#slushie

HIIII GUESS WHO SNUCK OUT FOR SLUSHIE!!!!!

I'm picking Slushie because I am the most obsessed with them atm fksfhsjk

Slushie's toyhouse

B A S I C S

full name: Slushie

gender: Genderfluid

sexuality: Pansexual

pronouns: He/she/they

O T H E R S

family: His found family is Bramble and Nibble

birthplace: Has always lived in the city

job: No steady job, has random part-time jobs occasionally

phobias: Ending up alone

guilty pleasures: Sour apple slushies

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close minded / open-minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable (he's both kinda but he's not disagreeable on purpose)

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower

empathetic / unemphatic

optimistic / pessimistic

traditional / modern

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: No otp because Slushie is one of those characters I ship freely with almost anyone lol

ot3: Bramble and Nibble

brotp: Tapioca, Platinum's OC

notp: None yet

summery : after bringing mari to a breathless release, a simple sip of an icy slushie turns an intimate kiss into an unexpectedly filthy trigger that sends her spiraling over the edge. overwhelmed by the shock of icy sweetness and deep, relentless touching, mari surrenders to a violent, mind-melting climax on her bed.

pairings : gf!mari x fem!reader

warnings : graphic sexual content, explicit wlw, female reader x female character, intense orgasm, food/temperature play, ice play, cold kiss, finger play, wet touching, sensory overload, heavy breathing, overstimulation, consensual, high passion

a/u: i wrote this before i realised u probably ment like going out with mari to get slushies or something 😭 writing this defiantly wasnt in my 2026 bingo card

The heavy afternoon heat made the air in Mari’s bedroom feel thick and suffocating, but neither of you seemed to care.

You had her pinned flat against the mattress, her knees pulled wide on either side of your hips as your hands held her wrists firmly above her head. Mari was breathless, her dark eyes wide and fixed entirely on yours, her lip caught tightly between her teeth as you dragged your hips forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her squirming beneath you.

"You're taking too long," Mari gasped out, her voice a strained, needy whisper as she tried to pull her hands free from your grip. "Stop teasing me."

"I don't think so," you murmured, leaning down until your breath brushed against the shell of her ear. "You don't get to call the shots in here today."

Mari let out a sharp, frustrated whine, but the way her body arched up into yours betrayed her completely. She twisted her hips, searching for friction, her thighs clamping tightly around your waist to drag you closer. The slick, wet slide of your body against hers made a soft, unmistakable sound in the quiet room, completely drowning out the ambient noise from the rest of the house.

You finally released her wrists, sliding your hand down her stomach to press your palm flat against her swollen heat. Mari gasped loudly, her back instantly arching off the bed as your fingers found her clit, working in quick, slick circles while your hips kept up a steady, deep pressure against her.

"God—" she choked out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin through your shirt. "Right there. Don't stop—fuck, don't stop."

You didn't. You slid two fingers deep inside her, matching her breathless, desperate gasps with hard, relentless pushes that sent a violent shudder straight through her frame. Mari's head rolled back onto the pillow, her throat exposed, a high, trembling moan breaking out of her mouth as her walls began to contract tight and scalding around you.

"Look at me, Mari," you rasped, leaning over her until your lips hovered right over hers.

She opened her glossy, dark eyes, her gaze completely unraveled and hazy with pure pleasure. As her chest heaved and her thighs trembled violently around your hips, her entire body went rigid, tumbling over the edge into a deep, shaking orgasm that left her breathless, trembling, and utterly spent beneath you.

You leaned back on your heels, watching Mari lie breathless and flushed against the mattress, her chest rising and falling in fast, uneven hitches.

Reaching over to her nightstand, your hand wrapped around the plastic cup of the melting blue raspberry slushie you’d brought up earlier. The condensation dripped cold against your warm palm. You pulled the straw to your lips, taking a long, deep sip, letting the icy sweetness chill your tongue and the back of your throat.

Mari opened her glossy eyes, watching you through half-lidded, heavy lashes as you set the cup back down on the nightstand.

"What are you doing?" she rasped out, her voice delightfully wrecked, her fingers weakly tugging at your waist to pull you back down over her.

Instead of answering, you leaned down, cupped her chin in your hand, and pressed your lips firmly against hers.

Mari gasped in surprise at the shock of freezing cold, blue raspberry sweetness rushing onto her warm tongue. Her hands immediately flew to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as she greedily tasted the ice, letting out a soft, satisfied hum against your mouth. The contrast of the freezing slushie against the intense, lingering heat of her body made her shiver, her fingers tangling tight in your hair as she kissed you back, desperate for every last drop.

Mari’s eyes snapped wide open against yours, a sharp gasp catching in her throat as the freezing, sweet slushie hit her warm tongue. But instead of pulling away from the cold, her grip on the back of your neck tightened violently, her nails digging into your scalp as a low, shuddering moan vibrated deep in her chest.

She wasn't just taking it—she was addicted to it. The shocking clash of icy blue raspberry against the feverish, swollen heat of her body sent a sudden, electric shock straight down between her legs.

"God, give me more," she rasped frantically against your mouth, her lips wet and stained red-and-blue, her breath hitching as she practically tried to swallow the sweet cold straight out of your mouth. "Kiss me—fuck, kiss me again."

You didn't hesitate. You leaned down and grabbed another long, icy mouthful from the nightstand, coming right back down to slam your mouth over hers. At the exact same second the cold sweetness flooded her mouth, you slammed three fingers deep inside her already-soaking heat.

Mari’s entire body went rigid, snapping off the bed like an over-stretched bowstring.

A muffled, wrecked scream ripped out of her throat directly into your mouth as the sweet, icy taste combined with the hard, relentless pressure between her thighs proved to be way too much. Her walls clamped down on your fingers with a sudden, suffocating vice grip, her inner muscles pulsing violently around you in fast, chaotic spasms.

"Fuck—fuck!" she sobbed out, breaking the kiss as her head slammed back into the pillow, her mouth hanging open, gasping for air.

You didn't show an ounce of mercy, maintaining a fast, brutal rhythm, curling your fingers high inside her wet heat while her tongue frantically darted over her own lips, tasting the melting sugar left behind. Mari’s hips were bucking wildly off the mattress, her thighs trembling so hard they were practically vibrating against your ribs.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, far harder than the first—a deep, full-body release that made her sob out loud, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her whole body shuddered and broke underneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intense, filthy sweetness of it all.

You blinked, stunned for a split second by the sheer intensity of her reaction as her body convulsed violently beneath you. You hadn't expected a simple slushie to send her completely over the edge like that, but watching her lose all control was intoxicating.

A low, breathy laugh escaped your throat against her neck as you slowly slowed your pace, letting the harsh, frantic pulsing of her body gently ease into a slow, trembling swell.

"Damn, Mari," you murmured, pulling your slick fingers free and leaning over to kiss her flushed cheek, tasting the faint, lingering sweetness on her skin. "Didn't realize I was dealing with a sweet tooth."

Mari could barely answer, her chest heaving up and down, her dark eyes still unfocused as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She weakly lifted a arm, flopping it over your neck to drag you down flush against her chest, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of pure exhaustion.

"Shut up," she rasped out, her voice entirely wrecked, a small, thoroughly spent smirk touching her sugar-stained lips. "Just lie here."

still not doing amazing but

in my defense… who breaks up with someone at 10:30pm over text like what a bastard!

i couldnt even go get a slushie :,{