#All your nerves coming back online at once and it's not good

[haven-gum-rockrose]

Hey hey did you know my favorite fic trope is hypothermia? I just think its so nifty

[xhunnybeeex]

kinktober post 2

only 50 dollars an hour!

TW//: NSFW content, camboy/pornstar! Scott, phone-sex, paying for sex, innocent reader, dominate! Scott,

You snap back into the conversation your college friends were having, watching them laugh and point at their phones. “What? Sorry I zoned out.” you murmur. “You know Scott Barringer?-” your friend asks. “Yeah?” they all try to contain their laughter before explaining what you missed. “The guy has an Only Fans.” Once the words slip out your friends all continue dying laughing. You nervously chuckle, not seeing the big deal about the situation, times were tough for everyone in college, and he was a nice guy. You had him in your English class in your second year. 

“I paid for it and girl you gotta see-” your friend giggles. Before you can even say anything, her phone is in your hand and she's scrolling through photos of the man, exposed and on display. Your mouth becomes dry as you, not really by choice, look at picture after picture of his body. 

“Yeah apparently he also does some camboy shit for like 50 bucks an hour.” one of your friends adds “what a hoe.”  another snickers, taking back her phone. You nod along and continue dinner with your girlfriends. 

As you sit alone in your dorm room, you think about the pictures you saw. Photo after photo playing through your mind. Fuck it, you think. You search up the account on Only Fans, only to be left with no results. “Weird.” you shake off. 

“Listen if you're here to make fun of me you can keep your mouth shut.” Scott says as he continues to walk in the university hallway. You had seen him in the hallway and brought up the account. “No no it's not that at all.” you trot behind him. “I saw your account and i went to go see it again and i couldn't find it. The pictures were really good.” you admit. He stops walking away from you, turning to face you. “You think so?” he asks, seeming surprised. “Yeah.” you say awkwardly. “Well…..” he shoves his hands in his pockets and moves his body close to yours. “My chatroom is still open, only 50 dollars an hour, and you get me for whatever you want.” he whispers. your body is tense, unalive and still. “o-okay,” you stutter, not being able to conjure anything else out of your mouth. “okay.” he smiles. “9 o’clock, i'll be on. I hope to see you there.” a smirk is plastered on his face as he checks you up and down before turning his body around and continuing to walk in the direction he was headed. 

you shakily type in his username on your laptop once the time becomes nine. You notice he's already online and you start to get into the chat room quicker. The payment method comes onto your screen and you quickly type in your information. Once paid, a call flashes on your screen. Your palms sweat and you press the green button on the bottom left. 

When you see Scott on the screen, shirtless and sitting at his desk, your breath hitches and your eyes immediately wander towards his chest. “How are you?” he asks. “I uh i'm alright.” you manage to get out. He chuckles, being able to see your nerves. “Relax. There's no need to be all nervous.” he smiles. You nod and sit staring at your computer, not sure what you're supposed to be doing. “This is your first time doing this sort of thing isn't it?” he asks. You nod again sheepishly and he smiles at your innocence. “Why don’t I guide us through this then.” he says smoothly. You swallow hard and he takes that as a yes, knowing you're too nervous to make out words. 

“I'm gonna take my shorts off, and I want you to do the same.” he directs. You slowly obliged and slid your jeans down your thighs. “Pull your laptop down sweetheart, i wanna see too.” he smiles, pulling off his shorts and boxers. His cock is half hard as he sits back down in his desk chair, smirking as your lips part. You pull down your laptop screen, your blue lace panties being visible to Scott's view. His eyes darted around your thighs that were spread and layed over your calves as you blush at your camera. His hand moves to his length and he strokes himself as he watches you squirm. “Go on baby don't be shy.” he coos. 

Your hand snakes to your clothed clit and slowly circles the nub. You whine and your hips gently buck up to meet your fingers, your eyes glued to scott. “That’s it sweetheart, you got this.” he praises. “Can you pull off that shirt for me love?” he asks. You nod and pull your shirt over your head, your breasts falling out and onto display from your lack of a bra. His lips part and his hand quickens its pace. “God you're gorgeous.” he pants. 

Your fingers curl into your underwear, teasing your own folds and getting covered in slick. Scotts eyes are struck by you. He knows better than to ask too much of clients, but he can't help but want to see more of you. Hell to seeing you, he wants to be in you, tasting you, touching you. His other hand travels down to his balls, squeezing himself and groaning in pleasure. 

The sounds coming out of Scotts mouth feel like a reward. You enter a finger into yourself and whine at the small stretch. You quickly insert another, feeling needy and longing for more. Both you and Scott have your hands moving quickly and desperately. His whining and whimpers become louder and Scott and see your slick pooling out and covering your panties. His tip is a dark pink, spilling out precum and begging for release. 

“I'm gonna count to three, and when I get to three, I want you to come with me. I know your close baby.” he commands. You moan and nod desperately. He chuckles and begins counting. “One,... two,... three,....” the number is like a button was pressed, immediately hitting you with your orgasm. You moan loudly, cum dripping out of your folds and your eyes fixated on Scott, who has cum spurting out of his tip and covering his chest, moaning your name quietly, not really wanting you to hear him. Your fingers ride you out of your high and you eventually pull out your wet fingers and wipe them on your undies. You're panting and you wipe your sweat covered forehead and chuckle nervously. 

“You did amazing.” Scott compliments. “Why don’t I see you in person next time, free of charge.” 

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[meazalykov]

winner winner

emily fox x actress!reader

summary: your girlfriend is surprised when you mention her name at an event

the lights are bright as you sit at one of the front tables at the emmy awards, heart racing as the show plays out in front of you. 

your castmates are scattered around the table, all smiling and laughing between segments, but you can’t shake the nervous excitement settling in your stomach. 

you’ve been nominated for best actress in a drama series, and even though everyone keeps telling you how deserving you are, you can’t quite believe it.

you glance down at your phone, where a string of texts from emily fill the screen. 

emily: good luck babe!!!

emily: i'm so proud of you already

emily: everyone's watching here, don't stress <3

you can practically see her excited smile behind the messages, and it makes your heart swell. she’s back in london, watching the ceremony with her arsenal teammates, and just the thought of her staying up late to support you calms you slightly.

“you ready for this?” one of your co-stars leans over, nudging you playfully.

you give them a tight-lipped smile, fiddling with your rings. “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

the presenters return to the stage, and your category is announced just an hour after the show began. 

you try to focus on your breathing as the nominees are listed, your name flashing on the screen alongside clips from your show. your heart pounds in your chest, and then—

“and the emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to... y/n l/n!!!!!”

the world goes silent for a moment as you register the words, and then it hits you all at once. you’ve won. you can’t stop the grin from spreading across your face as your castmates erupt in cheers around you, hugging you tightly before you make your way to the stage.

the applause is loud, the lights almost blinding as you step up to the microphone, holding the emmy in your trembling hands. 

you glance out at the audience, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, and then you begin.

“wow... okay,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to calm your nerves. “i did not expect this, so i’ll try to keep it together.”

the audience chuckles softly, and you glance at your cast sitting at the table. “first, i want to thank my incredible co-stars. this show would be nothing without you guys. you’re all so talented, amazing, and supportive, and i feel so lucky to have worked alongside you.”

you take a deep breath, emotions catching up with you. “to my parents, thank you for always believing in me, even when this career felt like a far-fetched dream. and to the crew, the writers, the directors—everyone who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to make this show come to life—you’re the real heroes tonight.”

you pause, feeling a lightness in your chest as you approach the end of your speech. “and last but not least... emily,” you say with a smirk, eyes twinkling. “she knows what she did.”

the audience bursts into laughter, and you can already imagine the chaos that line will cause online. 

you grin wider, feeling a surge of warmth as you picture emily blushing back in london. 

“seriously, though, emily, your support means the world to me. i couldn’t have done this without you too.”

you finish with a few final words of gratitude before stepping off the stage, your heart still racing as you return to your seat, clutching the emmy tightly. 

your phone buzzes in your lap, and you can already see the notifications piling up—fans reacting to your speech, people congratulating you. but there’s one message you’re waiting for.

meanwhile, in london, emily sits wide-eyed in front of the tv, surrounded by her arsenal teammates—leah, katie, caitlin, kyra, and lia.

when your speech finishes, the room erupts.

“she mentioned you!” leah exclaims, clapping emily on the back.

“emily too,” katie teases, mimicking your voice with a grin. “you’re famous now.”

emily buries her face in her hands, cheeks burning red. “oh my god, stop!”

“that was so cute!” kyra says, nudging emily with her elbow. “you didn’t tell us she’d say something like that.”

“i didn’t know!” emily protests, still flustered. “she’s just—ugh, she’s amazing.”

“so when’s the wedding?” caitlin jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including emily, though she can’t hide the proud smile spreading across her face.

hours later, you finally return to your hotel suite, the weight of the emmy still surreal in your hands. 

as soon as the door shuts behind you, you dial emily’s number, eager to hear her voice.

she picks up on the second ring. “hey, you.”

“hey,” you grin, sinking onto the couch, exhausted but exhilarated. 

“did you watch?”

“of course i watched! you were incredible, y/n. seriously, we’re all freaking out over here.”

“you’re freaking out? well, i’m not surprised– you were probably blushing.” you laugh. 

emily groans on the other end. “i knew that was coming. you couldn’t resist, could you?”

“nope,” you reply cheekily, settling deeper into the cushions. “but i meant it, em. your support really does mean the world to me. i wouldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”

there’s a pause on the other end, and when emily speaks again, her voice is softer. “that’s sweet of you to say. i’m just so proud of you. i knew you’d win.”

“i still can’t believe it,” you admit, glancing at the emmy sitting on the table across from you. “it feels like a dream.”

“well, believe it,” emily says with a smile in her voice. “you earned it.”

you close your eyes, the sound of her voice easing the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside you. 

“i can’t wait to see you when i get back to london.”

“me neither,” emily replies. “but for now, just enjoy your night. you deserve it.”

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “i love you, em.”

“i love you too.”

as the call ends, you look around the quiet room, the emmy glinting in the soft light. you smile, happy to be a winner and to have a winner supporting you back home.

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[ragvas]

The Babysitter

You sit anxiously in your living room, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. Life has been stressful recently, and after stumbling upon a peculiar service online, you found yourself curious enough to take the plunge. Titan Care, a company that promised to send a giantess caretaker. Craving something unique and outlandish, you decided to give it a try. Now, all you can do is wait.

As the clock strikes 7 PM, a firm knock echoes from your door. Your heart races as you stand, your palms sweaty, unsure of what to expect. Opening the door, you're greeted by the towering figure of Ava, your babysitter for the evening.

Ava stands an imposing 7' 11" (240 cm) tall, her presence immediately commanding your attention. She looks to be in her early 20s, her long, dark brown hair cascading down her back in gentle waves. Her dark brown eyes glint with amusement and confidence as she smiles down at you. Wearing a tight black top that hugs her voluptuous E-cup breasts and form-fitting leggings that accentuate her curvy hips, she exudes both femininity and power.

"Hey there cutie," she greets with a playful grin, her voice low and sultry. "I’ll be in charge of you tonight."

At 5' 11" (180 cm) yourself, you feel dwarfed by Ava's towering presence as she casually steps into your apartment, ducking slightly to avoid hitting her head on the doorframe. Her sheer size makes you feel small, and her confident aura makes her even more intimidating.

"Y-yeah, come on in," you stammer, trying to shake off the nerves. You hadn’t imagined your babysitter would be this tall… or this commanding.

Ava strides gracefully into the living room, her movements fluid despite her size. She surveys the room before turning her attention back to you, raising an eyebrow. "So, what exactly do you need me for tonight? You ordered a babysitter after all," she teases, folding her arms under her chest, causing her E-cup breasts to press together.

Your face heats up. "Well… I guess I just wanted some company," you admit, feeling sheepish.

Ava laughs softly, her voice rich and smooth. "Company, huh? Well, lucky for you, I’m great at that." She steps closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over you as she leans down. "But there’s something you should know about me," she whispers, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Before you can ask what, she means, Ava pulls down her leggings and top, revealing her enormous breasts. Straightening up, she stretches her arms, and suddenly, her body begins to glow. To your shock, she starts growing bigger...

Her already impressive height expands rapidly, her legs lengthening, her torso stretching, and her prominent E-cup breasts swelling larger. You stand frozen as Ava surpasses 9' 10" (300 cm), her breasts now F-cups swaying heavily as her towering figure fills the room.

"Surprised?" she asks with a playful smirk, hunched over slightly to avoid hitting the ceiling. "I told you I’d be in charge tonight." (Picture)

You gulp, your heart pounding. You expected a tall babysitter, but not one who could grow.

Ava, clearly enjoying your reaction, continues to expand. Her body stretches upwards once more, quickly reaching 11' 6" (350 cm), her G-cup breasts starting to leak milk as her curves grow more pronounced. The room feels impossibly small as she looms over you, her dominance undeniable.

Crouching down, she brings her face close to yours, her dark brown eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Don’t worry, I’m not done yet," she teases, her breath warm on your skin.

Your legs feel weak as Ava gently lifts you off the ground, cradling you in her arms. You feel like a child compared to her now G-cup, 11' 6" (350 cm) frame, your face inches from her chest as she holds you close.

"How about we make this night a little more interesting?" she suggests, her voice a seductive whisper. She presses you against her ample breasts, the soft flesh enveloping you. "I’m going to take good care of you, little one."

Before you can respond, Ava's body glows again, her growth even more dramatic. She shoots past 13' 2" (400 cm), her breasts expanding to H-cups. Her enormous frame nearly fills the entire room, her body dominating the space, yet her touch remains gentle.

"You seem a little thirsty," she says slyly, glancing down at you. Her breasts, swollen to full H-cups, leaking streams of sweet milk, and she gently presses your face closer to her massive nipple. "Let me help with that."

Your face flushes as Ava's nipple, large enough to spread your jaws wide, is pressed into your mouth. She cradles you, her enormous frame completely dwarfing you as she feeds you, the act both nurturing and utterly dominant.

"You’re mine now," Ava whispers, her voice filled with playful authority. "And I’m going to make sure you never forget this night."

Minutes pass as Ava's body continues to grow slowly while you eagerly suck her giant nipple, eventually reaching an unbelievable 14' 9" (450 cm) with J-cup breasts. Her presence overwhelms the room, her dominance absolute. You’re cradled in her arms, completely at her mercy, enveloped by her size, power, and warmth.

She gazes into your eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Now that I have you right where I want you, let’s explore some fun together, shall we?" Her dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief.

With a gentle yet firm grip, Ava lowers you onto the couch, her J-cup breasts brushing against your face as she does so. She looms over you, her towering height making you feel vulnerable yet safe. "So, what would you like to do first?"

Your heart races as Ava's massive breasts hover over you, the warmth of her skin and the sweet scent of her milk making your mouth water. You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself. "I-I don't know," you murmur, feeling both nervous and curious about the power dynamics that have just shifted so dramatically in her favour. You gaze up at her, her dark brown eyes filled with a mix of amusement and challenge. "What do you usually do with the people you...uh, babysit?"

Ava laughs, her deep, sultry chuckle sending vibrations through the air. She lowers her face closer to yours, her warm breath fanning across your cheeks. "Oh, I do whatever they want, within reason," she says with a wink. "But since you’re not quite sure yet, let me introduce you to a few of my favourite games." Her grin widens as she reaches down with one of her giant hands and gently pinches your nose. "Hold your breath tiny," she orders playfully, and before you know it, your face is buried in her colossal cleavage. The softness and warmth engulf you as the scent of her skin fills your nostrils.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you find yourself face-first in Ava’s overwhelming cleavage. The warm, soft flesh surrounds your head, and you struggle to breathe, feeling a little smothered but also oddly comforted. You can feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against your cheek.

Ava's laughter echoes through the room, a rich, deep sound that seems to resonate in your very soul. Without warning, she starts to bounce her colossal J-cup breasts up and down, the weight of them pressing your face into the plush valley between them. Each bounce sends a jolt of pleasure through her, making her wetter and more aroused. Her nipples harden and leak more milk as she watches your expression, enjoying the power play. "How do you like that, little one?" she asks, her voice thick with amusement and desire.

You let out a muffled moan, the feeling of Ava's breasts bouncing against your face a strange mix of thrilling and overwhelming. You lift your arms and try to push them apart, the need to breathe overcoming the comfort of the warm embrace. "A-Ava, I can't breathe!" you squeak out, your voice muffled by her flesh.

Ava's eyes widen in mock surprise as she feels your struggling. She pauses, letting your face emerge from the sea of softness. "Oh, you want to come up for air?" she asks playfully. Her grin is infectious, and despite the odd situation, you can't help but smile. She gently lifts you by the waist with one hand, the other cupping your chin to tilt your face towards her. Her thumb brushes against your lower lip, a bead of milk still lingering there. "You're so cute when you're all flustered," she murmurs, leaning down to lick the milk off your mouth, her tongue long and warm. "Now, where were we?"

Your cheeks redden as Ava's tongue traces the outline of your mouth. Her touch sends a jolt of excitement through you, and you can't help but lean into it. "I-I guess we could watch a movie," you suggest, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy.

Ava smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "A movie, hmm?" she says, placing you back down on the couch. She reaches for the remote, her massive hand engulfing it. "But not just any movie," she adds, flipping through the channels with surprising deftness for someone of her size. She stops on a channel playing a film with a giantess theme, the screen showing a tiny man at the mercy of a giant woman's feet. "I think this one will be perfect for us tonight." She sits down, her body taking up most of the couch. "Get comfortable," she says, patting the cushion next to her.

You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you watch the giantess on the screen. It's eerily similar to your current situation, and the sight of Ava's colossal body beside you makes it all the more real. You scoot closer, leaning against her leg, feeling the warmth and firmness of her muscles beneath her skin.

Ava's eyes don't leave the screen as she feels your body press against her leg. She can't resist running her hand over the couch, her fingers grazing your shoulder lightly. "I see you're a fan of these types of films," she says with a knowing smile. "Well, I've got plenty more where that came from." She reaches down and strokes your hair gently, her touch soothing yet firm, sending tingles down your spine. "But for now, let's just watch and get cozy." As the movie plays, she shifts her leg slightly, allowing you to fit more snugly against her. The mass of her thigh is soft against your skin, and you can't help but feel the power and warmth emanating from her. The scene on the screen escalates, showing the giantess playing with the tiny man, and you find your gaze flickering between the TV and Ava's breasts

Her hand pauses in your hair, and you feel a slight tug as Ava tilts your head back. She catches you staring at her chest, your eyes wide and slightly glazed. She smirks, her cheeks flushing a little. "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr. Her breasts suddenly growing to K-cups, the weight of them making her lean back slightly to maintain balance. She cups one in her hand, lifts it, and lets it drop, watching your reaction as the milk spills out in a gentle cascade. "Looks like you're enjoying the show," she says, her voice teasing.

You swallow hard, nodding slightly. The sight of Ava's giant, leaking breasts is both mesmerizing and intimidating. The warmth of her leg against yours is comforting, but the thought of her overwhelming size keeps you on edge. "It's...it's pretty amazing," you admit, your voice a little hoarse.

Ava's eyes darken with desire as she watches you squirm under her gaze. Her hand, which was resting on her own thigh, begins to slide upward, tracing the curve of her waist. "I think it's about time we take this to the next level, don't you?" she whispers, her voice thick with need. Her hand reaches down, her fingers brushing against the side of your face, leaving a trail of electricity. She leans in, her breasts shifting and jiggling with the movement. "You're so adorable," she murmurs, her mouth so close to yours that you can feel the heat of her breath. "And I can't wait to see just how much you can handle." Without waiting for a response, she presses her lips to yours, her kiss demanding and passionate, her tongue slipping into your mouth to explore. Her other hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place as she deepens the kiss.

Your heart thunders in your chest as Ava's soft, yet insistent, kiss takes you by surprise. You melt into it, your body responding instinctively to her dominance. Her tongue dances with yours, and the taste of her fills your mouth. You can feel your own desire growing, and you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer despite her immense size. Your mind is a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, fear, and something else you can't quite name. As you break away for air, you gaze up at her, eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. "What's... what's the next level?" you ask, your voice a mix of nerves and eagerness.

With a predatory smile, Ava stands, her K-cup breasts swaying heavily, and you can't help but stare as she does. Her hand slides down her body, tracing the curves of her waist to the hem of her black panties. She steps out of them, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with arousal. With a sudden surge of power, she grows to 16' 5" (500 cm), her breasts now M-cups, and the couch groans beneath her as she straddles your thighs. She reaches down, her fingers deftly unbuckling your pants and freeing your erection. "This," she says, her voice a low growl as she positions her massive, round ass over your cock. She lowers herself onto you, her sofa-sized cheeks enveloping you completely, her weight pressing down with surprising gentleness. She starts to bounce, her movements gaining speed and power as she takes you deep within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both your bodies. Her ass jiggles like gelatine, and you can feel the warmth and softness of her flesh as she uses your body to satisfy her giant needs. "How's that for the next level?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

You gasp as Ava's massive body settles onto you, her soft, warm flesh enveloping you. The weight is immense, but she's careful not to crush you, her strength perfectly balanced. The sensation of her giant pussy around your cock is overwhelming, and you can feel the power in each of her movements as she bounces on top of you. Her M-cup breasts jiggle with every bounce, and you reach up to cup one, feeling the heavy weight in your hand as you try to keep up with her rhythm. You're in awe of her size and power, and the vulnerability of being with someone so much larger makes the experience even more intense. You wrap your arms around her waist, holding on tight as she takes control, her moans filling the room and echoing in your ears. You're lost in the moment, your body responding to hers as if it's been programmed to do so. The sensation of her giant, soft skin against yours is like nothing you've ever felt before, and you realize that you've never truly understood the concept of being "in over your head" until now.

Ava's eyes lock onto yours, her pupils dilated with arousal. Her cheeks flush with the exertion of her movements, and she watches your expressions of amazement and pleasure with a hint of triumph. Her giant hands come to rest on your chest, her fingers splayed out, feeling your heart racing beneath her touch. "You like that, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. She continues to ride you, her giant thighs flexing with each bounce. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room, a symphony of pleasure. She leans back, her breasts bobbing, and grabs one, squeezing it to let more milk spray out. It lands on your chest. "You're doing so well," she praises, her smile wide and genuine. "But I've got more in store for you." With a wink, she starts to grow again, her breasts swelling to N-cups as her body reaches 18' 1" (550 cm).

The sudden growth sends a fresh wave of excitement through you. Ava's breasts, now N-cups, are even more overwhelming than before. The milk on your chest feels warm and sticky, and the scent is intoxicating. You reach up to touch one of the massive orbs, the weight and softness making your head spin. "I-I've never felt anything like this," you admit, your voice strained with pleasure. You try to keep up with her rhythm, your hands slipping slightly on her wet skin.

Ava's smile widens at your admission, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and desire. Her movements on top of you become more fervent, the sofa beneath you groaning in protest as it struggles to withstand the force of her passion. Each bounce of her giant, round ass sends jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can feel the room shrinking around you as she grows even larger. Her breasts swell to O-cups, and with a final roar of ecstasy, she commands, "Bigger!" Her body responds, shooting up to 19' 8" (600 cm), her breasts growing to a monstrous size. Her pussy tightens around you, and you feel her weight pressing down, the sofa threatening to collapse. Her moans become louder, more primal, and she repeats her demand, "Bigger!" Her voice echoes through the room as she continues to grow, her breasts now P-cups, the weight of them resting heavily on your chest as she fucks you with an animalistic intensity.

Her breasts now P-cups, Ava's body starts to quiver, her orgasm building like a tidal wave. You feel your own climax approaching, and with a desperate whine, you beg, "I can't take it anymore!" She responds by quickening her pace, her giant thighs squeezing tighter around your waist. That sends you over the edge and you start cumming wildly inside her squeezing her soft hips with your tiny hands. You feel the sofa crack beneath you as she reaches her peak, slapping her massive ass down one final time with a force that sends shockwaves through the room. The sofa gives way, collapsing in a cloud of dust and fabric, but she doesn't miss a beat. Her moans become a triumphant roar as she cums, the vibrations of her orgasm shaking the very walls. Her pussy clamps down on you, milking every drop of cum from your body as she screams, "YES! You make me feel so fucking big!" Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the throes of pleasure. You lay there, panting and exhausted beneath her, her orgasm washing over you like a warm, enveloping blanket.

Her breathing slows as her orgasm subsides. With a gentle smile, she leans down, her P-cup breasts hovering over your face as she whispers, "You did so good, little one." She lifts herself off of you, her pussy releasing you with a wet pop. You lay there, panting and covered in a mix of sweat and milk, the room silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing. She reaches down, her hand cupping your cheek.

With a final, loving squeeze, Ava's hand withdraws, and she rises to her knees, her towering frame casting a shadow over the wreckage of the couch. Her body begins to shrink back to its original size, the power of her climax receding. You watch in amazement as she returns to her 7' 11" (240 cm) height, her breasts shrinking back to E-cups. She stands up and extends a hand, helping you to your feet. "Well, that was fun," she says with a wink. "But I think it's time for us to wrap up our little adventure." She gathers her clothes, slipping them back on with an ease that belies their tight fit. "Remember, everything that happened here stays between us, okay?" She leans in, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before heading to the door and disappearing in the night.

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[plush-rabbit]

Dating Vox Headcanons

I have opinions again!! It's been forever!!

A/N: its kinda on brand for me to fall for a tv headed demon

It comes to no surprise that Vox is obsessive when it comes to things that interest him. Taking note of you, is both a blessing and a curse. It’s cute- He’s cute. When he attempts to speak to you in the beginning, he’s mauve, not skipping a beat in his attempt to make himself bigger and better than anyone you’ve ever known. However, the moment that you take interest in him- that you actually encourage him to talk more about himself- he might actually short circuit a bit. His screen freezes and he might even flash SMPTE colors on his screen. 

As cute as he can be in the beginning, his obsessiveness also leaves you with no privacy whatsoever. He needs to know what you’re doing. It’s almost more than a need. It’s a want. It’s a desire to check in on you no matter what he’s doing in the meantime. He checks on you constantly, and sometimes it's for the worst. Hearing you laugh with someone that isn’t him, knowing that you’re having a good time when he isn’t around, is enough to have him claw at the table. He won’t confront you about it- at least not in the beginning of the relationship. At some point, you just become aware that he’s there. That as long as there’s some sort of screen- a camera, a television, a watch, anything- he can be there in no time flat. 

He needs you close to him. He doesn’t want to wait a second more without you, so he’ll hire you as his personal assistant. It’s great pay and hours, and the benefits are reserved to you and only you. At first, you’re grateful- you’re in Hell and your partner is someone who holds power, honestly, it could be worse. He gets the benefit of seeing you everyday, practically 24/7, with you at his beck and call. You scurry beside him, take your lunches beside him, he takes up your entire time. The few times that you are allowed to go eat with others in the building, he’s keeping an eye on you. He needs to make sure that he can trust the others around you- that they won’t set you up for failure.

That being said, any relationships that you have outside of him and the other Vees, is monitored. Thanks to technology and addictive personalities, everyone has some sort of device on them at all times. He needs to make sure you aren’t with people who will whisper misguidance into your ear. He needs to make sure that you’re okay. However, the minute someone gets a bit too cozy with you, he’ll make sure to take care of the problem. Whether it's stitching an audio together to make it sound like they’re badmouthing you, or anything of the sort, he’ll do it. He just needs you with him. He can’t risk someone else starting to tell you how suffocating the relationship sounds.

It’s gifts here and there for you! Whatever you want- whatever you’ve even browsed online, he’s sending it your way via express shipping. It’s wonderful at first- you get what you want and all you have to do is tell the television demon how wonderful he is and how much you appreciate him and how you’ll never leave him. It’s sweet at first, you get nice things, but then you have an argument with him, and you realize that his gifts aren’t just that. What he gave you was expensive- would it kill you to just be a little kinder to him? You can’t just smile and admit you’re wrong at least once? Especially after everything he’s done for you?

Whether you’re tolerated by Velvette or Valentino or not, you’re stuck in every meeting that Vox has with them. Lunches, dinners, conferences, attempting to calm Valentino down after a tantrum, overseeing Velvette and her fashion shows- you’re right there, next to Vox. His hand claws over the top of your head, patting you, or raking his claws down your back or over your arm in an attempt to soothe him. The way he sees it, he soothes everyone else, and there’s no one to settle his nerves except for you. You’re an accessory at times- dolled up, perched at his side, and only speaking when you’re given permission to. You’re paraded around the office, following him close at his heels, making sure that where he goes, you follow. You can’t be left alone- what if something were to happen to you? He needs to be close by to make sure that you stay safe.

He hates getting upset at you. It breaks his heart- or whatever he has inside of him- to see you snap at him. You curl your lips, bare your fangs and with tears in your eyes, you tell him how you’re exhausted and how you don’t want to be some accessory to him, how you’re tired of being stuck inside the damn tower. You never listen to his warnings of it being so dangerous outside, and when you do make an attempt to walk away from him, you remember that he’s an Overlord, and you are not. He’s horrific, mean, and much stronger than you are, and he has no trouble putting you in your place if you even make an attempt to leave him. He really does hate yelling at you. You’re terrified of him days after, flinching and tensing when he reaches for you. But you’re just a bit dense and while you’re pretty, there’s not much going on in that head of yours, so you have to understand that he just has to be assertive sometimes. 

After an argument, he doesn’t necessarily say he’s sorry, but he is softer around you for quite some time. His hands caress yours, and he adorns your wrist in jewelry, letting the tips of claws bump over every bridge of charms and rings. His claw traces over your fingertips, and he mumbles sweet things to you. He tells you how pretty you are, and how sweet you are to him. He takes a day off to just spend with you, to make up for everything that happened before. An apology will never be spoken out loud, he could never admit that he went too far, but he would tell you that maybe you two can leave the tower, go someplace nice and see all that he doesn’t let you see alone.

Considering who he is surrounded with consistently, he needs attention that isn’t cruel. He craves your attention. He likes how kind you are to him. In those moments where everything is still, and the lights aren’t so bright, but coloring you both in a golden hue, he likes the quiet when it's with you. It’s interesting to watch him be so apprehensive with his movements. He slowly rests himself on his stomach, the back of his screen facing upwards, as your hand starts to scratch up and down his back. You can feel him shiver, you can feel his breath, the tapping of his claws against you- the stillness that he tries to hold just so you won’t stop. If your phone buzzes, or your attention is taken away, he buries himself further into you, a low hum emitting from him. It’s the few times you see him so mellow.

There are times when Vox can be sweet. When he has the time- usually during a lunch, or one of your breaks- he’s right beside you, listening to you rattle on about this or that, showing him a video on your phone. He’ll nod and laugh, be attentive and ask follow up questions so you know he’s actually paying attention. You’re pressed close to him, his arm over your shoulders, your legs over his, bodies pressed so close together, it’s a wonder you two haven’t melded into one. Even if his screen makes certain things difficult, it doesn’t stop you from seeking him out. Despite how malicious he can be, you return to him, you adore how he talks sweetly to you, how he calls you his one and only, his dear, his sweetheart. 

[pepi1989]

Unexpected - Matt Sturniolo

You didn’t know how it happened so fast. One minute, you were just posting your usual updates, and the next, the internet turned against you over something small and totally taken out of context. It was ridiculous, but the backlash hit hard. Texts from “friends” became rare, and DMs were either invasive or just… hurtful. The whole situation had left you feeling stranded and unsure of who you could even talk to.

After a week of laying low and trying to brush it off, the loneliness started gnawing at you. Finally, you decided to reach out to Nick, the one person in LA you felt you could trust. You headed over to his place, hoping for some much-needed distraction, or maybe even just a little reminder that this mess wouldn’t last forever.

When you knocked on the door, though, it was Matt who answered. He looked a little surprised to see you standing there, a bit unsteady and clearly distressed, but his expression softened almost immediately.

“Hey… you okay?” he asked, holding the door open wider.

You gave him a small, forced smile. “Not really, actually. I was looking for Nick, but if he’s not here, I can just…”

“He’s at some space camp reunion thing,” Matt said, giving you a gentle smile. “But… you can hang out with me if you want. I know I’m not Nick, but I’m a pretty good listener.”

Relief flooded over you, and you followed him inside, grateful not to be alone. The two of you settled on the couch, and for the first time since the backlash had started, you felt yourself open up. Matt listened intently, asking questions that showed he genuinely cared, nodding in that quiet, understanding way of his. When you teared up, he didn’t flinch or look away; instead, he reached out, offering a comforting pat on your shoulder that quickly turned into a steady hug.

“I get it,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “People can be brutal online, especially when they don’t know the whole story. It’s messed up.”

You laughed through your sniffles. “Yeah, exactly. I feel like I don’t even know who my friends are anymore.”

“Well, I’m here,” Matt said, looking you in the eye. “And I’m not just saying that. If you need someone to talk to, or just… I don’t know, someone to sit with, you can always come to me.”

Over the next few days, you took Matt up on that offer more than once. Some nights, he’d invite you over to hang out, watch movies, or just chill. Other times, he’d text you out of the blue, little messages to check in or share something funny. The time you spent together was easy and comforting, a reprieve from the noise and negativity of everything else.

Then, after a few days, Nick finally got back and immediately noticed the way you and Matt had grown close. At one point, you were all hanging out in the living room when he just blurted out, “You know, you and Matt are totally made for each other.”

You felt your face heat up, laughing it off and shooting a look at Matt, who just scratched his neck, looking a little flustered. But the thought lingered, and when you were leaving that evening, Matt walked you to the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey, um,” he started, glancing at you with a soft smile. “I know things are rough right now, but… if you’re up for it, I’d really like to take you out sometime. Just us, like… a real date.”

You felt a smile spread across your face, warmth replacing the nerves from the past week. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Matt grinned, looking a bit relieved. “Great. And remember, no matter what the internet says, I’ve got your back.”

And as you walked back to your car, that cloud of negativity felt a little lighter. For the first time since this whole mess had started, you felt a spark of genuine happiness.

[sawbiter]

kiss it better - izuku midoriya

- cws/tags : smut, oral (reader receiving), afab reader with no specific pronouns used (i believe), love bites, relatively vanilla, softy izuku bc i like my men loving, fluffy, being in love, established relationship, shy!reader, porn w/o plot, reassurance, minor insecurities (all bodies / genitals r beautiful!)

18+ content ahead; you are responsible for the media you consume online.

author's note: i had covid nd then writers block but im back for now! pls enjoy i love izuku.

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you can feel yourself flushing slightly as izuku takes off your shirt, unclipping your bra after he does so.

hes still fully clothed (unfairly, in your opinion,) and it's honestly,, a little nerve-wracking.

“baby?” izuku snaps you back to reality, looking up at you from his spot on the floor and noticing your nerves, “we don't have to do this- I won't be mad or anything.”

his red eyes are so, so soft.

you swallow, “i want to. i'm just.. i don't want to like.. tatse bad to you,” you say, your arms crossing in front of your chest subconsciously.

he just smiles up at you, “you won't, baby. i promise.” izuku grips your hand and squeezes reassuringly, “how about,, i start off just kissing you down there? just warming you up a bit?”

you flush further, butterflies invading your stomach as you nod.

he nods back at you, before beginning to give your thighs teasing love bites, kissing them gently after he pulls off for each one.

it's teasingly slow, you feel so achy you almost wish you hadn't asked him to go slow.

when he finally, finally makes it to your cunt, you're almost gushing for him. he smiles up at you once more, squeezing your hand before beginning, giving your clit a kiss and pushing your thighs further apart for better access.

you whine lowly at his teases, your whimpers getting louder as he laps up your juices & sucks on your clit, “'zuku,,“ you whimper, your eyes teary.

“'s it good, baby?” he asks, pulling away for a moment. you nearly sob at the loss of stimulation.

“please, keep going. feels,, so good.” you sniffle, your hips twitching upwards as he goes back to it, sucking on your clit.

he inserts a finger, causing you to outright moan his name and buck your hips to meet his hesitantly thrusting fingers.

“so brave, huh?” izuku praises, his voice slightly muffled from how close he is to your cunt, “you just needed me to calm you, 'nd now you're all wet for me.”

you nod vigorously, “please, 'm gonna cum soon- don't stop.”

as soon as you announce it, it's like a switch flipped in his brain, and he's back to lapping at your cunt, speeding up his fingers as he licks up your juices like it's his last meal. your thighs lock up around his head, your fingers tugging at his hair- practically suffocating him in your cunt.

with another harsh suck to your aching clit, you cum with a loud moan, almost going limp as your thighs lock tense around his head only to go slack.

“was that too much?“ he asks, as soon as you come down from your high.

“it was great- i love you.” you respond.

he smiles, “i love you too.”

[pookietv]

online embarrassment (part two!) | arthurtv

a dedication to @casualvanilla into bullying me to write a part two :3

being curious about arthur and his seemingly strange occupation choice, in your eyes at least, of commentating 90 day fiance, you decided that you may as well watch a little of the show, seeing if you could see what made it so interesting.

especially since you and him had been talking much more frequently, playing a couple of games of chess together most evenings, over discord calls and instagram messages

and your curiosity had definitely been quashed once you had watched as much as you could stomach of insanely dysfunctional relationships, exploitation and men going for women far too young for them.

so, with your newfound knowledge, you decided to text arthur again.

youruser: why is literally every couple on 90 day fiance either insanely malfunctioning or borderline exploitative

arthurtv: ah, i see you have exposed yourself to the world of discovery+

arthurtv: and in all honesty, that is kind of the grim premise of the show, a kind of strangely twisted curiosity makes us all watch them fall apart

youruser: grim is definitely the word for it

arthurtv: so are you doing anything tonight?

youruser: unfortunately, i have little plans that don't involve reading so many academic journals until my eyeballs fall out :(

arthurtv: i never even asked you what you study?

youruser: oh, i study politics with a focus on international law right now :)

arthurtv: no way! i studied law when i was at uni

youruser: when was that, fifteen years ago?

arthurtv: ha ha very funny i am twenty eight

arthurtv: ps, you're almost as dedicated to your uni work as you are to your outrageous bishop sacrifices

youruser: anyway, are you doing anything tonight?

arthurtv: going round to some of my friends house cause he's forcing us to rewatch the lord of the rings series

arthurtv: though that is fair enough because i have forced him to watch harry potter so many times

youruser: i've never even seen harry potter

arthurtv: WHAT

youruser: oopsie

youruser: just never got round to it

arthurtv: you need to watch it!!!!

youruser: it just doesn't seem like my kind of thing!

arthurtv: we can't be friends anymore smh

youruser: that sounds great! blocking you rn

arthurtv: shut up you

arthurtv: anyway, i had an idea, if you're down

youruser: and what would that idea be

arthurtv: i think we should meet up and play actual chess on an actual chessboard (and maybe drink a few bevs)

youruser: well, i mean, i don't even know if i should be meeting you, after all you are the Insane Chess Killer Man >:)

youruser: and if i didn't know any better, sounds like you're describing a date

arthurtv: hm that's a good point, i was looking for a new victim

youruser: are you referencing the insane chess killing or the date as the victim?

arthurtv: you can't see me but i am rolling my eyes so hard right now

youruser: okay, a truce on the serial killer jokes

arthurtv: thank god. what about tomorrow night?

youruser: drunk chess and a takeaway sounds good to me

youruser: the classiest first date

so that was that, he had texted you his address and to come round at seven so he could, in his words, destroy you in chess.

after a long day at uni and a slight worry, though you didn't know why, about meeting him, you started to get ready to go to his house.

since you were just going to his house, you settled on some flared leggings and a soft blue jumper, tying your hair into a somewhat tamed ponytail before looking in the mirror, making sure your light makeup hadn't smudged too much after a day of back to back lectures and discussion groups.

he didn't live too far from you, surprisingly, just a couple tube stops away, so you decided to walk, about twenty five minutes to his apartment, in a block of flats facing the river thames, and as you arrived at the building and pressed the button in the elevator for his floor, slightly picking at your nails with nerves.

what if it was insanely awkward in person? or what if he is a weird catfish looking for victims on chess websites? that seemed insane, right?

but your mind was working overtime as the buttons lit up and the elevator door opened, and you tried to unfurrow your eyebrows and look for his door number, finding it towards the end of the hall.

you waited a moment before knocking, bringing your hand up and timidly rapping it against the dark wood of the door.

when it swung open, and you saw that he was indeed who he said he was, or at least who he was on his instagram pictures, you smiled a little in relief.

"arthur! hi, it's nice to meet you, well, in person, you know..." you giggled a slight bit quietly as he gave you a friendly hug.

"you too! didn't know if i was just being catfished or something," he joked a little awkwardly back.

"me a catfish? i figured you would be a catfish, what would i even be catfishing you for?" you joked back, and he shrugged.

"i don't know, i don't get many pretty girls randomly texting me cause we played chess together so i wasn't sure," he said a little embarrassed, and your cheeks went slightly pink when he called you pretty.

"well, who knew that the insane chess killer had a hidden talent for flattery," i laughed slightly as he welcomed me in, shutting the door behind me.

he rolled his eyes jokingly, "hey, based on the way you insulted me with no remorse during chess games i was expecting you to be terrifying, so you can't blame me for being surprised at how easy you are on the eyes," he grinned a little, and it was your turn to roll your eyes in return.

"anyway, come in, honestly just make yourself at home... unless you're worried about losing to me on my own turf," he joked.

"i mean, i'm kind of impressed by your 'turf'," you giggled, "it's nice for a guy that exploits reality tv for views," you teased and he laughed a little as he led you to his living room, a chessboard set up on his coffee table, pillows on either side on the floor to sit on.

"hey, low blow," he mockingly warned, "i'd watch it otherwise i'll conveniently lose your queen piece," he said before quickly standing to go to his kitchen, "i have southern comfort and lemonade, if that's okay with you? it's kind of my weird speciality drink," he smiled.

"well, i suppose i'll have to try the arthurtv special then," i nodded in return, and after a few moments, he returned with two glasses, placing them at either side of the table as he sat himself down on the side of the board playing black pieces.

"so we're going straight for the intellectual torture of chess?" you grinned as you sat opposite him, "the girls must find it so charming when you sit straight at the chess board on a date, hm?" you teased in retaliation.

"oh shut up you, and prepare to lose, again," he smiled as you moved your first piece, "at least my view will be nice when i crush you,"

as the game progressed, there was joking smack-talk thrown between you and arthur, neither of you focusing too much on the game but more on the subtle flirting between each move.

"that rook sacrifice was not your best work," he laughed, but you raised your eyebrow at him as you moved another piece,

"or maybe i was setting a trap that you didn't see, hm, mr. television?"

as he captured one of your pieces in return, his fingers gently brushed against yours and you grinned, before swatting his hand jokingly, "hey, focus on the game!" you giggled out as he laughed in return and nodded.

about half way through the game, the focus had shifted slightly from both being heartset on winning to enjoying one another's company, nattering on about arthur's job and your degree.

at one particular point, you stopped, looking down at the board, tongue slightly poking out of your mouth in concentration as your brain worked as quickly as it could, trying to analyse the best move.

"what're you thinking?" he asked as he shuffled slightly closer, and you could smell his cologne, a kind of vanilla and cedarwood scent as you tried your best to ignore it.

"i'm trying to strategise, unlike some of us who rely on distracting the other to win," you teased slightly, and you could hear him chuckle a little.

"i'm plenty distracted myself, hard not to be when you look cute like that when you concentrate so hard."

you paused a little at the flirting, trying not to let your cheeks flush bright red, "stop trying to put me off my game, arthur," you playfully smiled.

once a couple more moves had been played, arthur missed what was seemingly an obvious capture he could have made, which would have put you at a disadvantage, and once you quickly realised and made sure your piece was defended, you tilted your head a little - arthur didn't often make mistakes like that.

"i completely missed that, fuck sake!" he mumbled to himself with a small smile on his face.

after a while longer of playing, and a few moves you didn't think arthur would normally make, you had him in checkmate, a grin on your face.

"looks like we're gonna have to have a rematch at some point," he looked at the board and shrugged his shoulders a little.

you narrowed your eyes at him a little with a small smile, "did you throw the game so we could have a rematch?"

"i think i may use the lawyer lingo here and announce that i refuse to answer on the basis that i may implicate myself," he laughed a little to himself.

[acapelladitty]

Captain Boomerang/Female Reader - Punished

Summary - Captain Boomerang is subjected to a little punishment for being unable to keep his hands to himself.

A03 link for all my fics 📝

Kneeling atop his raggedy bed on all fours, Digger's fingers were so tightly wound within the thin sheets that you were surprised he hadn't torn through them yet. His back, sweat-slicked and arching with every gentle move of your fingers, felt very tense beneath your free hand as you pressed down on the lower end of his spine.

"Stop moving." You growl, pulling your gloved fingers free of his fluttering hole long enough to smack his ass roughly. "Be good or I'll move on to your back or thighs next."

The skin of his ass was already reddened and sensitive, thick welts having raised the skin where his own boomerang had been used to punish him for touching himself without permission. A pain slut, he had taken every blow until his ass looked almost ready to bleed and his sleazy face was twisted with lust and unshed tears.

At the fresh smack, a pitiful groan escapes him and his head tilts back at you. "I'm wound up tighter than a nuns cunt here," Digger pants out and you watch as a droplet of sweat rolls down his crooked nose, "so give me a break, sweetheart. Eh?" His accented words are deep, roughened by his arousal and you admire his mild restraint in not dropping from his kneeling position.

"No excuses, baby." You chide, returning the tips of your pointer finger and middle finger to his ass. "You're the one who begged me for this. Begged! Like a pathetic little bitch asking for a treat."

Teasing his hole as you push the tips of your fingers in enough to begin stretching him out once more, your free hand snakes around to his cock - brushing along the very tight cockring which sits along the base to keep him hard and compliant.

"Then again," pressing against the cockring as you wrap your fingers around his twitching length, "I don't think anyone could describe you as little."

And it was true, Digger - for whatever reason - possessed a cock that had genuinely shocked you upon first viewing. Easily two inches larger than any you had seen before, outside of online porn, it was paired with a delicious girth that made your thighs tremble with a discomforting ecstacy when he finally managed to fit it all inside.

God may not have loved him, but goddamn did he give him that at least.

Said cock was painfully hard within your grip, the cockring making it almost impossible for him to come despite all your meddling, and you rubbed your thumb along his throbbing head with a wicked smile. At the extra stimulation, Digger gasps and his hips move of their own accord - bucking down into your cruel hand as he also inadvertently fucks himself harder on your fingers with every thrust.

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Please." He groans out, his face burying itself in the sheets as he wipes off the sweat. Your fingers move up to tease along the thin smattering of almost reddish hair which decorates his chest and you pull at the strands playfully, enjoying the way it makes his breath hitch as he continues. "C'mon, darling, I've been so good that I'd kill ya for a gobby."

"I'm not putting my mouth anywhere near you." Chuckling, you curl your fingers around inside his ass until you feel the slightly hardened skin of his prostate and you instantly begin to massage it with a teasing friction. "You get my fingers and that's it."

Any smart comeback killed in the crib by the pressure of your fingers on his most cruelly sensitive nerves, he can only whine into the sheets as his knees spread further against the bed. Taking pity, your free fingers fumble messily with the cockring as they snap it free and immediately grip around his length - his breathing stuttering as he realises that he's finally allowed to come.

Hands moving in tandem, in takes less than thirty seconds before Digger is spewing obscenities into the air which are broken by lewd moans as his orgasm hits, hard. His release, hips rutting away into your fist like an animal, arcs far into the air as it covers the sheets beneath him, with a few errand droplets splattering against his neck as he raises his ass high.

"Good boy." You purr, refusing to let up on your ministrations against both his cock and prostate until his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation and his words become little more than pathetic whines as he thrusts in place. "Now, let's wait a minute and we'll see if you can manage another one."

Despite its previous torments, his cock twitches in your hand as the prospect and his unspoken eagerness earns him another throaty giggle as you consider having him eat you out in the meantime.

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Close Despite the Distance pt.2 ✈️🌍

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

pt.1

summary :

After months of talking online, you and Mapi finally decide to meet in person. The anticipation is overwhelming, but will the connection you built over messages hold up in the real world?

The day has finally arrived.

You’ve imagined this moment for months, ever since the day you and Mapi decided to stop dreaming about "one day" and make plans for it. A small trip to Barcelona, just for a few days, but enough to bridge the gap that’s existed between you for so long.

As you sit in the back of a taxi, nerves twisting in your stomach, your phone buzzes with a message from her.

"Where are you?"

You smile and quickly type out a response. "Five minutes away."

The reality of what’s about to happen hits you all at once. You’ve never felt this nervous before, and that’s saying something considering how close you’ve grown to Mapi. She knows almost everything about you, yet somehow, meeting her face to face feels like a whole new beginning.

The taxi pulls up outside a small café, one she had picked near her apartment. It's quiet, away from the hustle of the city center, and you immediately understand why she chose it—discreet, low-key, private. Your heart pounds as you pay the driver and step out into the sunlight. You scan the sidewalk, searching for her.

And then you see her.

She’s leaning against the café’s doorframe, her sunglasses perched on her head, casual yet unmistakably her. The moment your eyes meet, it feels like time freezes. You’ve seen her in photos, on video calls, but nothing compares to seeing her standing there in person. She’s even more striking than you imagined.

Mapi grins, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run into her arms. Your feet stay frozen in place until she reaches you.

"Hey, you made it," she says, her voice more vibrant and full in person, like every syllable is infused with warmth and familiarity.

"Yeah, I did," you manage to say, your voice shaky from a mix of nerves and excitement. "It’s… surreal."

Without thinking, she wraps you in a hug, pulling you close. The sensation of her arms around you is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Her embrace feels so natural, like you’ve been doing this for years.

"I can’t believe this is real," you whisper into her shoulder, hugging her back tightly.

"Me neither," she murmurs, pulling away just enough to look at you. Her blue eyes are bright, full of the same excitement and nerves you feel. "But I’m glad it is."

You both stand there for a second, grinning like idiots, until Mapi laughs and gestures toward the café. "Come on, let’s grab a coffee. I feel like we’ve got a lot to catch up on… even though we already talk all the time."

As you sit down at a table, the conversation flows more naturally than you expected. There’s a brief awkwardness, the kind that comes with meeting someone new, but it fades quickly. Mapi’s smile, her laugh—it’s all so familiar, even though this is your first time sharing a space. The way she taps her fingers on the table, how she leans in when she’s focused on something you’re saying, it all feels like a continuation of the moments you’ve shared through screens.

"You’re not how I imagined," Mapi admits after a while, sipping her coffee and looking at you with a soft smile.

You blink, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Oh? In a good or bad way?"

She laughs, shaking her head. "In a good way. You’re… even better in person."

Her words make your heart skip a beat. You’ve always wondered if the online connection would translate into real life, and now you know—this is real. She’s real. And so are the feelings between you.

As the day goes on, the two of you explore the quieter streets of Barcelona. She shows you her favorite spots, talks about her life beyond the field, and even teases you a bit when you try to speak Spanish with her.

The evening finds you both sitting by the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The conversation has slowed, replaced by the comfortable silence that only comes with real closeness. You’re not thinking about the future or the past—just this moment.

"So," Mapi says, breaking the quiet. "What do you think? Was it worth the wait?"

You glance at her, the soft smile on her face mirroring your own. You don’t need to think twice.

"Absolutely," you say. "More than worth it."

Mapi’s hand finds yours, fingers lacing together effortlessly. It’s a small gesture, but one that feels like everything. For the first time in months, there’s no screen, no distance—just the two of you, finally together.

💕@lovewomensfootball💕

pt.3

[shinkaeru]

In Another Universe...

Andrew Marston × Reader (gender neutral!reader)

✪ What if you didn't give Andrew an answer after you and him broke up? (2.9k words)

A/N: I haven't written anything for 2 yrs so writing this was experimental for me. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did!

×××

A few years have passed since you graduated from university, you were already working as a book editor in a well-known book publishing house in London and earning a salary good enough to live independently. 

Lately, all you‘ve ever thought about was work, work, and more work, to the point you might've just grown a few more gray hairs from all the stress and sleepless nights. You've always focused on finishing all your projects first before anything else, only because you didn't have anything else to do.

“She goes back to the place where her lover once promised to see her. As hours went by, nobody came to find her, leaving her in distraught. She realizes in the universe she woke up to, her lover's fate led up to something else.” You read out loud as you write down corrections and suggestions of your client's manuscript of their book.

While you are scribbling away, engrossed by what you're doing, you hear your phone buzz causing you to glance at it for a brief moment. Out of curiosity, you decide to pick it up to see what it is—It turns out to be a text from your former classmate at university. 

“Hey! It's been a while. Do you wanna come hangout with us this Saturday night?” The text says. 

You take a sip of coffee, thinking to yourself: Do I still have time for this? It's not like I have anything scheduled for the weekend. You lean back on your chair, resting a hand on your chin. I guess I can afford taking a break for once. 

“Yeah sure! Where and what time do we meet?” You hit send and waited for your friend to respond. 

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to meet up with your friends from university after so long. Man though, has it really been 3 years already since we graduated? You thought to yourself. 

It seems ever since you graduated, you never looked back from your past and continued pursuing your personal endeavors. 

As you are about to set your phone down on the desk, your phone buzzes once more. 

“Let's meet up at 6pm yeah? I'll send you the location in a bit. Seeya!”

× 

It's exactly six 'o'clock in the evening, you've arrived at the bar your friends have planned to meet up at. As you walk inside, you hear smooth jazz music playing faintly while crowds of people mingle and chat. 

You look around the place, hoping to spot at least one or two of your friends already sitting down with a drink in their hand. Going to such social places as bars like this was considered a rare occasion for you since the last time you’ve ever been to one was when you were in your first year at university. The thought of trying to talk to strangers was nerve-wracking enough for you that it makes you wish you’d be home in isolation until now. 

As you are about to approach the very corner of the bar, you hear your friend’s voice calling your name on the other side of the bar. 

“I’m not late, am I?” I asked as I sat next to my friend while she pulled a pail filled with bottles of beer. 

“Not at all, all of us just arrived.” My friend hands me over the drink while two of our friends were talking about a different topic. She sips on her beer then pulls me into a welcoming hug, calling me by my old nickname. “Pea, it’s been like ages since all of us last saw you! I missed you so much.”  

“Yeah, we haven’t even heard from you that much either. You don’t really go online nowadays.” He adds.  

“I’ve just been caught up with work really.” You respond, taking a sip of the liquor from your glass. “How about you Coconut Man? How have you been?” A chuckle escapes from your lips as the memory of how you and your friends got their nicknames, which was from a Jessie J song that was stuck in your head at one point. 

“I flew back here to get my master's degree in literature. Decided one day that I kinda wanna venture into teaching it too, you know?” He shakes his head with a smile plastered on his face. “Moonhead here was talking earlier about getting into Journalism.” To which, they shrugged off his remarks and laughed. 

“I mean, yeah. I got into this job where we write articles about other musicians, music reviews, live concerts—music journalism basically.” They sip on their drink. “So far, it’s been fun. Sometimes, we even get free tickets to like, music festivals and shit.” 

“You two certainly have something interesting going on with your lives, huh?” You smiled, feeling genuinely happy that your friends have achieved the goals that they have worked hard for all these years.  

“Oh! I also have some news to share!” She gleams with excitement as she tries to hold the grin on her face. “My boyfriend and I just got engaged this week.” She showed the ring on her finger, making everyone at our table cheer while I clapped along to her announcement. 

“Wow, you’re getting married already? Congratulations!” You greet your friend, which made you realize for a moment that you were finally at the time of your life when your friends would get married to their partners. Holy shit, am I really getting that old? You thought to yourself. You could even say you could feel your bones cracking just from the thought. 

“Honestly, that’s one of the reasons why I invited you guys here. My partner and I were already planning out on who we’ll be inviting to our wedding, so I thought about you three.” She sighs. “We’ve all just...grown apart since we graduated. We should all at least hang out some time again.” 

Moonhead adjusts their position from their seat. “You know what speaking of wanting to teach, Pea, have you ever gotten the chance to speak to Professor Marston yet after the uh...whole thing going on between the two of you?” 

Your heart sinks as the thought crosses your mind. Ever since the night Andrew went to your place to address the situation at hand, you haven’t given him an answer out of concern for his career and reputation. You’ve kept your distance since you’ve graduated, which pains you deeply. 

“I haven’t had any news about Andrew to be honest,” You shrug. This information puts your friends in disbelief, which you find a bit amusing. They’ve always supported your relationship with Andrew during those first few months and defended you when rumors started to spread around campus. 

“You...you don’t talk to him anymore?” Her gleeful expression turns serious. “No greetings, no updates, nothing at all?” 

“Well, I still have his number and his email address, but I haven’t reached out to him since his classes ended.” You reply. “Besides you know how he is, he doesn’t really have any social media presence so haven’t heard anything about him since." 

“Both of you did come to terms, right?” He asks, to which you nod in response. “Damn, I thought you guys would be endgame you know? That kinda sucks.” 

“Right? Like, we’ve seen the way he looks at you and it was clear as day that he’s just smitten over you.” She lets out a sigh. “Well, as they always say: there’s plenty of fish in the sea.” 

As minutes passed, you and your friends continued talking about the memories you all shared during university and all the things they experienced after we graduated. Sipping halfway on your second bottle of beer, you feel yourself slowly spacing out, struggling to engage in your friends’ conversation. You aren’t drunk but you are aware enough to be tipsy. 

You look around the bar, seeing people clanking their drinks and laughing away through the night couples with their hands intertwined to each other. Despite reuniting with your friends, clearly, you’re starting to realize that this is getting boring and the idea of going home early sounds like a good idea. 

“Pea!” You snap out of your thoughts as you hear your friend call your name. 

“Huh?” 

“Are you okay? You look out of it.” Moonhead says. You nod your head, trying to think of an excuse to get some time for yourself for just a moment. 

“I need to go to the restroom for a moment…” You stand up and placed your drink down at the table. “…excuse me.” 

As you got to the bar’s restroom, you shut the door and took a breather on the sink. The more you stay inside the cozy restroom by the minute, the more you start to consider that going home is the best option.  

You let out a sigh, thinking if going home would be a good idea, especially since it has only been an hour since you arrived. 

After a moment of contemplating and pacing, you decide to stay for a few more minutes so that leaving wouldn’t feel awkward. 

“Yeah, I’ll do that.” You thought to yourself out loud then unlocked the door open. 

While you were about to approach your friends’ table, you heard a distinct voice coming from the bar’s counter. 

“A glass of whiskey please,” he says. You turn to see a familiar figure sitting near the counter isolated from the buzzing people. His hair fixed properly, his glasses reflecting the warm lights in the room, his attire styled in a particular manner… 

No—it cannot be who I think it is, is it? You thought to yourself.  

As you come closer, you feel your heartbeat beating every step you take. 

“Andrew?” 

He turns around and looks at me, his gaze softens at you. “It’s you.” 

You end up cracking a smile as waves of different emotions washed over you. “May I sit?”  

“Please,” He gestures, making me sit beside him while he sips on his drink. “Would you like a drink?” 

“No, I think I’ve had enough alcohol for tonight.” I chuckle while he does the same. “It’s…It’s been a while,” 

Andrew nods before taking another sip. “It has.” He puts his glass down. “Well, this is an unexpected kind of setting for us to see each other again.” 

“Yeah.” You start to fidget your hands as you feel your palms start to sweat. “You come here often?” You ask. 

“Oh no, it’s my first time being here so I decided to come here by myself.” He takes the last sip of his drink and sets aside the empty glass.

Worried that I might be interfering, I hesitantly ask...“Did you bring someone with you?”

“No, it's just me.” He chuckles. “I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you here?”

“My friends invited me here to catch up and chat.” You shrug to which Andrew nods in response.

“Friends from university?”

“Yeah actually,” You glance at your friends' table, looking unfazed by your disappearance as they laugh on their seats.

“It's good to know that you still keep in touch with them,” Andrew watches them along with you.

Should I say how I feel?

The thoughts inside your head go back and forth, contemplating whether talking about the night he last visited your place was worth mentioning.

Andrew notices the confused look on your face, making him concerned. “Is something on your mind?”

“There is, actually,” You respond immediately, deciding not to hold back. Andrew's expression became serious.

“What's on your mind?” Andrew asks.

Before you could respond to Andrew, you notice your friends watching over us with grins plastered on their faces. They mouth “Go” and “We'll be fine” gesturing to go for it.

“Would you like to talk about it somewhere private?” As Andrew was about to face your friends' direction, they immediately turn away and hid themselves with muffled laughs.

“Sure,” We both got up from our seats and headed our way towards the bar's exit.

As you and Andrew got out of the place, both of you walked further away from the bar to be somewhere quiet.

Andrew stands across from you as he waits patiently for you to speak.

You let out a sigh. “I'm sorry if this is a bad time but...”

“No, this isn't a bad time at all.” Andrew shakes his head as he steps closer. “Take your time.”

“I never got to reach out to you since I left.”

“I already told you I will always support you whatever decision you choose.”

“It's not that, Andrew...” Your voice starts to tremble as your emotions start to hit you like a truck. “I never got to tell you because I didn't want to be a burden to your job as a professor. I understand what that means to you, and...” Before you could continue your sentence, tears form from your eyes trickling down to your cheeks.

“You are never a burden to me,” Andrew shushes as he pulls you into his arms, causing you to cry even more. “I don't regret the things we have done in the past, and I certainly don't regret choosing to love you.” He pulls away, cupping your face to wipe your tears from your cheeks

“I'm sorry,” You let out a chuckle as your lips quiver. You have always reenacted in your head what it would be like meeting Andrew when you get the chance, crying in front of him was definitely not what you had in mind.

Andrew pulls you back into his arms while your emotions kept overflowing. Both of you stay that way, feeling a sense of comfort enveloped by his warmth despite the cold breeze. The memories you used to share with him are coming back to you.

“Feeling better?” Andrew asks.

“Mhm,” You pull away from him as you start to collect yourself. “I didn't mean to soak your coat with my tears.”

Andrew chuckles. “No need to feel ashamed,”

“Okay,” You take a deep breath, finding the words you've been wanting to say. “I thought that once that I graduate from university, I would move on and find someone else that gave me the same feeling that I had with you. I waited for weeks, months, hoping that it would happen one day but…” you look into his eyes, almost getting lost in them. “…At the end of the day, everything always comes back to you.”

“Darling…”

“I still want you, Andrew.” You declare, shaking your head as you crack a smile. “After all these years, it's still you that I long for.”

Andrew stands still speechless, his gaze still focused on yours. The way he's looking at you makes you reminisce of that day—that day when he first kissed you, when he shared those moments with you back in his office, when he gave himself in to hold your hand, everything—it all comes back to you that you immediately look away as you start to feel overwhelmed.

“I apologize for being too forward,” You look down on your shoes. “I thought it would be a better time to give you, both of us, closure than saying nothing at all.”

Andrew intertwines his hand to yours, making your heartbeat rise rapidly.

“Darling,” he gently squeezes your hand as your calm demeanor tarnishes in an instant. “Look at me…”

As a sob escapes from your lips, you follow his request. Andrew comes closer to the point you can feel his breath on yours, lifting your chin with his thumb.

And before you knew it, Andrew leans in as he presses his lips to yours. The spark you thought once lost ignites like a burning flame. You kiss back, sharing your warmth with his. It almost feels as if nothing has changed at all. The ache you felt all those years of longing seem to have washed away by the minute.

As both of you pull away, Andrew looks at you once more. His gaze radiating love and comfort. You suddenly don't even remember how to speak, making Andrew grin as he fixes your hair.

“I never stopped loving you, and frankly, I never will.” Andrew kisses your hand that's still intertwined with his. "I meant it when I said I've never felt like this with anyone until I met you." You start to tear up again as his words felt like a tug to your heartstrings.

“Do you think…do you think we can still figure things out? Together?” You've become completely vulnerable towards him. Normally the thought of yourself begging (or asking for that matter) for someone cringes you, yet here you are doing it anywag. You already prepared yourself for the worst, so you held your breath.

Andrew notices your hesitation and holds both of your hands. “We will, together.” I wrap my arms around him, feeling like my heart was about to come out of my chest.

“I missed you…so much.” You confess, making Andrew chuckle at the sight of you.

“I'm here now,” he kisses your forehead and smiles. “And I'm not going anywhere.” Both of you slightly sway as your arms were wrapped around each other's bodies.

A thought comes to your head, giving you a chuckle. “I wonder how crazy it would be what our relationship would be like if we were in the alternate universe,”

Andrew laughs at the idea you gave. “If there ever was an alternate universe, I suppose whatever path we take, it is inevitable for both of us to be together.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm, I do.”

×××

[silentslxmber]

↪ brat tendencies

✰┊toji x reader ,, 18+ mdni!!

✰┊ warnings: degradation, choking, hair pulling, slight overstim, name calling (whore, slut), light bondage

✰┊ w.c. ~1k

✰┊ note: made a whole new tumblr... to be horny online. enjoy lmfao

really, you should have seen this coming. you'd been fucking around with toji for months now, you knew how he was. a small part of you just preferred to push his buttons and reap the consequences.

those consequences being fucked within an inch of your life.

"i fuckin' told you to stop being a brat, you just never want to listen to me, too much of a slut," the man's words sent a shiver down your spine, his tone low. his eyes burned a hole into your back, and his hands yanked your wrists from your sides. before you could protest or even make a sound, his belt was being yanked off of his waist, and being looped around your forearms, securing them in place firmly.

"can't trust you to keep your hands to yourself, can i?" he growled, leaning down directly next to your ear. his hand snaked up to your neck, and his thumb rubbed gently over your jawline before he tightened his hand around your throat.

"dirty whores like you don't get the privilege of breathing, not with the way you acted tonight," he chuckles, his grip tightening just a bit as he pulls himself back from pressing you into the bed.

"toji... 'm sorry!" you whine out, rubbing your thighs together in need. he scoffs at your words, and yanks your skirt down, sucking his teeth at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. "should have known a little slut like you would get off on this," he scoffs.

you can only moan desperately in response as his hand slips between your thighs, dipping under your panties to thumb at your clit. you push yourself down, trying to grind against his hand for more friction, and he only chuckles, before pulling his hand away and completely pulling your underwear down.

"you know... i like you better without that bratty mouth you've got, always getting on my last nerve when i wanted to have a nice night with you," you open your mouth to protest his comment, and he smirks, shoving your underwear into your mouth at the action. it's humiliating, the way you can taste your own arousal on the fabric, and you can tell the man loves the sight of your embarrassment.

he finally moves to unbutton his pants, taking in the sight of you. your top is still on, though by now its ridden up to expose your chest, and your thighs glisten with arousal. your arms are pressed against your back, drool starting to leak down your lips as you whine around the fabric stuffed in between them.

"what a pretty fuckin' whore," he mumbles, before pushing his pants and boxers down to his feet. "a real shame you've got an attitude problem... guess i'll have to fuck it out of you." you let out a soft moan as he presses a hand down on your stomach, trailing it to your thighs to shove them apart. he grins at the sight of you, the wetness glistening on your pussy making his dick throb.

"be good, not going to prep you for this. you didn't earn that tonight." you whine, and he strokes himself, once, twice, staring straight down at you, before kneeling over you and thrusting into you fully in one go. a gasping moan leaves you as he pulls almost all the way out, inhaling sharply before slamming back into you.

your brain starts to fog at the feeling of being stretched so full, and his hand moves back to your throat, squeezing gently. "better not start tapping out now, baby, we're not even close to finished."

and he wasn't lying about that, not a bit.

at some point, the panties muffling your sounds were yanked out of your mouth. he'd pressed his fingers down on your tongue instead, chuckling as you whined around them, sucking and licking at them even as he fucked into you to the point you couldn't cohesively form words. you'd lost count of the times you'd cum already, and your body and mind were starting to feel like jelly.

for as old as toji was, his stamina was unrivaled by anyone you'd ever been with. he was starting to slow down now, his breaths becoming sharper as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. "you got one more left in you for me, princess?" he asks lowly, his voice alone causing a weak heat to pool in your stomach. you manage a weak nod, wanting to make him proud.

his thrusts grow sloppy and slow as his thumb lazily circles your clit, and you start to moan and babble his name, your eyes glazed over with lust. with one final thrust, the knot that was tightening in your stomach snaps, and you cum as he finishes deep inside of you. his body rolls next to you, and he pants for a moment, before looking over at you with a lazy grin. after a moment of the both of you catching your breath, he pushes himself up and carefully rolls you onto your stomach, removing his belt from around your arms.

toji kisses your shoulder softly, rolling you over onto your back again as he stands from the bed.

"gonna get a rag for you, princess. thank you for tonight, you were perfect for me," he says gently, turning to leave before pausing and looking over his shoulder.

"one of these days, i'm gonna finally fuck those brat tendencies out of you."

thank you for reading!! toji brain rot is always too strong... anyways. if you have any rqs you'd like to see, feel free to send an ask. <3

[lillyspeakz]

riding superstar!bur after a concert as a good job?

So- I made him whiny and subby bc sometimes he deserves to be out in his place yeah? Enjoy!

warnings: softdom!reader, whiny!wilbur, so much praise, kissing. Lowkey fluffy smut, breeding

-

“Did so good up there, fuck- wanted to get my hands on you the second I saw you on that stage..” you praised the man beneath you, moans and gasps leaving you mouth.

Wil and the boys had another gig today, the tour moving along pretty fast, yet no one was complaining. Wil had been stressed all day, writing music to finish the new album, making sure nothings happened online and just calming his nerves for tonight. It was a bigger venue, which wouldn’t scare Wil, yet he was always nervous before a big show. What if he messed up? Sang the wrong word? Played the wrong chord? Everything ran through his head. But he had you there. Sweet and delicate you who’d calm his nerves with just a look.

You had given him a small pep talk and a kiss before he left to be up on stage, leaving you to slowly follow after them to watch from the wings. And like always, once Wil was getting lyrics shouted back at him and praises from the crowd as he played, he fell back into a comfortable state, remembering why he did this.

While you watched him and his little things he did on stage, you quickly realized how your mouth was slightly agape and your thighs rubbing against each other. He looked so good up there, the room making him glisten with sweat and the praise form the crowd making him more cocky than ever. You knew you had to get your hands on him, you just had to be patient.

And here you are now, in a small dressing room away from the others, riding the man underneath you like you’d die tomorrow if you didn’t. His little whines and groans encouraging you to speed up and drop down on him harder than before.

“Such a good boy, so pretty. Making me feel so fucking good-“ your sentence was cut short as Wil thrusted up into you, hitting that sweet spot of yours, making your head reel in pleasure.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands that were once holding your thighs, moved to your waist and held your hips down as he continued to fuck up into you. Sounds of skin slapping against skin and needy whines and moans filled the air as you both were getting closer to finishing.

You started to ride Wil once again, meeting his thrust half way as you chased after your high, resting your forehead against his.

“Oh shit- m’gonna cum, please pl-“ Wilbur cut himself off as his mouth opened in the shape of an ‘o’ , eyes rolled back as he slammed your hips back down onto his while his hips stuttered and tried to reach even deeper inside you.

“That’s it, cum for me baby, been so good…. fuck-“ You whined out as your thighs trembled, coming on his cock, squeezing around him as he let out whimpers at the overstimulation.

You took a moment to catch your breath, caressing Wil’s cheekbone, as he rested his head on your chest., holding you close to him. “Did so good baby, I’m so proud of you. My good boy.” You whispered to him as he nuzzled deeper into your chest, whining as you started to lift up off his lap, hands pushing you back down.

“Stay. Please, just for a little longer.” He whispered out as you continued to play with his locks, cooing at his request and kissing his cheek.

“Of course love, but only a little bit. We can’t stay in here forever darling.” You said as you gently settled him back against the couch and cuddled into him, whispering little nothing to him as he fell deeper into your touch and warmth.

[staylovesmiley]

Collision— Chapter 6

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Stray Kids x afab!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; You’ve known him for years but you never would have guessed the charming guy you’ve been online gaming with has been an idol this whole time. (masterlist here)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; implied afab reader (only they/them pronouns used for reader), mild angst?, pls I haven’t written fanfics since 2018 patience and kindness is appreciated

All throughout practice you felt his eyes on you, the freckled blonde not making it very subtle that his focus was on you even through the practice room mirrors his eyes would meet yours and you’d feel your stomach doing flips.

When you arrived back at the dorms, Hyunjin and Han tried to steal you away, begging you to watch a drama with them they had been telling you about a few days previously. One look from Felix and they backed off thankfully, the man in question wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you to your shared dorm and down the hall to his room.

Once inside, he turned to smile at you softly. “Hi.” He said, walking forward and hesitantly placing his hands on your hips. “Hi to you too.” You giggled, looking up slightly to look into his eyes, your own full of nerves and questions. “You look really good in my clothes….” He said softly, his fingers coming to play with the fabric where it was half tucked into the waistband of your jeans as he tugged slightly to pull it out and run his fingertips along the hem. “Lix?” You spoke cautiously, brow furrowed with confusion. “You wanted to tell me what’s bothering you?” You heard him sigh before he rested his head against your shoulder. “Yeah- god I can’t do this.”

He said with a groan, causing you to laugh anxiously. “Do what?” You asked, placing your hands to cup his cheeks and pull him back to look at you. “Be your friend.” Is all he said, your heart dropping into your stomach and your hands quickly falling from his face. “What-“ you whispered, eyes widening as you already began to feel tears welling up in them. “No no god- not like that like- agh!” He groaned again and ran his hands through his hair, turning his back to you and you began to feel the tears roll down your cheeks. “Felix what’s going on….” Your sniffles caused him to whip around to face you, immediately pulling you into your arms.

“Shh no, Star, darling….please don’t cry because I’m so bad at telling you how much I like you.” Your tears didn’t cease, even as his words sunk in. “You what?” More sniffles as you looked into his eyes. “I like you, Star…a lot- might even be in love with you-“ you wiped at your eyes as you attempted to stop the tears, sniffling uncontrollably. “You love me?” He laughed, starting to tear up himself. “Yeah- I know it’s probably stupid and you don’t feel the same-“ your eyes widened as you searched his face to see if he was joking or not. “Who told you I didn’t?” You questioned him, tearful eyes locked firmly on his own. “I-I don’t…no one did I just-“ “shut up.” And with that you leaned up to press your lips softly against his own.

The kiss was short, pulling back to see him standing there shocked and with tear tracks staining his tanned and freckled cheeks. “Star-“ was all he said before pulling you in for another kiss, this more hungry than the last as you were slowly backed up by him till your back hit the closed bedroom door. Your hands found purchase in the fabric of his shirt as his hand carefully slid up yours to rest on the skin of your lower back, pushing slightly so your chests were flush together. “L-Lix?” You whimpered, pulling away slightly to look up at him. “Yeah?” He asked, trailing soft feather like kisses down the column of your neck from your jaw. “I love you too- I have for a bit now but I didn’t want to misinterpret your actions towards me….” He chuckled, shaking his head before kissing back up to your lips.

After another deep, breathtaking kiss the two of you stared into each others eyes for a bit, the tension in the room thickening as his thumbs traced slow circles in your hips under the waistband of your jeans. “Felix I- we can’t do anything now…” you said, looking into his eyes with worry laced in your voice and expression. “We don’t have to…I just want to remember how beautiful you look now….remember how you look the night I finally told you how I feel.” He said with a cheesy smile and a deep blush painting his freckled face.

You giggled, leaning back against the door to let yourself take in the sight of him as well. “You look rather beautiful yourself, Lixie….” You teased, leaning back in for another soft kiss. “But it’s late and we both have work in the morning. We should get some sleep-“ With a pout, he nodded in agreement.

You both striped down until you were left in your underwear and tshirts, not bothering with pajamas as you laid together. Bare limbs tangled together as you settled into one another, your head resting where you could hear the soft lull of his heart beating and his deep breathing as you both drifted off to sleep.

In the morning you woke to the hushed sounds of arguing. “Do you think he did it?” Came the first voice, jeongin, then a second chimed in. “Yeah I mean look how they are clinging to each other!” Hyunjin exclaimed in a whispered shout. Next came Seungmin’s “no, that doesn’t mean anything they are always like this.” You giggled a bit, eyes peeking open to look up at them before rubbing away the sleep to get a clearer look. “Morning to you too, guys-“ you laughed, sitting up slowly and causing Felix to whine in his sleep in protest to the loss of warmth. “Whatcha talking about?” They all looked between each other before Seungmin spoke up. “Did the chicken confess yet?” This caused Felix to shoot up, throwing a pillow at the younger. “Ya! Yes, I did but if I hadn’t you would have just ruined everything!” He squawked, not helping the chicken comment one bit.

Felix sat up fully, draping his arms lazily around your waist. “And for your information, I did.” The smug grin on his face mixed your deep blush confirmed his words, causing the others to smirk. “Good, means I can finally do this!” Hyunjin said as he pulled you up and to his chest before dipping you dramatically and planting a deep, passionate kiss on your lips that left you breathless. Your arms came naturally to wrap around his neck and you could hear the three youngest wolf whistle and clap before he pulled back and brought you back to an upright position. “I am so confused-“ you said as you caught your breath, looking up into his eyes with wonder and confusion. “We are all so down bad for you, doll.” Hyunjin said as he gave you a squeeze.

You turned to glance at Seungmin and Jeongin now who nodded in agreement with the artists words. “We thought we were making it obvious….we only waited to say anything because Felix wanted to be the first to confess.” You looked over to the blonde with your jaw dropped slightly. “Really? You all like me?” They all nodded and you felt yourself fluster tremendously. “This is a lot to take in….but I can’t say I don’t feel the same without lying.” Now it was their turn to blush and you felt Felix come up behind you tug you away from Hyunjin and back to his embrace as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Before we all get ahead of ourselves….I want to take you out, just the two of us.” You gave him a bright smile as you turned around in his arms to face him. “I’d like that very much, Lix.” And soon you realized your state of slight undress and Felix was shooing the others out of the room while you blushed and began frantically looking around for pants.

You weren’t able to get that date with Felix until two days later, schedules and your work and classes keeping you apart besides sleeping in the same bed. When the time came, he didn’t disappoint. At first you were worried he would want to take you somewhere fancy as a first date, something formal and not your taste at all but when he had Jeongin pick out a pair of distressed black jeans and an oversized graphic tee with a pair of white sneakers you relaxed and did your hair and makeup simply to keep it casual.

You practically squealed with joy when he brought you to an arcade, bouncing on the balls of your feet with excitement before practically dragging him inside. “Oh my GOSH Lixie you know me soo well-“ he laughed, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before following you to the front counter to pick up the game passes he had already ordered for the two of you. Your afternoon was spent earning tickets and eating mediocre pizza, and it was like heaven to you. Being there with someone you treasured so dearly made it all the better, the silent competition as you played each game as to who would get the most tickets at the end adding to the fun.

To Felix dismay, your good arm at ski ball took you over the edge and you had beaten him at getting the most tickets. “No fair! How did you get so good at that?!” He pouted, his chest pressing up against your back as he clung to you at the prize counter. “Honestly? I have no clue- I’m not very athletic and I feel like that’s one of the more important aspects to that game.” He laughed along with you, finding your laugh to be infectious. “Besides it’s not like we can get any good prizes anyways- I may have beaten you but neither of us was very good overall.” You sighed, shaking your head as you looked over the cheap prizes at the counter.

You ended up picking mostly candy, and so did he, along with nine shitty plastic rings. You donned one yourself, handing one to him and he giggled as he slipped it onto his pinky finger. “And the others are-“ you smiled, nodding your head. “Yeah, they are!” He beamed, pulling you closer as you made your way back to the dorms.

author’s note: gAH this chapter is so short compared to the last few I’m so sorry- ૮꒰ “. . ꒱ა two more chapters to go….and the next one may start out a little spicy (I may do a fade to black moment if im not feeling up to writing that stuff yet but there will be some foreplay written out at the very least- ace things ya know) I am bitter sweet to be ending this short story but I have another fic im gonna be posting the first chapter tonight called Going Dumb so please please check that out and see if it’s something you’d be interested (lmk if you wanna be on the taglist for that as well) ᕱᕱ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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all I need ✧

adult!Van x fem!reader

you and Van have been hooking up for a while, things are casual, the way she prefers them to be. then, one night, she catches you crying, which leads to something softer than what you’re used to with her.

author’s note: this is just something I quickly came up with bc I was having a rough night and wanted to write some hurt/comfort (I combined it with the idea of her wanting more than just surface level connections) so, if you’re also going through it rn, this is for you <3

warnings: none, just angst and brief mentions of sex, but I’ll still say minors dni

your visits at Van´s place always played out the same way:  

it was usually after 8 pm, you´d talk for a few minutes, nothing too deep, then you´d either go to her room or stay on the couch and hook up. afterwards you´d stay for another ten to fifteen minutes, getting yourself back to a presentable state and wishing her a good night before making your way back home.

she was not entirely careless with you, she did offer that you could take a shower or stay a little longer, she was polite, but you were too prideful for that, you weren´t going to admit that you wanted to spend more time with her, not unless she explicitly asked you to do so.

your arrangement worked, it was a formula that was reliable and efficient, her calling you about once or twice a week, you always giving in even when you were tired or wanted to play hard to get because your chemistry was undeniably perfect. the way you two initially met, had been rather unspectacular: you´d been bored with dating and decided to set your age range higher just to see who was on the apps, and got close to deleting all of your accounts after coming across one too many married couples who wanted a “third” or women who texted you with odd phrases and strange emojis, but just before giving up, you got a message from Van, which was refreshingly straightforward and normal, something along the lines of “you´re very pretty. would you wanna meet up sometime tomorrow?”. 

the first time you were at her place, the initial nerves you felt were quickly replaced by the thrill of how well you matched each other´s style of intimacy. neither of you had gone into the encounter hoping for too much, but somehow you both seemed to know right from the start just how the other person wanted to be touched, how they liked to be kissed, how slow and soft or fast and aggressive they needed certain movements to be, there was a wordless understanding that you shared, that was magnetic and made her abandon the other women she´d been talking to online, knowing that they wouldn´t offer the the same thing. after that first night, you both agreed to see each other again a few days later, which quickly turned into a regular hook-up situation. 

the one problem she had with you was that the more she saw you, the fonder she grew of you, which hadn’t been the plan at all.

a few weeks in, she started looking forward to hearing you come up the stairs of her apartment, helping you undress, feeling you eager on top of her, hearing you sigh her name, all of it, which had never been the case with other hookups she´d had, with other women it had truly just been an anonymous exchange, a quick way to get off, nothing emotional about it, she´d never dreamed of them after they left her place, had never wondered what they were doing during the day, but with you she did, all the time. and yet, she couldn´t bring herself to ask you out, to suggest that you should get to know each other and meet outside of her apartment, during the day, over coffee or a meal, something was stopping her, a final push was needed for her to break her promise of swearing off love. 

over the years Van had reminded herself again and again to remain detached, to never let any woman close enough to have the power to hurt her, it was a little immature and she knew it, her vehement refusal to open herself up to any possibility of more than just flings and short-lived affairs, so whenever she saw you, she tried hard to convince herself to finally drop the whole “fuck romance” act, but it was easier said than done. 

then, one particular night, something happened that she wasn´t prepared for. 

after having sex, you´d put your clothes back on again to go to her kitchen and get yourself a glass of water, while she kept laying in bed for a few more minutes. 

you´d had a rough week and were worn out from the constant effort to appear fine, so as you stood there, alone in her silent living space, suddenly overwhelmed by the pain that you´d stomached on your own for so long, contrasted by the joy you´d felt for the hour that she´d just touched and kissed you, you found yourself tearing up, the thought “nobody knows how badly I am actually doing. not her, not anyone” forcing you into a state of weakness.

at first you tried to get it together, you tried to think of other things, but once the first tear hit your face, it was like something deep inside of you broke open and refused to close up again. you looked up at the ceiling and tried to fight it, but it was pointless, so you steadied yourself against the kitchen counter and tried to be as quiet as possible, hoping and praying that you could just get it over with before she´d come out to join you. about two minutes later, when you were still lost in your sudden outpour of emotion, you heard her saying something to you while stepping out of the bedroom, her tone light and humorous, the way you usually talked to each other, which startled you into a frantic attempt to appear okay, the words on her dating profile ringing in your ears : “strictly casual.”

you knew that she had not signed up for intense emotional connections or for being the one to console someone mid-cry, so you wiped your eyes, trying hard to regain some composure, but she knew the moment she approached you that something was off, one look at your face was enough to know exactly what was going on, her stomach dropped at the sight of you.

she rushed over immediately and her voice dropped into such a soft, sympathetic tone when she said “hey, what´s wrong?”, that your crying started all over again, harder then, the kind that had your lungs compressed and your breath all messed up, the kind that forced your body to surrender, like a higher power was zoning in on you and demanding “feel it all” , at the worst possible moment.

nobody had asked you that question all week, and her of all people being the one to do it was a knife to the heart, it was all you´d wanted from her and everything you couldn´t have, her love, her care, so getting a taste of it was enough to push you even further into your spiral of despair. sometimes, kindness at the right moment, after going so long without it, hurts even more than cruelty, the ache of a tired, frozen body stepping into a warm, inviting room, the ache of suddenly getting it, the one thing you´ve been dying for.

you were leaning on the counter, your forearms straining, facing down, a position of defeat, of hopelessness, thick tears dripping onto the flat surface, like rain splashing against windows. she placed her hand on your back, ever so gently, standing there next to you, gauging your reaction and rubbing up and down in a soothing motion, not talking for a second, not pushing for an answer, just being a quiet witness for a moment. 

she knew that she should let you get the worst sobs out first, that she should save the questions until talking was possible for you again. you felt a sense of shame bubbling up inside of you as you heard the sounds that were coming out of your mouth, cries of pure desperation, undignified, almost choking on air, your chest hurting from it; you hand´t cried in weeks and in that moment it all came flowing out at once, every single suppressed emotion, every single sting of frustration and pain that you´d taken without flinching, suddenly sharp and excruciating, catching up with you, coming back to haunt you;  it was a full on breakdown and Van almost teared up herself as she kept her hand on you, on the body that had been flush against her own mere minutes before, that had given her something she so desperately needed, again and again, intimacy, gentle touch, an intense connection. it was all disguised as a casual hookup, but for her it was more than that, always. you weren´t aware of it, the soft spot she had developed for you, the fact that she did not kiss just anyone the way she kissed you, often and with feeling, you´d told yourself that it was just something she did with every girl, passionate kissing, but it wasn´t, usually she kept it limited, the amount of times she allowed herself to place her lips on someone´s cheek, their neck, their shoulder, she normally kept her hookups impersonal and focused on getting off, but with you, she used it to also get the kind of romance she was starved for without explicitly asking for it, while letting you believe that it wasn´t meaningful. 

in that moment it dawned on her, that she did really care about you, that it wasn´t a “no strings attached” situation, not at all. she wanted nothing more than to ease your pain, to treat you the way a girlfriend would, to make you a tea and take you back to bed and listen to your worries, to help you in some way. she felt painfully useless just standing there, and even worse, seeing you cry like that made her feel awful, guilty even, because she had never stopped to consider that you might be going through some serious things, that you might have been hiding a good amount of pain from her whenever you saw each other, probably out of fear that she´d get turned off by vulnerability. she thought “you fucking idiot” about herself in that moment, realizing that she had never bothered to earnestly ask you how you were doing. 

you seemed like such an easy-going and chill person to her and she was so caught up in feeling sorry for herself most days, that she´d been blind to the fact that being young didn´t mean that you didn´t know suffering too, a little too intimately, judging from the utter devastation she could read in the intensity of your sobs, the kind that she´d only seen from others maybe once or twice in her entire life. she knew how exposing it must have felt for you, to have her present for all of that, so she did her best to just stand there and act like a kind of guard, to shield you in some way, to make you feel less alone, without coming on too strong, since she couldn´t read your mind, couldn´t know for sure that you wanted her to comfort you. still, she was pretty certain that you did, since you hadn´t moved an inch away from her.

eventually, you got through the worst of it, your face all red and puffy, your eyes bloodshot as you stood upright again and wiped your tears, a sudden ache on your lower back once she let go of you, you wanted her to keep touching you, but of course, you wouldn´t ask her to. 

“god I´m so sorry. I don´t know what just happened”, your voice still shaky and weak as you said this, your sleeves damp from your attempt to wipe the moisture off your cheeks. she was standing close to you and sounded serious then, “there is absolutely no need to apologize, okay? I´m just…” she didn´t know how to say it, seeing your fragile expression, the way you were holding yourself, broken open, raw like a wound, it all went straight to her heart, so she threw her rule about not getting emotionally involved out of the window for good and stepped forward to pull you into a tight embrace, her arms around your back as you instinctively went to rest your head against her shoulder, stunned by the sudden gesture of tenderness, moved to tears yet again, a silent, barely audible crying as you held onto her shirt, hard enough to make it clear for her, that you wanted her to be there for you, that you needed her to be.

she could tell from the way your body was trembling that you were dealing with tears again, so she stroked your hair and whispered “hey, it´s okay, I´ve got you, you can stay here for as long as you want”. you let the smooth sound of her voice and the sensation of her embrace lull you into a state of exhausted relief, your muscles slowly loosening up again, your thoughts becoming quieter, which was what she´d hoped would happen, and for a second she had no idea how to handle it, the overwhelming affection she felt for you, the visceral need to keep being the person you went to with your troubles. 

for a few minutes you just stood there together in her kitchen, chest to chest, the familiar scent of her soothing you, and the sensation of being as close as possible, heartbeats mere inches apart, it all managed to slowly stop your crying for good, replacing the pain in your chest with the haze that clouds your mind after sobbing that hard. 

once you were in a somewhat stable mood again, you let go of her and looked at her, rather shyly, a soft smile on her face when she saw that you seemed a bit better, calmer, reaching for both of your hands then, holding them reassuringly, “how about you go sit down on the couch and I get you something to drink, okay? you can use whatever blankets and pillows you want”, you nodded, a quiet “okay, yes, thank you”, which she waved off as she went over to the fridge, “no need to thank me, really. you´ve been nothing but nice to me, even when I was unreliable and flaky, so I think this is the least I can do” she had a point, it had happened more than once that she´d randomly blown you off, often on days where she was so depressed that being with you would´ve cracked her open, would´ve made her confess to you that she liked you, not just for your body. 

you were sitting on the right side of her couch, a blanket over your lap for comfort, as she sat down on the other side and handed you a cold glass of something fizzy with ice cubes, watching you gulp down a good amount before setting it down on the coffee table and exhaling deeply, relieved to see that your eyes were dry again and that your spirits seemed to be rising.  

she kept looking at you, her hands in her lap, an unusual earnestness to her, which you weren’t used to but grateful for. “so. do you wanna talk about it, or no?”, you did want to offer her an explanation but you also wanted to keep it rather brief, unwilling to exhaust her patience. “I´ll spare you the boring details, but I´ve just been going through it lately. personal things, family stuff, things keep stressing me out left and right, and it´s just all a little too much right now.” she nodded, listening intently, not breaking eye contact, so you went on “I´ve been feeling anxious pretty often lately but I just push it down most of the time, to function and get through my days, and most of the time it works, but yeah, sometimes it just…”, “gets a little too heavy” she completed the thought for you, not unfamiliar with what you were describing. “yes, exactly. so that´s what was going on when you walked in. and sorry again, I know that must´ve been a bit weird”.

a deep feeling of protectiveness overcame her at the thought of you out there on your own, pretending everything was fine, her hand on your cheek then for a moment, unbearably tender, “please don´t say sorry for things like that, okay? it wasn´t weird at all, I just got really worried there for a second because you looked so…”,  her voice cracked and it got to you, that she apparently really felt for you, “I know.. but I´m feeling much better now, thanks to you”, the first smile from you then since she´d caught you crying, which immediately made her face light up too, your hand on her thigh, an appreciative squeeze as you said that. the way your face looked then, softly lit by the orange lamp nearby, that post-crying glow giving your face an endearing, achingly lovable look, it made it crystal clear to her: “I don´t want to go back to “casual” after tonight. I want more with her”. 

“listen-” she said, clearing her throat, averting her gaze for a moment, trying to find the words, “I know I said I was just looking for fun, for something casual, and it was true at first..”  your attention was gripped then, you leaned closer to her, her eyes finding yours as she continued, “but I don´t think that´s working out for me. not with you, because I do want more. I really like you, and I want to be there for you, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about this stuff , you know? and I want to spend more time with you in general.” she knew she should just say it plainly then, “what I mean is that I´d be lying to myself and to you if I kept acting like I don´t want to be with you, for more than just sex.” a brief pause before she added “if that´s what you want too, of course”.

you had to process for a second when she was done speaking because you were not used to her being open and honest like that, especially not about her innermost feelings, but once the words settled in your mind, your smile widened and you grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers through hers as you answered “yeah, it´s absolutely what I want, no doubt. I wasn´t gonna push for it, but I like you a lot. I always feel better when I see you, when I´m here”.

that way of putting it struck her right at her core “no, stop, that´s way too sweet, I don´t deserve that yet. I´ve gotta make up for not doing this sooner”, you laughed then, a tired laugh but a genuine one, it made her heart swell, to see you like that after seeing you hunched over in pain, “okay, sure, I wouldn´t mind that”. you leaned back , thinking of something, “so, you´re gonna break it off with the other girls you´re seeing?”, she laughed, running her hands through her hair, “the other girls, right”, she thought for a moment before admitting, “well about that…it´s kinda just been you for a while now.”

at first you thought she was bluffing, but you could tell from her slightly nervous demeanor that she meant it,  “so we´ve been exclusive all this time without knowing it?”, she didn´t know that you were also not seeing anyone else but she was glad to hear you say it, a satisfied smile from her, “guess we have, huh?”. you moved closer to her then and she pulled your legs onto her lap, “well then, how about I take you out on a proper date. we could get dinner on saturday?”, it all seemed so easy all of a sudden, “I´d love that, yeah”. 

you shook your head an laughed to yourself then, so she nudged you, “what is it?”, eyeing you curiously, “oh, I was just thinking about how desperately I wanted to hug you the last times we saw each other, but I knew it was off limits. so that was nice, felt good”. “oh yeah?. well it´s not off limits anymore, so”, she put her arm up on the couch cushion to make space for you, pulling you even closer, letting you nestle yourself in there.

“can I ask you something personal?”, she said, your head resting on her chest then, “yeah, sure”, “is there a specific person that´s making your life difficult?”. someone did come to mind, even though they weren´t the only issue you were dealing with, but you were unsure about telling her, “why do you wanna know?”, she shrugged, “well, if there is someone, I might have to ask you for a full name and address.”, that made you laugh, amused by her mafia-like way of putting it, “so you can do what exactly?”, she almost slipped up then and made a joke along the lines of “well, I hunted and ate people when I was a teenager, so I might be a good candidate for helping someone out with revenge”, but she stopped herself in time, instead saying “I´m not telling you. wouldn´t want you to be complicit”, and you knew she was not actually offering to kill someone for you, but still, you liked it, the fact that she was signaling to you that she was deeply troubled by the idea of someone messing with you. for a few minutes you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lightly stroking your hair, until you grew heavy and willed yourself awake again. 

as you got up from her chest and rubbed your eyes, she realized that she hadn´t told you yet that you could stay over, “do you wanna go back to bed?” she asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world, like she´d asked you a bunch of times before,  “you´re letting me sleep over?” you asked, slightly surprised, she nodded, “I´m letting you do whatever you want from now on”, a playful smile as she got up and held her hand out to help you do the same, “careful with that promise”, you said, but she insisted, “oh but I mean it. I wanna be fucking smothered, I kept you at arm´s length for way too long”. it was easy for her to charm you, so you felt all the previous weight on your shoulders falling off as you followed her back to her room, relieved and content, glad to actually lay down and rest under the sheets that you´d previously only been on top of. 

the moment she laid down next to you, she moved onto her side to face you, staring at you with a lovestruck expression that she´d never let you see before. it was a little surreal to you at first, how much she´d hidden behind her convincingly nonchalant exterior, how successfully she´d made you believe that it was one-sided, your attachment to her.

you looked at her for a moment, soaking up the attention and comfortable silence before saying, “thank you. for all of this.”, she nodded, “any time, really, I mean it”.

you were already half asleep by then but you used the bit of energy you had left to pull her face closer to yours and give her a kiss, a soft, heartfelt one, the kind you don´t just give to anyone, your hand on her face, a faint humm of pleasure from her, the warmth of her lips against yours leaving you weak with everything you felt for her, a glow to both of you as you got comfortable under the covers. you closed your eyes before she did and she couldn´t help but look at your peaceful expression, the outline of your facial features for a few minutes, whispering “you´re so beautiful” before she turned off the light and moved herself close enough to you to feel your body, even when you weren´t touching. you let her believe that you hadn´t heard her.

Van was good at beating herself up over all things she´d messed up in the past, she was prone to self-flagellation, but that night when she fell asleep, she knew that she´d done things right for once.

she´d gotten over her aversion to emotional intimacy and it had resulted in you not having to brave through your pain on your own anymore, so in a way, the regret she had about not opening up sooner was not about what she´d denied herself, not at all, but about what she´d denied others, what she´d denied you. 

she vowed to herself to be whatever you needed her to be in the coming weeks, months, however long it was that you´d let her be part of your life.

nothing made her feel better about having survived all of the horrors, nothing made her feel more convinced that it had been worth it to stay alive despite it all, than to feel it at her core, that her presence was a light in someone´s darkness.

it was a full moon that night, so your sleeping silhouettes were illuminated by the silver streaming in through the window, even though it was pitch-black outside. the symbolism was not very subtle.

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Companion, pt. 2

A (slightly delayed) follow up to this chapter. Jaime & Sebastian add another member to their little makeshift household.

WARNINGS: The usual BBU stuff, animal shelter setting, collars, mentions of past foster care, anxiety, but mostly good things happening here.

The animal shelter they chose is in the heart of the city. Their website mentioned that they often deal with overpopulation, since it’s the biggest one in the area, so Sebastian thought they might have the most positive impact by adopting from them. They have a list of available animals with photos that they update daily, but Jaime turned down Sebastian’s offer to look through them.

He doesn’t tell him that swiping through a catalog of strays, deciding their fate behind the comfort of a computer screen, feels too much like how a prospective Keeper might shop for their Companion. How someone once shopped for him.

They make a plan to go on Saturday morning, and Jaime spends the rest of the week quietly stewing in an unnamed anxiety. He doesn’t bring it up—not when Sebastian talks excitedly about pet toys he found online over dinner, not when his nerves cut into his ability to fall asleep at night, and certainly not when he is buckled into the passenger seat, watching the big, yellow bridge that leads into downtown come into view. 

The building itself is large but sparse, all cement-gray walls and scuffed floors and signs of age that reflect a probable lack of funding. As they walk through the main hallway, flanked by rows of doors and cages, Jaime thinks that it reminds him a little of the training facility. He keeps that to himself, too. 

There is a volunteer—a young woman with her hair in a bun and a stain on her shirt—showing Jaime and Sebastian around. 

“The dogs are back this way,” she says. “Green tags on the doors are puppies under six months. Yellow tags mean they can be a little jumpy around people, red equals not good matches for homes with young children. Blue tags mean they’re seniors. Those are usually the ones that have been with us the longest.”

Jaime tries hard not to think about what happens to the senior dogs that overstay their welcome. 

“Cats are on this side,” she continues, pointing to her left. “We just ask that you wash your hands if you enter one of the playrooms, and avoid direct contact with any red tags. Any questions?”

Sebastian looks at Jaime, who tenses slightly at the attention but shakes his head. 

“I think we’re all good.” Sebastian says. 

She smiles. “Just let us know if you have any questions.”

With a nod, they set off down the hall on their own, Jaime sticking close to Sebastian’s heels. 

“So,” Sebastian says, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets. “Anywhere in particular you want to start? Young? Old? Big? Small?”

Jaime looks around at all the cages, suddenly overwhelmed—by the decision, by the sharp whines and barks for attention, by the closeness of the other prospective adopters, by the sad, watchful eyes of the animals as people pass them by. By the collars fastened around their necks, reminding Jaime of the weight of his own, the visibility of it peeking up through the dip in the sweatshirt neckline. Absently, he touches the warm metal with his fingertips. 

Sebastian seems to sense his discomfort, because he eases back. “You know what? Maybe we just take a lap or two and see what happens,” he says. “Maybe there will be an instant connection.”

They start with a black lab with a green tag on his cage door, who instantly jumps up and tries to paw at them when Sebastian sinks into a crouch.

“Well, aren’t you full of energy?” Sebastian’s voice lifts into a high sing-song tone when he speaks to the dogs, and the surprise of it is so endearing that it momentarily pulls Jaime from his inward spiral. “Only five months old,” he says to Jaime.

Against his wishes, memories of a long lost life in foster care rise to the surface. Jaime had been old enough when he entered to know that his chances of finding a family to adopt him were low, and only getting lower with each passing birthday.

“I’m sure she’ll be very popular,” Jaime says.

“Yeah,” Sebastian agrees, sticking his finger through one of the holes in the grate so that the puppy can sniff him. “You’ll find a home in no time, sweet girl.”

They move past a few more cages, Sebastian seemingly thrilled with the prospect of bringing any one of them home, but Jaime’s anxiety only grows. It’s when they come upon a cage with a golden labrador puppy—one that looks a little too similar to the fading image he has of a puppy from his childhood—that he reaches a breaking point. 

He takes a few steps away—not so far as to wander away from Sebastian’s watch, but a couple of doors down the row. Jaime takes slow, deep breaths as he looks down at the sleeping dog in the kennel in front of him, trying to imagine her laying on Sebastian’s living room rug. Trying not to imagine what it might look like to feed her every day, to brush her, to walk her, to love her, and then to leave her behind in six months when Jaime is called back to the facility. 

Sebastian doesn’t seem to mind Jaime’s straying, so he allows himself the space, moving slowly along the row of animals. He makes it all the way to the end of the hall when a flash of movement catches his eye. At the corner, secluded away from the glass-walled play rooms, is a singular cage with a black cat inside. The flash of movement he saw, it seems, was the cat’s abrupt recoil from a pair of reaching hands.

“Don’t put your fingers in the cage!” A young mother scolds, grabbing her child’s wrist and pulling him back from the cage. “You’re going to get bit.”

The kid gies a grumble of complaint but moves onto the next door quickly, not sparing a look back at the cage. Jaime watches as the black cat shrinks even further behind a wadded up blanket, pressing herself to the back corner of the cage, where no one can reach. Her bright, green eyes scan the area, back and forth, watching for invaders. She doesn’t look aggressive, Jaime thinks. She looks scared. 

Without realizing it, Jaime has taken a step toward the cage. He sees both a blue and a yellow tag on the door and tries to remember what the codes mean. On a small slip of paper at the top of the cage, the name “Bella” is written out in sharpie. 

“Hi Bella,” he whispers, barely audible. “You’re okay.”

Slowly, broadcasting the movement as much as he can, he lifts a hand and places the tip of his finger just at the edge of the cage; not enough to intrude the walls of her space, but hopefully enough to be a show of invitation. Bella looks at his finger for a long few seconds, then up at his eyes. Stupidly, Jaime smiles, like it might soften her to him.  

“Pretty eyes, right?”

The sudden voice startles him, even more for the fact that it isn’t Sebastian’s. He pulls his hand away like it was burned and turns to find another young woman with a volunteer shirt on. 

“Sorry,” he says automatically.

“No need,” she says, then nods her head toward the cage. “I think you’ve got her attention.” 

Jaime looks back at the cage and finds that the cat has taken a few steps out from her hiding spot, a curious nose pointed where Jaime’s finger had been. Carefully, darting a quick look at the woman for approval, Jaime lifts his hand again. This time, the cat only stares at it for a few seconds before she bumps her nose against his skin. A breath of a laugh startles out of him. 

“That’s the most contact she’s had with anyone on her own terms,” the girl says. “She must like you.”

“Can I ask…?” Jaime starts then hesitates. The woman's gaze dips, almost unwittingly, to Jaime’s throat. He watches something flash across her expression before she schools it with a neutral look. 

“You can ask me,” she tells him. 

“Why is she in a cage by herself? Away from the other cats?”

“She’s FIV+.”

Jaime glances back at the cat. “She’s sick?”

The woman nods. “It’s an immunodeficiency virus. There’s no cure for it, but it’s entirely possible for cats to live full, happy lives with it. But it’s best that she goes to a home with no other cats.”

“I think he… My…” Jaime clears his throat. “I think he is looking for a dog.”

She presses her lips into a thin line. “I see.”

As if summoned, Sebastian appears at his shoulder. “Oh, look at this cutie!”

Jaime tries to conceal his startled jump. “Her name is Bella,” he says quietly. 

“Look at her,” Sebastian croons, crouching beside the cage but not attempting to make contact. “She’s a love bug.”

“She’s actually quite shy,” the woman says, taking the smallest nudge of a step in front of Jaime to stand between them. “I was just telling him how he must be special to win her over so quickly.”

Sebastian’s first instinct is to shoot Jaime a smile. He stands slowly, knees cracking, and says, “I can’t say I’m surprised.” Then, to Jaime, he adds, “I didn’t know you were a cat person.”

“I’ve never had one,” he says honestly. 

“Hmm.” Sebastian turns back toward the cat, studying her for a few long seconds before he says, “Do you like her?”

Jaime blinks, letting his hand slowly drop to his side. In his periphery, he sees Bella raise a paw to tap impatiently against the cage wall. 

“I…” He looks to the cat, to the volunteer, and back at Sebastian. “Yes.” 

Sebastian nods, once, decisively, then turns to the volunteer. “We’ll take her.”

There’s a moment’s pause. They both turn to him, surprised. “I… I thought you wanted a dog,” Jaime says. 

He shrugs. “I think Bella has made the decision for us, really.” He nods toward where she is still perched at the edge of the cage, nuzzling against the bars to reach Jaime. “I mean, look at her. It’s out of our hands.”

He is fawning over the cat—who has decided to regard him with a look of skeptical displeasure—but Jaime only has eyes for Sebastian. He blinks up at him, trying to tame the spread of warmth in his chest. “Really?” he asks. 

Sebastian gives an uncertain smile, one that Jaime is becoming more and more familiar with. “Is that okay with you?”

Jaime swallows tightly, lowering his voice. “You’ll keep her?” he asks, trying to ignore the inquisitive glance from the volunteer. “Even when I’m gone?”

It looks like there’s a lot more that Sebastian wants to say, but in their present company, he only meets Jaime’s eyes and says, “Yes. Of course”

Jaime breathes out and gives a single, decisive nod. 

“Alright then,” the woman breaks the silence after a few tense moments. “Let’s get the paperwork started.”

***

On the way home, Sebastian drives carefully enough that his knuckles go white around the steering wheel, trying to avoid every bump and crack in the road. Jaime is in the backseat, which is an arrangement Sebastian normally wouldn’t prefer, but it’s only because he wants to be able to sit next to Bella’s carrier. 

He casts a glance in the rearview mirror to see Jaime gently running the back of his finger against the mesh wall, ducking his head so he can peek inside. 

“What should we name her?” Sebastian asks, almost regretting breaking the moment of reverence. 

Jaime sits up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. A dip of confusion forms between his brows. “You don’t like the name Bella?”

“Oh.” Sebastian blinks. “I—no, it’s cute. I like it. Just… I think most of the time the names they’re given in the shelter are temporary things? People usually change them to whatever they want when they bring them home.”

Jaime is quiet long enough to make Seabstian think maybe he’s stepped in something he didn’t mean to. Then, he asks, “Do you think she had a name before the shelter?”

Sebastian shrugs. “They didn’t know much about her history. If she was a stray her whole life, I guess she probably didn’t.”

He looks back down at the carrier, continuing the slow, soothing motion of his finger. “I’m okay with whatever name you decide for her,” he says, and Seabstian can’t help but hear a bit of dejection slip through. 

The pieces connect, and Sebastian considers the kind of weight a name might carry for someone who has had his stolen. 

Sebastian tightens his grip on the steering wheel, keeping his voice as even as he can. “No, I think you’re right,” he says. “Bella suits her just fine.”

****

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