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sweet Spencer realizing he has feelings for cold!Reader? I'm obsessed

OH NO. [ONESHOT]

/oʊ noʊ/

Spencer makes a (rather terrifying) revelation in relation to his ice-hearted coworker, who might not actually be all that ice-hearted.

WARNINGS: fem!reader

spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff?? || 2.3k || series masterlist!

a/n: based on the fact that it was 1°C when i left my house yesterday and i was freezing

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Sometimes, Spencer Reid hated living in Virginia.

The temperature always felt colder than it did back in Vegas, no matter whether it was in the dead of winter or in the middle of summer, and for someone who didn’t have the best temperature regulation already, that just spelled extra issues for Spencer to deal with on top of everything else.

It was March for god’s sake, why was it only 40 degrees?

He walks into the office bundled up like a newborn baby, with a shirt, a vest, and a coat on, with a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and knitted gloves on his hands.

He sits down in his desk chair with all the grace of an elephant trying to do ballet, the chair squeaking under his weight as he basically throws himself into it.

Morgan starts laughing almost immediately. “You look like you’ve just stepped out of Antarctica-”

“It’s cold,”

“It’s not that cold,”

“Those who have issues with temperature regulation are more susceptible to extreme temperature fluctuations when the weather changes,” Spencer rubs his hands together through his gloves in the hope that the kinetic energy will spread through his hands and warm the rest of his body.

“And let me guess, you’re one of those people?” Morgan raises his eyebrow with a smirk.

“Yes Morgan, I’m one of those people,” Spencer’s exasperated response is enough to send Morgan over the edge into laughter.

“Will you quiet down, it’s 8 in the morning for god’s sake,” Your arrival is announced with your usual snark, tiredness still lacing your tone as you walk around the two to reach your own desk opposite Spencer’s and pull a white beanie from your head to stuff it in the pocket of your coat.

“Sorry-”

“Not you Reid,” Despite the fact that you’re dismissing him as the recipient of your annoyance, it still sounds like you’re angry at him.

“Someone’s chipper this morning,” Morgan nudges Spencer like he’s speaking to him privately, but is raised enough that he knows you’ve heard it too. “You would’ve thought she’d be elated, she’s in her element now the temperature’s dropping,”

“I can hear you.” you scoff out your words as you unpack your bag on your desk.

“Oh I know, it’s more fun when you can hear me,” Morgan takes a sip from the mug in his hands with a smirk, leaning back in his chair once he’s decided you’d endured enough of his teasing for now.

You spend the next ten or so minutes in silence as everyone sets themselves up for the day. Everyone except Spencer evidently, who is still sat with all of his outerwear on despite the office being internally heated.

“Will you stop shaking?” Spencer turns his eyes away from his frozen hands at your question, although phrased more like an instruction under your usual tone. “I can see it in my peripheral vision and it’s distracting,”

“Oh um- I’m sorry,” Spencer clutched both of his hands tight together in an attempt to forcibly stop them from shaking.

“Don’t apologise, go make yourself a cup of coffee or something, those gloves aren’t doing anything to help you,”

“Right- Yeah,” Spencer takes your advice with a nod, standing up from his desk to practically run over to the kitchenette like your word was law.

“I know what you’re doing Ice Queen,” Morgan tilts his head knowingly at you as you watch Spencer scamper around the corner and out of sight, and you don’t turn your gaze towards him even after Spencer leaves your field of vision.

“I’m not doing anything,”

“You care about Reid’s well being,” He throws a balled up post-it note in your direction, hitting you in the side of your head and acting as an incentive to look in his direction, shooting daggers at the bridge of his nose. “You can’t hide it from me sweetheart, your icy façade is melting as we speak,”

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes as you stand up from your chair, exiting the conversation with a scoff as you walk around the bullpen and disappear into the unisex bathroom.

You still haven’t returned by the time Spencer walks back to his desk with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in both hands, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at your empty desk chair as he took his seat.

“She just went to the bathroom genius she hasn’t disappeared off the face of the earth,” Morgan laughs in amusement at Spencer’s expression, staring at your chair like his gaze will magically will you into existence.

Then his vision goes dark, and he can hear Morgan’s laughter escalate. He’s not sure exactly what’s happening at first, but as his wind-chilled ears begin to warm and his eyelashes catch on something as he tries to open his eyes he realises that his vision has been physically obstructed by something.

He pulls up on the material covering his eyes, and like a magic trick, where your chair was empty before you are now sitting in it, head lowered to hide behind the screen of your computer monitor as Morgan continues to chortle at the two of you.

It’s a quick realisation that what was previously covering his eyes was a hat, specifically the white beanie that you’d walked into the office wearing this morning.

“What did I say?” Morgan gestures outwards with his hands like he’d proved some point to you that Spencer was clearly ignorant to.

“Shut your mouth or I’ll pull out all your teeth and do it for you,”

“Ooh I’m so scared, Reid protect me from this absolute monster,” Morgan presses his hand to his chest dramatically, leaning back in his chair with a smirk etched onto his face.

Spencer doesn’t so much as spare Morgan a glance at his comment, blankly staring in your direction as his brain computes what exactly had just happened. He was wearing your hat now? You’d put your hat on his head? You’d walked over, taken your hat, and physically put it on his head?

Under normal circumstances he’s sure he’d die of embarrassment at so much as the thought of having something that personally belonged to you in his possession, let alone be actually wearing something the belonged to you and invaded his olfactory neurons with your scent.

Yet here he was, so absolutely dumbfounded by your actions that he didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed.

“Reid,” Morgan nudges his shoulder, and Spencer turns to him with wide eyes and a half-absent expression.

“Huh?”

“Wow, look what you did to him, he’s completely shut down,” Morgan throws another balled up post-it in your direction, hitting you in the shoulder this time, and you bite your tongue as you turn your head up to look at the two boys across from you once more.

Your eyes are narrowed as you glare in Morgan’s direction, but he takes no notice of it whatsoever as he gestures towards Spencer with his head, smirking all the while.

Your gaze is substantially softer once your eyes flicker over to the boy sitting opposite you. The hat really seems to complete the whole ‘just stepped out of a blizzard’ look that Spencer’s outfit seemed to radiate, and the bright red of his cheeks seemed to amplify that look tenfold.

“Are you still cold?” You ask the question like you’re annoyed at him, and he takes it as your irritation from Morgan’s constant teasing bleeding into your speech rather than you genuinely being irked by him. After all, you had gone out of your way to help him warm up right? Then again that could’ve been because you just didn’t want to watch him shiver anymore. You did say it was distracting-

“Reid.” He turns his eyes up towards you as you speak his name with all the conviction of an aggrieved high school teacher.

“Yes? I mean- Not ‘yes’ I’m cold- ‘yes’ like I’m paying attention- You know- Uh-” You hold up a hand to stop Spencer from spinning into a spiral as he tries to elaborate on what his response meant.

“You’re not cold anymore?” You keep your eyes trained on him as you ask the question, emphasising it a way that indicated you wanted a straight answer from him and not some half baked explanation of why he was/wasn’t.

“No… Well, my hands are-” Spencer stops himself prematurely with a shake of his head. “No- No I’m not cold anymore, I’m okay now,”

“Your hands are still cold?”

Spencer nods, looking down at his hands sheepishly as if they've betrayed him.

You watch Spencer's hands for a moment before making a decision. With a resigned sigh, you reach into your coat pocket and pull out a small red hand warmer, holding it out over the divide between your desks to offer it to him without a word.

Spencer's eyes widen in surprise as he takes the hand warmer from you, a sinking feeling shooting through his chest as your fingers brush his. But it wasn’t the kind he’d grown accustomed to when speaking to you.

There wasn’t a shred of intimidation or lingering insecurity, it didn’t send a chill down his spine or make him feel the need to curl into himself, it instead left a strangely comfortable warmth in it’s wake, one that was quickly proving to be more useful at warming him up than the gel packet held between his fingertips.

It was a sensation he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually felt before, and his mind couldn’t make up whether it’s origin was the temperature difference in your hands as they brushed each other and the inherent warmth of your hand graced his, or whether it was an internal situation where your silent act of consideration was literally tricking his body into believing it was warmer just as a result of your actions.

Either way, he suddenly felt very warm.

He fumbles with the warmer for a second before tugging off his gloves and snapping the small disk to start the chemical reaction. "Thanks," he murmurs, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Don't mention it," you reply, turning back to your computer screen with complete nonchalance in your tone.

Spencer nods softly at your response, rolling the packet between the palms of his hands as his eyes linger on your face even after you look away.

Spencer’s beginning to be increasingly distracted from his files by thoughts of you. Your hidden kindness, your wit, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way you chew on the end of your pen when you're concentrating, the way your nose scrunches up when you're deep in thought-

He realises, with a jolt, that he's falling for you.

It hits him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, he's paralysed with a mix of astonishment and fear. How had he not noticed it before? He's never been good at relationships, maybe that’s why. He didn’t exactly know what constituted as real feelings for someone.

Morgan watches the exchange with a smirk, but there's something softer in his expression as he looks between the two of you, specifically towards the puddle of Spencer’s emotions showing all over his face. He clears his throat, breaking the momentary silence.

"Well, now that everyone's warm and cozy, shall we get to work?" he says, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

Spencer nods, already diving into the case file on his desk as a means of desperately trying to get the image of your face and the feeling of your fingers brushing against his hand out of his head. You follow suit, the warmth spreading through the bullpen as you all settle into your routine.

He tries to focus on the case at hand, but his mind keeps wandering back to you. He remembers the feeling of your hand brushing against his, the way his heart had fluttered in his chest at the contact. It's a feeling he can't quite shake, and he's not sure he wants to. That was the worst part.

Oh no.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #asks 🫶

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spacedace · 1 year

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Something I've seen in fics a few times but not for comedic effect is the idea that Constantine selling his soul so many times makes him look/feel Wrong to ghosts.

Like I love various Danny ghost shenanigans giving Constantine a heart attack in stories but just imagine that Constantine is like deeply, deeply unsettling for Ghosts & Liminals to be around.

To the point of whenever he and Danny meet for the first time at the Watchtower after Danny's joined the League, Constantine just walks in and upon turning to look at who just walked in Danny just shrieks like a small child and throws a chair at him out of reflex, diving behind Captain Marvel to use him as a magical human meat shield while screeching "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" At the top of his lungs and doesn't stop until Batman makes Constantine leave.

Even after Zantanna explains Constantine's whole deal and Danny explains to the Justice League how totally fucked up that looks/feels like to him ("Dude, Ghosts are their core, for us you see that before you see the shape of whoever you're talking to. Like, imagine someone walks up to you with a face that looks like it's made out of a shattered plate and the pieces are bleeding"

Or like, imagine instead it's a thing were Jason and Jazz are dating and Jazz, Danny & Elle are invited over for a nice meet the family brunch - "Brunch is fun and casual!" Dick insisted, "Way less intimidating than if we had them over for dinner!") and Constantine pops in to talk to Bruce about a case.

And the second he walks into the room all three just shriek like they're from an episode of Scooby Doo.

Elle takes one look at Constantine and just nopes out of there so hard she doesn't even gk intangible as she throws herself out the window and starts flying for the hills. Danny screeches like a cat whose tail has been stepped on and jumps onto the ceiling and scrambles away. Jazz screams like a house wife from an old Looney Tunes cartoon and starts climbing Jason like a tree - which is a bit of a problem since she's half a foot taller than Jay and throwing his center of balance off a bit and now half of the plates are smashed on the floor.

Jason doesn't even notice though because he also is losing his shit over what the fuck that thing is and unlike Elle is far more interested in Fight rather than Flight and pulls out a gun - "Why'd you bring a gun to brunch?! Guns aren't fun or casual!" - and just starts unloading on Constantine (who is very lucky Jason has switched to non lethal rounds and that he's quick enough with his spells to largely keep most of the rubber bullets from hitting him) also while screaming at the top of his lungs.

And well, turns out Jason's new girlfriend is the older sister of that ghost hero the League's been looking to recruit and Bruce is gonna take advantage of that - Phantom has been hard to pin down, which is fair, bad history with government agencies trying to kill him and all - to talk to him about a place with JL, though first he's going to have to get him down from the ceiling and that'd be a lot easier if Constantine would just leave already, they are supposed to be having a family brunch this is his one day off!

(Elle screams her all the way to Metropolis and doesn't stop until she nearly knocks Superman out of the sky. He isn’t really sure what's going on, but he does manage to calm her down and takes her to go get some ice cream. When he pitches joining JL she tells him that she thinks he's kinda lame but that Superboy is cool so she's down. It's...honestly kinda devastating but Clark manages to get through it.

A note gets made when the two ghost heroes officially join the League that partnerships with Constantine should be kept at an absolute minimum.)

And lol yeah, just, Constantine being utterly terrifying to Danny and the Pham

#dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #danny phantom #justice league #danny fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #danielle fenton #jazz fenton #jason todd #john constantine #anger management #Constantine thinks it's kinda funny #once they get to the point that no one instinctively tries to kill him on aight anymore #he likes to sneak up on Danny just to make him jump through the ceiling #batman made him stop after Danny activated his Wail while screaming for half a second & nearly shattered all the windows in the Watchtower #Danny gets all of Constantine's soul contracts just to make John stop looking like that #Constantine immediately took the blank slate and started his favorite hustle again

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worksby-d · 2 months

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Tangled up with you all night

Pairing: Ari Levinson x escort!Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Your favorite client has a surprise for you on Valentine's Day.

Warnings: AU, voyeurism, threesome, oral (f + m receiving), m masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, anal, 18+

Word count: ~3,500

A/n: This is my first time writing more than one character in the same fic, so I hope it's readable!!! I enjoyed writing this a lot and I'm excited about it and I hate saying that cause I fear I'll jinx it and it'll flop, but I really hope you enjoy it if you give it a chance 🥹💝 Happy Valentine's Day!

You’re no stranger to the dimly lit, quiet hallway. The walls have echoed the sound of your heels against the tile floor back to you countless times. Instructions are always the same – Let yourself in, the door is unlocked.

Your first time here was terrifying. It was one of your first jobs and you were naive back then. Who knew there were guys so desperate for your company that they would trust you enough to just walk into their penthouses.

You remember your hand shaking as you took a deep breath and reached for the door. It’s funny now because it couldn’t be any more different than how you confidently stride in tonight.

Since then, this guy – Ari – has become one of your regulars. Despite what you were there for that first night, he had a way of making you feel comfortable instantly, which certainly isn’t always the case.

“You couldn’t get anyone else to keep you company on Valentine’s Day?” Your quip carries as you walk in. The sound of ice falling into a few glasses tells you he’s behind his bar, so you follow it. “Had to settle for me?”

“It was you or no one.” He winks as he tops off your drink, always sure to have your favorite ready for you. “You know that by now, sweetheart.”

He’s told you time and time again that you’re the only reason he keeps the agency’s business card on hand. But you’ve convinced yourself that he tells all the girls that… In an attempt to not get attached. He makes it damn hard not to though.

Taking the drink from his reached out hand, you roll your eyes. That’s when they land on another man walking into the room.

“Oh–” You’re mid sip when you pull your glass away from your mouth, licking the small amount of alcohol off your lips. A switch flips and your professional persona is back on – Standing up straight with an innocent smile on your face. “I wasn’t expecting…”

A smirk tugs at the corner of Ari’s mouth. “Surprise.”

It’s clear to you where this is going, but you know men are simple creatures – They like when you play dumb. So you cock your head slightly, feigning confusion.

“This is Steve.”

You take in the sight of him – Tall, built, sleeves rolled up showing his to-die-for forearms. It’s your lucky day, you think to yourself. What are the chances of two attractive guys spending their Valentine’s Day with you?

You snap yourself out of ogling him, finally speaking to him. “Just ‘Steve’?”

You’re used to no last names, but it’s fun to tease them about it.

“For now,” he nods, mirroring your smile.

“Then hi, Steve,” you nod, holding out your hand to shake his.

It's his turn to let his eyes wander, but he's respectful about it, not letting his gaze linger for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes reach yours again and he lets go of your hand.

He shakes his head as if he's speechless for a moment. “Even more beautiful in person.”

“A smooth talker like Ari, huh?” You giggle.

Ari hands your drink back to you.

You flash him a smile, not dropping the innocent act yet. “Is your friend, Steve, staying?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” Ari sees right through it. “Why don't you go get ready for us? He brought a gift for you, you gotta try it on.”

Who are you to deny a gift? You let Ari walk you toward his bedroom door so he can have just a second alone with you.

“As long as it's okay with you…” His voice is low and genuine. He may pay to have sex with you, but he's still a gentleman. “I thought it would be fun to try something new, but you know I never want you to do anything you don't want to–”

“It's fine,” you chuckle, bringing a hand up to pat his cheek. “I promise it's fine. He better be as good as you though.”

With a teasing look, you open the door to step into his room and shut it again behind you before he can say fuck it and follow you in.

His bedroom is cozy. You've always thought that. He keeps it dark, allowing the glow from the city lights outside to illuminate it just enough – Just enough for the unspeakable things you ever do in here anyway.

Your eyes drift from the windows to the bed where there's a small box with a bow tied around it. There's a tag and it's addressed to you from Steve.

You would never ask any of these guys to their faces, but you always wonder if they know that gifts that aren't lingerie exist. Or even just different looking gift boxes to throw you off every once in a while.

Carefully removing the bow, you open the box. You can tell by the neatly folded lace and mesh that it’s a babydoll set. Matching red panties fall from underneath the top as you hold it up to take a look.

The lace detailing across your chest leaves little to the imagination as you look at yourself in the mirror once you have it on.

As if the two men in the other room can sense that you're ready, they walk in right as you're sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for them.

“Hot damn,” Ari whistles when his eyes fall on you.

So far, you can tell Steve is more reserved. He settles for a—not quite silent—but a whispered wow as he pulls the door closed behind him.

“Thanks for the gift, Steve.”

You flash him a soft smile and bat your eyelashes, leaning back to subtly push your chest forward. It works every time. His eyes noticeably linger there before making their way back up to yours.

Ari senses the tension between the two of you. You catch the smirk on his face—as if he’s a proud matchmaker—as he takes a few more steps to get close to you.

The brush of his fingers against your cheek gets you to look up at him.

“Why don’t we let you and Steve get acquainted first, hm?”

Nodding, you glance at Steve and he’s looking back at you for your approval.

The wave of your hand tells him to come closer and Ari steps back to take a seat on the sofa that faces the bed so he can watch the two of you.

“Sit,” you tell Steve, letting him switch places with you.

You do a slow twirl in front of him, showing off the set he got you, sure to move just enough so the hem of the top flows up, revealing the pretty bottoms underneath.

“Does it look as good on me as you hoped it would?” He bites his lip, admiring the way it hugs your body. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to touch you, so you lean forward to whisper in his ear, “You can touch me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. His hands go for your hips, finger tips pressing into your skin as he pulls you to straddle his lap.

“It looks beautiful.” His fingers trace some of the lace. “Pretty sure you would make anything look good though.”

“There you go with the smooth talking again,” you laugh. “What do you want me to call you?” Your hands come up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Just your name? Sir… Maybe daddy?”

You suppress your smile when you swear you feel his cock twitch beneath you.

“What do you call Ari?” He asks, glancing over at his friend.

Before he can answer, you put your hand on Steve’s cheek to get his eyes back on you.

“He just has me call him Ari because he’s boring,” you joke. “I make fun of him all the time for it.”

“Got it,” he chuckles. “My name is fine too.”

“Yawn,” you sigh, pulling his shirt off of him and tossing it to the floor.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “What do I call you?”

“Whatever you want,” you smirk.

Steve’s quick to once again switch places with you, laying you at the edge of the bed so he can kneel between your legs.

Holding yourself up on your elbows, your head rolls back when he begins placing soft kisses along your inner thighs. He grins to himself, noticing the chill bumps that follow his touch as he caresses your legs.

He pulls away slightly to get your attention and looks up at you. “May I?”

His fingers hook on the waistband of your panties and you think he’s asking if he can take them off of you. So you nod, but he’s impatient, settling on just pulling them to the side instead.

He shakes his head seeing how wet you are for him already. “Gorgeous.”

A guttural groan falls from his lips before his mouth is on your pussy.

“Oh–” You gasp, letting your head fall back again. “God, Steve.”

You usually have to put on a show during sessions, but never with Ari, and not with this Steve guy either. Your moans and the arch of your back is genuine as he skillfully devours your pussy.

His tongue on your clit has your breaths becoming more shallow already. Lifting your head back up, you reach a hand down to run your fingers through his hair and give yourself leverage as you roll your hips against his face.

He chuckles and the vibrations from his voice have your eyes falling shut. With a few more strokes of his tongue along your slit, he slowly eases off, back to pressing a few last kisses to your thighs.

You let out a frustrated sigh. It felt too good for him to stop. He must have gotten a run down of the rules from Ari, you think to yourself. He knew not to let you come yet.

He untangles your fingers from his hair and holds your hand to pull you back up so you’re sitting in front of him. You let your lips meet his in a slow kiss, tasting yourself on him.

Ari clears his throat, reminding you both that he’s there. He’s rid himself of his clothes as he watched Steve warm you up.

“Send her over here,” he says from his spot on the sofa.

Steve breaks the kiss and gets out of the way so you can stand up. Your few steps toward Ari are done on shaky legs, practically falling into his lap once you get to him. But he stops you, holding his hands on your hips.

“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head. “Face Steve.”

He helps you turn to face away from him, quickly helps you remove your panties, and guides you to sit back with your knees on either side of his thighs.

You reach down to stroke his cock a few times. He’s hard already from watching you and Steve.

Both of you moan out in unison as you sink down onto him. You have enough sex where you’d think it would be easy by now, but something about Ari is different. The way his cock stretches you open proves to be painful every time, but it’s a welcome pain, a pain that you crave when you’re not with him.

“Missed this, didn’t you?” He teases. All you can do is nod pathetically. “I know you always do.”

He helps you roll your hips, taking his cock as deep as you can. His hand slipping down, allowing his fingers to play with your clit, makes you cry out.

He knows what he’s doing. You won’t be able to hold back much longer. And he doesn't want you to.

“You getting shy on me?” He whispers, kissing your shoulder when you become quiet, focused on not coming yet.

You groan, legs beginning to quiver. “You know I’m not supposed to come until you have.”

He doesn’t let up. “Who’s gonna know?”

Your gaze shoots toward his friend on the bed who’s stroking his cock as he watches Ari fuck you.

“Him? You can trust him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here.”

Your eyes clench shut as you continue to ward off your orgasm.

“You don’t mind if she comes before us, do you?” He asks Steve.

“God no,” he moans, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt swallows Ari’s cock. “She can come as much as she wants for all I care.”

“You heard him,” Ari whispers in your ear. His fingers press harder against your swollen clit. “Come for us, princess.”

“Ah–” Your body betrays you, easily giving in to them.

The eruption of pleasure renders you numb, Ari having to take over to prolong your high.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

Maybe he is just that strong, but it must be part adrenaline too, the way he manhandles you, keeping you bouncing on his cock when you don’t feel like you have control over your body to keep moving yourself.

“Ari!” You cry out, unable to take anymore. You can lift up just enough to let him slip out of you. “Fuck.”

Your chest heaves as you take a few shuddering breaths. He laughs a little, but you’re too in a daze to even notice. He keeps his hands on you as support while you turn to sit beside him with your legs over his and your head against his shoulder.

“I’ll have to start paying you at this point,” you joke.

“Nonsense…” His hand caressing your thigh moves slowly, nestling between your legs to part them, and you don’t know if his careful movement is out of consideration of the fact he just gave you a numbing orgasm that your body is still recovering from, or if he’s doing it to tease you and keep you a mess for him. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, remember?”

Your head falls back, lips parting in a silent moan when his fingers brush against your used cunt.

“Oh, sorry.” He frowns at you, voice laced with fake sympathy. “Are you sensitive?”

“Fuck you,” you laugh, hiding your face against his neck when it turns into a whimper.

When he lets up, you can’t help the quiet sigh of relief that escapes you.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me now?”

“What about Steve?” You ask, giving him a wink before looking back to Ari with a pout.

“Greedy girl,” he chuckles. “Gonna let him have his turn fucking you?”

His hand slapping your cunt elicits a gasp from you.

All you can do is shake your head. You’re not used to being with two guys. Usually a blow job would mean a break for your poor pussy, but not tonight.

He leans to whisper closer to your ear, “What if we let him have your ass instead then, hm?”

“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “You’re the only one I let do that.”

“Only me?” An amused smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t know that. “You fuck all these men and only I’ve had this pretty ass?”

You just shrug. A wave of heat washes over your skin.

“I knew I was your favorite,” he teases. “You can trust him though. I’ll make sure he’s gentle.”

“Here,” Ari says, handing Steve a bottle of lube.

You impatiently reach for Ari’s hand to pull him onto the bed with you.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckles at the desperation, giving in to you easily. “Trust me.”

Your eyes are fixated on his hard cock as he sits in front of you, legs spread to accommodate the position you’re in on your hands and knees. Lowering your head to take him in your mouth, he stops you with a hand resting on your cheek.

“Not yet.”

He waits for your eyes to meet his so he knows you’re listening, and you give him a nod.

Steve’s behind you proving your earlier assumption about him being more reserved. His hands roam your hips and your ass, reacquainting you with his touch while you grow desperate for more. You swear any other guy would damn near be coming by now instead of making you wait for it.

A frustrated groan is at the tip of your tongue and Ari can sense it.

“Slap her,” he tells Steve. “She likes that.”

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the strike of his palm against your ass. And another slap elicits a soft moan from you.

Ari doesn’t let you look away from him as Steve gets more comfortable with you, finally dripping some lube to rub against your tight hole.

“That feel alright?” He asks, teasing you with his thumb.

You sigh. “Yes.”

Since you can't look back, you cast your pleading eyes at Ari.

“Oh–” You whimper, feeling him press his finger deeper. “Please.”

“Please what?” Ari can't suppress his smile. He loves fucking with you. “Tell us.”

“I…” I don’t know, you want to choke out. “Need both of you!”

“There you go,” he coos, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he looks at Steve behind you. “Give it to her.”

Steve strokes his cock a few times before pressing the head of it against your tense hole. You suck in a breath at the feeling and he gently pats your lower back.

“Breathe, darling.”

Ari drops his hand from your face as you let out the breath and you take that as your cue to finally touch him.

You move your hand, resting it on his thigh. Your fingertips press against his skin as Steve pushes his cock deeper into you.

“Oh, wow.” Your jaw trembles, dropping open in a broken moan. “That feels good. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groans.

You pull it together to run your hand up Ari’s thigh, reaching to wrap your fingers around his cock, but he puts a hand on your wrist, halting you.

“No hands,” he tells you. “Just that pretty mouth.”

“Why?” You have enough sense yet to poke fun at him. “You’ll come too fast?”

He scoffs, shaking his head at you, but he can’t help but smile.

“Harder, Steve.” He presses his hand against the back of your head to bring you down to his cock and you more-than-willingly open your mouth for him. “She can clearly take it if she’s still talking to us like that.”

“Shit, I know she can,” he pants. You moan around Ari’s dick as you push your hips back against Steve. “She’s fucking back against me she’s so desperate for it.”

“Christ.”

Ari’s head falls back. The room echoes with pleasure-filled sounds from all three of you. He keeps his hand on you as your head moves up and down, stilling you even when he feels you gag on him.

“Rub your clit, baby. Come for us again.”

You’re determined for them to let go before you this time. You listen to Ari, slipping your hand beneath you to play with your clit as Steve fucks you harder.

Not that you need to fake your pleasure with them, but you do play it up a little bit with some louder moans, letting the hum of your voice bring Ari over the edge.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, cock twitching as his release spills against your tongue. You gently ease off of him as you swallow what you can. He swears he could lose it again when you drop your face to lick up the rest of the mess that drips down his length and onto his skin. “There you go.”

You don’t miss a beat of continuing to tease your sensitive clit. The trembling of your legs has you clenching around Steve’s cock to keep yourself from coming yet. But as soon as you feel his hips stutter and his grip on your waist tighten to keep you in place, you let go. Your pleasure draws his out and your movements are sloppy, but you push your hips back against him again until he can’t take it anymore, reluctantly pulling out of you.

You can’t hold in the whine you let out when you lose the feeling of being full of him. It felt too good, but they don’t keep their hands off of you long enough for you to beg for more.

Ari knows you won’t be able to move on your own, so he helps you turn over to sit with your back against him as he holds your legs back for Steve to get between them and clean up the mess he and you made.

“You’re a fucking dream,” he laughs, pressing kisses against your neck.

Between the feeling of his lips and the occasional nips against your sensitive skin and the feeling of Steve taking his time, lapping at your pussy, residual jolts of pleasure course through your body.

“You can–” You’re cut off by your own quiet moan. “Damn– Bring the rest of your friends if they’re all this good.”

You feel his smirk and you know his words are a promise. “I’ll remember that.”

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nysrage · 2 months

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Rollin’ To Love, Onyankapon.

synopsis: you and your friends scheduled a girls night at cascade for valentines & love seemed to roll your way.

content: romance, fluff, hard to get reader, & barely suggestive themes.

ny’s notes: so while taking a short break to reflect & improve my writing i came up with this new au inspired by @kaegetsmewetter. i advise listening to the songs i linked during their little moment to really immerse yourselves & hope you enjoy! happy love day babies! 🏹🩷

“I-I’m going to fall!”

You didn’t think your valentine’s would be going this way but it was debatable that it was better than how you’d normally spend it. This same recycled day had been the same for as long as you could remember. Just you alone in your room eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie— love jones. The few romances you had never made it past this societies ‘talking stage’ or either ended up as one of those emotionally draining situationships. It was as if love and romance never truly worked for you and only brought trouble.

Slowly you’d come to accept it, until there was a ring of your doorbell. Opening the door to your friends holding balloons, roses and some valentines cookies, “HAPPY VALENTINES BOO!” brushing past you and welcoming themselves into your home. The sight putting a smile on your face, it’d been so long that someone had done something so special for you beside your parents. “Awe y’all really didn’t have to do this..” engulfing them into a group hug and holding them tight, grateful for such attentive friends.

“Girl you deserve to feel loved on this special day too! That’s why we decided to spend the night with you.” kyndall reassured, popping one of the pink candies in her mouth.

“So go get dressed loser, we’re going to cascade!” Dallas giggled, pushing you towards your room. Whirling around in her hold with a questioning brow. “Really cascade..?”

“What.? I’m tired of the club scene and we could use some good fun like when we were teens!” Dallas shrugged, with that soft glint of excitement in her eyes. “C’mon it’ll be fun..” kyndall coaxed, fluttering those volume lashes until you gave in. surrendering your hands in the air and walking towards your room.

“Okay, okay! No promises i’m getting in that rink tho!”

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“Oh my god, i’m never letting yall convince me into coming here againn!” you whined, gripping onto your bestfriend’s jacket for dear life. Legs wobbling from the rolling skates gliding across the smooth floor not seeking to stop anytime soon, especially not with the crowd of people blocking your way to get to that safety wall you could hold onto.

Saturdays were still apparently the hottest for cascade, everyone seeking for fun outlet for the night. The flashing multicolored lights dancing around the walls and floors, as you and your friends entered. A upbeat set of early 2000’s song blasting over the speakers, as you waited in line to secure a pair of skates. “girl, girl girl. the niggas is out, look!” her constant tapping in of your arm made you finally look up. the group of skaters in particular that caught kyndall’s eye, vibing along to ray j’s ‘sex can i’ with their routines. the front two standing out from the rest, one with a colored buzz cut and street wear fashion. The other a fine chocolate man with a white fitted polo tee that hugged his slim-muscular build, and head full of soft deep waves. Beautiful smile still white and flashing even beneath the hues that illuminated the floor.

“Yeah, we got to get to that floor. Now.” kyndall swooned, grabbing her skates and footing towards the nearest bench to get them on.

“Damn bitch. wait for us!” Dallas laughed, the two of you following behind your eager friend.

Leading you right to this moment, settled into an uneasy stance and terrified of the little control you had over your legs right now. Skates clunking against one another as you tried your best to glide smoothly across the floor. “you got it, glide one foot after the other..” Dallas instructed, but it just seemed as if your uncoordinated body just couldn’t get with it. Wobbling above the laminated floor. Hands wrapped tightly around hers as a effort to keep yourself steady and upright, praying that you wouldn’t eat up the floor.

“Okay, m’gonna let go.” Dallas nodded, eyes on yours as she slowly released your hand. “Don’t overthink it boo.” Your body wobbling a little before it steadied as you continued to roll slowly. “I-I think i got it..” you breathed out, hand cautiously out in front of you.

“Think you’ll be good while i take a few quick laps?” She questioned and you nodded, waving her off trying to concentrate on keeping yourself steady. Counting your steps to yourself as you try not to fall on your ass in front of the big ass crowd of people. Smiling to yourself at the slightest improvement and increase in speed until another skater brushed past you, bumping into your side with a scoff. “Girl move your non-skating ass out the rink, tryna be seen n’ shit..”

Tripping over your skates and stumbling forward when suddenly a quick hand caught your arm. One strong hand resting on your waist and steadying your body before your feet could’ve swept up off the ground. “woah, you good ma?” A shaky breath left your lips as you brush your crimped hair from out of your face, “Yea, i-i’m just gonna—” refusing to look up, rolling away with a face full of embarrassment. Strong hand still holding onto your arm until you sat firmly along the bench. “Don’t trip, it’s a lot of people showing out for the crowd.”

“Slow sets the best to roll to.”

If it was even possible you became more embarrassed once your eyes met the person talking to you, The man being one of the smooth skaters that led one of the groups from earlier. Now that he was up close you could take him in fully, from his perfectly sculpted jawline to his tattoo covered arms. Those pearly white canines covered with custom open faced grills on display as he expressed his love for slow sets. barely even realizing you’d been staring awkwardly as you looked him over, but he paid it no mind just properly introducing himself to you. “Shit my bad I’m onyankapon, most just call me ony tho.”

“y/n.” briefly introducing yourself, “i can’t see how y’all do all this without falling on your ass..” you huffed, frustrated from the short time you spent out in the rink.

Ony laughed at your cute little pout, taking a seat next to you. He couldn’t lie you caught his eyes from the moment he saw you. Pretty skin glowing beneath the illuminated lights as you cautiously rolled within the crowd of people, lip tucked behind your pretty teeth with focus in your eyes. “Been doing this since grade school, plenty of practice.”

“but you just feel and move with the beat” he further explained, pointing out the many people that demonstrated his words. “Don’t think just let your body do all the work and it’ll come to you..”

The dj mixed into a slow set, the lights dimming into soft romantic hues as the ‘unthinkable’ remix by alicia keys and drake began blasting through the speakers. Mood quickly setting in as the skaters eased into the tempo, dj extending the intro as he shares his quick sentiment over the mic. “This for all my single people that hadn’t quite found that one, or even haven’t found the right words to say your ready for more. but ima help you get to ‘em tonight!”

Unbeknownst it was a song the both of you found yourselves listening to quite often these days. Not knowing when that right person would come into your life and changing that lonely destiny you found yourself believing more and more. Mindlessly swaying to the beat, ony gave you a quick glance before standing with his hand held out for you. Your eyes widening in panic when he suddenly ask you to skate with him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when this had been that meant to be feeling this exact song had spoken of. Not waiting for him to finally get his one on one time with you eventually while he was in his element, and if he had to take the lead then he’d do exactly that.

“oh, no, no, no.” reaching back for a seat that was no longer in your grasp, ony shooting that same charming smile that caught your sights earlier as he pulled you onto the floor against your will. “i got you pretty, you trust me..?”

A small look of uncertainty occupying your face as you look over the crowd of skaters that vanished as you look back into his sincere eyes, giving in and uneasily skating forward to get closer to his towering form. Ony met you halfway and suavely spun your body into his, arms snaking around your waist as you took a slow unsteady breath as his hands rest just above your inner thighs. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as your body grows warm from those minuscule touches. Mind filled with nothing but him in that moment, that intoxicating jimmy choo cologne took over your senses as his protective arms tightened around you. Body turning to putty as you practically melting into his arms, nothing but a soft whisper leaving your lips.

“ony..”

“just focus on me…” warm breath fanning against your skin as his lip brushed the shell of your ear, keeping you pressed flush against him. Helping guide your movement to the slow rhythmic beat of the song, your small soft hands resting atop of his comfortably. Body submissively relaxing into his as you following his lead, swaying in sync as the two of you lose yourselves in a sensual stroll “there you go, feel the beat.” tapping softly to the beat against your thigh.

Maintaining a steady speed as if there were no one else in the building but the two of you. Strolling together for the rest of the night until the dj came to a satisfied close, happy with the outcome his slow sensual set had for the day of love. The two of you walking out the building together as the muffled music leaking through the doors. “Thank you for tonight.” you smiled, nervously pushing a loose crimp behind your ear. “Your a really good instructor.”

“Well I had a good partner.” he chuckled, that charm of his now in full swing “If you ever wanted to learn some more moves, I could give you my number..”

“Maybe even make into a little weekly date.”

“Maybe..” you hummed, looking him over as you backed away towards your friends. “same day and time next week?”

“bet, I never got your number tho.” reaching for his phone, as you giggled in the distance. Testing his patience on how much time and effort he’d really put into getting to know you, Opening the passenger door with a small smirk. “I know, see you next week ony..”

Leaving ony nothing but the memory of you and a mental note to be here waiting for you the next week.

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lustspren · 1 year

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La notte delle rose nere. ft Mina & Sana

length: 10.5k words ✦

Mina, Sana, Male Character & Male Reader.

genres: sub! Mina, anal, hard sex, foursome, spitroast, DP, blowjob, squirt, oral sex, lesbian, voyeur, creampie, public sex, facefuck, facial, slight daddy kink✧

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The day had begun peacefully for you, it was Saturday, and you had gotten up early to go to the supermarket to do the month's shopping. The week was somewhat exhausting at your job, as was every week that coincided with a nominal payment, paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork, especially considering that you were the human resource’s director, but luckily everything went as expected, and right now you had no other concern than spending a nice weekend with the girl you loved the most in the hole world.

"Honey! I made a list of things we should take home, I don't know what you think," said a sweet little voice behind you as you walked into an aisle with the shopping cart still empty, you turned your body, walking now sideways so you could see her.

"Oh yeah?" you smiled seeing the enthusiasm on her face, "let me see, sweetie," she handed you a small notebook, in which the list was written, it caught your attention that it was perfectly colored and decorated.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked shyly, her hands clasped on her belly as she played with her fingers.

"Do we really need that much ice cream?" you raised both eyebrows, "and snacks?"

"Hmm, yeah?" she tilted her head, looking at you with tender eyes and blinking several times. You took a few long seconds to ‘think about it’, you even narrowed your eyes, but in the end her tenderness overcame you.

"Ugh, that's cheating, you know? But okay, you win," you stopped, only to place a small kiss on her lips, which brought a smile to her face.

Myoui Mina looked as radiant and beautiful as ever, she was a girl with simple tastes, delicate, elegant, and above all, a tender and shy person. She was wearing a purple cotton shirt, baggy jeans and her cream-colored clutch, a basic outfit, but one that she knew how to wear perfectly with her charms.

It hadn't been an easy process to get to where you two were now. You had met about three years ago when you arrived in Rome, your friends were practically non-existent there, but even so you decided to go to the cinema to see a movie you had been waiting for a long time, coincidentally, she was going to the same movie as you, accompanied with a small group of two other friends, Minatozaki Sana, and the architect of everything, Hirai Momo.

Momo was responsible for welcoming you between them. She and Sana made you feel comfortable throughout the night, they were fun, kind, and above all, exaggeratedly beautiful, but despite that, neither of them caught your attention as much as Mina did. She was quiet all night, enjoying the movie and later your conversations, laughing, nodding, and speaking only when someone asked her something or involved her, but strangely enough, her reserved, delicate and pretty aura made you fall in love from the first moment.

You exchanged numbers with all of them that night, but the only one you started talking to every day was her. The months passed, and the connection between you was formed every day until you began to forge a special bond, she was very attentive, kind and nice to you, and you made sure to reciprocate all those good feelings. It was clear that you liked each other, but neither of you managed to take that small step forward. You asked Sana for advice for many days, meditating on what would be the best way to declare yourself, but absolutely everything terrified you. The day had arrived, and you two had met in a small cafe north of the city, the conversation was difficult for you to carry, but you ended up telling her, with a long talk explaining your feelings for her included. Lucky for you, the feeling was reciprocated, and the two of you had a very nice date that day, but anyway, things didn't become official until months later, when at the most special and fun birthday party you've ever had your life, you two kissed in your room, completely alone, while Angel by Aerosmith was playing outside.

Since then your relationship hasn't changed much, she was your girlfriend now, but everything was exactly the same, with the difference that things were much more special for both of you, and you could express your love for each other in any way you wanted. You were very happy with her, and you could tell how happy she was with you, everything was perfect.

"Oh, you said you wanted a box of tea sachets, right?" you remembered, when you were passing by in front of the shelf. The cart was already half full, and a few things were missing.

"Yes! White tea," she grabbed the box of tea and dropped it on the cart, just at that moment, you and Mina received a message on your phones at the same time.

"Huh?" you took out your phone at the same time as Mina, and then you exchanged glances when you saw who the message was from.

"God, I really can't believe she's going to do it for real," she said, looking back at her phone.

"What? What thing?" You looked down at the screen, opened the message, and saw the photo she had sent you. It was an invitation to a masquerade party, too well designed in your opinion, but suspiciously worded, "did you know about this?"

"Yes, she's been planning this all month, but she didn't want to give me too many details," she put her phone in her back pocket, "what is she supposed to mean by 'a perfect night to unleash all your instincts and carnal urges'?"

"I can get an idea, but I don't want to jump to conclusions..." you replied, staring into space and touching the inside of your cheek with your tongue, "shall we go?" you turned to see her.

"You want to go?"

"I don't know, do you want to?"

"I want to go if you want to go, silly."

You looked at nothing again, but this time thinking very carefully about what decision to make, going meant taking a big risk, you didn't know what you were going to get into, and especially what you were going to get her into, but hell, no you could miss out on a potentially amazing night.

"Okay, we'll go, but that doesn't mean I'm not dying of anxiety right now."

"I know, I feel the same way," she sighed, as she looked at the products in the shopping cart, "let's finish getting everything and go home honey."

You nodded, and then set off again with the cart.

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1 week later.

The week went by much faster than you could have imagined, this was a product of the anxiety that still caused you to think about what could happen in a few hours. You and Mina bought clothes exclusively for the occasion, with nice accessories and masks included, of course, and everything was ready to go, but the feeling that you were walking into the lion's den didn’t go away even if you tried to suppress it.

You saw yourself in the mirror for a few long seconds, analyzing every possible angle; you had opted for the easy option: pants, jacket, shirt, tie, and shoes, all black.

"Oh my gosh!" Mina exclaimed as she came out of the bedroom hallway, "Darling, you look amazing! And so handsome," she smiled at you, as she looked you up and down.

You turned to meet her gaze, but yours quickly shifted to the rest of her body; Mina definitely had a fashion sense far superior to yours, you could tell by the spectacular choice of dress that she had made; it was a short, long-sleeved black dress with protruding shoulder pads and a silver-trimmed belt that encircled her waist. You looked entranced by how beautiful her body looked, but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye.

"Baby, do you have hair extensions on?" you asked innocently, taking a few steps towards her with a smile.

"Do you like it?" she cocked her head from side to side to show you the full length of her hair now perfectly ironed and styled.

"God, you're going to be the most beautiful girl in the place, I'm not even exaggerating," you took her by the waist and brought her closer to your body, to gave her a small peck on the lips, "hey, we have to go, the party started at 9 and it's almost 10 o'clock."

"Let's go then!"

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All the way you couldn't do anything but wonder how the hell Momo had managed to rent a villa in Olgiata, one of the most prestigious areas in all of Italy, you knew the place only from photos, and you never thought that you could visit it one day, but it was a truly beautiful territory, no matter which way you looked, there were meadows adorned with beautiful houses and vineyards that, despite being at night, completely dazzled the landscape.

"Damn, do you have any idea how much the cheapest parcel should cost?" you said, one hand on the wheel and the other on Mina's hand.

"I don't know, but I'm concerned about the means by which Momo got a place here," she replied, looking out the window.

"Her parents?"

"She doesn't keep in touch with any of them, bad relationship I guess," she sighed.

"Oh… that sucks."

"But," she continued, turning to look at you, "she loves her sister, who does have a good relationship with her parents."

"Do you think she got it for her?"

"Who knows, I know her father is a wealthy businessman here in Italy, but nothing else," she shrugged.

"Well, great," you looked straight ahead, when a few meters ahead you saw the villa whose address was written on the invitation, "it's here, put on your mask."

When you parked next to all the cars lined up along the narrow road and turned off the car, the first thing you noticed was, of course, the blaring music coming from inside. The villa was surrounded by tall, perfectly trimmed bushes, and adorned on the inside by some tall trees.

"Well here we go, are you ready?" you said, after putting on the mask and turning to look at her, "wow, that mask really enhances your eyes, you look like a... what do they call it here in Italy? Oh yeah, un cigno nero."

"A black swan, huh?" she giggled, "alright, I'll act like it then, come on."

You and Mina got out of the car and went to the sidewalk, skirted the bushes and found the entrance to the villa, which consisted of a couple of stone steps that led to a small roundabout with a tree in the middle, it was there when you both could see in all its splendor the spectacular mansion that stood a few meters from the garden through which you were entering.

"This is amazing, what the fuck..." you said, genuinely impressed.

The two-story house had a beautiful Mediterranean architecture, which immediately reminded you of a Renaissance painting that you could perfectly see in a museum, only with a slight contemporary touch that achieved a perfect balance between historical eras.

You walked with Mina down the stone path, past a circular pool and a few ornamental pieces placed at random spots in the garden. She held your hand, and despite the fact that before she seemed confident, you could see out of the corner of your eye how she saw the place like a little scared puppy.

"What? Why are all the windows covered?" Mina pointed with her finger.

You hadn't noticed it at first, but she was right, all the windows were covered from the inside with what seemed to be black curtains, you had never seen such a thing in the house where a party was taking place.

"Okay, this is beyond suspicious, it's strange and creepy," you said somewhat worried, letting out a sigh. Mina squeezed your hand harder, while you stood in front of the double doors.

You took a few seconds to take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves, and finally you rang the bell; long seconds passed, but no one opened, so you decided to ring the bell a second time, another long seconds passed, until the doors were opened wide by a voluptuous sexy woman. Hirai Momo herself, wearing a long-sleeved red dress made of fine silk, it was long, but had a side slit that allowed her to fully show off her creamy toned left leg.

"Damn! You guys are arriving so late, I thought you wouldn't come," she said smiling while biting her lower lip a little.

"Can you explain to us why the windows are boarded up and how you got this place?" Mina asked without even saying hello, she wasn't upset, but she was really puzzled.

"Oh come on, relax princess, I'll answer all your questions, but let's move on first," she replied, as she only gave you a quick wink before turning around for the two of you to follow her.

"Gosh, really, this girl," Mina snorted.

"Calm down honey, come on," you took the lead and walked in with her, closing the doors behind you. You three were in a corridor that led to a second and this time the final entrance, Momo standing in front of it waiting for you. The crystals blurred what was happening behind, but you saw movement, a lot of movement... and skin.

"Momo... what's going on-" Mina started, but Momo interrupted her.

"Honey, there won't be anything you haven't seen before, it'll just be a little… ingrandito" she turned her back on you, and opened the door to reveal what was going on inside.

Ingrandito meant magnified. And it certainly was.

It was a sex party.

In front of your eyes was what you thought was the most bizarrely lascivious scene you could witness in your entire life, there was no other way to say it, there were people fucking everywhere, many completely naked and with only the mask on, and others with different items of clothing still on their bodies, but after all they all had the same thing in common. You had no idea where to look, since naked people weren't just fucking and that's it, they were also walking freely around, chatting or dancing. Of course, not everyone was completely or half naked, there were people still dressed, just enjoying the scene, among them you could see a girl dangerously similar to Sana, watching a guy fucking a girl against the column in front of her.

You simply didn’t have words to say at that moment, it was so much the shock of the moment and the different focuses of attention that you couldn’t produce any sound. You saw Mina out of the corner of your eye, and the poor thing had only managed to bring her hand to her mouth while she saw everything, her eyes wide open.

"So? What do you think? Wonderful, isn't it?" Right next to Momo, a man in a suit passed by with a tray with glasses of what seemed to be pina coladas, she didn't hesitate to grab one.

"Hirai Momo… you better… have an explanation," Mina said, not looking at her, but at a couple of girls kissing a few meters to her right.

You had already assimilated the initial shock, but that didn't make you less upset about how she had deceived you and Mina.

"What? Don't you guys fuck? Come on!" She laughed out loud, then took a sip of her pina colada, "Besides, you need to break that shyness a bit, sweetie, it was the perfect opportunity."

"You fucking b…" you clenched your fists, but swallowed the insult, "I mean, of course we… fuck," you said with slightly hot cheeks, "But this is going too far! Who says she wants to do that?!" you finally claimed.

"Well I don't know, she doesn't seem to be complaining," Momo pointed her chin at her.

You turned to look at her, realizing that her breathing was agitated and that she looked a little uncomfortable, but above all, you found her biting her lip while she was watching a girl being face fucked.

"Baby?" you said, and she turned to see you with eyes that you rarely saw in her. She was horny as fuck.

"Well, I have some things to put in order for the rest of the night, I'll see you guys in a bit!" she winked at you again, and left you two alone there.

"Honey..." Mina hugged your arm tightly, looking around, "let's go to a room, please, I need to calm down."

"I… fuck, sure," you swallowed, noticing that a few meters to your left Momo was handjobing an unknown man when he was close to cum.

Mina broke away from your arm and grabbed your hand to start walking out of the main focus of people. Staying focused on looking for an empty room was a stupidly difficult task, there were at least 3 couples fucking per square meter of the house, and if that wasn't enough, many of them stared at you as if they wanted you to join. Neither you nor she made eye contact, but the temptation to peek was always there.

On the ground floor you found nothing, all the rooms were either occupied or closed, so you had no choice but to go up to the second floor, where apparently there were far fewer people; in the corridors you did not find anyone, all the noise came from inside the rooms; you walked and walked for a while, until you put your ear to a door to make sure there was no one inside.

"This one is free, let's go," just as you put your hand on the knob a female voice foreign to Mina's suddenly spoke to you from behind.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

You and Mina probably got the scare of their lives, both of you turned around startled to find yourself face to face with the woman you had seen a few minutes ago.

"S-Sana?" Mina asked.

"Hi Minari," she tilted her head slightly with an innocent smile. The mask did little to hide her identity, the shape of her body and her smile gave her away.

"Were you following us? You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, Minatozaki," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in denial.

"I just wanted to see what you were up to, sorry," she shrugged.

"You knew about all this? Minatozaki Sana, why didn't you tell me?" Mina was hardly ever violent, but this time she gave Sana constant little nudges on her arm.

"Hey hey! That's enough," she grabbed her wrist to stop her, "yeah, of course I knew, but if I had told you, you'd never come."

"Ugh! I hate you so much!" Mina complained with a small growl, "now I'm in a house full of strangers having sex everywhere, and I'm horny as fuck!"

The three of you looked surprised at her own words, Mina quickly realized what she had said, so she put her hand to her mouth while her cheeks turned red.

"Oh, is that so?" Sana's innocent smile turned somewhat mischievous, and her eyes began to cover every part of your bodies, without even bothering to hide it.

"U-uh... no! I mean, ugh!" Mina shrieked, covering her face with her hands.

"But that's perfectly fine, sweetie," Sana took a step forward, taking advantage of the fact that Mina wasn't looking to bring a finger to your parted lips, and from there slowly lowering it down your torso until it reached your crotch, where without any warning she gave your cock a firm squeeze.

Your eyes widened and you took a small step back to get away from her hand, but seeing her face flushed with malevolence and mischief, and her curvaceous sexy body, you gave her no sign that you hadn’t liked that.

Sana giggled looking at you, then stood behind Mina, put her hands on her waist, and approached her ear.

"Wouldn't you love to choke on your very, very handsome boyfriend's cock?" she said quietly, followed by another giggle.

Mina was startled when she felt Sana's voice in her ear, and she took her hands from her face to turn around, her face was completely flushed.

"Hey! W-what are you doing? What are you talking about?" Sana was still holding onto her waist, so the two of them were now face to face. Mina watched Sana's face and lips, and a few quick glances at her neck and cleavage.

"Is there something wrong? I mean, I don't think it's something you haven't done before, right?" Sana had a constant innocent smirk as she took it upon herself to turn you both on, and she certainly was getting it. You didn't know how far this was going to go, but you decided to let things flow.

"I… no!" Mina bit her lip, already desperate and avoiding Sana's seductive gaze.

"Come on cutie, let's fuck…" Sana broke away from Mina and came to stand behind you, her chin in your shoulder, "Don't you think we deserve this big, juicy, throbbing cock inside our tight Japanese pussies?" she said as she squeezed your cock through your pants again, this time making it rock hard.

"W-What are you doing grabbing my boyfriend's cock? That... that's not right!" Mina exclaimed with fake annoyance, but you and Sana both knew that underneath all that edgy, icy facade, was a soaked fucking pussy.

"I know it's not right, but you like how I do it… don't you?" Sana was now constantly squeezing and massaging the bulge in your pants, "And I can do this too," she placed her tongue on your neck, giving it a long lick that sent shivers through your entire body.

"Can you… suck his cock?" Mina asked in the most tender way she could for a question like that. Your heart skipped a beat, you didn't expect your girlfriend, all innocent and pretty, to turn into this. Seeing so many people fucking in different possible ways woke up something in her that you didn't know existed, and it was all the fault of a certain Japanese woman who wasn't with you at the time.

"Do you really want that, Minari?" she asked, as she placed little kisses on your neck, "I have no problem with that, but we should know what your pretty boyfriend thinks."

You went blank for a moment, part of you knew that the right thing to do was to grab Mina and get out of there as quickly as possible, go home, and see how to handle the situation, but damn, an opportunity like that one wasn't going to appear twice.

"I… let's go inside," you finally decided.

Sana broke away from you and opened the door behind her, motioning for you to enter the room. So you did, and the one who closed the door again was you. The lights in the quaint bedroom you had entered were already on; it was one of the two rooms that you noticed from the outside that had a balcony with two chairs and a small table, and it was also full of pretty plants and perfectly cared vines, a double bed, and a nightstand next to it with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Wow, what a nice view," Sana mentioned, looking at the scenery through the billowing curtains that led to the balcony, they certainly were, you were at a height where you could see acres and acres of beautiful countryside. She took her phone out of her handbag for a moment, and you could see that she was texting someone, but you couldn't see who. When she sent the message, she put the phone away again and placed it on top of the dresser, "Oh yeah, where we were?"

Mina had sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed when Sana fell to her knees in front of you, her face right in front of your bulge.

"And tell me, do you like messy or slow blowjobs?" Sana asked, biting her lower lip, undoing your belt and then unbuttoning your pants.

"Suck that cock any way you like, I don't care," you said, looking at her and then at your girlfriend, who had already pushed her dress up above her waist and had one hand tucked inside her black panties.

"As you wish," Sana lowered your pants and boxers to your ankles, freeing your throbbing cock and smacking her cheek with it, which made her giggle, "God… look at this perfect piece of meat, I wonder how it will feel inside my pussy," she licked her lips and took you right into her mouth, with a nice deep moan that made you gasp.

Her mouth moved just a few inches beyond your tip, giving you slow sucks and licks around it; she took her hand to your balls, squeezed them very delicately and began to massage them while she was taking more of your cock. When she reached the middle of your shaft and her head pumps became ever faster, you could hear Mina's unmistakable sweet moans as she rubbed her own slit, you glanced at her, and noticed that her panties were now on the floor, and she was spread-legged on the bed as she did it.

Sana's hand went from being on your balls, to now holding the base of your cock with two firm fingers, this to hold it in place and to be able to move her head at whatever angles she wanted; She teased you by slowing down her blowjob, then began pumping her head hard, her lips moving from your tip to almost touching her own fingers.

After a few seconds giving you a messy blowjob, Sana stopped abruptly when she reached your base, pushing a little more until her nose rested against your pubis. You couldn't help but let out a moan, close your eyes and purse your lips, wishing she would never get away from your cock. But you couldn't always get what you wished for. Sana took you out of her mouth and took a deep breath, as she quickly jerked you off.

"Hey, Minari, why don't you come over here and have a taste?" Sana said to Mina, her mouth all spittle, which she then spit back onto your dick.

Mina didn't even think twice before getting off the bed and kneeling next to Sana.

"Honey, I want you to fuck my mouth, please, I need it," Mina begged you, holding onto your thighs with her hands.

"Yeah, fuck her mouth, daddy, your little princess is so in need of it," Sana teased, placing small kisses on your balls and on your inner thighs.

"Do you want me not to be too rough with you dear?" you asked Mina, cupping the side of her face with your hand and caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"Oh no, please don't hold back, I want you to make a mess of me," she replied, slowly removing your hand from her face to open her mouth wide and stick the tongue out.

You were going to do the honors yourself, but Sana took the upper hand; she took your cock between her fingers, and guided it directly to your girlfriend's mouth; your shaft slid inside her, slowly and halfway, where Mina already had a little struggle in her throat until she coughed.

"Oh baby, don't you know how to take it to the throat?" Sana asked, as she caressed Mina's hair out of her face, "You just have to get used to it inch by inch, come on, you can do it."

This time you introduced your cock into your girlfriend's mouth, and repeated the process until you reached the middle, Mina closed her eyes and clung to your thighs while you pushed as carefully as possible, you felt that she was forcing herself too much, and she soon proved it when she let out some choking sounds. Sana kept caressing Mina's hair, but when she tried to back away, she grabbed the nape of her neck and held her in place.

After a few seconds your cock slid a few more inches, almost reaching your base, but that was more than enough to give her what she wanted.

"Sana, baby, could you hold her hair? And take off those masks, I want to see your faces well," you ordered with a slight imperative tone in your voice.

"Sure daddy!" She seemed to be looking forward to it for a long time, because she took off her mask in a matter of seconds, and also Mina's. After she threw both masks away, Sana grabbed all of your girlfriend's hair in a messy ponytail, giving you the green light to start moving your hips slowly.

You didn't dare to go faster than you were going, not while it looked like she was going to vomit every time your tip touched her uvula, but as time went by her throat adapted to the constant harassment of your cock, that's when you started moving your hips faster and faster.

It was a matter of seconds before her eye makeup began to smudge from the little tears that spilled out of her eyes, and the saliva in her mouth began to spill as your cock slid in and out of her warm mouth. Sana didn't lose her grip on Mina's hair, not even when she brought her free hand between your girlfriend's legs and slipped two of her fingers inside her. Mina went crazy between moans that were muffled by your cock and by the constant gag sounds that emanated from her throat. But just when you were closer to your peak, and Mina was about to cum all over Sana's fingers, the bedroom door was flung open.

The fright made you jump out of Mina's mouth, and you instinctively covered your crotch. Mina also covered herself, she seemed even more scared than you, but when she saw who she was, and who she was with, her face softened, but still seemed uneasy. The only one who was neither surprised nor scared was Sana.

"Momorin! Finally!" Sana applauded with a smile, "Oh, and he's…?"

Hirai Momo was standing in the doorway, still dressed but her dress was a little out of place, and showing more cleavage than usual, and next to her stood a man about 5.4 feet tall, short brown hair, short square beard, and a robust, muscular and hairy body, completely naked.

"I'm so sorry, but I can't join you, I have to make sure nothing gets out of hand down there," Momo said with a ragged breath, then glanced at the man next to her, "But, I'm sure that my friend Piero will be a very pleasant company."

When she said that she didn't even give you time to answer her back, she just pushed Piero into the room and disappeared from there by closing the door. Now you were locked in with a stranger.

"I'm going to ask it just once and I want you to tell me the truth, Minatozaki," you warned, looking down to meet her gaze, "it was you, wasn't it? The one who told Momo we were here."

"Yeah, it was me," she shrugged, "but my intention was for Momo to join, not him. Nothing personal," she clarified, looking at the man.

"Non preoccuparti" he said, just standing there. He seemed like a respectful and nice guy, since he didn't try anything weird without anyone's permission.

"Very good," you nodded, then sighed. Mina gave Piero discreet glances, especially at what he had between his legs, "Parlare inglese?" you asked the man.

"I can understand you well, but I can't answer you that well," he replied with a thick accent.

"Okay, you can join, but please don't do anything I don't tell you, okay?"

"Understood," he agreed.

"Baby, you're okay with this, right? I must say I'm overwhelmed by all of this, but I'm only concerned about you," you asked Mina with total sweetness, as if you weren't making her choke on your cock until a few seconds ago.

"This is the first and last time we'll do this, so we better seize the moment," she winked at you.

"Got it," you smiled at her, then turned to Piero, "Undress her, please" you pointed your chin at Sana, "I'll take care of my girlfriend."

"Oh hello handsome!" Sana said with a giggle as she stood up and saw that Piero was walking towards her, when they were face to face, their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Sana grabbed the man's cock while he took his hands behind her back to begin to take off her dress.

You grabbed Mina's hands and helped her getting up, putting your arms around her waist and crashing your lips against hers. As you kissed her your hands went into action, quickly unzipping her dress and removing it from her arms and then from the rest of her body, the only vestige of clothing left on her was her black strapless bra, which you removed as well.

"Now let me help you honey," Mina murmured against your lips, putting her hands on your jacket and beginning to unbutton it. It was a bit of a slow process, but after a few seconds, you and she were completely naked in front of each other. You glanced at Sana and Piero, realizing that Sana was already on her knees and naked, sucking on the man's cock. Your gaze indiscreetly roamed Sana's voluptuous and fleshy body, her tits were round, firm and perfect, creamy legs, and an ass even more perfect than her tits.

"Hey Sana," you called out to her, and she stopped to look at you, her face flushed with pleasure, "why don't you come over here and share our cocks?" Sana's eyes seemed to light up like two streetlights.

"Yes daddy! I'd be delighted," she nodded, then stood up.

"Can I call you daddy too?" asked Piero, trying to create a fun atmosphere, and he certainly succeeded, because Sana and Mina let out a little laugh.

"No, now come here."

You stood facing him, and he walked to stand in front of you. Mina and Sana understood the message, and they knelt one on your right side and the other on your left side, respectively. Neither of the two girls wasted any time, Sana took your cock, Mina took the man's, and they both took you straight into their mouths. Sana was pumping her head at a not so fast and not so slow pace, hardly anything messy like a few minutes ago, but this time, the way she used her tongue to explore and stimulate every part of your shaft was driving you crazy every time she she took you into her mouth; plus you had another added attraction, and it was her delicious naked body in all splendor, which you had to admit that you wanted to be able to contemplate since you met her.

Mina on the other hand was putting into practice everything she had learned from Sana a few minutes ago, replicating exactly the same kind of messy and sloppy blowjob, but you couldn't pay much attention to her, not when Sana demanded your eyes on her as she took you to deep down her throat for a few seconds, then let go of your cock to take a quick breath and plunge almost immediately into it again.

It wasn't long until Mina moved away from Piero's cock and turned to kiss your balls, Sana took you out of her mouth too, and they both coordinated to start kissing and licking the sides of your shaft until they reached the tip, where they shared a momentary passionate kiss before Sana now began to focus on Piero.

Now the one who had a free hand to do what she wanted with your cock was Mina, who didn't hesitate for a moment to treat it for what it was, a treasure of hers and for her, she kissed your shaft all over, with slow licks from your balls to your tip to then give you small suctions on it. When she was sure that she had adored your cock enough, she plunged straight into it, bringing her nose directly to your pelvis; a moan escaped from your mouth as you felt your tip brush against her throat. She couldn't hold it there for more than 2 seconds, but you still appreciated the effort, as she was doing amazing.

"Fuck, I'm so close honey," you warned Mina, who started pumping her head to the perfect rhythm that you loved.

"Me too," Piero told Sana, his hand on her head.

"Make her swallow it, we don't want them dirty yet," you ordered between gasps.

The wet sounds of their blowjobs were the only sound in the room for the next whole minute, the two girls were locked in their work, both with different ways of doing it but with the same goal, a goal that wasn’t long in coming. Both you and Piero held the girls by the neck, taking control yourselves to explode inside their mouths. Mina clung to your hip with one hand as you continually rocked it back and forth, sending multiple streams of your thick load straight down her throat.

You gave her one last slow thrust, reaching down her throat once more before pulling your cock out of her mouth. Mina looked at you with a restless breath, to then meet Sana's gaze, they both stared at each other for a few seconds, before opening a space for them to kiss.

You dedicated yourself for the next 30 seconds to watch as the two girls dedicated themselves to sharing saliva and doing a dance between their tongues, still filled with some of your cum.

"Now, who wants to be spitroasted first?" you asked, caressing the necks of both girls.

"We must please the little princess, right?" Sana replied as she separated from her kiss with Mina, who seemed even hornier and wanting more.

"What about you?"

"I don't mind waiting as long as I can help," she winked at you.

"Fair enough." you nodded.

You grabbed Mina's hands and helped her stand up to surround her body with your arms, you kissed her for a few seconds, until you made her move back towards the bed; she sat down on the edge of it, but immediately scooted further towards the center of the mattress and lay on her back, legs spread wide so the three of you could see her juicy pussy in all its glory.

"Sana, would you help us get them up again?" you asked her, while you held her chin and caressed it with your thumb.

"Of course daddy," she grinned, highlighting her tender cheeks. An interesting contrast.

Sana reached out with both hands until she took both of your cocks in her fingers, squeezed them firmly, and then began to move her arms slowly at first in case either of you were still sensitive, but soon she began to jerk you two off aggressively, until you were hard again.

"You know what to do, mate," you nodded to Piero, pointing at Mina with your eyes.

"Oh, do I?" he asked as you got on the bed and positioned yourself between Mina's legs.

"Don't make me repeat it."

You leaned forward, planting a few kisses on Mina's neck and jaw until you reached her mouth, where you also gave her a few small kisses as you rubbed the tip of your cock against her slit. You noticed that Piero had stood on the opposite edge of the bed, and he made a sign that you understood immediately. You held your girlfriend's body firmly and moved her forward on her mattress, so that her head was dangling off the bed, meeting Piero's balls and cock.

With everything ready, you didn't want to make her wait any longer, so you aligned your cock with her entrance and with a slow but firm thrust of your hips you were balls deep inside Myoui Mina's pussy. Your girlfriend let out a nice long moan, but the ability to make any sound was deprived of her as Piero also pushed his cock into her mouth, Mina instinctively stuck her tongue out, as he slowly began to slide in and out of her mouth, and you fucked her without applying much speed from the beginning.

The sensation of being inside Mina's hot and soft pussy wasn’t new to you, obviously, but you still wanted to dedicate yourself to feeling it completely with each thrust you gave her; it would have taken you longer, if it weren't for the fact that Piero wasn't having any mercy with your girlfriend's throat, he had his hands resting on her tits, and he moved his hips between gasps and grunts.

To balance things out, you decided to follow the rhythm he was using, fucking her pussy with equally strong and aggressive thrusts. Mina went crazy trying to hold on to something, her moans didn't produce any sound, so they stayed as simple grunts. Sana on the other hand, had climbed on the bed as a simple spectator, but all of a sudden she got up and knelt next to Mina's torso, bringing her two salivated fingers to your girlfriend’s pussy, to rub her clit while you continued pounding her.

"You want to make her cum fast so your turn can come, don't you? Fucking slut," you growled, glancing at Sana with the corner of your eye as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit, making Mina shake wildly between tremors.

"Oh of course not! How could you think that?" she faked, not caring how fake it sounded tho.

"Come here..." you reached out a hand to grab Sana's neck and pulled her towards you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that lacked any finesse, and rather was caught up in the intense and agitated moment.

You kept moving your hips as fast as you could, giving your girlfriend's body a strong shake with each thrust, inevitably you moved her place, but Piero kept a tight grip on her neck to hold her so she wouldn't fall. You were both giving your all to fuck both of Mina's holes with the dedication that she deserved, not to mention the extra stimulus that Sana was applying to her pussy while the two of you were still kissing, all this led to a sudden explosion of pleasure in Mina, who jerked between violent spasms as her walls tightened around your cock. Her muscular contractions made Piero come out of her throat at will, allowing her to moan as much as she wanted. Mina's moans weren't especially loud, but they were pretty and sexy, perfect with her personality.

Short and leisurely movements were the only thing you kept giving your girlfriend while she was still having her orgasm. You let a few seconds pass waiting for her body to relax, until you finally pulled your fluid-soaked cock out of her pussy.

"Rest for now darling," you told Mina between hectic breaths when you separated from the kiss with Sana, "it's time to give our little friend what she deserves," with the help of Piero himself you moved Mina to the side of the bed, near the pillows, in a way that she could be comfortable while resting. Her face was flushed, and her gaze was lost in what seemed like an attempt to assimilate what was happening, you only left a small kiss on her lips, and when you looked back at Sana, she was already in a perfect and hot doggystyle pose, with her face on the edge of the bed and her ass perfectly arched for you.

"You're going to cum inside me right?" Sana asked you with a voice full of mischief, "I want to feel daddy's hot thick load inside my slutty pussy," she rocked her butt slowly from side to side for you.

"Keep quiet and choke on that cock like a good girl," before she could reply Piero unkindly grabbed her by the hair and plunged her fully into his cock, going right down her throat in one thrust. Sana tried to free herself to speak, but her failed attempts were reflected in loud gag sounds.

You took advantage of the moment to position yourself behind her and raise your hand, letting it fall in an exaggeratedly strong spank that came loaded with a combination of anger, frustration, revenge and passion. Sana immediately stopped trying to break free to moan in response, but you weren't going to let her do that either; you made a sign to Piero, and he started fucking Sana's mouth once more, and this time he was being even harder than with Mina.

With that problem solved, it was time to focus on the main attraction. You licked two of your fingers, running them up and down repeatedly through Sana's slit, testing how wet her pink pussy was; You couldn't help but insert your thumb a couple of times inside her just to tease, but you couldn't resist the temptation yourself. You took your cock and quickly lined it up, then slid all the way into Sana's pussy.

The sensation was completely different from being inside Mina, Sana felt a lot tighter and wetter, and it felt like your cock was being engulfed by her silky folds. It didn't take long for you to start moving your hips with strong thrusts, her ass crashing against your pelvis every time your cock went in and out.

A long but low moan escaped you as you clung to Sana's waist, using it as a support to keep your pace. It was satisfying for you to know that not only her pussy was being well filled, but also her mouth and throat. Piero was completely destroying her face, she wasn't wearing too much makeup, but the little that she had began to stain due to the tears and the huge amount of saliva that spilled from her mouth. Your thrusts didn’t stop for a single moment, you gave Sana another strong spank on the other buttock, and then you stretched out your arm so you could grab a handful of her hair and pull it towards you, forcing Piero to bring one foot up on the bed to be able to move comfortably.

You were already very close to your final peak since the session with Mina a few minutes ago, and of course fucking Sana so hard and well didn't mitigate that tingling feeling in your tummy. You had to really stay focused not to cum at that precise moment, but it was fucking complicated, not even the most mentally strong man in the world could have resisted filling that tight Japanese pussy all at once, but for some reason there you were, putting all your effort to last just a little longer so that Sana could continue to be well fucked.

Your luck with willpower couldn't be replicated by Piero, who only managed to hold on for a few more seconds before once again burying Sana completely against his cock to cum straight down her throat. He held her there throughout his orgasm until he finally released her from his grasp, you quickly seized the moment to grab her once more by the hair and pull her upright, so that her back was now almost resting against your chest, she hadn't even managed to close her mouth when you did that, so a good part of the fluids inside her mouth fell directly to the mattress.

From that position you were finally able to let go of her hair, to take your two hands to her neck and firmly squeeze your fingers around it while you fucked her with all your might. Again, Sana's moans didn't quite come out of her mouth, they all seemed muffled and compressed in her throat like growls. You had her sweaty back now right against your chest, and her soft brown hair filled your nostrils with the rich smell of chocolate. Soon your willpower would be of no use at all, the explosion of pleasure came to you suddenly and violently, held back for a while but finally released. You gave Sana a strong first thrust, shooting the first spurts of your load into her wet walls; you released her neck, letting her fall face down against her mattress, for you to firmly squeeze both of her buttocks as you continued to fill her. A few more hip movements were enough for Sana's pussy to be completely filled with your cum.

You pulled out your cock, letting all the cum leak out of her pussy and slowly spill out through her slit and then onto the mattress. You felt exhausted, all the energy was drained from your body in a matter of seconds, but you still had a job to do.

You took one hand to Sana's buttock, while the other went straight to her pussy to introduce your index and middle fingers inside her. You started moving your wrist as fast as you could, turning Sana into a quivering mess between loud moans. The extremely wet sounds of your fingers pumping against her pussy filled the room together with her screams of pleasure, and it took just under a minute to make the girl have her long-awaited and intense orgasm.

Her spasms were so intense that she could no longer keep her butt up, now she was completely lying on her stomach as she came on your fingers. You moved the wrist for a little while more until you felt her orgasm had passed, and with Sana already satisfied and fulfilled, you finally let yourself fall against the mattress, your head just falling on the abdomen of your girlfriend, who had been watching all.

"Did you have fun, honey?" Mina asked with the tenderness that characterized her, looking at you with a little smile and caressing your hair.

"Oh fuck yeah," you replied, still gasping, "and you?"

"Of course..." she paused for a few seconds as she looked at you and then at Piero, who was lying on his back next to Sana's ass, "but I'm still not satisfied, you know?"

"No?" You raised both eyebrows in surprise, "Are you telling me you want to get fucked again?"

"Why not? I'm your girlfriend, your sweet pretty princess, you can't say no to me," Mina sat up so she could look down at you, "besides, none of you have fucked my ass yet."

Hearing that, Piero suddenly turned to look at her like a dog that has just heard a whistle, and you couldn't even assimilate that it was the same Mina who was shy even with the waiters in restaurants.

"Honey, just say what you want, and we'll give it to you."

"I want you both to fuck me… at the same time, I don't care who has which hole," she said biting her lip.

"Shit… uh, very good," you sighed, "but please give us a little break, my man and I can't even bear our souls right now."

"But I'm fine," said Piero.

"Shut up. You're exhausted and your very body weighs you down," you replied back. Mina could only laugh.

"You have to understand, Minari," Sana said in a weak voice, looking at the three of you face down, "he could barely resist my pussy, it's normal for him to feel like he ran a marathon."

"Zitto, slut."

"Is that so, darling? Don't you have the energy for your pretty baby anymore?" Mina teased, caressing your face with the back of her hand.

"Agh fuck, come here," you settled horizontally on the bed, but not before grabbing a pillow and resting your head on it. You subtly motioned with your eyes for Mina to climb on top of you, and she did, squeezing her strong, smooth thighs on either side of your torso, her pussy now brushing against the back of your shaft.

"Piero, Momo told me that in all the bedrooms there are things to use in the drawers," Sana intervened, "you know what to do."

Piero disappeared from your range of vision, but at that moment you could only focus on Mina's deep and charming eyes, full of desire for what she was about to go through. She reached between your bodies to take your limp cock between her fingers and begin to rub it slowly for a few seconds, then simply pressed her slit against it and leaned on your shoulders, rocking her hips back and forth until your manhood got hard again.

The direct contact between your cock and her pussy made her impatient too quickly, and without a second thought, she lifted her hips and grabbed your cock with one hand to set it straight, taking you deep inside her once more with a strong smash against your pelvis.

The smash was so strong that it even made you lose your breath for a moment, but she had quite enjoyed it judging by her long moan as she felt you fill her pussy again. Your girlfriend began to move her hips up and down, with slow strokes that made your cock go in and out completely; she put her hands on your chest, but they moved little by little until they rested on your neck, her pretty face infused with pleasure hovered just above your face, and it didn't take long for her to close that distance when she crashed her lips against yours.

While you and Mina were wrapped up in an intense kiss full of passion, all between the smashes that her round and big ass gave against your pelvis, you felt a greater weight climb on the bed again; You separated from the kiss to see what it was about, but you only managed to see how Piero positioned himself behind Mina's ass with his knees bent, and his feet on the mattress each one on the sides of your torso.

"Peach-scented lube? What a coincidence," he said, then placed a hand on Mina's lower back to stop her from moving, "is this the first time you're going to get fucked in the ass?" he asked her as he poured lube over his cock and a little over Mina's hole.

"Ah… yes, please be good to me," she gasped, looking over her shoulder at him.

You stood completely still as you looked at Mina's face, wanting to see how she would react. Piero flexed his knees even more, until he reached the perfect height where he could align his lubricated cock with your girlfriend's ass; Mina held her breath as he barely inserted his tip inside her, that alone made her face wrinkle, but as her ass was filled inch by inch with thick meat, her face distorted with pleasure at now having two cocks buried deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she murmured under her breath between small moans, she somehow clung to your face without hurting you, since her eyes were closed, and that was the precise moment when you and Piero you coordinated to start fucking her.

You planted your feet on the bed, and began to move your hips up and down at the same speed with which she was moving before; Piero did so too, slipping in and out of her ass with ease but careful not to hurt her as she got used to the sensation.

Your hands went to her waist, which was the only possible place on her body where you could hold on while you kept the pace slow and leisurely, but it was enough for you to feel how Piero began to pound harder and harder against your girlfriend’s ass so that you could dedicate yourself to catch up the pace, driving Mina completely crazy on top of you. Her moans were like music to your ears, and to see her face completely submerged in ecstasy, a splendid work of art, you knew that your body at this point could no longer give more of itself, but somehow you drew out an energy reserve before unknown to you; the situation ignited faster than gunpowder, Mina was now taking two cocks through different holes, at a speed that did nothing but make her shake like a rag doll.

Mina had the urge to drop her face to one side of yours and hug to your head tightly, now you could feel her moans and gasps right against your ear, which served you as gasoline to continue fucking her with the same intensity you fucked Sana with a minutes ago. Your arms surrounded your girlfriend's torso in a warm hug that kept her still in her place. Piero on the other hand had already lost his fear of doing her any kind of harm, so he was pounding her big ass like she deserved it, strong and deep.

Fucking her obviously wasn't feeling great just for her, your thrusts up and down were between gasps and low moans, her pussy was extremely wet, and it felt more fucking amazing than ever. You wished you could be grabbing her ass right then, but for the moment you'd given the privilege to Piero, who was holding onto both of her buttocks as he filled her ass with thick throbbing meat.

"Look at the innocent and sweet princess Myoui Mina," Sana said from the side of you in a seductive voice, followed by a giggle. Amidst all the excitement you hadn't noticed her presence again, but she was just watching, her legs wide open and the fingers of one hand rubbing her pussy, "Who would have imagined that she could enjoy so much like two cocks filled her."

It was clear that none of the three of you could respond to her taunts or even give her your full attention, but you could still hear her. Mina was the only one who managed to turn her face to be able to see her between intense whimpers.

"Are you enjoying it, cutie?" Sana asked, "You love how they fill you up, don't you? And how they use you like a pretty fragile sex toy. I bet deep down that's what you've always wanted, to be completely torn apart while being fucked."

All of Sana's dirty talk to Mina escalated her pleasure even more, and within seconds, your girlfriend exploded in an intense orgasm that did little to even compare to the first; her pussy contracted violently, and her body spasmed, shaking her as electric shocks from a taser gun, while her fluids shot towards your cock in a slight squirt, something you never thought she would be able to do so far; you had no choice but to let your cock out of her pussy while it kept dripping and she kept shaking between intense cries of pleasure. You and Piero gave her a little rest, until her spasms were now controlled and her orgasm had passed. You were about to continue, but Sana interrupted you.

"Daddy, I don't think she can take it anymore for now, she must be very sensitive," Sana wailed, looking at all the mess your girlfriend was made, "Why don't you cum on her face? It would be a waste not to paint a canvas that expensive and pretty."

You and Piero listened to Sana for some reason, both coming out of Mina to help her kneel on the bed; Sana jumped to her aid as well, kneeling behind her to hold onto her shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. Your girlfriend's face looked completely different from what you were used to, full of lust, red with pleasure, her mouth parted and her eyes somewhat weak. You both stood in front of her, your cocks floating together over her face as you began to quickly jerk off.

"That's it, give all your load to this pretty and innocent princess," Sana grabbed Mina's hair in a ponytail to push it out of her face and then gave her a peck on the cheek, "she's been a very good girl this night," your girlfriend managed to nod, sticking out her tongue.

Mina could only look into your eyes and you into hers, and with the passing of the seconds you exploded first, followed by Piero a few seconds later; the cum began to paint Mina's face in all possible corners, long thick strips of thick load falling on her forehead, her mouth, her tongue, her nose and her cheeks from both directions, even Sana received a little unintentionally, which made her let out a mischievous giggle. Your girlfriend's face was now almost completely covered by white, which you would have found funny if it weren't for the fact that your legs collapsed, making you fall sideways on the bed.

"Oh shit, I think I'm dead now," was the last thing Piero said before staggering out of bed until he fell face up on the floor.

You were the only one who stayed there to watch your girlfriend pick up the cum that had fallen on her tongue to swallow it, while Sana helped her clean herself, holding her by the neck to run her tongue all over her face, picking up everything she could and then spit it back into Mina's mouth. They repeated that hot process a couple of times, until Mina's face was clean, sticky, but clean.

You didn't have the energy to say anything else, you just settled in the middle of the bed and rested your head on a comfortable pillow. Sana and Mina joined you, each one on one side of your body, both of them raised one of their legs to your body, and then they hugged you.

"I hope you enjoyed this," Sana said quietly, looking at Mina and then at you, "You don't hate me do you?"

"No, Minatozaki, I don't hate you, now shut up and let me rest," you sighed.

"You didn't ask me," Mina replied now, her eyes closed.

"Do you hate me?"

"Nope, but I do want to kill Momo right now, I hate being tricked like this," she snorted.

"Save that for later, cutie, maybe the four of us can… you know, talk in private," Sana brushed her knee against your already dead cock for a moment when she said that.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, close your eyes and rest. Bye," you said quickly to muddle through, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Spren Notes:

I almost died writing this thing bro lmao. I thought that Erinyes had been my most "ambitious" work so far, but I think that without a doubt this piece surpasses it by far. I must say that I am quite proud of the result, as I also hope that the user who bought this commission from me and gave me the main idea is too! Thank you very much bro, I hope you enjoyed it <3.

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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Nimona headcanons just cause

Nimona and Ambrosius are both like sentient space heaters

Nimona runs hotter than the average human being because obvi

But Ambrosius is a whole nother ballpark

I just know this man hates summer more than the average person

Poor baby is just a miserable sweaty clammy mess and if anyone tries to touch him during summer he threatens to bite them

Nimona and Ambrosius always refuse to let the ac get higher than 60 degrees and Bal suffers

Bal should be classified as a damn reptile

Poor baby has terrible circulation

It’s bad enough that Ambrosius has dragged him to the doctor multiple times

He clings to Ambrosius and Nimona in the winter because this man is constantly freezing

I just know he’s a damn menace the second it gets a little chilly

This little brat will shove his hands up Ambrosius’ shirt the second he gets home to “warm up”

And he’s got a metal hand so it’s twice as cold

Ambrosius has been woken up from a deep sleep by freezing hands or freezing feet and will whine about how it feels like waking up in an ice bath

One time Ambrosius walked into the living room to find Bal chasing Nimona around while they were screaming “Frosty the snowman is trying to kill me with his icicle hands”

Ambrosius is weirdly good with all kids he’s been described multiple times as a “natural parent”

Does he like kids…. That’s up for debate

Like he doesn’t hate them if their parents raised them right but if that kid is a little bully then fuck no he doesn’t like them

Nimona is also really good with kids

He’s a little cautious around elementary school kids cause you know trauma and has weird beef with all middle schoolers

Bal is fucking terrified of babies

One time someone asked him to hold their baby and then walked off and which sent him into a panic attack

He’ll go on hour-long rants about how fragile are and how he can’t be trusted with something that can suffocate if you don’t lay them down the wrong way

He’s okay with elementary school kids and doesn’t mind middle schoolers but he has massive issues with highschoolers for some reason

A high school once asked him to visit and give a talk to the students and Ambrosius had to take his laptop away before he emailed them back saying “I’d rather chop my other arm off”

Honestly I think even though Nimona craves stability she also needs freedom

So every couple of weeks she’ll go on little solo adventures

She keeps the boys updated constantly about where she is but she never tells them when she’s coming back because she doesn’t even know

Most of the time she’ll come back when she wants a homecooked meal (and when she misses the boys)

The boys are pretty used to this routine so they aren’t surprised anymore when they come home to a note saying she’ll be gone for a bit

They also aren't surprised when he climes through their window at 2 in the morning to wake them up and demand food

Could he make it himself? Absolutely

Does he want to? Fuck no where’s the fun in that

Plus he knows no matter how much the boys complain about messed up sleep schedules and how he “gave them a heart attack” they'd rather be woken up in the middle of the night so they can make sure he’s healthy and fed

When they do come home the boys “force” them into a sleepover in the living room where they eat a stupid amount of junk food and watch old horror movies

And they call out of work so they can catch up and learn everything that can't fit in a text

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I am Ambrosius #but I'm also Bal #I have terrible circulation but I also hate summer #summer can suck a dick #Nimona is like a cat #they come and they go as they please #the boys never try and stop them #cause they know it's not their place #oh they miss her for sure #and they worry about her all the time #but they also know she needs her freedom

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halfagone · 6 months

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Let Gotham Be Terrifying

I've seen many different takes and versions of Gotham, but I would love to play into the fact that Gotham is the second most crime-ridden city in America. That's right- Gotham, for all its horrible cruelty, still does not compare to Blüdhaven. But that doesn't make it any less terrifying, especially to newcomers.

I know a lot of people say that Amity Parkers would be desensitized to the Rogue attacks, because of the ghosts that constantly haunt the streets. But I think they would actually be more horrified of Gotham because of the ghosts.

Because here's the thing about Danny's Rogues Gallery. For all intents and purposes, they don't actually want to hurt people. The ghosts might not be harmless, but neither are they expressly malicious.

The Box Ghost? Give him some of your leftover cardboard from when you were moving apartments, he'll appreciate them and leave you alone for a while as a thank you. If you catch him at the right time, he might even be willing to lend a helping hand. With the promise of the boxes afterwards, he doesn't do work for free after all.

Lunch Lady? You'll see her at the soup kitchens or the food banks lending a helping hand; sometimes she even gets invited to the soccer games to act as hostess and she makes the best main dishes. And her dessert? People have made remarks that they're to die for, which is more than a little insensitive but hey, still true.

Ember McLain? Phantom's made a deal with her: so long as she keeps her mind control out of her music, she can play however much she wants. They hold weekly concerts in the park, you just gotta make sure everyone scatters by the time the Fentons arrive, and don't say shit to the GIW when they come around asking, and everyone comes out of this happy.

Kitty and Johnny? Sure, their arguments always cause a ruckus, and it can be more than a little awkward to watch a couple scream at each other in public. But if you're willing to lend a kind ear to Kitty when she's upset, she's far less likely to lash out and hurt people as a result. As for Johnny, let him do a couple laps around town and he'll get his head on straight. If the Red Huntress doesn't do it for him, of course. And when they're on good terms, you'll sometimes see them walking about town, holding hands and just having fun. Sometimes they'll buy some ice cream or other treats from stores. No one really knows where they got the money, but it's legit and no one feels the need to turn them away, if they're respectful about private property.

Youngblood? He's a bit brash and immature, but sometimes you'll catch him hanging out with Phantom playing astronauts. Sometimes you'll even see him hanging out with that girl Phantom playing cowboys. He likes to play at the parks and playgrounds with the other kids his age. And yeah, sometimes he hogs the toys a little too long, but he's the best storyteller the kids on the yard have ever seen. He's a great playmate once you get the hang of it.

As for Skulker... eh, he and Phantom have their fights but honestly, it's the collateral damage that causes more problems than the ghosts themselves. The morning commute should not take this long.

Spectra got ran out of town forever ago and at this point, people can recognize her on sight. If your mental health has taken a startling downturn, contact one of the helplines and if worse comes to worst, reach out to Phantom to make sure she's not sticking her nose where no one wants her.

Desiree- watch your mouth and stop saying the word 'wish' and you're set for life. She can be petty sometimes, but again, that's why you watch your mouth.

For 7 out of the 9 cases here, the ghosts don't actually mean much harm. Other, more powerful ghosts like Vortex or Nocturn don't come around often. They might think Phantom is a little bitch, but they respect his territory. They would do the same if they were in his place. Predator acknowledging predator, as I like to say.

But that's the distinct difference. The ghosts can be bargained with, reasoned with. If you give them some other outlet, more often than not they're willing to take it and don't bother anyone first.

The Gotham Rogues on the other hand? There is no indulging the Joker or Black Mask or Scarecrow. In some cases, even when Mr. Freeze's wife is cured or he's finally let her go, he still keeps to his life of crime. What about Harvey Dent? Zsasz? Manbat? A lot of these Rogues cannot be reasoned with.

And this isn't even including the drug dealers and the muggers and the traffickers. This isn't even including the corrupt police and the even more corrupt local government. This isn't even including the likes of the Court of Owls and the rich and elite that run the show. This isn't even including the League of Assassins, who've always had a vested interest in the city.

And isn't that sad? Doesn't that say something when the living are crueler than the dead?

So give me a Danny or a Jazz or a Tucker or a Sam- any Amity Park citizen you want- that is disturbed by the thoughtless destruction and murders. Give me a Jazz that takes one look at the Arkham Asylum patients and is unnerved by their incapability to change. Give me a Danny that visits Gotham one time to lend a hand, and by the end of it, he turns to Batman and he says, "I don't know how you do it."

Because this is a family of vigilantes, who all besides one, do not have powers. They have to cover a city filled with millions of people, watch over them every night, and try to stop any possible terrible atrocities. Because even if every single member of Batman's Rogues Gallery suddenly dropped dead, Gotham has far deeper issues than just them. That is why Batman's crusade is endless. That's why it's not as simple as flicking a switch.

Gotham is terrifying. And what does it say when the Batman can put the fear of god into a city like that?

Batman is terrifying, and I think sometimes that can be a reminder to us all.

#dpxdc #dpxdc headcanon #dpxdc au #i just have a lot of feelings #about a terrifying gotham #and an even more scary batfamily #okay???#long post

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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Hello, I have a request

Since in the show that Rayman went to college before Eden and all that.

how about the reader and Rayman were good old "college buddies".

Thank you for the request !

I’ve actually been thinking a lot about making a story something with a similar premise , so this was definitely fun to write :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

friends to lovers ;

no warnings needed

So , as we know Rayman didn’t have it easy before Eden came along and made him a star :

pretty much nobody respected him , with people always mocking him and his appearance … sometimes even choosing to be more cruel by hurting him physically .

All this considered , I think Rayman struggled quite a lot to understand that you were showing him genuine kindness and didn’t consider him a monster like everyone else …

< Can you walk ? Here , let me help you … I’m sure they have something to patch you up in the nursery . >

< Hhh … why … why are you doing this …

Did someone dare you to be nice to me ? Is this a prank … ?

… it’s gotta be , right … ? >

< I understand why you’d think that , Rayman , it’s only natural after all you’ve been through … but I promise you , I’m not trying to take advantage of you in any way .

Now take it easy , just lean on me , it shouldn’t be very far … >

< … thank you . >

After he realized that you were someone who could be trusted , Rayman was simply overjoyed to finally have someone treating him like an actual person , and he quickly grew very , very attached to you :

he would sit beside you when you had classes together , telling you all about his dream of having his very own tv show one day and overall just feeling way more relaxed in your presence …

Tough I can definitely see him being absolutely terrified of boring you and making you leave him .

< Wait … oh god , I’ve been talking for so long haven’t I ?

Damn it - I’m so sorry y/n , we can change the subject if you - >

< No no , it’s fine Ray , don’t worry about it !

I like listening to you , and I really admire how passionate you are about making your show ! >

< You … heh , you mean it ? >

< Mhm , of course ! >

Since Rayman wasn’t exactly … popular among the other college students , you had a pretty hard time defending him from the constant bullying he was subjected to … sometimes even ending up hurt yourself .

While part of him felt happy to see that you were willing to stick with him despite everything , he absolutely hated the fact that you had become a target for mockery because of it … it was something he felt immense guilt about .

< y/n ! Are you okay ??

Your eye - >

< Oh , that ? It’s nothing … just wanted to teach a lesson to that guy that keeps calling you “alien scum” … I’m gonna be just fine Ray , trust me . >

< … listen , I really appreciate everything you do for me , but I can’t stand seeing you get hurt like this .

Maybe … maybe if we … >

< No . I know what you’re about to say . I don’t wanna stop spending time with you because of a bunch of … frankly , assholes .

I’m just … happy to be with you , and no one’s opinion will change that . >

< y/n , I …

Heh , thank you , thank you so much …

We should probably put some ice on your eye though , it doesn’t look too good . >

< Yeah , that sounds like a plan … >

It’s wasn’t long before Rayman started to realize that the feelings he had for you had become something different , and despite being incredibly anxious and worried he decided to try and bring that topic up one night :

you were both in his dorm , studying together like you usually did , but you noticed that he didn’t seem to be very focused on the papers … but on you .

< Hey Ray ? Is there something you’d like to tell me ? >

< Oh - uh … yeah , actually .

I’m just trying to find the right words to say it , since it’s … pretty big . >

You put down your pen , looking at your long time friend with curiosity .

< Well , as long as you’re comfortable with it , you can tell me anything .

I’m be more than happy to listen . >

Rayman smiled at you in response , grateful for your patience and your kindness …

Then he took a deep breath , and finally begun talking .

< Okay … okay .

You see , before I met you I was really starting to lose hope for … everything , really .

All alone , constantly judged by everyone for being different … but you already know all that , so I’ll cut it short . >

His eyes met yours , and the way his gaze softened when he looked wt you made you feel warm inside …

After all , Rayman wasn’t the only one who had developed feelings over time .

< Then you came along …

y/n , you gave me a reason to keep pursuing my goals , and … I know this might sound very dramatic , but you also gave me a reason to … well , live .

Words wouldn’t be enough to describe just what a wonderful person you are , and having you by my side is something that I’m always going to be thankful for . >

He then looked away for a moment , bracing himself for the most important part of his little speech …

< … but it’s more than that .

y/n , I know this is very sudden and I understand if it’s too much to handle … I really should’ve planned this all better , but …

*inhale* … I love you . >

There was a moment of silence following that sentence , and right when Rayman was starting to worry about just how uncomfortable he had made you , his widened the moment you leaned closer to place a gentle kiss on his cheek .

< I love you too , Ray . >

< Wait - you … really ? >

He couldn’t believe it … you actually loved him back ?

A joy he had never felt before overwhelmed him , and when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you in a tight embrace Rayman truly felt home … despite being so very far away from his own home .

< Oh y/n … I’m so happy , I’m so happy you feel the same …

I know there isn’t much I can do , but I promise you I’ll be there for you the same way you’ve always been there for me . >

His words were so loving and sincere , and when your lips finally met in a tender cascade of kisses you felt like both of your lives were going to be different from that moment forward …

As long as you and Rayman stayed together , there was nothing that you wouldn’t be able to face , even if the whole world was against you .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #gender neutral reader

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quietblueriver · 10 months

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Did I write an AU based on a McDonald's commercial? Somehow, yes. I...I don't even know, y'all. But here's a hopefully fun, fluffy thing.

Ava watches Beatrice walk into the McDonald’s, pristine gray and yellow polo tucked into ironed black pants, and thinks for about the thousandth time that nobody should be able to make a fast-food uniform look that fucking good.

“Yo, Silva,” a pen hits her helmet and falls to the concrete next to her. She doesn’t look but stretches her arm out behind her and flips the bird in the general direction of the voice. “Fuck off, JC.”

“Rude. Stop staring at your girlfriend and get back over here.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” The response is rote at this point, because he makes some comment every fucking time they hang out here (and, yeah, sure, that’s because every fucking time they hang out here Ava stares at Beatrice or talks about Beatrice or daydreams about Beatrice but whatever) but she still winces at herself because she sounds like she’s five and also because she would rather not have to say Beatrice isn’t her girlfriend.

Reaching down to retrieve the pen, which is one he’d stolen from her earlier anyway, the dickhead, she turns back to him and says, “Go home, JC. I’m done for the day.”

“Aw, Ava, c’mon. We just got here.” It’s whiny and Ava’s the smallest bit endeared, as always, because he’s charming and guileless and really actually wants to spend time with her, even after she dumped him pretty unceremoniously when her interest in him flamed out about three weeks into their sort-of relationship. He’s giving her puppy-dog eyes and she rolls her own because he’s absolutely ridiculous. “We’ve been here for two hours, JC. You have study group with Zori soon anyway.”

He looks like he’s going to protest, but Chanel steps in. “Let’s go, doofus.” She wraps an arm around his shoulders and pulls and Ava smiles at her gratefully until she says, smirking, “Ava has to go make pathetic heart eyes at the pretty girl over an ice cream cone she doesn’t want.” “Hey, I always want ice cream.” It’s…not a great comeback, and she knows it, sighs when Chanel laughs loudly and turns to walk away with JC, a totally rude, “Yeah right,” serving as her goodbye. Ava’s undoing the strap of her helmet when Chanel nearly yells, still walking toward the bus stop, “Ask her out, you idiot!” Ava flinches and looks toward the entrance of the store, but nobody is there to hear the call-out.

Also, though, she’s totally going to do it. She’s going to ask Beatrice out. Today. Right now. Because she wants to and has wanted to for like six fucking weeks and because on Friday some girl, some stupidly hot girl, had been leaning over the counter and touching her and Beatrice had blushed and Ava had squeezed a ketchup packet so hard she’d ruined JC’s white tee and damaged her own dignity pretty badly in front of Mary and Lilith, who is terrifying and who had looked at her like a fucking Orca who had found a bunch of baby seals to snack on. Literally the only thing that had made the night okay was Camila, an absolute saint, texting Ava later to tell her Beatrice wasn’t going out with the girl even though she’d really tried but “Ava get it together already because she’s not going to wait forever and she shouldn’t! She’s great!” She is. Cam’s right. So. Yeah. It’s time.

Ava runs a hand through her hair and trades her helmet for her favorite cap, putting it on backward and clipping her helmet to her messenger. She takes stock. She’s wearing denim shorts and a black crop-top underneath one of her favorite button-downs, black and covered in colorful shapes. Her right knee is scabbed over from a fall last week and there’s a hole forming at the big toe of one of her black-and-white checked Vans. She wiggles her toe and sees the threads move, the tip of her lime green sock poking through. She looks like herself. She looks good.

She pushes her shoulders back and walks out of the park and into the parking lot, board in hand. It’s a Monday afternoon and school hasn’t let out yet, so when Ava walks in, dropping her board into the little stand by the door, hardly anyone is there. She sees a very stressed woman with three small children by the indoor playground and a dude messing with his phone and eating fries in the corner and that’s it. It’s great, because it means Ava won’t feel bad about trying to keep Beatrice talking to her for as long as possible (she really, really has it bad) but it’s shit because it means she has no buffer time.

And yep, she’s almost immediately greeted with an amused, “Hello, Ava.” Leaning against the drink station and looking like she’s about to have a really good time is Mary. Ava sighs and smiles, waves a little and fortifies herself for the shit she’s about to take. At least Lilith isn’t on today.

For reasons she isn’t totally clear on but thinks boil down to “queer fam helps queer fam get jobs,” this McDonald’s is staffed by like half of her History of Medieval Spain seminar. She’d felt like she was in a very realistic and mundane dream two weeks into the semester when she’d walked in from the new skate park to get an ice cream cone and been served by the hottie with color-coordinated notes who sat next to her on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9:30 to 11am while the also hot but absolutely terrifying woman who sat across from her glaring at everyone filled fry containers and the smoke show who sat next to her manned the drive-in. (How her History of Medieval Spain seminar came to be fucking stacked with hot queer women is less of a mystery—Professor Suzanne “step on my throat” Superion draws a very particular kind of student and Ava couldn’t be happier to fall into that category.)

Mary makes a tv-gameshow-style motion at the soda machine behind her, as if offering a prize. “Thirsty?” She’s so fucking smug, and she’s also depressingly right, which makes it way worse. Ava looks at the children now snacking at the table with their keeper and resists the urge to flip Mary off, sticking her tongue out instead because she’s very mature.

Before Mary can respond, they’re interrupted. “Hello, Ava.” Ava smiles automatically, turns in the direction of the voice so fast she’s at risk of whiplash and blurts, loudly, “Hi Bea!” She bounds over to the counter and leans against it, palms pressed flat and body tilting forward. It’s a genuinely innocent act; she just wants to be closer to Beatrice, who’s standing behind the register. But she watches Bea’s eyes drift down and then guiltily snap back up and she knows that the position combined with her top also does great things for her tits. She preens a little, self-confidence growing, and says, “How’s my favorite ice-cream-magician-slash-Religious Studies-major today?”

It’s a lot, but whatever—she’s way past pretending she’s anything other than a lot and anyone who has an issue can go find less. And anyway, it gets exactly the reaction she wants: Beatrice’s cheeks tinge pink at her enthusiasm, a small, pleased smile appearing on her face like it does nearly every time Ava says something even remotely complimentary. It’s a little weird, because in class Beatrice is like, model student who knows it. She always pays attention and makes points so good that Superion writes them on the board and operates with a general level of confidence that does embarrassing things to Ava. Outside of class, though, Beatrice kind of folds into herself. It seems almost like she isn’t used to people seeing her, remembering her, being glad she’s there, and Ava thinks that’s fucking wild and absolutely wrong.

Beatrice deserves someone who will be loud about her. She thinks of the girl from Friday, with her beautiful cheekbones and her wandering hands, and of Beatrice’s blush, the one Ava did not appreciate seeing directed at someone else even if she was, in the better parts of herself, very glad to see Beatrice getting the attention she deserves. And, yes, totally, Beatrice deserves all of the attention but she wants to be the one who gets Beatrice’s attention. And she wants to be the one who gets to be loud about Beatrice in a respectfully possessive way. If Beatrice is down, of course. The girl in question is still smiling at her, and Ava’s body leans even further forward on instinct, drawn to the stupidly perfect human in front of her. Her palms catch her weight, her feet lifting slightly from the ground. Beatrice’s eyes don’t wander again, sadly, but her head tilts in this way that Ava thinks indicates affection, and she’ll take that, for sure.

Bea’s voice is teasing as she asks, “Do you know a lot of Religious Studies majors?”

Ava grins at her, grins bigger when Beatrice angles just slightly closer, which Ava might think was an unconscious move if Beatrice weren’t maybe the most intentional person on the planet (there are at least four colors in her highlighter system and Ava’s 95% sure she irons her t-shirts). “Nope. But I don’t need to to know that you’re my favorite and the best.”

Mary says, loudly, “I’m going on break.” She passes by them and adds, enjoying herself way too much, “Beatrice, I was just asking Ava here about a drink. I’m sure you can also see she’s incredibly thirsty. Must be the skateboarding.”

Ava glances at the kids, still working through a pile of french fries, and puts her feet back on the ground, angling her body against the register so that she can flip Mary off and keep it shielded from tiny human eyes and from Beatrice. She wants to tell her to lick rust. She says, instead, “Thanks so much for your concern.” Mary keeps her shit-eating grin and saunters outside.

When she turns back to the counter, Beatrice is looking over the register at Ava’s hand in amusement and okay so Ava apparently hadn’t hidden her finger as well as she’d thought but at least Bea seems to think it’s funny instead of off-putting. She had once admonished Ava, totally unironically, when Ava had let fly an admittedly impressive string of curses after realizing she left her coffee sitting on a table in the student union. The tone of that ”Language, Ava” had made Ava’s stomach drop in a very unexpected and pleasant way.

“The usual?” Her eyes are really fucking pretty.

“Yep. Yeah. Please.” As Beatrice turns to grab a cone Ava gets her shit together. Right. Yes. Go. “Actually, Bea.” She turns back holding a cone and smiles, eyebrow raised in question as she waits, and Ava wants to kiss her. “Would you want to go out with me sometime? In, like, a date way?”

Her smile is gone then and she’s blinking slowly and oh shit, did Ava mess up? Was Bea not interested? Was Bea not gay? There’s no way Beatrice hadn’t noticed her flirting because she had literally never been subtle and also Bea had just been staring at her boobs and talked to Ava and smiled at Ava and blushed at Ava more than anyone else? Or anyone else Ava had ever seen. And Cam said! And Mary wasn’t mean enough to let her make an ass of herself, right? Not like this. Lilith, maybe, but…

Ava has become distracted, staring at the kid’s meal toy display to Bea’s right as she spirals, and when she looks back, Beatrice’s mouth is twitching and her eyes are bright with amusement, and oh, shit. “Um,” she tries to run a hand through her hair and hits her hat. Smooth. “So, exactly how much of that did I say out loud?”

“I apologize for so obviously staring at your chest earlier.” Her tone is at least half genuinely apologetic but the rest of it is amused? Delighted? Something in that range and definitely at Ava’s expense and that’s fair given the gay panic monologue she’d apparently just spouted at her crush in her place of work.

“Jesus Christ,” she mumbles as she tilts her head back and rolls her eyes to the ceiling. After a breath she forces herself to look at Beatrice, who is fully smiling now. She throws the cone away and steps toward Ava again and then her hand is on Ava’s forearm, which she had crossed with the other over her chest in what was a totally ineffective attempt at self-preservation. Hard when the attack is coming from your own fucking mouth. Beatrice’s hand is warm and her fingers are calloused and Ava short circuits (whatever fucking circuits are left) at the contact, staring in disbelief until Beatrice says softly, still amused, “I would love to go out with you sometime.”

“Yeah?” It’s the most she can manage. The fingers over her arm squeeze just slightly and Ava knows if Bea pushed even a little bit she’d fall right fucking over. “Yes.” Warm brown eyes meet hers as she takes her hand back. Ava misses the contact immediately.

“Cool. Um, maybe Thursday? Dinner?” Bea doesn’t usually work Thursdays and Ava’s shift at the gym near campus ends at 3pm so she’ll have time to go home and shower and lose it a bit over what to wear but not so much time that she’ll be able to talk herself into a full panic.

“Thursday works perfectly.” Ava pulls her messenger around and rummages for her phone, pulling it out and handing it to Bea. Based on what she knows from class and a lot of longing stares, Beatrice keeps all her stuff as neat and tidy as she keeps her uniform. So, she’s pretty sure her own phone is something out of Bea’s nightmares. One corner of the screen is shattered and scratches dot the rest while the back, an ice blue color Ava really likes, is covered in spidery lines from way too many drops and impacts suffered in Ava’s pocket at the park. Still, she can’t be fucked to get a case because it’s pretty and sleek and smooth(ish, at this point). Beatrice’s lips purse slightly but she says nothing, taking it, entering her number, and calling herself before handing it back. She removes her own phone, in its pristine black case, and immediately creates a new contact.

A group of teenagers comes through the door, loudly, followed closely by Mary, and Ava watches as Beatrice sets her shoulders. It’s very cute. Ava is going to date her. Incredible. “I’ll text you.”

Her smile breaks and her face is suddenly concerned. Ava’s nervous until: “Your ice cream. I completely forgot.”

Ava grins and waves her phone, nearly drops it and is stupidly charmed by the little flinch from Beatrice at the fumble. “Got something way sweeter.”

Beatrice shakes her head and half hides a smile, cheeks pink. Ava’s feeling very proud when she hears a loud groan from Mary, who’s stepping behind the counter again. “Absolutely not, Silva. Get out of here with that.”

Ava smiles at Beatrice one last time before basically skipping out, grabbing her board. She almost eats it three separate times because she’s so distracted on the way home, but she’s not even a little mad about it.

It’s both awesome and kind of torture to see Bea the next morning in class. They sit next to each other, like always, and Ava manages to keep it mostly together, flirting only slightly more than usual and letting her knee press into Bea’s below the table for most of class, the barely-there red under her freckles the only sign she’s even aware of the contact. She works an extra shift on Wednesday because she wants that date money and JC could give a shit about giving it up, only works because his parents make him even though they give him a shit-ton of spending money anyway.

It’s a bummer not to see Bea but she’s also texting her kind of non-stop. She started Tuesday night when she got home:

What’s Dracula’s favorite ice cream?

She didn’t expect a fast response, imagined Bea was busy with the flood of students and families who came in after work and school, so she was a little surprised to see Bea’s name pop up twenty minutes later: Blood orange?

Have you had blood orange ice cream?

No, but I am sure it exists. Not the answer then?

A good guess but no. It’s…

Vein-illa

Three eye roll emojis. And then a truly terrible joke about snails. It had gone on from there, intermittent jokes and also little snippets of actual conversation. It’s still happening Wednesday night as Ava gets ready for bed. She settles and then nearly hurls herself out of bed in excitement when she reads Bea’s latest text: Goodnight, Ava. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. From most people, it wouldn't be much, might even be discouraging. Ava knows Beatrice well enough at this point to know that from her, it might as well be fifteen firework emojis and twenty-seven exclamation points. She doesn’t bother to play it cool, as fucking if she would do anything other than encourage way more of that, and sends back immediately: Night, Bea. Me too. Really really. Along with three mutlicolored hearts.

She knows something is wrong the next morning when she gets to class because Beatrice is waiting outside of the classroom staring at her shoes and gripping the straps of her backpack (both over her shoulders, tightened evenly) as if they’ve personally offended her. When Ava gets close, Bea looks up and smiles unevenly and says, “I’m so sorry, Ava. I can’t go tonight. Lilith got the flu and I have to cover her shift.”

It sucks, of course, but Bea’s looking at her like she’s done something unforgivable, like she’s waiting for Ava to tell her off. Not for the first time, Ava wonders where exactly Bea comes from and what kind of shitheads she’s used to. She walks closer, slowly, smiles as gently as she can and takes a risk, reaching forward to tuck an escaped strand of Bea’s hair behind her ear and letting her hand skim Bea’s jaw as she pulls back. Bea’s eyes are big and her face is more relaxed, even if she does look a little confused and her hands are still white-knuckling the straps of her bag.

She keeps it simple, pretty sure Beatrice needs it. “Wanna try for this weekend instead?”

A few people file past them into the room and Ava knows they need to go sit or incur the wrath of Superion, whose anger is hotter in theory than in practice. She takes another chance, reaches up to tug at Bea’s left hand and laces their fingers. When Beatrice allows it, flexes her fingers lightly between Ava’s, Ava pulls them into the classroom, smiling a little at Bea’s still-wide eyes. She appears to have come back to herself by the time they reach their seats, squeezing Ava’s hand in an intentional way before taking off her backpack and settling in. As Superion gathers her notes, Beatrice leans closer, pressing her knee into Ava’s as she says quietly, “How does Saturday night work for you?” Ava beams.

Saturday morning she ends up, surprise surprise, at the skate park with JC, riding a little aimlessly and doing some reading for her Russian Lit class while he dicks around in the bowl. When he dips after a few hours, elbowing her just a little too hard as he tells her to have fun with Beatrice that night, Ava smiles like an idiot while he laughs.

Her stomach rumbles around noon and as she eyes the empty drive-thru, she makes a plan. Yeah, okay, so she’s gonna see Beatrice tonight but she wants to see her now and she’s right there and also, Ava’s legit hungry and it’s not even busy. So. She’s gonna get a fucking cheeseburger.

When she pays, Camila grins and Ava shrugs one shoulder as she says, “Cute, Ava.” When she rolls up to the window, Beatrice blinks in surprise and then shakes her head a little and the edges of her mouth tick up. “We’re not supposed to let you order on foot you know.”

Ava takes the burger and pops her board conspicuously. “Four wheels, baby. Totally counts as a vehicle.”

“Pathetic, Silva!” Mary calls over Bea’s shoulder and Ava shrugs again, winking at Bea before she rides off.

It takes her no time to finish the burger, and there are still no cars in the line, so she finds herself ordering fries, smiling at Camila as she laughs and bracing her arms on the window as Beatrice gets her order, her cheeks a shade darker this time around. Ava tips her helmet at Bea and says, as she takes her snack, “I only have fries for you.”

“Get out of here immediately with that.” Mary’s closer this time, swats at Ava from around Bea’s back, but the look on Bea’s face is open and affectionate and she’s so fucking handsome and Ava wants more of it. A lot more of it.

It takes slightly longer to finish the fries but luck is on her side because it’s still slow when she does, so she rolls through yet again. When Beatrice hands her the coffee, both eyebrows raised but still blushing, Ava says, easy, “I got thirsty.”

“You’ve been thirsty, Silva. Go away.” There’s no bite to it, and Mary doesn’t swat at her this time, just turns and walks toward the fryers shaking her head. Turning her attention back to Bea, Ava fidgets a little as she asks, “See you soon?” Bea bites her bottom lip and nods and Ava thanks bisexual Jesus that she only nearly face plants on her way down the drive.

It gets busy, of course, so Ava parks it outside and finishes her coffee and reads. She’s getting ready to go change for her date date date when she hears, “Ma’am. Your ice cream.” Ava’s up in a second, delighted as Beatrice holds the cone out to her and ducks her head. Ava can’t help but stare as she takes it, feels some drip down onto her hand. Beatrice’s hair is down, over one shoulder, and the sun is setting and wow .

“Your cone is going to melt.” Beatrice is looking at her now, a little flustered. “I might, too, if you keep looking at me like that.” Ava takes her hand, carefully but with more confidence than she had earlier that week, and offers, “Walk you to the bus stop? I know it’s traditional to walk someone home after a date but like, I can do before, too, right?” Beatrice brings their bodies slightly closer together as they start toward the sidewalk. “I’d like that."

#avatrice #sister beatrice #ava silva #warrior nun #warrior nun fic #modern au

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just like heaven

~just like heaven by The Lumineers~

Author's Note: just a cute little blurb tehe Summary: family skate with the Avs Warnings: none Word Count: 540 Cale Makar x fm!reader

It was a beautiful day in Denver as the Avalanche were doing a team bonding event. They were in the downtown square of Denver where there was an outside rink. The players were all doing a family skate with the people they cared about most.

Cale leaned down, glancing up towards Y/N as he began tying her skates. The skates she’s owned for two years but have never used. She was terrified of ice skating despite being in a relationship with one of the best players in the NHL.

“How do they feel?” he asked, lifting his gaze to meet her eye, his cheeks pink as he smirked towards her.

“Fine, I guess,” she let out as she took in a deep breath. He stood up and sat beside her on the bench, bumping his thigh against hers.

“It’ll be fun,” he whispered against her ear, tilting her head away to meet his gaze. “I’ll hold onto you the entire time,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Promise?” she asked barely above a whisper. He nodded as he bit his bottom lip excitedly.

“Come on, Beautiful,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her hands dragging her towards the ice where all the other players were skating already. She hesitated as she stepped onto the ice. He smiled widely as he began skating backwards as he guided her. “I can’t believe you’ve never skated before,” he shook his head as he gripped her hands tightly as he skated backwards manuvering between his teammates.

“Cale, slow down!” she let out while laughing, he chuckled as he started to slow down. “Because who volunteers to put knives on their shoes and walk on ice!” she let expression as she slipped.

Cale quickly pulled her towards him, resting his hands on her hips to have more control on her movements. “Because it’s fun,” he raised his eyebrows as he smiled widely.

There was soft music playing through the speakers as there were cameras to show the event. It was beautifully lit up, it may have been a media op but the players were fully in their own worlds. The players that have children were enjoying chasing their little ones around the ice.

He pulled her towards him as her eyes widened, he chuckled as he leaned towards her and whispered, “You’re enjoying this,” he mumbled as he leaned away looking deeply into her eyes. She tilted her head to the side as he kept his hands on her hips. “At least a little bit,” he squinted his eyes as he pressed his lips together.

“A little bit,” she teased.

“Good,” he mumbled as he leaned towards her, kissing her cheek before he started skating backwards faster. He’d glance behind him every so often making sure he wouldn’t bump into anyone.

“Cale, I swear to god,” she squealed as she rested her hands onto his arms. He was laughing.

“You might wanna slow down Caler, don’t want to repeat of All-Stars,” Gabe chirped as he was chasing after his young toddler.

“Ha-ha,” he shouted back as he looked back into Y/N’s eyes, “I won’t let you fall,” he mumbled as he scanned her features. She nodded as she smiled softly.

#cale makar #cale makar imagines #cale makar x reader #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines

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itsplumwriter · 1 year

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Bucky Finds Out Your Boyfriend Is Abusive

POV: Bucky finds out your boyfriend just hit you and decides to confront him.

ok so this one is a little dark and obviously there will be several trigger warnings. if you can relate to this in anyway.. i am sooo sorry. God did not create relationships for us to be victimized or abused in. if you are in an abusive relationship right now please tell someone as fast as you can, know that you deserve better and need to be treated properly. if you escaped an abusive relationship and are dealing with the aftermath, please know that healing is a process; sometimes you'll feel great, other times you may relapse into despair; just know you are not your past, how they treated you doesn’t define you, and greater days are ahead - you made the right choice by getting out of there. I'll pray God watches over and blesses all your relationships, dolls <3

Dedicated to Bridget <33

Recommended song: shawn mendes - treat you better (slowed)

trigger warnings: abuse, bruises, toxic/abusive relationship, slight physical altercation

--- --- ---

Bucky was having the best time.

It had been forever since you had come over just to hang out; he'd almost forgotten how fun it was. Bucky had ordered pizza in. You brought over some chocolate ice-cream. And the two of you threw popcorn at each other while watching Disney movies and working on a puppy puzzle. It was a simple hangout, yet it meant everything to Bucky.

He missed you... a lot.

Ever since you started dating another agent from Shield you rarely had time to hang out with him anymore. He knew it was his own fault for not asking you out first. He had liked you for a long time, but he had waited too long... Nearly a year of flirting, but he never made a move.

He was afraid if he did he’d lose you as a friend altogether. And there was no chance of him hurting you if you were with someone else, so he figured maybe it was better this way.

The problem was you didn't even seem happy with this boyfriend of yours... you always looked drained when you came into work, as if you hadn't slept all night, and you were constantly on your phone responding to his incessant texts and calls.

There was a time when you even stopped smiling, stopped hanging out with the rest of the team, stopped talking to Bucky altogether.

Bucky was about to confront you about your change in behavior, but you kept turning down his invites to hangout, saying you and your boyfriend were too busy.

In reality it was because your boyfriend didn't want you hanging out with anyone else, especially Bucky. He gathered quickly the dynamic between you and Bucky and immediately categorized it as a threat. So, out of jealousy, he didn't allow you to see him except at work.

The fact was, you were miserable. The slightest thing could set your boyfriend off. You were walking on eggshells at all times trying to keep him happy. He hadn't hit you as of yet, but he had thrown things and yelled so loud it'd make you cry. You wanted to break up with him; but you were just so terrified of the reaction you kept putting it on hold.

He must have suspected this because today he finally agreed to allow you to see your best friend Bucky (as long as you agreed to text him before and after). You jumped on the opportunity.

You popped some popcorn into your mouth, watching Bucky scrunch his nose, concentrating on fitting a piece into the puppy puzzle.

You smiled… you missed him.

You had forgotten how nice it was to hang out with him. How easy.

There had been a light on-and-off buzzing sound all throughout your visit with Bucky that you'd been ignoring. When you heard it again, you realized what it was.

You nearly knock over the popcorn, searching your bag for your phone. Your stomach flips the moment you see it.

Apparently, your boyfriend had changed his mind about allowing you to hang out with Bucky and wanted you home immediately…. two hours ago.

Your heart sinks. “I've gotta go..." you utter.

"Already...?"

You barely nod before you grab your bag and scurry out of there.

"Alright… well then, I guess I'll see you lat--"

You slam the door before he can finish. You didn't mean to ignore him. But you were terrified. Terrified of the result of this.

Bucky's eyebrows were still furrowed long after you left. His eyes wander to the floor when he sees you left your wallet behind.

--- --- ---

Bucky approaches the door of your apartment, your wallet in hand. He'd come to return it as well as see what was the cause of your urgency.

It takes you a while to answer the door and when you do Bucky turns stark white.

You're holding an icepack to your eye, and there is blood on your lip and brow.

It takes you a moment to realize it’s him. You turn red from embarrassment.

"Bucky... I- I thought you were someone else..."

Bucky pushes his way in, lifting your chin to inspect your face. "Y/N?? What happened to you?"

You drop your gaze. "Nothing... I'm fine.”

Bucky starts looking around the apartment.

"Did your boyfriend do this to you?" he asks, urgently.

You don't answer him. You can't even look at him.

Bucky begins searching the entire apartment.

"Where is he??"

"I don't know..."

"Y/n!! Tell me!!"

"I don't know! The bar maybe?... Why?"

Bucky nods, storming out the apartment.

"Bucky, where are you going??"

Before you knew it, he was gone.

--- --- ---

Bucky strides into the bar, fuming at this point. It only takes him a few moments to spot your boyfriend by the bar table, talking to a group of people.

The guy is all smiles and without a scratch on him. This makes Bucky even madder.

Your boyfriend spots him and cheers. "Hey! Metal man! What are you doing here?"

He doesn't know Bucky that well. In fact, he seemed to go out of his way to ignore him at work, especially after finding out Bucky was such good friends with you. But his fake charm had always been a part of his façade. Bucky couldn't believe he never realized it. Never realized this man was abusive.

Bucky doesn't break his momentum; as soon as he's close, he shoves him hard on the shoulder and snatches him by his neck, making his grin vanish into thin air.

The bar quiets down to eavesdrop.

"I'm not going to hurt you, because I'm not that guy anymore..." Bucky says, through gritted teeth. "But if you touch y/n again... Rule #2 won't be the only thing I'll break around here..."

Bucky releases him, turning to leave quickly before his anger lands him in jail.

"I don't see how it's any of your business, Barnes..." he calls out, adjusting his collar.

Bucky stops mid-walk.

"I mean, she's my girl... I can do whatever I want…”

Bucky turns around, moving on him like a hyena before grabbing his neck, lifting him clean off the ground and slamming him hard against the table.

He growls. "Don't test me..."

With Bucky’s hand on his neck, he makes small gurgling noises and turns red before conceding.

"Alright!!" He manages to squeeze out.

Bucky releases, dropping him to the floor with a thud.

Random drunkards in the bar start whistling and cheering for Bucky.

But Bucky's expression doesn't change. He storms out the bar, headed back to his main area of concern. You.

--- --- ---

"Y/n... you still in here?"

Bucky steps into your apartment cautiously.

You get up from the couch. “Bucky... what happened?"

Bucky goes straight to your room, pulling a bag from your closet and throwing clothes in from your dresser.

“I almost ripped his head off… but I didn’t. I’m pretty sure he’ll leave you alone now though.”

You watch Bucky packing your clothes. “What are you doing?"

“You're not safe here... He could come back to your apartment...”

Your heart warms at the sight of his actions. The act was sweet. Bucky had always been sweet. The only guy who actually cared and was a good friend to you. You needed to tell him. It was unfair to keep it a secret any longer.

"Bucky, you should know, I never really liked him... I've always really liked you."

Bucky turns white, clearing his throat. "Do you wanna stay at Nat's house tonight?"

"...Bucky, did you hear me?"

"Hmm?"

You purse your lips together. "What do you think about what I just said..."

Bucky doesn't respond, continuing to fling your clothes into your bag.

“Bucky…?”

Your stomach twists with embarrassment. "Look, if you don't feel the same way, you can just say so, but don't act like you can’t hear me--"

"Y/n, of course I feel the same way!" he blurts and it silences you. "And I feel sick to my stomach I waited so long to tell you... waited so long that you had to waste your time with that clown... If I had just admitted it earlier that jerk wouldn't have had the chance to... I should have just... this is all my fault."

Bucky plops down on the edge of your bed, burying his hands in his face, starting to sob.

You wait a moment before approaching him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "Bucky, this isn't your fault... like at all."

Bucky sighs. "Thanks, doll… but I know it’s not true…”

You lift Bucky’s chin with your hand. “Listen to me Bucky. This is his fault… and his fault alone. You hear me?”

Bucky looks up at you, examining your bruises again, putting his hand on your cheek. "Does it hurt, doll..."

You shake your head, softly wiping his tears. "Not really... I’d say it’s getting better.”

Bucky nods.

“Ill drive you to Nat’s house. But after that, what do you need? Is there anything else I can do?”

You shrug. “… Nothing you haven’t already done since the day we met… Just be there for me.”

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Carnival Games

SUMMARY Feeling bored and incomplete, Minji decides to skip studying for once and focus on the fun plans that her friends had made at the carnival. Not being the best shooter out there, she tries to win the teddy bear that had been left to complete her odd teddy collection just for it to end in complete failure. Almost giving up entirely and leaving with a frown, she finds herself watching the pro shooter beside her go for the teddy that she originally wanted.

Pairings: Kim!Minji x F!Reader

Genre: carnival setting, strangers to lovers(not really) au, romance, comedy-romance

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REBLOGS AND SUPPORT ON THE SERIES MASTERLIST THINGY MAJIGGY!! 💕 Here's to that, and cheers to 100+ followers 🤭💓

- silent add: I finished this when I was sleep deprived, so please lmk if there's any incorrect spelling 💔

WORD COUNT 3.8k

"Bro, I suck at these games, but how do you manage to not knock down at least one bottle?" Hanni half questioned and complained, causing Danielle to nudge her in order to shut her up.

Minji stared at her friends like a menace, even more terrifying when Haerin stared at them for no absolute reason. The sound of the toyish gun machine was the only thing she continued to hear, along with the disappointed sighs, for every time she missed a plastic bottle.

"Should we get more snacks? We could get a soft cold drink for her," Danielle whispered with care in her voice, but since she was a terrible whisperer, it caused Minji's hold on the toy gun to become stronger. "Yeah.. we are definitely going to the snack and drink bar. Minji, we'll be just over there if you decide to give up, okay?"

"Make sure there's ice in it, I can't stand drinks without ice in them!" Haerin looked over to her shoulders as she continued to make her way over to their new destination, her cute yet annoying stare creeping Minji out to the point Danielle had to stop the younger girl from staring.

It took over more than Minji's monthly allowance to finally realize that she needed to stop. Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough money to buy more stuff that intrigued her. Before walking over to join her friends who watched her while making conversations, a stranger took the spot next to her. The strong visuals of the stranger next to her gave her the sudden gay panic attack. Seriously, who knew it'd be a blissful night when all of a sudden you see a cute stranger? It's definitely a win for Minji.

"It's a struggle for beginners." The girl happily hummed, almost as though she was talking to Minji.

"Uh.." Minji awkwardly looked back to her friends, wondering if she should reply(if it was even for her).

Hanni shot a thumbsup, giving it as a sign for Minji to reply even though she didn't know the exact reason for why Minji was staring at them with a questionable look in the first place.

Danielle watched the whole thing, sending a frown at her fellow Australian friend. "Do you even know why she looked over at us?"

"Hey," Hanni shrugged, "anything is good when it comes to a pretty girl."

Hyein, the only 14 year old there, snorted. Acting as though she didn't beg her mom to join them in the first place. Perks come when your mom is a social person. Plus, they were all basically her older sisters, so it was a win-win situation(only for Hyein).

"Unless she told her to stop staring because it creeped her out!" Hyein stated proudly, giggling to herself afterward.

"Right, staring is weird." Haerin added quietly, causing the three of them to look at her to see if she was even joking.

Back to Minji. Iternally gay screaming out of her mind Minji. The awkward silence between her and the cute stranger in front of her made her suffocate. For some reason, she wanted to leave, but it'd also mean missing a chance on at least starting a conversation with you. Yeah, blame it on her half introverted when meeting strangers and half extroverted when cursing at her friends personality. It's truly a blessing for her.

"I'm thinking I should aim for the one on the right top and get 10 more points," you spoke out your thoughts, "but I already have more points needed for the prize I want and it wouldn't really matter anyways unless I want to impress the pretty girl besides me and get one for her too. Which one do you think I should go with?"

Minjo turned red the moment you finished your sentence—or question. She didn't really know, but all that matters was the fact that you had basically called her pretty. It was also smooth along the lines.

"Uhh.. I'd say pick your choice? I don't know." Shs quickly answered, biting her lips and cringing mentally for sounding too dry for her own liking.

"Pretty girl, it is." You smiled, aiming perfectly for the toy bottle.

The worker clapped, feeling proud of himself for setting up such an 'easy' game, blind to the fact that half the people who paid to play didn't really win because the bottles were far and not everyone had great vision. Also, because some had horrible control over their aiming.

"Could I get the teddy bear on the top, right?" You kindly asked as he sent a proud thumbs up. "Thanks."

Minji's eyes stayed on you, waiting for you to look back at her to start another conversation. You eventually did, holding onto the teddy bear that the worker had given you.

"Do you still want this?" The shock on her face made you giggle, turning her even more redder than before.

Nodding her head shamelessy, not because her collection was about to be complete but because you had gifted it to her with your own efforts, made everything about the teddy bear feel more special.

"SHE'S SINGLE BY THE WAY!" A loud voice coming over the snacks and drinks bar made you jump a little.

Judging from the way Minji glared at the pretty girl who proudly wore her bangs, they must have been close friends. The passerbys continued to walk after hearing the loud shout. It was gonna be a memorable moment to you, but for the shy girl in front of you, it was definitely gonna be an embarrassing memory for her.

"I'm Minji, by the way," you smiled and nodded, waiting for her to finish so you could introduce yourself. "And I'm very thankful for the uh.. teddy bear. Am I supposed to give something in return? Because.. I'd really love to, so I don't have to feel as though I'm in debt."

"Y/N, and if anything.. I don't really need anything in return!"

"No, no, I insist."

"No, it's fine!"

"No, like, I want you to ask for something in return. Don't make me feel guilty."

"Oh! Then would it be fine if I took some of your time? It'll be short since you clearly have friends over there waiting to hang with you." Minji looked over at her friends who immediately sent another thumbsup, mouthing the words "we don't mind!'' or "we don't care, just leave."

"It's a yes. Take as much time even. I think they'd be more happy that a stranger took me out of their sight.."

You chuckled. "Alright! Where to?"

"I'm so fucki— oh. Is it alright if I swear?" Minji asked all of a sudden, waiting for you to finish tossing the ring so you could answer.

"You're cute," you laughed, finding her question funny. "Yeah, I sometimes swear, so it's nothing new to my ears."

Minji flushed, feeling her ears turn red.

Ah.. maybe hanging out with a fourteen year old 24/7 got to me.

The odd feeling of someone staring at her made Minji look around to find the source, making eye contact with one of her friends all of a sudden. The glare that she sent wasn't obviously enough to scare them away.

"What are you doing?!" Minji mouthed.

Hanni grinned. Danielle looked away. Haerin continued staring, although her eyes had a glint of mischief. Hyein looked more busy trying to count the many licks it took in order to finish her questionably big lollipop.

"We came to spy on you guys for our own entertainment!" Hanni mouthed back.

"Something wrong?" You asked, noticing how badly frightened Minji looked.

Making sure to use her whole figure in order to block the other girls out from your view, Minji sent a soft smile. "I think we've had too much ring tossing! Why don't we try bean bag tossing?" It was too fast that you couldn't utter out a single word before Minji could drag you by the hand, making sure the other girls couldn't catch up.

"Should we tell her that we happened to find her by coincidence and played along with it?" Danielle asked, feeling worried. Mostly for you.

"Nah," Hanni grinned, "didn't you see the way they held hands? I'd say it was a successful plan."

"And we voted Haerin the most devious.." Danielle trailed off.

Haerin gasped in disbelief, not believing the fact that her friends would do such a thing. "Hey!— I may stare all of a sudden for no reason, but it's because her reactions are always funny. I don't have the brain to think of something like this."

"Woah dude, congrats." Hanni clapped all of a sudden.

"Your first words throughout the whole night! Maybe getting a girlfriend next is on the list?"

"I despise you." Danielle giggled at Haerin's reply, not noticing the lingering glance that Haerin sent before looking elsewhere the moment her brain woke up in realization.

Inhaling for air, you thanked Minji for giving the bottle of water. It was enough coming from her for making you run more miles than you expected.

"I'm sorry, I guess I was just excited to throw bean bags." Minji immediately apologized, looking for any signs of her friends.

Gathering enough air to talk, you pointed to where the bean bag tossing was actually located. "That's nice, but bean bag tossing is over there.." With a huff of annoyance at herself, Minji looked elsewhere to find any fun things the two of you could do together. "Hey.. this might sound crazy but are you down to use your legs paddle something? Well—it's not really paddling, but we're using our feets so basically, it is." "You mean you wanna hop on those boat paddlers after running a whole 6 minute run?" "I'm down if you're down." "Honestly that's crazy, but because you're down, I'm down."

"This was a bad idea." You undeniably admitted the truth.

Minji tried to reply, but she had to catch her breath. After regaining her energy(well, half of it, but nobody was gonna point that out), she sinked into her seat and sighed.

"Well, it was worth the amount of oxygen I needed," She too, admitted. "But hey, we have the best view right now."

If the two of you weren't facing the wrong direction, it would have been the best. Right now, it was a huge wall filled with horrible yet funny art. It looked like junk.

"Are we looking at the same thing?"

"Are we? I believe the view is pretty from my point of view." Finally realizing what she meant, you turned to make eye contact with the latter who wore a coy smile on her face. "So we definitely weren't looking at the same thing."

"I guess the cute shyness disappeared?" You grinned, feeling quite content at the moment. Also, the redness that crept up under your cheeks felt too overwhelming to control.

"Well," Minji clicked her tongue with a geeky smile forming afterward. "I definitely wouldn't pass on a great opportunity like this. Would you?"

Shaking your head at her question, it brought her a great amount of happiness. "Definitely not."

"You sound kinda wayyyy too experienced with that reply. Are you sure I wasn't the only girl you've flirted with?" She joked, feeling comfortable to joke with you this time.

It was a suggestive joke, too, giving you the opportunity to reply back with something more funny. Or maybe a pick-up line at that—she hoped.

"I'm not sure," you pretended to ponder, "was I the only girl you've flirted with too?"

Minji simply shrugged. "Never in my life. In fact, I think you raised my standards."

"Well then, to be honest," you shyly spoke this time, "I've never actually shot my shot and vice versa. It was always questionably a given whenever a person would come up and ask for my phone number."

"Maybe it's cause they don't have toy guns just laying around, waiting for someone to use them?" Minji joked, getting nudged by you. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, you wanted my phone number."

"Don't get too confident.."

"You never denied it."

"And I didn't admit it!"

It could go on for long until Minji averted her eyes elsewhere, looking at her friends who waved at her, looking so small, yet she could see that they clearly wanted something. "I think we might need to go back on land.."

"What is it?" The annoyed girl grumbled, glaring at her friends(mostly at Hanni).

"Yeah, we get it. We interrupted your date, but we wanted to meet her too!" Hanni spoke out for the rest of them.

You nervous smiled, feeling a bit small in their presence. Minji noticed this, of course, taking your hand and interlocking it with hers. It was somewhat a habit of hers whenever she'd notice a friend was feeling a bit uncomfortable—which was rare. Something about her holding hands with you felt new—it made her feel things that she had never felt before.

"Okay, we'll pretend not to notice that!" Danielle positively smiled.

Before greeting you and introducing herself, she made sure to nudge Haerin. It was the only option she had to stop her from what it seemed like rudely staring at you.

"The names Danielle! That's Hanni, Haerin, and this one.. she doesn't need to be intro—" Before the poor girl who radiated sunshine energy could even finish, she had been interrupted. "Yeah, I'm Hyein. Nice to meet you!"

"Hyein, you're too young to involve yourself in this conversation!" Danielle reminded.

You raised your eyebrows, wondering what she meant by too young. Hell, the latter looked to be the same age as the one who seemed to have a bad case of staring for no absolute reason(which you didn't mind).

"She's fourteen.." Danielle sighed, feeling disappointed.

"Oh.." Sounding a little rude there, you paused. "I meant, oh! She looks mature! I'm in like—shock."

"Really? I sort of get that all the time." Hyein proudly grinned.

"Mhm! And the names Y/N." They all nodded in sync as soon as you introduced yourself.

"Pretty name!"

"For a pretty girl, that's for sure."

"Hey now."

"Relax, I'm not gonna steal her?"

"That's not what I mean- Ugh."

An idea was what Danielle wanted. Specifically something that could allow all 6 of you to hang out. Minji frowned, noticing the happy grin that presented on the younger latter's face. "Anyone up for bean bag tossing? Losers do whatever the winners want."

"I WANT A REMATCH!" Hanni complained.

Hyein side-eyed the older girl, feeling happy about the win that she didn't participate in because it was mostly you doing all the work of tossing the bean bags in. It felt truly horrific knowing that there was probably nothing you were good at.

"I honestly should have been in your team. A free win would have been good for me." Minji sighed.

"Be for real," the annoying Australian spoke, causing Minji to glare at her. "We know that's not the real reason." Minji continued to glare, "playfully" pushing the younger girl away so she wouldn't have the chance to say more stupid things.

"It's already eight pm?" Danielle looked at her watch, pouting at the thought of having less time to spend with you. Though it couldn't beat the disappointed stare that Minji gave, knowing that it'd be too upfront to suddenly ask for your phone number.

"We still have the bet going on, right?" You asked, looking at Minji mostly.

"Ah!" It had hit Danielle in realization at the sudden question. "Yeah, gosh. I almost forgot!"

"I'm cold. Hanni, give me your hoodie."

"Um. No?"

"The bet. Loser. Give."

Feeling defenless and giving up at that moment, Hanni started to mutter curse words under her breath while taking off her jacket. Handing over her jacket, Hyein smiled in victory before putting it in on. Danielle watched the whole thing unwrap, looking over at Haerin with a mischievous grin.

"Haerin? Are you afraid of heights?" Haerin immediately shook her head, hoping Danielle would ask her to join her on the ferris wheel.

"Great! How about you ride the ferris wheel alone for three minutes?"

A frown fell on her face, along with a big sigh. Danielle was a difficult person when it came to those who liked her. Usually, it was a blessing for Haerin, but she was now annoyed. Minji snickered, finding the situation funny. Haerin lazily made her way over to the ferris wheel, cursing the universe for ruining her enjoyment.

"I wanna join her." you stated, hoping Minji would take the hint.

The butterflies in her stomach disappeared, feeling more like a pit all of a sudden. "Oh. Well, you could if you want to.." Her disappointment sounded way too obvious, causing you to chuckle, "Well you obviously didn't get the hint. I meant I want to look at a better VIEW this time," you emphasized the word 'view'.

Minji unnoticably gulped, nodding quickly so her chances of being alone with you on a ferris wheel on wouldn't go to waste. "Yes. Please."

"What are you guys doing here? I thought the winner was supposed to order the losers around?" Haerin genuinely asked, wondering if the two of you had gotten fooled.

Minji flushed, feeling both nervous and giddy that she couldn't answer the cat-like latters questions. You, on the other hand, took the initiative to answer her question, almost sounding as though you weren't internally panicking in your mind.

"We're actually gonna ride the ferris wheel together."

Haerin bitterly smiled, blaming Danielle for her stupidity. Now, she has to basically third-wheel and sit all by herself. 'Good going, Danielle. Look what you did, dense idiot.' was the only thing that echoed in Haerin's head.

"It's so pretty.." You stared at the cities that looked small from your view.

Minji had been admiring the view, too, not looking at you this time. "Pretty good, I guess. I've seen better."

"Really? You're seriously a picky one, aren't you?" You raised your brows jokingly.

"Hey— you don't know exactly what I've seen in my life, but it's pretty admirable," Minji jokingly huffed, sounding way too proud of her own accomplished

"I'm sure it has been," you added, pretending to sound uninterested, "I'm sure it has."

The silence grew, keeping it peaceful. Minji had more to say, but she wanted you to have a great time enjoying yourself. The silence grew even more, this time a little awkward than it was before. Thinking of how to start her sentence, Minji decided to go big or go home.

"Listen I-"

"Hey so-"

The cut-offs made by each other quickly turned into laughter. "I'll go first since I'm an impatient one." Minji quickly added in between her laughs. You agreed, waiting for her to continue. "Listen, I had a great time with you and everything. It was truly enjoyable," Minji softly smiled genuinely.

It was mutual. You grew fond of the girl. You wished that the time didn't fly past, but repeated as though it was meant to be. You wanted more time spent with her, but it'd be too weird to admit in front of you.

"Thank you.. for this time. I also enjoyed it," You paused, wanting to add more, "your friends were also funny!"

It grew quiet once again. This time, the two of you had nothing to worry about, letting the silence overtake the atmosphere. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a little sentimental that you couldn't even look Minji in the eye. Just how different would have things been if you saw how fond she looked while staring at you? Would you have done the same? It filled her with questions that felt almost too possible to answer nor ignore. It was on border of being either too annoying or exciting to feel.

"I-" Before she could even finish, the ferris wheel started moving again, showing that the ride was about to finish. "Huh?" You questioned, waiting for her to finish. Minji fake smiled, "it's nothing, I was just gonna spit out a fun fact."

You slowly nodded, wondering if there was more to it than just a fun fact. Oddly enough, she looked more disappointed than you did at the moment.

"So, how did the two of you enjoy your time?" Haerin asked bitterly, remembering how it was just more than 3 minutes to herself. At least it was good enough to question her whole existence.

"Great!"

"Yeah.."

You who sounded enthusiastic looked over at Minji, who looked down. You wanted to say more but a familiar face stopped you from doing so, realizing that it was your older brother coming to pick you up. Also, the friends that you had accidentally ditched just to hang out with Minji, though they didn't seem to mind because they looked like they also had a great time.

"Ah, my brother is here.. this is where I take my leave." This time, it was you who had bitterly smiled.

The glare that your brother had sent for straying too far sent chills down your spine, causing you to bow and apologize before running off to where he was. All of it was too sudden for Minji to even bid you goodbye. Hell, she was frozen, trying to process things.

"Nice going!" Hanni nudged, disappointed that you had left without leaving your number or anything.

There were too many emotions she was feeling at the moment. You turned back, waving one more time with a smile as Minji finally returned it. Your figure leaving further and further away from her was all she needed to realize that you had already disappeared.

"I'm such a coward. Please tell me you angels had gotten her number!" Minji basically begged, feeling like she could cry at the given moment when her friends shook their heads(except Hyein).

Minji faced the youngest one, hope laced in her tone. "Hyein?"

The youngest pretended to shake her head, that is, until Minji's head began to hang low in disappointment. "I'm joking. Oh my god, take a joke."

"Pause. Are you saying what I'm thinking?" Minji asked, a sudden adrenaline rush coursing through her.

"Yes, I asked for it earlier, knowing you'd be a full-on coward. You're welcome." Hyein rolled her eyes, giving the note.

Taking the note from Hyein's hand, Minji's stoic expression melted into a soft smile. Although she wasn't brave enough to ask, she felt happy that her friends(mostly Hyein) had her back. Who knew a handwritten note was what made her night the most besides spending time with you? Minji read the note all over again as if you included words in it.

'xxx-xxx-xxx don't spam text/call please TT joking do it :)'

"Hyein.. I'm definitely buying you whatever you want. You're finishing your barbie doll collection tomorrow, okay?" Minji patted the younger latter on the back.

Hyein smiled while the others frowned in envy, wanting the older girl to buy something for them, too. "Hey! What about us?" They asked in unison. Minji stared at the other girls in distaste, ignoring them before pulling Hyein under her arms, planning to spoil her with candy and drinks for the rest of the night. Who knew an ex-stranger would be the reason for Minji's sudden giddiness?

"Shoot. I forgot the teddy bear at the duck paddling thingy majiggys! We gotta go back!" Minji yelled, running a little later on as the others joined in.

Luckily enough, she was smart enough to hide it under the seats. Otherwise, it would have been a total loss for her and a big treasure find for whoever found it.

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