desperately trying to lap what was inside.

And oh, did she search inside.

Ellie’s tongue pressed at your opening, it was angled downwards as she teased those nerves with the tip of her tongue. Hearing the way you moaned made her continue, though. She pushed her tongue inside, the feeling was just as heavenly as always.

She started to thrust her tongue in and out of your cunt, occasionally pulling out just to suck on your clit. Even though her nose would bump against it, she just liked the way you squealed when she sucked it like a piece of candy.

You were on another fucking planet, after finishing so many times, it was like there were sparks in your body being set off with every flick of her tongue. You thought you couldn’t handle it, but it was too good to refuse. “J-just like that, please, please!”

Your moans egged her on like always, she thrusted and flicked her tongue faster, sloppily eating you out like she was starved. As if she was trying to soak up all the sweetness and juice from you that wouldn’t even satisfy her hunger.

But it satisfied a deeper kind of hunger, a hunger that only you could really satisfy. Maybe she could gaslight herself into thinking your wetness could quench her thirst!

But Ellie’s movements were still relentless, you always wondered how this girl did it. She ate pussy like nobody else could, it was the type of talent that was torture and a blessing for you all at once. You just tugged at her hair softly, thighs squeezing her head as you rocked gently against her face.

She pulled away and laughed for a moment, her chin and nose getting all soaked from your combined movements. “That’s it, sweetheart. Use my face, fucking drench it.” she coaxed, moaning and getting back to work. She found it so cute how you acted when she did this.

Ellie could feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your moans and ruts against your face just got more frantic. You were close, she knew that. She didn’t change her pace or rhythm at all, she didn’t want to ruin your orgasm or bring it on too quickly.

She had already ruined too many orgasms that night. She was almost done paying you back.

With one final thrust of her tongue, you were gone for. You desperately gripped onto her short, auburn hair—trying not to dig your nails into her scalp but failing. “Ellie, Ellie!” you chanted weakly, a sharp cry falling from your lips as you came again.

Your back arched off the bed and your head was glued to the mattress again. Your eyes rolled back dangerously far, your eyes mapping out something in the back of your head you didn’t know was there.

Ellie groaned against your cunt, helping you ride it out. She desperately lapped her tongue against your clenching hole, licking up everything she could. You were panting and twitching, squirming as she kept going. She was making sure she cleaned you up all nice and pleasantly.

You whined and squirmed further, but before you could plead she finally pulled away. She shifted, getting up so she could hover over you and look at your fucked out expression. You just stared at her, the both of you panting.

Ellie moved a strand of hair out of your face, and placed a kiss on your forehead—even though it was sweaty. “You’re so perfect, do you forgive me?” she asked, her juniper eyes falling on yours. “Do you want another one?”

You laughed softly, still trying to pull yourself together after all of that. “I forgave you after the first orgasm you gave me, Ellie. I guess I just have to adore you more.”

Ellie smiled at this like a dork, she loved sweet moments like that afterwards. As if she didn’t just make you scream her name and forget your own—it came off your tongue much softer now.

“How about we actually clean up. You know, in the shower.” she suggested, trying to find your hand so she could hold it.

“Did you not clean me up? Liar.”

Ellie laughed, “Of course I did, baby. But you’re sweaty. Plus I’m not sure you want to just leave my saliva there.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, I’ll help you up, sweetheart.”

tags!! <333 @valeisaslut @eriiwaiii2 @hyperbabes @usuck @haithone @yunaversalluv

A/N i feel as though this is too much LMAO. let me know! enjoy!

[emmylksblog]

I'M SORRY // PEDRI GONZÁLEZ

summary: pedri gets mad at you for being bad at holding you temper back at a formal dinner with the team.

genre: angst, comfort at the end

based on this request

warnings: some swearing

a/n: had so much fun writing this, specially cuz i don’t imagine pedri being mad hehe but i did my best, enjoy mad pedri! 🤭

It had been a long night. There had been a dinner with the team, and everyone was allowed to bring their partner. Usually, you got along with everyone, but tonight was an exception. It all spiraled because of a tense exchange, a fight that shouldn’t have happened, but did. You and Berta didn’t normally have problems, but maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the way she looked at you with that smug disdain. One glare led to a word, one word to another, and suddenly you were being pulled apart by your boyfriends while others watched with wide eyes and half-raised phones. Neither of you cared in that moment if anyone had recorded it.

As soon as you stepped inside the apartment, Pedri was already on edge. The kitchen lights were low, casting a warm, dim glow over the countertops and the dark wood cabinets. You had barely taken off your coat before he turned to face you.

"You don’t get it, and you’re not going to," you snapped, pacing across the tiled floor, arms moving wildly as you tried to explain. Your chest rose and fell fast, the adrenaline still running through you. You weren’t sure how long you'd been arguing, but you were already exhausted. So was Pedri. The spark in his eyes, that intensity he always had when defending a point, was gone. All that remained now was the weight of frustration and disbelief in his tired brown eyes, eyes that normally softened you.

"You know Fermín and I just want peace between everyone," he said, leaning both arms on the kitchen island like it was the only thing holding him up. His voice held that familiar Canarian cadence, thick with disappointment. "He’s not just my teammate, he’s my friend, more than that. And then you two pull that crap tonight? I thought we were past this kind of drama. I thought we were grownups."

He stood in that posture guys do when they think they’re right, like they own the moral high ground and there’s no more discussion to be had. It fueled your anger even more. You clenched your jaw, your words picking up speed as you fired back.

"I see where this is going. You think this was all my fault. You’re acting like she wasn’t involved at all, like I imagined everything she said and did," you snapped, arms crossed as your voice broke with frustration. "I told you days ago something was off with her. But no, it was just ‘women being dramatic,’ right? That was your take. You talked to Fermin and decided I was the villain in this."

You scoffed, pulling your expression into a mix of disbelief and pain, brows raised and lips pressed together. Then you turned away from him, arms tight against your body, your back straight and rigid. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold yourself together. Your chest was tight, your eyes stung. The lump in your throat was rising fast.

Pedri didn’t see any of that. He was too caught up in being right. He stepped closer, hands finding your waist to spin you gently toward him.

"Don’t play the victim now," he said, louder than before. His breath came quick and heavy. "You should’ve just ignored her. Do you know what could happen if someone posts that video? You’ll get hate for it. People won’t care about context. You think I want that for you? I’m trying to understand, but God, you’re making it hard."

You pulled away from him completely, eyes glassy as you shouted back, "That’s not even the point! The issue isn’t what happened, it’s that you’re not even listening to me! You didn’t wait to hear my side! After three years together, this is what I get? I didn’t expect this from you, Pedro."

His name came out sharp, like a slap in the face, and the moment it did, something broke in him. You never called him Pedro unless things were really bad. He froze as he watched your tears finally fall, streaking down your cheeks in silence.

"Amor…," Pedri lifted a hand instinctively but stopped, unsure if he had the right to touch you now. Your hands were covering your face, shielding the tears, shielding the shame, shielding everything. You flinched from his hand when it got close, and that was the final blow. You didn’t want him near you.

He followed after you when you turned on your heels, your heels literally, the echo of them on the floor loud as you climbed the stairs. "Amor, come on, are you really going to do this? Let’s talk now, please," he begged, catching your wrist on the stairs, his voice quieter, raw.

You didn’t look at him when you replied, sniffling, tired. "Pedro, I’m done. Let me sleep in peace, at least. My feet are killing me."

You pulled your arm away and continued up without another word. "Don’t even think about following me," you added, knowing him too well. He stopped in place, halfway up the stairs, frozen.

He sat down right there and dropped his head into both hands. He had fucked up. Bad. He couldn’t remember the last time you called him Pedro, but every time you did, it meant the same thing, you were hurt beyond what words could fix.

"Shit," he muttered, dragging himself back downstairs. He went to the bathroom, peeling off his suit and stepping into the shower like that would fix anything, like it would cleanse the guilt. It didn’t. It only reminded him of how much worse this could get.

"Fuck," he cursed again, realizing he’d forgotten to bring clean clothes. His options were to put back on the sweaty suit or take the risk of creeping upstairs and hoping you hadn’t locked him out of your room. Part of him felt like he deserved to be locked out.

He climbed the stairs slowly, a towel wrapped around his waist, hand gripping it tightly as he crept through the hall. But when he reached the door, his heart sank. You had already left out a change of clothes for him in the hallway, a shirt, shorts, even boxers. It meant you didn’t want him inside. It meant you couldn’t bear to be near him.

His throat closed. Were you two really on the edge of breaking up? Just the thought of it sent a chill down his spine that had nothing to do with the air on his damp skin.

He got dressed right there, mind spinning in circles. He had to fix this. He couldn’t go to sleep without trying. With trembling hands, he knocked on the bedroom door, softly, like he was afraid it would shatter under his touch.

"Bebé, it’s me, Pedri," he said, his voice cracking at the end. When there was no answer, he pressed his ear to the door, and then he heard it, quiet sobs, muffled but unmistakable. His heart split open.

"I’m sorry, amor. I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot. I don’t deserve you. Please open the door. I can’t do this, not like this," he whispered, forehead and palms resting against the wood. His voice was shaking. He waited. Nothing.

Eventually, accepting defeat, he backed away. No more tears. No more noise. He dragged himself to the couch and curled up there, pulling the throw blanket over himself with trembling hands. You had never, ever slept apart. Every fight had ended in the same bed, even if back-to-back. But this? This was something else.

He stared at the ceiling for hours, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. The silence around him felt sharp, like it could cut.

And upstairs, you weren’t doing any better. Your skin was cold despite the blanket. You couldn’t get warm without his arms around you, without his whispered “Goodnight, bebé.” You couldn’t sleep without him.

The thought that this might be your last night under the same roof terrified you. You had scrubbed off your makeup, changed clothes, but none of it mattered. You couldn’t stop crying. You kept asking yourself, did I fail him? Did I act like someone he couldn’t love anymore? Did I ruin this?

You turned again, then again. Nothing worked. It was impossible to sleep with a mind so loud, a heart so heavy.

You reached for your phone and lit up the screen: 3:18 AM.

Now or never. You had to fix this.

Your body froze the moment you were just a few steps away from him, the man who had once been, and still very much was, the love of your life. Now more than ever, you were sure of it. What scared you was the possibility that he wasn’t. That maybe it wasn’t as clear for him anymore.

With your fists clenched tightly, your nails digging painfully into your palms as if it could somehow ground the anxiety swirling inside you, you rounded the edge of the couch to see if Pedri was asleep.

He wasn’t. You found him lying on his back, one arm draped over his face.

“Pedri…” you whispered, finally forcing your voice to come out, hoarse and unsure.

He wasn’t sleeping. The second he heard your voice, he sat up quickly. You hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, so the only glow came from the windows, moonlight slicing through the dark living room in quiet streaks.

“My love, I’m so sorry,” he said, already walking toward you.

In the process, his pinky toe slammed directly into the edge of the coffee table with a loud crack.

“¡Agh, joder!” he cried out, gripping his foot dramatically.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. A real, sudden laugh that bubbled out of your chest and echoed softly through the still room. It felt ridiculous and raw and strangely comforting.

When he didn’t laugh with you, you turned toward the switch and flipped on the lights. “Pedro, are you okay?”

You knelt beside him as he sat on the floor clutching his foot, wincing.

“If you keep calling me ‘Pedro’ like that, I think my heart’s gonna give out before my toe does,” he joked, managing a smirk as your lips curled into a smile.

He took that as permission to keep going.

“I know I messed up tonight,” he said, quieter now. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. That didn’t help anything, and I hate that I made you feel small. I’m ready to take responsibility for all of it. But please know, I love you. I still love you so much. And I’m not giving up on us. I’m ready to fight for what we have. If you still want that too.”

He looked at you with that expression you knew too well, hopeful, a little scared, completely open. He was silently begging you to still believe in what you had, to still believe in him.

That’s when you broke. Tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks without warning.

“Hey, no, no, bebé, don’t cry, I’m sorry,” he whispered urgently, cupping your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch for a week? I’ll do it. I’ll wash the dishes and the laundry and your makeup brushes if I have to. Just don’t shut me out.”

You shook your head, and for a terrifying second, his breath caught like you were about to say goodbye.

But then you spoke.

“No… I’m sorry too. It was all my fault. I don’t even know what I was thinking,” you said through your tears, your voice trembling. “And I still love you. If that means anything.”

His whole body melted.

“It means everything,” he said, pulling you into his arms so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse the pieces of you back together with his own warmth.

You buried your face in his neck and stayed there as long as you needed. His hand cradled the back of your head, his heartbeat thudding solid and steady against your chest.

“Let’s be okay again,” you whispered.

“We are,” he promised, kissing your forehead softly. “We already are.”

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙

Pairing- Kim Minjeong (Winter) x fem reader

Genre- Fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers

Word count- 10813

A/N: tumblr is being a bitch rn so I have to split the fic into two parts since apparently it’s too ‘long’ so here.

Part 2

It started with a text.

You had just finished up a long day at the library, your brain fried from the hours spent buried in textbooks, when your phone buzzed on the desk. Frowning at the unfamiliar number, you unlocked it.

*Hey loser, I bet you’re still doing your stupid homework. I’m about to go to a party, but don’t worry, I’ll think of you while I’m having fun. ;) *– Minjeong, your new best friend

You blinked at the message. First of all, who even was Minjeong? You didn’t know anyone by that name. Second, loser? You glanced over at your untouched dinner—instant noodles—and sighed. Well, she wasn’t wrong.

You stared at the phone, debating what to do. Was this some kind of prank? No way this was real. Still, your fingers typed out a careful response.

Uh, sorry, I think you have the wrong number. I’m not sure who you meant to text, but I’m not your best friend.

The response came quickly, as if she’d been waiting for you to reply.

Oops. Sorry, loser. I’ll try again next time. Have fun with your noodles. ;)

Your eyebrow twitched at the audacity. You weren’t sure if you should be offended or impressed by how casually rude this person was.

The next day at class, your phone buzzed again, and you groaned inwardly before checking it.

How’s your loser day going, huh? Are you hiding under the desk to avoid attention again?

You stared at the message, unsure of how to react. Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly typed back.

This isn’t funny. Stop texting me.

Aww, don’t be such a buzzkill. I’m bored, so I’m just sending you some entertainment. Maybe you should loosen up a little. Have you ever tried going to a party?

You frowned. You were way too shy for parties. Definitely not your scene. But this person didn’t seem to care about your feelings.

I don’t go to parties, and I’m not interested in whatever this is. Please stop texting me.

There was a pause before the next message came through.

Oh, I see. Another shy nerd. Alright, well, don’t have too much fun being all lonely and miserable. I’ll catch you later, loser.

You resisted the urge to throw your phone out the window. Why was this person so insufferable? You could already picture some snobby rich kid typing that message with an exaggerated smirk.

A few days later, you were in the library again, trying to focus on your notes when your phone buzzed again. This time, you didn’t even hesitate before checking.

I hope you’re enjoying being a nobody while I’m out living my best life. Got a new Louis bag. It’s so much better than your stupid backpack.

You blinked at the message and felt a small surge of annoyance.

Why do you keep texting me?

Because it’s fun. You’re fun to mess with. Plus, I think you need me in your life.

You let out a frustrated breath and leaned back in your chair. Why did you care so much about a person who didn’t even know you? Still, something about this exchange—it was infuriatingly addictive. As much as you hated the arrogance behind every message, a tiny part of you almost looked forward to it. Maybe because it was the closest thing to excitement you’d had in a while.

Well, I don’t need you.

Uh-huh, sure. That’s why you keep replying, loser.

Your fingers twitched, and you stared at the screen for a moment. You weren’t sure if it was frustration or something else—something you definitely didn’t want to admit—but you couldn’t help yourself.

Fine. Whatever. But I’m not playing your games anymore.

Oh, you’re playing. You just don’t know it yet. :)

_____

The next week, you found yourself standing outside the classroom when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, nerd.”

You froze. No way. You turned around, heart suddenly hammering in your chest. Standing there, her arms crossed and a smug grin on her face, was none other than Kim Minjeong. The Kim Minjeong. The girl everyone talked about on campus. The one with the perfect hair, flawless skin, and an attitude that could probably melt steel. And yet, she was looking at you like you were her next personal project.

“You’re the one from my texts,” she said, clearly amused. “I didn’t expect you to actually show up in person. I was starting to think you were just a boring little avatar on my phone.”

You cleared your throat, completely caught off guard. “Uh… I—”

“Shut up. I’m not here for your excuses. I just wanted to see what kind of loser texts like that. What’s your deal? You too shy to have a real conversation with people?” She tilted her head, her smirk growing.

You opened your mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Was this really happening? You weren’t sure whether to feel angry or completely embarrassed.

“Well, no matter,” she continued, inspecting her nails. “You’ll be my little project now. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. For now.”

You stared at her, unable to speak. All you knew was that this was the start of something much, much bigger than you ever anticipated. And for some reason, you had the feeling it wasn’t going to be easy to get out of it.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as Minjeong—Kim Minjeong, the girl everyone on campus gossiped about—stared at you, completely unfazed by your awkward silence.

“You’re not much of a talker, huh?” she asked, leaning slightly forward, her tone almost mocking. “That’s fine. I’ll speak for both of us.”

You swallowed, feeling a little dizzy. She was even more intimidating in person. Her pristine appearance, her confident posture—it all screamed “don’t mess with me,” and yet here you were, standing in front of her, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Minjeong said, stepping a little closer. “But it’s really funny how you just take all my texts without saying anything back. You don’t even stand up for yourself. You just… let me walk all over you.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck, realizing she was right. You had been letting her mess with you, every text cutting through your defenses like a hot knife. And instead of standing up for yourself, you just let it happen, every time.

“Don’t worry,” Minjeong continued, her lips curling into a playful smile. “You’ll get used to it. Or not. I really don’t care either way.” She tilted her head, studying you with almost too much interest. “But hey, you’re not completely useless. You’re smart, right? The whole campus knows you’re the best in class. Maybe we can make a deal.”

You blinked, utterly confused. “A deal?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I need help in a few subjects. And since you’re such a little genius,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically, “I guess I’ll let you tutor me. But only if you agree to one thing.”

Your mouth went dry. “What thing?”

Her smirk widened, the challenge in her eyes making you want to back away, but you were frozen in place. “You’ll stop being such a boring, quiet little nerd. I want to see a little more of a… backbone from you.”

You swallowed, unsure of what she meant. Was she actually asking you to change? To become someone else? Or was this another game she was playing? Either way, something about the way she was looking at you made it hard to say no.

“And if I don’t?” you asked, your voice shaky but defiant.

She stepped even closer, closing the space between you, her presence looming in a way that made your heart beat faster. “Then I guess you’ll just stay in your little corner, the same nobody you’ve always been.” Her voice was low, almost teasing. “But hey, that’s your choice.”

You stared at her for a moment, torn between the frustration of her arrogance and the tiny spark of curiosity she’d ignited in you. You had always been invisible to people like her—perfect, untouchable Minjeong. But here she was, asking you for something. Something that felt… a little too much like a dare.

“Fine,” you finally muttered, unsure of what you were agreeing to but too stubborn to back down. “I’ll tutor you. But don’t expect me to be your personal project or anything.”

Minjeong’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, but I think you already are my project, sweetheart.” She let the words hang in the air, her tone thick with a teasing edge. “You just don’t know it yet.”

_____

You tried to concentrate on your notes in the library. You really did. But the truth was, you couldn’t stop thinking about Minjeong. Every time she texted you, every time she cornered you between classes, she left you reeling. You couldn’t figure out if she was just messing with you or if she really expected you to change for her—whatever that meant.

Your phone buzzed again.

Hey loser, I finished that paper. I hope you’re not crying because I got it done before you.

You groaned and typed back.

You’re not funny.

I’m hilarious, and you love it.

You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. But before you could type anything else, another message came through.

Meet me after class. I want to make sure you’re doing your job properly. I’ll be in the usual spot.

Your heart skipped a beat. The usual spot? What was that supposed to mean? You could already feel the nerves crawling up your spine. But there was no turning back now. You were in this—whether you liked it or not.

_____

You walked slowly across campus, your hands shaking in your pockets as you tried to ignore the growing anxiety in your chest. You had no idea what Minjeong wanted from you. Was she really expecting you to start acting differently? To… become someone like her?

You rounded the corner and saw her leaning against a tree, her sunglasses perched on her nose, looking effortlessly cool and completely out of place. Minjeong. The epitome of confidence, sitting there with her legs crossed and a casual smirk on her face as if she owned the whole campus.

She looked up when she saw you approaching and immediately stood up, her gaze shifting from indifferent to something more dangerous. “Well, well. Look who decided to show up.”

“I’m here,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, still not sure what to say to her.

Minjeong crossed her arms, eyeing you up and down. “So… how’s this tutoring thing gonna work?” she asked, a cocky edge to her voice. “You gonna teach me something useful? Or are you just gonna sit there and tell me about boring equations?”

You swallowed hard. “I’m here to help you with the subjects you need, not your attitude.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that so?” She took a step closer, almost invading your personal space. “And what if I don’t want to listen to your ‘help’? What if I want to see if I can break you first?”

Your heart raced as she loomed over you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You didn’t know whether to be terrified or intrigued by the way she was looking at you. But in that moment, you realized something.

You were in deeper than you thought.

_____

You sat at the table in the corner of the campus library, the one you usually claimed as your quiet spot. Your heart was racing, palms sweaty, despite the fact that you were technically prepared for the tutoring session. You had organized your notes, had everything ready, and you were determined to act professional.

Except that Minjeong was coming.

You had no idea how it was going to go. Would she actually listen? Would she make fun of you the entire time? The idea of having her so close, her eyes boring into you while you tried to explain math or history or whatever… It was enough to make you squirm in your seat.

The sound of footsteps broke you out of your thoughts, and you looked up. There she was. Minjeong. She sauntered toward your table with a confident smirk plastered on her face, her designer bag slung carelessly over one shoulder, the soft click of her heels echoing in the otherwise quiet library.

“Hey, nerd,” she greeted, sitting down a little too close for comfort.

You flinched slightly, your body tense. The closer she got, the harder it was to keep your thoughts in order. You had to remind yourself that she was here to study. You weren’t just some random person she was bothering—no, she needed your help.

Right?

“Ready to teach me, or do I need to entertain myself first?” she asked, leaning back in her chair, casually brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were playful, as though she knew exactly how she was affecting you.

You cleared your throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “We’re starting with history,” you muttered, opening your notes to the chapter you had planned on covering first. “I… I’ll just explain it, okay?”

“Sounds boring,” Minjeong said nonchalantly, but she leaned in anyway, her gaze never leaving you. “Go on. Teach me then. But, I gotta warn you, I’m not the best student.”

Her words shouldn’t have affected you the way they did, but they did. The teasing lilt in her voice, the way she sat just a little too close—it was making it hard to focus.

You coughed, trying to push the thoughts aside. “So, uh, this chapter is about—”

Before you could finish, Minjeong casually kicked her legs out, letting one of her feet brush against yours. You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Her eyes flicked down to where her foot had made contact with yours, then back up to meet your wide-eyed expression.

“Oops,” she said sweetly, almost too sweetly, “Did I do that?”

You nodded quickly, trying not to look like a mess. Why was she doing this to you?

“Focus, focus,” you muttered under your breath, forcing yourself to look at your notes. You opened your mouth to start again, but Minjeong wasn’t making it easy.

She leaned in closer, her face now dangerously near to yours, her lips just a breath away. “You’re really cute when you get all shy, you know that?” Minjeong’s voice was low, and the tone sent a strange shiver down your spine. “Makes me want to see just how far I can push you…”

Your cheeks went red instantly. You turned away, trying to act like you were still in control. You’re supposed to be tutoring her, you reminded yourself. You’re not supposed to be a nervous wreck.

“Stop distracting me,” you whispered, hoping she couldn’t hear the way your voice wavered.

Minjeong’s chuckle sent another wave of heat rushing to your face. “Distracting? I’m just trying to help you relax. You know, get rid of that stiff little nerdy vibe you’ve got going on.”

You wanted to protest, but the words didn’t come. Every inch of you was telling you to focus, but Minjeong wasn’t letting that happen.

She reached across the table, just a little too casually, and tapped the edge of your hand with her fingers. “You’re so serious all the time. Lighten up, will you?”

You jerked your hand back, feeling your pulse quicken at her touch. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this. You were the one in control here, the tutor, the smart one. Not her.

“I… I’m just trying to teach you,” you stammered, feeling the heat rush to your neck. “Can we please just focus on—”

But Minjeong wasn’t done yet.

Her chair scraped the floor as she moved just a little closer, until her body was practically pressed against yours. You stiffened immediately, trying to ignore the way her perfume clouded your senses. You could feel the heat radiating off her, and the distance between you was practically nonexistent.

“You’re cute when you get all flustered,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s honestly kind of adorable. Who knew the quiet nerd could be so… touchy?”

You swallowed, unable to think straight as she invaded your personal space even further. Minjeong’s lips were so close, and the way she was looking at you—like she was studying every reaction you had—it was making your head spin.

“I’m not—” you tried, but the words got stuck in your throat. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence with her so close. You felt like a complete loser.

“Not what?” she teased, her breath warm against your skin. “Not flustered? You’re definitely flustered.”

You wanted to say something, anything to regain some of your composure, but Minjeong was relentless. She moved closer again, her hand resting casually on the table, dangerously close to yours. “I bet you don’t even know how much I’m messing with you right now. You’re such an easy target, you know?”

You couldn’t even look at her anymore. You were certain your face was so red, you might actually combust.

“Are you gonna answer me, or are you just gonna keep looking all embarrassed?” she purred, the teasing tone in her voice making you want to curl up into a ball.

“I… I don’t…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. You just wanted to get through this tutoring session without completely losing your mind.

Minjeong chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on you. “Don’t worry, loser. I’m not that cruel. I’ll give you a break. But only because I’m feeling generous.”

You barely managed a shaky breath as she leaned back in her chair, her smile still playful, her eyes gleaming with amusement. You couldn’t believe how much she was affecting you with just a few words, a few touches. It was like she was purposefully breaking down every wall you had, and you couldn’t stop her.

You’re in over your head, you thought, unable to ignore the way your heart pounded against your chest.

You were trying. Really.

Trying to focus on the page in front of you, trying to explain the importance of some war or treaty or whatever the hell you were supposed to be teaching Minjeong. But it was impossible with her next to you, stretching in her chair like this was a spa day and not a tutoring session.

At some point, she had slid her chair even closer, until your knees were touching under the table. You had pulled back instinctively, but she only followed.

“I don’t bite, loser,” she whispered, her tone sickeningly sweet, “unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

You immediately choked on your own breath and coughed into your sleeve.

“God,” Minjeong laughed, “you’re such a mess.”

You slammed your textbook closed without meaning to. “I’m not a mess,” you muttered, even though your face was on fire and your hands were shaking slightly.

She leaned forward again, elbow on the table, chin resting on her palm, just watching you.

“Mm, sure. You’re not a mess. You’re just sweating and stuttering and can’t look me in the eye for longer than five seconds. That’s totally normal,” she said, voice laced with mock sympathy.

You clenched your fists in your lap, biting your tongue.

This was hell. She was hell.

“I don’t know why you’re even here if you’re not going to take this seriously,” you mumbled.

Minjeong blinked slowly. “What makes you think I’m not taking it seriously?”

You blinked back at her, dumbfounded. “Because you haven’t even opened your notebook.”

She smiled, almost innocent. “Yeah, but I’m watching you. That counts.”

“That’s not how studying works,” you said, exasperated, but your voice cracked halfway through the sentence, which absolutely killed any authority you were trying to have.

Minjeong reached across the table, slowly, and grabbed your pen. You thought she was going to mess with you again—but instead, she flipped your notebook toward herself and scrawled something at the top of the page.

You looked.

It said:

Loser Tutor’s Notes (feat. Me, Your Favorite Distraction)

You stared at it, dumbstruck.

“I’m going to murder you,” you said under your breath.

She just grinned wider, teeth flashing. “Now that’s more like it. There’s the spark I wanted to see. Who knew the little mouse could growl?”

You groaned and dropped your head onto the table.

“Oh my god. Please just read the chapter.”

Minjeong didn’t move.

You lifted your head slightly and gave her a side-eye. “What?”

She smiled like the devil. “You’ve got something on your face.”

You blinked. “What—?”

And then, without warning, she reached out and gently brushed her thumb across your cheek. You froze—completely, absolutely froze—because her hand was warm and soft and why was she touching you?!

“There,” she murmured, thumb lingering a beat too long. “Got it.”

You could barely breathe. Your brain was short-circuiting. You were ninety-nine percent sure your soul had just left your body.

She pulled her hand back slowly, eyes locked on yours.

“You look like you’re about to faint,” she said, tilting her head. “Are you okay, tutor?”

You nodded way too fast. “I’m—fine. Totally fine. Great. Studying. Yes.”

Minjeong bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh.

“God, you’re fun,” she whispered.

You looked down at the table, your notebook blurry through the sudden rush of heat in your cheeks. You didn’t know if this was some long-con bullying tactic or actual flirting or just Minjeong being a chaotic menace, but whatever it was—it was working.

You were completely, helplessly flustered.

And Minjeong? Minjeong was thriving.

You were certain the library air conditioning was broken. That had to be it. No way the heat rising in your face, the pounding in your ears, the flushed feeling in your chest—it couldn’t just be because Kim Minjeong was looking at you like she was waiting for you to fall apart.

And you were dangerously close to doing exactly that.

She’d stopped “studying” five minutes ago—if she ever started. Now she was slouched low in her chair, legs stretched out under the table, one of them still brushing yours every time she shifted. She hadn’t moved it. Not once.

You, however, had shifted four times and were now practically sitting sideways in your own chair, clutching your pen like it was a lifeline.

Minjeong tilted her head again, her ponytail swinging over one shoulder. “You keep running away from me and we’re not even on problem three.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat was dry and your face felt like it was melting off.

“Are you nervous?” she asked softly, voice almost gentle. “Because I don’t bite unless you ask nicely.”

You accidentally dropped your pen.

She immediately leaned down to pick it up, and you scrambled—too late. Her fingers brushed yours as she handed it back, and you swear your heart jumped so hard you saw stars.

“Thanks,” you whispered, looking anywhere but her.

“You’re so cute when you’re panicking,” she murmured. “Seriously. I should mess with you more often.”

“You already do,” you muttered, surprising even yourself with how fast it came out.

Minjeong’s brows rose. “Oop. Did the mouse just bite back?”

You clutched your pen tighter. “I’m just trying to help you pass history. That’s it.”

“Yeah? And I’m just trying to help you grow a backbone.”

You looked at her finally, eyes narrowing.

She smiled—lazy, smug, teasing. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. She wasn’t even doing anything outrageous—just being there, being her. Minjeong had this way of making even the smallest things feel dangerous. Flipping her hair, licking her lip, leaning just a little too close when she didn’t need to. It was like she knew what she was doing to you.

And worst of all: it was kind of working.

“I think we should take a break,” you said suddenly, standing a little too fast. Your chair scraped loudly across the floor, drawing a few judgmental librarian glares. You winced and hunched your shoulders.

Minjeong blinked up at you, smirking. “Running away again?”

You didn’t answer. You were already speed-walking toward the little vending machine nook down the hall, trying to calm your nerves. You needed air. Or sugar. Or maybe holy water.

Behind you, you heard her chair scrape, and then the soft click of her shoes as she followed. Of course.

You stared blankly at the vending machine, pretending to decide between juice and soda, even though your hands were shaking too badly to press any buttons.

Minjeong came to stand beside you, casually leaning her shoulder against yours. “If I knew tutoring came with this much entertainment,” she said, “I would’ve signed up ages ago.”

“You’re evil,” you mumbled, pressing a random button. You weren’t even sure what snack you picked. It clunked down into the bin below and you reached for it blindly.

“I’m effective,” she said with a grin.

You didn’t move, just stared down at your snack. “I don’t get you.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “That’s what makes this fun.”

You turned to look at her. She wasn’t teasing now. She looked… curious. Like she was watching you figure something out and enjoying every second of your confusion.

“I don’t know if you’re making fun of me or if this is just your weird way of flirting,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Minjeong tilted her head again. “Can’t it be both?”

Your stomach flipped.

She stepped a little closer—barely noticeable, but enough that you felt her body heat again, that magnetic pull she always seemed to carry with her. “You’re not like everyone else. You’re awkward, and twitchy, and you talk to yourself under your breath, and it’s hilarious. But…”

She hesitated.

“But I think it’s kind of cute.”

You froze.

She leaned in, lips near your ear.

“…Which is really inconvenient, because I was planning on just messing with you until you cried.”

You stared at the vending machine like it held the secrets of the universe.

Then you whispered, “You still might.”

Minjeong laughed.

“Okay,” she said, tugging your sleeve, “break time’s over. Come back. I might actually let you teach me something this time.”

You followed her back to the table.

But your heart was no longer racing from panic.

It was racing because now, you weren’t sure where this game was going.

But you definitely weren’t losing anymore.

_____

You had been trying to keep a low profile. Hoodie up, headphones in, eyes on the ground. But apparently, fate—or maybe just Minjeong—had other plans.

You saw her before she saw you, standing under the shade of a tree with her usual entourage: Jimin, Aeri, and Yizhou. They looked like a poster for a perfume ad—flawless, bored, and too cool for the sun. Minjeong was leaned against the trunk, arms crossed, sipping an iced drink like she owned the quad.

And then she spotted you.

Her eyes lit up, sharp and interested, like she’d just remembered a game she wanted to keep playing. She straightened immediately.

“Loser!” she called, way too loud. Students nearby turned to look. You wanted to sink into the earth.

You paused, already overheating as she sauntered over, her friends watching with curious amusement.

“C’mere,” she said, grabbing your sleeve and tugging you away from the crowd and her clique. “I need to talk to you.”

“Uh, okay,” you mumbled, letting her lead you a few steps away. You glanced nervously at her friends, who were now openly watching the scene.

Minjeong didn’t seem to care. Her grip on your sleeve tightened like she thought you might run away if she let go.

“What’s with the hoodie? You trying to ghost me?” she asked, arching a brow. “You haven’t replied to my texts.”

“I didn’t think you actually… wanted me to,” you said honestly. “I figured you were just messing with me yesterday.”

She gave you a flat look. “If I was just messing with you, I wouldn’t have remembered your hoodie smells like vanilla and anxiety.”

You blinked. “…What?”

“Never mind,” she said quickly, cheeks barely pink. “Listen. There’s a party tonight. You’re coming.”

Your stomach twisted. “Minjeong, I don’t really—”

“Party,” she repeated, voice firmer. “Tonight. You. Me.”

You shook your head. “I’m not a party person. I’ll just—”

“Hey,” came another voice suddenly—light, amused. You turned to see Jimin, striding over, hands in her jacket pockets and smile too pretty to trust.

She gave you a slow once-over. “You’re the little tutor, right?”

Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.

“She’s my tutor,” Minjeong cut in, fast and clipped. “Mine.”

Jimin just smiled wider. “Relax. I’m not stealing your study buddy.” Her eyes flicked to you. “But if she ever gets tired of Minjeong’s attitude, I’m around.”

Minjeong stiffened beside you.

You, meanwhile, were having a mental shutdown.

Jimin winked. “You free tonight, sweetheart?”

Before you could combust on the spot, Minjeong reached over and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back toward the tree.

“She’s busy.”

“Am I?” you asked weakly, trailing behind her.

Jimin finally turned to her, raising a brow. “I didn’t ask what she was doing, Minjeong.”

“She’s going to a party,” Minjeong said through clenched teeth.

“Oh?” Jimin looked back at you, eyes glinting. “Are you?”

“I, um…” You hesitated, caught between them like you were the final rose on a reality show. “She just invited me…”

“She just invited you?” Jimin echoed, mock-surprised. “And you’re going? That easy, huh?”

Minjeong bristled beside you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Jimin said innocently, though she looked two seconds from grinning. “I just didn’t know our little tutor was such a yes-girl.”

“Back off,” Minjeong muttered, taking a step closer to you—not touching, but unmistakably claiming.

Jimin smirked, completely unbothered. “Relax, Minjeong. I’m just making conversation. Unless…” She looked at you again. “You wanna ditch her and come with me instead?”

You made a sound that might’ve been a nervous laugh, or maybe just your soul evacuating your body.

But before you could process the chaos any further, Minjeong leaned in close—her voice dropped to something lower, more serious, and surprisingly soft:

“Don’t listen to her.”

Minjeong stopped, turned, and stared at you. Her eyes were… not playful now. Not exactly angry either. Just tense. A little frustrated. A lot possessive.

Then her voice dropped to something quieter. “Come to the party. Please.”

The word please came out soft. Not bratty. Not sarcastic. Just… honest.

You looked up at her, stunned.

“I thought you didn’t care,” you said, barely audible.

Minjeong met your eyes. “I do.”

Just those two words. No teasing. No smug grin.

You swallowed hard, heart thudding. “…Okay. I’ll go.”

Her expression broke into something triumphant, and maybe just a little too pleased. “Good.”

She let go of your wrist—finally—and turned to walk back toward her friends, but not before tossing over her shoulder, “Wear something cute. I don’t want anyone thinking you’re single.”

You stood there, stunned.

And then:

Wait.

Did she just—

_____

Your bed looked like a tornado had passed through it. Clothes were everywhere. Hoodies, jeans, shirts you hadn’t worn since high school—piled up like casualties of war.

You stared at the mirror, frozen.

A skirt.

You were wearing a skirt.

A cute one, too—soft black pleats that hit just above the knee, paired with a tucked-in oversized cream sweater and the tiniest bit of lip tint you nervously applied three times. It was… girly. Way too girly for you. But you had tried jeans first. Three different pairs. And none of them felt right.

But the second you pulled on the skirt and glanced at your reflection, your brain screamed: Minjeong would stare at this.

Which. Was a problem. Because now all you could think about was her reaction. Would she tease you? Laugh? Say something like “Trying to impress me, loser?” and then flash you that smug grin that made your stomach somersault?

You groaned, flopping back onto your bed with a dramatic sigh.

“I’m going to die,” you muttered to the ceiling. “She’s going to eat me alive.”

Your phone buzzed.

[Minjeong]: u ready or r u still panicking abt ur outfit

You stared.

How the hell did she know?

Before you could respond, another message came through:

[Minjeong]: put something cute on. like that skirt u wore in that insta pic 4 months ago. i remember.

Your soul left your body.

That post had maybe three likes. You’d deleted it two hours after posting because you thought you looked awkward. She remembered it?

You swallowed hard, quickly typing back:

[You]: …i am literally wearing that skirt rn

Her reply came instantly:

[Minjeong]: good girl

You dropped your phone face down and covered your face with both hands.

“I’m not surviving this night.”

_____

The music was loud. The lights were low and warm and golden. People spilled out onto the porch and into the kitchen, laughing, dancing, shouting over whatever playlist was blasting from someone’s half-broken speaker.

You stuck to the wall like a nervous cat, clutching a solo cup filled with something fruity you hadn’t even tasted yet. Your heart hadn’t stopped racing since you stepped through the door.

Then—

“Holy shit.”

You turned. It was Minjeong.

Her eyes scanned you up and down. Slowly. She blinked like she’d just walked into something unexpected.

“You actually wore it,” she said, voice low, a little breathy.

You shrugged, cheeks on fire. “You said it looked good.”

Minjeong bit her lip, very visibly, and took a step closer. “I didn’t say good. I said cute. You look… dangerously cute.”

You blinked at her. “Dangerously?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, reaching out to tug at the hem of your sweater, her fingers brushing your bare thigh for a second that felt like an eternity. “Someone might flirt with you again.”

You swallowed. “Is that a problem?”

She stepped in fully now, her body practically brushing yours, voice dropping just enough that it buzzed against your skin.

“It is if it’s not me.”

You laughed nervously, but her eyes didn’t move from yours. She was serious again—Minjeong-serious, which meant she was probably five seconds from either kissing you or ruining your life with one sentence.

“You really look good,” she said softly. “I mean it.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

She looked down at your mouth, then back up.

And just like that, the space between you started to disappear.

The room spun a little, not from the drink—honestly, you were too scared to actually drink much—but from the way Minjeong was looking at you. Focused. Intense. Like she was choosing what to do with you very, very carefully.

You weren’t even sure what you were supposed to do. Say something cool? Flirt back? You were lucky you hadn’t spontaneously combusted the second she touched your thigh.

Minjeong’s fingers lingered on the hem of your sweater, her knuckles grazing skin. She leaned in just a bit more—her mouth dangerously close to your ear—and said, voice low:

“Everyone’s looking at you.”

Your heart jumped so hard you nearly choked.

She pulled back slowly, smug. “Bet you didn’t think wearing that skirt would make you the main character.”

You blinked, struggling to find your voice. “I didn’t wear it for them…”

Minjeong raised a brow.

“I wore it because you asked.”

That got her.

The smirk faltered for a half second, replaced by something softer—surprised, maybe even a little shy, though she’d never admit it. Her tongue poked the inside of her cheek as she looked you over again.

“…You’re gonna kill me,” she muttered under her breath.

And then—

“Hey!” someone shouted across the room. “We’re doing truth or dare in the living room. Get in here, Minjeong! Bring your girlfriend!”

Your brain stuttered.

Minjeong didn’t correct them. Just turned to you with a tilt of her head. “You in?”

“I—” You hesitated. “I’m bad at games.”

“You’re bad at everything,” she replied sweetly. “Come on.”

You were pretty sure your legs didn’t even work right as she grabbed your hand—your hand—and pulled you through the crowd. People glanced over as you passed, some whispering, others straight-up staring. You, the awkward, quiet tutor girl, holding hands with the most terrifyingly attractive brat on campus like it was normal.

You sat down beside her on the floor in the circle, already tense. The game had clearly started—half-empty cups, people mid-laugh, someone yelling about a dare involving whipped cream and the upstairs bathroom.

Minjeong didn’t let go of your hand.

Jimin sat across the circle, raised a brow at the sight of you, and smirked knowingly.

It was Minjeong’s turn. The bottle spun, slow and lazy, until it landed directly on… you.

A chorus of “oooooh”s filled the room.

You swallowed hard.

Minjeong leaned forward, that bratty glint fully returning to her eye. “Truth or dare, loser?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Thought about lying.

“…Truth,” you said weakly.

She pouted. “Coward.”

Then her eyes gleamed.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Do you like anyone right now?”

Your whole soul short-circuited. The entire circle perked up.

Your voice cracked. “That’s your question?”

“What?” she said innocently. “It’s just a game.”

You looked around. Everyone was watching you. Even Jimin, lips curled into a smirk like she already knew the answer. Especially Minjeong—leaned in, eyes locked on yours, like she was testing something.

You looked at your lap. Then, quietly:

“…Yes.”

Minjeong’s smile froze.

And then her voice dropped, quieter than before. “Do I get to know who?”

You looked up.

And just barely—only loud enough for her to hear—you whispered:

“If I said it was you, would you stop teasing me?”

Minjeong blinked. For once, she was speechless.

Then she laughed, almost breathless, and leaned in closer than ever before. “No,” she said. “That would just make me worse.”

And she still didn’t let go of your hand.

like she always did when she got her way.

Minjeong just stared at you. Like she was recalibrating something in her head.

Then, in classic Minjeong fashion, she leaned back like nothing happened at all—like you hadn’t just admitted you liked her in front of a crowd—and said lazily, “About time you said it.”

You flushed to your ears.

Someone whistled from across the circle. “Damn, is this a real thing now?”

“Obviously,” Minjeong replied with a toss of her hair, tightening her grip on your hand like it was proof.

“She didn’t say your name though,” Jimin pointed out slyly, swirling her drink. “Could’ve been me.”

Minjeong’s head snapped around so fast you could feel the heat rolling off her.

“Oh, really, Jimin?” she said, voice all sugar and knives. “You wanna go there again?”

“I’m just saying,” Jimin shrugged. “She did look kinda cute blushing when I talked to her.”

You, still attached to Minjeong’s hand, wished to be buried in a hole. Immediately.

But Minjeong was already turning back to you, letting go of your hand only to casually sling an arm around your shoulders. You stiffened like a board.

“She blushes when I breathe near her,” she told the group, shooting a smug grin at Jimin. “That doesn’t make you special.”

You whispered, “Oh my god,” under your breath.

The group howled with laughter.

You sank lower against the couch, every inch of your body warm, but Minjeong didn’t move her arm. In fact, her fingers started playing with the loose ends of your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Next round,” someone called, spinning the bottle again. The game moved on, but Minjeong stayed close, thigh pressed to yours, one leg bent so her knee bumped against yours every now and then.

Every time someone got dared to do something loud or messy or flirty, you flinched. But Minjeong? She didn’t let them near you.

“Dare me to kiss anyone here,” someone slurred two seats away, clearly tipsy. “I dare you.”

“Not her,” Minjeong said immediately, pointing at you without even looking up. “She’s off-limits.”

You stared at her.

“Why?” someone asked with a grin.

Minjeong finally turned her head, looked at you—really looked at you, eyes a little darker now, a little softer.

“Because I’m gonna kiss her later.”

And just like that, you forgot how to breathe.

_____

You weren’t sure how you got here.

One second you were in the living room, sitting next to Minjeong with your face burning and your thoughts short-circuiting. The next, she was tugging your hand again, weaving you through the crowd like she owned the place (which, for all you knew, she might), until you reached the back hallway���quiet, dimly lit, with only the low bass of music muffled through the walls.

You stopped just outside an empty guest room.

She let go of your hand but stepped in close again, crowding you gently against the wall, her gaze unreadable but focused like a laser.

“You okay?” she asked, and for the first time tonight, her voice was calm. Serious.

You nodded too fast. “Y-Yeah. Just a little warm.”

Minjeong smiled—crooked and knowing. “You always get like this around me?”

You wanted to lie, but all you could do was squeak, “Maybe.”

She hummed, pretending to think. “That’s cute.”

Your breath caught when she reached up and brushed your hair away from your face. Her fingers were light, warm, more careful than you expected. And you hated—hated—how easily you melted under her touch.

“I meant what I said earlier,” she murmured. “About kissing you.”

Your throat closed up. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she said plainly. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

You looked up at her, heart hammering, cheeks hot. You didn’t say anything—but you didn’t pull away either.

That was enough for Minjeong.

She leaned in slowly, giving you time, watching you for even the smallest flinch.

And when her lips finally brushed against yours—soft, teasing at first—you forgot how to think. It wasn’t rough or rushed or showy like you thought it might be. It was patient. Curious. Gentle, even as her hand settled on your waist and her body pressed a little closer.

You gasped just slightly, and she smiled into the kiss like she’d won a prize.

When she pulled back, it was only by a few centimeters. Her breath was warm on your lips.

“You’re really bad at hiding it,” she whispered.

“Hiding what?” you managed to breathe.

“How much you like me.”

You didn’t deny it.

Minjeong grinned—smug, beautiful, bratty. “Lucky for you, I like you back. Even if you’re a total loser.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said, dazed.

She kissed you again.

And this time, you kissed her back.

_____

The air hit you like a wall the second you stepped out the front door. Crisp, cold, sharp against your legs—the skirt suddenly felt like a criminal choice.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, already regretting not bringing a jacket. Not that you’d planned to be here long enough to need one.

Minjeong followed behind, pulling the door shut, the muffled sound of music and party noise sealing off in an instant. The night was quiet now. Just the wind, a few distant voices, and your heart still fluttering from what had just happened.

“You’re freezing,” she said, eyes flicking to your bare arms.

“I’m fine,” you lied quickly. “It’s not that—”

Before you could finish, she was already sliding off her jacket. Not just any jacket. A black designer bomber, subtly monogrammed with tiny initials and a luxury brand name you definitely couldn’t pronounce.

She held it out.

You blinked at her. “Minjeong, that’s like… probably worth more than my tuition.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a jacket. And you’re shivering.”

“I’m not—”

“Take it,” she said flatly. “Before I get mad about it.”

You stared.

She stared back.

You slowly took the jacket, and the weight of it was immediate. Heavy, expensive, warm—and it smelled like her. Some kind of clean, expensive perfume and something uniquely her. You pulled it on, the sleeves way too long, the shoulders slightly too broad.

And still, it felt… safe.

Minjeong looked you over once, then smirked. “Cute. Loser in designer. New aesthetic?”

You scoffed. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look like you’re mine,” she said under her breath. Then louder: “And it’s not ridiculous if I say it’s hot.”

You nearly tripped over your own feet.

She watched you fumble, grinning smugly, before walking ahead a few steps—then pausing and turning around, waiting for you to follow.

You did, hugging her jacket closer to your body, still buzzing from the kiss, her scent, her voice—everything.

She glanced back at you again.

“You hungry?”

You looked up. “What?”

“I’m starving,” she said. “Let’s go get food. I’m not ready to drop you off yet.”

“Minjeong—”

“Don’t argue,” she cut in. “You’re wearing my jacket. That makes you my responsibility.”

You rolled your eyes, flustered and grinning, and followed her into the cold.

The diner was exactly what you needed. Small, dimly lit, and filled with the faint hum of quiet chatter from a few other late-night customers. The warm glow from the neon signs outside flickered through the windows, giving everything a surreal, almost dream-like feel.

You slid into the booth across from Minjeong, still wearing her oversized designer jacket, which now felt like it belonged to you—despite the overwhelming scent of her still lingering on it. She didn’t say anything as she picked up the menu, her face softening for a split second before she took a casual glance at you.

You glanced down at the menu too, trying to look normal, but your fingers were still numb from the cold and your mind was racing a million miles an hour. You couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened—what she had said, the way she kissed you, how she’d taken off her jacket without hesitation and handed it to you.

She leaned back in the booth, her eyes scanning the menu, though you caught the way her gaze flicked to you every now and then, like she was waiting for you to say something.

“Don’t make me do all the talking,” she finally said, voice teasing. “Order something. It’s late. And I’m starving.”

You nodded, but before you could even pick something, she already waved the waitress over.

“I’ll have the pancakes and a coffee,” Minjeong said casually, flipping the menu shut. Then she turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “You?”

You hesitated, still feeling the weight of the moment, the kiss, the intimacy of it all. Finally, you settled on something easy—“Uhm, I’ll just have a burger, I guess.”

The waitress nodded and left.

You stared at the table, the silence between you stretching on. Minjeong didn’t say anything at first, letting you stew in your thoughts, her posture relaxed but the slight smile on her lips betraying a soft satisfaction.

“You’re really quiet all of a sudden,” she finally remarked, leaning in just a little. “That’s not like you.”

“I’m just… thinking,” you admitted, not really wanting to meet her gaze, but feeling the pull to do so. “About, well… everything.”

Minjeong’s lips curled up, a half-smirk forming. “And what exactly are you thinking about?” Her voice was lighter, teasing, but there was something underneath it, a small vulnerability that slipped through the cracks in her usual brash demeanor.

You shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to explain. “Just… you know. How things just kinda… happened?”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning your face for a moment. “It wasn’t that sudden, was it?” she asked, her tone more serious now, the playful edge gone.

You shrugged. “I mean, you were kind of… teasing me all night, and then the kiss, and now we’re here. I guess I didn’t really think it’d go this way.”

Her gaze softened a little, and she leaned forward just enough to close the space between you two. “You didn’t think I’d kiss you?”

You shook your head, feeling like an idiot. “No, I— I don’t know what I thought.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Minjeong reached across the table, her fingers brushing against yours for the briefest second, making your heart skip a beat.

“I’m not gonna lie,” she said softly, her gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that was rare for her. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.”

You froze.

“I just didn’t know if you’d want it. I didn’t know if you’d be into it.” She paused, biting her lip in that way that sent a shiver through you. “But when you looked at me like that… I kinda lost control.”

You felt your face flush again, your chest tightening. “You’ve been wanting to kiss me? Seriously?”

She smirked again, just a little, but there was no mistaking the softness in her eyes now. “Why do you think I’ve been teasing you? Flirting with you?”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your mind was still processing. Minjeong… wanted you? All along?

Before you could speak, the waitress arrived with their orders, setting the plates down with a quiet smile before walking off.

You reached for your burger, but your hand was shaking—just a little.

Minjeong noticed.

She leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms over her chest, the soft smile still on her lips as she watched you carefully. “Relax,” she said gently. “I’m not gonna bite. At least, not unless you want me to.”

You shot her a playful look, finally shaking your head and trying to settle into the moment. “I’m still figuring out what to do with you.”

“Good luck with that,” Minjeong said with a grin, reaching for her coffee. “I’m not easy, you know.”

You laughed quietly, still trying to get used to the idea of this—her teasing, her soft moments, the fact that she wanted to be close to you.

Minjeong’s eyes softened again, a little less cocky now, a little more real. “I’m serious though,” she said, her voice quieter, almost shy. “You do look cute in my jacket.”

You smiled, a little more at ease. “Thanks, Minjeong.”

“Anytime, loser.”

______

You took a bite of your burger, still flustered but feeling more comfortable now that the silence wasn’t quite as awkward. Minjeong was sipping her coffee, her fingers wrapped loosely around the mug, and you couldn’t help but notice the way she looked—more relaxed than usual, a little less like the untouchable queen of the campus and a little more like… well, someone you could actually talk to.

After a few more seconds of silence, you caught her glancing at you, a playful glint in her eye as she waited for you to say something.

And, for some reason, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Jeongie,” you said out of nowhere.

Minjeong blinked, the coffee cup pausing halfway to her lips as she stared at you. “What did you just call me?”

You tried to hold back your smile, knowing you had the upper hand now. “Jeongie. It fits you. You can’t just be ‘Minjeong’ all the time. It’s way too formal.”

Her eyebrow arched. “Jeongie?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, your grin getting wider. “It’s cute. I think it suits you better than ‘Minjeong.’ It sounds more… playful. Fun.”

Minjeong set her cup down, a small laugh escaping her as she leaned forward, looking at you with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Jeongie, huh? Is that what you think of me?”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant despite the fact that your heart was suddenly racing again. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re definitely a little bratty sometimes, but I think you have a softer side. I think you like the nickname.”

Minjeong leaned back in the booth, crossing her arms and giving you a sideways smile. “You’re bold, aren’t you?”

You shrugged again, but this time your grin was playful. “What can I say? You bring it out in me, Jeongie.”

Her eyes narrowed in mock annoyance, but there was something warmer behind them now—something that made her seem less like the untouchable goddess and more like someone real. Someone you could actually imagine getting to know better.

“You’re gonna regret that nickname, loser,” she said with a sly grin, but there was no heat behind it. In fact, her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile.

“No way,” you retorted confidently, biting into your burger. “It’s perfect. You look more like a Jeongie than a Minjeong anyway.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, she leaned across the table again, her face now just inches from yours. “You’re so cute when you’re being a little brat, you know that?”

Your breath caught at the closeness. The teasing tone in her voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Stop flirting,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Minjeong’s smirk only deepened, and she sat back in her seat again, eyes never leaving yours. “I’m not flirting. I’m just telling you the truth.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Jeongie, you’re impossible.”

“That’s why you like me,” she replied smoothly, looking far too smug for someone who had just claimed that they weren’t flirting.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the air between you filled with a mix of teasing and something else—something soft, almost like you were both trying to get used to the idea that you were sitting here together, just the two of you, talking in a way that felt more real than the game you’d been playing earlier that night.

Then, Minjeong’s voice broke the silence, quieter than before.

“You know, I’m really glad you came tonight,” she said, her tone a little more genuine, less teasing. “I… I wasn’t sure if you’d actually show up to the party. Or if you’d even want to be around me, after everything.”

You were caught off guard by the vulnerability in her voice. Minjeong—Jeongie—wasn’t the type to let people see her like this. She was usually cocky, sure of herself, a little untouchable.

But now? There was something else there. Something softer.

“I almost didn’t,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “But… I’m glad I did too. I… I like being around you. Even if you’re a brat.”

Minjeong looked down for a second, almost like she was processing your words, before her gaze met yours again. There was that familiar spark in her eyes, but it was mixed with something else now—something warmer.

“I like being around you, too, loser,” she said softly, before leaning back in the booth with her usual cocky grin. “But don’t get used to me being nice.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you. There was something about this side of her—the side she only showed when it was just the two of you—that made you feel a little braver. A little more confident.

“Jeongie, I don’t think I could ever get used to you being nice,” you teased, feeling more playful now. “You’re way too much of a brat for that.”

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward again, her voice low and dangerous. “Keep calling me that, and I’ll make sure you never forget who’s in charge, loser.”

The intensity of her gaze sent a thrill through you, but you couldn’t help but smirk back.

“Only if you can keep up, Jeongie.”

[witchslove]

Watch Me

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When Wanda gets an interesting request from one of her viewers, she asks you to help her out.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, top!reader, piss kink, mentions of smut

A/N: Just a fun little blurb in the camgirl Wanda universe. This fic contains piss kink, you have been warned.

Blurb from “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Ever since you and Wanda had made your relationship official, you’d been helping her out with a lot of her streams.

It was new and exciting and it turned both of you on immensely.

Sometimes you’d star in her shows, fucking her on camera for her viewers to see. You never showed your face, however, and Wanda was okay with your decision to remain anonymous.

She also had you help her film content pretty often, finding it even more arousing to have you watching her from behind the camera while she touched herself.

The paid requests were usually pretty tame - viewers wanted to see Wanda edge herself, overstimulate herself, or make herself cum with different toys - and you were glad to help, always enjoying the view that came with it.

One particular request had Wanda feeling nervous to ask for your help.

Someone had asked her to piss on camera. She’d never filmed anything like that before, but she wasn’t opposed to it.

She just didn’t know how to ask you to film it. She didn’t know how you would react either, or how awkward it might be to pee in front of you. You’d made her squirt before, many times at that, but this was different.

There were so many variables that made her nervous, but what really caught her off guard was that the thought of you watching her do it actually turned her on.

She never considered that she might be into such a thing. The thought had never crossed her mind, let alone accompanied by so much arousal. She came to the conclusion that it wasn’t so much the act that turned her on - it was you specifically. The thought of you watching her while she was so vulnerable made her core throb.

Days went by before she finally mustered up the courage to bring it up to you, unsure of why she was so nervous when you were always nothing but understanding.

The two of you were making out on the couch, her in your lap, the movie you’d put on long forgotten, when she decided to take the leap. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started, breaking the kiss. “I got a new request and I need your help with it.”

Your interest piqued at her words. “Go on,” you encouraged, your hands resting on her waist as she spoke.

“It’s kind of a weird request but I think I want to do it, I just can’t really get the camera angle right on my own and you’re always so good at it,” she rambled before stopping to take a breath.

“Someone paid me to pee on camera,” she blurted out, biting her lip immediately after the words left her mouth.

You took a moment to process what she said and Wanda held her breath.

“I- wow, that’s… something,” you managed to get out, unsure of how you felt about it, but unable to deny the heat that spread through your body at the idea. “Of course I’ll help you, my love. You know I’ll never turn down an opportunity to see you naked,” you joked, alleviating some of the tension.

Wanda chuckled, relieved that you weren’t judgmental, not that she thought you would be in the first place.

“Okay,” she said, smiling down at you. “Thank you.” She leaned in to kiss you softly. “Could we do it later today? I got the request a few days ago and I’ve kept them waiting a while.”

“Of course baby,” you responded, not pressing her on why she didn’t bring it up sooner. You figured she probably hadn’t decided if it was something she was comfortable with until now.

“Guess I should start drinking water,” she jested, giving you one last kiss before getting up to go to the kitchen.

A few hours later, she was ready. She pulled you aside and led you to the bathroom, where she’d already set things up for you. You grabbed her camera and microphone from the countertop while she undressed before waiting for further instruction.

She positioned herself in the bathtub so that she was half sitting on one of the edges, her legs spread and pussy exposed.

You practically drooled at the sight. No matter how many times you’d seen your girlfriend on display for you, it still had the same effect every time.

“You ready?” She asked, wincing slightly at the fullness of her bladder.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, pressing record.

Wanda looked at you for reassurance and found only desire in your gaze. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip before she relaxed and let go.

What started out as a trickle turned into a steady stream of piss, splattering slightly as it came in contact with the tub. Wanda let out a breath of relief and closed her eyes at the feeling of releasing after holding it in for so long.

When she opened her eyes, a pang of arousal shot through her at what she saw.

You were entranced. Your gaze was fixated on her pussy and the clear liquid streaming out of her, your mouth open the slightest bit, pupils dilated.

She hadn’t expected you to be so turned on from watching her pee, but it was exhilarating. The way you were looking at her was making her feel hot all over.

You didn’t know what to expect going into this, but you certainly weren’t expecting your view to be this hot. You couldn’t help but stare, your arousal growing with every second that passed.

Wanda was pissing in front of you and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen.

Part of you wanted to toss the camera to the side and kneel in front of her as she let go, but you had one job and you were going to do it right.

When you looked up at Wanda’s face, she was staring at you intently with a smirk adorning her perfect features. You knew at that moment that you’d been caught, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Rarely did you ever rewatch the videos you made together, since you always had the real thing right in front of you, but you had a feeling you’d be coming back to this one.

Your eyes fell back down, watching as piss continued to flow from her pussy, almost letting out a whimper at the sight.

As her stream died down, you noticed you were practically panting and tried to control your breathing. Luckily, the mic was above her and not you.

You stopped recording and looked away, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Wanda spoke first, teasing you.

You couldn’t lie to her. “Yeah,” you managed, still avoiding eye contact. “That was…”

“Hot,” she finished, causing you to look up at her.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in agreement, not sure what else to say.

“Come here,” she said softly, leaning forward, and you met her halfway.

She kissed you, letting her tongue slip into your mouth for a moment before pulling away. “We can talk about it later,” she mumbled against your lips. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

You grunted at her words, nodding eagerly and kissing her again with more fervor. You picked her up, setting her against the wall, and did exactly as she asked.

She came three times before you stripped down as well and joined her for a shower, kissing languidly as you washed each other.

The two of you eventually discussed what had transpired, acknowledging that you both enjoyed it and deciding to do it again in the future.

The next morning, Wanda left the door open when she went to the bathroom just to tease you, letting you hear her stream and giving you a partial view of her legs spread on the toilet. This woman was going to be the death of you.

Two weeks later, she peed on you in the shower and you touched yourself under her stream, coming undone before she was even finished.

Wanda was no longer nervous to ask you for help with her more unique requests, nor was she nervous to explore new kinks with you, which you were also grateful for.

What started out as a weird request from one of Wanda’s viewers turned out to be an undiscovered kink brought to light in your relationship, and the two of you had never felt closer to each other.

[pervoshi]

MINE . blade , yingxing

blade wasn’t gentle.

the mara-strucken man could only hold himself back for one singular person; you.

even then he had his, well, moments when the two of you were alone.

you had been practically bratty today.

not focusing on the mission that the two of you were assigned too, making a scene every now and then, causing the two of you to have more encounters with guards then blade’s patience could handle.

he tried to be as nice as he could be at first, simply scolding you to get your act together.

“whatever, this mission is annoying anyways.”

his left eye twitched, but he held himself back, for now.

it wasn’t until the both of you were infiltrating the target’s base that you really got the man going.

the plan was simple: you were going to be the distraction while blade took out any guardsmen.

simple, right?

clearly not for you.

“you will approach— girl, where are you,”

you gave blade a sly smirk, skipping up the stairs without a care in the world, approaching the entrance littered with guards.

“hi boys, can you direct me to where the boss is?”

your voice was up an octave, the dress you were wearing hiking up slightly as you leaned forward, exposing the plump of your chest.

blade’s eyes were burning into you, you could practically feel them from where you were.

to you, it was so much fun teasing the poor man, knowing his self control was dwindling away the more you spoke.

your sweet voice wasn’t convincing enough however, so, you took things just a bit further.

“come on, don’t be like that,” you whispered, one of your hands coming up to caress the fabric of a guard’s jacket.

“you think i’m pretty, yeah?”

blade froze, watching you lean in to the man, your lips practically touching his.

“then let me in, ‘kay?”

everything went blank in blade’s eyes, in one swift motion he had taken down every single guard.

well, all expect one.

blade leaned down, his bandaged hand tangling into the guard’s hair as he made him look up, being forced to stare at the stellaron’s hunter demeaning gaze.

“what a pitiful excuse of a man.”

his voice was mean.

the guard’s eyes moved to you for just a second, pleading for you to do something.

blade was quicker though, yanking the man’s head away with such force it made him groan.

“no, don’t fuckin’ look at her.”

your thighs rubbed together; you loved when he got rough.

blade could see you out of the corner of his eye, watching you practically get off at him throwing a lone guard around.

he dropped the man from his grasp, now standing tall, towering over you.

“i will deal with you later, girl.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, knowing that blade was growing closer and closer to snapping.

“aren’t you cute; gettin’ all jealous just from that.”

his jaw clenched.

“say that again, brat.”

“what? that you’re cute when you’re jealous?”

blade hummed, turning away for a second.

he could feel that anger rising in him, the one he so desperately tried to control.

but, you didn’t want him to control it, you wanted him to let it out.

let it out on you, specifically.

“getting so mad, aren’t you?”

“do not test me right now.”

“why not? scared you’ll get rough with me?”

blade turned his head, staring you down like he hated you.

“is that what this is about?”

he stepped closer.

“you want me to get rough, huh?”

another step.

“get mean?”

you kept the smug look on your face, masking how soaked your panties were getting.

“maybe, but,”

you look up at him, that mischievous little stare making blade even more annoyed.

“i don’t think you have it in you.”

“you really want to test that theory with me, girl?”

“oh, it’s not a theory — it’s a fact.”

the coil within blade snapped.

he was quick with his movements, grabbing hold of your neck with his gloved hand, dragging your body closer to him.

you reacted instantly, your own hands grasping at his wrists as you attempted to tug his from your neck, your airways tightening up the more he kept his hold on you.

“l—let go!”

“do you ever shut that mouth of yours?”

blade let you thrash around, amused by the way you tried so hard to get away knowing this is exactly what you wanted.

he let go of you after a bit, letting you catch your breath before immediately shoving your head down, making you fall to your knees.

you caught yourself, knees digging into the concrete as a fit of coughs left you, your eyes teary as the man above you looked down at you.

“is that— all you got?”

blade watched you, intrigued by your response.

“cause so far, my theory is still right.”

the stellaron hunter didn’t respond, instead, he let his actions speak for him.

a hand came down to grip your hair before shoving the rest of your head into the ground, cheek now pressed fully into the rocky surface.

he removed the bandaged hand from your hair, making you let out a sigh in relief as the pressure was released.

a moment that was short lived as you felt something else press onto your head.

is that his fucking shoe?

blade put all his pressure on one leg, smushing your cheek into the concrete, watching your nails dig into your palms.

“get off my fuckin’ face.”

“you think you can give me orders?”

his shoe pressed harder, making you hiss in response.

“isn’t this what you wanted, girl,”

he leaned down, ramming your face harder into the ground, blood leaking from your cheek as he did so.

“for me to be rough, mean—,”

you couldn’t help how wet this was making you, knowing that blade was the one hurting you like this.

it made you feel dizzy.

blade noticed how you shifted your body, thighs pressing together and the little whimpers that kept slipping past your lips.

“you gettin’ off from this?”

“n—no.”

he scoffed, leaning over your body entirely until he was able to reach the hem of your dress, lifting the material up your body until it exposed your clothed cunt, arousal seeping through the material.

“you sure about that, girl?”

he was mocking you.

“got all drenched, just from me throwing you around a little?”

blade chuckled, leaning back up before finally removing his shoe from your head.

you pushed yourself up a bit, wiping off the dirt and blood from your cheek, eyes piercing into the man above you.

he squatted down, now face to face with you as he let his gloved hand cup the underside of your chin, squeezing the flesh so your lips puffed up.

“still want to be a brat, hm?”

“f—fuck you,”

there was silence, followed by the stinging feeling of blade’s hand connecting with your cheek, holding your face there after the fact.

“say one more word,”

he got close to your ear, lips brushing against the flesh making you jolt away.

“and i’ll make sure that little cunt of yours gets nothin’ tonight.”

you stayed silent, teeth gnawing into your cheek to silence a moan that almost snuck through.

blade let out an airy laugh, landing a few soft hits against your cheek before finally standing tall again.

“that’s all it takes to shut you up?”

you looked up at him, eyes glossed over with tears, a pout visible on your lips.

“so fuckin’ easy.”

“p—please,”

aeons, you looked so desperate.

blade had enough self control to not moan at the sight of you, but his cock was aching within the confines of his pants.

“c’mere, on your knees.”

you did as he said, kneeling right in front of his crotch, practically drooling like a starved dog.

he toyed with his belt, yanking the the leather off before pausing for a second, looking at the item then back at you.

“don’t move.” blade said sternly, circling around so he was behind you.

he knelt down, taking both of your wrists in his hand before wrapping the leather belt around them, tightening it, making you hiss a bit in response.

blade hummed, satisfied with his work, returning to his position in front of you.

you shifted your wrists, getting used to the feeling of them being restricted before looking back up at the man, a small pout on your lips.

“was this really necessary?”

he scoffed, his gloved hand reaching down to grip your jaw.

“still running that damn mouth of yours—,”

blade’s thumb slid over the flesh of your bottom lip, humming, before forcing the digit into your mouth.

“there, now you’re quiet.”

you whined against his finger, teeth grazing the fabric on it in an attempt to bite the stellaron hunter.

“don’t even think about it, girl.”

he saw that mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips pursed upwards, challenging the man.

“or what?” you slurred out, muffled by your mouth being full.

blade was on fire, his control still slipping from every bit of resistance you gave him.

the man slid his leg towards you, the tip of his shoe pressing against the fabric of your underwear.

you nearly choked on his thumb, your hips grinding into his shoe involuntarily from the lack of contact thus far.

“so greedy.”

he slipped his digit from your mouth, wiping the spit across the flush of your cheeks.

“go on,”

blade moved his shoe even further into your cunt, your full weight now sitting on top of it.

“i—i’m not getting off on your foot.”

“still want to talk back, hm?”

he leaned down, face now inches from yours, his expression unreadable.

“either start movin’ or you’re getting nothin’ from me.”

“don’t believe you—,”

blade sucked his teeth, how could you still be this mouthy with him?

“one more word from you and i swear to—,”

“swear to what, hm? that you’ll leave me here? oh p—please.”

you leaned in closer to him, mouth inches away from his ear.

“you leave me here, and you’ll get nothing too,”

blade felt your teeth nip at this flesh, a giggle escaping you as you leaned away.

“and we both know how much you love getting your dick wet.”

the stellaron hunter looked at you once more, eyes closing as he leaned back up, a long sigh leaving him.

you watched him undo the button on his pants, then the zipper, the material falling open, exposing the fabric of his boxers.

blade removed his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and leaking with his arousal.

“you think i need you, girl, to get off?”

he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly pumping it as he looked dead in your eyes, a smirk forming on his lips.

“what are you doing—,”

his free hand slapped across your cheek once again, making you yelp in surprise.

“i don’t want to hear one fuckin’ word from you.”

his thumb slid across the tip of his length, wiping the precum away as he continued to pleasure himself.

all you could do was watch as he thrusted into his hand, your cunt leaking all over the surface of the man’s shoe.

without thought, you started slowly grinding your hips into his foot, small whimpers slipping from you as you became mesmerized by the sight of blade.

“did i say you could hump my shoe, brat?”

you jolted back to your senses when you heard his voice, hips stopping their movements while you gazed up at blade, eyes wide and lips glossy.

“no movin’ unless i tell you.”

so, there you sat, all helpless as you watched blade fuck into his hand, only the sounds of his occasional groans filling your ears.

you shifted your thighs, the lack of friction between your legs making your head dizzy, teeth chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“b—blade,”

“didn’t i say to keep quiet?”

he hissed out, tone mean and rough.

your eyes glossed over with tears, a few falling as you whined, catching the man’s attention.

“you want something, girl?”

you nodded, eyes begging him to do anything.

he slowed the pace at which he rubbed his cock, now focused on your desperate expression.

“spit it out then.”

“want— want to get off, please.”

blade huffed out a laugh, his hand now coming to a stop, giving you his full attention.

“i don’t think you deserve to after all the stunts you’ve played today.”

“sorry, ‘m s—sorry!”

he took a step closer to you, cock now inches away from your face, twitching slightly as it brushed against your lips.

“hm - are you actually sorry or,”

blade shifted his shoe beneath your cunt, making you moan as he continued his small movements.

“do you just want me to touch this greedy cunt?”

“n—no, no! ‘m sorry, promise i am.”

he contemplated for a moment, but finally came to a decision.

“you’re gonna let me fuck this mouth of yours,”

his cock slid past your lips, slowly pushing in as the tip approach the back of your throat

“and if you satisfy me enough—,”

blade groaned, the feeling of your tongue curling around his length distracting him from finishing his sentence.

“i’ll finally let you cum, got it?”

you nodded as best you could, your movements restricted due to blade’s cock being shoved down your throat.

“good, good girl.”

the praise alone made your hole clench around nothing, arousal dripping onto the concrete.

blade placed both hands on your head, curling them into your hair before shallowing thrusting in your mouth, letting you briefly adjust to the feeling.

his pace began to speed up, his tip now constantly pressing into the back of your throat making you gag every time he moved, drooling dribbling your chin.

“that’s it, girl.”

another groan left the stellaron hunter, his eyes closing as you swirled your tongue around his cock as he fucked into your mouth, edging the man to his release.

“so fuckin’—,”

he adjusted the leg placed under your cunt, the sudden movement making you whine against his length.

“c’mon, grind against me.”

you didn’t have to be told twice, your hips immediately beginning to move against his shoe, the feeling making your eyes roll into your skull.

the two of you looked absolutely filthy.

sweat pouring from your skin, a constant parade of moans filling the air around you.

blade’s cock twitched in your mouth, his movements becoming sloppy as tightened the grip on your hair, signaling he was close to his release.

you’re own high was approaching too, your cunt aching from how hard you were humping into the man.

“gonna— fuck, gonna cum soon.”

he could hear you utter a small please, watching the way your cunt dragged against him, your arousal pooling around the base of his shoe.

“you gettin’ close, girl?”

all he got in response was a whine, your movements never once faltering as he roughly continued his attack on your throat.

“better— fuckin’ cum with me, got it?”

blade got harder, rougher, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his hands leaving your hair to cup your chin, lifting your head so your eyes bore into each others.

the feeling in your stomach boiled over, a mantra of muffled moans spilling from you as blade threw his head back, thrusting one last time into your mouth before spilling his seed down your throat, coating the flesh with white.

your own orgasm washed over you, hips stuttering as you rode out the high, arousal gushing from your hole.

“yeah, yeah— that’s it, come undone for me, girl.”

blade slowly slid from your mouth, his release burning your throat as some of it seeped down.

the hand on your chin forced your mouth open, thumb pressing against your tongue.

“stick it out, let me see.”

you obeyed, tongue moving on its own to show blade his cum coating the entirety of your mouth.

“good — now swallow.”

again, you listened, letting the rest of his seed coat your throat as it went down.

blade noticed the way your hips were still moving, slowly, but noticeable.

“always so greedy, aren’t you?”

he moved to stand behind you, one of his legs pressing into your back, pushing the weight of your body forward, making your cheek pressing into ground below.

blade knelt down, his hands finding your hips as he examined the mess that was your panties, all soaked through with a mixture of cum and sweat.

the man pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers running up and down the slit, your hips bucking from the sensitivity of your previous orgasm.

“she’s still sensitive, huh?”

two of his fingers circled your clit, his eyes watching the way your hole would twitch around air from every move of them.

“poor girl, you just want to be filled, don’t you?”

your mind couldn’t think straight, words becoming trapped in your throat as blade had his way with you, unable to resist any of his actions.

blade removed his fingers from your bud, now inching them towards your leaking hole, circling it before finally sinking them in, the clench of your words making the man smirk.

“b—blade!”

his thrusts were fast, unrelenting — curling into your sweet spot as his palm continuously pressed into your clit.

“must feel so good,”

blade leaned his body completely over your own, lips kissing your nape as he got close to your ear, his breath making your body shiver.

“having my fingers in you, filling you up.”

it was pathetic how quickly you reached your release, voice cracking as you let out broken moans of blade’s name, your hips moving against the movement of his hand.

“gonna cum already, girl?”

“y—yes, yes, gonna—,”

your mouth hung open, pupils dilating as you felt yourself release, a gush of liquid pouring onto the stellaron hunters hand, staining the ground below.

blade groaned just from the sight of you squirting, cock leaking as he didn’t let up the ministrations of his fingers, guiding you through your high.

“so fuckin’ precious, squirtin’ all over me like that.”

you were panting like a dog, all the thoughts in your head were only about him.

“love your f—fingers, fuck—!”

blade finally slowed his pace, fingers coming to a stop as he watched your body start to come down from your orgasm.

he slipped his fingers out slowly, the sticky substance leaving his gloves glistening.

his free hand grabbed hold of your waist, lifting your body so that it sat flush against his front, letting you rest in his lap.

“want you to taste yourself, c’mere”

you felt his clothed fingers brush against your lips, pushing past them slightly before you opened them yourself, the sweet taste of your own juices consuming your senses.

blade watched as you suck on his digits, tongue licking up every last drop of your release with ease, the sight alone making him stifle a moan.

“that’s my girl, clean all of it off.”

once he felt you had successfully licked his fingers clean, he guided them out, letting the hand settle against your neck.

he thought you would be burnt out, too tired to continue, but he watched you turn your head, eyes wide with need as you finally spoke.

“want you— want you in me, baby.”

his cock strained, your sweet voice driving him absolutely mad.

“yeah? think you can take it, girl”

“mhm, ‘course i can.”

blade hummed, acknowledging you, pressing a wet kiss your cheek as he turned your body around, laying you flat on your back.

he positioned himself over you, hands placing themselves on your thighs as he guided his cock towards your cunt, tip pressing against the hole.

the stellaron hunter slowly pushed the head into your warmth, the two of you moaning at the feeling.

“always so— tight.”

blade hissed out, your walls clamping around him as he made his way further inside you, your little whines sounding like music to his ears.

“s—so big!”

you didn’t have to look up to see the grin plastered on blade’s face, his grip on your thighs tightening from your words.

“hah—, thought you said you could take it?”

“can, i c—can!”

he pushed your thighs until your knees smushed against the plump of your chest, ankles dangling over blade’s shoulders.

with one final push, blade was finally all the way inside of you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

his gaze drifted to where you met his cock, mesmerized by how deep he was inside of you.

you felt his cock start to move, sliding half way out before slamming back in, your toes curling from the sensation.

“b—blade, blade—!”

“take it, take my fuckin’ cock.”

his thrusts were mean, constantly hitting the deepest parts of you as he practically folded your body in half.

your mind was blank, the only coherent sounds leaving you being a blend of whimpers and blade’s name, drool leaking from the corners of your lips.

blade pressed his entire body weight onto you, freeing one of his hands from your thighs to pull down the top of your dress, exposing your hardened buds.

his tongue was quick, swirling the flesh before fully sucking on them, teeth digging into the skin as he did so.

“taste so good,”

he was like a rabid dog, lips latching onto any patch of skin he could find, biting into it as he littered your chest with a gallery of bruises.

“gonna make sure you know who owns you,”

another bite, canines ripping into the flesh.

“every fuckin’ inch—,”

his bandaged hand slid down, fingers grazing your clit before beginning to rub the nerves.

“oh my g—!”

before you knew it, a stream of liquid released from you, coating blade’s cock with the substance.

blade’s thrust never slowed though, neither did the movements of his fingers on your clit, his mind too focused on burying his cock inside of you.

“this cunt,”

his hand lifted before slapping your sensitive bud, your body jerking at the sting.

“belongs to me.”

you couldn’t reply even if you tried, your brain too occupied with the feeling of your walls being stretched open.

blade could feel his balls tightening, the flow of his thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you.

he could tell you were close again too, walls squeezing even tighter around him, your moans getting louder with every passing second.

“w—want,”

blade looked down at you, watching you struggle to form any coherent sentence, eyes clamping shut.

“want what? c’mon tell me.”

“want, want you to—,”

the man saw you bite into your lip, head going limp as your jaw dropped open.

“no— look at me, girl.”

his hand found your head, wrapping around your jaw so he could turn it towards him, his eyes coming into contact with yours.

“be good and tell me what you want.”

“c—cum! want it fillin’ me up, please—,”

aeons, you were going to be the death of him.

blade chuckled briefly, his hands finding place on the backs of your thighs again, pushing them into you once more.

“yeah? you want me to fill you—?”

“yes, yes, yes—!”

“gonna leave you fuckin’ leaking then.”

his cock pistoned into you, your hole burning from how hard he was going, the stretch making you jerking away without realizing it.

blade noticed, a shaky laugh leaving him as he grasped onto your thighs harder, pulling you back to him.

“don’t fuckin’ run—,”

he could feel himself drooling, salivating at the thought of releasing his seed into you.

“gonna pump you full, leave you drippin’—.

“p—please, please! ‘m gonna, gonna—!”

blade pressed into you, his hold on you so hard you could feel the bruises forming where his hands were.

“yeah—, let go for me, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.”

and that you did, body convulsing as your vision went white, your arousal coating the entirety of blade’s length.

blade let out one final groan, his hips slapping against your thighs as he spilled into your hole, painting the walls in shades of white.

“take it, take it, take it—!”

your body went limp, breaths heavy as blade finally slowed his thrusts down, his cock still buried inside of you.

he looked down, eyes trained on the white ring around the base of his cock, one formed your own arousal.

blade slid out slowly, your hole twitching at the loss before finally, the ooze of his cum began leaking from you, dripping down the length of your cunt.

his fingers wiped up any of the substance that fell from you, guiding it towards your hole before pushing it back in, making you whimper from the feeling.

“s—so full,”

blade kept his digits stuffed in you, leaning over you to leave a sloppy kiss on your lips, pulling away as he gazed into your eyes, all puffy and wet.

“all fuckin’ mine.”

[fruitsywriting]

Hello! Could you pls write something where the reader is struggling with addiction and is depressed about the situation. He goes to Mark when he’s sad about it and Mark doesn’t know and he ends up telling Mark what’s going on cause he feels like shit making him (mark) worry about him(reader). He and Mark have a heart to heart about it and Mark does something to cheer him up (they do something cute, like go on a walk and get food or smt fluffy idk). Thx sm

As someone who has severe depression and watched people struggle with different types of addiction, I feel like I was qualified enough to do this. Apologizes for how long this took I wanted to wait until I was done with my semester of college before answering asks.

Pairings: Mark Grayson x Male Reader

Fandom: Invincible

You don’t know when it started, time warped around in your memories to where it all became a big blur. Youll question the passage of time, how long has it truly been? The only thing that’ll stick out in memories is important events, like Mark’s Birthday.

That day stood out because while you were still struggling, it felt nice to have a time to just forget you even were. A nice distraction as you watched your boyfriend excitedly talk to you and his friends about how he loved the presents, and then how you all went out to do whatever he wanted to do. That’s when he pulled you all to the amusement park. You all warned Mark not to eat before getting on the ride but he said he went flying like that as Invincible all the time. Afterwards he was doubled over in a trashcan, not expecting all the loops and turns specifically, but also because he just ate too much. However, he still had a fun day and bounced back to normal after sitting down for just 15 minutes.

You smile tiredly at the memory before turning to your desk that had wrappers all over it- and you look at the keychain of Seance Dog that had the initials MG on the back, you and Mark getting matching ones with each other’s initials on it. Even if you weren’t entirely into the series, it made Mark happy- therefore made you happy. Then there’s the Photo Booth picture with you, Mark, Amber, William, Rick and Eve. Then the Photo Booth picture of just you and him.

You groan when you realize your phone is dead, and you scavenge among your room for the cord. There it is, right next to an empty pill bottle you never threw away. You let out a shaky sigh before plugging the cord into the wall and then into your phone. You wait for about a minute before the screen lights up and you see missed messages and calls. Shit.

[3 missed calls from Mark 💛🩵]

Mark 💛🩵: Hun? Did I do something wrong? You haven’t been answering me

Mark 💛🩵: Babe?

Mark 💛🩵: Can I come over tn? I had a rough day

Mark 💛🩵: ?

Mark 💛🩵: I’m sorry for whatever I did, I miss you. Is something going on? Please don’t shut me out

The messages make your gut coil and churn with guilt, it doesn’t feel good at all. He’s worried about you and yet you’re being a terrible boyfriend by not telling him, by being self-centered-

Then it hits you. He was like this with Amber before they broke up the first time. You were going to text but he deserves a call instead. You take a deep breath, rub your forming headache, and hit the call button.

It rings a few times before he answers, he voice sounding frantic, excited, worried, and relieved all at the same time.

“Babe- oh thank god. Oh my god I was so scared that something happened to you- or- or I did something wrong”

“No, no, you did nothing wrong. Sorry I didn’t answer, my phone was dead”

“It was dead? You used to never let it die, you were so concerned about its battery life at all times of the day” He lets out a sad chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. It’s so weird. Anyways- uh, are you okay? I saw your messages from last night”

“Uhm, I would say I’m okay but I could be better. Got a little beat up yesterday. It’s healed but it’s… not fun”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Can I come over?”

You hesitate. You look around your room and it’s a disaster. Laundry everywhere, trash everywhere, things out of place. It looks like someone threw everything into your room and called it a day. He hears the hesitation and sighs.

“Is that a no? Usually when you hesitate it’s a no”

Nonono, you don’t want him to get the wrong idea- to think you don’t love him or have time for him anymore. Before you can think you say, “No, it’s a yes. You can come over”

“Okay, okay, oh man, I can’t wait to see you. I’ll be dressed quick and be there in 5”

“Okay great, can’t wait to see you. Love you”

“Love you too, bye”

“Bye”

As soon as he hangs up you shovel the clothes from the floor into your hands and throw it into the bottom of the closet. When he says he will be there in five, he means it. Curse him and his speedy flying- but not really because you love that man whole heartedly. You grab a trash bag and just throw shit into it, hoping nothing important gets thrown in there. You’re making progress, but because it’s scattered all across your room you also feel like you’re making no progress at all. You just freeze and stare at the floor- almost as if you want it to just disappear. You can’t get yourself to continue to move- the sight alone makes you wanna start hyperventilating. It needs to be cleaned. You need to be clean. Oh god, what does the rest of the house look like? Before you know it you’re crumpling to the ground and sobbing into your arms. It feels life shattering, but you know with a little bit of drugs- it’ll just be a silly little problem that could be melted away. You sniffle, thinking about if you took the last pill or if you still have some more left.

Knock knock knock. At your window. You can hear it behind yourself- and you feel yourself start to cry again. God, now Mark- you’re perfect superhero boyfriend- knows you’re a fucking slob with an addiction.

Knock knock knock. Sounds a little more frantic this time. Time to face the music, face your greatest fear- and it was one you knew you couldn’t escape because you couldn’t get your life together. You slowly stand up, and open the window. You expected him to recoil in disgust at your appearance and the state of your room. But no- his soft brown eyes look concerned.

“Are you okay? I thought I heard you cryin-“

The question alone brought you to tears again. He looks a little startled but fully comes into the room from your window and pulls you into a hug. You wanna pull back- telling him to get away because you’re disgusting. But you just sob into his shoulder.

“Oh hun, what’s wrong?” He asks delicately with warmth underlying. You sniffle, trying not to hiccup over every word that stumbles out of your chapped lips.

“I’m sorry” Is the first thing you say, as it is the first thing that comes to mind. You feel like you need to apologize for everything, for even existing.

“Sorry for what?” He pulls back to try and look at your face, when you look down, he doesn’t try to force you to look at him. But he just wants to gauge your facial expressions from what he can see.

“I’m- I’m a mess. Me, my room, and- and” You can’t think of a way to explain your addiction to him, or your severe depression that just kept getting worse these past few months. He doesn’t cut you off, he waits patiently for you to finish.

“I’m… I’ve been taking pills.”

You expected him to gasp, to flinch even, anything that showed horror, disgust, maybe even him being upset. But no. He lightly rubbed your arms and nodded.

“For how long?”

“2 months.”

“Okay, I’m here. Do you wanna talk about it?”

His calm response almost made you cry again. It felt so normal- not like he was brushing the problem under the rug, but like he was humanizing what you went through. Your lip quivers and you don’t know how to respond. Yes, you wanna talk about it. But also no, because you don’t trust your own voice.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. We can just lay together, sit together, watch Tv. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I will try to make possible”

You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, “I think I wanna shower first, if that’s okay.”

“Of course. Do you want me to order food or make food in the meantime?”

You didn’t feel hungry but it wasn’t good to not eat so you end up agreeing. You grab some fresh clothes from your closet, which isn’t much, and then head into the shower.

✮⋆˙🔮˗ˏ🖇⋆⭒˚｡⋆🎧..✮⋆˙🔮˗ˏ🖇⋆⭒˚｡⋆🎧..✮⋆˙🔮˗

After the shower, you eat the food Mark cooked for you and explain to him what has been going on. How you fell into a deep depression again and then you started using. Then you explain, with your eyes watering and your voice threatening to break, that you were ashamed. That you didn’t want to tell him because you feel gross when you get to this point, and it feels like you can’t come back. Then you hiccup and sob that you’re sorry for being distant and making him worry.

He sits there and lets you finish, before pulling you into a hug. He kisses your temple softly and explains that he understands. He doesn’t understand on a personal level but he understands your thought process and thanks you for opening up to him now.

He makes you feel sane. It isn’t like he fixed you, but you feel less insecure as he helps you clean your room and make a plan for how to navigate this moving forward. He helps with resources, if you’re willing to accept that just yet, and then helps shop for new groceries as well.

He understands it takes time too, you don’t just magically get better. He’s there for you every step of the way. He’s been understanding to you the way you were for him. When he’s in the hospital because of a fight or is bruised up, you drop whatever you're doing and rush to be there. In a way, you two understand the other's struggles without being in the same position. Perhaps you understand each other in only the way a boyfriend would. He celebrates every day you go without using, every day you’re clean instead of focusing on the fact you’ve used at all. And you patch him up (really it’s just putting kids bandaids on his bruises while the two of you laugh at how silly it is) and tell him what he did was brave and that he’s saving lives. And maybe he even saved yours.

[kxsagi]

THE RIN ITOSHI 'love talk' ONE? beautiful. give me 50 more. and maybe a continuation. cough,

“𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: I AM GLAD YOU LOVED LOVE TALK BC I LOVED WRITING THAT ONE (i just love different languages, it's so fun to speak and study them, it's so beautiful)

love talk post is here :)

i know rin is canonically fluent in english, but maybe he could use more practice on pronunciation and grammar structure, so that’s what reader is here for. also reader may be visiting japan long-term for college or has chosen to move there for a long living situation. 

(art credits go to ft_st3 on X)

you text him that night. something simple. 

"this is me :) thank you again today." 

you don't expect a response right away. honestly, you half-expect him to ghost you. he didn’t strike you as the texting type. 

but a few minutes later, your screen lights up. 

rin: you’re welcome. 

rin: i was nervous to give you my number. 

rin: i’m glad you used it. 

you blink at your phone. okay. okay, so he is the texting type. the awkward, overthinking kind. maybe that’s why it feels kind of comforting. like you’re not the only one fumbling your way through this unfamiliar city. 

the next day, you get another text. 

rin: do you want to meet again? for english practice. and… matcha? 

and that’s how it starts. 

english practice becomes a regular thing. kind of. 

he shows up with a small notebook, where he’s written phrases like: 

“how was your day?” 

“do you like cats?” 

“you are funny” – that one’s circled twice. 

you correct his pronunciation sometimes, and he corrects your chopstick grip like it’s a matter of national security. you start teaching him slang, and he repeats your words back with a furrowed brow, like he’s trying to memorize them for an exam. 

one time he says, completely straight-faced: “that’s so slay.” 

and you nearly choke on your rice ball. 

but the thing is, he tries. he tries so hard. and not just with the language. 

he starts walking you home more often. sending you restaurant recommendations with little “this one is good” comments. you’ll look up and see him watching you like he doesn’t quite understand what you’re saying, but he likes the way you say it anyway. 

he never says much. but the little things build up. 

like the time you got caught in the rain and he wordlessly held his jacket over both your heads. 

or when he learned how to say “you look pretty today” and spent the whole hour trying to work up the courage to say it. 

eventually, you ask him, “why did you help me that day? at the station?” 

he stares at you for a second. then looks away. “… you looked scared.” he pauses. “and i didn’t want to walk away from someone who needed help.” another pause. “… and you were cute.” 

you laugh, flustered. “you practiced that line, didn’t you?” 

he nods solemnly. “three days.” 

and when you lean over to kiss him, just a quick, giddy little press to his cheek, he goes bright red. 

but he doesn’t pull away. 

he just looks at you like he’s found something he wants to learn fluently. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠����

[radioactive-alien-thing]

GIHIHII CAN YOU DO CHANCE X KILLER READER WHO'S SUPER APATHETIC?? But can still feel things faintly!!! One of their abilities maybe is slowing a survivor with a ribbon if it helps!!!!

MAKE SURE TO DRINK WATER AND EAT FOOD!!🫶🫶🫶

🎲 chance x killer!reader who’s apathetic

hi anonny-non thank you sooo much for the request yay!!! ^_^ chance, forsaken, chance forsaken. from the hit game. roblox forsaken! chance! i cannot believe it!!! WOOOHOOO!!!! this is the best day of my life

chance really didn’t mean to get so infatuated with you. really, he didn’t. you were a mean, big bad killer, definitely not his type! there was no way he could be into someone like you. …okay, well, maybe he was. but still, you cared little for anything. your apathy is what set you apart from the other killers. they were driven by pure passion, hate, and maybe even curiosity. but you? you barely seemed invested. it made you fun to mess with at first, honestly, until they got a taste of your ribbon. yeah, now they were pretty agitated.

the first time you showed chance even a hint of excitement while chasing him, he was actually a little stunned. he wasn’t expecting it, and he liked it. you secretly appreciated how stubborn he was about trying to get a reaction out of you, and he enjoyed every second of it. that’s how they ended up in this mess, in a relationship with a killer.

you don’t care about winning or losing. something chance just couldn’t ever understand. part of him might actually envy that. if they were more like you, then maybe they wouldn’t be so addicted to the adrenaline of gambling!

and about the ribbon? chance is obsessed with it. only when it’s not tied around him, of course. can you do tricks with it? style it? he wants to see all you’ve got. show him, please!!! he’d eat that stuff up yum yum yum!!!

haha… maybe you could even… let him borrow it sometime? no? yeah okay that’s pushing it.

[sweetdispatch]

Hi could I get 7 pieces of baklava with pineapple and maple syrup please

I love your writing and hope your leg heals up real soon

Lake house - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt had complicated relationship but this changed when you were forced by your friends to live in the same room during a weekend in a lake house warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), oral (f receiving), fingering, swear words note: thank you so much love, it means a world to me❤���hope you like it!

Since you met Matt, you didn’t like him. No matter how hard you tried, there was something in him that was pushing you away. You tried to act normal around him but he could sense that you’re not a fan of his. He made a small joke about it but you felt offended. You threw a drink on him and left the club. 

In summer, you were stuck together because of your friends. Matt didn’t make your life easier and since that situation in a club, he was picking on you. You were always fighting back with him because you didn’t want to be seen as a poor girl who can’t defend yourself. It was your reality that you’ve been arguing with him at least once when you were going out. 

Your friend came up with a great idea to rent a lake house and go there for a weekend. Everyone instantly agreed and felt excitement. This feeling quickly disappeared from your and Matt's faces when your friends told you that you have a room together. You knew that they made it on purpose to have fun of your suffering and because they really wanted you two to work things out. 

“I can’t believe that they did it” You said when you walked into the room with Matt behind you. 

“But honestly, are you surprised?” Matt asked you and you shook your head in no gesture. 

“Not a fucking chance” You said out of blue. “There’s only one bed” All you heard was Matt’ laugh. 

“I guess we’re stuck together even in sleep” Matt told you but you only looked at him to drop it. 

“I prefer to sleep on the floor then next to you” You scoffed. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. This bed is big enough for both of us. You won’t be sleeping there” Matt said and from his tone, you could tell that he wasn't joking

The first night was tough. You and Matt were colliding with each other's bodies all the time. You were sure that he’s doing this on purpose just to get you mad. After an hour you lost your patience and kicked him to wake him up. 

“What the hell?” Matt said with a raspy voice.

“Stop moving around the bed. I can feel your body on me” You told him. 

“I’m not doing anything” Matt told you and you sighed. You knew that this would be the longest three days of your life. Out of nowhere, Matt asked you. “Why don’t you like me?” 

“You’re annoying and since your dumb joke about my presence I can’t stand you” You told him truthfully. 

“I just wanted to break the ice between us” Matt said. 

“I don’t know what part of it if you won’t stop making this face, you’ll become ugly was funny for you” Matt could sense the disgust in your voice when you repeated those words. 

“I’m sorry. It was a bad call from me. My intention wasn’t to offend you, just wanted to see you smiling but I get why you’re mad” You were taken aback. You didn’t expect him to apologise to you. 

“Apology accepted but since we’re having a honest conversation, what’s your reason that you don’t like me?” You asked him curiously of his reason. 

“I honestly don’t have any reason but since you didn’t like me, I decided to match your energy” Matt laughed.

“So I was the bad one?” You giggled. “I’m sorry for it” 

“It’s fine, I deserve it” Matt said and you laughed.

The next morning, the atmosphere in your room was clean. There were no hard feelings between you and Matt. You explained everything to yourself and had a new start. Your friends were surprised when they saw both of you laughing and not arguing but none of you told them that you’re fine now. You wanted to mess with them. 

In the evening, all of you decided to sit by the bonfire and just enjoy the quiet time. To everyone's shock, you were sitting on Matt’ laps. You two were in a bubble. Two of you were drinking and laughing at all the stories. You were happy that you cleared the atmosphere with him because you noticed what a great guy he is. 

When everyone stayed outside, you and Matt got back to the room. Last 20 minutes you spent on talking about a movie that he never saw. That’s why both of you decided to get back and watch a movie. You laid comfortably in the bed and he sat next to you. During the movie, you weren’t talking much but you could feel his hand roaming your thigh. 

It would be a lie if you say that Matt wasn’t hot. He was and he had insane hands. Your focus was on them rather than on that movie and he noticed this. He squeezed your thigh lightly and you felt your cheeks burning. He was going higher with his hand until he reached the end of your shorts. 

Matt was bold in his moves. He saw the effect he has on you and wanted to see how far he can go until you stop him. You spread your legs a little bit further to give him better access and he laughed softly. His finger brushed your panties under the shorts and he could feel how wet you were. 

“Please” You whispered. “Do something” 

Movie was long forgotten. Matt positioned himself in between your legs. In a quick move, he took your shorts and panties. His fingers were brushing your clit. You moaned quietly and the next thing you felt was his tongue on your pussy. By instinct you hands went to his hair and you pushed him closer. 

Matt was eating you out like a starving man. He looked at you and saw how you threw your head from the pleasure. He smiled to himself at the view. His two fingers entered your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. He had long fingers and they perfectly were hitting your g spot. 

You felt that you’re close. Matt was the best guy who ever went down at you. Your orgasm hit you hard. You felt embarrassed by how fast you cum but he was great in what he was doing. You tried to catch your breath and looked at him. He licked his fingers clean and this made you wet again. 

“I didn’t know it’s so easy to tame you” Matt laughed and laid next to you. “All you needed was an orgasm”

“So you just did it for what? For your entertainment?” You felt used by him at that moment. You stood up and started picking up your clothes. 

“No, come back to bed, please” Matt pulled his arm to grab your wrist. “It was a joke. I’m sorry” 

“You’re insufferable” You told him and got back to the bed. 

“I like you too” Matt said and pulled you closer to his body. He kissed your cheek and you smiled. All the negative emotions you had towards him went out of the window and you started seeing him as a normal guy and not as an annoying one.

[sanesaviour]

yeah I think I did well this time

Flash Thompson finally

I was avoiding drawing him for so long bc I’m scared of drawing more buff characters lol but I think I nailed it

Headcanons:

1. uses humor to mask his insecurities, his over the top confidence and insults are defense mechanism, he is afraid of being seen as weak, but secretly feels inferior to his peers, he is jealous how successful people are - for example Peter and Ava are probably smartest people at school, Harry insanely rich and popular, MJ works at DBC, so it sometimes feels that everyone is better than him

2. always wanted to be hero deep down, despites being bully he really wishes that he could be like Spiderman, brave, selfless and admired… before becoming agent venom he lowkey thought he could be Spiderman’s sidekick lol

3. has complicated relationship with his parents, mainly with his father, which fuels some of his aggression and need for attention… he spends only little time at his home actually

4. has no idea Peter is spidey but after he’d finds out he’d go through every emotion - betrayed, amazed, furious, then proud… eventually, he’d brag that he always knew (he didn’t)… after that he would become more friendly towards peter and be protective of him… sometimes he would invite him to parties but pretend it was accident like “you are here? whatever, don’t embarrass yourself”

5. he genuinely likes MJ, he actually listens to her when she talks about justice or doing right thing, it lot of times stick with him… also he would try to impress her by bragging about his Spiderman expertise,… she’d be unimpressed

6. him and Harry would be okay around each other, not friends but they wouldn’t mind each others presence, they wouldn’t really talk at school but they often meet randomly at parties so they kinda know things about each other… he is bit jealous of Harry’s wealth and his fancy style in general but not that much he would hate him for it,… they are kinda rivals I would say but it more passive way… also during period of time where Harry would loose venom and before flash getting to it (the time when Harry would distance himself from everyone) he would notice and be bit worried about him

7. even tho he don’t like much Peter and ultimates at time they are new at school, after while he kinda befriends Luke (since they both like sports and gym they would kinda get along),… also when Peter’s words about not bullying others doesn’t work on him Peter sends Luke to scold Flash bc he knows he might actually listen to Luke… Luke would be just like: “man we already talked about this- not cool”

8. on the other hand after sam finds out Peter doesn’t like flash he immediately tries to befriend him, just to piss him off… but- flash sees sam as same loser as peter is, and he would definitely pick up on him too… but later on they would bound over making fun of Peter

9. this might be bit controversial BUT- I think he is totally intimidated by Ava but also thinks she is cool… he’s tried to flirt, tried to hide it with teasing and bragging and failed miserably… after that he just gives her very awkward thumbs up when she walks by

10. this will be no surprise but - he thinks Danny is weird, in his eyes he is loser number 3 to Peter and Sam lol, he would try to pick up on him too, but after he’d be paired up with Danny during P.E. for wrestling, and loosing to him during 5 seconds he would never ever try to make fun of him again

yep that’s all for now, enjoy

[theunholybastard]

(yes I'm aware the tour already started but pretend it hasn't for this post ok shhhh)

Just Five More Minutes... (Frater Imperator x Cirrus)

Requested by @thecrepegremlin

Tags: Drabble, Established Relationship, Slice Of Life, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive, Copia Does NOT Have His Shit Together

Copia was not a morning person. He prided himself on being a friendly and sociable person, a ball of energy and liveliness; After he's had his coffee, of course. Anytime before that, he is a completely different person, a person he does not want the general public to see. A big ol' grump, if you will. It was hard enough for him to pull himself out of bed in the morning on a good day, but ever since he was forced to take on the role of Frater Imperator, it's been all work, no play. This schedule was not made for him.

He dreads waking up. Having to stumble his ass out of bed and spend all day locked up in his makeshift office, agonizing over mountains of paperwork while he watches his twin brother live his dreams. Fucking V. He's never felt more isolated. Luckily for him, there was still one special someone in his corner to make his mornings a bit more bearable.

Copias eyes fluttered open, the delicate touch of a hand stroking his cheek stirring him awake. He groaned groggily as his eyes began to focus, looking up to see Cirrus, unmasked and unclothed. What a sight. He'd have an instant hard-on if his body wasn't so drained from their night of fun before. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." She cooed, running her slender fingers through his hair.

"Ugh... five more minutes..." Oh, how he wanted to slam his pillow over his face, but the only thing stopping him was his dearest Ghoulette snuggled up close to him, gently trying to nudge him awake. "Mia bella... What time is it?" Copia sighed, leaning towards the warmth of her soft touch. How desperately he didn't want to get out of bed, to pry himself away from such bliss. Cirrus pursed her lips awkwardly.

"Well, uh... You're a little late for work."

"Late? How late?"

"Psaltarians already tried to call you three times."

His eyes widened. "Goddammit!" He swore, launching himself out of bed with a pained grunt. Lucifer, he was getting out of shape. "Why did you let me sleep so long?"

"You know how hard it is for me to wake you, baby. You look so peaceful. It's the only time I see you not yanking your hair out nowadays." Cirrus stifled a giggle, watching him fumble around frantically in search for his pants, her vision locked shamelessly on to the jiggle of his thighs as he ran around the room.

"My love, you know I'm backed up with paperwork enough as it is! Mind-numbing, pointless paperwork, but still. Shit, the Clergy will have my ass for this; So many things to do, such little time! And with the tour coming up so soon, I-" He stops dead in his tracks, eyes darting towards his lover still tangled in his sheets. The tour was starting, and for the first time ever, she was leaving. And he was staying. He never had to be apart from her for this long. He never even thought about it, really. It's like he just realized this would be happening.

"I just wanted our last night in bed together to, y'know... Last a little longer." Cirrus shrugged, trying to hide her melancholy.

"Shit... Is it really-?"

"First thing tomorrow, yeah." She sighed, getting out of bed to wrap her arms around his waist. "I'll miss you. I hate having to miss you. Being on tour already feels like forever, but without you...? Ugh, I'm in Hell. Again."

"I know, amore. I'll miss you most of all." He smiled sadly, bringing his hands up to cup her face. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on, he was sure of it. "Please promise to call me every night, I don't care how late it is. And most importantly, have fun... But not too much, si?" She chuckled.

"I could never, not without you." She stood on the tip of her toes to press a long, tender kiss to his lips, pulling away only to murmur a sweet, irresistible, "Can't you stay in bed with me? For just five more minutes?"

His phone lit up with another incoming call from Psaltarian...

It can wait.

-

[milk459]

Some thoughts have been simmering in my mind and my Twitter is a bit much to be saying all of this so I thought I’d share it here :3

For a while I was a bit iffy on more bad things happening to Green just because they were not in a state at all to fight back or be silly and evil and it was just all memory loss and depression 😭. But now that we’re back on our feet I’m so down for the back and forth starting again. We need more silly stupid pranks, and cartoon villain shinanigans. And I’m not just talking about from Green Faction, I think Yellow and Blue and even Orange should get in on this as well :3c ! I Miss stuff like the honey incident and the bridge war, we need a lot more of that. I love the more serious conflict too, but I think the more light hearted side of things is good for the health of the vibes on the server and the fandom as a whole tbh. I saw some one posting about how they were frustrated irl about the Yellow Castle being greifed with sand and I was a little surprised ngl because I thought it was just all silly vibes but if you feel a bit frustrated that’s fine! My suggestion however, is why dosent yellow take this as an opportunity to grief Green Castle👀? Like come on it would be so funny and tons of them have Nirvana they could get it done real quick and it would be a fun faction bonding activity :) . Genuinely After the Blender explosion and this with yellow castle I’m so serious when I say I think it’s about time that Yellow gets to be silly back. PLEASEEEE, start scheming!! Place snow all over the Cathedral! Take a Green faction member to Court over Damages! Place signs all over the spirit Halloween! Get Revenge for the blender explosion >:)

I just want more silly conflict on the server, and I hate to see green / yellow faction beef amongst fans. I may be a strong green faction main but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love Ros, Pili and Zams POVs. I think the varying perspectives is what makes the server so fun to watch. I know the long length of vods makes watching multiple POVs near impossible at times but I do genuinely encourage ppl to watch an opposing sides pov when you get the chance, it adds more depth to the story and makes things a lot more fun to watch in my opinion.

( And also just as a general reminder don’t get to concerned about stuff outside of rp, if there’s a genuine issue on the server between CCs they can talk it out and handle it themselves👍🏾✨)

But yeah more silly shenanigans and pranks and dumb arcs now that everyone is alive and … somewhat well 😭🙏🏾, plz and thank you 🙂‍↕️. Also I heard somewhere that tr!Beky had make a court house 👀, I’m so serious when I say that I want a Court Case arc, plz it would be so funny, I need to see tr!Lukey become Green Factions Lawyer while tr!Pangi and tr!Bad make defending their cases absolutely impossible. And I know tr!Zam would give a FIRE and hilarious speech in Court, not to mention all the objections and Witness testimony’s. With tr!Beky as the unbiased judge, god it would be so perfect 🙏🏾✨😭. I need it BAD.

Ok that’s all! I just needed to get that off my chest, I hope some one understands what I’m talking about😭, but if you disagree that’s completely fine too, it’s all pixels at the end of the day :) 👍🏾✨

Time to work on assignments all night LOL.

Byeeeeee

[pomefioredove]

Hi! i’d like to order a sugar cookie, 11, with powdered sugar, marshmallows, and whipped cream please! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

o7 this was really fun to write!

order #11, sugar with whipped cream, powdered sugar, marshmallows

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ it don't take a word

summary: relationship sabotage and ariel!reader tropes: royalty au, roommate au, coffee shop au (mentioned) characters: floyd additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, little mermaid au!!! actual relationship sabotage

Azul had warned him about this.

"Don't get too invested," he had said, "It's only business."

But, then, when had Floyd ever really listened to his boss? He had been told to keep watch, "Don't let them out of your sight", were the exact words. He cozied up in your room at the castle, called himself a cook, and then got comfortable. It wasn't his fault that there was just... something about you.

Really, if Azul wanted professionalism, he would've had Jade do his dirty work.

You were a lot like him, Floyd had thought. Never happy where you were, always looking for the next interesting thing. That's why you had gone to Azul in the first place, wasn't it? You wanted to be human.

And there was some... boy, or something. Some prince.

Floyd didn't really care about him.

It was his job to prevent you and the guy from getting too close, anyway. What did it matter if Floyd jumped in his place? Azul didn't even have to know! Azul didn't have to know anything.

"Don't get too invested. It's just business,"

But it's not. Not now. Floyd hates when you leave your room to go see that guy. Going to work is one thing, Floyd can sit around a coffee shop on Azul's dime all day, but he can't stalk your dates. That would be... well, sloppy. He didn't really care about the morality of it, but the last thing he needed was for you to get suspicious.

Tonight, you're going to kiss him. The boy, not Floyd. He'd overheard your fishy friends bubbling about it.

Obviously, that's not going to happen.

If he were Jade, or even Azul, he might have the patience to plan something smart. He'd stage an accident and make himself a hero, or he'd blackmail your little boyfriend into backing off.

But he's Floyd, not Jade or Azul.

And so he tails your romantic evening (dinner and a boat ride? Lame, he could do so much better for you) waits to get in the water, and then flips your boat.

You look funny when you're all surprised. Floundering around in that silly outfit as if you didn't know how to swim. No kiss for you!

He practically has to bite your little boyfriend (and by that I mean he does bite him) to get ahold of you and pull you out of the water first.

"Hey, it's you!" he shouts, dragging you to shore. "What're you doing in the water, flapping your arms around like a fish without fins, huh?"

You sputter, covered in seaweed and saltwater, pointing at him.

"You know this guy?" your boything asks. Floyd ignores him.

"I was out for a swim,"

You squint, as if to say ...Now? In your clothes?

Floyd looks down at himself. He's wearing a full suit. Oh, right. "Didn't really feel like changing,"

You seem to accept that, and keep picking the kelp out of your hair, but your prince looks suspicious. Floyd sticks his tongue out at him.

"Awh, you're all wet. Guess you're gonna have to call off your little date," he says, taking you by the arms and lifting you to your feet. "Let's get you dried up. Wouldn't wanna catch something, huh?"

He grabs your wrist and drags you away before you can say no.

Floyd slams the door as soon as you're inside with him, losing the tension in his shoulders. "Don't get too invested," Azul had said.

Azul doesn't know anything.

"Poor fishy. Your prince didn't even spare you a second glance!" he says, dumping a heap of towels on your head. "He woulda let you drown if I weren't there. You're real lucky."

You give him a pout. He pretends he doesn't see it. "Here, I'll make 'ya something warm,"

Floyd goes down to the kitchen, and you follow, towel wrapped around your shivering shoulders.

He starts heaping butter and oil into a pan, and then looks over his shoulder at you. You stand there, silent as ever. What he wouldn't give to hear you speak. Just once.

"...Ya know," he says, kicking the oven to get it started. "...I could probably call in a few favors for the voice thing."

You raise an eyebrow. He smirks. "What, you don't believe me? Just... keep that in mind. If the whole prince thing doesn't work out,"

[penkura]

Congrats on 1K! 🎉 (and I hope your move went well!)

For the celebration prompts, could you please do “First Kiss” with my boy Shachi? 💘 He needs more love!!

Thank you!! I really appreciate it and I'm so glad Shachi was the first one requested! He really DOES need more love, he deserves it so much!!

So let's give him some love with a first kiss. 👀

I tried to push it a little more than I normally do but not by too much cause I've never kissed anyone before. 😜

“Hey, Shachi.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

Shachi chokes on his drink before looking at you with a blush creeping up his face, where on earth did that question come from and why are you being so casual about it??

The Heart Pirates are having a party, celebrating a successful haul of pirate hearts to help your captain in becoming a Warlord, though Law is nowhere to be seen, you think he’s probably already turned in. Parties aren’t really his thing no matter how much he cares for you all. You had stepped to the side a while ago, feeling a little too warm surrounded by so many people and the alcohol you’d had, Shachi eventually came over to keep you company even when you didn’t say much and just gave him a smile before leaning against him once he sat beside you.

Its not really a secret how much Shachi likes you, everyone can see it just in the way he interacts with you. He doesn’t treat you like you’re weak and need him all the time, but he helps you with anything you need and fights alongside you as seamlessly as he does with Penguin or Bepo. He’s eager to work with you every day, volunteering to be your partner anytime Law places you on night watch or ship maintenance,  sometimes you offer to stay with him if he's left to watch the ship when you all dock. You two are able to have fun together without feeling like you’re boring the other, sometimes you two do your own work in silence buts never awkward or uncomfortable, it’s always welcome and makes you feel calm, you’re comfortable about Shachi and he’s the same with you.

But every now and then you bring up something like this and it makes him blush, his heart racing and he’s sure this is only because of the alcohol you’ve had.

“I…w-why are you asking??” he laughs, trying to not focus on it too much but you keep staring at him as you lean into him more. “Of…of course I have!”

For all the times he and Penguin have gone looking for girls and having drinks with them, Shachi has never actually kissed or slept any of them. He’s not entirely sure why, he was also so eager to try and woo someone when they went out, though more often than not the girls would flirt back but nothing ever came about from it. Then you joined the crew and he just…stopped. Stopped following Penguin into the bars, he quit trying to flirt with every girl he thought was attractive, he asked more and more to stay on board with you when Law was looking for volunteers to watch the ship. It was like you flipped a switch in him that made Shachi less likely to go after other girls, it was such a sudden change that Penguin thought he was sick until Ikkaku said Shachi definitely had feelings for you and that’s why he stopped going with his best friend to some places.

“Oh…I wanted to be your first.”

He chokes on his drink before looking at you with such a bright red blush, anyone else would think you’ve said something scandalous or that he’s just drunk and having inappropriate thoughts.

“I…you…what?!” if you hadn’t already asked him about kissing his mind would be running to a thousand other conclusions (first date, first time?!), “You…no you don’t!”

“I’m pretty sure I do…or did I guess.”

Wow he didn’t expect you to sound so disappointed, but you look down and away, leaning back against the wall you’re both sitting at. He feels bad for lying to you, but he didn’t think you’d actually want to kiss him if he had no experience with it, most of the girls he’d flirt with in the past always seemed turned off when they figured out he’s never done anything more than hold hands and flirt, they always expect him to be more experienced when they find out he’s a pirate.

He watches you for a minute, still thinking all of this is because you’re drunk, before Shachi stands and takes your hand, pulling you up and out of the room with him to the hallway. You’re confused, especially when he stops and has you against the wall, trapping you with his arms but not looking you in the eye.

“Shachi, what are—”

“I lied.”

“What?”

“I lied…about having kissed someone…”

You’re quiet, a small ‘oh’ coming from you when you realize what he’s said. The part of you that’s still sober wants to ask him why, but when you see how red his face you don’t bother listening to that side, especially when he looks at you all embarrassed and you feel a blush start to creep onto your face.

Cute…he’s so cute…

“I…lots of girls don’t like when I say that I haven’t kissed anyone so…I just—”

Shachi is surprised when you kiss him, eyes widening for a moment before he kisses you back, taking your face in his hands while you hold onto his tank top. Its short and sweet, makes him want more, especially when you pull back to look at him.

“Now you’re not a liar if someone asks.”

You give him a grin that makes him almost laugh at you, instead kissing you again and moving his hands to your waist to pull you closer to him, you still grip his tank top but press yourself closer to him. Your sober side wonders if it's the alcohol that’s made you both so bold, this isn’t something you’d ever do and with the way Shachi is, you think he’s the same. You’d normally take your time to get to know someone more before running off to make out with them, but you’ve known Shachi long enough now that this kind of makes sense.

Ikkaku will be surprised you think, that you finally made a move on Shachi after the last several months of pining away and whining to her about much you like him and wish he’d do something or that you weren’t too nervous to ask him out yourself.

 The more tipsy side of you wants to sneak off somewhere else and see where this leads. Shachi seems eager to find out the same, keeping an arm around your waist while he starts to move his other hand up your shirt, maybe you should move to your room and--

“Ahem.”

Shachi only pulls away from you when he hears Law clearing his throat, you whine when he does so but your companion’s face is bright red, embarrassed to have been caught making out with you in the hallway only because it’s your captain and Law looks less than enthused at this. You’re too drunk to care but Shachi is stammering, trying to get something out of his mouth, anything to justify to Law why you two were making out in the hallway, though your captain just looks between you both. You’ve still got a grip on his tank top while Shachi has one arm around you and his other hand up your shirt, the flush of your face mixed with his blush would make Penguin laugh if he saw it, but this is Law and he���s just giving you both the most straight laced, stoic look you’ve seen from him.

“Hallways aren’t for making out.”

“Cap, sorry, I, we…well…uh…”

You giggle a little and lay your head on his chest, Law sighs and rolls his eyes before nodding his head to a supply closet.

“At least go into another room,” your next giggle tells Law just how inebriated you are so he adds, “Just no rooms with a bed, we don’t need any babies on this ship.”

“Right! Sure, sorry, Law! We’ll do that!!”

Shachi grabs your hand and starts leading you off elsewhere as you question him, Law steps out of the way and watches as you’re led away, hopefully to the supply closet if you’re going to continue making out or the kitchen to get sober, he’d prefer the latter so you two aren’t tempted to ignore his “no beds” warning.

With another sigh, Law shakes his head and starts heading to the common area and the party, and slight smirk on his face.

Ikkaku owes me five hundred berri now.

[factual-fantasy]

26 asks! Thank you! :}}} 🪲

Oh absolutely I do. That's why I always ask before drawing anyone's OCs, or using/modifying their original meme templates, or anything of the sort. Friends and strangers alike.

And same goes for AU ideas. In the past I've seen a really cool idea for an AU and tracked down the OP and asked if I could incorporate their idea into my AU as well. I do my very best to do this for other artists because its what I wish people would do for me.👍👍

I have a master post for all my Octonauts artwork here. 👍

@ripchaos69

I'm really proud of/pleased with how this fairy piece came out! :DD

I also really like how this pixelated cat came out! :)

I was very pleased with how WALL-E cam out in this piece!

I also think this is one of the best drawings of Optimus I've ever done! :))

Even if I knew the answer, that's probably not something I should share online anyways is it?

@mothpendragon

I remember not liking him at all the first time I watched the show. But now watching it a second time years later, I think he's really not that bad. :0 In fact I don't know why I disliked him so much back then.

There are some parts about his character that annoy me. But most of that either is good character writing or isn't his fault. I don't like how immature he tends to be, but of course he's immature. He's still basically just a kid who hasn't experienced much of this war.

And when things get rough, he really straightens out and tries his best to be serious and obedient. Which is very nice to see.

Another thing that I don't like is how the phase shifter was kind'a overused. It became his signature weapon that he used to bail him out of everything. Smokescreen has demonstrated that he's actually pretty clever and slick, it would have been fun to see him trick or outsmart the cons more often instead of just using the phase shifter to save his aft every time. But again, this is not Smokescreens fault at all. Its the writers fault for making his use it so much.

And lastly, something that really made me like Smokescreen was the whole thing that happened with Optimus nearly dying. Smokescreen freaking out at the prospect of becoming a Prime felt really real. Instead of being honored and having and having an inflated ego like I thought he might for some reason- he was terrified.

And him panicking and using the forge to repair Optimus last second felt very real. I could really understand how Smokescreen must have felt, wanting to follow Optimus's orders and restore their home, but also being unable to bare the responsibility of being a Prime. Eventually dragging Optimus back to the land of the living and throwing away any hope of restoring the Omega lock.

If I was better at analyzing characters, I would have loved to draw a comic about what happens right after Optimus was repaired.

My first thought is Smokescreen feeling guilty and ashamed of having used the forge against Optimus's wishes. Would Smokescreen crumble? Fall to his knees, crying and apologizing? "I'm so sorry Optimus- I just couldn't do it-- I couldn't do it, I cant be a Prime- I couldn't-- w-we couldn't lose you.." Is that in character? Honestly I have no idea. 😔

I've thought about doing that for my lineless style, but I haven't gotten around to it.. 😓

If someone goes out of their way to comment on your post/in your ask box saying you're cringe for liking transformers, block the all the way to the sun and back.

What a jerk. I wouldn't be friends with anyone who goes around insulting/trying to upset people for no reason like that. Block them and don't accept/respond any phony apology they might throw your way. They knew they were being rude when they sent that message and deserve to be blocked.

Dude I would take that so fast. No one in my family would ever have to work or have debt ever again 😭

I figure if I ever feel like drawing/posting Octonauts art again, I would just put it behind a paywall on my Ko-fi. Which ngl I've thought about doing a lot recently with the new movie that came out.

But also- I would have no way of filtering out people for that private blog because how am I supposed to know who will and wont steal my artwork just by looking at their account? And when it did get stolen, I would have no way of knowing which follower did it-

I believe I've mentioned it before, but I didn't want to watch Rescue bots because its attached to Transformers: Prime <:/

Its supposed to be connected to Prime, but its rather baby-ified. The tone is much more light hearted, the plot of Rescue bots completely rewrites/contradicts the plot of Prime, Optimus comes back to life for no reason. Stuff like that.

Atm I'm only interested in Prime 😔

@kitkat1003

OUGUHHH SO REALLLLL 😭😭😭😭

REALLL I've only ever found ship fics😔😔😔 I'd love to see an aftermath fic with no romance involved.

@virtualworldfp5

That's a really cool idea! :D Great artwork too! :))

@badlyblurry

Man, if I had a nickel for every time Jeffery Combs played a character with some sort of scientist background and that had some form of contact with a green chemical compound that holds harmful properties to one body in a way, I'd have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened 3 times. XD

@anonymous-red-shades

I'd definitely want to be something that can fly :00 But I don't think I'd wanna fly super fast because i wanna enjoy the scenery.. hmmm.. maybe a helicopter or a classic pontoon plane? :000

As for abilities... uhhhhhhh the only special abilities I know that transformers can have is the warping thing that Skywarp does. I don't know of any other powers <:0 Maybe an ability to change into more than one alt mode..? So I could be a submarine and go underwater? Or maybe the ability to breathe underwater or something? :00

(Referencing this post)

They're so unhinged I swear 😔

@chickenmilk120 (Referencing this post)

NOT YOU TOO-

@cherrycreamfairy

I couldn't find any websites that didn't make my anti virus tweak out <XD So the only villain I like from memory is Captain Gantu from Lilo and Stitch.

I still like it yeah :0 but I'm not really engaging in any Mandalorian media atm-

@minnesotamedic186

Okay the killing part aside a Plymouth Fury is an excellent choice of car ngl. Especially a fiery red 💅💅💅

@axolotlcookie0

The fact that it looks like Thomas's face has been bagged makes it even funnier XDDD

@wolfie-777

XD I actually think of that a lot yeah. I always tell myself "oooo I should draw that later" but I never do XD💀

@beryl-shade

Bibi would probably use it as intended. Sharpening and cleaning his claws💅💅

Meanwhile Cici would use it as a weapon to beat up Jangles and Gerald with XDD

What was his real name supposed to be in that continuity then? XD

@milk-powrit

References. Looooots and looooot of references.

Typically I use references of realistic skeletons. But if there's a part of the body that I just cant seem to draw right, then I look up drawings of skeletons to see how other artists drew that part. 👍

@beryl-shade

Oh no doubt they'll have an episode that takes place around the lake and the fair grounds(?) The theme park next to the main tent-

The fact that Caine mentioned their existence at all implies that an episode is going to take place there. At least for me-