#this ask has been waiting in my inbox for a while

[p1eceandharmon1]

how they react after hurting you ┊ p1harmony (part 2)

fluff! (with a bit of angst!) ┊ gn!reader ┊ word count: 2197

ੈ♡˳ requested!

a/n: hii!! it took me longer than I expected to post part 2, but it's finally here!! andd I just realized that there are more than 200 people following my blog so I just wanted to take a moment to thank you guys so so so much, it means the world to me <3. I know it takes me a little while to post cause I always want to make sure that my works are as perfect as possible, so tysm for bearing with me. lastly, i have some more request in my inbox, so they will be coming soon!!

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➳ Intak ┊ 황인탁

It had been like that for a whole week already. Every single day, you only saw Intak late at night, when he came back home after his never-ending schedules of the day. Sometimes, he would sit on the couch, scrolling through his phone, or he would go directly to sleep, but in any of those cases would he say a word. You understood he had a lot of work, especially now that he was preparing for another promotion season and upcoming festivals, and it wasn’t surprising that his energy was completely drained. You decided it would be better to leave him some space, only wishing him a good night quietly when you went to bed.

It has never been this bad, though. Of course he has previously gone through periods of time when he was busier with work but it never made him build such a barrier between you two. It couldn’t be healthy for a person as energetic and affectionate as Intak to be this exhausted, and not to say distant — you were starting to miss your boyfriend so badly.

One day like any other, Intak came home when you were sitting in the living room, watching TV. He put his bag aside and came to sit next to you, letting out a tired sigh as soon as his body met the comfortable couch. He had his eyes closed as you took a look at his face and bit your lip, hesitating to initiate a conversation. “Did you have dinner?”, you asked carefully. He shook his head as a response. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”, you asked again. “No, I’m not hungry”.

You stayed silent for a bit, not daring to insist. Maybe it wasn’t the best moment to address the situation properly, even though you had been thinking about expressing your concern about him for days. You let go of this idea while looking at him, visibly tired. Instead, you decided to reach for his hand, hoping some physical contact would ease the atmosphere and bring him some comfort.

Just a second after your fingers touched his, he took his hand away and stood up abruptly, almost as if he had got a shock. “I’m going to bed”, he said, not making eye-contact. Your heart broke in pieces because of his rejection and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Wait!”, your voice was louder than you intended, but you didn’t care. “What the hell is wrong with you?”. He turned around, genuinely surprised by your reaction, only to find you on the verge of tears. “I get that you’re stressed but, is it really that difficult to talk to me? I’m tired of this silent treatment and I’m tired of feeling like a burden to you”.

The next thing you knew was that Intak was wrapping his arms around you, holding you against him like his life depended on it. “Please, don’t say that,” his voice was soft against your ear. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m so sorry”. His sincere apology and his familiar scent finally surrounding you after so long made your tears fall silently and land on his T-shirt. You closed your eyes and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he kept caressing your back.

“I didn’t want to worry you with my issues but I ended up pushing you away. I didn’t realize I was hurting your feelings,” he continued. “Please, forgive me”. You pulled away enough to look at his face. “I forgive you. But, next time, you need to open up to me instead of holding it all in. That’s what I’m here for, you idiot”. He let out a chuckle before kissing your forehead and pulling you back into a hug. “Yes ma’am. I will”.

➳ Soul ┊ 白翔太

You were on the bus, on your way back home after a long day of work, only wanting to be surrounded by the warmth of your apartment where Shota was supposed to be waiting for you. He had just returned from the group’s overseas tour, so you had agreed on having a little cosy at-home date. He wanted to prepare a little surprise for you since you two hadn’t been able to have a proper date for the couple of months he’d been away, so he had ordered some food from your favorite place and picked a movie to watch while cuddling.

You were only one bus stop away from yours when a notification popped on your phone screen. It was from P1Harmony’s official social media account, so you unlocked your phone, suddenly curious about what it was about. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you read the post, which was announcing the group’s new tour starting next month. You shook your head, refusing to believe that. You checked again, hoping that it was only a fan account, but that wasn’t the case. You scrolled a bit more only to see the fans’ reactions to the announcement, which confirmed that the tour was in fact going to take place.

You got off the bus, millions of thoughts running through your head. You first thought about how crazy it was for the company to send the boys again on tour when they had just returned from their previous one. It hurt so much to think that you had been waiting for so long to finally have your boyfriend back only for them to send him away this soon. But then, you thought about Shota. He must have known about this, and you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t said a word to you. You felt betrayed and disappointed that he chose not to let you know, as if it had nothing to do with you. Looking for a good reason for him not to share this important information, you totally forgot he was waiting for you at home.

You unlocked the front door with tears gathering in your eyes due to the sudden and overwhelming flow of feelings, and once you entered, you heard Shota’s voice behind you. “Hi, love. How was today?”. You heard his steps, indicating he was approaching you. You turned around and he was smiling sweetly at you, but that smile faded as soon as he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”.

You didn’t answer. You let your bag fall to the ground, not caring a bit about it, and took out your phone to show him the tour announcement you saw. “Would you mind explaining this?”. Shota went pale at the sight of the post. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I…”, he tried to apologize but you cut him off. “When were you gonna tell me that you’re going away again?”, you asked in a cold tone. “I was waiting for the right moment”, he said, his voice almost a whisper. “And when is that? When you’re already on the plane?” your voice cracked. “I just got you back, Shota”, you couldn’t keep on talking, or else the tears would fall.

He took a step closer to you, starting to realize the mistake he had made, but you stepped away from him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, and that’s when the first tear rolled down your cheek. “I was going to, really. I just… I wanted to spend some more time with you without worrying about the distance again. I didn’t expect the announcement to be released this soon…”, he explained.

Shota reached out his hand to wipe one of your tears away and, seeing that this time you didn’t reject him, he came closer to wrap his arms around you, holding you impossibly close to him. “I’m sorry I’m leaving. But this time is not going to be for so long”. You shook your head. “It wasn’t that what bothered me. I want you to tell me this type of things. I never want to find out about stuff like this through social media again, okay?”.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again”, he promised and kept on holding you, pressing a kiss to your hair to seal the promise.

➳ Jongseob ┊ 김종섭

You’ve been insisting to Jongseob about how bad his room needed a makeover since the boys moved dorms and they didn’t have to share rooms anymore. Now, he had full freedom to choose his own furniture and decorations, although he found it kind of overwhelming. However, with your help, he had spent a couple of days buying his new items online, and they had finally arrived.

You came over to Jongseob’s place on his day off, when he had planned to rearrange his room. “I told you, you didn’t have to come,” he said as you two were taking the boxes into his room. “It’s a lot of work and it’s your free day”. “I don’t mind, really. It’s gonna be fun. Plus, I wanted to see you today”, you smiled at him and he returned the gesture, not able to hide his blush.

You placed the heavy box down, the one containing the pieces of the desk you were supposed to build. Jongseob had already taken the old desk outside, so now you had plenty of space to start figuring out how to build the new one. It was actually very entertaining to follow all the steps, even though it was taking you longer than normal due to lots of shared laughs and maybe some kisses.

To be honest, you were finding it a bit hard to do some things because, just the day before, you had gone to get your nails done — you had opted for longer nails this time, so you were still getting used to them. Jongseob laughed loudly when he saw how much you were struggling to pick a screw up from the ground, and he still had a grin on his face when he grabbed it for you. “Your claws are bothering you?”, he teased and you scoffed loudly at him. “Don’t you dare call my nails ‘claws’ ever again. They’re not that long”, you tried reaching for the screw Jongseob was holding but he kept taking it away, holding it above his head so you couldn’t grab it. “Sure they’re not”, he kept on teasing while you two laughed at your attempts to catch the screw. You literally had to get on top of him to reach the little piece of metal, not that he complained.

You finished building the new desk and now it was time to move it from the middle of the room towards the wall. It was actually heavier than you thought so it took the two of you to do it, slightly lifting each edge so it didn’t scrap the floor. It was almost there when Jongseob moved to the front to give it one last strong push, not noticing that your hand was still between the desk and the wall.

You felt an awfully intense pain coming from one of your fingers, which caused a yelp to slip from your lips. You didn’t even look at your hand, you just hugged it to your chest and fell to your knees without even noticing it. You had to close your eyes because the room was starting to spin around you. “Oh my God, are you okay?”, you felt Jongseob kneeling down beside you. You could feel his distress without even seeing his face.

You took a deep breath as you opened your eyes to take a look at your hand. One of your nails was broken in half way below the tip of your finger, but one of the edges was still attached to the remaining acrylic material. The sensitive flesh below the nail was now fully exposed, making you see stars and, to add insult to injury, it was starting to bleed like crazy.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer the question, but you didn’t need to — Jongseob was already wrapping an arm securely around your waist to help you stand back up and lead you to the bathroom. Once you were there, he carefully grabbed your injured hand to take a closer look at it. “I’m so sorry. This is my fault”, he didn’t dare to look you in the eye. “Don’t say that, it was an accident”, you reassured him as you placed your other hand on top of his.

He didn’t say anything back, he just grabbed a soft tissue to wipe away some of the blood, paying attention to your face so he would know when to stop if it was hurting you in any way. “I think it would be better if you put a band-aid around the nail so it doesn’t move. I’ll go with you to the nail tech tomorrow”, he said as he carefully put the band-aid on your finger. Then, he grabbed both of your hands and finally met your eyes. “I still feel so guilty”. You smiled and wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him into a hug. “I told you it’s fine. These things happen so stop overthinking”, you felt his shoulders relax a bit. “But you’re the one paying for the fixing”, you joked, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

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[ilikecarsandlike4people]

hello hello are you taking prompts right now?? if yes can I get uhhh a lil dani and jorge eating ice cream together? setting up to you!!!!

"Two ice creams, please!"

[vultursvolans]

opening my blinds every morning feels like gaining +100000hp

[fatelcved]

staring at my hands and wondering if i haven't just been burned out for ages actually

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

Hello

I love your work 💖 💖💖, and my question is: how would our boys flirt with us?

DKJBDKAJ Uhm, did you mean to send this ask to the @clrdgaze blog? I do make alot of content about them but tis just my own headcannons and theories and such <3

Unless you meant the ask for my own VN account but even then I prefer for the questions to be asked to the despairs hand blog :]

[the-kipsabian]

i thinkkkkkk ive done everything??

just took out the trash about to have a lil snack and chill until sleep consumes me for like. six hours lol

[drawer-of-socks]

Hey I saw your 'InTerAcTiOn' post and so I decided, what the heck, let's do some interacting :D

Your art is very good (very very) and I wanted to tell you. Because you rekindled my hyperfixation on Sun/Moon fanart :D

Also,,, LOVE your url, It's wonderful, we both like socks, that's amazing, sock lovers unite!!!!!

Well, I'm off to crawl around in somebody's vents, so toodles!

Ahhhhh thank you soso much!!! Really appreciate it :D Honestly, who could say no to those two freaks haha Getting the feeling they live in all our heads rent free (Ur art is absolutley adorable btw <33)

YESSS SOCK LOVER UNITE HAHA

[obsesssedblerd]

“Oh, Nanaminnnn!” 

At the familiar, cheery voice, Kento looks up to see no one other than Satoru Gojo, leaning against the doorframe of his office with his usual grin. “Saw with my Six Eyes that you came to fill out those reports here instead of doing it from home. Been so long since you showed your face here and—” He cuts himself off with an excited gasp, then walks closer as his smile grows wider. “You brought my little mochi!”

In Kento’s left arm, his daughter—who had woken up from her nap about ten minutes ago—coos excitedly when Satoru enters her vision, reaching her hands towards him. “Well, hello there, sweetheart! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” He slides his hands under her plush arms, then picks her up, skillfully—and safely, Kento notes—holding her in his arms. Tiny hands brush against Satoru’s blindfold, and he lifts it so his niece can see his blue eyes. They immediately soften when the baby girl laughs when he gently tickles her tummy. 

It’s so cute that Kento can’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting. 

“Wait—Did I hear that right?! Nanamin’s here?!” 

“Itadori, wait for us!” 

“Kugisaki, you dropped your bag—Oh, come on, guys, slow down!” 

Rapid footsteps approach, then the three first years appear at the door, gasping in unison. 

“Oh, my gosh!” Yuuji, the pink-haired teenager shouts as he points at the baby in Satoru’s arms. “Nanamin, when did you have a baby?!” 

Nobara’s question comes a split-second after Yuuji’s is finished. “Is that why [Y/L/N]-sensei quit a while ago?!” 

Megumi walks to stand beside Satoru to analyze the little bundle in his teacher’s arms. “She’s… adorable.” He mumbles, gently smiling when she wraps her hand around his finger. “Very adorable. She has [Y/L/N]-sensei’s laugh.”

“Isn’t she just so precious?” Satoru asks, proudly showing her off to the first years. “So sweet and friendly, just like her Uncle Gojo.” 

“Hopefully she won’t be as reckless as you,” Kento says as he holds his hands out, and Satoru returns his daughter to him. “[Y/N] and I already believe that she’ll be the exact opposite of me.” 

Yuuji sits beside Kento to get a closer look at her. “She’s so cute. How old is she, Nanamin?” 

“Four months as of yesterday.” 

Nobara crosses her arms and pouts. “How come only he knew?” She asks, gesturing to Satoru. 

“Well, when I had to go away on a long mission, she was only a month old,” Kento explains. “He kept an eye on her and [Y/N] for me; made sure that they were both safe. I’m very grateful. We had plans to tell you about our daughter soon.” 

“Where is she now?” Megumi asks. 

“At home. I wanted her to have the morning and most of the afternoon to herself. I’ll be heading back shortly.” 

Satoru and the students share similar looks with each other, and Kento knows what they want to ask. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. “Hi, baby,” you greet when the line connects, “how’s our girl?” 

“Hi, love. She’s amazing, as always,” he says as he looks down, playfully poking the little one’s nose. “I’m with Gojo and our students. They want to know if it’s alright to come and see you.” 

“We’ll cook dinner if you’re too tired!” Nobara chimes in hopefully.

“Actually, better yet, I can just order something for everyone,” Satoru suggests. 

“And we’ll clean up,” Yuuji and Megumi say at the same time. 

You laugh, then answer Kento, “That’s more than alright. Bring them here.” 

“Thought you’d say that. See you in a bit.” 

“Yes!” Yuuji cheers. “Alright, I’m gonna ride with Nanamin so I can sit next to the baby!” 

Nobara glares at him. “Not if I get to the car first!!” 

When they sprint out the door, Megumi groans before rushing after them. “Didn’t I just tell you guys to slow down? We’re going to the same place!” 

Satoru laughs, then waits for Kento to finish up so they can walk out together. 

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there was an ask in my inbox requesting a cute drabble for dad! nanami ft. gojo (as a trusted friend of his) and the first years, but it disappeared. hope u like it, anon <3 

[stalkedandblocked]

camgirl!reader x sevika

tw. reader and sevika are live, regular au (?? i have no idea how to word it 😭) masturbation (reader), strap on, fingering, cunnilingus (giving and receiving), sevika puts you in a headlock, squirting, overstim, sucking the strap

while in college you get a little bored of your mundane life, and with some free time during the night and also in need of some more money you start an only fans account. after growing quite a following you decide to do a raffle to stream with one of your fans to make things more interesting.

a/n: this took so long holy moly. i hope y’all liked this because this is one of my first times writing a full fic <3 like and reblog if ur a real sevika truther :D

with your tripod and camera on your bed infront of you, you moan, “mmmf… im so close,” you arch your back off the bed as you press the vibrator harder onto your clit. you spread your legs wider, giving a show to the camera. “fuck- oh my god,” your hips start bucking and you throw your head back, you moan and cry as your orgasm hits you, the painful feeling of overstimulation comes quickly but you keep the vibrator on your pussy and your whole body trembles through your orgasm. panting like a dog, you finally turn off the vibrator and place it to the side.

you lift your shaky body and sit on your knees in front of the camera, putting your hands in your lap to squeeze your breast together. you start to announce the little idea you had. messages are spammed in the chat, asking for you to chose them, that they’ll even send money for you to choose them, and asking about what you mean by this. you only giggle and say, “it’s just a thought you pervs, i thought it might be fun to chose one of you randomly and see if you’d be interested in streaming with me.”

the chat dies down on the questions and you say a few more words to say goodbye, before ending the stream by blowing them a kiss.

after hopping in the shower and getting yourself clean, you change into some comfy pajamas before making a post on your page.

‘hi to all my fans! i’m so glad you guys were interested in my proposal, if your in the area dm me for a chance to stream with me ;), i can’t wait!’ after pressing send you turn your phone off and head to bed, hoping that hopefully this won’t be a mistake, and that whoever you chose isn’t entirely horrendous looking.

the next day you check your phone, a couple hundred dm’s are in your inbox. most being people from far away asking if they can fly out but you stick to your word, you find one from an account who sent their address. “let’s see what this person has to offer” you think to yourself. you text back and forth before ultimately asking for a photo of them holding some id next to them so you know they’re not lying about their identity.

a while passed before the account responds, there was no indication about who this person might be so your surprised to see a woman, another notifications sends and it’s a photo of her id attached. you look closer at it, her names sevika, she’s quite a bit older than you, but that didn’t bother you. you ponder for a bit, you’ve never had sex with a woman, but was not opposed to the idea. but yes, even thought the photo of herself is a bit awkward, even reminding you of a parents facebook photo which makes you laugh to yourself a bit, she is very attractive. and from what you can see she seems quite muscular.

“alright”, and you send her an address of a restaurant near both of your homes and tell her to meet you there tomorrow and 4pm.

the next day, you put on a simple going out outfit, nothing to make it obvious your meeting a stranger to fuck her, then head out the door. as you walk to the restaurant you feel butterflies, obviously you had only even been with men, but she was, well, very sexy you thought. the idea excited you but also made you nervous.

as you sat at a table and tell the waitress your waiting for somone, another walks into the restaurant. you miss her face but her hair is tied half up and it’s short, a few inches above her shoulder. she’s also is very tall. you gulp, from what you remember that looks like her. she scans the restaurant before you make eye contact. she walks over to you and sits across from you.

“you must be sevika,” you smile, feeling more nervous than you expected to be. when she responds her voice is deep and smooth, her words are almost seductive. compared to your messages and how she talks to you she seems much more ready and nonchalant about this whole situation in real life. everything about her attracts you, “so did you have any ideas of when you’d like to.. ahem” you try to keep your voice down so no one hears and gets any ideas, “..stream”.

sevika is lazily leaning back in her char, legs nudged open a bit. she leans over the table, resting her arms on it, “i’m ready whenever you are.” you have no idea if she meant to make you flustered, or tried to make it sound sexy but her words melt you brain almost. you stand quickly and grab her arm, “let’s do it today, let’s do it now!” you squeal out before your dragging her out of the restaurant.

sevika had driven so she directs you to her car, you drive to your house and you walk up the stair together after she grabs a bag out of the back of her car. your whole body is warm and fuzzy with excitement. “i usually wear some lingerie when i start, as you probably know. would you like some or do you want to start naked?” you ask, grabbing a matching to set to change into.

“naked.” she responds, she watches as you walk to the bathroom to change. you throw a robe out of the bathroom so she can cover herself before you start. you come out in your set, wearing a robe as well. she sits on your bed watching, “let me set up the camera and then we can begin. did you have anything in mind on what we want to do, what we want to follow?”

“i have ideas for later, but let’s not worry about that now.”

you begin the stream, sevika sits naked on your bed, and you take the robe off infront of the camera. sevika places a hand on your hip guiding you to her lap before you crawl over her. each touch feels like sparks, your already soaked and anticipating what’s gonna happen. you grab eachother and start kissing, her tongue runs over your lip and your lips crash against each other. you sit down on her lap and slowly move your hips over her muscular thighs, you moan into her mouth. “that’s a good girl,” she praises, before continuing to kiss you.

she grabs your hips roughly, helping them move back and forth, you arch and moan for her. your chat is going crazy, some even shocked that it’s another woman. she stops your grinding and lifts your hips up a bit before dragging her thick finger up and down your slit. both of you seem like you forgot that your streaming and just enjoy each others bodies. she rubs your clit in circles, making your toes curl. she takes you from on top of her and flips you to face the camera, spreading your legs, the exposing position making you even wetter. she slides your panties to the side so the camera can see your wet cunny, she starts rubbing circles on your clit makes you throw your head back.

she chuckles at you, “don’t make me hold you head up. already so sensitive, huh?” her mocking words make you moan once more, she begins teasing your hole before nudging her index and middle finger into you. her fingers are so thick and long, your already seeing stars, “fuck! yes! right there sevika, oh my god-” you scream out as she adds her ring finger inside. your juices leak all over her lap and hand. your head leans against her and you mewl into her ear, begging to cum. as you finally start to reach your orgasm she pulls out her fingers and slaps your pussy.

“fuck!” you cry out as your body reacts to your ruined orgasm, sevika chuckles. you breathe heavily as sevika manhandles your basically limp body, laying it on the bed, she starts pulling down your panties and the slick dripping between your legs is more visible than ever. you arch your back slightly off the bed and she unclips your bra, she stops what she’s doing and stares at them. you giggle and can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or because of her expression, like she’s almost captivated. your breasts fall from the bra and lay prettily on display, which sevika quickly takes advantage of and begins to suck at on of your nipples and knead the other. you let at small moans while kisses litter your tits.

she lifts her head up and smirks “are you ready?” she asks, with having no idea what she’s talking about, you eagerly nod. she begins moving her body over yours and places her bare pussy on your face, letting down all her weight, then spreading your legs and burrying her face in your own cunt. your almost shocked by this, she starts teasing the tip of her tongue on your clit, before diving it into your hole, tongue fucking you and hitting all the good spots in your pussy. you moan against her cunt and try to copy her actions. you suck her clit and lap your tongue up and down her pussy, you squeeze around her tongue in response to her moaning. it’s low and vibrates through your whole body. it’s not long before you cum because of the previous teasing she had done earlier. you squeeze your legs around her head and buck up, trying to keep up the pace with how your lapping her pussy, but inevitably struggle from how your body is shaking against her face.

sevika places one last sloppy kiss to your clit then raises herself, and grinds against your face until she orgasms, gripping onto your hair. the moans she lets out makes your pussy ache.

while coming down form your high you lay next to each other panting, forgetting about the stream itself. “you okay, baby?” sevika asks, places kisses on your neck. “mhm,” you mumble, relaxing into the bed as she kisses you. “well, i think it’s time for what i had planned for earlier”, she gets up and disappears off camera. across the room she pulls something out of her bag that she had grabbed earlier. she begins to attach something to her hips, and before you know it she’s standing over you with a strap on.

it’s so thick and long, you gulp. not even with any men had you had to take something for big. “i know your wet enough but, i don’t think this is” sevika lets out a sly smile. her height already towers over you, so even standing and you sitting in the bed has you face to face with it. “suck it.” she orders and obediently you do. you place your hands around it, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, and slowly thrust your mouth down onto it. she stares down at you and bites her lip. you bob your head up and down, slowly reaching down with each thrust, your throat adjusts around it and you gag against it and sevika laughs. she places one hand on your head to tug at your hair. once you finally reach down the base she holds your head down. the length makes your eyes tear up as you gag even more.

she pulls your hair back until your off of it and pushes you down to the bed. still grasping your hair she puts your face down into the pillows and keeps your ass up before crawling over you. she has your face infront of the camera and wraps her arm around you. her thick biceps flex as she grabs the strap to line it up at your cunt. she wastes no time pushing it in, when she bottoms out your eyes roll back and without even moving it feels almost heavenly. she starts thrusting slowly before they become almost rapid, her arm squeezes around your throat even more and you moan and gasp. “taking it like such a good little slut,” she purred. you let out a messy smile and your moans just couldn’t stop coming out. they way it felt against your g-spot and pounded into you made your toes curl.

“se-sevika!” you drooled, “i’m gonna cum, please! hah, keep going!” you screamed, sevika took no time and started pounding into you more, her free arm rubbing your clit, fast circles against the puffy aching bud. your body shook and your eyes rolled back into your head, sevika thought they might never go back. you cried out before you finally squirted all over yourself and the bed, the liquid covering your stomach, the sheets and sevikas hand. “holy shit” sevika gasped at the reaction to your orgasm. your whole body was stiff and shaking, your mouth tried to let out moans but nothing came out as your eyes rolled back as hard as they could. your body went limp onto the bed, sevika pulled out of you, a line of slick breaking as the contact broke. you whined at the sudden emptiness.

she grabs the camera and faces it towards you, she spreads your weak legs showing the amount of cum that had leaked from your hole and everything that had dripped onto the sheets and between your thighs. “took it like the good slut she is,” she grabbed a handful of your ass and let out a laugh before she abruptly ended the stream.

she threw the camera onto the bed carelessly, then asked, “so, want to meet again next week?”

[wordsmeetwbb]

Number One Pick

Word count: 5.6k (never again)

Content: smut (spanking, slight daddy!Paige, edging, idk what else)

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: The promised and long-awaited Draft Night Smut. Thank you all so much for 500 followers! Consider this my gift to you. I'm never writing over 5k words of only smut ever again. Enjoy and please flood my inbox with your thoughts.

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Azzi’s eyes have been on Paige all night, unable to look away from the skin of her chest exposed by her low-cut suit jacket, the rings on her long, veiny fingers, and the false lashes fluttering on her eyes. In the car on the way to the afterparty, wandering hands and mouths leave Paige’s shirt just a little wrinkled, Azzi’s lipstick a little smudged. They enter the building with dark eyes and fingers brushing.

Paige immediately gets pulled away by someone Azzi doesn’t recognize. Azzi’s left standing in the doorway by herself, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. The part is already in full swing, bodies packed onto the dance floor, a line of people at the bar, and music thumping loudly. Usually, just looking at the scene would overwhelm Azzi. Now though, Azzi lets her eyes track Paige’s movements through the crowd, dapping up random people, laughing at a joke someone throws carelessly. Azzi joins the party.

Azzi’s two drinks in when she collides with Paige again. The blonde looks like she’s definitely had more than two drinks. Her cheeks are flushed, a goofy smile plastered on her face.

“Heyyy mama! Look so pretty tonight baby, like, damn,” Paige chatters. Yeah, she’s definitely more than two drinks in. Azzi smiles, tilting her head in an imitation of sweetness.

“Thank you Paige,” she murmurs. Paige’s eyes slide down her body, then make their way back up, locking on Azzi’s lips for a second before she seems to remember she had something to say.

“You wan’ a drink?” Paige asks. Azzi nods, letting Paige lead her to the bar. The older girl’s hand lands on Azzi’s lower back, the light touch making Azzi shiver even though she’s sweating from the warmth of the room. Paige is too tipsy to notice. She just dips her head down to speak into Azzi’s ear.

“You look so fuckin’ fine tonight mama. Wanna tear this dress off you,” Paige murmurs. Her breath is hot against Azzi’s neck. It sends sparks down her spine. She presses herself into Paige’s side a little more firmly as they reach the bar, Paige getting the bartender’s attention and yelling their orders over the music. Azzi lets her arm drift around Paige’s waist while they wait.

It doesn’t take long until they have their drinks and are heading back out into the chaos of the room. The end up over to the side of the dance floor with a good portion of their teammates, who all seem to be either sufficiently intoxicated or absorbing the energy from the girls who are old enough to drink.

“P Boogers! Aaliyah is already telling everybody that she’s gonna crush you when y’all play in the league! You gotta stand up for yourself!” KK is yapping before anyone else has even really noticed they’re there. Azzi sips her drink, content to watch the exchange play out.

Azzi’s eyes are wandering before she even gives them permission, sliding over Paige’s white button-up until her gaze lands on her hands, partially hidden by her oversized sleeves.

She shifts from one foot to the other as her eyes trace over the veins in Paige’s hands. They’re more prominent now from the heat of the room, and a light sheen of sweat is shining on her skin. She’s only started to look at Paige’s fingers curled around her glass, gaze catching on every knuckle of her long fingers, when Paige’s hands move to lift the drink to her lips.

Azzi’s eyes follow the movement, sliding over Paige’s lips, pressed to the edge of the glass, and the smooth bob of her throat as she swallows. It sends a jolt of heat between her thighs.

Then Paige is being whisked away again, this time by someone who looks like they might be in charge here.

When Paige doesn’t return within a few minutes, Nika decides that they’re all going to go dance. Azzi downs the rest of her drink, now feeling decently buzzed, and follows her teammates to the dance floor.

It’s crowded, bodies bumping together, sweat dripping from foreheads, skin sticky from the heat in the room. Some early 2000s song is playing and Azzi feels the bass in her soul. Nika grabs her hands and pulls her further into the throng of people, spinning Azzi around with a dramatic flourish before they start actually dancing.

When Paige appears again, Nokia by Drake is playing and Azzi is significantly drunker than when she left. She’s not sure what half the drinks had been. Nika had just handed them to her and told her to drink, and she did.

Azzi has her head thrown back, hips swaying to the rhythm as she dances with the girls. Then she feels hands on her hips, gripping possessively. It shocks her for a second, her eyes snapping open as she whirls to face the person behind her. Paige smirks.

“Well don’t stop,” she drawls. Azzi grins and runs a finger under Paige’s chin just because she can. Just because she wants to feel her skin. Paige tips her head towards Azzi. “You gonna dance f’me mama?” Azzi doesn’t reply, just loops her arms loosely around Paige’s neck and resumes her earlier rhythm.

Paige is staring at her. She licks her lips and Azzi takes that as her sign to do some teasing. She turns herself in Paige’s hold so that her ass is pressed to Paige’s front. Then she starts grinding. She hears Paige groan into her ear and her grip tightens on Azzi’s hips. It hitches Azzi’s already short dress a little bit higher, showing off more of her thighs.

One of Paige’s hands slips down, dragging over Azzi’s inner thigh and then squeezing, fingertips digging in almost painfully. Her hand is close enough to the heat between Azzi’s thighs that Azzi doesn’t know if she should pull away or try to get her hands where she wants them. As soon as she’s moving though, still unsure of what she’s actually decided to do, Paige is tightening her grip on both her thigh and hip.

“Nuh-uh. Where are you going?” She asks, speaking directly into Azzi’s ear. Azzi’s head falls back against Paige’s shoulder and she grinds her ass into Paige’s hips again. This time when Paige groans, it’s right in Azzi’s ear. She feels the rush of wetness between her thighs, soaking her panties, and that’s all it takes for her to decide she’s had enough.

She spins out of Paige’s grasp, stumbling a wave of dizziness overcomes her. Paige reaches out to steady her, pulling her back into her side. Azzi lets her hang onto her side, keeping their bodies attached as she drags them off the dance floor and to the hallway she’s pretty sure the bathrooms are in.

It takes a few minutes of searching, but Azzi soon finds an empty bathroom, dragging Paige inside by the collar of her shirt.

As soon as the door is shut, Azzi is pushing Paige up against the door and kissing her. She tastes like a confusing mix of tequila, cherry, and vanilla. “What the hell were you drinking?” Azzi mumbles before she can think the words through. Paige laughs against her lips, kissing her again instead of answering.

When Azzi trails kisses down Paige’s neck, smearing lipstick across pale skin as she does, Paige slides her hand into Azzi’s hair and pulls. A whimper escapes her before she can stop it. Paige smirks.

“You like that?” Azzi removes her lips from Paige’s skin.

“You better not mess up my hair,” she threatens. “I haven’t had it straight in years, and I want it to last.” Paige doesn’t look even remotely sorry. In fact, it looks like she’s taking that as a personal challenge. Azzi recognizes the look and fixes her with a serious stare. It’s somewhat undermined by the way her lipstick is smeared over her chin.

“Did you drag me in here to do something, or are we just here to chat?” Paige quips, eyebrows raised in expectation. Annoyance fills Azzi, but that edge of arousal is still hovering on the edge of her awareness.

“Well I had plans, but you pulled my hair and didn’t apologize, so now you don’t get to know what they were,” Azzi deadpans. She steps away from Paige, moving to exit the restroom. Paige’s hands flutter, grabbing Azzi’s arms and pulling her back against her body.

“Az, wait, I’m sorry. Sorry mama,” Paige murmurs, fingers drawing lines over Azzi’s wrists. That distracts Azzi, her gaze darting down to watch Paige’s long fingers move in smooth swirls. She swallows. Paige watches.

“Something got you distracted mama?”

“Mmm. Nope,” Azzi mumbles. Paige hums a noncommittal response and then her hands are sliding down to the hem of Azzi’s sparkly back dress, shoving it up just enough that she can press her fingertips to the front of Azzi’s panties.

“Ooh, lace? Did you get all dressed up for me, baby?” Azzi bites her lip, trying to will her hips to stay still. Then Paige’s fingers slip lower until they meet the slick that’s been gathering between her thighs for hours. And nothing else. Paige’s eyes widen when she realizes the panties are just lace. They’re crotchless.

“Azzi,” she groans. Now it’s Azzi’s turn to smirk. Paige’s fingers swipe through her folds, gathering wetness on her fingertips. Then she brings them up to her mouth, licking them clean. Azzi’s eyes darken. She shoves Paige against the wall again and grabs her wrist, pulling her hand to her own mouth.

Azzi sucks Paige’s fingers into her mouth, tasting herself and Paige’s spit. Paige looks like she might fall over. Azzi feels like she probably looks similar. She drags the tip of her tongue over a knuckle, letting the weight of Paige’s fingers just sit in her mouth until Paige pulls them out.

“You’re so- that was- fuck you’re hot,” Paige finally gets out. Seeing Paige unravel from so little was making Azzi even wetter, which was becoming a little bit of a problem with the lack of fabric between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and dragged one of her nails over Paige’s jawline, leaning up to press a few sloppy kisses to the area.

“Fuck Az. Gotta lemme fuck you baby,” Paige pleaded. Azzi nodded, suddenly very aware of how the throbbing between her legs was beginning to border on painful.

Paige flipped their positions, shoving Azzi up against the wall and dropping messy kisses to her exposed collarbones. She sucked a little too hard on one spot and Azzi knew it would bruise. Part of her hoped it would be visible when they finally exited the restroom, for everyone at the party to see. So they would know who she belonged to.

Paige’s fingers between her thighs dragged Azzi out of her thoughts.

“Shit. So fuckin’ wet for me,” Paige groaned. Azzi nodded.

“Yeah, now hurry up and fuck me,” she demanded. Paige smirked.

“Bossy.”

“You like it.”

“You know I do.”

Then Paige stopped talking, finally sliding a finger into Azzi’s dripping cunt. They both let out rough breaths. Paige slid her finger out, then back in again slowly. Her eyes were trained on where her hand disappeared under Azzi’s short black dress, as if she could see through the fabric to where her finger was being swallowed up by Azzi’s cunt.

Azzi started to grind her hips down, the heel of Paige’s palm rubbing against her clit. She tossed her head back, skull bumping against the wall gently.

“I can take more than that,” Azzi said. Paige smirked.

“And why should I give you more?” She taunted. Azzi fixed her with a stare that sent a shiver down her spine.

“You can feel how wet I am, can’t you? You want me to go take all this somewhere else?” Azzi threatened. Paige’s hand slammed into her cunt on the next thrust, forcing a moan out of Azzi’s throat.

“You’re not gonna do that,” she said. It wasn’t a threat, wasn’t a question. It was just a statement. They both knew that as much as Azzi loved to tease Paige and be bratty to get what she wanted, they were all empty threats.

“You wanna find out?” Azzi was panting now. Paige hadn’t slowed her thrusts, still filling her with only one finger, but the force with which her hand was moving, her palm slapping Azzi’s clit with every push, had Azzi almost on the edge already.

“I don’t have to find out. Nobody else is gonna fuck you like I do,” Paige bragged. Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut, her body too overwhelmed with the sensations to keep them open anymore.

Paige trailed sloppy kisses over Azzi’s jaw and down her neck, biting at the spot right below her ear that always drove her crazy.

“You’re gonna leave marks,” Azzi breathed. She felt Paige grin against her sternum.

“That’s the whole point, baby. You’re mine. Wanna show you off.” Azzi let out a little whimper and her hips twitched. Paige picked her head up off of Azzi’s skin. “Oh, you want that?” She teased. “Want me to mark you, walk you around for everybody to see how much you liked it? Dirty girl.” Azzi clenches around Paige’s finger.

It only takes a few more moments of Paige’s finger pumping in and out of her soaked cunt before Azzi’s moaning and rocking her hips to meet every thrust.

“Close, so close, don’t stop,” gets mixed in with a chorus of little “ah, ah, ah”s, the sounds echoing off of the bathroom tile. Paige doesn’t listen.

She pulls her finger away, leaving Azzi empty and trembling. Her hips buck, searching out friction that isn’t there anymore.

“Paige,” she whines desperately. Paige smirks, tilting her head. She looks dangerous. Azzi has to close her eyes, trying to calm herself. They fly open again when she feels Paige’s finger prod at her lips, slipping between them and into her mouth. Azzi’s curse gets muffled around the digit pressing down on her tongue.

“Clean my finger off baby. Go ahead,” Paige prompts. Azzi feels like she might pass out, but she does as she’s told, temporarily giving up her bratty attitude.

She drags her finger up the underside of Paige’s finger, feeling all the little bumps and callouses from years and years of hard work with her hands. Then she starts to suck in earnest, hollowing her cheeks because she knows the image will drive Paige crazy.

She’s right. Paige’s eyes roll back from where they had been trained on her finger disappearing into her girlfriend’s mouth. She lets out a little sound that she can’t possibly have meant to let slip, but it just spurs Azzi on. She moves her mouth up and down on the digit, mimicking what she doesn’t when she sucks Paige’s strap.

It takes a few seconds for Paige to collect herself, but when she does, she yanks her finger out of the younger girl’s mouth.

“Dirty little slut,” she tosses at Azzi as she turns to open the door. Azzi feels the rush of warmth between her thighs before she really even registers the words. It’s all she can do to trail after Paige, suddenly very aware of how fucked-out she must look. She hasn’t had a chance to actually look at herself, but she’s sure there’s a few dark marks blooming on the skin of her neck too.

“Paige,” she tries. Paige doesn’t look back. Azzi quickens her steps, slotting herself into Paige’s side as the blonde makes her way back to the party and crosses the room to the bar. “Baby, are you serious? Let’s just go,” Azzi urges. Paige finally does turn to her then.

“You wanna leave already? Baby, I can’t leave yet. It’s my party, that would be rude.” And really, she does have a point. The party is still in full swing. It would definitely come off as odd for the star of the night to leave so early. Even in her desperate state, Azzi understands that Paige might not only be doing this to tease her. But still, part of Azzi knows that the blonde is definitely taking a little too much pleasure in working Azzi up, getting her so close to the edge, and then telling her she has to wait.

“Fine. I need another drink,” Azzi says, a pretty little pout on her lips. Paige has a hard time resisting her when she plays up the innocence, and based on the way her face flushes when she turns to face Azzi, it’s working just as well as ever. She recovers quickly though, asking the bartender for whatever she’s decided they’re drinking now.

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By the time they make it back to the hotel, Paige and Azzi are both drunk. The short drive from the party doesn’t do anything to sober them up either, just elevates the tension between the two women. In fact, they’ve barely stumbled into the elevator, Paige’s fingers slapping over the button for her floor, before Azzi is shoving her into the wall.

Crowding into her space, Azzi shoves her hands under Paige’s shirt. She’s met with a tank top instead of skin, and in her drunken haze it confuses her more than it should.

“What is this, Antarctica? So many goddamn layers,” she mutters, pushing at the tank top to get it out of the way. By the time she finally has access to bare skin, fingernails clawing over Paige’s toned abs, the elevator is dinging and the doors are opening. Neither of them have the sense to pull apart. Paige wraps an arm around Azzi’s waist, the other resting on the back of her neck, tangling in the hair at the base of her neck as they stumble their way down the hallway as fast as they can.

It takes way too long for Paige to get her door unlocked. Impatient as ever, Azzi takes a quick peek up and down the hallway, sees no one, and starts pressing needy kisses to the side of Paige’s neck.

“Fuck, just… give me a sec Az, damn. Can’t get the fuckin’... card to work,” Paige mumbles, but she tilts her head just a bit to give Azzi better access. She’s rewarded with a bite near her pulse point.

She finally gets the door open, both girls stumbling through the suite until they’re tumbling onto the bed, pulling at clothes. Azzi’s go first, her dress landing on the floor in an unceremonious heap. For a minute, all Paige can do is stand there and stare.

“Damn. Just… damn Az. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Her eyes roam up and down Azzi’s body, tracing the curves of her bare breasts, her waist, her hips that are still covered with the lacy purple panties that drove her so crazy earlier. “And here I thought you weren’t wearing my favorite color,” Paige jokes. It’s funnier than it should be, Azzi knows, but she can’t help but laugh.

“You want them on?” She asks. Paige immediately shakes her head.

“Fuck no. I want you naked, the hell kind of question is that?” Azzi giggles and starts to strip out of the underwear before Paige’s hands are gripping her wrists to stop her. “Lemme do it,” she demands.

She takes her time dragging the lace over Azzi’s hips, down her thighs, and guiding her to step out of the panties so she can throw them over by her dress on the floor. Paige whistles. “Fuck goin’ number one. This the real prize.” Azzi blushes and something in her chest flares, urging her to give Paige a little something back.

“Gonna leave me naked by myself?” She asks. Paige raises an eyebrow, looking her girlfriend up and down again.

“Yeah. That a problem?” Azzi pushes herself up to sit upright on the bed.

“I don’t know, is it?” She tilts her head, batting her long eyelashes in the way she knows gets Paige a little weak in the knees.

Sure enough, it takes barely a moment for Paige to be crawling over Azzi, pushing her down into the mattress. Azzi goes willingly, content to get what she wants.

“You still wet f’me? You were dripping earlier, do I gotta work you up again?” Azzi’s hips twitch, as if her body is trying to show Paige just how wet she still is. Paige shoves Azzi’s thighs apart, an exhale leaving her as she sees the mess smeared across the skin of her inner thighs.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbles. Azzi spreads her legs wider.

“Are you gonna do something about it?” Azzi taunts. Annoyance flares in Paige’s eyes.

“I haven’t touched you in hours and you’re still this wet, so I don’t think it’s smart for you to keep runnin’ your mouth.” Part of Azzi wants to comply, to shut up and just take whatever Paige gives her, but another, larger part craves the fight.

“I’ll stop runnin’ my mouth when you give me something else to do,” Azzi shoots back. Paige has had enough.

She climbs off the bed, stumbling a little as she yanks her clothes off, throwing them onto the floor to join the pile with Azzi’s clothes. Then she’s back on the bed, crawling up Azzi’s body until her knees are bracketing her chest. She’s mumbling something about “I’ll give you something to do with your mouth,” and it takes Azzi’s brain a minute to catch up, but then her hands are shooting out to grip Paige’s hips.

“You want it?” Paige asks. Azzi nods quickly, all of her previous bratty attitude melting out of her now that she has a goal in sight.

Paige takes that as her sign to scoot the rest of the way up until she’s hovering with her hips just above Azzi’s mouth. Azzi strains, reaching her tongue until she can swipe just the tip through Paige’s folds. It draws a quiet moan from Paige, encouraging Azzi to pull the blonde down forcefully, settling her weight on her face.

Azzi gets to work, licking up from Paige’s hole all the way to her clit, gathering her slick on her tongue and spreading it around her clit. Paige gasps above her, lean fingers gripping the headboard. Azzi doubles down, sliding just the tip of her tongue into Paige’s cunt. It’s not enough to stretch, not deep enough to feel like anything but a tease, but it makes Paige grind her hips down onto Azzi’s mouth, mumbling demands. Azzi doesn’t listen.

She thrusts her tongue in and out for a while until the muscle starts to get sore. Then she returns her attention to Paige’s clit, flicking her tongue over the puffy bundle of nerves just to hear the sounds it elicits. Paige buries a hand in Azzi’s hair again, tilting her head just slightly to get a better angle as she keeps rolling her hips.

“Right there, ah, yes, oh god Az.” Paige is rambling the way she always does when she gets close, spurring Azzi on. She flattens her tongue, shaking her head back and forth to drag it over Paige’s clit. Paige’s thighs tense up, hips twitching as she falls apart.

Azzi doesn’t stop until Paige is pushing herself away from her mouth, shaking slightly from the overstimulation. “So good, fuck, you’re always so good at that for me,” Paige murmurs as she steals a kiss, tasting herself on Azzi’s lips. Azzi shifts on the bed, her hips searching out friction without her permission. Paige feels the movement, that signature smirk sliding onto her face.

“Did that get you worked up, baby? Getting me off got you hot and bothered, huh?” Paige coos. Azzi feels a blush rise to her cheeks.

“Nah, I think I made you cum so good you’re imagining things,” Azzi counters. The excuse doesn’t make any sense. They both know it doesn’t, but the alcohol is still running through their veins, Paige is still riding the blissful high of her orgasm, and Azzi is dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets in a way that’s making it hard to care about things like sentences.

“On your stomach baby,” Paige orders, climbing off of Azzi so she can flip over. Azzi is skeptical, but the ache in her pussy orders her to obey. She lays flat on her stomach, but she jerks up when a harsh slap lands on her left ass cheek.

“Paige!” She yelps. Paige scans her face for a moment, searching for something. Whatever she sees seems to satisfy her, because then her hands are rubbing over the warm flesh she had just hit, both soothing and irritating the skin.

“Ass up. Arch for me. You know how to do this,” Paige instructs. Azzi sticks her ass up for a moment, wiggling teasingly, before she melts back into the bed. Paige clearly isn’t impressed because another harsh slap hits the other side of Azzi’s ass this time. A moan slips out against her will. Paige trails kisses down Azzi’s spine.

“Oh, you liked that, you little slut,” Paige accuses. Azzi can’t even defend herself. She just raises her hips again, silently begging for more. “Nuh-uh. This was supposed to be a punishment, but if you like it, you’re gonna have to be good to get more,” Paige explains. Azzi huffs out a little breath but quickly shifts her body into the position Paige had asked her for, ass up, back arched, weight resting on her elbows. She’s rewarded with a quick, hard slap to her ass, this time over an already red mark. She whimpers and a rush of wetness leaves her, dripping down her thighs.

“Look at you. Shit. So fuckin’ wet f’me.”

“Wellb you didn’t let me fucking cum earlier, so yeah I’m wet,” Azzi complains, a little bit of fight rising in her again. Another slap comes, harder this time. Azzi presses her face into the sheets to stifle her moan.

“Shut the fuck up,” Paige says. Azzi feels the last of the fight drain out of her. She shuts up.

“Gonna be a good girl for me now and do what I tell you to, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.

Then Paige is sliding two fingers into Azzi’s pussy, watching as they get swallowed up, enveloped by tight, wet heat. She breaths out slowly. Azzi pushes her hips back, trying to press Paige’s fingers deeper.

“Please,” she asks, voice high and desperate. Paige, for once tonight, gives her what she wants.

The thrusts start out rough and only get rougher, fingers slamming into Azzi’s cunt repeatedly, Paige’s other hand coming down to rub messy circles around her clit. The harsh drag of Paige’s fingers builds Azzi up faster than she wants to admit, reducing her to a whiny mess in a matter of minutes. In an attempt to not have the pleasure ripped away from her like in the restroom earlier, Azzi clamps her mouth shut and does not tell Paige how close she is.

Still, Paige knows. This time she doesn’t stop though. Just keeps thrusting her hand, mouthing at the ridges of Azzi’s spine messily, until Azzi rolls over the edge. She grinds her hips back and Paige fucks her through it, fingers still circling her clit until Azzi’s arms are trembling with the effort of holding her body up. Paige doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, oh, Paige, please daddy, too much, I can’t-” The words are spilling from Azzi’s mouth unbidden, edged with a whine as the sensations wracking her body teeter just into the territory of pain.

“You can take it. Give me another.” Azzi whines, high and drawn out, and resigns herself to the pleasure-pain and Paige picks up the pace again.

She slides another finger in next to the first two, and the stretch only adds to the overstimulation Azzi’s feeling. She’s shaking and her face is firmly pressed into the sheets now, her arms having collapsed sometime before the third finger.

the hand on Azzi’s clit leaves, and Azzi finally feels like she might be able to bear another orgasm. Then sparks explode all over her body as Paige’s fingers land back on her clit in a harsh slap. Azzi lets out a cry, a tear slipping down her face and immediately getting soaked up by the comforter.

Paige does it again and again, raining slaps down on Azzi’s clit, and then she’s on the edge again. It’s a particularly harsh slip to the bundle of nerves that does it this time, sending Azzi tumbling into her second orgasm of the night.

The older girl pulls her hands away quicker this time, and Azzi doesn’t even have the brain power to be thankful. She’s too busy trying to get her body to stop quivering.

Paige runs her hands over Azzi’s ass gently. The touch grounds her, even as it reminds her of the red handprints that are surely littering her skin. Paige is curled over Azzi’s back, her arms enveloping her in an embrace that’s immediately soothing. She’s saying something, whispering into Azzi’s ear, but it takes a minute for Azzi to comprehend the words.

“...if you can give me another. Do you want that? Wanna take my strap? You always take my cock so pretty, take me so good. Just wanna fuck you on my cock pretty girl. Can I do that?” Azzi’s hips give another valiant attempt at finding friction.

“Go get it,” Azzi whispers. Paige springs up from the bed, heading to her suitcase and pulling two things out. The strap, and a little black vibrator. They don’t use the vibrator often, mostly because Paige complains that it ruins her “generational strap skills,” but Azzi knows tonight is different. Tonight, Paige needs it just as bad as she does.

Paige gets the strap situated on her hips quickly, sliding the vibrator into its place right over her clit and turning it on.

The soft buzzing sound fills the air, accompanied by a soft gasp from Paige. Her steps back to Azzi on the bed are a little less sure, shakier than her steps away had been. Azzi does her best to shift back into the ass-up arch she had been in earlier, her muscles protesting only slightly. Paige’s hands settle on her waist, stroking her fingertips over her ass lightly.

Then she’s pressing in, her cock slitting Azzi open. They let out simultaneous moans; Azzi from the stretch, and Paige from the pressure of the vibrator on her clit. Her hips twitch a little bit, making her cock shift just that little bit deeper inside Azzi. She whimpers.

“Fucking move,” Azzi groans, desperate again. Her nerves are still frayed from cumming hard twice, but she’s clenching around Paige’s cock in a way that makes her think her body might actually fall apart if she doesn’t get this.

Paige complies, dragging her cock out all the way to the tip, then pushing back in. It’s not as rough as before, but it’s enough to make Azzi a mess again. Paige presses Azzi’s hips down, forcing her to deepen her arch. The angle allows Paige to press even deeper. She’s stretching Azzi so good she could cry.

Slow thrusts turn into quick, rough movements. Paige slams her cock into Azzi’s cunt, chasing her own high and the pretty moans and whimpers that keep falling from Azzi’s mouth.

“Doin’ so good for me, so good pretty girl. Let me hear those noises. Shit, you’re so tight around me, just suckin’ me up. Goddamn. That’s it, baby,” Paige says. Her voice is low, rough, clearly affected by the vibrator buzzing against her clit.

“Paige!” Azzi cries. Paige’s hand starts rubbing over her clit messily again. Overstimulation shoots through Azzi’s nerves, sending tremors through her body. “So close, so close, please daddy,” Azzi begs. The name tips Paige over the edge, hips thrusting erratically now as she drags Azzi closer and closer to cumming.

Paige’s moans get Azzi there, the tension in her stomach snapping for the third time that night. She cries out, tears slipping down her face as Paige fucks her through it, murmuring praise and sweet words into her ear as the overstimulation becomes too much.

She scrambles to push Paige out of her, blushing at the obscene squelching sound the action makes.

Paige helps ease Azzi down onto her back, the younger girl’s muscles protesting from being left in the same position for so long. Then Paige is tossing the strap onto the floor and flopping onto Azzi.

“God, I needed that,” she sighs dramatically. Azzi’s eyes flick open to stare at her girlfriend incredulously. Paige just shrugs. “What? I’m the number one pick, I’m allowed to celebrate.”

“That’s what the party was for, idiot,” Azzi replies. Her voice is hoarse, and it makes her flush in embarrassment. A grin spreads over Paige’s face.

“I love when you sound like that. It means I did a good job.” Azzi buries her face into Paige’s shoulder.

“First you go number one, now this? You’re gonna be insufferable for the rest of our lives,” she groans. Paige nods, satisfied with the situation.

“Sounds like the dream life if you ask me. Went number one in the draft, got drunk, fucked the love of my life so good she can’t talk, and now we get to cuddle. Literally what else could you want?” Azzi holds back from replying with “peace and quiet,” and instead lets Paige have her moment. She leaves the “I’m proud of you” unsaid too, but they both know that. Instead, Azzi lets the silence and the warmth of Paige’s body lull her into sleep.

[idv-tricksterisopu]

"Miss me?"

@theunconcernedembalmer

"I don't know if this is a good or bad thing..." @idv-tricksterisopu

[moody-alcoholic]

Hii I had this idea for a poly141 fic and I was hoping you would write it!

So reader is part of the 141 and they're all already in a relationship

So Laswell insists on Price getting a secretary and she's constantly flirting with the boys of 141 (you guys have the work and private life are separate rule, and not many people at work know about the relationship)

The boys are just ignoring her, but reader gets pissed about it (mostly because if the roles were reversed, the boys would be all possessive and jealous)

So reader sneakily stakes her claim on the boys

Like making out with Price in his office, right before you know that the secretary wants to drop some papers off and they get caught ect

bonus points if it gets nice and smutty after she claims them

Extra bonus points if the secretary calls a meeting with the boys to tell them that you're involved with all of them, assuming that the boys get mad and kick you off of the team

I’m rubbing my hands together and kicking my feet. This really got away from me though… I might have to do another with the rolls reversed. Insanely jealous 141 instead. 

CW: Smut, handjob, ruined orgasm, insanely jealous reader - like really they need to chill the fuck out, thoughts of cheating but no actual cheating by anyone.

I see you other asks in my inbox I will get to everyone eventualy. I need to stop making everything so long XD

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“So who’s the lady?” Johnny asks as he walks into John’s office, late as usual. You’d all seen her, she’d been here all morning spending most of her time in John’s office. Or walking around with stacks of paper and folders in her arms. 

You all took guesses about who she was and why she was here. All you managed to gather was that she was American, and pretty. Then John called you all into a meeting after lunch. 

“Well, as you know Kate is on holiday. So she sent someone to help while she’s away.” John explains. 

“To help with what?” Kyle asks. 

“All the paperwork you lot generate.” He says pointing at the pile on his desk.

“Isn’t that what LT’s for.” Johnny asks, patting Simon on the shoulder. 

“Simon has more important things to be doing than being stuck behind a desk.” John says. 

“Yes, but isn’t that what you pay him for?” You ask. It comes out hostile, you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because she’s pretty and she gets to spend all her time with John. Not even you get to do that. 

“He has enough to deal with between the training and keeping you lot out of trouble.” John says, sighing.

��When does Laswell come back?” Kyle asks.

“A few weeks.” John shrugs. A few weeks, you have to live with her for a few weeks, the pretty little American secretary who gets to spend as much time alone with John as she wants. You’re not jealous though, because it’s you they’re with, it’s you climbing into bed with them every night. 

There’s a knock on the door snapping you out of your head. You realise how tense you’ve become, you haven’t even been listening to the last few seconds of the conversation. John calls whoever it is to come in and you all turn to see her standing in the doorway, she’s smiling with a folder in her hands. 

Why did she have to be so pretty? 

“I have the reports you wanted.” She says holding it up. John straightens up in the chair and calls her over, smiling back at her. Johnny’s eyes follow her too, you see him looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her arse as she reaches over to give John the papers. 

“Where’re you from, lass?” Johnny asks. She seems shocked turning to look at him but her smile doesn’t falter. 

“California.” She says. Johnny's smile gets bigger as he gushes about the state to her. You find yourself digging your nails into your hands. 

“Right, you lot bugger off. Make yourselves useful somewhere.” John says as he stands up behind your desk. “Emily, you can stay.” 

It makes a shiver run through your body but you swallow it down following Simon and Kyle out the room. Johnny lags behind waiting for you as you linger by John’s door trying to listen to what they’re saying. 

“So, what do you think?” He asks as he throws his arm over your shoulder and you walk down the hall. “Cap gets a hot new secretary and we get LT busting our balls for the next few weeks.” 

“She’s not that hot.” You snap back, definitely way more hostile than it needs to be. He laughs, dropping his arm.

“You’re jealous.” he teases, you should ignore it, let it go. She’s not a threat, you know that, they’re happy and you’re all together. The only thing that could come between you all is you and your jealousy. That's okay though because you’re not jealous. 

“I’m not jealous.” You snap back. “Besides I saw the way you looked at her.” 

“Yeah, well.” He leans in closer to you. “Maybe she’ll help with more than just his paperwork.” That does it, you grip his arm dragging him down to the supply closet. Your hands are shaking as you swipe your card and push him in. He doesn’t stop you, giggling and running his hands up your top. He presses himself up against you and you turn in his arms wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Jealousy looks good on you.” He teases, with a cheeky grin on his face. It makes you mad but instead of replying you kiss him. It’s possessive, your hands coming to hold his face as you press your tongue in his mouth. He kisses you back just as needy, his tongue dragging in your mouth as he grinds against you. 

You prop up on your toes and pull your mouth off him. He still has a cheeky smile on his face, it makes you mad again. He’s enjoying this, enjoying winding you up. All you can think about is her though and her spending time with them, the sweet smiley blonde haired, blue eyed heartthrob from California.  

You press your lips on Johnny’s neck, you’re going to mark him up. All of them so she knows they’re taken. When you suck on the sensitive skin on Johnny’s neck he moans, his hands running over your bra. You let one of your hands fall down to the front of his pants. 

You can feel how hard he is. You flick the buckle on his belt and he gets the idea, moving one of his hands to help you drop his pants. 

“If this is what jealousy does to you. I like it.” he says, you pull your mouth off his neck looking at the red mark you left behind. You need to leave more so there’s no doubt in anyone's mind who he belongs to. 

You reach down pulling his cock out his boxers and running your hand down to the base. You keep your eyes on him though, watching his mouth tip open and his eyes squeeze closed. You run your thumb over the tip, already soaked in precome. 

You press your lips back on his neck and he tips his head back panting as you suck on his skin and pump his cock. 

“Fuck, love.” He breathes. You look up at him, his eyes are open now and he presses his forehead to yours. His breath is hot on your face, the only noise in the room are his breathy moans and the wet sound of his cock in your hand. 

“You belong to us right?” You ask, speeding up your hand. “John and Simon. Me and Kyle.” He nods but it’s not enough. 

“Need to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?” You ask, gritting your teeth and squeezing his cock harder making him moan louder. 

“You.” He says. You hum, pressing a kiss in his neck, your tongue drags over the marks you’ve left. You reward him with nice long strokes before asking again. Each time you do his response gets more and more desperate. 

“Fuck, close.” He says after a few more minutes. You feel him twitch in your hand. Usually you would get to your knees to catch the load, easier to clean up. You don’t feel like it though, he did stare at her arse and tease you about being jealous. You smile, you’re being evil working him to the edge, pressing down on the underside of his cock the way you know he likes it. 

When his breathing hitches and his cock jumps in your hand you pull away completely. He grits his teeth, his hands grip your breasts as you look down at his cock, twitching and leaking with precome. 

“Fuck you.” He says between pants. You smile at him and pull his hands out your shirt. 

“Really?” He asks shocked you’re leaving him. You press another quick kiss on his lips before heading for the door. 

“You looked at her arse.” You say shrugging, he’s still standing there, his pants fallen down to his knees, red faced and panting. 

“I don’t like jealous you.” He says gripping his cock and giving it a stroke. 

“I’m not jealous.” You say and leave the room.  

______

It’s been 2 weeks since Emily has been helping John and it feels like things have gotten worse. Turns out she’s a bigger flirt than Johnny, as soon as she got to know you all a little better she turned up the charm to unbelievable levels. 

Simon and John can pretty much ignore it but Johnny laps her up like a puppy in heat. Kyles no better, he doesn’t brush off her comments or sly advances. The worst is when she’s alone with John you end up sitting in the common room outside his office staring at his door until they’re done. 

“What's up your arse today?” Kyle asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear. You’re watching her take notes, that's what John asked her to do. You’re supposed to be listening to the brief. He wants to do some training in the urban compound but you haven’t been listening to what it's about. 

Johnny is sitting behind her, you catch him looking over at her notes every now and again. The room is dark, the only light is from the projector John is using. He could easily slip his hand down and rest it on her thigh. In fact that's exactly what Kyle did to you as soon as the lights were off.  

“Nothing.” You reply quickly looking back up at the presentation. Something about room clearance or blind spots you don’t care. 

“Missed you at breakfast.” He says squeezing your thigh.

“Wasn’t hungry.” You lie. She’d been joining you for meal times, you don’t always eat together most of the time you’re all spread around the base doing different things but you always have time in the morning for breakfast. She started joining so she could go over the schedule for the day with John, it made the already unappetizing canteen food even harder to digest. 

“Is it because of Em?” He asks, you scoff. You remember her telling everyone she liked to be called Em, Johnny was the first to start doing it, Kyle followed pretty quickly after. 

“I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m so bothered by her.” You say folding your arms. “I’ve been nothing but nice.”

“I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with Johnny getting the brunt of your jealousy.” Kyle says. 

“Well maybe if he kept his comments to himself he wouldn’t need reminding so often.” You hiss at Kyle. 

“Hey!” John calls, everyone turns to look over at you both. “Pay attention.” You both nod and he sighs getting back to the presentation. 

“You know maybe I wouldn’t mind a little reminder now and then.” Kyle says moving his hand further up your thigh. You can’t help but smile, you can hear the playfulness in his voice. 

“Maybe later. If you’re good.” You tease. He leans over turning his head to whisper in your ear. 

“I can be very good for you.” His voice is low, almost a hum, it sends shivers up your spine. He sits back in his chair and you smile, his hand squeezes your thigh again. You look over at Emily, she smiles as her eyes dig into you. 

_______

Later that night you end up outside John’s office. He’s been working late, later than normal. You’ve tried to convince yourself it's nothing, there was a bunch of new intel that just came in. Shepherd has been all over him, but something tickles in the back of our mind. 

What if she’s in there with him? What if that's why he’s been staying late? Come to think of it, you haven’t seen her leave the bracks, and if she’s going to be anywhere it’s John’s office. You grip the door handle and swing the door open. John looks up from his desk. 

“Forgot how to knock?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. She’s not here, you got yourself all worked up for nothing. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Sorry.” You say but you step into the room anyway, closing the door behind you. You walk around his desk and he leans back in his chair and turns so he’s facing you. 

“I missed you.” You say, he smiles and tips his head to the side. 

“I’ve been here.” He says and shifts his legs together and you take it as your opportunity to sit down on his knees. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your nose into his neck and breathing him in. His hand runs up and down your back and you feel him relax further into the chair.

“How’s things?” You ask, it’s an open question, you’re not sure what to say, you just want his company. You listen to him talk about the lead they were tracking. About what Shepherd’s been bothering him with. Kate is in the Maldives last he heard, at least she’s having a good time. 

When he’s finished you pull your head out his neck and look at him. He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him. You kiss him long and slow, you can taste cigar smoke on his tongue, that must have been where Simon and him went off to after the presentation. 

You don’t want to stop, letting yourself hum and moan in his mouth. His hands land around your hips and you grind against him. Before you can get any further though there’s a knock at the door. You break from the kiss looking over. 

He doesn’t say come in straight away, if it was the others he would have just invited them in. Maybe then they would throw you over the desk and fucked you, again. But you get it, it's Emily you let out a sigh before getting up off his legs. 

“Later?” He asks, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. 

“Maybe.” You smile. There’s another knock, you walk around the desk and open the door. Emily is standing there with a piece of paper in her hands, smiling at you. 

“Sorry, did I interrupt?” She asks. 

“Yes.” You say, at the same time John says no. She looks confused and you step to the side of the door letting her in the room. She nods walking past you and you slip out the room pulling the door closed a little too hard.

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The next morning after breakfast you’re all in the lounge when John comes out of his office followed by Simon and Emily. She looks upset about something, her eyes land on you and your frown. Simon stands with his arms crossed, John has his on his hips. He doesn’t look mad, maybe she’s leaving early and that's why she’s sad. 

God you hope she’s leaving early. 

“Emily has made a pretty damning acquisition about you all.” He says, you look at him even more confused then back to Emily who’s hanging her head like she’s about to cry. “She claims you’re having sex in the store room.” 

You almost want to laugh, but you don’t, looking back at John with a raised eyebrow. Now you can see the lack of seriousness on his face and you relax a little. You’ve all used that storeroom, you need a keycard to get in and it locks from the inside. It's great. 

“There’s been some-” He pauses like he doesn’t know what to say, pressing his lips together. “-discharge found in the trash.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek so you don’t laugh. Fucking Johnny, finishing himself off just for the rest of you to get into trouble, typical. 

“Well it wasn’t me.” You say crossing your arms. “I never let him finish.” You see the smallest smile creep on John’s lips before he sighs 

“Right tease she is too.” Johnny says, throwing a pillow at you. You catch it and Kyle laughs. 

“Well, make sure you all clean up next time. I don’t have the patience to go through the base’s rules with you. Again.” He says. “In fact, just stick to your rooms.” You look over at Emily, for some reason it seems like she’s not too happy with that. Or maybe she’s just confused, maybe she expected John to get mad. He was the one who started the whole store room thing in the first place, not that she knows that.  

“It’s not professional.” She says suddenly, it even takes John aback a little. 

“No, but of course I have no control over what happens in private between any of them. Not that it’s really any of your business.” John says.

“I understand but-”

“No buts. They’ll clean up their messes, keep it to their rooms.” He turns to her. “And I expect you to maintain a level of professionalism while you’re working with us. Your future with the CIA could very much depend on the report I send to Laswell.” 

You watch as she nods, balling her hands into fists. 

“Good. Now I'm putting this to bed, it’s water under the bridge. We should all be professional while we’re stationed here.” He says turning back to you all. You all nod with a chorus of ‘yes sirs’ Emily nods too before turning and heading back down the hall. Everyone waits in silence until you hear the door to the barracks close. 

“Bit harsh, sir.” Simon says.

“Yeah well, her insistent flirting was starting to do my head in. Maybe now she’ll back off.” John says, pinching the bridge of his nose. You smile looking back over at Johnny. 

“Does this mean you’ll finally let me get what I deserve?” Johnny asks, winking at you.

“You’re the one who got us caught in the first place.” You say throwing the pillow back at him. 

“Si, put me out of my misery.” Johnny says pleading at Simon who just shakes his head and turns back to John’s office. 

“Gaz?” Johnny asks, turning to him. 

“Seems like you’ve been doing a good enough job yourself.” He chuckles, reaching over for his mug. 

“When’s Kate back?” You ask John. 

“End of next week. Try and keep it in your pants till then. The last thing I need is her going over my head.” John says, turning back to his office. 

“Can’t promise anything!” Johnny calls back as he closes the door. 

“You’re a menace.” Kyle tuts.

“Yeah but you love me.” Johnny winks at you. You sigh, shaking your head, yeah you do. Maybe you never had anything to worry about in the first place. 

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Sory to anyone called Emily it genuanly just the first name that came in my head.

[harknessxo]

Prompt to a request (if it is okay) 🫶

Agatha and innocent fem reader+ corruption kink

Reader hasn't even had her first kiss and Agatha teaches her how to tongue kiss and so much more(fingering and magic strap)

Breeding kink as well plsss

Neighborly Desires

Paring: Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didn’t waste any time welcoming you into town. She thought you were so adorable and so innocent…she wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.

Warnings; dubcon, corruption kink, enchanted strap, fingering, mommy kink, cunnilingus (r receiving), breeding kink, dummification.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/n: This request has been sitting in my inbox since DECEMBER of 2023…I am extremely sorry but I hope this makes up for it. 😅

You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didn’t waste any time welcoming you into town. She watched you struggle to carry the boxes back and forth from your car to your living room and grinned. You were wearing a cute little pink dress and she couldn’t help herself.

“Hiya hon! Do you need some help with that?” You heard a friendly voice from behind you. You swiftly turned around to look at the woman, almost dropping the boxes.

“Careful, there, sweetheart. We don’t want you hurting yourself,” Agatha chuckled, taking a box from you.

“T-thank you,” you blushed, slightly embarrassed at your clumsiness. She helped you put the boxes inside your house before turning towards you.

“I’m Agatha, your neighbor to the right,” she smiled at you kindly, stretching her hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Y/n,” you shook her hand, longer than intended, “And thank you so much for helping me with those boxes. Would you like something to drink?” You offered not knowing what else to say, fidgeting with your hands.

“Y/n...” she tasted your name on her tongue, “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Tea would be wonderful.”

“Alright, just give me a second until I find my cups,” you chuckled nervously and disappeared into your kitchen. Agatha walked to your living room and sat down. She thought you were so adorable and so innocent…she wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She waited patiently for you to finish up, thinking of all the things she had planned for you.

“I’m so sorry! I completely forgot where I packed everything. I would forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my body,” you joked as you handed Agatha her tea.

“Thank you, hon,” she took a sip, “So, what brings you here?” She asked, curious on how a girl like you ended up in this shitty town.

“Well this was my mother’s home and she passed away a few weeks ago so decided to move in.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” she held your hand, gently running her thumb over your knuckles.

“No, it’s okay. We weren’t really close and I wanted a new start.”

“Well if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to knock on my door, alright sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah,” you blushed at the nickname and she grinned. You two talked for a little while longer before you bid her goodbye and continued unpacking your things. Agatha walked home with a smirk on her face. You were too cute for your own good and she knew she was going to have fun with you. The fact that you were alone in this town was a bonus.

Days passed, and her visits became more frequent, her presence becoming very comforting. Somehow many things started to break inside your home and Agatha always seemed to be there to help. She was slowly gaining your trust and finding how truly innocent you were. You hadn’t even had a boyfriend before, how adorable could you possibly get? Yet beneath her warmth and sweet reassurances, a cunning plan took shape. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.

Agatha now stood next to you in your kitchen. She had offered to help you cook dinner with the excuse she didn’t want you to eat all alone. She made sure to put her hands on your waist and press her front against your ass every time she walked past you. You, of course, didn’t think anything of this, too oblivious to think badly of Agatha’s touchy behavior. She couldn’t help but tease you a little more. She leaned in close to your ear and whispered.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“T-thank you…” you tried to hide your flushed face and she chuckled.

“Why don’t you go clean up while I make the table?” Agatha said as you were finishing up.

“Okay!” You obediently took your apron off and started walking to your bathroom to clean up.

“Good girl~,” she said under her breath but just loud enough for you to hear, making you flush once again.

You quickly went in, washed your hands, and fixed your hair. While you were in the bathroom, Agatha debated whether or not she should put a spell on you so she could take you right then and there but she wanted to take her time with you. By the time you walked out, Agatha had the table set up beautifully. There were candles and rose petals on the table. It was almost like a romantic dinner. How did she do this so quickly?

“Agatha, this looks beautiful.”

“Just like you,” she complimented you, booping your nose.

“Thank you, Aggie.” You recently started calling her that. Agatha didn’t seem to mind the newfound nickname, in fact, she loved it.

“Of course, darling.” She pulled out your chair and gestured for you to sit down. She was such a gentleman. You were completely oblivious to her true intentions.

You both sat down and ate dinner. Agatha asked you all kinds of questions, she wanted to know every little detail about you. What made you blush, what made you upset, what made you cry, what made you break. You answered all the questions, not thinking anything of it, and asked some yourself. You liked Agatha, more than you actually thought. God, you were so naive.

Eventually, you both finished eating dinner and she helped you clean the dishes. She always found a way to touch you even if it was just touching your hand when you passed her a plate or spoon to dry off. She saw the slight tint on your cheeks when she did.

"We should do this more often, don’t you think?” Agatha asked, her voice carrying a hint of something you couldn't quite place.

“I would love that!” You said happily. Agatha smiled, her eyes seemed to glint in the candlelight. After you were done doing the dishes Agatha started gathering her things to go home but you stopped her.

“Can you stay and watch a movie with me?” You asked, not wanting for her to leave yet.

“I think it’s a bit late, sweetheart,” she said, wanting to hear you beg for her to stay.

“Pretty please?” You grabbed her hands in your, caressing her knuckles with your thumbs, giving her your best puppy eyes. Agatha pretended to think about it, a sly smirk on her face. You were just so cute, how could she possibly say no to you?

“…fine, I’ll stay, but not too late. You need to go to bed soon, deal?”

“Deal!” you said, excitedly, pulling her towards your couch. She sat back while you picked the movie, settling for Tangled, it was your favorite comfort movie. After you started playing the movie, you sat next to Agatha, subconsciously snuggling to her side. She smiled as you snuggled against her. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.

“Is this your favorite movie, sweetheart?”

“Mhm!”

“Who’s your favorite character?” Agatha asked, combing through your hair.

“Mother Gothel,” you mumbled.

“Mother Gothel, huh?” she raised an eyebrow, “Why her? She’s the villain of the story.”

“I don’t know…” you frowned slightly, “I just like her character I guess…”

“Hmm. If I were Mother Gothel and I kidnapped you into my tower, what would you do?” she half joked.

“I would never leave.” You smiled at her. Agatha was very pleased with your answer and pulled you closer.

The movie went on and by the time it was over, you were fast asleep on Agatha’s shoulder. You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, Agatha wanted to take you right then and there but no, she had to hold herself back. She picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, gently placing you on your bed. She tucked you in before leaning into your ear.

“You will be mine.” Was all she said before leaving to go back home.

—

Over the passing weeks you had gotten attached to Agatha, almost obsessively. Maybe it was her caring nature or your mommy issues coming to bite you in the ass. You were sitting on your couch with Agatha once again. She had picked the movie this time, telling you it was a surprise. She started playing the movie and you soon found out it was titled Carol. You had never seen it before but curled into Agatha’s side, wanting to feel her warmth.

The movie was good and all until the motel scene. Watching as Carol and Therese started kissing and touching each other made your core feel warm. Agatha noticed the way you were trying to hide your flushed face and how your thighs clenched together and smirked. She had you exactly where she wanted you.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you cold?” she asked, pulling you closer, placing her hand on your thigh.

“I’m f-fine,” you stuttered out, unconvincing. She chuckled and gently started rubbing your thigh. Her touch was so warm and comforting, it made you want to melt against her. She moved even closer, cupping your face to make you look at her.

“You’re trembling, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“I-” you realized how close your faces were, noses almost touching, “Aggie-” she finally crashed her lips against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring how soft her lips were until you pulled away, looking away from her. She smirked at your reaction, enjoying how flustered you were. She gently turned your face to look at her again.

“Sweetheart? Did you not like it?”

“No! I loved it, it's just that…I don’t know how to…” you trailed off, embarrassed.

“Aw, such a dumb baby,” she cupped your face, “You’re so naive and innocent you don’t even know how to kiss. How cute.”

“Wha-” She pressed her finger against your lips, shutting you up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Just follow my lead. I promise you will love it,” you hesitantly nodded and she kissed you again, this time moving her lips against yours and you did the same. She poked her tongue between your lips and you opened your mouth to let her in. You did your best, following her lead and moving your lips and tongue like her. Agatha moved her hand to squeeze your thighs, sliding them closer to your soaked core making you squeal and pull away.

“Agatha I don’t think-”

“Shh,” she pulled you into her lap, your thighs on either side of her legs, “Let mommy do the thinking.” You frowned slightly at her comment but then she pressed her fingers against the wet patch on your panties, making you lose any train of thought you had.

“You’re so wet baby,” she started rubbing her fingers over your clothed clit, “Is that all for me?” she asked, her other hand gripping onto your hip.

“Hmph…” You unconsciously moved your hips against her hand.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” she commanded, pressing harder against your clit, the pressure sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“Yes…”

“That’s a good girl.” She growled, moving your panties aside to touch your bare core directly, her fingers sliding between your folds. You gasped at the new feeling. You had never felt like this before. You’ve never touched yourself let alone have sex.

“So innocent…” She said before shoving two fingers inside of you. You were so tight, so warm, so wet for her. She pumped her fingers in and out of you, rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” She praised you.

“Aggie-” you clung to her, wrapping your arms around her neck while she worked on fucking your with her fingers. Her other hand started to sneak under the thin dress you were wearing, finding that you weren’t wearing a bra at all.

“Not wearing a bra?” she pinched your nipple, “What a naughty girl…” You whimpered in response, making her chuckle. She pinched your nipple again, she started biting your neck leaving a trail of marks on your skin. She added a third finger, her thumb circling your clit faster than before and then suddenly stopped.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined desperately.

“Such a needy girl,” she picked you up like you weighed nothing and carried you upstairs like she had done before. She took you to your bedroom and sat you on your bed.

She took your dress off, throwing it elsewhere and started undressing as well. She took off her pants to reveal the enchanted strap she had been wearing. She smirked as she looked at your surprised expression.

“Like what you see, darling?” She pushed you back against the bed and climbed on top of you, your legs wrapped around her waist.

“W-wait-” You started to hesitate.

“Shh, it’s okay baby.” She gently caressed your cheek, looking into your eyes with a soft expression. Her strap was pressing against your core and she started rubbing it against you.

“It’s going to feel so good,” she pressed the tip of the strap into your entrance, “I’ll be gentle, okay?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head.

She slowly pushed the strap further inside your warm wall, watching as your mouth made an ‘o’ shape and your brows frowned in pleasure. She let out a low groan as the strap went further inside, your pussy greedily clenching around it. Her eyes roaming over your body, watching every little expression you made.

“That’s it, baby… you’re doing so good. You’re taking me so well,” she said most out of breath.

“M-mommy-” She almost lost the little control she had left when you finally called her mommy, feeling a rush of pleasure run through her body. God she was going to finally make you hers. Agatha’s grip on your hips tightened as she began to thrust into you, slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable and enjoying it.

“Oh, you like calling me that don’t you, darling?” She grunted.

“Mhm!” You nodded your head. She smirked and began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder into you. She leaned down and began kissing your neck, leaving more marks as she went. Her hands roamed over your body, squeezing and pinching every inch of your skin.

“Such a good girl, taking mommy’s strap so well…you’re mine.” Agatha finally said out loud. She continued to ramble on, as she thrusted into you. She grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, making you completely helpless beneath her.

“No one else gets to see you like this. You’re all mine. Fuck- I’m never letting you go.” Your brain had turned to mush and all you could do was chant a bunch of yeses as she snapped her hips at a brutal pace. Agatha loved how incoherent you were becoming. She loved how easily she could reduce you to a moaning mess. She began to talk to you in a soft voice, praising and mocking you at the same time.

“Look at you. Such a babbling mess. Mommy’s little dumb slut. Isn’t that right? All mine?”

“Yes! All yours!” Your voice trembled as you got closer to the edge, your orgasm building up.

“That’s right,” she moved one of her hands from your wrists to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, “You’re all mine, and you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”

You tried to reply but instead let out a loud sob, tears running down your rosy cheeks from the pleasure you felt. Agatha leaned down and kissed your tears away, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased your release.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Be a good little slut and cum for mommy.”

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart. Agatha moaned as she felt your walls clench around her, sloppily helping you ride out your orgasm as best as she could as she held onto your trembling legs.

“Fuck- I’m going to fill you up nice and full of my cum, baby, you’re going to be all mine.” She came, moaning loudly as she spilled her hot seed deep inside you. She gave you a few more thrust before pulling out, making you whine in protest at how empty you felt. Her hand on your wrists loosened and she looked down at you with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“There we go…Good girl. You did so well for me, baby. So perfect,” she started kissing down your body, “Now mommy’s gonna clean you up…” She finally let go of your wrist, putting your legs together and bending them against your chest, your pussy now completely exposed to her. She used her fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. She watched as her cum leaked out of you and almost moaned at the sight.

“God look at how messy you are…” she leaned down and ran her tongue over your entrance, licking up her own cum. She lapped at your sensitive core, moaning at the taste of the two of you combined, “You taste so good, baby.”

You squirmed against her mouth, your pussy already too sensitive. Agatha chuckled and wrapped her arms around your thighs, holding you in place as she continued to eat you out. She was going to make sure you were completely clean.

“Stay still, honey. Mommy’s not done with you yet.”

“But it h-hurts-” She looked up at you with a mocking expression.

“I know it hurts, baby. That’s why you’re going to be a good girl and take it, isn���t that right?”

She nipped at your inner thigh before diving back down between your legs. You reluctantly nodded, letting her lap over your puffy folds and sucking on your clit. She moaned against your clit, enjoying the taste of your juices. She swirled her tongue around it before sucking on it again, pulling it into her mouth and teasing it with her teeth.

“Mmmm…there we go,” she kissed your clit before letting go of your legs, “All done.” She pulled you into a kiss, shoving her tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whined against her lips, finding it hard to keep up. She just chuckled and pulled away.

“Come on, baby. Let’s give you a bath.” She started picking and you absolutely melted into her. She set you on the bathroom counter while she filled the bath. You simply watched her as she put bubbles in the bath and made sure the water was at a good temperature.

Once the bath was ready, she gently picked you up and lowered you into the warm water. She sat behind you, letting you lean against her chest. She began washing your body with a soft washcloth, making sure to be extra gentle with you. When she got close to your core, you stiffened slightly, still sensitive from your orgasm and her tongue. She chuckled softly, noticing your reaction.

“Aww, is my baby still sensitive?” She pressed her fingers against your clit. You tried to swat her hand away and clench your thighs together but she took your wrist and held them against your chest while using her own legs to keep yours open.

“Just give mommy one more orgasm and we’ll be all done, okay?” She said, already playing with your clit, rubbing it in small circles.

“It hurts mommy…” you mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

“I know it hurts, baby. But you can do it,” she continued to tease your clit, rubbing it faster and harder, “Don’t you want to make mommy proud?”

“Y-yes-” she smiled and rewarded you by letting go of your wrist and wrapping her free hand around your throat, gently squeezing it.

“That’s my good girl. Keep being good for mommy and I’ll make you feel so good, okay?” The pain finally turned into pleasure and your body pathetically melted to Agatha’s once again. Her grip on your throat tightened slightly making you light headed.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this, darling. All weak and pathetic. You’re mine to use however I want, aren’t you?” She slipped two fingers inside you, making you mewl like a dog in heat.

“I’m close!” You moaned as she nibbled on your earlobe before whispering in your ear.

“Good. Come for me, baby. Come for mommy one more time and I’ll let you rest.” Your hands clung to the hand that was still tightly wrapped around your neck for dear life as you came again. Agatha grinned, loving the way you clung to her like she was the only thing keeping you alive. How pathetic and adorable.

She kept her hand around your neck, slowly applying pressure as you came. Once you came down from your high, she loosened her grip and rubbed your neck softly, admiring the redness she left behind.

“That’s my girl. I’m so proud of you,” she soothed you, combing through your wet hair until the water in the bath became cold. She got out first, getting a towel for you before helping you out.

She gently wrapped you the towel, setting you down on the counter once again to brush the knots out of your hair. Once she was done, she wrapped the towel around you tighter and lifted you, cradling you in her arms like a small child.

“It’s time to go to sleep, my sweet girl. You must be so tired huh?” she sat you down in the bed while she went to get you some pj. She made sure to be quick noticing how droopy your eyes looked. She came back a moment later with some soft, silk pajamas for you. She gently dressed you in them before tucking you into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

“Comfortable, Angel?”

“Aren’t you going to stay, Aggie?” Agatha smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Of course, I am, darling. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“You promise?” She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I promise, sweetheart. You’re mine, I’m not going anywhere. Now get some sleep.”

[holyblonded]

other mother | stargirl

pairings: olga rios x teen!reader, alexia putellas x teen!reader, jenni hermoso x teen!reader

summary: jenni is in town and your closeness with her has olga feeling insecure as her position as your mother

notes: my inbox was flooded with people asking for this so here yall go 😀

“It’s Jenni Day!” you cheered as you practically skipped down the stairs, nearly tripping over your own feet in excitement. The smell of your favorite omelet filled the air, and when you entered the kitchen, you saw Olga at the stove, expertly flipping an egg while Alexia sat at the breakfast bar, sipping her tea.

“Jenni Day, Jenni Day, Jenni Day!” You chanted, throwing in a dramatic spin before moonwalking across the kitchen floor.

Alexia chuckled, shaking her head at your antics. “I take it you’re excited?”

“Yes! Do you know why?” You grinned, pointing at her like a game show host about to reveal the grand prize. “Because it’s Jenni Day!”

You launched into another celebratory dance, arms flailing, feet shuffling, completely lost in your own little world. Alexia laughed into her tea, and even Olga cracked a smile as she plated your omelet.

“You have way too much energy this early,” Olga mused, setting your plate in front of you.

“Of course I do! Jenni is coming, and it’s been forever since I last saw her!” You threw yourself into the stool next to Alexia, bouncing in place. “We’re still going to the airport to pick her up, right?”

Alexia nodded. “That’s the plan.”

Before you could respond, a knock at the door interrupted the conversation. You frowned, confused, whoever was here was intruding on your special celebration.

Alexia stood to answer it, but the moment the door swung open, a familiar voice rang out.

“¡Mi pequeño diabla!” (My little devil)

Your eyes widened in pure joy. “Jenni!”

Without hesitation, you bolted from your seat, sprinting across the kitchen and launching yourself into her arms. Jenni caught you with ease, laughing as she lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

“My diablita, look at you! Have you grown? Or am I just getting old?” she teased, pressing loud, exaggerated kisses all over your face.

You giggled, squeezing her tight. “You’re ancient, Jenni.”

She gasped, feigning offense. “¡Qué mala!” She set you down only for you to immediately latch onto her side, practically glued to her as you dragged her toward the breakfast bar.

“Okay, okay, come sit! I have so much to tell you!” You pulled her into the seat next to yours, eyes bright with excitement. “You missed so much! Oh my god, wait, did you see my last match? And also, you have to see this new trick I learned— oh! And guess what? I have a girlfriend now! Her name is Soleil, and she’s the best, and I need to show you pictures—”

Jenni listened with an amused smile, nodding along as you spoke a mile a minute, gesturing wildly with your hands.

Meanwhile, Olga, who had turned back to the stove, found herself oddly quiet. She glanced over her shoulder at the way you clung to Jenni, the way you looked at her like she hung the moon, and something inside her twisted.

She knew Jenni had been in your life for years, had played a huge role in your childhood, especially when she and Alexia had been together. She understood the excitement, the affection— but still, as she stood there, spatula in hand, watching you practically vibrate with happiness in Jenni’s arms, she couldn’t help but feel like she was standing on the outside looking in.

Alexia noticed the shift in Olga’s demeanor, the slight slump of her shoulders, the way she suddenly seemed overly focused on the eggs she was cooking.

“You okay?” Alexia murmured, nudging Olga gently.

Olga forced a small smile. “Yeah… just not used to being replaced so quickly.”

Alexia sighed, wrapping an arm around Olga’s waist and pressing a reassuring kiss to her temple. “She loves you, you know that.”

“I know,” Olga admitted. “But right now, I think I’m just the lady who made her breakfast.”

Before Alexia could respond, your voice rang out again.

“Olga, come sit with us!” You turned to her, waving her over with an enthusiastic hand. “You have to hear this story Jenni’s telling!”

Olga hesitated for a split second before schooling her expression, pushing aside the small pang of insecurity.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” she said, finally taking the empty seat next to you.

And when you instinctively reached for her hand, squeezing it without even looking as you continued talking to Jenni, Olga felt some of that uncertainty ease.

The bell above the door chimed as you bounced into your favorite café, your hand wrapped around Soleil’s while Jenni strolled beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders like she never left. Alexia and Olga trailed behind, already making their way to the counter to order drinks while you led Jenni and Soleil to a cozy booth near the window.

“You’re gonna love this place,” you told Jenni, excitement bubbling in your voice. “They have the best pastries, and they always write little messages on the coffee cups.”

Jenni smirked, sliding into the seat across from you and Soleil. “I trust your taste, mi diablita.”

You turned to Soleil, eyes sparkling. “I can’t believe I haven’t introduced you two sooner! Jenni basically helped raise me. Like, she taught me how to ride a bike, took me to all my first pro matches, and—” you leaned in, stage whispering—“everything I know about being a striker? All from her.”

Soleil smiled warmly, looking at Jenni with clear appreciation. “That explains why you’re such a menace on the field.”

Jenni grinned. “Ah, so you’ve witnessed her chaos firsthand.”

Soleil laughed. “Every day.”

You laughed too, leaning into Jenni’s side and hugging her tightly. “She’s the best, Sol. When Ale and Jenni were dating, she was always around, always looking out for me. And even after… you know, they broke up, she never disappeared. She’s family.”

Jenni pressed a fond kiss to your temple. “Always.”

Across the café, Olga stood in line, watching the interaction with a tightness in her chest she couldn’t quite shake. You were radiant, so full of joy, clinging to Jenni like she was your lifeline. The way you looked at her, the way you spoke about her, all of it made Olga’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

She knew Jenni had been a part of your life long before she had. She knew Jenni had played a big role in raising you. But knowing it and watching it were two different things.

Alexia, standing beside her, caught the shift in Olga’s expression immediately. Without hesitation, she bumped Olga’s shoulder gently. “You good, amor?”

Olga plastered on a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, fine.”

Alexia didn’t buy it for a second. “You’re watching them like they just stole your puppy.”

Olga sighed, glancing away. “I just… she clearly loves Jenni. And I get it, Jenni was there when she was little, she taught her all these things, helped raise her—” she exhaled sharply— “but I’m supposed to be her mother now. And sometimes, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fill that space the way Jenni did.”

Alexia frowned, reaching for Olga’s hand and squeezing it. “Olga, you are her mother. She chose you, we chose you. That doesn’t change just because she loves Jenni too.”

Olga’s grip tightened slightly, her jaw clenching. “I know, but it’s different. She looks at Jenni like she’s the person who made her who she is. I just… I don’t want to be second place in something that means everything to me.”

Olga’s fingers curled into fists at her sides as she watched you practically drape yourself over Jenni, your eyes shining with admiration as you told Soleil story after story about how Jenni had shaped you. Every time you hugged Jenni, every time you laughed at something she said, every time you looked at her like she was one of the most important people in your world— it chipped away at something deep inside Olga.

She wasn’t jealous, not exactly. It wasn’t that she wanted to erase Jenni’s role in your life. It was the fear that no matter how much time passed, no matter how much love she gave, no matter how fiercely she protected you, she would always be playing catch up to the people who had come before her.

Jenni had been there for your firsts. Your first bike ride, your first professional match, your first real football lessons. She had guided you, shaped you, made you into the player, and person, you were now. And Olga? She had come in when you were already a teenager, already formed, already carrying years of love for people who had been there long before she was.

Would you ever look at her the way you looked at Jenni? Would you ever talk about her like that, with that same effortless fondness, that same unshakable attachment? Or would she always be the afterthought, the one who came later, the one who did the daily work of being your mother but never quite felt like she had earned the title?

She tried to shake the thoughts away, but they stuck, clinging to her like wet clothes. The café was warm, but suddenly, she felt cold.

The room was dark except for the dim glow of the bathroom light spilling in through the cracked door. The sound of running water filled the silence, Alexia still in the shower. You padded in quietly, rubbing your tired eyes, ready to burrow under the blankets and curl up against Olga like you did every night. But as you climbed onto the bed, something felt… off.

Olga was facing away from you, curled into herself, her shoulders rising and falling in uneven breaths. The second you got closer, you heard it— a soft sniff, barely audible, but enough to make your chest tighten.

“Olga?” you murmured, shifting closer, pressing against her back. “What’s wrong?”

She stiffened, wiping at her face quickly. “Nothing, nena. Just tired.”

Liar. You frowned, resting your chin on her shoulder. “You’re sniffling.”

She let out a shaky breath. “Allergies.”

You huffed. “You don’t have allergies.”

She didn’t say anything, just reached for your hand and squeezed it, like that would be enough to convince you she was fine. But you weren’t convinced. You could feel the sadness radiating off her, pressing into the space between you.

You lay there for a moment, racking your brain. What could’ve happened? She’d been fine earlier at the café. Or at least, she’d seemed fine. Maybe something happened after? You were deep in thought when you caught movement from the bathroom door.

Alexia had stepped out, her hair damp, her towel wrapped around her as she glanced at Olga and then at you. The moment you made eye contact, she raised her brows and nodded toward Olga, then dramatically mimicked wiping away tears.

You squinted at her. She nodded toward the door, signaling that she was leaving you to it, but not before she started her silent charades. She made a small motion, pointing at herself, then at Olga, then at you. Then she held up one finger. First? No. She repeated the movement, then mimed kicking a ball, then pointed at you again. Your brain worked through it. First. Football. You. It was about Jenni. Everything clicked at once, the way Olga had gone quiet while you were talking to Jenni, the way she lingered at the edge of the conversation instead of joining in. She was feeling insecure.

Alexia gave you a knowing look before slipping back into the bathroom, leaving you alone with Olga.

You exhaled softly, tightening your grip on her waist as you pressed your forehead against her shoulder. “Is this about Jenni?”

Olga’s breath hitched for a second before she let out a small laugh, watery and tired. “You’re too smart for your own good, you know that?”

You didn’t respond, just curled further into her, letting the silence settle before you spoke again. “Olga,” you started softly, “I need you to hear me, okay?”

She didn’t answer, but you could feel her breathing, steady but fragile, like she was waiting for you to say something that would make this ache in her chest go away.

You took a deep breath. “You are my mom.” You said it plainly, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “Jenni was there for me when I was a kid, yeah, and I’ll always love her for that, but that doesn’t take away from you. It never could.”

Olga stayed quiet, but you felt her relax just a little.

“You have been there for me in ways no one else has,” you continued. “You were there when I signed my first contract. You held my hand through that whole process because I was freaking out. You were there when I made my debut. You were the first person I looked for when I got subbed on. Do you know that?”

Olga swallowed. “Nena…”

“No, listen.” You sat up slightly, resting your weight on your elbow as you looked at her. “You were there the first time I got called up to the USWNT. You were there when I scored my first international goal, screaming like a crazy person in the stands. You were the one who stayed up with me when I had that awful stomach bug last year, even though you had training the next morning. You always carry snacks for me in your bag, you know exactly how I like my tea, you check in on me even when you’re halfway across the world.”

Olga wiped at her eyes, her lip trembling.

“You do all of that because you’re my mom, Mama.” Your voice softened. “You are the one who made me feel safe, who made me feel like I had a home, who made me believe that being loved wasn’t something I had to fight for.”

She let out a quiet sob, turning in your arms to pull you against her. You felt the dampness of her tears against your shirt as she buried her face in your shoulder, and you held her as tightly as she held you.

“I love you,” you whispered. “So much. I don’t care how many people were there before you, you are my mom. No one could ever replace you.”

Olga squeezed you impossibly tighter. “I love you too, mi niña.”

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, until the sound of Alexia clearing her throat from the bathroom doorway made you both look up.

“If you’re done making me cry from the other side of the door,” she said, voice thick with emotion, “can I get in on this cuddle session?”

You laughed, tugging Olga down with you as Alexia climbed into bed, wrapping an arm around both of you. And as you lay there, safe in the warmth of your family, you felt ii, Olga’s steady heartbeat beneath your palm, the rise and fall of her breath, the silent, unspoken promise that she was yours and you were hers, and that would never change.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 — 𝐂.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Chris thinks you’re just a dream.

CW ʚɞ Fluff, kissing, touching, established relationship.

PAIRING ʚɞ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. New layout! Please read the copyright notice! This is just a lil fic for my babies bc I really wanted to use the top right pic since I had to take I down the first time. Fuck off tryna be weird. I’m having fun and vibing and I refuse to let anyone ruin that!

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ au masterlist

“Pretty,” you coo, petting Chris’ face while cupping his jaw. 

He’s staring up at you with contentment, with pure and utter joy. His flushed cheeks are warm, his hands clamping around your waist, keeping you perched in his lap as the light breeze flows by. 

The grass shutters with each puff of wind. Flowers and branches rustle, the sound adorned by light chirping from a blue bird singing in the air.

Chris puckers his lips, closing his eyes as he waits for you to kiss him. The second your lips land on his, he can’t help but smile against you, letting a hum of joy vibrate between the sweet affection. 

“Hm, thank you, Bubs. Fuckin’ love kissin’ you,” he says, his eyes slowly blinking at you as you rummage your hands through his hair. 

You nod firmly, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, laughing as it scrunches. “Mhm, ‘course. I love it too,” you remark, your voice flowing like a soft, gentle melody. 

Chris stares into your eyes, almost as if he’s searching for something. The slight crinkle of your brow makes him smile sheepishly. “Sorry, just… can’t believe you’re mine.” 

Your eyes soften as you tilt your head to the side, analyzing his doe eyes as he beams with love radiating out of every pore of his body. “You’re so sweet,” you sigh, bringing your hands to the tops of his shoulders as you try to get up. 

Chris is not pleased. His hands react before his mind, tugging you even closer than before, dragging you plush against his front. 

You huff, the air coming out in short breaths as you feel his heart thump against your own chest. 

“Don’t leave. Just… just wanna hold you, Bubs—wanna hold my girl.” 

You bite on your inner cheek, nodding as you relax in his grip, the feeling of his arms collapsing around you making your heart beat slower, your breaths calming as you let yourself feel safe in his hold. 

He just wants to hold you.

He just wants to make sure that this dream is real.

A/N: I literally love them so much. You can’t tell me this isn’t how Chris would be with his girl IRL. He’s so cutie 🩵🫧

Comment if you wanna be on the taglist. Lmk any thots, questions, comments, or concerns. Hope you’re having the best day today and I really appreciate any and all support and love.

Interacting has always been something super important to me, hence why I try to reply to every single comment and such. Having my inbox off is helping me feel a lot better so I really appreciate all the patience and kindness.

I’ve turned non-anon asks back on, but I still might not be yapping until I feel 100% ready to.

This is a really long end note, but I’m really grateful for everyone that specifically comes onto my account, wanting to talk about my work or just making me smile in general.

I love you 💕

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[gojodickbig]

my smau masterlist ୨♡୧

i will mainly make smaus for gojo, toji, and sukuna, but i might also add other characters upon request or if i feel like it. feel free to send an ask to my inbox if u have an idea for a smau (no suggestive prompts for under 18 characters) ๑♡๑✧

jjk smaus

✧you say no to their kisses

✧acting all pent up with them

✧them asking you out on a date

✧them spending the day with your child

✧"she's busy rn"

✧asking them silly questions

✧them being jealous

✧you had a nightmare about them

✧asking them their first impression of you

✧"wrong number"

✧ leaving without telling them

✧jjk x dc characters

✧ pranking them by not saying "ily" back

✧ them sending u spicy pics while you're out

✧ them forgetting your anniversary

✧ in which you prank them into thinking you're cheating on them

✧ they found out you have a date

✧ drunk confession

✧ they confess their feelings

✧them sending you the wrong pic

✧ stealing your panties

✧ in which they catch you watching edits of them

✧ you and the jjk men fight - pt2.

✧ the jjk men don’t react well to your pregnancy

✧ the jjk men ask for your friend’s number - pt2.

✧ they cheat on you

✧ texts with bf!satoru - pt2.

✧ first time talking after the break up

✧ the jjk men ditch you on valentine’s date - pt2. pt2.5.

✧ in which the jjk men raised their voices at you

✧ the jjk men asking you to move in with them

✧ you send them the wrong pic

✧ the jjk men made a bet on you

✧ the jjk men hearing you pleasuring urself

✧ in which your dealer finds out you're a girl

✧ in which you prank them by asking if they ever wish they were taller

✧ in which you tell them that you need a hug

✧ in which you ask them if they miss you right after you just left

✧ in which you go out for a walk after a really rough argument

✧ in which you prank them by saying sex has been boring

✧ in which you ask them which thigh their dick is resting on

✧ texts with plug!sukuna pt1

✧ pick a number (of nudes).

✧ in which you ask them if they wish their dick was bigger

✧ in which you have to wait for their boner to go down after kissing them.

✧ not denying the "girlfriend" assumption (pre-relationship)