#ayyyy let's go

[wolvenjay]

Scarecrow Week 2024 - Day One Toxin Takeover

[naffeclipse]

I'm curious, how different would the interactions between Humpback Mermaid and Orca Eclipse have been if he was the father of babys Orcas Sun and Moon???

That's a difficult scenario for Humpback Y/N. Of course, you want to fight him. You first lay eyes on him and You're already preparing to throw hands. You would never dare pull back from a challenge—until you spy two small orca siren children in Eclipse's arms. The only force capable of preventing you from initiating a brawl.

Of course, any siren would fight viciously to defend their young. You understand this, but where are the children's mother? Where is the rest of his pod? It's so strange and unnerving, and you feel no pride in hunting down a siren tending to his children, even if he is an orca siren.

So you lurk at the edges, observing the orca siren as if he might do something nefarious. You only need one excuse to fight the orca siren and gladly, you search for one. Perhaps he stole the children or maybe he's not a good father. You're not quite sure what to do in such a case that the children actually need a guardian to watch over them, but you don't worry about thinking that far ahead. You only mean to fight the orca siren on reasonable terms.

You patiently stalk and follow behind the orca siren, watching and waiting, and a moment arrives. The orca siren sets the two little ones down upon an ice floe and rushes off to hunt seals. You swim carefully up to the little ones. They're so small. You never realize how tiny they are until you pick one up in your hand and cradle his sweet little tail. Then the other begins wailing, crying out for a parent. You softly shush him, but a quiet splash echoes behind you.

You turn around slowly until you're face to face with the orca siren. His eyes are piercing and wild with a need to defend his tiny pod. You wonder if he might have lunged at you were it not for the baby in your hand. He orders you in a chilling voice to set down his child.

There's no glory in fighting a parent only protecting their little ones.

Slowly, gently, you set the baby back on the ice beside his brother, and then you swim away. The orca siren rushes to his children. You feel his stare digging into your flukes until you disappear from the ice floe, struggling with your own uncertainty and confusion.

But the orca siren is fascinated by the humpback siren who handled his babies so gently and didn't start thrashing him. He'll see you again. He'll make sure of it while he settles Sun and Moon back into his arms.

[themintman]

Finished two pages is my mcsm only fixation book 😋😋

[nikatyler]

That vamp post I just reblogged, it got me thinking about Ross's human days and like, he'd do anything to have Caleb drink from him. Anything. But Caleb is just stubborn and will not, he's got his ethical sources, plasma fruit and all that. So Ross is like if I take good care of my health I will have blood So Good that he will not resist and he will drink from me.

Well guess what, Caleb did resist but now you're in perfect health buddy so that's a win, sorry your boyfriend refuses to drain you almost to the doorstep of death, I know you really want that, no, you desire that, you desire that with your entire being. Freak.

[acourtofquestions]

THE ENDING OF CHAPTER 26

*small scene spoiler bar*

PAGE 313

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YAAAAASSSS YAYY

Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface.

Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better than your other one, Rolfe."

Oh my word the second Dorian said they stopped dead at Rolfe’s office my heart gave cause oh my word is it her and THEN IT WAS and oh my WYRD this reuinion I haven’t felt such joy in a single line as the shock and enterance of Aelin with her feet on the desk and witty comeback and just imagine Rowan’s face I hope someone’s perspective in the next chapter has it and legit just I went ahhhh stop I know this OMG ITS AELIN is she gonna pull a Celaena AND THEN SHE DID all hail our GLORIOUS queen oh my word I LOVE HER grinning like an idiot GIRL KNOWS how to make an entrance and I just LOVE these moments so much AGHHHH

AELIN IS BACK AND MORE CELAENA THAN EVER

Yay

[ckret2]

So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

[guiltyasdave]

like snow on the beach

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: ~2.8k

summary: You're on a work trip with your boss, who you don't like and who you're convinced doesn't like you either. Unfortunately, there's only one bed.

tags/warnings: only one bed trope (ayyyy), fluff, idiots in love, alternating povs, reader has hair that drips down her neck after showering at one point but there are no texture or color descriptors, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, my nonexistent knowledge of colombian geography which i'm asking you to ignore for the sake of this silly story THANK YOU

a/n: my entry for the summer lovin' challenge brought to us by queens @pedgito, @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy <3 i got the moodboard you see in the header and the location by the water. i'm also posting a little early but i'm too excited and it's almost midnight here so i think it's gonna be fine hehe

biggest love to @sizzlingcloudmentality who held my hand through writing this and patiently listened to all my complaints lol. i love drinking more caffeine than pedro and writing with you while getting distracted by cats <3

dividers by @plum98!

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You’re hot, too hot. 

It’s disorienting, as you blink awake, slow to get your bearings. Arms are wrapped around you, caging you in, engulfing you in the warmth of the body pressed against your back. Hot air is fanning against your neck, accompanied by a scratching sensation on the sensitive skin. 

Your surroundings are unfamiliar, faded wallpaper in an unappealing shade of green and light filtering in through the battered up blinds. It comes back to you in pieces, the motel you’re staying at, the small Colombian town where you’re hoping to get a hold of one of the Cali cartel men. 

The obnoxious scent of Peña’s aftershave is flooding your nostrils, paired with the traces of tobacco that follow him everywhere he goes. It’s honestly embarrassing, how easily you recognize it.

It clicks into place now. The arms around you, the warmth. The scratch that you now realize is his mustache as he’s breathing against your neck.

You start wriggling around, causing the man behind you to stir, a confused groan coming out slightly muffled, his mouth still so close to your skin. He lets go of you after a second, allowing you to turn around and glare at him. 

His face is already forming his signature annoyed scowl, an expression that you’re more than well acquainted with.

“What the hell are you doing?!” 

He sounds different like this, voice still thick with sleep, a hint of the disorientation that you’ve shaken off by now. 

“What am I doing? I woke up with your arms around me, Peña.” 

He blinks, shifting to sit up and lean against the headboard. You mirror him, putting as much space between you as the rather small bed frame allows. 

“Sorry,” he allows after a beat, running a hand through his hair, tousling the mess of black strands that has formed in his sleep. “That wasn’t… appropriate. I apologize.” 

If you weren’t as annoyed right now, you’d probably think that he looks adorable like this. The you from a few months ago would most likely go wild at seeing Javier Peña right after waking up, after he held you in his arms no less. 

The you from a few months ago hadn’t experienced what an asshole of a boss he could be yet, hadn’t been taken off investigations again and again, because Peña thought you weren’t ready. She also hadn’t heard about his terrible reputation with women, hadn’t been subjected to all the office gossip that surrounded him yet. 

Now, after days of practically begging him to take you along on this trip because the whole investigation was based on information that you had gathered, you’re stuck in this motel room with him. Something about your booking of two single rooms accidentally having been processed as one double room, with no other rooms available because of course there weren’t. 

Peña had offered to sleep on the ground, or in the car, but you had waved him off, thinking about how often he had complained how his back was getting worse the older he got on the drive here. You hadn’t expected to wake up to him all but wrapped around you. 

Maybe a small, very small part of you is still going wild about it. A part that you can easily swallow down though. He’s objectively attractive, yes. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s an asshole.

“Just forget it,” you mumble, heat rising belatedly in your cheeks. Gathering your clothes for the day, you flee to the bathroom, eager to wash the whole decidedly weird situation off your body and out of your mind. You’re here because you have a job to do, not to get flustered around your boss. 

When you reemerge, wet strands of your hair dripping down your neck, he’s already dressed, clasping his hands in a way that almost seems nervous. If you weren’t pretty convinced that Javier Peña isn’t physically able to get nervous. 

“I– I’m really sorry,” he repeats, raising from the worn down arm chair he’s been sitting in. “I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable position. I’m not– I’m not exactly used to sharing a bed.”

A scoff leaves you at that. Sure, Agent Peña, who’s notorious for sleeping with his informants and with at least half of the female staff of the American embassy, isn’t used to sharing his bed. 

“Don’t worry about it, Peña.” 

You turn away before he can reply, collecting your notes on the investigation that you hope will come in helpful eventually. You don’t catch the remorseful look in his eyes, or the way they linger on you as you open the door, the early morning light illuminating your figure.

It’s another day filled with nothing but waiting and growing frustration, just like the one before. The sun is beating down on the car that you’re occupying, the heat suffocating even with the windows rolled down and the cool bottle of water that you’re pressing against your neck.

Minutes tick by, turning into hours that go by too quickly and seem to last forever at the same time. Peña is surprisingly quiet, not goading you in the way you had expected him to. 

“Maybe the information was bad,” you mumble eventually, sinking deeper into the car seat. The leather is sticking uncomfortably to your skin and you can’t shake the growing feeling that you’ve insisted on coming out here for nothing.

He slowly turns his head in your direction, regarding you through the dark tint of his aviators. 

“I looked at it. We wouldn’t be here if it was bad.” 

You huff, your patience running short and shorter at the subtle indication of his superiority, his quiet arrogance, always so fucking sure of himself.

“You weren’t exactly thrilled about coming here, remember?”

He raises a brow, a hint of impatience on his own features.

“I wasn’t thrilled about you coming here.” 

You roll your eyes, openly scowling at him now. 

“It’s my intel.”

“Doesn’t make it less dangerous, does it?” 

Biting your lip, you force your blood to not boil over. He’s still your boss, at the end of the day, someone you probably shouldn’t start cussing out, no matter how openly he underestimates you and how badly it annoys you. And you’re gonna have to share that wretched bed with him again tonight. 

Javier watches your face, watches you swallow down your anger, watches your teeth digging into your plush bottom lip. He understands your frustration, understands that no part of this trip is turning out the way you expected it to. 

You’re still new to the workfield, not yet experienced with the hours upon hours of waiting, more often than not without a satisfying result to show for it. If he’s being honest with himself, he isn’t mad about it this time. He’ll rather have you frustrated than in danger. 

You want to prove yourself, you’ve made that abundantly clear. You work hard, determined to bring in results, hungry for praise. It’s not that he doesn’t see that, doesn’t think that you’re capable. But he’s seen enough, enough injuries, enough psychological trauma, enough deaths, to know that he wants you far away from that side of your work. 

Even if that means you’re angry at him more often than not, a glint of bitterness in your eyes every time he refuses to send you out yet again. 

After another few hours, accompanied by the increasing rumbling in both your stomachs, he finally calls it quits for the day. 

“We can drive back to Bogotá tomorrow,” he quietly offers on the way back to the motel, after picking up food for the both of you and refusing to let you pay for your share. “Gather more information, see why we didn’t find anything.”

You huff in return, irritated about the whole situation. The one chance you had to convince him to take you seriously, and this is what you get. “Fine,” you agree, gritting your teeth. Maybe your intel was bad. Maybe you just aren’t that good at your job.

“Keep to your side of the bed tonight,” you grumble later, after the bored woman at the reception told you that there still aren't any other rooms available. 

“Of course,” he sighs, sliding under the covers with the biggest possible distance from you.

You nod, closing your eyes and willing for sleep to take you, but it’s a losing game. You toss and turn, feeling both too hot and too cold at the same time, unable to find a comfortable position and to get the voices in your head to shut up. 

When you roll over yet again, his voice rings through the dark, somewhat agitatedly asking what’s wrong. 

“Nothing,” comes your frustrated reply, pressing your face deeper into the cushion, your eyes squeezed shut. After a few more breaths and zero sign of your brain slowing down, you turn towards him, only able to make out his silhouette in the dark. Your judgment is probably hazy with how tired you are, but the words are out of your mouth before you can think them over.

“Can I ask you a question, Agent Peña?” 

“Javier is fine.” 

Your heart gives a tiny flutter, despite your conflicted feelings about him, despite the question that you’re about to ask. 

“Why do you not like me?” 

It’s inappropriate, especially right now, lying in the dark and sharing a fucking bed with him. But you think that if you don’t ask now, you probably never will, and you need to know. 

“Why would you think that I don’t like you?” 

You huff, squinting at him. “It’s pretty obvious. You don’t trust my work, you never send me to go out, dismiss my intel most of the time–” 

It’s silent for a long time, safe for his quiet breaths. 

“That’s not��” He sighs deeply, turning his head towards you as well. “That’s not true. You’re making it about yourself when you shouldn’t. I treat you exactly like your colleagues, you’re the one taking it personal.” 

It’s curt, dismissive. Laced with carefully feigned indifference, bordering on coldness. Too carefully. You didn’t think he’d lie to you if you asked him this directly, but here you are. 

Blinking back angry tears, you roll onto your back again, unseeingly staring at the ceiling. You don’t understand why it hits you like this. You’ve had shitty bosses before, far worse than Peña. You’ve just never wanted them to like you the way you want him to. 

“Good night, Agent Peña.” You turn onto your other side, your back towards him. 

“Good night,” comes his solemn reply. 

You don’t wake up with his arms around you again, thankfully, but he hasn’t exactly kept to his side of the bed either. One hand is curled over your shoulder, like he had to reach out and hold onto you in his sleep. 

You’re the one taking it personal. 

Clearly he hasn’t been reaching for you specifically. It’s probably just second nature for him, something that usually goes well with the women sharing his bed. 

You’re able to shake his hold off without waking him up, something that you’re grateful for. 

When he wakes and repeats how he thinks you should abandon the investigation, you don’t argue. It’s a quiet affair, packing up and getting ready to leave. 

Sitting in the driver’s seat, he turns to you, his brow furrowed into that moody expression you’ve gotten used to. “I’ve been thinking,” he begins, eyeing you warily. “We’re not far from the ocean right now. Have you been to the beach since you came to Colombia?” 

You raise an eyebrow in mild suspicion, curious where he’s going with this. 

“I haven’t been out of Bogotá since I landed there. But–” 

His eyes grow softer, his hand twitching like he almost reached out towards you. 

“No buts. At least then it won’t have been a total waste of time to come here, right?” 

The dig towards you, towards the reason you drove all the way out here for nothing isn’t lost on you. You don’t have it in you to argue against it, so you just nod, staring straight ahead. 

Javier realizes how badly you misunderstood his words as soon as they’re out of his mouth and he sees your face. He doesn’t know how he consistently manages to fuck up his interactions with you like this. It’s not him, the blundering, the words constantly coming out all wrong, but you make him nervous in a way that he hasn’t experienced in years. 

He starts driving, hopeful to somehow still be able to turn this trip around. There’s a whole day on the road ahead of them, and he’d much rather spend those hours without feeling like he’s made you hate him. 

You do soften at the sight of the ocean, the sound of waves rolling against the shore having a soothing effect almost instantly. It’s beautiful, the water a brilliant blue, the sun glittering on the surface. You can’t be mad right now, not even at Javier, who’s keeping his distance, letting you wander along the shore by yourself. 

You focus on taking in the scenery, hoping to somehow take it with you to when you’re back in your bleak, government issued apartment, staring at the vastness of gray buildings that is of Bogotá. 

When you turn back to him, his eyes are already on you, less tense, more open than you’re used to. You don’t know how long they’ve been lingering on you, how little attention he had been paying to the nature surrounding you. How good it had felt, to see you like this, without the usual distaste in your face that you have come to regard him with most of the time. The silhouette of you against the bright sky, your skin glowing under the beaming sun. 

“Thank you,” you say, actually smiling at him. A spark of warmth grows in his chest. “This was a good idea, I– I enjoyed it.” 

“I’m glad.” He eagerly returns the smile, allows himself to reach out and graze one finger against the soft skin of your hand. Finding himself unable to stop touching you, now that he’s had a taste of it.

Confusion crosses your face before you quickly avert your eyes, but you don’t pull away. It gives him a sliver of hope, that maybe you’re starting to understand what he doesn’t know how to tell you. 

After a mostly quiet drive back, both of you too exhausted to talk much, Javier drops you off at your apartment, his hand once again hovering over yours before you get out. 

“Good night,” he breathes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. After a moment of hesitation, he continues on. “You– you’re doing good work. Don’t beat yourself up over this, okay?” 

You manage a nod, murmuring thank you, Javier before opening the car door and stepping out onto your street, illuminated by the glow of yellow lights. You only realize that you used his first name by the time that your apartment door falls shut behind you. It doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. 

Breathing in the familiar scent of your own place, a deep relief washes over you, reveling in the knowledge that you’re gonna sleep in your own bed tonight, alone. You turn on your shower, eager to let the warm water soothe your muscles, stiff from spending the entire day in a car. 

When you exit the bathroom, wrapped into a towel and with a cloud of steam accompanying you, your answering machine is blinking. You press the button to let the message play, moving through your apartment to put on your comfiest sleepwear and ready to fall straight into bed. 

You stop in your tracks when Javier’s voice rings through the room, tripping over the words in a way that’s difficult to associate with the calm, self-assured man that you know. 

“Hey, it’s Javier. You– you’re probably showering, or already asleep. I just– I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings these past days, or– or any day, really. I wanted you to know that. You’re good at what you do, you really are, but– I worry about you, I guess. And I know that I shouldn’t, that I shouldn’t treat you differently. It’s– it’s not because I don’t like you. I like you too much, if anything, and– and now I know what it’s like to sleep next to you, and– anyway, I’m– shit, I’m making a fool of myself. Just– just call me back. Please.”

Your hand finds your phone as soon as the recording ends.

thank you for reading! as always, reblogs, comments and asks are love and absolutely make my day <3

[kireilien]

secret relationship as a staff member w/ maki!

pair. idol!maki x fem!reader; wc. 3,846

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, brain rot words, w some stupid ass memes + texts; race neutral reader, mentions of the other members, “forbidden” love, secret relationship, kissing, groping, dry humping, cum swallowing, sexting, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, sneaking out, tit play, oral (f receiving), protected sex, creampie, aftercare, a bit of “angst” at the end, use of “beautiful”

note. this is lwk a really late happy one month to my account, so cheers to 300 of you! this has been sitting on my brain and i need it OUT GETEOUTGOETOYT this is like 70% written, 30% texts if u say anything abt the small inconsistencies im hunting u down watch ur back

ok so like backstory before we get into the smut you fiends

you’re a pretty young staff member for the teamies but you’re really only a standby staff member ex you carry their stuff, get them water, stuff like that. but that doesn’t mean maki hasn’t had his eyes on you since the beginning……..

all the little things you said, interested maki so much. did you text this way to the other members? did you care about them like this? did you give them nicknames? it ate at his brain he was literally trying to reason what makes you so different. other staff didn’t act like this. was it because you were his age? no. there was another staff member that was born in 2000 and didn’t act this way to him. you scratched his brain just right, he waited day and night for more texts from you. all the texts were professional, but the way you spoke…

you were so… loveable?

you on the other hand was plotting lwk… you freak! yeah sure, maki is around your age, he’s super fucking fine, he’s so funny, he’s like lwk perfect… would anyone blame you if you tried to bag him? can’t hurt if you placed a you shaped worm in his head… right?

OH YOU LOCKED IN AYYYYYYY

maki felt some type of way… was it love? like damn shawty remembered how i liked burritos so they got me them???? shawty’s first thought was me???????

you felt proud. you wanted maki to know you fw him like that. but like nonchalant rightttt you attract. you don’t chase. you js chill like that! but this could cost you ur job– oup WHO SAID THATTTTTTTT!

you left a mark on maki’s heart. let’s see if he could leave one on yours….????

AYYYY HE WANT YOU SO BADDDD AYYYYY

maki was feeling so good. he just bagged a baddie lfg boys! but the question stands. how is he gonna make you like HIS??

after maki #AIRBALLED his confession basically the members made fun of him.

the teamies rn are stressed asf that maki is gonna airball again but who knows? will he bag you? (spoilers, he will)

it’s after practice and maki nearly runs to the bathrooms to see you there, standing by the doors. maki is nearly pissing his fucking pants but he smiles when you make eye contact with him. he motions his hands so the two of you are behind a wall where no one could see you two. maki breathes, “y/n. you doing those little things. calling me nicknames, taking care of me, talking to me like a normal person rather than an idol– and i think you’re really fucking beautiful too with a godsend personality– anyways i loved it all. i might be batshit crazy but–! i like... really like you a lot so… do you wanna try being sneaky about this?” 

you hum at him, “yeah. let’s be sneaky.” 

maki peers over the wall, making sure no one is nearby before cupping your face and quickly pecks you. “was that okay?” he laughs. “of course it is,” you whisper as you sling your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he slides his hands down to your sides. you envelop each other’s lips in just a few quick american kisses before maki pulls away, “i gotta go, text me?” he smiles as he lets go, quickly pecks you, and reaches his hand out when he leaves. “yeah, i will.”

maki can’t help it.

he excitedly pulls out his phone to immediately start texting the teamies.

although maki was concerned that his members believed in him, this new relationship of his was gonna be hard to cover up already. he missed the presence of your lips. they were soft, plush, he could still taste your lip balm that was on his lips. 

it didn’t take long before maki decided to go from a secret relationship, to a risky relationship.

when you see maki, it was all over. he slips you away to a dressing room that wasn’t in use. it was almost too quick by how maki’s hands smoothed down your waist to grope at your ass. “maki—!” you whisper through the rough kisses, “you’re gonna— ruin my— clothes—!” maki sighs, “yeah— and?” maki runs his tongue along your lips, successfully slipping in his tongue to messily intertwine with yours. before you knew it, maki’s bulge was resting on your stomach, growing harder. 

“maki— why are you hard?” you say breathless and let go of the kiss. maki furrows his brows, hands still on your ass, “doesn’t take an astrophysicist to know why.” you roll your eyes, “you go up in 30, we can’t have you hard.” maki takes a step to peer outside the door, “it’s okay, not that many people are around. just... grind on me.” he murmurs, taking your ass to hitch your clothed pussy up on this bulge. 

although you were wearing some denim shorts, you could still feel how big maki was against you. you’re quietly moaning at the friction, you could feel how your panties were pooling with pleasure. “fuck— maki— you’re gonna make our underwear dirty.” you hiss, attempting to focus on your words. maki grunts, “are you gonna keep me— clean? like the staff member— you are?” 

you could tell what maki was insinuating, he wanted head in some regard, but in reality maki was too caught up in the friction of pleasure, he was about to cum anyways. when you unbuckle maki’s jeans, you could see a small wet spot forming on his boxers, which was obviously from his precum. once you let his fat cock out free, the moment you wrapped your lips around maki’s tip, he busts right then in there in your mouth. 

caught by surprise, you still allowed him to empty out his cock in your mouth, swallowing every bit. once he came, you come back up to him, “busting a little fast— aren’t we?” you giggle. “fuck, sorry, y/n— couldn’t handle it. i’ll treat you better later, trust me.” he comes back for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. you smile in the kiss as you buckle him back up after hearing a staff member yell, “all &team members, please get ready for rehearsal!” 

“go up there, dog boy.” you say, letting go of the kiss once more. “yeah, yeah.” he mumbles as he gives you a few more kisses before opening the door and flashing you a small smile before he leaves. 

that man will be the death of you.

but it gets even worse when you two are separated. for your position, you don’t get to travel with the teamies. you simply work with them in japan, rather than flying to korea with them. maki gets especially worked up when he can’t meet up with his darling staff member which happens to be in a secret relationship with him. 

so what does he do? he obviously sexts you to eventual phone sex with you in a spare dressing room like always!

you see the call screen ringing, you prop yourself up your headboard before picking up, laying the phone flat against your ear. “hi, maki,” you sweetly chirp. maki groans from the other end, “hi, y/n,” he grits at first. “fuck. i’m so hard for you.” you airily sigh in response, “you’re making me wet from thinking about last time– i didn’t even cum.” you hear some squelchy noises from the other end, presumably maki fucking his fist full. you reciprocate, your fingers find their way in your underwear, starting to tease your clit. “sorry ‘bout that– i’ll fuck you good when i’m back in japan, i promise,” maki grunts out in response.

giggling at his promise, you murmur, “yeah? would you fuck me good? how’d you fuck me?” maki chuckles, “i’d fuck you so good. shit— i can imagine it. i’ve been needing that pussy since i felt it— gonna fuck that pretty face into the mattress or maybe even have your tits bounce f’ me.” maki speeds up his hand, twisting his cock as his eyes roll back. while your hand is jittery, rubbing faster circles as faint whines leave your lips. “god, maki—! need that fat cock again— need it fucking me good—!” your whines are turning into moans as your fingers keep at your cunt. maki’s hands feel like he’s suffocating his cock by hearing you speak.

“yeah? needing this cock actually fuck you good? don’t worry— i’ll fuck you good, so good.” maki grunts once more before gritting, “you gonna cum?” you nod repeatedly even if he couldn’t see you, “yeah, gonna— cum!” you release your orgasm, your juices leaking out your pussy, while maki cums all over his fingers. 

maki throws his head back onto the wall, breathless, and his cock still jerking his entire release. your head is back into the headboard as your legs shake from your orgasm. maki croaks, “i swear i’ll fuck you so good when i’m back, beautiful.” you meekly respond, “i’ll be waiting.”

thank god for you, you didn’t wait long! 

maki came back to japan a little later than usual. the sun has already gone down, the bustling city’s lights turned on, while average civilians are making their way back home. while you were getting ready to go to bed, you heard soft knocking on your apartment door. you look through the peephole, only to find maki standing there. you nearly swing the door open while whisper yelling, “it’s so fucking late?! why are you here?!’ maki grins after seeing you, “i had to sneak out and see you. been needing to fuck you so bad.” he lets himself in by immediately pressing his lips onto yours. he discards his outer layer of clothes, messily leaving them near your door. 

you didn’t mind though. your hands are making their way underneath his hoodie, begging to be taken off. while his are on your hips, surprisingly guiding you back to your bed, even if it was his first time here. the kiss breaks by maki peeling off your oversized t-shirt. he comes down to one of your nipples to suck harshly at the bud, while his opposing hand works at the other, toying with it. your soft moans escape you as you look down at maki. 

his sweats are low on his hips

his back is sculpted with muscle. 

his black hair is tousled from being on the plane.

this was such a new sight you couldn’t ever think you’d see.  

“you’re moaning so much, beautiful. you missed me that much?” maki teases as he switches his focus onto your other nipple. “y–yeah, miss you so– fucking much–!” you gasp at the feeling of maki sinking his teeth into a nipple while he rolls his finger into another. the icky feeling of your panties sticking to you was so apparent. your fingers are coiled into maki’s hair. his bulge is getting bigger by the second. 

maki transitions his focus on your boobs to down your sternum. both hands are now teasing the waistband of your sweats as he kisses down to your stomach. maki looks up for a bit, seeing your hot face. your lips are parted and bitten, your eyes low in a haze, just nearly fucked out. he smirks as he pulls down your sweats and panties in one motion. he groans at the sight of your pussy. oh he’s been waiting– begging to have this pussy in his hands. he completely discards you clothes to your floor, leaving you completely bare. 

he doesn’t hesitate before diving between your thighs. his hands are propping up your thighs, pads of his fingers pressing into them. your knees are bent over his shoulders as he licks flat tongued stripes along your pussy, gathering your wetness on his tongue, as he gazes up at you. he’s carefully analyzing what you flinch at. what you gasp at. and best of all, what you moan at. he’s teasing your clit, then mouthing your labia, then finally inserting his tongue in you. 

he’s savoring you. 

and he’s doing it so well. 

it’s almost shocking to believe this is your first time fucking this man and he’s eating you like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world. “you taste– amazing,” maki chuckles through his work on your pussy. “gotta get used to this, beautiful– whenever i need a boost of energy– gonna need you to be my support,” maki breathes as he drinks up your cunt. you’re coming close to your orgasm, moaning and whimpering through maki’s tongue on you. you still manage to croak out, “what do you– mean by– that?” maki laughs, “wanna take you to a spare room– slip your panties to the side– and drink this pussy dry. it’ll be my– energy drink for the day. having you unable to stand– before i go up on stage.” 

your brain starts going to overdrive hearing maki’s filthy words. fuck. you could imagine it so clearly. in a dark room, you’re struggling to keep your moans in as maki eat you out– your pussy juices being his driving force for the day. maybe maki has you on a table, maybe he’s lifting you up on the wall, maybe he has you sprawled on the floor, or maybe you’re standing and unable to maintain your composure. 

you don’t know. 

all you know is that maki is gonna be the one treating this pussy right– behind closed doors of course. you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, knowing your orgasm is coming soon. your thighs clamp around maki’s head, maki hums against your pussy, knowing your orgasm is also soon. in a few more movements, maki feels you releasing your orgasm on him. the wetness is staining his lips and chin– but he doesn’t care. he’s gonna drink you up anyways.

he lifts himself from your cunt to come and kiss you again, this time you can taste your cum on his lips. maki fiddles with his sweats, releasing his cock from his boxers as well. you pull back from the kiss, finally seeing the cock that you’ve been wanting so bad. you can tell maki was about to ask something, but you cut him off, “on the pill– just fuck me, maki,” you huff out, desperate for him to fuck you. maki laughs, “whatever you say, beautiful. just don’t back out.” 

maki lines himself up to your cunt and easily slips in from his spit and your previous orgasm. your breath hitches from the fullness of his cock, making you bring an arm around maki’s neck. maki secures a hand on your waist, slowly easing himself in and out. your face is contorting to relaxed eyes and a slack jaw, something maki loves seeing. once you both get used to his pace, maki starts speeding up his hips. his cock is fully fucking itself into you, pulling out, and repeating. 

his grip on your waist starts to become harsh.

your grip on his neck starts to falter. 

what a perfect dynamic. 

it doesn’t take long for maki to start fucking you so good like he promises. you start to feel your limbs go weak, while maki feels him grounding his hips further into you. the both of your moans are effortlessly falling from the both of your lips, without a care. “god– if i wasn’t an idol– i would fuck this pussy to the brim with my cum–!” maki groans out. your pussy is sucking him so right, it's impossible for him to not bust instantly just like last time. you whine out, “then fuck me– like you aren’t–! fuck me like you aren’t an idol– fill me up, maki–!” 

you didn’t need to tell maki twice. 

he grips your hips with both of his hands and fucks himself deeper. deeper than he ever has. he’s gonna fuck his pussy full, like he owns it. to you– he does. 

maki’s precum is smearing against your gummy walls.

it’s staining them.

in his cum.

he keeps at his pace, fucking your pussy and your brain to mush. he can feel himself cumming soon and so do you. maki locks eyes with you, sighing how pretty you look. hair messy, eyes glossy, drool running down the side of your lip, mouth shakily chanting, “maki… maki… maki!” your tits are bouncing to ever thrust he gives you, your pussy taking him so good, not wanting him to leave or let go. 

ironic, isn’t it?

you could say the same for maki. the small sweat patch on his covered forehead, eyes filled with lust for you, lips carelessly leaving praises of how his beautiful was taking his cock so good, veins bulging at the forearms. his hands– large hands, enveloping your waist as he drills himself further and further. cum is leaking from his tip and is pounded against your cervix over and over. making you his, he wouldn’t ever let cum leak this easily in anyone else. 

very interesting. 

once the both of you feel your orgasms coming, you let it all go. you release a guttural moan, clenching around him. maki grunts out each time his cock jerks in you. it takes a few seconds before maki slips himself out. he kisses your forehead before leaving to your bathroom to pick up a towel. he dabs his sweat as well as yours before cleaning the cum on the both of you. maki drops the towel on your bedside table before slipping both you and him underneath your covers. 

“you okay, beautiful?” he extends his arms to have your face in the crook of his neck. you inhale, “yeah… you?” maki leaves a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “don’t worry about me, i filled you with my cum just now.” you laugh a bit, “which is the best outcome.” 

dazed, the both of you fade off to sleep in each other’s arms.

you love your secret relationship with maki but, when you turn to your side and maki’s warmth is all gone after he snuck back out, you wonder if this relationship is even worth it when you can’t even have the simplest things like waking up next to him be consistent.

goes to show that there’s a reason why idols and staff shouldn’t date.

© KIREILIEN 2025 | please like, repost, and/or comment! ♡︎

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Amazing prompt by 🥖anon here! 6.6k words

tw: smut

themes: dating/ angst/ fluff/ smut

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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 💗💗💗💗

———

“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. 

——

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

———

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

——

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

————

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

———

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. 

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

[trulyhailey]

ayyyy!!!!!! lets keep these on tumblr tho 🙏🏼😔

i’m going to the game later so i’ll try to get more pics for yall

[not-a-heretic]

ayyyy let’s go gay catholics revering their lover in substitution for the god that abandoned them !

[kizusof]

AYYYY TIME TO REQ 500 MORE THEN!!!

with a reader who normally schools their facial expressions, but every once in a while they let it slip, and its the funniest thing ever. someone says something stupid and reader is looking with absolute sheer dumbfoundedness >:OOOOO

ily have a good day ✨✨

Didn’t mean to say that.

— anaxagoras x reader

You were one of his students, his favorite student actually. You were quiet yet always made the boldest questions in class, you always helped your classmates during free time, you always topped and went all out in projects. You were determined and intelligent, but most importantly, you had the heart to never complain.

So he never thought he’d see that look in your face when another student asked a question so..

“are you stupid?” perhaps you said it louder than expected, but one thing for sure was that, Professor Anaxagoras heard it.

He looked at you in amusement as you nervously looked away, finding a distraction, you then face your classmate that asked the question, answering it with respect as if you didn’t just stare at him dumbfounded with his question. Your voice says it so gently and kindly, he can’t believe it. He chuckles, looking at you one last time before going back to his topic.

a/n : i like writing him cute like this

[paucubarsisimp]

can you write something about teaching pedri how to dance salsa because you love it but he's just a boy without rhythm

salsa

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you try teaching pedri how to do the salsa

warnings: bad dancing

a/n: i don’t really feel like writing or editing today so im only going to be publishing 3/5 of the fics for today, i hope you all understand <33

it all started because you made the mistake of saying six fateful words:

“i bet you can’t salsa.”

pedri looked up from the couch, a mouthful of chips and suspicion in his eyes. “why would you say something so hurtful?”

you shrugged, spinning dramatically in your socks. “it’s not an insult, cariño. just an observation. some people are dancers… and some people are furniture.”

“furniture?!”

“specifically a coat rack. with nice hair.”

he sat up, dramatically offended. “i am not a coat rack.”

“prove it, then,” you said, grabbing the speaker and putting on the spiciest salsa track you had. “vamos. let’s see if the boy with the golden feet can move them to a beat.”

pedri stood, narrowed his eyes, and immediately did the world’s stiffest hip wiggle. it looked like a robot trying to escape its own body.

“what was that?” you asked, blinking.

“salsa,” he said proudly.

“that was trauma.”

but you took his hands anyway, guiding him through the basic steps. left, together. back, together. “easy,” you said. “like walking, but dramatic.”

he stepped on your foot.

“ayyyy! i said dramatic, not violent!”

“sorry! my feet are nervous!”

“how do feet get nervous?!”

“they sense judgment in the air.”

he concentrated so hard you could see steam coming out of his ears. tongue between his teeth. brows furrowed. absolute full game face. for dancing.

you were about to compliment his focus when he suddenly spun in the wrong direction and almost launched himself into the lamp.

“i am going to call your coach,” you said, catching him mid-spin. “he needs to know you’re a hazard off the field.”

“don’t tell flick,” he whispered, clutching your waist for balance. “he’ll make me do drills.”

you tried to teach him a twirl. he panicked mid-spin and flung both arms around your neck like he was clinging to life itself. you both collapsed onto the couch in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“this is going great,” you said from underneath him.

“this is the opposite of great,” he groaned. “i’m a disgrace to spain.”

“don’t worry,” you said, patting his head. “you’re cute. it balances out.”

he buried his face in your neck. “i’m never dancing again.”

“you are,” you whispered. “at our wedding. and i will personally choreograph your salsa of shame.”

“…can we slow dance instead?”

“only if you promise not to fall over.”

he poked your side. “no promises.”

and even though he danced like a baby deer on ice, he swore salsa had never felt more fun.

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[rangerbarbz]

Professor Pines pt. 2

Author’s note: YALL RAHHHH I MADE THE HIGHEST GRADE IN THE CLASS ON ONE OF MY ZOOLOGY FINALS LETS GOOOOOO anyways things are slowing down for me other than i am moving into my own place!! Im so excited <3 I hope yall enjoy this!! (I just want to apologize for me nerding out over birds in this chapter) 

Summary: This is just a random day in the first week that Ford and the reader are spending in east Tennessee. They are going bird watching ayyyy 

May 21st 

You leaned over your field notebook, trying to recreate the beautiful foliage you had seen on a hike with Ford the day before. Before trying to find any mysterious creatures that lurked in the Appalachian, Ford had suggested that you both get acquainted with the area you would be studying in. This way you would be able to fully understand the habitat this cryptid called home and any adaptations it developed to flourish there. You didn’t mind it whatsoever. Wildlife had always been something you were interested in, and Ford made it so damn fun. It was a shame you never had him before as a professor. He would be one hell of a lecturer. Despite having the reputation of being an introvert, he came to life when he got to speak about his passion: science. 

You certainly weren’t as gifted in the art department as Ford was, but you were determined to finish this drawing of a flower if it was the last thing you did. You bit the end of your indigo coloring pencil as you examined your illustration. 

“Needs more purple,” you mumbled, grabbing your violet pencil and drawing streaks over the petals. You hummed contentedly. “There we go.”

“Very nice, Y/N,” Ford complimented. You didn’t know he was bent down looking over your shoulder, observing your artistic process. 

“Jesus!” you yelped, knee hitting the underside of your desk. Your colored pencils began to roll onto the floor beside you. “You scared me,” you said through laughing. 

“I seem to be good at doing that,” Ford replied jokingly. He kneeled beside you, his face now eye level with your lap. Out of your view, his eyes flickered at your plush thighs as he stood back up. He placed your pencils beside your notebook and placed a hand on the back of your swivel chair. 

He pointed to your drawing. “Is that the Bachelor’s Button we saw yesterday?” 

You smiled. “Yes, it is! How did I do?” You turned to him as he read the notes and labels that were littered around the page. 

“Looks just like it,” he answered, grinning at you. 

“Why, thank you, Ford.” You closed your notebook and turned towards him, still seated. He was now leaning against the oak drawers of the desk, his hands flat on the surface behind him. “What do you have planned today?” 

“I’m glad you asked!” He removed his journal tucked into a pocket inside his jacket and flipped through the pages. He landed on a page that had nothing on it besides the word “Birds” written in his loopy scrawl. “I thought we’d go bird watching today! I’m a little rusty on class Aves, so I thought we’d go together and see what we find.”

Yes! I would love to! Let me just-” You leaned over to the bottom drawer where Ford was standing. The drawer was shielded by his broad legs. 

“Oh, excuse me!” Ford apologized. He stepped out of the way. You pulled out a pair of binoculars and a guide for bird identifying. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” You stood up quickly from your chair. “Lead the way, Pines,” you said faux authoritatively.

He laughed. “Yes ma’am.” 

You found yourself walking down a trail where the grass had been patted down by others who had walked on it before. Trees grew on either side of you and bushes were scattered throughout the forest. It was quite peaceful. You and Ford had settled on a comfortable silence as you looked to the branches for birds. You were both trying to walk softly to avoid any twigs or leaves crunching. This came surprisingly easy to Ford despite being the tall, broad man that he is. You eventually stopped at a spot behind a shrub that had been covered in vines to gaze across an open area. 

“This should be good enough,” Ford said, placing his bag on the ground. He brought his binoculars to his eyes just as you did. “Keep an eye out for anything…unusual. You never know what you’ll find.” 

You chuckled. “Got that right.” You then turned to your left to search for any bright patches of colors that could be songbirds. After about a minute of not seeing anything, Ford brought your attention his way. 

“Look! Do you know what that is, Y/N?” he asked quietly, pointing upwards. You quickly pivoted on your feet and moved closer to him, scanning the trees with your binoculars. 

“I don’t quite see it,” you murmured, still looking for the bird in the wrong direction. 

“Here.” Ford then shifted behind you gently touching your elbows and lifting your arms into the line of sight of the bird. Your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. His fingertips were rough compared to the soft flesh of your arms. He leaned next to your ear and pointed once again, facing the sky. 

“Do you see it?” he whispered. You felt your face grow warm at the current proximity. His voice was so low and gravelly in your ear. You suddenly saw the bird he had been talking about. It was black, white, and had a bright red splotch across its chest. 

“Oh, I see it!” you exclaimed. “That’s a, uh,” you snapped your fingers, “a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak.” 

Ford smiled warmly at you. “That it is.” 

You spent an extra hour and a half taking in the scenery around you, continuing to find even more birds. It was a truly beautiful day for it. The sun was even shining just right on Ford to accentuate the silver in his hair. That’s when you remembered something. 

You then pulled a disposable camera out of your back pocket. “Ford, look at me,” you instructed, positioning the camera in front of your eye. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“Taking a picture of you. Don’t think you can escape entering my scrapbook. Now smile.” He laughed in response to that, giving you a perfectly authentic grin. 

“That reminds me of my great niece. She loves scrapbooking. You’ll have to meet her one day.” He began to pick up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “You would get along swimmingly.” 

You giggled. “I would love that,” you responded, also picking up your own bag and putting your binoculars in it. 

You began to walk back down the trail together, recapping all of what you saw today when you spotted a raspberry bush. “Hell yes,” you said, striding over to the bush. “You want a snack, Ford?” You started to pick the berries off the plant. 

“I’m alright, but thank you,” he responded, waiting for you to get done harvesting. You walked back over to him and began to bite a berry in half. Unfortunately, this was an especially juicy one. It busted and left a red streak dribbling down your chin. 

“Dammit,” you grumbled, about to wipe your mouth with your sleeve. 

Ford frowned at you. “No, don’t ruin your shirt like that. Here let me.” His hand gently cradled the back of your head as he took the bottom of his shirt and brought it to your chin. Your eyes widened at the action and the fact you could now see Ford’s midsection. He had a muscular belly with just a little bit of pudge and a graying happy trail. Oh my God. 

His cotton covered thumb swiped below your lip, removing the juice that was there. He wasn’t looking in your eyes but instead focusing on the task at hand. His hand left the back of your head as he dropped his shirt.

“There we go,” he grinned, eyes crinkling at you. “Now, I’m the dirty one.” You knew your face had to be as red as the berry you just ate, but he didn’t mention it. It was such an innocent act of kindness, but the way you were feeling was far from innocent.

[overthedeadsea]

Tune In

Pairing: Aaron pierre x fem!reader, platonic kelvin x fem!reader

Summary: Kelvin and reader are slow dancing, Aaron walks in and crashes out because it’s always Kelvin stealing his girl smh.

The music wasn’t even loud.

It was a stupid little jazz record Kelvin found at a flea market that had somehow become a comfort album between the two of you — low saxophones, warm piano, real slow and sleepy. You were setting the table. Kelvin was bringing in the water jug. You met in the middle.

And naturally—he offered you his hand.

You blinked at it. Then him. “Are we dancing?”

Kelvin nodded with a deadly serious face. “We are slow dancing like an old married couple on their porch in the middle of nowhere.”

You bit back a smile. “I’m not even wearing socks.”

“You’re not even wearing pants.”

“Touché.”

He gave your hand a tiny tug, and suddenly you were in his arms, both of you giggling as he gently swayed you side to side in the middle of the kitchen, the light from the window casting soft amber against your hair.

You hummed. “You’re not bad at this.”

He grinned. “I learned from YouTube. Just in case you ever needed me to step in. You know. Bestie things.”

Aaron entered the room.

And paused.

He stared at the sight in front of him: you, barefoot and flushed from laughter, slow dancing in Kelvin’s arms like it was your anniversary.

His brain completely short-circuited.

“I—” he raised a finger. “I was gone for TWO MINUTES.”

You turned your head, dazed and dreamy. “Aaroooooon,” you said like you were in a romance movie, extending your hand as Kelvin gave you one last twirl.

“Do you hate me,” Aaron asked the ceiling. “Did I do something in a past life? Is this… karma? Is this what karma feels like?”

Kelvin dipped you dramatically.

You shrieked in delight.

Aaron staggered back against the counter like he’d been shot.

“I’m literally RIGHT HERE,” he pleaded. “Right HERE. And you’re dancing in his arms like a damn movie scene. You’re blushing. You’re GIGGLING.”

You raised your head from the dip. “You wanna join?”

“DO I WANNA—” he repeated, choking. “No. I want to go back in time and never let y’all meet.”

Kelvin offered him a hand. “We can make it a throuple shuffle.”

Aaron walked out the room.

You called after him, “You’re still the love of my lifeeeee!”

Aaron, from the hallway: “I CAN’T EVEN HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY TRUST SHATTERING.”

A/n: AYYYY WHO MISSED ME

I feel like Aaron would be such a good dramatic Jamaican uncle… hands on his head “OHHH JESUSSS” and all

I knew I lost my mind when I was bonding with my maths teacher js cuz she’s Jamaican and my man Jamaican too 🙁🙁