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Day before graduation

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p💗: hiiii Azzi 

Az💗: hi baby

P💗: watcha doin? 

        Wishin I was wit u rn fr 

        I know it’s only been a few days but feels like forever 

Az 💗: I know baby I miss u so much too 

          How did we ever do long distance??

P💗: I’m never letting u go home by urself again 

Az💗: I know P I’m sorry 😞 

          I’ll see u Tom for graduation tho! 

P💗: ayyyy and then cruise

        Can’t wait to have my girl alone ifykwim 

Az💗: fuck I was gonna tell you something but I forgot now cuz miss u so bad istg im already wet

P💗: not surprised 🤷‍♀️ 

        (I need you so bad) 

A💗: check snap then 😉

P💗: AZZI ICE IS NEXT TO ME

       Had to save it so I could look at it privately 

Az💗: oh ya? What r u going to be doing when u look at it “privately” 😼

P💗: finna touch myself too it that’s for sure

        Need to see u in that new set in person

       Bring it to the cruise baby…

Az💗: woah what r u gonna do if I don’t 😩

P💗: oh you don’t wanna do that trust 

        be a good girl and listen 

Az💗: alright mommy 

P💗: BEUH

Az💗 I’m sorry u were asking for it with the “good girl” 

P💗: don’t act like u didn’t like it

Az💗: 🤭

P💗: I miss u so bad 

        Wish I was in u were in my bed rn 

Az💗: same

P💗: btw ur mom sent me photos of u today 

        Why she my literal plug 😭 

Az 💗: BRO GET OUT 

           Did she violate me 

P💗: that is actually impossible I fear 

        Ur too cute 

Az💗: ur cute 

P 💗: gonna be a lot cuter when ur in that tight bikini on the cruise 

Az💗: I don’t know how tight it will be if my literary family will be present 😭 

P💗: fine guess I’ll just have to take advantage of my time in the room 

Az💗: PAIGE!

P💗: ptpom? And cuddle? 

Az💗: I’m just gonna ignore that first one 

         (If ur good) 

P💗: alright now who’s the good girl 

Az💗: I guess we will have to wait and see 

         Omg I didn’t realize how late u kept me up

         I’m going to bed 

P💗: alright big head I’m so proud of u for graduating in 3 

       My academic weapon 💗

       Good night baby I love you 

Az💗: same baby

         Can’t believe u managed to actually graduate on time when ur illiterate 

        I love you too P 

        good night 

P💗: lowkey love you a little less after that

Az💗: 😐

P💗: kidding 💗💗💗💗

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“Azzi you coming?” Aliyah’s voice echoed through the dorm. 

“Ya one second, I just feel like I’m forgetting something.” Azzi replied, scanning the room before adjusting her little black dress and fluffing her hair in the mirror.

It was only a few hours after graduation, and Azzi was going out to a grad party with Aliyah and some of the other girls in her communications class. 

Azzi had just gotten into the car when all of a sudden her phone chimed.

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While Azzi was getting ready for the party, Paige had completely set up her dorm room in candles and Azzi’s favorite flowers to celebrate their graduation and especially Azzi graduating in 3. 

Paige was amazed by her girlfriend every day, but this was just a whole new level of adoration. 

Paige had finally finished setting up, after going right home after graduation. 

She had just assumed her and Azzi would have hung out afterward, she didn’t really feel the need to confirm. 

But when Azzi didn’t show up after 30 minutes of waiting, she started to get a little confused. 

She knew that Aliyah was going to a party with some of the other graduates, but parties had never really been Azzi’s thing, and Paige had assumed that Azzi would have told her if she was going. 

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Back in the car, Azzi checks her phone. 

         —2 missed calls from p 💗 and 2 texts—

P💗: wya 😼

        U on ur way?

Az💗: I didn’t realize we had plans?

         I was going with Aliyah to that grad party 

P💗: wow alr 

Az💗: p? 

         I’m sorry? Like I didn’t realize u wanted to do something

P💗: it’s fine whatever 

       I just don’t get why u were all talking about how much u missed me last night and are surprised when I’m upset u didn’t come over.

       Like I thot it was mutual but ig not 

Az💗: ofc I want to see u, I can come over later!

         I’m sorry baby I thought I told you that I was going to the party, I knew I was forgetting something yesterday fuck.

P💗: it’s whatever don’t come over come over idrc 

       Have fun

Az💗: p come on wtf? It’s not that big of a deal, I just forgot to tell u 

         I still wanna see u 

         I miss u 

P💗: clearly not enough 

       Bye Azzi 

       I’ll talk to u later 

Az: paige come on don’t do this

      It was a mistake 

     Why do u have to stress me out like this I wanna see u 

    Seriously this is stupid 

                         —— read by P💗 ——

Az💗: really paige?

         I get that I made a mistake but it’s not like we had actual plans like come on

P💗: fuck az I said idc

Az 💗: why r u being like this 

          Like why r u tryna make me feel guilty 

          I said I’m sorry 

P💗: im not even doing nothing 😂😂?? 

        Just have fun

Az💗: paige u KNOW damn well ur making me upset 

         Like how am I gonna have fucking fun with u mad at me 

P💗: I don’t wanna fight with u

        I alr said I don’t care 

        Stop being dramatic and let it go

Az 💗: p ur being mean and unfair right now

P💗: I’m going to bed, take it how ever u want but stop texting me so I can sleep.

Az💗: alright paige I’m sorry 

         I never meant to hurt u

         I can’t come over later? I love you.

P💗: nah I’m all set Azzi. 

                      —— read by Azzi——

Azzi felt her heart sink as she shut off her phone. How was she supposed to celebrate when all she could think of was paige. 

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When Azzi woke up, she felt hollow.

She turned to her side feeling the emptiness of the bed where the blonde lump usually laid. 

The bed felt cold without her in it.

Azzi’s head was pounding as she reached for her phone, rereading the entire conversation searching for where it went wrong.

She read it three times before sitting up and setting it on her side table.

She had really thought Paige would have texted her before she woke up. Apologizing for overreacting but she was really mad clearly.

At first Azzi felt horrible. 

The guilt was strong in her mind. She threw on a pair of Paige’s sweat pants and one of her team USA t-shirts and decided to go for a run to clear her mind.

As the morning stretched to afternoon, Azzi felt her guilt turn to anger.

She was pissed at Paige for not only ruining her graduation night, but for not even caring enough to text her the next day. And she had the audacity to get mad at her for “not caring.” 

By 3:00 Azzi was getting stressed. She had showered, even finished one of the books she was reading, but the suitcases by her door lay waiting for her in question.

Azzi and Paige had to leave for their cruise by 4:30 to get there by 8 yet still no text. 

Were they even going at this point?

By 4, Azzi was just about to text Paige when she heard her phone buzz.

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P💗: I’m leaving in 15 to pick u up 

                     —— read by Az💗 ——

P💗: baby? 

        Is that ok?

Az💗: yup see u then 👍 

P💗: bruh 

Az💗: don’t call me bruh paige 

P💗: why r u dragging this out?

Az💗: u can’t be serious rn?

         U haven’t texted me all day.

         I have been sitting by my phone since literally ur last text waiting to see if u would text me yet nothing

        Like I made one fucking mistake and ur telling me im fucking dragging this out??

P💗: ur forgot we basically made plans i'm sorry i was upset 

Az💗: i get that u were upset, but I apologized and wanted to come over

         I didn’t even end up going to the stupid party and we both spent it alone cuz you were mad. 

          Like if u weren’t so damn stubborn this could have been prevented.

         U were a different person I didn’t even recognize u 

P💗: baby u know I love you come on 

       Stop with that

Az💗: ya I know P but u can’t just shut me out over something like that it’s not fair.

P💗: okay let’s just talk about it in the car bro

       I’m leaving now 

Az💗: istg paige if u call me bro one more time I will make u change rooms 

P💗: nah no way u change rooms 

Az💗: hah if u still think we are fucking ur gonna be really disappointed

P💗: ya we will see 😂

Az💗: I’m literally not even gonna sleep in the same bed as u at this point

         Like have fun by urself, hopefully they have a couch or u will be on the floor.

P💗: whatever u say baby

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Azzi watched as paige’s car pulled into the driveway.

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P💗: here

Az💗: I’m coming asshole 

P💗: damn really not giving up on this are u?

                   —— read by Az💗 ——

Azzi wobbled out to the car with her suitcase.

Paige watched, getting out of her car, opening the door for Azzi and taking her bag.

Azzi rolled her eyes at her but obliged, letting Paige put her bag in the trunk.

Paige felt a smirk curl onto her lips. She knew Azzi was upset but she couldn’t help herself but think about how good their makeup sex would be now that there was all this tension-not that Paige wanted any of this to happen, she hated when Azzi was upset.

When Paige finally joined Azzi in the car after cramming all the stuff in the car, she handed Azzi her unicorn neck pillow. 

“Thanks” Azzi said shortly, tugging it around her neck and leaning to look out the window away from paige.

“Do you have the stuff for your knee?” Paige asked, going through a list she made on her phone of things Azzi can’t forget.

“What about your compression sleeve?” She continued.

“I have everything Paige we can just go.” Azzi sighed, shutting her eyes and rubbing her temples as if to say Paige was giving her a headache. 

Paige smirked at the sight of her girlfriend, and her eyes made their way down to her bare thighs. She watches as Azzi lets her legs stretch out, her quads contracting and relaxing as she did. 

Azzi could feel Paige's eyes on her. 

“I'm not gonna talk to you Paige.” Azzi said even though her heart fluttered knowing Paige was looking at her. 

“Fine by me.” Paige said pressing play on her music letting “Love Language” by Sza fill the silence of the car. 

The two sat there not talking while Paige drove for the first hour. Azzi kept her eyes glued to the window, avoiding eye contact, as if the passing shapes were the interesting things in the world. Azzi refused to be the first to give in. 

An hour later, Azzi lets herself glance over to Paige who was focused on the road. 

Azzi felt herself relax at the sight of her girlfriends familiar features, the sharp angle of her jaw, the softness of her blonde hair, the way her eyes glistened under the light of the setting sun. Azzi could smell the tension on her, but she looked away before her glance could be considered staring. 

Immediately after looking back towards her spot on the window, she regretted taking that glance as the ache between her legs, that had been unfulfilled since the few days her girlfriend had been absent, grew.

Ironically, Paige too was feeling the heat of the moment. Every glance she would steal at Azzi was filled with pure desire and need. All the anger from last night had converted into something more charged, and when Paige got worked up well… 

After another 30 minutes of the car ride, Paige glanced over at Azzi who had fallen asleep, her mouth slightly open and her head tilted back. 

Paige’s heart melted seeing her girlfriend in such an innocent vulnerable moment. Paige loved waking up to Azzi’s sleeping face, and not seeing her the past few days made this moment all that much more meaningful. Paige moves her hand over to brush one of Azzi's curls out of her face, letting the pureness of her beauty sink in. 

With only an hour left in the car ride, Azzi wakes up a little disoriented, forgetting where she was. She looks around and her eyes immediately find Paige, bringing her complete comfort. She feels a pang of guilt at the idea that her girlfriend is probably tired too after driving the full way, but the guilt turns back to annoyance when she realizes she still hasn’t gotten an apology yet. 

Not wanting to give in just yet, Azzi decides to send Paige a quick text. 

Az💗: hi

Paige saw Azzi’s name pop up on her CarPlay, she glanced over to Azzi who was still looking out the window ignoring her. 

When they pull up to the red light, Paige checks her phone. 

P💗: hi

Az💗: i don’t forgive u 

          That’s why i'm texting you, so u can’t bring this up out loud but 

          I miss u 

P💗: I miss u too baby

Az💗: really? I thot u were mad still 

P💗: how could I possibly stay mad at such a pretty face

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Azzi felt a blush reach her face at paige’s message

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Az💗: well I’m not done being mad at u yet

          But I’m pausing so I can text u

P💗: it’s okay baby u are holding up very well

       U look very pretty right now too btw

Az💗: you look pretty too. 

          Like that shirt on u

P💗: what’s new 🤷‍♀️ 

         Also I got u a grad gift

         It’s a surprise tho

Az💗: stop im supposed to me mad at u rn 

P💗: hah and yet ur wet instead

Az💗: enough

P💗: So do you forgive me?

Az💗: no

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The light changed back to green and Azzi put her phone back in the side door. 

Paige began cooking up a way to get Azzi to forgive her. 

Without removing her eyes from the road, Paige reached next to her side and let her hand drape across the top of Azzi's lower thigh. 

She smirked, feeling Azzi's weight shift underneath her, as she ran her fingers dangerously against the soft skin of her thigh. 

Azzi felt herself grow needy, the warmth of Paige's fingers spreading to her insides. 

Azzi could feel Paige's hand creep higher up her thigh, slowly inching closer to where she needed her most. Paige massaged her skin with her thumb in tight small circles on her inner thigh. 

Azzi accidentally let a soft moan slip out as her hand inched closer to her heat. 

Realizing she had allowed herself to enjoy this a little too much, she pushed Paige's hand away, stopping it as her hand hovered over the throbbing pressure between her legs. 

“Paige.” Azzi warned, as Paige threw her head back against the seat in frustration. 

Paige flicked her eyes away from the road to look at her girlfriend. 

“Az” paige said, letting her face soften upon looking at the way Azzi’s curious eyes wandered and searched her face for an answer. 

“Look.” Paige started. “I am sorry Azzi, i shouldn't have treated you like that yesterday, i wasn't fair.” Paige confessed at a mumble, part of herself not liking the idea of admitting she was wrong. 

Azzi sighed, “It's okay baby, I just hate it when you're upset with me.” Azzi softly stated, reaching her hand out and squeezing the blondes gently. 

“You didn't do anything wrong Azzi, I just wanted to see you after graduation , and I guess I got a little too wrapped up in the idea that you were coming over and I took it out on you when I found out you had other plans.” Paige admitted. “Also I might have been a little embarrassed cuz I may or may not have lit a couple of candles for you.” Paige sighed, her face blushing. 

Azzi, turned her body so she was facing her more directly, “Aw baby youre so cute. But just to be clear i didn't even go to the party, i went home cuz i was so stressed out about you.” Paige felt the guilt rush over her as Azzi admitted that to her. 

Paige’s head hung, “I'm sorry you had to leave, I am, honestly, but I just don't get why you didn't want to celebrate with me.” 

“Paige, are you serious right now? I literally wanted to come over, and if you had asked you could have come, and i would have said yes in an instant. If you had just sent me a message, instead of trying to guilt trip me, and make me feel bad, I would have been to your house in seconds." Azzi said, reaching up and brushing a strand of blonde hair away from Paige's face, framing her eyes. 

“I know azzi, i was acting crazy, i knew you would have come to be with me, i guess it was just the fact that i wasn't the first person you wanted to be with, i dont know it's stupid.” Paige tried to brush off the embarrassment as she said that, her eyes staying focused on the road. Azzi feels her heart melt at the sight of her blonde girlfriend being so vulnerable and open in front of her. 

“I am so sorry baby, I just thought it would make sense for me to hang out with the girls from my class since this is probably the last time i'm gonna see them, you know? Like I assumed I would be seeing you later that night. I just feel like you took it a little too far like it was a little toxic idk." Azzi said, watching Paige's face react to it. 

Paige felt a little taken aback by Azzi’s comment. 

“Az, you know i love you, and you don't even know how sorry i am, i'll never do it again i promise.” Paige said, turning a little to look at her. 

Paige moved her hand to caress Azzi’s curls, her finger brushing against Azzi's neck, sending shivers down her spine that was enough to make her want to unbuckle, climb onto Paige's lap, and take her right there. But somehow she managed to maintain herself, and simply said, “better not.” 

They spent what was left of the car ride with their hands all over each other. Azzi remained a bit more to herself, but when paige placed her hand on her lap, she moved her hand and let them linger over paige’s, tracing her initials onto her palm. 

When they pulled up to the dock, Paige shifted in her seat to turn to the younger girl, her hand still on Azzi's thigh. 

“Your family is gonna be here soon?” She asked moving her hand up to sweep the curls back behind Azzi's ear. 

Azzi blushes as she pulls out her home to check. 

“Ya, they said to just go on without them and they would meet us for dinner, they are running a little late apparently Jon forgot his suitcase.” Paige giggled at the reminder of her family dynamic, the one she had always felt so welcomed to. 

“Alright pretty, you stay here, k?” Azzi nodded in response, watching as Paige left and went to the trunk to grab their bags, and lug them over to the boat's entrance. She went back and opened Azzi’s door, but as she walked, Azzi couldn't help herself but gawk at the way Paige's sweatpants and how low they hung on her hips, the veins in her hands, and the way her long nimble finger wrapped around the bag she was holding. 

Azzi gulped when Paige opened the door.. Fuck she was horny. 

Paige’s hand rested on the small of her back as she led her towards the entrance of the cruise ship, azzi paused, turning to look Paige in the eyes.

“Thank you for bringing our bags in and driving, I appreciate it. But.” Azzi looks away as the last word comes out, Paige eyes her cautiously, “but what azzi?”

“I am still a little annoyed with you though, just warning you.” azzi said, which surprised her as Paige's tense body relaxed. 

Paige turns her and lets her hand pull azzi in closer to her side as they stand in the line to board. Her hand slides down and wraps around the front of her, resting just below Azzi's belly button piercing, the other one moving down to squeeze her ass. 

Azzi blushed, swatting at her hand, but her actions juxtaposed it, leaning back into page letting her warmth absorb her. 

“I feel like you won't be saying that later.” Azzi feels her breath hitch as Paige's voice is sharp in her ear. 

“Yeah?” Azzi gulps, her hand reaching back and coming in contact with the exposed skin between Paige's pants and her crop top. 

“How long do you really think you will hold out Azzi?” Paige questioned dominantly. 

Azzi chose to leave the question unanswered as she created some distance between them when walking in. 

When they reached the check in desk, Azzi could feel Paige's hands wander over her body. Azzi, who obviously was much more organized than Paige, checked in, providing the receptionist with the details of their trip, and the other people in their party that would be arriving later. Azzi tried to keep herself focused, but Paige was making it pretty difficult, her fingers tracing over her back, her eyes burning into the side of her head as she conversed with the lady who was checking them in. 

When the lady turned around to get them their room keys, Azzi turned to look at Paige, who was already staring at her puffy lips, licking her own and smirking at her. Azzi’s heart rate sped up, and she knew she would have to get her back for pulling this little stunt on her. 

Azzi leads them to their room, and Azzi forces Paige to carry both of their bags so she would keep her hands away from Azzi’s body. As the two of them open the door to the room Azzi begins to take herself at home, unpacking her clothes, while Paige on the other hand starts walking around the room, looking in the shower, at the beds, and even on the balcony. 

Azzi gives her a look as if to say “What are you doing.” and paige knowingly responds “sorry im just looking to see all the places i could fuck you in.” Paige smirked, walking up behind Azzi and trailing her fingers along Azzi’s arm. Azzi rolled her eyes and Paige whispered in her ear,

“Common Azzi, i said i was sorry, didn't  know it would be a crime for me to wanna celebrate graduating with my girlfriend.”  Azzi is silent, taking it in as Paige's hands trail down her arms and clutch her hands swinging them slightly. 

“Just wanna have a nice time on this cruise with my girl.” She continues smiling at their reflection in the mirror in front of them and licking her lips as she moves her head to lean on Azzi’s shoulder. 

Azzi studies her face and neck, she can tell she wants her bad, and Paige is not even trying to hide it. 

Azzi on the other hand, although better at hiding it, needed her just as badly. 

Paige tilted her head so her lips brushed against Azzi's neck, traveling upward and pressing an open mouth kiss on her dimple. Azzi’s hand found its way to Paige's shoulder, as her heart fluttered. 

Paige knew she had her in a choke hold and kept going, “didn't mean to treat you like that baby, i just wanna be near you all the time, i can't help it.”she whispered against her ear, letting her lips brush against it. 

Azzi walks back a few steps towards the bed, before she goes to sit down. Paige follows her like a lost puppy, seductively pulling Azzi’s legs apart so she can stand between them. 

Azzi looks up at her with wide eyes full of desire as she puts her own arms on either side of her hips on the bed. Azzi leaned her head back making eye contact with Paige, staring at her with needy hooded eyes. As azzi leans back, her jaw clenches, showing off the sharpness of her jawline. Immediately,the wetness between Paige's legs becomes overwhelming, and Paige is unbelievably aware of the switch azzi has just made. 

“Ima make it up to you baby, do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”Azzi doesn't respond, but Azzi keeps her eyes on Paige. Looking up at her with her head tilted as if to say, “yeah?” biting her lip and looking down at herself all spread out for paige. 

“I'm gonna get you so right baby? Paige says as she leans down tracing her finger along Azzi’s thick muscular thighs. She licks her lips, smirking down at her girlfriend. “Just forgive me baby.” she whispers, watching as Azzi adjusts herself so she is propped up on her elbows with her body more accessible. She moves one of her hands to slightly fist at the hem of her shirt with an overtly innocent look plastered on her face. She felt like Paige had had enough of her teasing. 

“I don't know paigey, you made me really upset you know.” she said, dragging out the last letter so her tongue would trace her lips slowly, still looking up pouty. 

Paige moved her hand to the soft skin of Azzi's neck, stroking it gently. She brings her other free hand to tilt Azzi's jaw up, her thumb on her puffy bottom lip.

Paige leans forward, “I'm so sorry princess, I love you baby lemme do you right please.” she whispers into her ear, flicking her eyes to watch azzi-who thought she couldn't be seen- as she bites her lip letting her eyes roll back into her head. 

Paige raises back to her full height, peering over azzi with a knowing smirk as she pouts up at her, both of them fighting intense aches in their cores. 

“You want me so bad? My sweet girl, so innocent huh? Paige says tugging at azzi’s plump bottom lip. 

Azzi nods innocently, smiling.“Keep going.” she whispers. 

Paige knows exactly how to rile her up. 

“Such a beautiful girl, mmm drives me crazy,” Paige groans as Azzi takes off her hoodie, her eyes focused on Paige's, going back to her position to let Paige continue. 

“Mhm, that's it baby, such a good girl for me huh?” she says as Azzi stands up to slide off her pants, taking her time turning around so Paige can take it all in. 

By the time she is sitting back at the edge of the bed, Paige's mouth feels dry, and her pussy feels wet. 

“My smart girl. graduated in 3 years didn't you?”Azzi nods and puts up her foot to make Paige slide her socks off for her. 

“Whatever you want princess.” She smirks as she leans forward and delicately pills them off. 

Paige can feel the sweat slide down her back as the tension builds between them. 

“So fucking perfect, just wanna fuck you all the time.” Azzi's expression contorts into a teasing “really?”. And Paige doubles down “can't even control myself.” she says as her hands hover over the brunette's body. 

Paige lifts her leg to peel off her other sock, highlighting the swell of her ass. 

“Mmm that fat ass too.” Paige groans as she feels herself get wet. Her head is spinning, and Azzi, who is now only in a t-shirt and panties can tell. 

Azzi lifts one arm and slides it behind Paige's neck to pull her in towards her lips, letting them brush against her ear, “ok baby, i forgive you.” 

A smirk spreads onto Paige's face as azzi continues, “Wanna take this off me baby?” she asks with need dripping from her core. 

“Fuck az.” Paige groans, licking her lips eagerly as she leans forward to gently pull the shirt over her girlfriends head. 

Azzi leans back slightly now that she is fully exposed, her lingerie in full view, she separates her legs smirking. 

Paige’s jaw drops in disbelief as her parted thighs revealing a new pair of lingerie. 

“What happened to me sleeping on the couch huh?” Paige questioned as she studied the brand new red set that displayed Azzi's perky breasts, her toned stomach, and her piercing that shimmered under the light. 

Considering that they had just had an argument, and only had just made up everything clicked when she saw Azzi's state all laid out for her. 

Paige tips her head backward to stare at the ceiling shaking her head while rubbing her jaw and letting out a groan that makes azzi giggle. 

Azzi, still staring up at her girlfriend, waiting for her to make a move, holds both of her hands now as they make eye contact, 

“Wow so you just been tryna rile me up all day huh? You're such a freak Azzi Fudd.” Paige tuts with a smirk. 

“Paigeee” azzi whines, “what are you talking about sweetie?” she replies innocently, tugging at her shirt, pouting. 

“You dont wanna touch me baby?” she asks and Paige can barely believe it's a real thought in her head. 

Paige leans her head down to Azzi's ear, her hand resting lightly on the back of Paige's head whispering, “enough baby, you know imma touch you.” Paige says, her lips attaching to the soft spot under her ear. “But you gotta promise you're gonna be a good girl for me though ok? Can you do that Azzi?” 

“What if I don't wanna.” Azzi admits watching as Paige shakes her head in disbelief. 

“I think you're gonna wanna be good. Cuz you know im gonna fuck you so good.” paige says, watching as Azzi’s eyes scan down her body. 

Azzi’s hands travel up under her shirt, rubbing up and down on her bare stomach. 

She lets out a breathy moan, “Paigey?” she starts. 

Paige looks down at her, shuddering under her touch. 

Azzi continues to caress her lower stomach and whispers, “I promise I'll be a really good girl for you Paige,” batting her eyelashes innocently. 

“Yeah? didn't take much convincing huh? Need me that bad princess? Want me to fuck you good?” 

Azzi nods, standing up and wrapping arms around Paige's neck, hand gripping the back of her head pulling her into a kiss. Their lips connect with an absolute fire, the tension from the past day spilling out between their lips. Azzi licks at Paige's bottom lip, and Paige sucks in her tongue as her hands travel down to rub her ass. 

“Missed you bad.” azzi says when they finally pulled away, lips puffy and swollen, eyes hooded with desire. 

The blonde smiles and connects their lips again, the passion overflowing as Paige bites and pulls on her bottom lip. 

Paige’s lips travel down, leaving small open mouthed kisses from her jawline, and traveling down to her neck. 

She licks a long stripe down Azzi's stomach, outlining her abs before stopping at the band of her panties. 

Paige hooks her finger into them, letting them fall to the floor. 

Azzi looks down to watch the way Paige looks at pussy like she has been starved for years. Paige gets on her knees, so she is the one staring upwards a t her beautiful girlfriend in front of her. 

She separates Azzi’s legs gently and reaches her finger up to spread apart her tan folds, exposing the soft pink of her clit. 

“Prettiest pussy in the world”, she shakes her head, continuing, “she belongs to me.” Paige says to her pussy as Azzi smirks, “all yours. Now pls touch me, I need you so bad." Azzi whines pushing at Paige's head. 

Paige wraps her arms around the back of Azzi's thighs to stabilize herself, as she presses her tongue against Azzi's pussy, running it through her folds and picking up her slick. Azzi moans against the contact, pushing herself farther against her. 

Paige’s hands travel up to cup Azzi's ass, squeezing and listening to Azzi let out a soft moan. Paige’s tongue digs deeper against her, finding her clit and swiping against it. 

Her tongue flicks back and forth, and Paige transitions between the flicks, small tight circles, and sucking at it, releasing it with a pop. 

Azzi moans loudly, her hand tangling in Paige's hair as she pushes her girlfriend closer so her face is suffocated by her cunt. 

Paige goes down like she hasn't eaten in months, licking at her, sucking at her, even running her teeth gently against her. 

“Love the way you taste baby.” Paige says pulling away gently to catch her breath and shove Azzi onto the bed. 

Azzi moans as Paige climbs on top of her and flattens her tongue against her clit, lapping at it gently. She moves her head down, licking from her clit down to her entrance. 

Azzi can feel her pussy clench as Paige runs over her entrance teasingly with her tongue. 

“Please fuck-want you inside of me” Azzi says desperately and paige just smirks against her pussy. 

“What's the magic word,” Paige teases, her finger running through Azzi's slick. Azzi doesn't even have the chance to answer, as she pushes Paige's tongue into her. 

Paige lets it slide, and fucks her with her tongue, letting it plunge in and out of her. Azzi moans loudly as her tongue squelches against her walls, the feeling of the warmth was too much for her, and after only a few minutes of Paige's pounding into her, she is a pile of moans. 

“Fuck im close Paige.” she moans. 

Paige pulls her tongue out of her and flips them over so Azzi is sitting on her stomach. 

Paige wraps her hands around Azzi's ass and scotts her up so her pussy is now hovering over her face. 

“Sit,” Paige says dominantly. And Azzi looks a little self conscious at first, not wanting to completely crush her, but eventually the desire between her legs is too deep, and Paige's strong arms pull her down so she is now riding her tongue. 

Azzi moans loudly at the new angle, feeling Paige's tongue hit against her g spot as she fucked it into her. Azzi was grinding down on her, feeling Paige's nose brush against her clit. 

She moaned,her walls beginning to tighten and her pussy sucked up Paige's tongue as it bobbed in and out of her. 

“Gonna cum Paige.” she moaned her hands coming around on either side of her, her tits dangling in Paige’s face as she continued to fuck her through her orgasim. 

Soon enough Azzi’s white syrup was pouring out of her and paige was drinking up every last drop, fucking her through it. 

Azzi flopped off of her face so she was laying next to her. 

They lay there for a moment catching their breath. 

“You ready?” Azzi asks eagerly, laughing as she notices the cum on her nose, leaning forward and licking it off. 

“For what princess?” she asked, but Azzi was already straddling her and sliding off her pants.

“My turn to show my remorse.” Azzi smirked as Paige let out a breathy moan as the cool air hit her wet cunt. 

“All this from eating me out? You really are whipped.” 

Azzi wiggled herself down, situating herself so she was between her legs, aligning herself with Paige's core. 

She starts to place gentle kisses on Paige's inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of her. 

She placed a kiss on her pussy, before spreading it open with her fingers and licking a long strip through her. She lapped at her clit in soft kitten licks, taking in the taste of her arousal. 

Paige moaned, running her fingers over the back of Azzi's neck, tangling them in her hair. 

Azzi ran her finger through her wetness, letting it get completely soaked, before she fucked it into her listening as paige moaned at the contact. 

Azzi continued fucking the one finger into her, her tongue flicking against her clit. 

Paige moaned, desperate for more contact. 

“Please more. Need more princess. You're so good to me.” Paige praised, as she pushed Azzi's mouth against her clit with more force, so she was now sucking on it. 

With Paige’s words, Azzi added two more fingers, fucking them in and out of her at a fast rhythm while Paige shoved her face into her cunt. 

“Fuckkk.” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt her walls start to suction around Azzi's fingers. 

Azzi pressed down her other hand on Paige's lower stomach, causing her walls to release, and her orgasim to spill over her with a loud moan, her cum spilling out onto Azzi's fingers. 

Azzi fucked her through it, not stopping until Paige was squirming underneath her. 

“Who's the good girl now?” Azzi asked smartly, as she ran her fingers through Paige's sensitive clit. 

Paige, who was still tired from just having Azzi’s fingers pound in and out of her, was not willing to give up that easily, she moved Azzi's fingers away from her clit towards Azzi's mouth. “Still you.” she said as she shoved them into Azzi’s mouth, melting a little as Azzi held eye contact with her and sucked Paige's juices off of them. 

—----

An hour or 2 later, after the girls had finished unpacking, and getting ready for dinner, they met Azzi’s family down by one of the cruise restaurants. 

“You look so beautiful tonight.” Paige said as they walked down the stairs towards the door. 

“You do too, baby.” Azzi smiled, and Paige poked her dimple lovingly. 

Making their way over, they finally spotted Azzi's family in the distance. They all exchanged hugs, and stories before finally making their way into the restaurant. 

“Mrs. Fudd.” Paige said, pulling out Azzi's chair for her. 

“Thank you Mrs. Bueckers.” she mocked as she sat down. 

The night was filled with laughter and stories of Azzi's childhood, the team next year, classes, and just day to day anecdotes. 

Paige couldn’t imagine herself anywhere else than with this family, at this table. 

Paigee loved every part of Azzi, from her family, to her, to the way she would refuse to let either of them bring their phones when they snuck away to one of the islands, or when she would force Paige to watch Frozen with them in the room before they went to sleep the second night. 

Paige knew Azzi was the one for her, from the minute she saw her, and no fight they could ever have would ever change that. 

[saphiccarma]

- Post Bellum - Alcohol is love

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - One teasing remark from Rio and a barking dog and then you're spiraling, but they're both there to cheer you up until it all goes sideways and you panic again.

Warnings: ✨Trauma✨, smut, fingering (r receiving), cunnilingus (r and A receiving), face sitting (A on r), more trauma

A/N: secretly in love with this chapter

The liquor burned your throat harshly as you tipped the shot down your throat, eyes heavy and mind swirling with memories. The glass slammed down on the counter with a clink, and you poured yourself another. And as you took more shots, eventually just sipping straight out of the bottle, the shadows in the corner of your apartment looked less menacing and your emotions weren't so prominent anymore. It felt nice to feel the familiar sting and the haze that fogged up your mind.

As soon as you had finished your job with Agatha and Rio, you had run to your apartment. Some nights, and you were never sure what determined them, the two would have you stay the night at their house. Sometimes it led to something that was not at all professional, far from it really, and you knew it went against your job description. But Agatha's sly words and taunting smirk, plus Rio's casual, teasing remarks lured you in. It was purely a hookup, nothing special at all. They fucked you and in turn you fucked them, plain and simple sex. Even still you would slip out of bed after they had both fallen asleep and sneak to the guest bedroom, footsteps soft.

Then Rio said something today, just something simple and meant to be harmful at all, but you couldn't stop the rush of memories.

"It's just a dog," she teased when the three of you passed a barking dog in the street. You had hardly heard her words, but it had made your panic all the more intense. It was a German shepherd, teeth bared and growling at everyone who passed, tugging on its leash. Saliva dripped from its mouth and all you could see was violent dogs during your tour. Regardless of Rio’s remark, you sped up, ushering them along with you.

The thoughts had tugged at the back of your brain for the rest of the day. You tried to stay focused, stay remained on the job, but your eyes were clouded over, and you could just barely think. When Agatha had given you an odd look, her silent way of asking if you were okay, you ignored her. When Rio had trailed her fingers up your arm, but you had tugged away, mumbled some excuse, and you were out the door and home by 9:00.

You weren't an alcoholic, drinking wasn't your go to for coping, but it was something you held in your back pocket. You loved the way whiskey, or beer, or vodka, or whatever you had would clear away any worries you had, even if it was only for a moment and then you would have a nasty headache in the morning. It only lasted for a little while, but that was enough for you to use it as a resource. You could hear a shout from outside, the voice oddly familiar. Your drunken brain hardly comprehended it.

Pressing the rim to your lips, you tipped the bottle back again, eyes falling shut. You didn't want to stop; you wanted to drown in the drink. A knock snapped you from chugging the rest of the bottle. Clumsily, you placed it down onto the counter and stumbled towards the door. Common sense flew out the window. You fumbled with the door handle before swinging it open, a wide grin spreading over your lips at who was there.

Agatha and Rio stood side by side, still dressed in the same clothes they wore to the office, but Agatha had a jacket slung over her arm and a wallet in her hand.

"Hey," you slurred, "Watcha doin' here?"

Agatha frowned at your garbled words and the way you leaned heavily on the doorway, "Are you drunk, hun?"

"Maybe a little," you giggled. You stumbled away from the doorway, meaning to invite them in, but forgetting as you ambled back towards the counter. Your fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, but before you could take another sip it was yanked away. Whining, you stomped your foot like a child, "Give it backkkk." You drew the last word out, petulance and annoyance coating your words.

Passing the bottle to Rio, who was smirking slightly but with a shimmer of concern in her eyes, Agatha took hold of your outstretched hands. You instinctively flinched at the touch. Her fingers held firm, pulling you in close. She could smell the alcohol on your breath and see it in your eyes and all your movements.

"You're drunk," she said bluntly.

You whined, "Sooo? I'm an adult."

"You're really drunk," Rio chimed in, "Way more than you should be."

Once again, you giggled at her words and shrugged. So, what if you were drunk? Agatha kept your hands in her own, even as you tried to pull away, and dragged you towards the bedroom. Rio shoved your liquor in a cabinet before filling a glass of water up, the water clashing against the metal sink too loudly for a moment that had you whining. It sounded too much like the pouring rain, battering down on the rusted metal sheets you had for a roof.

"Aggie," you tugged at her hands, using a name that was reserved for bed only, "Let goooo."

She scoffed, ignoring the nickname, and didn't dignify you with a response. Instead, she sat you on the bed, relieved that you were already out of work clothes and into what resembled pjs. Getting you into different clothes a battle she did not want to fight. The minute she let go of you, hoping you would stay seated, you tried to bolt up. Agatha stuck her hand out, catching you in the chest before shoving you back to the bed with a firm glare.

"Stay," she ordered. You kicked your feet, grumbling, and falling into her chest. Your face fell onto her breasts, and you cackled a little, but Agatha took it in stride. Briefly you tried to palm her breasts, but Agatha stopped that quickly by batting your hand away. As much as she would enjoy that, you weren’t in the proper state of mind for anything like that right now. Her hands came up and stroked through your hair, gently combing out all the stray knots you missed when brushing your hair this morning. For once, you let yourself relax around her - the feeling of nails gently scratching your skull and back of your neck lulling your brain into a sense of peace.

Rio entered the room moments later, a cup in hand with a plastic straw she found after some searching, and Agatha gave her a soft smile. Tapping your shoulder and gently guiding your head up, Rio pressed the straw to your lips. It took you a minute to process, but once you did you started drinking some water. It wasn't long before you had downed the whole cup with a satisfied sigh. The water cooled the harsh burn in your throat just like Agatha's hands helped to soothe your nerves that were constantly on edge.

After you finished the glass, it was placed onto your bedside table and Agatha was forcing you to lay down. You squirmed for a moment, not wanting to rest, but then Agatha laid down next to you and wrapped her arms around you. Her embrace was warm, comforting and you melted nearly instantly. An arm was draped over your waist as Rio flopped down on your other side, her face burrowing into your neck, and you tucked your face under Agatha's chin.

With their combined comfort, something you didn't know you wanted, you were able to slip into sleep easily.

^______________^

You woke up to a wetness between your legs and heat pooling in your stomach. Slowly, your eyes blinked open before your hands shot down the grab at the head between your legs. Rio groaned against your cunt, the vibrations waking you further sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Rio," you whined, tugging at her hair, pulling her close but also wanting to push her away. Your head pounded as a result of your actions last night but the throbbing in your core made you keep her close. Her lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking softly, and her hands kept your legs pried apart.

She pulled away for a moment, mouth glistening with your juices, "Shh, you don't want Agatha to hear, do you?"

Briefly, you glanced at Agatha was still sleeping soundly, the sunlight shining softly and highlighting her sharp cheekbones. Rio suddenly flicking her tongue out drew your attention back and you couldn't stop the small whimper that came from your lips. You were never particularly vocal during moments like these, too guarded to let them see you any more vulnerable, but Rio had caught you in a tired state and you weren't holding back.

Your clit pulsed in her mouth as she kept her lips wrapped firmly around it, even as you yanked on her hair when your head fell back and eyes shut from pure pleasure. You clenched around nothing, and your feet kicked out slightly.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Rio murmured against your sex, her breath warm.

Shaking your head you just fumbled around to grab her fingers, dragging them towards her core. You weren't the biggest fan of your words, much less telling people what you want. Rio chuckled and once again pleasure ripped through you from the vibrations that rattled through you. Pushing her away with one hand, you pressed her fingers to your dripping sex, silently begging with your eyes. Rio grinned at you, the sight devious and filled with pride.

"Words," Her voice wrapped around you a silk ribbon, softly coaxing you to tell her what you want. It took you a moment to find the right thing to say, even though it was so simple, your thoughts were so scrambled right now.

"Fingers," you whimpered, pushing her digits closer to your core, "Please."

That had her smile widening considerably, "Good girl." Her praise made satisfaction flow through you, but not nearly as much as when her fingers plunged into your core, two of them stretching you out nicely. A loud noise escaped you against your will and you slapped your hand over your mouth, glancing nervously at Agatha. The last thing you wanted to do was wake her up. Rio's two fingers thrust in and out of you at a brutal, yet steady, pace, not once relenting.

A few pumps in her thumb positioned itself to hit your clit every time her fingers were deep inside you, the pads of her thumb rubbing against your clit roughly. Your hand left your mouth to scramble and grab the bedsheets, fisting the white fabric in your fists to try and keep your composure. Rio was quickly making you fall apart with everything she did, all the movements unraveling you bit by bit. And the pressure inside you built rapidly as your walls fell down just as fast.

Absolutely enjoying in the way you were just dissolving beneath her, Rio crashed her lips onto yours, and you could taste yourself on her. Her tongue brushed against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you granted it, her tongue exploring your mouth. You grabbed at her shirt instead of the bedsheets, keeping her close as if she would leave you once you let go, and whined into her mouth. Her fingers continued their brutal pace on your cunt, thumb hitting your clit harsher nearly every time.

Your thighs began to tremble, and your stomach tightened. Clenching around her fingers, your sounds were muffled by her mouth. You could feel your climax building steadily within you and Rio could tell. She pulled back from your mouth for just a moment so that the two of you could breathe, your breaths coming in short, fast, gasps, before pressing her lips back onto yours. Then her fingers curled just right, hitting that spongy part inside your cunt, and her thumb rubbed circles around your clit, pressing down perfectly, and you were spasming beneath her, your orgasm ripping through you.

Rio swallowed up your moans greedily, her mouth devouring yours as she pushed you down into the bed further, her arms bracketing your face. You clawed at her back, grip tightening and knuckles turning white from how hard you held onto her shirt. This was possibly the best orgasm you'd ever had.

Slowly, you came down from your high, breathless and sweat making your hair stick to your face. Rio detached her lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting them, with her fingers still buried deep in your cunt. You whimpered when she pulled them out.

Leaning down, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and then another to your nose, "Such a good girl."

Your face heated at the praise you and scowled at her to hide your embarrassment. Rio smirked cheekily before she was yanked off of you. You had hardly noticed that Agatha was awake, until she was hauling Rio into a brutal kiss. You watched, slack jawed, as Rio absolutely melted into Agatha - turning from dominant to submissive in a few simple moments. The kiss didn't last for long before Agatha was tugging Rio away by the collar of the neck.

"You are a naughty girl," she hissed in Rio's face, and the other woman squirmed beneath her glare, whining.

"Aggie," she pleaded, her hands coming up to fist Agatha's collar desperately, "Please." In just a simple kiss, Agatha had turned Rio into a fumbling, needy mess, just as she had done to you. And it seemed like Agatha was going to give into Rio's pleas, but she just smirked before shoving her firmly against the headrest.

"Stay," she commanded, and when her eyes caught Rio's hand inching to her own pants, she barked out another command, "And don't touch yourself." Rio pouted but crossed her arms and glared at Agatha. Agatha turned towards you, her smirk still firmly planted, but her eyes softened slightly, "Did Rio wake you up baby? Did you like that?"

You hesitated before nodding your head slowly, afraid to get in trouble like Rio.

"You're not in trouble," she cooed, but there was a certain edge to her words, "If you can prove to me that you're a good girl."

This time you nodded frantically, eager to please her in a way that was so uncharacteristically you. Agatha muttered soft praise that you hardly caught before she was slipping out of her pants, black lace panties coming with. You propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to adjust in any way she needed, but then the older woman pushed you back onto the bed. Her knees came to bracket your sides before she shimmied up and then her dripping core was right in front of your face. You could smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating from her cunt.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her hand brushing a stray hair out of your face, and you nodded she added, "Words."

"Yes," you said, breathless, "This is okay."

Agatha smiled at your eagerness before she lowered herself onto your face. Your hands came up to grip at her thighs, holding her in place because you never wanted her to move. Hesitantly, your tongue flicked out as you heard Rio moan beside you and Agatha do the same. You swiped your tongue through her folds, teasing her for a moment, before pressing it up against her entrance.

And then, the delicate bubble you were in burst. Agatha ground down on your face and you couldn't stop the panic that seized you. Your entire body locked up and it felt like too much. Agatha was pressing her cunt against your tongue, but it was too much, she was too close, and you couldn't breath and- You forced yourself to calm. You were fine, this was fine. Threading her hands through your hair, Agatha was too absorbed in pleasure to notice your panic, and you forced yourself swirled your tongue around her clit.

"Just like that," she groaned, completely oblivious to how taut you were. Every single one of your muscles had locked up and you had to resist the urge to shove her off. You owed her this. But Rio was watching, her eyes taking in every detail, and she noticed the way you went stiff, all joy leaving you.

She reached out, grabbing Agatha's shoulder, "Agatha stop."

The other woman snarled, ready to tear into Rio, but she paused when she saw how concerned she was. Gently, Agatha removed herself from above you and you whined, sitting up slightly.

"Why'd you stop? Did I do something?" Your thoughts spiraled, thinking you had done something wrong, but internally you were relieved. You could breathe now. Agatha was directly on top of you, she wasn't suffocating you.

(Sand wasn't being dumped on your head as your wrists were bound and you were about to be buried alive. Your sister in all but blood wasn't next to you, sobbing as she fought against her binds. The sun wasn't beating harshly down on you as you thought you were going to die.)

Rio gave you a pointed look, causing Agatha to do the same.

It was a moment before the former spoke up, "You weren't okay," Her words made your throat close up and for some reason tears threatened to prick at your eyes, "Why didn't you use your safe word or tap on her leg three times?"

And just like that all your walls slammed back up and you scoffed, "I was fine."

"No, you weren't," Rio argued, and you could see Agatha chewing her lip, glancing between the two of you. Guilt swirled her eyes, but so did frustration, and that was what you latched onto. You chose to believe she was frustrated at you and Rio, rather the truth. Agatha was upset she didn't notice that you didn't want to continue, that you were done.

"I said it was okay, I was fine," you snapped.

"Darling," Agatha reached out to cup your face, stopping when you flinched back, "Just because you say it's okay doesn't mean you have to keep going."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing once again before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A throbbing pain hit you full force in your head the minute you stood and your legs were weak beneath you. Ignoring Agatha and Rio's protests, you made an excuse about having to use the restroom. You locked yourself into the bathroom, sinking to the floor.

Burying your head between your knees that were pulled tightly up to your chest, you groaned in annoyance. Why couldn't you just enjoy the moment? All you had to do was not stiffen, not lock up and it wouldn't have stopped. Then everyone would be happy.

Why couldn't you just be normal?

Taglist: @poppyshuman

[kingconia]

Hello I js read ur MC who takes inspriration from the protag of their stories and if you're still taking requests, is it possible to do a part 2 for it?

A/N: You are welcome. I pondered a little about the continuation of this concept, and figured out that Leona & Vil had the most potential for the second part, since I left a cliffhanger in their stories. Others seemed quite cliche or obvious—Riddle has a crush, he can easily deal with, and same goes for Malleus, Azul & Idia. I hope, you don't mind.

The first part can be found here. Obviously, read it first for the context.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR & VIL SCHOENHEIT WITH THE READER, WHO IS INSPIRED BY THE PROTAGONIST OF THEIR STORIES.

Leona Kingscholar. 💛

— Leona is bad at admitting aloud that he made a mistake, but it doesn't necessarily mean he has no realisation of it. He knows, he hurt you. That is obvious;

— He starts paying more attention to you in the school, since he hasn't figured out how to fix your relationship yet. And that is when he notices that... You are actually not as cheerful as he remembered you to be? Most of the time, you sit away from other students of Savanaclaw?

— When he asks Ruggie about that, he shrugs. He tells Leona that you were always like this, and they even call you ”the sombre heir” among themselves, since you are not quite fun to have around. Leona is surprised. You were so different with him...

— In the end, Leona simply decides to speak with you honestly. He has this feeling that you will accept him either way. You always did before. But, oh, seems like he is not on your good side anymore, isn't he?

•

”Oi, kittie, watcha doin'?” Leona plops in front of you, putting his elbows on the table.

He is nervous, he will not lie about. It is the first time he feels such an overcoming anxiety before someone alive, and that is strange. It is just you, after all. Right?

”Dunno,” you answer slowly, putting a slice of meat in your mouth. ”Thinking about my family, who died so yours could take our throne away. You, Leona?”

Well, you definitely are not planning to forgive him so easily.

Leona shifts uncomfortably as he tries to catch your gaze. Without a luck.

”I accept my fault,” he murmurs quietly, hardly audible. ”And if anything, I understand your pain. I, too—”

A sudden laugh from your lips makes him stop in the tracks. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin, you smile suddenly. And when you raise your eyes on him, Leona almost flinches. Because there is nothing kind or gentle in these orbs now. Instead, they are cold. They are cold, and at the same time, they are awfully mad.

”What would you know about it, golden boy?” Your voice shift in a condescending tone as you shake your head slightly. ”Kings like your brother, Leona, they have honour. And princes like you or your little nephew have a bravery and heart. But people like me, Leona, the fallen ones, we only have rage. So, excuse me, but I don't think we are at the same page, kittie.”

You are hissing your last words, hand coming to grab Leona by his chin, tip of claws scratching his skin. He wants to back away, he intends too, but he is suddenly strangely fascinated by you. Intimidated, even.

”If you want to apologise, Leona, then do it properly. With falling on your knees, at least,” your fangs flash in a carnivorous smirk. ”And until then, have your dreams. Sweet or not—we will see in which mood I am going to be today.”

Leona gulps as he watches you leaving, eyes fixated on your back.

Perhaps you ignored his existence until now, willing to forget his rudeness. But now, it seemed, he lost the last pieces of your mercy.

...And he needs to figure out how to have your forgiveness really quick.

Vil Schoenheit. 💜

— Vil is not surprised when headmaster warns him, that someone from his dorm attempts to take away his housewarden title. He already knows who it is, and he is not surprised to see your face, when he enters the main hall;

— He had a bad week already: his hair products worked awfully, your number of followers outnumbered his own, and Neige practically took the role that was his in the very last moment. It is only logical that in the same week you attempt to take his title;

— And, of course, you succeed. The poison you created can be only worth of the Pomefiore housewarden, and no one can deny that. Even Vil. In fact, he always acknowledged your brains and wilt, so of anything, he feels it is fair win;

— What makes him stop frozen, though, is the person you want to see as your vice. Originally, Vil thought that you will take Rook—he is quite aware of his attraction towards you—but then... You chose him? Why? Why would you do that?

•

”Well,” Vil says, when the two of your are left in the room alone, and there is no need to act as you were friends anymore. ”What else are you planning to do with me? You are the housewarden—you won. Why making me your vice?”

You turn on your heels to face him, a big and shiny smile plastered on your face as you step closer to him.

”Don't be so mean, Vil-sama. Why do you act as if I hate you? I don't,” you put yours hands on chair handles he is sitting at, invading his personal space gracefully. ”I cannot hate a person, who helped me to understand what my signature spell is.”

Vil furrows, pressing his back to the chair more firmly, not trusting you coming close to him. Yet, it hardly changes anything—the tips of your noses are practically touching.

”I apologise, but I cannot recall such a thing.”

He had never helped you with anything in your life. Now, Vil is ashamed that he didn't.

He remembers your first day in the dorm. How you clinged to his side, with stars shining in your eyes, asking him about this and that. How you attempted to befriend him. How you only originally started to speak with Rook to understand him better.

Vil failed the little student of his.

And the person in front of him didn't want his acceptance now.

”How come?” Your hands are suddenly on his head, fingers wrapped around his favourite diadem, taking it off slowly. ”After all, you were the first beast I spoke with.”

He flinches, and you carefully kiss him on the cheek before putting the diadem on your own hair. It looks nice.

Vil hates that.

”I miss the kid you were,” he murmurs against his best judgement.

You hum.

”Bear the monster you created, instead.”

You left him on the vice position so it could be a remind for his mistake. For his cruelty. For his arrogance. He realises it now. You don't need to do anything special to hurt him, if he does it to himself, working under your command on the daily basis, seeing you shine, when he burns out.

You are beautiful, Vil accepts that. Your revenge is a charming one, too.

”I heard Neige got that role?” You ask suddenly, when he reaches doors, unwilling to turn back. ”Such a shame. Something must happened.”

He grits his teeth.

Vil hates himself for making you like this. Yet, he can't help but feel proud. Whatever he created you as—you would take what is yours, with blood and sweat. He can admire that about you. And deep inside, Vil thinks you do that, too. Deep inside you enjoy it as much as you hate it.

”Yes. Something.”

After all, there is truly nothing Vil can do, but accept his defeat.

The king is dead. Long life to you.

A/N: Based on protagonists or not—they had some darkness in theirselves as well; just as Simba was quite ruthless, when the situation required of it, in many interpretations of the tale, Snow-white learned how to be cruel, too. I think it is enamoring how these said protagonists can be just as their villains, especially if they were growing up around them in one way or another.

[mrsjellymunson]

⏱ Time Me ⏱

Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘time’ | WC target: 485 | Rating: E 🔞 MDNI NSFW | CW: Smoking weed, allusions to other drugs, oral sex, a little bit of longing? | Tags: Pre-S4, enemies to enemies-with-benefits?

“Hey, King Steve. Watcha doin’?”

Eddie yells sarcastically towards the sports field on his way to his spot in the woods, watching Steve Harrington. He’s running up and down the worn-out track, checking his probably-much-fancier-than-Eddie’s digital watch every time he stops.

Steve punches a button and frowns, muttering a goddamnit before turning to face the least athletic-looking person he’s ever met.

“Just trying to improve my times, break my own record.”

Bitingly, he adds,

“Not that you’d know anything about self-improvement, freak.”

Eddie blows a derisory raspberry with his lips, lifts his arm and shakes his lunchbox.

“Well, if you’re interested I’ve got some things in here that might help.”

Steve responds,

“No thanks, I’m against artificial enhancement. And I don’t think a blunt’ll make me run any faster either. Most likely the opposite.”

Eddie retorts, sardonically,

“Maybe not, but I sure know a thing or two about post-game relaxation. You’ve gotta balance your training, Steve.”

He smirks, concluding,

“It might make you care a little less about your timings, too.”

Eddie cackles as he wanders off between the trees, leaving Steve to watch his retreating form with incredulity, and a little fascination, on his face.

That first time was coincidental. Steve, intrigued, followed Eddie into the woods, and they shared one of Eddie’s pre-rolls. Steve’s sprint times did indeed slip from his mind, and they talked and laughed more than either’d anticipated. Perhaps they’d leaned in and bumped shoulders a little too often. Perhaps Steve also spent a little too long staring at Eddie’s lips. Perhaps Eddie’d liked it a little too much…

Now, Steve finds out when Eddie’s going to be in his spot, and then takes some private track time exactly then. To work on his sprint, or whatever.

Moments after his battered lunchbox clatters against the old table, Eddie’s on his knees in the dirt, his own cock in his hand. Steve, with his head thrown back and arms spread across the edge of the tabletop, groans as his sweaty shorts are pulled aside and his long cock fills Eddie’s mouth and starts to nudge the back of his throat.

Eddie’s already taken it as a personal challenge to see how fast he can make Steve cum. Now he’s worked out what gets him going, it’s become surprisingly easy. Self-improvement, right?

But today, instead of a quick blowie in the woods, he wants Steve to stay a bit longer. Maybe agree to do this somewhere a little nicer, perhaps even somewhere indoors. He pulls off of Steve with a wet smack, continuing to fondle his balls and languidly stroke his own dick with his other hand.

Confused, Steve’s head drops forward, and their eyes connect. Smiling salaciously, Eddie murmurs,

“So, Stevie, right now I don't want you to finish in record time. How about we see if we can set another record? Today, I wanna see how long you can last…”

Thanks so much for reading!

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[btsiu]

jihope dancing to "Watcha Doin' Today?" by 4MINUTE and jin judging on the background 😆

[trueladylove]

nanami x f!reader.

smut, bathroom sex, looking in the mirror, hair pulling, minor breeding (?) little bit of cum denial.

young!nanami knew he should’ve avoided you from the start. you’d only ever go out with a full face of makeup, and wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. even in the jujutsu high uniform, you somehow managed to make it seem… slutty.

“shoko, we have to go shopping with utahime this weekend. i found this cute new store, and you two would love it!” you beamed, eyes sparkling as your hand intertwined with shoko’s, manicured nails shimmering.

“sure.” shoko would smile, taking a puff of her cigarette. “i’ll ask utahime.”

he knew that you were nasty, vile, even. but he couldn’t help the few glances he’d steal from you.

you always rolled your skirt up, eager for attention, young!nanami would tell himself. not to mention the mesh stockings you wore. how shameless!

“hi nanami!” your tone was sweet, and light as you waved to your classmate. he watched as you happily walked over to him, skirt moving along with each step you took.

he didn’t want to acknowledge you, he shouldn’t! but he couldn’t help the polite wave he gave.

“watcha’ doin?” you’d ask, an arm placed on his shoulder as you tugged him closer to you. “are you lonely?” you giggled, manicured nail poking at his cheek.

“im not lonely.” he’d mumble, attempting to get himself out of your grip. did you always smell this good?

young!nanami tried, he really tried to distance himself from you, but that was hard, considering you were one of the only people in his class.

so he guessed it was obvious he’d be sent on a mission with you some day. he’s just mad that it was today.

“woohoo! we’re going togetherr!” you’d sing, a sugary smile on your features as you and young!nanami reached the school where you both would exorcise the curse.

he honestly tried to ignore you, and the way your skirt was even shorter than usual - your lashes curled even further today than others. he tried to tear his eyes away from your glossed lips, but it was really hard.

young!Nanami knew that this was wrong, but all he could focus on was the way you were bouncing around like some slut desperate for attention.

maybe that’s what you were, it wasn’t his place to decide. right?

well, when he finally grew older and returned to jujutsu high as a teacher, he was surprised to see that you were still there.

and still as glamorous as ever.

“nanami! is that you?” he recognised your voice, although you sounded a little more mature this time around.

he turned around, eyes looking down at your smiley face. you were older, a bit more mature- your uniform had changed too. somehow you turned into even more of a slut. how was that even possible?

nanami had to fight the raging boner that was threatening to make itself known.

“hello, l/n.” he greeted politely, noticing the way your face grew brighter at the sound of his voice.

“you sound so different! can’t believe it’s really been that long, huh?”

he knew, ever since he first met you- that he should’ve avoided you. he never should’ve talked to you, but here you both were.

nanami was plowing into you from behind, your body folded over the bathroom counter with your manicured fingers gripping onto whatever you could hold. his large hand was planted in your roots, forcing your face up to look at your crumbling form in the mirror.

it was disgusting, really. you had fat tears spilling out of your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks and mixing with the spit and drool that hung out of your opened mouth. lipstick was smeared over your lips and cheeks, and stray hairs clung to your sweaty forehead and wet cheeks.

each thrust emitted a wet, lewd sound, mixed with your loud and erotic moans. nanami knew that with the way you were moaning like a literal pornstar, the two of you would get caught- and he’s not looking to be expelled from jujutsu high when he just came back. his large, veiny hand left your clit and reached up to your mouth, and he leaned over to your ear.

“shut up.” his hot breath fanned over your ear, as he sped up his thrusts- feeling himself get closer.

soon, he emptied ropes of creamy and thick cum into your sore pussy, grunting as he fucked them back into you. maybe if you’re filled to the brim with his seed you’d be less of a slut.

he almost moaned out loud when he saw your face through the mirror, your eyes were almost rolled to the back of your head, and even more drool was falling from the corner of your mouth.

just as you were about to come, he pulled out- claiming “a slut like you should know that she doesn’t deserve to cum.”

he’s just a big meanie!

[nolita-fairytale]

a little carmy blurb inspired by the eleven madison park granola recipe

a/n: a friend of mine put me on to the EMP granola... and now i can't stop thinking about carmy. assuming the nyc restaurant carmy worked for s supposed to be eleven madison park, i wrote a little blurb his relationship to said granola recipe and my pastry chef!reader. have i told you how much i love writing from carmy's POV?!

takes place in the 'make my heart surrender' world after sugar's had baby michael and a few months after you and carmy have gotten married. food is love. that's all.

the familiar scent of caramelized brown sugar and toasted coconut waft through the home he's made with you--a smell that catches him off guard, considering it's been years since he's experienced it.

ever since you retired from the restaurant life, carmy's noticed how much joy cooking at home brings you. and he can't complain. while you no longer work at the bear, it's been nice for him to come home to a warm meal after a long shift. he's suddenly found himself on the receiving end of long culinary projects, done over the span of the weekend, where he hasn't had to lift a finger. but as you stand in the kitchen, a kitchen towel folded over the lip of the half sheet pan you're pulling out of the oven, it reminds him of old times and even older versions of himself.

"hey you," you say, as you hear the cease of his footsteps.

you rest the sheet pan against the coils of your stovetop before turning to look at him, kitchen towel in hand. you search carmy's perplexed expression, watching as he chooses the words that follow.

"wh-, watcha' doin'?" he stammers out.

"oh! i'm workin' on a care package for sugar. and i heard syd's out sick too so i think i'm gonna pack up some of this granola for her too," you answer simply.

"you okay, bear?" you ask him, the concern evident in your voice.

"i uh-. yeah. i just-," carmy begins, letting out a heavy exhale. "jus' haven't thought about it. you know... the granola. our old spot. in a while."

right.

you sigh.

"should i have said something?" you ask, as it dawns on you that the old recipe may not bring back the best memories for carmy. "it's just that i made some a few weeks ago... at sugar's. and she begged me to make more. i mean, her and pete are totally hooked on it but.... i know that that wasn't a great time for you. i should've thought about that."

"no!" carmy protests. he doesn't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him, and he finds himself falling a little more in love with you as he wraps his head around just how much you love his sister too. "no. it's okay. i just. 's been a while." he chuckles, this time as an exhale of relief. "caught me off guard. is all."

you nod slowly in understanding, as carmy takes a few steps toward you.

"i don't know what it was about a few weeks ago that made me think about it. haven't made it in a while, carm," you say back with a small chuckle. it had been your job--to make the restaurant's signature granola that was gifted to diners at the end of their meal--for the first three months of your time at EMP. "feels like a lifetime ago. but uh... well shit. it's just as good as i remember it."

"oh yeah?" he asks you, curiously, his tone much lighter this time.

"mhm," you hum in response.

it's a strange feeling, returning to old things as the man he is today: a man who's found home again, changed by his restaurant, by his people, by loving and being loved by you. he picks up a few pieces of the still-warm granola, as you eye him carefully, before popping them into his mouth. the flavors hit his tongue, his palette dissecting each familiar note. he half expects to be flooded with memories of his darkest days, but instead it reminds him of you.

it makes him think of the morning of your first shift, watching you as you funneled the granola into the restaurant's signature glass jars. he knew his lingering gaze had made you feel like you were under a microscope, but he hadn't seemed to be able to stop his wandering eyes. he thinks of the way you'd notice that he hadn't eaten all day long, slipping him a jar of the granola right before dinner service started, without a word. a small smile spreads across his lips as carmy recalls the time you made it in the pandemic: playing around with different nuts, dried fruits, adding miso, sharing your latest creation with him after each volunteer shift with world central kitchen.

he's not sure how to say it--that this granola reminds him of you, and your love for him, not the restaurant. he wants to shout it from the top of your apartment building, proclaim his love for you in the form of a shakespearean sonnet, but instead he just says this:

"maybe you can make some more of this. for us?"

"you sure?" you hesitate.

a beat.

"yeah babe. i'm sure."

[libbys-braincell-loss]

i became inspired so heres a silly oneshot smg34 fic that also includes mario and meggy

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This fic includes:

snowtrapped reference. Sorry yall </3

shitty grammar whenever mario speaks

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SMG43 crush frustrations, a 2 1/2 part oneshot

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Segment 1: SMG4 and Mario

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SMG4 sits at his desk, making videos, as per usual. Working hard to appease the hell that is the YouTube algorithm, all that good stuff.

SMG4 is just focused on working on making a decent video, trying his hardest to work in peace.

Suddenly, the door breaks down for the 17th time this week (it's tuesday), and SMG4's idiot best friend Mario bursts in to disturb said peace.

"ES EM GEE FOUR" he yells, startling his friend.

SMG4 sighs. "Hey, Mario, what do you need?"

"I just wanted to see what you were doing :))" Mario replies.

"I'm just making videos, that's all," SMG4 says, attempting to regain focus on making the video. "I gotta finish as much as I can before I have to hang out with SMG3 later today"

"Ooooo, watcha gonna be doin?"

"3's just gonna be streaming the two of us messing around on Gmod. I think he wants to play prop hunt?"

"Mario played that one time with him. He's too good at it," Mario recalls.

"Heh, as if. He only won cuz he was against you," SMG4 exclaims. "He won't stand a chance going against me."

Mario peeks over the chair and observes SMG4 making his video.

"Can Mario help???" Mario asks.

"Hahaha, no," said SMG4. "You don't know shit about editing."

"Lol ur right, im just bored af and wanted to do something" Mario says, eyes crossing. "What video you makin"

"I'm remastering an old video called 'Charming Peach'; people seem to like when I make remasters of old videos," SMG4 responds.

"Oooooooooo" says Mario. "Can I suggest a video idea?"

"Y'know what, sure. Go ahead."

"Snowtrapped remaster :))))"

SMG4's eyes widen. He turns and looks at Mario in the crossed eyes and humongous mustache.

"Hell no!"

"Hell yeah :)"

"Why would you suggest that?! I'm not doing that!"

"Why not?"

SMG4 blinks. "Why do you think?"

Mario shrugs. "Because it's too cold?"

SMG4 face palms. "I forgot; you don't think."

"Awww :(" Mario frowns. "Thats mean :(("

"Dude, SMG3 and I literally have sex in that episode."

"And?"

SMG4 blinks.

Mario blinks in return.

"AND WE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN REMAKE THAT? What do you want me to say?" SMG4 exclaims.

"You didn't enjoy it?" Mario asks.

SMG4's face turns bright red. "MARIO!! Why the hell would you ask that?!"

Mario blinks. He grins. "You're avoiding the question"

"I'm not answering the question. I'm not remaking Snowtrapped, period. SMG3 and I could never relive those events again."

Mario blinks one eye after the other, like a frog.

"Do you like him?" Mario asks out of the blue.

"Huh??" SMG4 says, red creeping on his face.

"Do you like SMG3?" Mario asks.

"I mean, yeah... as a... friend, of course."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Mario's eyes narrow, and his head widens as he stares directly into SMG4's soul. "Mario doesn't buy it."

"What? What do you mean?!"

"I think you are gay :)"

"No. Also can you stop talking in emoticons?" SMG4 sighs.

"Come on!! I'm pretty sure you like him in a gay way"

"Why do you have to say it like that?"

"huh"

"...Nevermind. No, I don't like him like that." SMG4 chuckles, like he's trying to gaslight himself into believing the words he says. "Why would I? He berates me every day, I can't stand him sometimes... Why would I be in love with someone who constantly tries to do some bullshit to piss me off?"

"But when you do get along, what then?"

SMG4 opens his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I just... I..."

Mario smiles really wide. "Youuuu liiikkkeee himmmm!"

"Mario, quit it!"

"Youuu dooooo :)"

"MARIO!"

"Youuuu likeee yourr rivaaaaalll :)))))"

SMG4 sighs, tired of trying to convince Mario otherwise. "Fine, you caught me. Yes, I may or may not have developed a crush on SMG3..."

Mario gasps with the utmost glee in his eyes.

"I KNEW IT!"

"Yeah, but you BETTER NOT TELL A SOUL!!" SMG4 puts a firm hand on Mario's shoulder and points at him aggressively.

Mario frowns. "you're no fun"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don't want word to spread and for SMG3 to find out. Then he will really hate me, and not in the joking way he usually does."

"You think he hates you?" Mario tilts his head

"...Not really, but..."

"Then tell him!" Mario says.

"Haha, hell no. He is my rival, and even though we're able to... tolerate... each other for enough time, but SMG3 is very keen to remind me that we are 'rivals', and refuses to admit that we are friends, no matter how much we get close to admitting we are friends."

SMG4 looks down. "I do really like him, I just... I have no way of knowing if he does like me at all, and if he is being serious when he shit talks me. Maybe he thinks and talks about how stupid I am when I'm not hanging out with him. He probably hates me, with how much he berates me. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Mario blinks. "You are dumping all this info on someone who has zero advice for you" he says.

SMG4 smiles sadly. "My bad. I just... it's been eating me up inside, I just wanted to vent about it."

"Its ok :) mario can try to give advice if you want!" Mario says.

SMG4 sighs. "Go ahead."

"Mario thinks that if SMG3 hated you so much, he wouldn't go out of his way to be around you"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"He frequently shows up to hang out with you, he saves you, he talks about you a lot..."

"Wait, he does?"

"Yeah! I was waiting to get a bomb at his coffee shop and he was in a corner writing in his journal again, and he was saying everything he was writing out loud; he was saying 'I'm excited to hang out with smg4 tomorrow, we gonna play some gmod together and im totally gonna beat his ass at prop hunt, hes gonna be so mad itll be so funny, seeing his face so angry is so entertaining-' and then he stopped writing cuz he saw me waiting for my bomb order and he shoo'd me out of there and i didn't get my bomb"

SMG4 blushes. "Huh. So, he does shit talk me outside of my earshot, but in a positive way..." He smiles ear to ear. "Mario, honestly, I cannot believe I'm saying this, but your advice actually helped. I think my intrusive thoughts were just trying to lie to me. I needed to hear that."

"Yay! Mario's glad he could help :)" Mario says, smiling. "This is my character development! I am therapist :)"

SMG4 chuckles. "Mario, I would not trust you as a therapist 100% of the time."

Mario smirks. "But you can trust SMG3 as your therapist-"

SMG4 punches Mario's arm "Shush. This stays between us, okay?"

"yeah B) i gotchu"

"Thanks, man."

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Segment 2: SMG3 and Meggy

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Meggy steps into SMG3's coffee shop, 3's Coffee and Bombs. The cafe was very empty, there was little to no people there.

"Hello? SMG3?" she calls out.

SMG3 pops out from the kitchen.

"Ah, Meggy! Welcome to 3's Coffee and Bomb's!" SMG3 exclaims with a grand flourish. "How may I serve you?"

"Hey dude, I came here two days ago," Meggy says, deadpan. "You don't need to make a grand spectacle everytime I show up."

"Yeah, yeah. What'll it be? Coffee or bombs?"

"I'd like some coffee today. I think I'm gonna go for some black coffee today."

"Daring today, aren't we?" SMG3 says, in a sarcastic tone.

"Look, I'm trying to expand my horizons. Try new things. Every time I drink coffee, it's sweet as hell. I'mma take something bitter for once."

"If you say so," SMG3 says.

SMG3 makes Meggy her coffee and Meggy gives him his money. SMG3's watch beeps.

"Oh! Looks like it's break time!" he says.

"Nice! Care to join me?" Meggy suggests.

"Sure, why not," SMG3 says, shrugging. He makes himself some coffee of his own and sits at a table across from Meggy.

"I heard you have plans on doing a stream collab with SMG4 today," Meggy comments. "You guys are playing Gmod, right?"

"Yeah!" SMG3 sips his coffee. "I'm gonna kick his ass in prop hunt. He will be so pissed."

"Haha, I see," Meggy says, taking a sip of her coffee. She spits it back into the cup.

"Rude," SMG3 frowns.

"It's not that you're bad at making coffee, it's that black coffee isn't the right coffee for me," Meggy responds, also frowninh. "Don't take so much offense to everything."

"Welp." SMG3 leans back in his chair. "I'm excited. I can't wait to absolutely destroy his ass in games I'm goated at."

"Aren't you just happy you get to hang out with 4?" Meggy remarks.

"...Hanging out with him to make him look like a loser on stream, yes!" SMG3 responds.

Meggy smirks. "I think you do enjoy his company."

SMG3 studies a speck on the ceiling. "Says who?"

"Says me. I know you like him."

SMG3's face immediately turns bright red.

"NUH UH!" SMG3 exclaims. "He's stupid and a moron and a loser! W-why would I be attracted to a- a loser like him?!"

Meggy looks him dead in the eye. "I was gonna say opposites attract, but you guys are both oblivious AND obvious dumbasses, so you guys have more in common than you like to admit."

SMG3 looks away. "I don't like him. He probably hates me, with how much I berate him. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Meggy smiles.

"3, I think 4 is just as in love with you as you are with him."

"What makes you think I like him?" quizzes SMG3.

"Oh, you constantly talk about how excited you are to do anything with him, you pout when he's not around, and you're usually the first person to try to instigate helping him as soon as he's in trouble," Meggy recounts.

SMG3 blushes. "We're Meme Guardians; if one of us isn't around, our powers are very minimal. I'm just looking out for him because I don't know what happens to one Meme Guardian the moment his counterpart is dead, and I don't want to find out."

"Awww, you care about him!" Meggy smiles.

"Just talk to him, dumbass," Meggy said. "He usually functions better once people communicate their issues with him. If you ask if you take things too far, and if he feels hurt by your words, talking it out is the right thing."

"Shush. So what if I do? He would never like me back. He probably can't stand me. I berate and belittle him too much. I know, I know, it's bad, but... I don't know how to communicate appreciation to people I care about. Teasing is all I know, but I never know if I've pushed it's limit-"

"But that's so difficult! I'm no good at communication!" SMG3 complains.

"You're a therapist! This is the type of advice you give your patients!" Meggy responds.

"I'm a hypocrite!" SMG3 wails.

"Look, just talk to him at some point. Maybe after the stream is over, just take some time out of your day to figure out how SMG4 feels about your constant teasing, then go from there."

"Yeah. Y'know what, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Meggy."

"No problem! And, while you're at it, you should totally go for it!" Meggy exclaims, beaming.

"Meggy..." SMG3 sighs.

"I know you like him, you can't keep hiding."

SMG3 groans even louder.

"Yes, but you tell no one, okay?" SMG3 orders.

"Of course," Meggy says, smiling.

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SMG4 and SMG3 are up in SMG4's office, playing and streaming Gmod shenanigans. Mario is sitting on the couch in the gaming room, watching TV. Meggy comes in and joins Mario on the couch.

"SMG4 and SMG3 can't be any more obvious, can they?" she remarks.

"they gay as hell," Mario agrees.

"3 confirmed he does like 4," Meggy says.

Mario laughs maliciously.

"What?" asks Meggy.

"mario also got SMG4 to confirm he likes 3 >:)," Mario says.

"Ha," Meggy says, "Cool. Do you think they'll ever actually get together?"

"hmmmmmm, Maybe!" Mario answers. "But if they don't, it's incredibly funny to watch their gay struggling, so we can keep watching it for a while"

"I like your thinking, Red," Meggy smirks. "Let's just let them be for the time being."

[sleepyhead0720]

One shot for a jealous fem!s/o of Zoro, maybe he’s being really close to someone and she just like clings onto him like a cat and glares at the person silently

Sure! I hope you enjoy and have a great day<3

Masterlist

Jealous? Me?

You huffed as you leaned against the table

Zoro was talking to the female bartender, which she was obviously flirting with him

In any normal situation he’d immediately tell her to back of and how he had a girlfriend but this time he was a little tipsy and he kinda wanted some free drinks so he just kinda went along with it

“Jealous?”

“Jealous? Me?”

Nami chuckled as you tried to deny it

Though it was obvious considering you couldn’t stop glaring their direction

“If you really don’t like you should go tell her yourself,”

You thought for a moment

That actually wasn’t a bad idea

You got up and started to walk over them

“Hey babe! Watcha doin’?

You said casually sitting next to him and leaning against his shoulder

The bartender seemed to be taken back by your actions

You smirked slightly

“Nothing much, you want a drink?”

“Sure! Can I have the same one your drinking?”

You pointed at the glass as you looked at the bartender with an innocent look

“Uhm, sorry but that was the last one.”

She turned to Zoro and continued the conversation she had with him

You were starting to get annoyed on how she didn’t back off

You started to get up to which the bartender smirked thinking you were going to leave

But then you sat straight on zoros lap which caused him to immediately wrap his arms around you

He wasn’t really into pda but he was already a little drunk so this behavior didn’t really surprise you, even though he was drunk he still couldn’t get the blush on his face to go away

You leaned against his chest as you silently glared at the bartender who was still trying to flirt with Zoro

He leaned towards your ear to whisper something to you,

“Whats up with you today? Don’t tell me your that jealous of her…”

You hummed softly and placed to ur head on his neck

He chuckled

“Sorry miss but it looks like I have to go now”

She nodded and began to clean up the area a little too aggressively which caused a small giggle to escape you

Zoro tapped you lightly

“Cmon, let’s’ go”

You got off of his lap as the both of you started walking towards the exit

“Oi luffy! We’re going to the ship early”

Luffy, who was too busy eating only nodded to Zoro

You turned towards the bartender as you leaned slightly against Zoro

She seemed to scoff as she began cleaning the area

You smiled

“Did you really have to do that?”

“If you kept acting like that you know I would eventually”

He smirked as the two of you climbed up to the merry

“You idiot”

“But im YOUR idiot”

“And it’ll stay that way”

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[syringesyrup]

Swiss tummy worship 🙏🫶 -🌧️

i’m a weak, WEAK man…

nsfw below cut

“Watcha doin’ down there?” Swiss chides, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as Dew rubs his face against Swiss’ shirt. Dew only chirps in response, purring as he blinks slowly before he pushes his face back down again and rubs his scent all over Swiss. Each time he gets like this, Swiss can’t help but imagine his mate as a little black cat rubbing its cheek against a table leg to mark the furniture as its own.

“Oookay.” Swiss says, returning his attention to the screen as he absentmindedly places a hand on Dew’s head and rubs soothing circles into his scalp. Dew preens at it, pushing his head up into Swiss’ palm to chase it. The corner of Dew’s mouth bubbles with drool as a heavy purr echoes from him. His eyes slip shut as Swiss pets his head, scratching carefully into his scalp and around his small ivory horns.

Swiss makes a clicking sound at him, much like one would make at a cat, and Dew’s mismatch eyes peek open ever so slightly. His black pupil is huge in his undamaged eye, black drowning out the firey red. His damaged eye, the blue one with a milky white center, sits still. Swiss is sure it would look just the same as the red one if his eye could react.

“Cuddly today.” Swiss observes before Dew lowers his head again and presses his nose into Swiss’ stomach. He struggles as he pushes Swiss’ shirt up, exposing the pudge of his tummy that’s painted with curly hair, some scars, and freckles that are all just a background landscape to frame the ink that reads Dew’s name. Dew begins to lick gently at his skin through purrs, grooming the multi ghoul with a split and pierced tongue.

Swiss doesn’t really mind. He continues to pet Dew’s head, turning back to his phone as the fire ghoul licks at him. After a minute, Dew paws at his phone and knocks it from Swiss’ hand. The multi ghoul blinks down at him, stifling a laugh as he watches Dew squint at him. Clearly, he isn’t paying enough attention to the pissy little ghoul.

“What?” Swiss asks, because what else is there to say. Dew flicks his ears at him, lowers his head, and glares at Swiss as he nips gently on his tummy. Swiss sighs, adjusting his legs open more to allow Dew to properly settle in between them.

Swiss squints at him, offering a slow blink as he picks his phone back up again. He doesn’t even have time to unlock it before Dew is head butting into his stomach and making a frustrated little chirp. Swiss startles at it, looking down at Dew again as the fire ghoul presses the nubs of his horns into Swiss. He shakes his head as he pulls back, squinting at Swiss again with a frustrated sigh through his nose.

Swiss sets his phone down.

“Why so fussy?” He asks, reaching forward to pull his shirt back down. Dew bats his hand away, leaning back down again to press his face into Swiss’ warm skin. He begins to kiss and nip at him there, making satisfied little noises as he leaves boiling kisses and hickeys on Swiss’ tummy.

“You little fire ghouls are so strange.” Swiss sniffs. “So clingy.”

“Warm.” Dew finally says. “Smells nice.”

Swiss swallows. “Yeah?”

Dew grabs at the pudge of his stomach, squeezing it together to create a pillow that Dew is very clearly more than happy to bury his face into. His tail beats happily against the mattress, his purrs getting louder and louder with each breath he takes.

“Gotta work that off.” Swiss sighs, referring to his growing tummy. It makes Dew stare up at him, a slight fury in his eyes as he squishes Swiss’ skin together again.

“Don’t.” Dew says.

“C’mon.” Swiss laughs. “Need my eight pack back.” He says, like he ever had one.

“Don’t.” Dew repeats. “Not ever.”

Swiss flicks an ear at him. “Why?”

Dew flushes. He lowers his head again, his ears drooping as he looks away. Swiss knows this game. He grabs Dew gently by the chin and lifts his head back up, slightly forcing some eye contact between them.

Dew huffs. “Please?”

“Okay.” Swiss raises a brow. “Do you wanna tell me why?”

Dew makes a frustrated little chirp and rolls his hips back, propping himself up on his knees between Swiss’ legs. He rests his cheek against Swiss’ stomach and rubs his face there again, purring against him. He reaches up to push Swiss’ shirt further up, exposing his chest. Swiss takes the hint.

He fishes his shirt off and almost bursts into laughter at the way Dew’s eyes sparkle. Dew grabs at his chest, squeezing it before he buries his face back into his pillow of choice.

“Warm.” Dew says, muffled by Swiss’ tummy.

“Yeah, I got that.” Swiss hums. “What else?”

“Hot.” Dew says, his voice slightly strained.

“Warm or hot?” Swiss raises his brow again.

“You know what I mean.” Dew tries to glare at him, but his beat red face betrays him.

“Right.” Swiss hums. He places his hand back on Dew’s head, scratching his scalp carefully. “What about it?”

“Nice to lay on.” Dew continues. “Makes you…” He swallows. “Bigger.”

“Bigger?” Swiss asks, not quite following.

“Not like that.” Dew snorts a plume of smoke. “Just…wider. I like the way it feels when you hold me.”

“I see.” Swiss nods. “You’ve got this all listed out?”

“Maybe.” Dew pouts. “And then there’s…” He trails off, looking away.

“Dewww.” Swiss sing songs, grinning at him. “What?”

Swiss runs a hand down his face, cupping his jaw again and lifting his face. Dew hesitates before he looks into Swiss’ eager eyes. His stupid big brown eyes that swallow Dew whole every single time without fail. Dew wouldn’t call them puppy eyes, but that’s exactly what they are.

“I like when it-the way it-when you-“ Dew stammers, his ears shaking as he lowers his head in shame. Swiss sighs, rubbing his thumb against the fire ghoul’s bottom lip. Dew tilts his head at him, resting the weight into Swiss’ palm like his neck can’t support it anymore.

“You got it, sweetheart.” Swiss coos. “Tell me what you like.”

Dew breathes. Slow and steady, he raises himself up to sit on Swiss’ lap. Swiss stares up at him, placing his hands on Dew’s hips as he adjusts. Dew leans down closer, pressing his face into Swiss’ neck and breathing him in. His breath is hot against Swiss’ neck, making him shiver despite the warmth.

He tilts his head up ever so slightly, breathing smoke into Swiss’ ear.

“I love the way it folds over my ass when you fuck me from behind.” Dew whispers.

Swiss doesn’t mean to whine, but he does. His grip tightens on Dew’s hips as he hangs his head back, sucking at his bottom lip between his fangs. Dew blinks down at him, still beat red in the face but glowing as he watches Swiss’ walls break down.

“Love the way it looks…” Dew hisses as he begins to slide down Swiss’ body like a snake again. “When you let me taste you.”

Swiss throws his arm over his eyes, drawing his lips in a line as Dew hooks a claw under his pants and his boxers. He doesn’t even remember getting hard, but he most definitely is.

“The way it shakes when you laugh.” Dew continues, peppering kisses down his chest. “When you can’t breathe.”

“Dew.” Swiss begs, grabbing the smaller ghouls arms to steady himself. “Stop it.”

“When your stupid vest rides up and I can see it during a ritual.” Dew has his hand around him now, stroking him in earnest. He’s breathing over Swiss, just above the leaking head of his cock. “Turns me on so fucking bad.” Dew growls.

Swiss almost wails when Dew snakes his tongue out and squeezes it around him. He grabs at Dew’s hair, forcing him down. He peeks his eyes open and if he was a stronger man, he wouldn’t break so hard when he saw the look on Dew’s face.

Dew, who is smiling with his eyes as Swiss pushes him all the way down to the base of his cock, hums around him as his tongue squeezes harshly around Swiss. His nose is pressed to Swiss’ stomach, and he hears glass shatter inside of his brain when he realizes that it only gets Dew off more.

Dew pops off of him for a moment and groans. “Love the way it shakes when you cum.” Dew breathes, licking his own saliva off of Swiss and moving up to lick at his tummy. “When I make you cum.” He adds on.

“Here, I’ll show you.” Dew smiles, full of bright white fangs and malice. He swallows Swiss whole so easily, taking him in one gulp and hallowing his cheeks around him with a tight squeeze of his tongue.

The worst part?

He’s still smiling during it all.

What the fuck is Swiss supposed to do? Not cum immediately? Not force Dew’s head down by his hair and cum so hard down his throat that Swiss forgets his own name for a second?

He knows he makes an embarrassing noise too. He knows it’s high and needy and Dew’s name. He squints down at the little ghoul as he cums, watching the way his stomach flexes as he shoots down Dew’s throat. Dew grabs at his stomach, tears bubbling in his eyes as he feels Swiss cum.

“Wha-what the fuck, Dew?” Swiss pants as he comes down from it, wiping drool from his own mouth. “Fuck.”

Dew pops off of him, licking his lips. He blinks slowly at Swiss, a purr rising in his throat. He stares at Dew as he licks his fingers, patting his hip.

A grin breaks out on his face. “What was that thing you said about when I fuck you from behind?”

Dew’s eyes widen.

[showstopper35]

Sweet Ache - Rodrift Angst

If it was possible to miss someone while constantly being around them, Rodimus didn't know. Every time Drift met his eyes, a wave of pain splashed into his chest. It wasn't like the slight burn of the Matrix. No, that was pleasant. That made him feel like he was finally enough. This ache was different. Addicting in a sick kind of way, like if he let it simmer it would make him sick with a sweet poison.

The problem was that Rodimus didn't know how to say sorry. He had, of course, but it could never be enough. He had hurt his favorite person. Sent him away like any misbehaving soldier. And oh, of course, Drift had smiled at him, his way of saying he had been forgiven. Rodimus knew better. He knew that it had destroyed Drift, from the way he spoke softer, the way he had gotten repainted, the way he came back with his hand in Ratchet's...

The way he seemed to barely stand being in the same room as Rodimus anymore.

"Hey, Roddy." Drift said, walking onto the bridge. Rodimus's thoughts washed away with that familiar ache.

"Hey."

Drift surprised him by coming up to where he was sitting, putting his head onto Rodimus's shoulder. He tensed, but he allowed it. The ache was worse, but he was desperate for any semblance of their old normalcy.

"Watcha doin?" Drift asks, even though he can clearly see that all Rodimus is doing is doodling while being lost in thought.

"Just drawing," he mutters, showing Drift his doodles of stars and planets.

"Pretty." Drift comments then kisses his neck softly. Rodimus freezes the ache in his chest more of a roar now.

"Don't," he says quietly.

Drift pulls away. "Why not?"

"I'm no good for you, and I think you know that. Besides, you've got whatever you're doing with Ratchet now."

Drift remains quiet for a moment. "I just want to make you happy," he whispers.

Rodimus turns to look at him, to really look at him. "That's the problem. You'll do anything for me, and so I hurt you. I hurt you so much and I can't forgive myself for it, and I know you really don't forgive me." His voice was shaking a bit, his eyes leaving Drift's face every other second.

Drift nods softly. "You did. Ratchet...Ratchet says our relationship wasn't...the most healthy."

Rodimus isn't surprised to hear that, but he still feels a tiny pang of hurt in his spark at the words.

"No. It wasn't. I had-have too much influence over you. " Rodimus stands up, trying to push down the wave of nausea swirling around in his chest.

"But you miss me," Drift says softly.

Rodimus stills, torn between admitting it and telling him to frag off. He feels so, so sick, but he nods anyway, his eyes on the ground.

"Of course I miss you," he whispers. "But we can't do this again. I can't hurt you again."

Drift looks at him for a moment, then reaches out and softly cups his cheek before kissing him. Rodimus doesn't return it, no matter how much he wants to.

Drift steps back after noticing Rodimus's stillness, nodding. "Okay. We're still friends though, right? I can't leave you to suffer with Magnus and Megatron, can I?"

Rodimus laughs softly, choking down the sweet nausea. "Yeah. We're still friends.

The loudspeaker asks Rodimus to come to Magnus's office, and he starts for it. He gives Drift one more soft look before leaving. Maybe the ache will go away, but not today. Not when he can still feel the warmth from his lips.

[stardustloserdoll]

Hihi! Hope Ur doin well :)

I have a little bit of a picky-ish request? If ur not comfy writing it that’s cool!

can I get a Johnnie gulibert x male reader story where Reader is one year self harm clean and Johnnie and him celebrate by just doin smth small like buying a cupcake? offically one year free of self harm today so-

again no pressure!!! Love u!

HII i hope ur doing well too!! congratulations :)🫶🫶

confetti cupcake

male reader

"hey johnnie." i smiled closing the door behind me, taking a seat down next to him on the steps. “hey, what’s up.” johnnie smiled looking up at me, his arms resting on the steps. “watcha up to.” i asked, he shook his head “nothing, just watching the sunset. i nodded my head looking down at my shoes.

“um, johnnie. can i tell you something.” he nodded his head looking at me. “im one year clean.” johnnies eyes widened, a big smile forming on his face. “thats awesome y/n! im so proud of you!” johnnie leaned up giving me a tight hug kissing my cheek. “okay okay, you’re gonna suffocate me.” i laughed wrapping my arms around him. “you know what, we’re getting you a celebration cupcake.”

we sat down at a small table, taking the cupcakes out of the small box. i took my cupcake waiting for johnnie to get his. “confetti cupcakes?” i laughed licking the frosting off the wrapper. “why not! this is a celebration!” he laughed waving the cupcake. “im so proud of you y/n.” johnnie smiled leaning over to kiss me. “i love you.” “thank you johnnie. love you too.”

[smutracha]

Vellichor XIII

rewind <3 fast forward

tw: mafia, smut

Friday – Changbin

“Hey bubba, watcha doin?” Changbin walks into the surveillance room you and Innie are sat in, as the two of you yell at the main screen. “Hi Binnie, we’re playin viddy games.”, you say as he comes to stand behind you. “It sounded like you guys were trying to kill each other in here.”

“Ah hyung, I could never hurt a hair on y/n’s pretty little head. I despise the thought.” “Yeah well, I’m taking her from you anyway, we gotta go train.” “Noooooooo, why? How about you train and I wipe you down and give you water and kisses?”

“Princess… no, please don’t pout. Baby you know I gotta be strict about this.” “But m getting good, can’t I just have today off?” “Fine but only cause m gonna make your body hurt later anyway, but you’re still coming with me.” A chuckle escapes you just as Jeongin’s eyes widen. “Hah hyung-“ “Don’t be gross Jeongin, oh god not you too Y/N.” “You said it Binnie.”

“I don’t see how this is improving your workout but sure.” You say as youre perched on Changbins lap whle he fnishes up a set of bench presses. “I told you baby, motivation. Plus, I gotta teach you to spot me somehow.” “Only motivation I see here is the way your cock is pressing up against me.” “Exactly, gotta know what my reward is, don’t I?” “Icky boy.” He lets out a huff and groan while he sets down the bar. “Princess, you love it. There we go, all done.” He sits up and plants a quick kiss on your nose before he chases you up.

After he sets everything back in place he leads you back to his personal bedroom. The subtle smell of weed welcomes you as he grabs a towel before walking into the attached bathroom. Meanwhile you stay standing next to his bed trying to figure out where the source of the smell is. “Comin’ princess?” “Uh yeah it just smells like weed in here.” “Probably the weed.” “You smoke weed?” You say in shock, you didn’t mean for it to sound that way, just never thought of Changbin as the type to smoke. Never thought of any of these guys that way. “Yip, wanna smoke up before we go eat?” “I dunno, I’ve never tried that. I only smoked cigs.” “Aw you innocent little thing, it’s a plan then.” He’s stripped down and pulling you into the bathroom after him. “You’re gonna love it, gonna get you all soft and bubbly, so good and needy for me. God, m gonna fuck you so good, the boys won’t have a chance in hell when m done with you.” During his hushed yearning he manages to strip you naked and get the shower started before he lifts you with such incredible ease and places you in the shower. “M gonna corrupt you, princess. Maybe I should start now, what’ya say?” His gaze is predatory as he backs you against the wall of the steamy chamber. All you can manage is a soft nod as his eyes consume your naked figure now trapped against his own musculature. You were quite literally trapped between a rock and a hard place.

He picks you up abruptly, without a thought you go to wrap yourself around him and slowly he drops you lower and without warning plunges his rock-hard cock into you. “Stay still for me princess.” And then you feel it, a warmth flowing into you and it has you mewling for him your eyes rolling back as your nipples rub against his pecs and the sensation of him pissing in your cunt overcomes you. You feel so filthy and slutty, just as he wanted. “Good girl, taking my piss in your cunt like a dumb bitch. This’ll feel so much better when I get you all dumbed up on weed.” He brings his lips to your ear, “Told you m gonna corrupt you.” He growls and it sends your cunt spasming around him, he responds with a harsh thrust that plunges the tip of his cock against your cervix. “OH, fuck binnie.” You groan out in pain at the sheer force he uses to bruise you.

He trails a series of kisses against your neck as he keeps the same blunt force that has you whimpering in pain. “b-binnie please, please never stop. Oh god ah, it hurts so good bi-bin.”

He raises his head to send that same predatory glare straight through you. “Yeah baby? Cunt belongs to me yeah? Gonna cum that pretty little brain away for me?” Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “Fuck baby, pussy like a vice grip. Shit m gonna cum, cum with me princess.”

His eyes, his voice, his force, his muscle. It’s all too much, but then you feel him filling you with his cum and your body shakes with the force of the orgasm that crashes down on you.

“Fuck baby, promise me nobody else gets to mark your cunt like I do?” “P-promi-promise binnie.”

Changbin insisted he roll your first joint after he invited chris and jisung to join your inaugural smoke sesh. “I gotta do this for her, a princess should never lift a finger.” Jisung rolls his eyes at this, “What about her pinky?” “Ji, shut the fuck up and quit pouting. I’m rolling her first joint.”

“Babygirl, hiii.” Chris giggles as your wide eyes drag away from the sight of Changbin grinding the bud he so specifically picked out for you. You recall him scanning his stash as Jisung pulled out a rolling box from Changbin’s bedside drawer. “Green kush, the OG strain. Super mellow shit, wanna get my wound-up little princess feeling all floaty and warm.”

As your eyes focus on Chris waving his hand in front of you he smiles sweetly, “A bit lost there baby? Changbin fuck you that good?” “Ah hyung, you’ll never guess what she likes. When I say she’s one kinky bi-“ His words are cut off as you slam a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as you can’t believe what he nearly told them. “Binnie, shuttup please.” He nods, indicating for you to let go of his mouth.

Jisung laughs and changbin huffs before he gets back to the joint he was so happy to roll for you. “Geez baby, I know m in the biz but I really hate to waste good weed. So lucky I didn’t drop anything.”

“Y/n, you know we all know what he likes...” Chris whispers into your ear as he giggles at Changbin. “Must’ve loved it if it could get you this shy.” A hand trails over your nipple beneath Changbin’s oversized shirt. Your eyes flutter and your mouth gapes as his hands continue to tease your chest.

He presses soft kisses to your neck as something is pressed between your lips. Your eyes open to see Changbin holding the joint to your mouth, “Just take a deep breath. Atta girl, now hold it. You might cough. Breath out.” You let out a few coughs, but Chris never stops his fingers teasing your chest, “Good girl, so pretty, bet you can’t wait for Changbin to piss in you again.” He says it aloud this time, your eyes shoot open as Jisung now learns your secret. Your eyes find his as he puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Oh dove, it was pretty clear.”

He passes Chris the joint as you give up on feeling ashamed and move to cuddle into Changbin. The joint gets passed back around and your head clouds with your second and third hit, you can feel his hands on you and the way Jisung and Chris scan your body. By the end your practically latched onto Changbin, his lips melt you down and his eyes drive you insane. “Let’s go eat babe, think your appetite’s better?”

Dinner was amazing that evening, you had a healthy appetite and Minho happily fed you as you bounced about in Changbin’s arms. You were sat on his lap while he, Jisung and Changbin discussed a recent shipment which had gone missing. You broke away from your jeering at Seungmin about which of you two was a better ADC when Minho set your chopsticks down.

Minho smiled wide-eyed and happy to hear you ask for a second serving. “This has got to be the best food ever; Minho please marry me.” A fit of giggles escapes Jeongin as soon as your words hit the second eldest, “Hyung is blushing, hah.” Jisung stares at his hyungs face before blinking his big brown eyes at you. “Hyung, that’s so sweet. Your kitty wants to marry you.” “Shuttup she can have whatever she wants. Want more food, jagi?” “Yes please.” You bounce excitedly and Changbin digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. “Binne? What’s wrong?” “Please sit still, baby. Be good and I’ll give you a treat later.” He clenches his jaw against your shoulder, all the while Jisung whispers into Minho’s ear.

Minho continues to feed you, Changbin goes back to his conversation with the two other founders. It still shocks you that Jisung is one of the founding members of their little syndicate. He’d been influential in getting information out of people since day one. Changbin handled their combat, he was their muscle. Chris was the brain of the operation, a firce leader who’d faced life’s darkest nightmares and made it out alive. Lost in thought on their dynamic and how flawlessly they worked together, you didn’t notice minho’s lips coming to rest on the shell of your ear.

“Heard Binnie gave you a shower baby, pretty kitty’s deserve golden showers only.” You freeze and your cheeks go red, he comes back to look you in your eyes and smirks at you. “Full baby?” “Mhm, yip, Binnie I’m feeling cold, let’s go cuddle.”

[cherrysurf]

hi iris, can i have some mint choco chips with waffle cones? for the toppings i'll take some cheesecake bites and marshmallows for me and the boys from inarizaki (you can choose which character you are comfortable to write, is it fine to write more than one character in one fic? If no, then just write one of them)

thank you iris :3

hi so since you wanted multiple i’m hoping this is what you meant if not i apologize 😭

inarizaki comfort crew

platonic fic w/ f!reader

contains; miya twins, kita, suna and aran, hurt, comfort, crack, profanity, kita and yn are third years, vb manager yn

It was april the scorching heat was approaching and your period cramps got worse with the heat especially during afternoon practice after long hours at school and even longer hours at practice you sit on the bench with your hand on your lower abdomen trying to push away the pain, because you much rather be at home laying down or taking a nice nap with the ac blasting and wrapped up in a warm blanket but no you had to be a good manager and give it your all for these boys because it was your last year and you’d hate to disappoint.

Thankfully coach already knew the situation at hand and he understood since he had a wife and knew how hard it was for a women to endure the pain and because of this he allowed you to leave a bit earlier than everyone else, as you quietly pack up your things to leave your stopped by the twins “watcha doin trying to sneak outta practice early miss.yn” the annoying yellow blonde setter spoke “yeah that’s not very top manager of you is it now?” the silver haired twin added, you roll your eyes at their stupid comments “well today’s different. I really have to go now if you’ll excuse me.” you said trying to push pass through the doors that’s when suna pops in “really yn your hurting our hearts by leaving, we wanted to say a little bit longer to practice for the upcoming match” he said shaking his head trying to make you feel bad while the miya twins in the back nod their heads in agreement, your temper and hormones are fighting for their life not to snap at all three of them. The thing was you and all three of them including kita and aran went to the same middle school-high school together so you’d think they’d get the gist of stuff like this now but no. They don’t.

“You can still practice tomorrow, it's not that big of a deal, suna.” you say feeling the anger rising in your voice due to all the commotion kita and aran come over “what’s going on let’s get back to practice guys” kita says and then looks at you with your bag in hand “you’re leaving early?” he asked confused, unfortunately not even really kitas fault you end up yelling “yes i’m fucking leaving i’m bleeding and i’m cramping if you two fucking volleyball freak twins and the foxed looking instigator get the fuck outta my way i’m gonna actually crashout and quit” you say as you push your way out the door of the gym “oh shit. we messed up huh." Atsumu and Osamu say “big time” Aran says as he smacks the back of their heads “well…let’s finish practice and figure out how to fix this mess you guys made.” kita says before walking off as if he wasn’t stressed enough—

after getting home and thoroughly resting and eating you might’ve come off a bit too harsh to them boys, because when you yell at them you see them still being your little underclassmen that you’d feed and help with homework basically raising them as your own “my shayla’s” you say crying reminding yourself how adorable they used to be “ugh i’m so mean” you say after you finish your five minute sob session when you get a text from kita to come outside, which you do because you should apologize for what you said back there as you open your you find the twins and suna bowing down with snacks and drinks in hand yelling in unison “please don’t stop being our manager we need you” which made you giggle at the sight of it all “oh stand up you guys i’m not gonna quit i was just frustrated” you say sighing “im sorry though i shouldn’t have yelled” you added on “no we’re sorry we should’ve understood it was really wrong of us” kita said “it’s fine i’m just glad you guys are here i felt really bad” you said “you shouldn’t they deserve it yn” aran said smiling at the thought of you yelling at them for once “anyways we hope you enjoy these snack will see you tomorrow” kita says as he makes everyone get a move on “okay thanks i’ll see you guys tomorrow bye!” you yell waving them off “osamu and suna have your homework’s ready we’re gonna need to go over them tomorrow” you yelled then you see them run off to try to actually get started on that leaving the other three laughing “gosh what are they gonna do when i’m gone.” you say to yourself.

a/n- idk how i feel abt this but i think it’s funny and cute in theory of yn lwk being there school mom

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Ayyyyy, I'm in my body again! So apparently my body decided to be a butt and crash out today too (UHG) so wassup watcha all doin.

[deer-hearted]

I... procrastinated.

Have a WIP of god knows what under working name of "There are two geniuses in the room, but nothing still gets done".

Full speech transcript below (cause there's hella lot of it, and my pencil got messy).

1. Stanford bothers Rick

R: (to himself) O-okay, come here, you nasty piece of-

F: (slams the door) RICK, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE

F: (slams the rock on Rick's work desk & throws off his entire experiment) This is pure fiction, I can't believe I have come across such a rare specimen!

R: What the..!

F: This is the best chance to study the properties of a silicon-based life form! Oh stars, this is just like in Star Trek, I bet Gordon J. from the University would eat his own tie if he (saw this with his own eyes).

R: (pissed off) I spent a month on this bacterial colony! What the hell?!

F: How about we find a means to ask it some questions? Will the necessary equipment be too hard to acquire? Or if it is already dead, we can perform an autopsy so it won't go to waste; just give me a minute to bring my notes and (gloves, so we can begin).

R: Is your ass even listening?! Fuck up your own desk!!!

R: (tired) That- that's it, I'm dumping your fucking rock into a volcano.

F: Do you think it will be melted?

R: U-uh.

F: Could we... fish it out later? To run some tests?

R: (even more tired) I hate you so much.

2. Rick bothers Stanford

R: (very drunk) H-hey, Fordsey, h-hey, watcha doin', buddy, how- how's it going?

F: (jolts awake) Gah!

R: It's- it's a matter of life and death, Fordsey. Life and death. Like, the real deal.

F: (still confused) Is someone hurt?

R: So there's- there's this world-

F: Yes?

R: ...where- where dolphins are the most intelligent (burps) creatures, and tonight is their big day, Fordsey.

R: (leans uncomfortably close) They- they have filmed their own version of Alien, Fordsey, the Alien with dolphins in it, this- this is going to be a blast, and today is the premiere day. I- I already bought us tickets. And they- they have that limited merchandise with an alien bursting out of dolphin's chest, and- and it's gonna cost a shit ton of blemflarks later...

F: (annoyed and definitely not impressed) Rick, in just two hours I have to be in XW-614 system to record its binary stars' collision for posterity.

R: (falls off the bed) We- we have to go now. So our future selves can die in peace.

F: (sighs) Why are you like that.

3. It is unknown to science as to why these two haven't murdered each other yet.

R: (sips his coffee) S-so, that Alien movie? I had a guy to copy it for me. We can watch it at home.

F: (very much not awake) Sweet.

R: And- and by the way, I didn't throw your rock into a volcano.

F: Is that so?

R: Nah, I totally did.

F: Great. I didn't hire that assassin for nothing, then.

R: Jokes aside, Pines, you didn't do it.

F: Guess, you'll have to wait and see.

(Rick passed out drunk on the floor)

(Stanford overslept the collision)