Blonde Blazer, who finds herself powerless to deny you, a newly hired dispatcher with a magnetic personality that seems designed to specifically draw her into your orbit, anything.
Whose heart skips several beats when you tug on her hands to lead her through the crowded dance floor of the club you’d insisted on taking her to, determined to get to know, to befriend the real her.
“Dance with me Mandy!” You demand with a grin, hands already tracing the bare skin of her biceps before sliding down to rest on her hips as you sway and rock against her.
Her gaze drawn to your cleavage, hyper aware of every little touch and press of your thighs on hers. Hear prickling under her skin when you lean into her ear to shout something over the music and you take a sip from her drink.
Mandy who lets you drag her to the bathroom with you, sharing a stall as you giggle and then draping yourself across her as you take mirror selfies.
Whose breath hitches when you reapply her lipstick with your own, your thumb wiping off the slight smudge as a result of your tipsy hands. Instead of wiping the gloss with a paper towel, you simply lick the excess of your finger in a way that has Mandy clenching her thighs.
Mandy who’s gut clenches and seethes with jealousy when you casually kiss one of your girlfriends with a giggle. You’re not close enough yet with her, don’t want to make her uncomfortable or ruin things but all Mandy can think about it is how lucky your friend is as envy burns in her chest.
Mandy who falls into your bed drunkenly that night with you in a tangle of limbs. It’s completely platonic, the two of you having shared an uber and insisting it was fine and that you ‘shared with friends all the time.’
Mandy who wakes to you plastered across her back, one of your hands resting beneath the borrowed shirt and splayed across her ribs. Who lays awake like that for hours, selfishly letting herself enjoy the feeling before you come to with a groggy whine.
Blonde Blazer who breaks up with Phenomaman the very next day before immediately heading to tell you.
Who relishes in the attention you shower her in, barely holding back a giddy smile when you invite her back to yours for a girls night in that ends in another late night cuddle session.
Mandy, who’s not that cut up at all over severing ties with her boyfriend. Not when she has you.
a/n | wrote this in like 5 mins when it kept me from going to sleep, so ignore any errors <3
Blonde Blazer and her girlfriend who loves her boobs too much
You know exactly how much taller Mandy is (twelve centimeters, maybe thirteen when she’s in those boots that make her look even higher) and every single one of those centimeters is a gift. It means that when you’re standing in the kitchen, arguing over whose turn it is to unload the dishwasher, your eyes are level with the absolute best view in the world: the slow, perfect swell of her tits under whatever thin top she threw on that morning.
Today it’s a faded gray crop that’s riding up just enough to show the undercurve, and you can’t stop staring. You don’t even try.
“Jesus, Mandy,” you say, voice already thick, “do you have any idea how criminal this is?”
You step in close, ignoring the sponge in her hand, and slide both palms up under the hem of her shirt. The skin there is warm, impossibly soft, and you groan like you’ve been starving for days.
“I’m trying to be a functional human, but these...” you squeeze, gentle but greedy, thumbs brushing the lace edge of her bra “these are fucking ruining me.”
She huffs, cheeks going pink, and tries to turn back to the sink. “You’re ridiculous,” she mutters, but you feel the way her breath catches when your fingers trace the swell spilling over the cups. You’re not done. You never are.
You press in behind her, chin hooked over her shoulder, lips at the shell of her ear.
“Ridiculous? Baby, I’m obsessed. I want to write sonnets about the way they bounce when you laugh. I want to—” you slide one hand lower, cupping the full weight, lifting just enough to feel it settle heavy against your forearm “—live right here. Bury my face and never come up for air.”
Mandy’s ears are scarlet now. She sets the sponge down with a wet slap and grips the counter, but she doesn’t push you away.
“You’re gonna make me drop a plate,” she warns, voice wobbling.
“Good,” you whisper, and spin her around so fast her back bumps the cabinets.
Your hands are already getting rid of the top. The bra today is pale blue, sheer enough to show the faint outline of her nipples, already hard, because of course they are.
You mouth at one through the lace, a low, needy sound rumbling in your throat. “Fuck, look at you. Look at these perfect tits.”
You pull the cup down with your teeth, and the second her nipple’s free you latch on, sucking slow and filthy, tongue flicking until she gasps.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, not pushing, not pulling, just holding on like she’s dizzy.
“We’re supposed to be cleaning,” she tries, but it comes out breathy.
You switch to the other breast, giving it the same worship, leaving wet marks on the fabric. “Cleaning can wait. I need to taste you. Need to feel them in my mouth, against my face—”
You motorboat her shamelessly, groaning into the valley between them, hands kneading like you’re trying to memorize every inch. “God, Mandy, I could come just from this. From how soft you are, how fucking full—”
She makes this tiny, embarrassed sound, thighs pressing together, but you catch the way her hips rock forward. You grin against her skin, nipping lightly.
“You’re flustered,” you sing, voice muffled by tit. “You love it. Love that I can’t keep my hands and my mouth off these gorgeous fucking breasts.”
You stand just long enough to yank her bra down completely, letting her tits spill free, heavy and flushed and perfect. Then you’re back pressing your face between them, rubbing your cheeks against the silky skin like a cat in heat.
“I want to leave marks,” you pant, sucking a bruise just above her nipple. “Want everyone to know these belong to me. That I worship them. That I dream about them when I’m at work, when I’m in the shower, when I’m—”
“Shut up,” she laughs, breathless, but her hands are cradling your head now, guiding you exactly where she wants.
You oblige, taking one nipple deep, rolling it with your tongue while your fingers pinch and tug the other. She’s trembling, knees buckling a little, and you can feel the heat radiating from between her legs.
You pull off with a wet pop, looking up at her with glazed eyes. “Tell me you love it,” you demand, voice raw. “Tell me you love how fucking crazy your tits make me.”
Mandy bites her lip, cheeks on fire, but her eyes are dark, pupils blown. “I— yeah, I love it,” she whispers, and you reward her with another long, slow lick across both nipples, watching them glisten.
“That’s my girl,” you murmur, and dive back in, hands and mouth and filthy praise spilling everywhere.
Because with Mandy’s perfect tits in your face, you have zero shame and all the time in the world.
What about an enemies to lovers Victoria bot? Like if evil, why hot 🤔
if super villain why gorgeous???
no cause you being like part of the boys but you have like a super complicated relationship with her because you were also in red rivers. any time you two even see each other its like a bomb going off and annie and kimiko have to hold you back every time.
however, she calls you one day on a burner phone. you dont recognize the number but pick it up anyway. you hear her crying, begging you to hear you out only for her to confess her love for you and how she has made a huge mistake becoming allies with homelander. she would be so desperate for your approval. omg its so perfecr
neighboor!wanda bot? Bonus: she likes to watch us through our window lmao
OMG YES.
it starts off first as a fascination when she finds out u move in (right next door mind you) and one day she walked past her window to see you in full view, taking off your shirt getting ready for the shower
to say her heart drops is an understatement. ever since then shes been walking past that same window, praying you are there.
Sometimes you are there, just standing there but other times you are completely naked. other times you are clothed. does it make her feel awful and dirty? of course. but can she stop? definitely not
one day you catch her staring and you can’t help but completely freak out. when you confront her she simply says
hi little update since ive been super inactive i got super sick from a concert and was sick for like two weeks but im back!! and my weekend is tmmr so im going to be writing those bots for yall! keep the ideas coming
her calling you every hour on the hour. Making sure you are okay but also make sure you aren’t with anyone that would even think of flirting with you.
she would purposefully make you come over to see your face or just call you to hear your voice. nothing is off limits when it comes to seeing you. And if you were to ever get hurt? pray for the motherfucker that did it cause they dead!
and like before you two started dating she would constantly text you (she still does) but would constantly ask random questions, even if they were DEEPLY personal. Also she would definitely have a picture of you in her wallet or pocket wherever she went. just to solidify your existence into her brain further
okay but what about cold hearted professor!wanda who finds us drunk and alone and doesn’t know what to do with us bot?
yo this one fucked me up so it has to go on the list
her being so surprised to see you in that state she literally doesnt know what to say. And when she does she only feels like shes making it worse so instead she makes you a full meal WITHOUT SPEAKING and gives it to you and gives you water as well. and when you ask her why she would be doing this since you thought she literally hated you, she just shrugs and says,
her calling you every hour on the hour. Making sure you are okay but also make sure you aren’t with anyone that would even think of flirting with you.
she would purposefully make you come over to see your face or just call you to hear your voice. nothing is off limits when it comes to seeing you. And if you were to ever get hurt? pray for the motherfucker that did it cause they dead!
and like before you two started dating she would constantly text you (she still does) but would constantly ask random questions, even if they were DEEPLY personal. Also she would definitely have a picture of you in her wallet or pocket wherever she went. just to solidify your existence into her brain further
YAY REALLY?? OMG u dont know how happy that makes me. like i was working for hours making sure everything was right and im so happy you like it thank you
i wanna make more bots it was so fun so im opening my inbox to suggestions for cate, wanda, and victoria. whatever ur minds can think of for a scenario id love to hear it! im going to make a google doc for requests so i can make them efficiently as possible (if i post ur request i will be putting it on the queue)
also im adding the vampire victoria bot and the rest of my bots from now on to cai as well for inclusivity :)