#I think I’m just afraid of making myself blush honestly

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Drawing Nepeta again all these years later is just a reminder to me that I’m pan as fuck and I need to draw women more.

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TOO LOST IN YOU - epilogue pt 1

Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc Warnings: paige going back to old habits, arguing, nasty smut (slight CNC), language etc etc Wordcount: 5.3K A/N: happy draft day to those who missed valerie and paige!! you'll be getting a second part to this soon :) I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS YALL

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“My baby!” I squeal, running to Paige and wrapping my arms around her neck tightly. She’s smiling from ear to ear, leaning against the side of the car in her draft outfit - a navy suit so dark you would almost think it was black from first glance. In the evening light the blue tint was concealed though, like a secret. The colour was significant, Paige’s homage to the UConn colours. Adding red and white would’ve been too on the nose, but the tasteful navy just felt right. The blonde lets out an oomph as my body crashes into hers.

“I’m so proud of you,” I mumble against her chest, careful not to get makeup on the matching button up underneath the oversized suit jacket.

“God I missed you ma,” Paige groans, hand rubbing up and down my back, squeezing tightly. We had barely been apart for six hours but they had been excruciatingly long and tiresome to both of us.

“Baby,” I hum, pulling back my head and tilting it up to look at my girlfriend’s face. “You’re a Dallas Wing!”

Paige’s eyes are heavy as she gazes down at me, long lashes dark with mascara. Her makeup is done to perfection, light shimmer and a light gloss on her lips, diamond studs decorating her ears, hair in a low ponytail, strands carefully curled to frame her face. She looks stunning, although, when did she not.

“Goddamn you look sexy,” she says in a husky voice, blue eyes checking me out like she wants to devour me. Knowing her, she likely did. “Let’s get inside.”

I laugh, Paige’s lips finding their home in the crook of my neck, kissing intensely. I look around at the people walking by, blushing furiously.

“P, stop,” I giggle, pushing her off. “The afterparty.”

The blonde groans, throwing her head back in frustration. “Right, I guess we gotta go.”

I had wanted nothing more than to be at the draft with Paige, but we both agreed that a relationship of a few weeks was still too fresh to be made so public (though the clips of me and her kissing after her win had blown up everywhere). So as a compromise we made a deal for me to join her at the afterparty.

“Hollup gorgeous,” I stop her, letting my eyes really roam her all over. God truly spent his time on her, sculpted her with careful hands. She was stunning as always, but the circumstances were making me emotional - for a year I had watched her battle the other teams but most of all herself, to finally win the ultimate prize. She deserved it but most importantly she earned it. “You look so fine.”

“I look sexy, right?” She grins, smoothing over her jawline with her big hands. I roll my eyes, pulling on the car door behind her to open it. Paige slaps my hand away, hard enough to sting.

“Ow!” I yelp, pulling it away. Cordially she opens the car door for me, but I only grunt as a thank you.

“Oh c’mon, it did not hurt that bad.”

“I think you’ve been grumpy ever since we made you take that net around your neck off,” I groan, making myself comfortable on the leather seats of the car, soothing over my short dress. 

“Y’all are no fun, woulda been fire with this fit,” she complains, climbing in after me. Indeed Paige had worn the net for six days straight since winning. Honestly I wouldn’t have been surprised to find her showering with it, but I was too afraid to ask. After a long debate me and Britt had convinced her to take it off for her fitting.

“Yeah, because you never made any insane fashion choices,” I mumble to myself, looking out the tinted window. Paige’s ring covered fingers grab my thigh, thumb brushing the inside causing sparks to shoot up my leg.

“Shut up, it’s my day,” the blonde smiles, pressing a kiss onto my temple. Immediately I swoon, leaning my head against her shoulder.

“Really, I’m so fucking proud of you P,” I whisper, entangling my fingers with hers. The blonde hums, her arm wrapping around my shoulders.

“Couldn’t have done it without you Val.”

-

The afterparty is buzzing with people, people with sticky skin and cold drinks bumping into one another. It’s overwhelming for someone like me who’s not used to being surrounded by stars like this, familiar faces all around the room. Paige is sitting with the Wings, immersed in a lively conversation with NaLyssa sipping on her dirty shirley (which didn’t even come close to the ones I made for her at Ted’s according to her) while I push through all the tall people, returning from the bathroom. My chest felt like it might burst as I watched her in the dark suits and the silver chains, sitting with her new team. With her future. Far away from Storrs, from Connecticut, from me.

Before I have time to freak myself out over the long-distance, I see a girl, a gorgeous girl, sitting on the other side of Paige, hand on her shoulder, feeling up her biceps. She’s fluttering her long lashes at the blonde, smiling widely, leaning into her to talk to her. What the fuck?

Anger bubbles to the surface quickly, my skin boiling as I make my way to the seats quickly, shamelessly plotting myself down onto Paige’s lap. The conversation comes to a halt, my girlfriend’s eyes widening in surprise but hands holding my waist out of habit. 

“What’s going on here?” I ask, eyeing the strange girl up and down. She backs up the tiniest bit, challenging my gaze. I don’t move my brown eyes from hers, Who does she think she is? Trying to hit on my girl right in front of me? 

“Oh, uh, this is Kiara, she works for Overtime,” Paige introduces the girl, either oblivious or choosing to ignore the obvious flirting. “This is Valerie, she’s my uh, my friend.”

Friend? I feel my heart drop, anger and anxiety building within me. The blonde looks a little uncomfortable, sipping on her drink. I guess she had in fact enjoyed the flirting, maybe even entertained it. I knew being in a relationship was hard for her. And I knew it was all new. But calling me her friend in front of a girl who was looking at her like she wants to devour her? Paige knew better. She had to.

“Oh, right,” I say coldly. Paige is avoiding my gaze, looking everywhere but my eyes. “Well, as your friend you should probably find another room to sleep in.”

With those words I stand back up, beginning to rush out of the party. The blonde is following close behind, pushing through crowds of people to get to me. I make it out quicker, walking into the night, a cool breeze in my blow dried hair. Paige is held behind, everyone wanting a word with the star of the night. Good. I don’t want to talk to her. How could we ever make long-distance work when we were already struggling - no, not we. Paige.

The front of the club is lined with cars, ready for any drunk passengers to simply hop in and get home. As I reach for the door, a pale hand grabs my arm harshly.

“Val…” Paige mumbles, her voice soft and slurred from the alcohol.

“Don’t,” I tell the girl sternly, pulling my hand away without looking at her. “I’m going to bed, go have a fun night.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

I scoff, turning to the blonde. “You got some nerve telling me that after introducing me as your friend to some girl who was trying to fuck you. Why was that? You wanted to fuck her too?”

Paige looks around nervously, my voice growing loud and echoing off the tall buildings surrounding us. I knew she didn’t want anyone to hear, and for some reason this infuriated me even more.

“What? You scared I’m causing a scene?”

Paige sighs, opening the car door for me. “Just get in the car Val.”

“You’re embarrassed of your frie-”

“Get in the fucking car.”

-

The drive to the hotel is quiet, not the comfortable type that we often sat in. Valerie’s staring out the window, her knees pointing to the door away from me as a protest. She always did that when I had screwed up, which seemed to be all the time. Great. Even as a National Champion I can’t keep my girl happy. 

I could feel myself getting angry too, but not at Valerie. At myself. I just kept screwing up over and over and over. I kept telling myself everything would be okay if I just won the Natty. After that I could be the perfect girlfriend - except I wasn’t. And I kept hurting her all the time. I didn’t deserve her.

I close the door a little too hard behind us, Val scoffing loudly in response as she kicks her heels off, back to her usual, short self.

“I don’t know where you’re planning to sleep but I don’t want you in my bed,” Valerie mumbles sitting on the edge of the white sheets. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her dramatics.

“C’mon, let’s just talk this through,” I say, taking off the suit jacket, leaving me in a black sports bra and the suit pants I’d been wearing.

“No.”

“Val,” I warn her, but she merely crosses her arms, turning her head away from me. It made me want to fuck the hell out of her.

“Look I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I start, a little unsure what to say. The truth was I knew she was flirting with me, and perhaps I had entertained it. Because that’s what I was used to. I suppose that part wasn’t okay in a relationship. “I didn’t mean to call you my friend.” That part was true.

She’s quiet, refusing to look me in the eye.

Taking a deep breath I continue. “You know I’m not good at this girlfriend stuff, but I wanna learn. For you, ma. Wanna do better.” Carefully I walk over to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. Valerie’s lips are turned down in a pout, brows furrowed annoyedly. There was only one thing that got her out of a mood like this.

“Talk to me,” I command her, my grip on her chin tight.

“Don’t wanna,” she argues, rolling her eyes. My large hand grabs onto her cheeks tighter, Valerie’s brown eyes widening.

“Don’t be a brat.”

She lets out a trembling breath, defiantly looking at me. It was a game we played often, to distract ourselves from the real problems. Turning fights into play allowed us to ignore the underlying issues, allowed me to direct my focus elsewhere instead of inward. I wasn’t ready to face the array of things I needed to work on.

“Take that dress off,” I demand, pushing the thin strap off Valerie’s shoulder. She huffs, pulling it back up. 

“Now. Be a good girl for daddy.”

Suddenly her mood switches, thighs pressing against one another as she looks up at me with those round doe eyes that I could look into forever. Goosebumps rise up her arms as she slowly stands up, chest to chest with me. Reaching back, Valerie unzips her own dress, letting it fall to the floor with ease. There she is, in a matching red lace lingerie, and suddenly my boxers are soaked - all the frustration turning into pure lust.

Valerie’s pout too has turned to something much more needy, her brows raised softly as she stares up at me. 

“Goddamn,” I mumble to myself, my big hand easily snaking around her and flipping her over so her back faces me. She’s breathing heavy, her skin flushing as my fingers travel from her breasts down her stomach, toying with the band of her panties. Pressing my nose against her ear, I whisper: “You really think I want some other bitch when I got you? Bet you’re fucking soaked right now.”

And as I dip my fingers into her underwear, her cunt immediately dripping all over my fingers, I know I was correct. Satisfied, I smirk, running my middle finger along her slit, Valerie’s legs immediately trembling. 

“Yeah, this is my pussy, right ma?”

Val whimpers in response, throwing her head back against my chest.

“Answer,” I repeat, yanking on the girl’s hair. She gasps, looking at me over her shoulder with that helpless, hungry look I would die for.

“Yes,” she mumbles.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy,” Valerie whimpers, the burn in my core nearly unbearable over the nickname.

I push Valerie stomach down on the bed by her long golden brown hair, leaving her ass in the air for my own pleasure. I needed her so bad, needed the distraction her gorgeous body and desperate moans provided.

-

“No, no more, no more,” Valerie’s shaking on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, my face covered in her wetness. 

“Nah ma, I get what I want tonight,” I answer in a gravelly voice, trying my best to catch my breath. The fourth round had blonde hair falling out of my bun, makeup running down both our faces. The white duvet of the hotel bed was a pile on the floor, Val’s perfect blowout now a messy nest of hair at the top of her head. She was trembling desperately, her pretty moans had turned into high-pitched whimpers and cries. I was pushing her to her edge, but I couldn’t stop. I don’t know how I ever could?

“P-paige pl-”

I yank the girl’s hair, making her look at me with those brown doe eyes now bloodshot and mascara flaking under her lower lashes. “Whatchu call me?” I ask sternly, the pleading look on her face making my core drip all over my thighs, throbbing from just touching and playing with her.

“I’m sorry,” she whines, staring into my eyes obediently. “Daddy, please.”

“That’s a good girl,” I hum, the flutters of my heart sending jolts all over my body. In a moment of tenderness I lean down and press a kiss on the top of her head. Maybe I should be done, maybe she was too sensitive to take more. But the ache in my core wouldn’t let me stop. I needed to get mine too.

In a rush, I kick off my white boxers, flipping the girl onto her back. Her back arches automatically, perky breasts covered on goosebumps, her nipples hard as she runs her fingers over them, letting out a content sigh. I could’ve come at the sight, my eyes moving down her body to between her legs that are spread. Her pussy’s red and swollen from how long and hard I’ve been going at it. I can’t help myself when my long fingers spread her lips apart, watching the sticky mess glistening all over her puffy clit. Fuck this, I’m not even close to done.

“One more,” I grunt, lifting her leg over my shoulder.

“No, no no no- oh fuck,” Valerie’s defiance is interrupted with a trembling moan as I slot my dripping cunt on hers, our clits brushing against each other as I hold her lips apart to get as close as possible. 

“Fucking shit,” I hiss, immediately throwing my head back at the contact sending waves of pleasure all over me. After four rounds I was sure I’d cum untouched, the puddle in my boxers dripping out of me proof of how turned on I was. I lived to get Valerie off.

The girl starts to moan fast as I roll my hips into hers, watching the way she’s squirming underneath me. I bite on my lower lip to try to control the whimpers threatening to spill out as I place my hands on her hips to keep her still, gripping hard enough to leave bruises for tomorrow. She doesn’t seem to mind, her back arching as the squelching sound of our dripping pussies slip against each other. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” I cuss, panting loudly. The burn deep in my abdomen is already building, but I won’t move my blue eyes from her. Every part of her is making it harder not to cum, her scrunched up face, perfect tits bouncing with every roll of my hips, our pussies slipping against each other. It’s driving me insane.

“Daddy,” Valerie whimpers, her long nails scratching at my biceps desperately. I take it as a sign to speed up, placing a sloppy kiss on her leg resting on my wide shoulder.

“Perfect fucking pussy, feel so good ma,” I groan, the girl’s eyes rolling back at my words. “Prettiest pussy I ever saw.”

“‘S too much,” she whimpers, a single tear rolling down her cheek - it makes me want to go even faster, my abs burning as I speed up.

“You can take it,” I moan, my cunt gushing all over hers. “Fuckin’ take it baby.”

“N-need to cum,” she cries out, her body shivering beneath me, back arching, nails digging deeper into my skin.

“Ohh sh- you’re such a slut,” I whimper, rambling as I was getting closer and closer. “Daddy’s slut.”

“Yes I am,” she gasps, opening her eyes and meeting my gaze, willing to say or do anything just to feel that ecstasy only I could give her. Only me. No one else. “I’m your slut.”

“Fuck yea you are,” I hiss, my head lulling back and forth as I rut my hips into the girl, teetering on the edge of my orgasm. “Gonna make daddy cum.”

“Cum with me daddy,” she whimpers, brows in a deep furrow as she watches my face, mouth in a perfect o as I fuck her harder. It’s enough to see her like that, to hear the squelching of our pussies that I can’t fight it anymore.

“Fuuuuuck, I’ma cum,” I groan, my moans joining Valerie’s as we both finally roll over that edge, the hotel room filling with high pitched gasps and curses. I struggle to keep my eyes on the girl underneath me, shaking and trembling in ecstasy. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I crash on top of her, rolling over and taking her with me to feel her body on top of mine. We take a while to come back, both of us riding it out. The rays of the sunrise shine in through the clumsily shut blinds, illuminating Valerie’s hair in a way that make the tones of gold sparkle.

“The sun’s coming up,” she murmurs against my neck. I chuckle, my fingertips brushing through the strands carefully.

“We were at it for a while,” I chuckle weakly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Mm, perfect,” she hums happily, nuzzling her sweet little nose into the crook of my neck. “But goddamn you wore me out.”

“Just wanted to make my girl feel good,” I whisper, drawing patterns on her soft back along her spine. “Think I succeeded, yeah?”

“Man, shut up,” she giggles, finally lifting her head. She looks like a mess, yet still the most gorgeous girl in the world. Clumsily Valerie leans over and slots her lips on mine, kissing me contently. 

“Oh it’s like that huh? You wanna go again?” I tease, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Valerie laughs, shaking her head. 

“If we go again you’ll break me.”

“Mm, wanna try?” I grin, unaware of how exhausted my body felt after the past week of partying, let alone tonight.

“Paige!” She groans, pulling back, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from my eyes.

Suddenly the mood shifts, I feel it in the way Val’s brown eyes move from me to the wall, the way she’s chewing on the skin of her plump bottom lip. She’s overthinking, I can tell.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper. The girl exhales heavily.

“Were you, um, really flirting with that girl earlier?”

I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest. It was out of habit, but I couldn’t lie my way out of this one.

“‘M sorry Val, it was just a joke. Just outta habit,” I admit. The girl nods slowly, clearly disapproving of my answer. But I had to be truthful. “Y’know I’m not good at this relationship stuff.”

“I know,” she mumbles, her voice quiet and gentle. “But you can’t just keep messing up and keep saying that. You gotta start doing something about it.”

I contemplate for a moment, her words frustrating me a little. Did she think I wasn’t trying? I did so much for her, bent all my rules for her, sacrificed so much for her. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself down. It was okay for her to be upset, even if it hurt my ego.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I’ma do better.” I mean it.

“Would you ever go to therapy? You ever thought about it?”

I scoff. “Why? You think I need it?” I ask slightly annoyed.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

-

“A beer yeah? Alright, let me get that for you,” I smile at the older man, walking to the beer tap, holding a pint against it so it won’t foam badly. I had picked up a summer job at a bar in town while the campus was empty and dead. Connecticut felt cold and brutal ever since Paige left, taking all the joy she brought with her to Dallas. 

“And the Dallas Wings rookie Bueckers hits the mid-range jump shot with ease. Look at that body control, wow! Very impressive for someone her age.”

I glance up from the beer to the TV displayed in the corner of the pub, the Wings game against Chicago Sky illuminating the screen. The camera pushes in on Paige’s focused face, glistening with sweat in her jersey with the number 5 written on the back. She had filled out a lot in only a couple months, the league challenging her to gain more muscle quickly. Maybe that’s why she had been too busy to call me in the past couple weeks. 

Heading out to the weight room! Miss you I’ma call you tonight

i miss you too i hope you have a nice day baby! can’t wait to talk to you later

Hey baby just got out of practice gonna go grab sumn to eat with Arike and Lyss

okay call me when you get home 

baby you still out?

i gotta leave for my shift in an hour

paige?

k i gotta go text me when ur home i’m worried

goodnight p, i just got home from work. hope ur okay.

Holy shit ma I’m so sorry

I got home and knocked asleep

I love you I’m sorry

This had become a nearly daily routine. I could feel her pulling away from me. I knew long-distance would be hard but never thought it would be this hard. She wouldn’t communicate with me, I was lucky if she sent a text telling me she loved me once a day. I could feel that familiar dread taking over, the one that consumed me a lot this past year whenever I thought of the blonde. Still, I couldn’t help myself when I smile as she celebrates her short with Nai on the court.

Tomorrow I’d be flying to Dallas for the first time. I had refused at first, said I needed to save everything I earned this summer to make it through this upcoming year. But Paige had insisted she pays and insisted I fly out tomorrow. Honestly, I had a strange bubbling deep in my gut, eating away at me. Telling me to be scared, to prepare for the worst. Everything was pointing to my biggest fear becoming true. That I’m losing her forever.

I glance at the golden number 5 charm on my bracelet, dangling against my wrist. God, I missed her. I just wish she missed me.

“Uh, miss?” The man catches me daydreaming, pointing at the pint that was now overflowing with beer.

“Oh shoot,” I gasp, chuckling in embarrassment. “Let me pour you another, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright,” the man chuckles, glancing at the television showcasing Paige’s best plays of the night. “She’s quite something huh? She played for UConn did you know?”

“Oh really?” I humour him, carefully pouring another pint.

“They say she’s the best in the country.”

“Oh I bet she’d love that,” I reply, grinning to myself as I hand the beer to the gentleman.

-

I swing back and forth on the heels of my feet, holding the bouquet of roses tight in my hands. My stomach is filling with butterflies as the clock continues to tick, people pushing past me with their suitcases, the announcement for a flight after another echoing around the airport. Any minute now and I’d get to hold her again, my world, my love, my life.

My heart nearly bursts when she turns the corner, her small figure dressed in a white matching sweats and cropped hoodie, pulling a tiny suitcase behind her. Involuntarily a wide grin spreads across my face as I hurry towards Valerie, nearly skipping. 

“Oh my gosh,” I sigh as I crash into her, wrapping my arms around the shorter girl. “Fuck ma I missed you so bad.”

“Me too,” she mumbles against my chest, her hands stroking up and down my back gently to soothe me. I nearly cry at how good it feels to see her, to feel her, to smell her. The time apart was torture, we were constantly off. This felt right, how it should always be.

“I’m kissing the shit outta you in that car,” I mumble into her ear, shamelessly inhaling the scent of her hair. Coconut. I could’ve died. Valerie giggles, melting into my body. 

“We should go before your fans show up,” she laughs, pulling back from me. Ever since I came to Dallas I’ve quickly acquired a group of old and new basketball fans who were left with a void ever since Luka got traded. Fine by me.

“Hollup,” I sigh, grabbing both the girl’s shoulders to look at her - to really look at her. To soak in her button nose and round eyes. Feeling the intensity of my gaze Valerie looks to the side, the apples of her cheeks turning redder.

“Gimmie dat,” I murmur, grabbing the bag before she could resist and practically shoving the flowers into her hands. Val rolls her eyes, but leans in to sniff the flowers as we walk hand in hand to my car in my new home.

-

“Oh Paige,” she gasps as I let her into my apartment. The couple months I had spent here had given me the chance to get settled, the open concept apartment decorated in a way that was mature yet still me. Seeing her in my space, in my home made all this wait worth it.

The living room was filled with white balloons, more flowers and a pile of presents waiting for her on my glass coffee table. Val tiptoes to them, squealing with excitement as I follow her, glad to be there with her (and air conditioning, Dallas summers were no joke).

“You did all this for me, P?” Valerie asks in amazement. I walk up to her, my front pressing to her back and hands wrapping around her waist. 

“All for you mama,” I whisper into her ear, pressing sloppy kisses down her neck. “I fucking love you so bad.”

For a second I think she’s giggling at my words, so I continue nibbling at her neck. But as she inhales I hear the sniffling sound coming out of her nose. No, she’s crying. Suddenly I spin her around to see her eyes pooling with tears.

“Whoa, what’s wrong ma?”

She wipes away a tear, looking everywhere but into my eyes. For a moment I think she’s done something, something bad.

“Talk to me,” I tell her gently, anxiety rushing through my veins.

“It’s just, I dunno,” she sobs, looking at the floor. “I thought you wanted me here because you wanted to break up.”

“What?” Why would she think that? Why would I ever want that?

Valerie merely shrugs, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“No, hell no,” I reassure her, grabbing hold of her chin to make her look up at me. She pouts her lower lip, meeting my gaze. “Why would I ever wanna do that?”

“You’ve just been so distant.”

“There’s been a lot to do.”

“You barely text me, and never call me-”

“I’m literally hooping and getting to know my teammates most of the time. I’ve just been busy ma.”

“Nah because this isn’t how long-distance should work,” she whines, taking a step back from me, nearly tripping over the coffee table. I hold my hands to steady her but she only pushes them away stubbornly, acting like she didn’t almost eat shit in my living room. I would’ve laughed, but nothing was funny with the topic at hand. 

“It’s just, you’re working all the time when I’m off,” I complain, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to me. Valerie however just rolls her eyes and keeps standing stubbornly next to the table.

“No, you’re the one that’s always busy! Don’t pin this on me!” Valerie shouts in frustration, waving her hands around. Leaning back on the couch, I rub my jaw and face. I definitely was not prepared for our reunion to be like this.

“I just dunno why you don’t move here for the summer,” I shrug, manspreading as I watch her pace around my living room. Even though I was angry it still warmed my heart to see her in my home. She belonged here, made it all seem brighter, warmer, perfect - or as perfect as Dallas, Texas could get.

“Ugh, you’re so,” she groans, throwing her head back. “Some of us have to work.”

“Like I don’t?” I chuckle frustratedly. “I’ve said it so many times ma, just quit your job.”

“Oh you’re funny,” Valerie laughs sarcastically, wide eyes looking at me. But I don’t join in.

“I’m serious,” I argue, sitting back up and leaning on my grey sweatpants. “You don’t gotta be working. Don’t needa pay for a thing here.”

She looks at me for a while, before refusing. “Dude, no! I need to save for next year if I wanna make it through-”

“I’ma pay your rent. And groceries. That good?”

“Stop, Paige, this isn’t a joke.”

“I’m not joking,” I reach my hands to her hips and pull her close, tilting my head up to look at her as she stands between my legs, brows furrowed in worry. “I’m not Val, swear on my fucking life. Lemme take care of you.”

“B-but what if we like, break up or sumn happens and then I’m just fucked all year,” she mumbles, but brings her hands to my shoulders as her tone softens.

I press a kiss on her lower abdomen, sliver of skin bare right above the band of the sweatpants. Valerie hums contently, petting my hair.

“We won’t,” I murmur, my blue eyes looking at her pleadingly. “N even if we do, I’m not leavin’ you hangin’. Y’know that ma.”

Valerie sighs, biting on her lower lip. All this time apart just had me wanting to devour her. I couldn’t believe this was the start of our time in Dallas together.

“Please Val,” I beg, pressing sloppy kisses on her stomach, my fingertips teasing on the band of her sweats. “Just for the summer. Lemme take care of my girl.”

“Paige-”

“Say yes,” I hum.

“Baby,” Val sighs as my hands knead her perfect round ass. 

“Say yes mama.”

“Fine.”

-

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bf!jaehyun 18+ thoughts

warnings: fem!reader, sub!jaehyun, mentions of crying, mentions of subxsub, dirty talk/praise, like one mention of slapping, use of the name puppy, he’s my sweet sensitive boy so i wrote him as such!, begging, and i think that’s it!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI.

bf!jaehyun, who lowkey cries when things get super lovey and passionate. it’s so endearing and honestly SO!! attractive to see a man be unapologetically sensitive. sometimes when you two have sex you have to check in with him rather than the other way around, and you don’t mind of course! it’s nice to be able to take care of him in such a special way (it’s hot). he would literally be mid-stroke and start tearing up and you would be like ??? and he would say in the middle of shedding tears “i just love you so much.” it’s the sweetest thing ever, literally makes your heart fill with so much love for him.

bf!jaehyun, who is most likely quite subby. he’s a switch, but he really loves when you have control. he loves when you use him, telling him that all he’s good for is being your puppy, it ignites his love for you. there’s just something about the idea of you being the dominant one that makes him feel all cool like he loves having a girlboss gf that isn’t afraid to smack him when he’s been a whore.

bf!jaehyun, who is the most fun to experience subxsub with. it’s so desperate and messy like two puppies in heat just aching to get off. you’re both so stupid, rutting into each other with only one goal in mind. in moments like this, the two of you probably won’t even get your clothes fully off. he’ll just fuck you on the nearest surface with your panties pulled to the side. it’s so filthy to think about. he would slam you against the wall as you both tug at each other’s clothes, he would speak aloud, telling you, in a pained voice, “i’m so desperate for your pussy right now.” it would make your body heat up, the want for him increasing tenfold as you tell him, “need you, need to feel you cum in me so bad, myungjae.” that would only egg him on further to get his cock into you as soon as possible.

bf!jaehyun, who really has a hard time containing himself when you praise him. he’s so fucking cute; his cheeks blushing, his cock twitching, his eyes looking away from yours because he feels shy. he’ll literally get so shy if you compliment his cock too. you would tell him as you’re riding him, “myungjae, you have such a pretty cock, could fuck myself on it forever.” this man would turn into a PUDDLE. a shiver goes up his spine with the way you talk to him, and he would close his eyes, throwing his head back with a smile plastered on his face. what’s really fun, though, is if you ask him “why didn’t you say thank you? i just complimented you!” with a pout. he gets sooo flustered and shy as he spills out a bunch of gratitude as you continue bouncing on his cock. he’s so fun to play with <3

bf!jaehyun, who is the man that every girl dreams of. he’s out here moaning and crying in your ear. he truly doesn’t hold back, especially because he trusts you with his most vulnerable sides, so he’s not shy about moaning. and boy…. does he have the prettiest fucking moans. not only that, but he’s so whiny like he’s always on the verge of tears and it’s so- literally like orgasm inducing. he also doesn’t stop talking at times, he would whine out things like “please- please- i’m so fucking close i’m gonna cum!” and “stop! it hurts! too much- oh my god-” WHEW- he’ll beg and he’s not ashamed to do so!

[snickerdoodie]

“Sugar and Spice”

Summary: Everyone knew Jake Seresin was a charismatic player. Whether it was flirting with girls at the bar or charming his way out of any situation. But what happens when the blond pilot finally meets his match?

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

A/N: hey guys..I’m not even gonna lie I completely forgot to post this lmao, I got a liiittle busy with everything and it completely went over my head. But here it is! Finally! After two months. This also isn’t proof read, per usual, so sorry if anything sounds off. Enjoy!

Jake’s chatting along with Rooster and the gang when the door suddenly chimes open, taking a quick glance as any human would, but what he sees isn’t what he’s expecting. In comes you, dressed up in a simple white tank top and probably the shorted daisy dukes he’s ever seen, not that he’s complaining though . His eyes rake over your body before he travels further upward, smirking to himself when you accidentally make eye contact. Giving him a nod and a classic small smile, you make your way over to the bar, soon getting into a quick conversation with Penny.

“Well I’ll be damn,” He says into his beer, taking a long sip before wiping his lips with a grin. That causes Rooster to quirk a brow at the unexpected comment.

“What’s up with you? Find a new pair of tits to ogle at?” He quips, noticing Hangman’s intense stare across the room. Seresin shrugs, a smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

“‘Could say that. Could also say I might have just found myself my girl tonight.” And with that, Hangman scoots himself out of the booth he was sitting in and makes his way across the room, gaze dead set on you sitting at the bar, drink in hand. He ignores the unwanted calls and shouts narrowed to him from his friends, too caught up in his next words. Taking a seat on the empty stool next to yours, leering on your exposed skin before continuing.

“Hey there, what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here sittin’ by yourself?” You turn your head to the sound of the voice, not even hearing him come up beside you. At first, you do a once over at the man, taking in his striking green eyes and Hollywood smile. Then you take notice in his uniform, his sunglasses perched on the fold of his shirt. Must be one of those pilots you keep hearing about. Turning your upper half to him, you smile.

“Doesn’t seem like I’m sitting alone now, does it?” You quip back, setting your drink down on the countertop. The man’s smirk grows wider as he rests an elbow on the wood.

“Aw, no need to thank me, just doin’ what’s needed of me.” You just now realize his country accent, standing out in certain phrases; it makes you fight back a blush. You raise a brow nonetheless.

“Is that so? Did you magically think I wanted you here, Blondie?” You know he wasn’t expecting the nick name when his brows raise for a split second before shooting back down to their original places.

“Eh, I don’t need’a think, I just know by heart. Y’know, with my magical powers ‘n all.” He imitates quotations at the end of his sentence. You huff out a laugh at his words, eyes cascading down to your watered down drink. Taking a sip, you focus your attention back onto the man in front of you. That stupid grin still plastered on his lips.

“Well can your magical powers tell you the name of the lady you decided to make your next target?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended, almost regretting your words. Truth is, you *were* enjoying his company and that southern drawl of his. He honestly was making your night a bit better than just sitting there alone, drowning in your drinks and mind while some overplayed Toby Keith song played on the jukebox.

“I’m afraid that’s somethin’ I can’t do. Care to help me out here?” Relieved he didn’t say anything about your earlier statement, you bite your lip with a smile, nodding.

“(Y/N),” you state, almost missing the way his eyes light up more at your declaration. “What about you, G.I. Joe? Got a name to the face?”

“As a matter of fact I do, gorgeous. Most people call me Hangman but I’ll make a special case and let you call me yours.” He winks with that cheshire grin. You fight back both a blush and a large smile this time at the cringy and overused line.

“Is that so?”

“I’d sure so hope so, ma’am.”

You both stay silent as you stare at each other. While you bite the inside of your cheek, he scoots himself closer to you, knees brushing against each other. You can smell his sandalwood cologne and the beer he’d been drinking previously before coming up to you. Hangman notices your lack of response and licks his lips, eyes flickering from your glass to your hair then to your lips before continuing.

“Tell ya what, sweetheart” he starts, catching your attention, “You name the game. If I win, you’re buying me dinner. But if you by some miracle manage to beat me, you won’t have to endure my charming company ever again.” He finishes, looking very confident in his proposition. You tilt your head and fully face your body towards him, your legs scooting between his as he widens his stance to make room. You swear you could have seen his adam’s apple bob harshly at the movement but you payed no mind.

You narrow your eyes slightly before a small smile stretches across your lips. With the confidence that this man passed on, you carefully lean forward so your palms are resting against his firm thighs. Bracing yourself as you lean in closer. Hangman bites his lip before tilting his head down, his chest heaving in a breath before he speaks,

“You gonna take up on that offer, darlin’?” He drawls out, voice raspy, almost sultry. You look him in the eyes as you lightly squeeze his skin, his smirk growing.

“Y’know what? I will, s’not like I’ve got anything to lose now is there, cowboy?”

I also tried to make my format for my fics a little more..interesting looking. I felt like they’re too boring so tell me your thoughts. Feel free to comment if you liked or disliked something! :)

[maximotts]

♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.” 

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over. 

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!” 

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.” 

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” 

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing. 

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.” 

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned. 

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her. 

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you. 

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp. 

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.” 

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again. 

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was. 

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once. 

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty. 

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for. 

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into. 

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall. 

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down. 

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!” 

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!” 

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her. 

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

[ceilingfan5]

🔒 blupjeans? :) 

🔒I broke into your car to impress you when you locked your keys in and now I have to construct an elaborate lie to explain myself 

“Huh,” Barry says, after Lup breaks into his fucking car. “Thank you, so much, honestly, I mean, I was going to be fucked, the locksmith quoted me like $300-”

“Yeah, no prob,” Lup says, so forcedly casual that she thinks she hears something important pop in her jaw. 

“But uh,” Barry looks at his car, a very, very sad blue Honda Civic belovedly named Crunch, and then at Lup, who is struggling with the knowledge that she is blushing hard enough to burn herself at the stake here. “That’s a pretty impressive skill you’ve got there?”

The how the fuck do you know that, and for why, specifically, is implied. 

“Thanks,” Lup says, opening her gumball machine mouth and letting a tasty, shiny lie ricochet through the spirals and tubes of her fucking idiot central and right out into the air, where she will now be responsible for it. “I learned it in the circus.”

“The circus?” Barry is wearing his stupid sexy strap on sunglasses, which are tentatively attached to his regular glasses, and thus make his eyes a little harder to see. He is, however, obviously having some kind of reaction to this information. Lup grimaces. 

“Yeeep. The circus. You know, the uh, the giraffes loved to steal keys.” 

“Giraffes?” Barry is incredulous. “That’s amazing. What for?”

“Oh, they’re mischievous fuckers,” Lup is just fully in it now. “Never trust a giraffe, I’m telling you. Elephants either, they’ll throw your keys right down a storm drain just to get your attention.”

“Golly,” Barry says. With his human fucking mouth. Lup wants to kill him and keep his soul in a jar. She promises she’ll poke holes in the lid. “I have to imagine you’d hide your keys after that happened once or twice, though?”

“The problem is, you see,” Lup is ascending, to live with the angels. Shame they’ll evict her as soon as possible, for all the lust and gluttony and wrath and so on. She can have another thing lined up. It’s fine. “Circus outfits never have pockets.”

“Really? Never?”

“Total design flaw,” Lup says, nodding, and also sweating so hard she’s afraid it might be audible. “Pockets would pull them down. And when you’re just wearing a leotard, you don’t want it gettin’ pulled down, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Barry agrees, looking dreadfully impressed at all this. “But then what about the keys, did you just hold them?” Him and his goddamn followup questions. Lup could grind him into a paste and study him under a microscope. 

“Yeah, or put them on a chain around our necks. But mostly we had a key boy.”

“A keyboy?” Barry’s eyes go way up. “One keyboy, to hold all the keys in the circus?”

“It was an illustrious job,” Lup says, with her lying, lying ass. “Everyone wanted to fuck the key boy.” 

“Wow,” Barry says. “Because of his access?”

“Because of the jingles, Barr, keep up!” Lup folds her arms. “Also, he was a pretty good juggler. Not as good as me, though.”

“You can juggle?” Barry grins at her. “I’d love to see that.” 

“I’ve been banned from juggling forever,” Lup says solemnly. “Because of the incident.” 

“The incident?” Jesus, can he just do this all day? Doesn’t he get tired?

“Yeah,” Lup says, and winks, and smacks him congenially on the back. “It’s a curse. Shame, cause I love juggling.” And before Barry can ask her another fucking question, she heads back in to work. 

God. It’s been years since she juggled. She cannot fucking believe she’s backed herself into a corner again about this shit. She should have just admitted to being obsessed with lockpicking youtube. 

[aemondsvisenya]

Aemond x Reader who uses sign language

This idea is so random but I refuse to back down from it, hear me out…

Disclaimer: I’m not deaf, nor am I completely mute - I have been learning British Sign Language, however, as it’s part of Makaton which can be used by autistic people like myself. However, because this is Westeros, there’s no official sign language and so I haven’t described the signs in great detail

✨ Reader has no assigned pronouns or gender, and I haven’t specified why you use sign language - could be for a deaf reader, could be for someone who is mute… whatever the reason, you’re valid! ✨

When Aemond first meets you, he’s taken aback by how attractive you are, so he immediately goes to speak to you - only to be confused when you just smile bashfully at the sight of him but don’t say hello back

One of your friends has to explain to the Prince that you don’t speak (they quietly explain the reason so that no one else overheard), and that you use your hands to communicate. You’re a little afraid then that he’ll be disgusted by you or think that you’re deficient in some way, that you’re incomplete

Yeah, no, you couldn’t be more wrong about that

For one thing, Aemond is a scholar: he has studied many languages, though none more so than High Valyrian of course, and so he’s of course intrigued to learn that there’s a language that doesn’t involve speaking aloud, that people can use their hands to speak instead. While he thinks it must take longer, he also muses that it would be interesting and also helpful in certain situations to not have to use a voice to communicate

Secondly, Aemond is all too familiar himself with people thinking him deficient - people still shudder when they talk about his eye, even though he makes sure to wear the eyepatch all day and to never remove it unless he’s alone in his room. He knows what it is to be treated like he’s lesser, to have to work harder to overcome a disability - and he immediately sympathises with you

Aemond begins researching, seeing if there are any books on the subject of using hands to speak, but the information out there is extremely limited - so it makes sense, of course, that he go to you directly to learn first hand

At first you’re shy and a little scared because what would the One-Eyed Prince want with you? But to your surprise, he does his best to be reassuring, and he eventually gets across to you that he actually wants to learn some of the hand movements so that he can speak to you properly

As I said, Aemond is a dutiful pupil - he picks up on it faster than most others might

Some are relatively easy to remember, he finds; hello is a gentle wave, thank you is moving a hand down from the chin and bowing the head… he laughs softly when you grin and show him that “dragon” is miming blowing fire with your fingers acting as flames. Others aren’t as easy, admittedly, but he practices long after your sessions together in the privacy of his chambers, usually using a mirror to make sure his movements are clear and fluid

Before too long, it becomes second nature to him; he immediately starts signing to you when you pass each other, saying the words out loud to himself even as his hands move gracefully. He really does have such beautiful hands, you often find yourself thinking, with such long fingers… that thought definitely makes you blush

You’re honestly touched by his efforts because no one else has ever tried this hard just to speak to you, just to understand you, and it makes your heart grow in your chest that Aemond would do such a thing for you

What’s even more surprising is that soon enough, Aemond even begins doing some of the signs without even thinking when he’s talking to other people - only a couple of basic ones like please and thank you before he realises what’s he’s doing and stops, but it still happens from time to time

When Aemond asks to court you, he does it in perfect sign language but you have to ask him to repeat it because your eyes are blurry with joyful tears; he worries for a moment that he’s gotten the signs wrong but you hurriedly use your hands to tell him that no, he did it right, you’re just so happy and you want to see him ask again

Honestly he’s just super attentive and highly tuned to whatever it is that you’re saying, you always feel like you’re being heard when you’re with him because he takes everything you sign seriously

Woe befall anyone who dares mock or make cruel comments about you - Aemond doesn’t have time for such uneducated filth, and he wastes no time in making sure they never do such a thing again

[neos127]

WHY HER? - SIM JAEYUN (chapter nine)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. includes a written portion!

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Y/N shakily clicked on the ‘accept’ button of Jake’s face-time call. Quickly fixing her hair and setting the phone to a decent angle. Jake smiled once she picked up, his expression soon dropping after seeing her pout.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so afraid of getting close to me?” Jake spoke up, already starting the conversation Y/N had been dreading. The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking out her window to avoid eye contact.

“I just can’t believe that you have feelings for me, no other boy has ever shown this much interest in me.” Y/N admitted, nervously playing with her nails.

“Listen…it scares me too. I took a big chance with getting to know you but I don’t regret it one bit. You have such an amazing personality and that’s what sets you apart from everyone else. That’s why I like you so much.” Jake explained, making Y/N suck in a breath, her stomach twisting more and more.

“It’s just…imagining relationships is fun, it makes me giddy to think about that type of stuff. Even reading it and watching it in movies…but when it’s real, it becomes too real. I’d be putting myself in a vulnerable position and I’m afraid to get hurt. I know it’s stupid and inevitable, but that’s just how I feel.” Y/N explained, watching as Jake mulled over her words.

“Thank you for being honest with me, I understand how you feel. And I promise I won’t break your heart, Y/N. I couldn’t even think about doing that. You’re way too important to me.” Jake replied, his lips turning down into a frown when he saw a tear slip down her face. She quickly wiped it, sniffling a bit.

“And what about your career?” She asked softly. Jake’s eyes diverted from her face for a moment, letting out a small sigh.

“Well, we can try to hide our relationship for as long as we can. As long as my managers know they won’t mind helping us out. And just know that whatever anyone says about you, it isn’t true. They can’t be a real fan if they don’t support me.” Jake explained, trying to reassure Y/N. She nodded absentmindedly, really thinking about the consequences. It wasn’t going to be easy, Y/N was sure of it, but the soft gaze in Jake’s eyes was enough to sway her.

“Let’s do it then…before I projectile vomit everywhere.” Y/N chuckled, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. Despite how terrified she felt, she was still happy to know that he was just as into her as she was.

“Damn…sounds like you don’t like me that much.” Jake teased, a smile appearing on his face.

“Ugh please, I like you so much it hurts. It’s honestly kind of unfair how sweet and cute you are, I never stood a chance.” Y/N groaned, hiding behind her hands at the confession. Jake felt flustered, still not used to her complimenting him.

“Honestly, that’s how I feel about you. As soon as I saw your smile, I was done for.” Jake replied, the blush on his face was very obvious. Y/N bit back a smile, trying to hide her flustered state by looking out her window again.

“So- where do we go from here?” Y/N asked, still feeling a bit awkward about their conversation.

Um…i’ll ask you to be mine properly when I get back, I promise. I’m willing to make this work if you are.” Jake said, smiling at Y/N. Just the sight of her face was enough to make him giddy and he couldn’t wait to get back home and have her in his arms.

“Yeah, I am too.

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[ivory-lamps]

B26: Flowers for the Entire World

Characters: Nagi, Ryui, Yodaka, Toi, Netaro & Daniel Location: HAMA Summary: L4mps successfully finish their performance. What has the Night Group gained after the time they spent together…? Proofreader: Shay

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Yodaka: I know I won’t be forgiven with just an apology, but I’d truly like to apologise.

*Yodaka makes a deep bow*

Toi: You don’t need to bow so deeply! We’re not angry at all!

Netaro: In fact, I had a blast! I even got to see your hair whorl ♪

Toi: Yeah! You’re not angry either, right, Ani-sama?

Ryui: No, I’m angry all right…! I was on the verge of death! I’m gonna go crazy every time I’m reminded of what happened on stage…!

Toi: But you were so cool, Ani-sama! I bet you’d make a sweeping victory when it comes to comedy awards.

Ryui: What? Really…?

Momiji / Kaede: (It feels like Toi-kun’s really good at controlling Ryui-kun at times…)

Nagi: Uh, I had this thought before, but…

Yodaka: ?

Nagi: Yodaka-san, were you planning on leaving the Night Group?

Momiji / Kaede: !

Toi: What?

Ryui: Huh?

Netaro: Oh?

Yodaka: Why would you think that?

Nagi: Well, you always felt a bit distant from the rest of us. I wondered if you did that purpose so that it would make it easier for you to leave whenever.

I experienced the same thing, so… 

Momiji / Kaede: (Nagi-kun’s quite sharp…)

Yodaka: If you’re asking me if I “had intended” on leaving, then…

I would answer, “Yes.”

Momiji / Kaede: Y–Yodaka-san…!?

Yodaka: But if you’re asking me if I “intend” on leaving, then…

My answer is “No.”

Momiji / Kaede: Huh…?

Yodaka: It’s true that I was afraid and in a state of confusion, thinking that myself and my daily life would change if I were to stay in HAMA Tours.

I’ve told the Manager this, but I have a sleeping disorder. I get exceptionally sleepy when I think about the future.

Netaro: You also don’t like thinking about the past, either.

Yodaka: It seems I wasn’t able to arrive on time because of that. I’ve left this issue to fester on its own and everyone has suffered because of it.

Ryui: Suffering? Well, that applies to you, too. I also… uh… messed up and caused a lotta trouble for you guys…

We’re a team, right? So we should shoulder the load together. …Right, Hachinoya?

Nagi: Yeah. I caused everyone a lot of trouble as well, so it makes me happy to see Yodaka-san “being in the same boat” as me.

Momiji / Kaede: (...Nagi-kun, you mentioned before that you found it difficult to “be in the same boat as others” because it felt impudent, didn’t you…? You’ve really changed.)

Yodaka: …Thank you for forgiving my pathetic self. I promise I’ll make sure to face the future and myself head-on. I promise I’ll do it so that L4mps’ light won’t ever fade.

Toi: Thank goodness~!

Netaro: And everyone lived happily ever after!

Nagi: Oh, but you don’t necessarily need to promise us that.

Ryui: Huh?

Nagi: Everyone is living their own life – it’s like a trip of sorts. And all our paths just happened to miraculously converge with one another’s.

If you make a promise, then there might come a time where you might cherish that promise more than yourself. I don’t want you to do that.

Just like when you’re travelling on your own, do what you want to do. I’m used to the sorrows of farewells, after all.

(Just like when I let go of my sorrow for my mother.)

I know from experience that some things begin with a goodbye.

Yodaka: …Alright. You’re always so kind, Nagi.

Ryui: That so? I honestly don’t understand how he can say all that under the assumption that you’d leave right from the very beginning.

I’m not like you. Once you’ve gained my trust and favour, then I won’t ever let you go – I’d treasure that person.

*Netaro blushes*

Netaro: Swoon.

*Sparkles appear in Toi’s eyes*

Toi: Ani-sama! …That sounds like a proposal…! I love how you can say stuff like that so confidently~!

Ahh! Where’s my lightstick!? I wanna hold a blue and yellow one! I wanna hold them in my hands~!

Ryui: No! That’s not what I meant, okay!?

*Yodaka smiles softly*

Yodaka: ……

Ryui: Hey, stop smilin’ like some idiot!!

Nagi: The divorce rate is 1/3, so as long as you choose anyone aside from me, then you’re good.

Ryui: ……! You…! You’re gonna bite the hand that feeds you…!?

Nagi: Hmm…? When did you feed me?

Ryui: You’re seriously pissin’ me off!

Momiji / Kaede: (Everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves. Yodaka-san’s also going to stay and it feels like Nagi-kun and Ryui-kun have gotten closer, so I guess all’s well that ends well…)

Daniel: Hey, you done talkin’? Let’s clean up, guys~ Or else we can’t start the after-party.

Nagi & Toi: Okay!

Daniel: Maaan, it’s been a while since I last ran properly, so my back hurts.

Momiji / Kaede: Don’t give up now – it feels great in the end, right?

Daniel: …Well, I guess. The alcohol’s gonna taste exquisite tonight.

Momiji / Kaede: Oh! Before that, I’ve gotta get something to thank the other groups! What should I get them?

Daniel: Just a word of thanks will be fine. They’ll appreciate the thought – they didn’t help out to get something out of it, anyway.

Momiji / Kaede: Yeah…

(...HAMA Tours really is full of wonderful people. I’m really, really glad I get to work at this company alongside them.)

Netaro: Gii.

Nagi: Hm?

Netaro: I’ve come to understand a little about what you meant when you taught me that being lonely means being unhappy.

Nagi: Oh, that. Actually, it’s a little diff–

Netaro: There are various formulas for happiness on this planet. Gii, you not only understood that, but you also tried to teach that to me. I thought about it long and hard, over and over.

And now, I’ve got my own theory. It makes me want to use deductive reasoning to try and prove that my theory is correct.

Nagi: Theory? Deductive reasoning?

Netaro: In other words, I’ve found my “dream”!

Nagi: Your dream!?

Netaro: An ancient philosopher called it “better half” and an Italian poet referred to it as “Beatrice”...

I shall find my own “Beatrice”.

Nagi: Beatrice?

Netaro: My other half, in other words, my partner is somewhere in this galaxy. Maybe that sort of love is on this planet. I’ve decided to search for that very thing!

Nagi: …… I see.

A lot of things happened after I taught you that “being lonely means you’re unhappy”... I’m seeing things differently now.

But it’s nice to see that that’s how you view happiness. You’re right about there being various formulas for happiness, and it definitely comes in all different shapes and sizes on this planet.

There isn’t just one answer and shape to happiness.

So, I think your dream is wonderful, Netaro.

Netaro: Yep!

Nagi: (I see. I didn’t understand a thing about happiness and yet, I taught an alien love… That…)

(That somehow makes me happy.)

Toi: Ani-sama.

Ryui: Hm, what’s wrong?

Toi: Good luck… for your bar exam. I’ll be rooting for you.

Ryui: Huh…?

Toi: (Ani-sama and I lived our lives so far by seeing and thinking the same things, but I realise that…)

(We’re actually separate people and even our ideas of happiness are different.)

(It’s because we’re so different that I love Ani-sama… That’s what I’ve come to realise.)

I just felt like saying that!

Ryui: …Yeah? Thanks.

Nagi: Manager.

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Nagi-kun. Thank you so much today. Your words earlier were really reassuring.

Nagi: I wanted to show you this.

Momiji / Kaede: Hm…? Oh! Isn’t this the four-leaf clover I gave you before?

Nagi: Yeah. I turned it into a pressed flower. I… I wanted to always keep it with me.

*Nagi blushes*

…I mean, I figured I should tell you when I have the chance, otherwise you might get creeped out by the fact that I’m always carrying it with me.

Momiji / Kaede: Ahaha, I won’t be! It makes me happy to see you cherish it.

Kafka: Manager-chan, we’re gonna take the heavy equipment back now~!

Momiji / Kaede: Okay. Come on, Nagi-kun, let’s go.

Nagi: ……

(I’m here, everyone’s here, and we’re all smiling. The night breeze brushes gently on my skin, and I have a place I can call home.)

(Ahh, I’m sure that even if I collect all the flowers in the entire world…)

(It probably won’t be enough to make up for how happy I feel right now.)

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Who are the top 5 people who inspire you, or you just look up to, and why? What qualities or things about their character, achievements etc make you strive to achieve that or in general become a better person? It could be family, friends or celebrities etc.🌸

What a beautiful question! Thank you, anon. Here are five people who inspire me, in no particular order:

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2. My mother. I don’t know anyone else so beautiful, resilient, and eternally optimistic. She grew up through hardships I couldn’t ever imagine, had to rebuild her life from nothing more than once, raised six children and had to bury one in a country a million miles away, both in physical distance and cultural mores, from her own, and has never once lost her sense of grace and empathy, nor ever let bitterness so much as plant a tiny seed in her heart. She reminds me every day of the true meaning of discipline and strength, and she’s taught me that true beauty is about how you carry yourself, how you treat others, and the standards you hold yourself to, even when nobody is watching.

3. Theresa. Nobody who has ever met Theresa would be the slightest bit surprised to find her on this list. No one else on Earth embodies true humanity quite like Theresa, and I’m so, so honoured to count her amongst my very best friends. Her mere existence will eternally remind me of the fact that I am, indeed, utterly subpar in every way that matters, but being with her, even just for a moment, is like basking in the sun. She’s unwaveringly kind, gentle, and steadfast to the core, and I think of her so often, whenever I feel myself hesitating in my commitments or tempted to look the other way in the face of something too difficult to bear.

4. Patti Wong. I don’t need to elaborate any more than I already have. She’s an icon, a legend, and her photograph rests on my bedside table to remind me that I will never be her.

5. Alajos. I think he’d blush himself into an early grave if I ever told him quite how much I admire him, but honestly, I’ve never known anyone so principled, so disciplined, and so fiercely devoted to everyone and everything he holds dear. He makes me want to be a better person sheerly through how sincerely he believes in goodness, beauty, and truth; he’s the sort of person who would rather suffer than compromise his integrity, and has some truly insane levels of resilience for a man who has suffered a lot more than he’d ever let on. He’s utterly relentless in his principles, but also so, so gentle, and I’m so lucky to be engaged to someone who possesses that extraordinary combination.

6. Hildegard of Bingen. A wildcard, maybe, but she really inspires me in a way I can’t describe. She was everything all at once, and she never allowed the constraints of her vocation limit her curiosity about the world, nor the depth of her thoughts. I think of her whenever I find myself afraid of my own ambition, or weighed down by expectations that feel so constricting. She reminds me always that intellect and faith are not at odds, that one can be both devoted and deeply curious, and that knowledge, when pursued with the right intent, is a form of devotion in its own way.

* №1 will always be my big brother, but I don’t have the words for it.

[rubyastari]

Do You Have Any Idea Just How Beautiful You Are To Me?

Let me remember this moment. I know I may not experience this every day. For as long as we both shall live, I still wish for more.

Still, I’m realistic. I don’t want to be pushy. I don’t want to scare you off or anything like that.

I’ve almost given up on you. The last few times we met (before the Covid-19 pandemic), I’d thought that was it: you were unreachable.

Poetry brought us together in 2018. I was heartbroken at that time and so were you. Typical. Someone you loved back then had chosen to marry another man.

We chatted right after that poetry event and told each other’s Instagram accounts. Then we went our separate ways. You live in the West while I am in the South.

I had to be extra careful with you – and our interaction too. I’d learned my past lessons. I didn’t want to make it too obvious. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. Honestly, I still don’t.

I had to give up my dreams about you when we met face-to-face the next time after that night. It was the same poetry event as the last time. I, as usual, showed up alone. I’ve mostly been the typical Ms. Independent.

That night, you showed up with her. You seemed radiant with joy – and so did she. After you recited your love poem (you’d sounded so positive), you announced to every one present just how much you loved her. I could see her blush despite her polite smile.

So you had moved on. Good for you.

I congratulated you after that, before hiding myself inside the cafe – right there in the corner ... just to cry. I am so sorry. I really was happy for you that night.

I was just sad for myself that night.

I think we’d still run into each other at some other poetry events after that night. We chatted like we usually did, with our normal friendliness. I mean, we are sort of friends, aren’t we? Even when you still seem very distant, secretive.

Even when I’m still way too afraid to be completely honest with my feelings for you ...

Should I be, though? Even if I were okay with you rejecting me, could we still be friends? Would you turn away, as if I were the most hideous creature on earth you may have ever seen?

As usual, I tried not to think about that. Was it even worth the trouble?

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Then, the Covid-19 pandemic happened.

We didn’t get to talk much for a while. We could barely meet up. I only said hi to you once in a while through social media. You know, the usual. I mostly just commented on the stray cats you’d encountered. (You love cats too! Yay!!)

-***-

Okay, so let’s go back to that more current night, during Poetry Night. (Yup, that’s literally the translation of that poetry event’s name.) I didn’t think you’d show up.

When you told me you would, I was ecstatic. I didn’t care what time you’d arrive there, as long as you’d show up as promised. I wanted to see you for real, not just on social media.

I’d secretly missed you ...

I hadn’t seen you after my performance on stage that night. Somehow, I worried that you might have missed it – or worse, changed your mind about coming at all.

On Instagram DM, I told you that I’d just been on stage. You sent a distant photo of me on stage with a short reply: “I know.”

Oh. My. God.

From the angle of the photo you’d taken of me, I managed to locate your whereabouts. You were sitting amongst the crowd, wearing a baseball cap, glasses, a jacket over your shirt, jeans, and trainers. Your dark, wavy hair was cut short. You were grinning when you saw me.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed. You got up from your seat and we shook hands vigorously. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were already here?”

“Why should I?” You smiled and slightly winked at me. I giggled. Okay, why was I acting like a teenager all of a sudden?

Then you invited me to sit with you. That was how the rest of that Saturday night went on, with us sitting together and talking. Us enjoying other poetic performances on stage.

Us, giggling at each other’s jokes ...

I even encouraged you to read one of your poems again on-stage – impromptu. I didn’t even care that you read the same sad poem you had, back when your ex left you for another man.

No, I wasn’t jealous of her. I was still sad for you, though. How was the other girl you’d brought to the event the last time? Are you guys still together? I’m afraid to ask. I know it’s none of my damn business.

It was obvious that – even after all this time – you still love the girl who had left you. I get that. Not every one can heal as fast as people expect them to.

Still, do you have any idea just how beautiful you are to me? I guess that’s why I still haven’t had the guts to tell you exactly how I really feel about you.

The truth is, I still don’t know. I’m not sure myself, and I’m sorry for that. I just know that I love seeing you smile and laugh. You’re not afraid to reveal your vulnerability. That makes me wish that – if it would never be me – somebody else will be lucky enough just to be with you.

Meanwhile, I’m still a coward. I’m still hiding my feelings, for fear that I may never have you this close again ...

Perhaps I am almost in love ...

R.

[stariwrites]

😍 and 😘 for the self-ship game :3c

Ooh okay, so I haven’t spoken about my self ship with Jason Todd in a hot minute so I’m gonna go with that!

My favorite thing about him is his heart (it’s cliche I know) but he has such a big heart and holds so much love for people even if they don’t deserve it. He cares so much for those around him and is very protective of those he loves and isn’t afraid to speak up. I admire that about him especially because I’m trying to work up to that level and be more assertive/stand up for my loved ones. I honestly think he’s the coolest and half the time he doesn’t know how to deal with that. He could just be asking for more ketchup and I would look at him with so much love and fondness, he’d have to nudge me and tell me to stop making that face. He’d be blushing too!!

His favorite thing about me would probably be my resilience. A lot of shit has happened and so to notice that I pick myself back up again and keep going while still being kind in spite of everything would inspire him I think. He’d be in awe of that. I think too he also loves that I’m a loud thinker. Every thought I have can reflect on my face especially when I’m doing stuff or forget something and am trying to figure out what I was going to do before I forgot. He finds it super endearing especially since there are times I don’t even notice I’m making faces. He’d call me out on it too and there has been more than one occasion where I got him to laugh without even meaning to.

[oraclekleo]

Feedback: thank you so much for choosing me to play this game. I was so nervous to play. I’m very detached from my sexuality. I think since I’m so shy , and insecure with my body I’ve been uncomfortable with exploring that side of myself, or someone seeing me nude/my private parts. I think it’s been suppressed, and made me a late bloomer. I don’t have any experience, and I’m afraid men will find that weird considering I’m a bit older, or I not sure if anyone would be able to find me attractive. I was also scared to leave the alliteration costume part (Pirate) but I found it fun and it made me happy that you liked it. Hearing that I have the potential to be sexy/attractive in a Halloween costume as a “irresistible nurse” is so shocking. I hope one day I can get the confidence to wear something revealing. Thank you for the bonus section , I really enjoyed reading it. It comforted me, and makes me feel like one day someone will want to do something like that with me. 🏴‍☠️

Hello!

Never be nervous to play my games. Even if they make you blush, they are just that - games! For fun! And in these, you can't lose. No need to be nervous at all. 😊

Okay! Being uncomfortable with others seeing us nude is perfectly fine. It's very intimate and you should first feel good about yourself in privacy. Learning how to actually love your own body, how to find it sexy. Of course we all have insecurities, nobody is perfect but hey! Wouldn't it be just so boring if we all looked the same and perfect? Where's the fun in that? While when we have imperfections, we can actually learn to love them for the uniqueness. 😊 And we all become comfortable in our skin on our pace. Don't rush yourself.

Honestly, if a guy finds you in some way weird, they are not the guy for you. Love life isn't a sprint where you run through a ribbon and get just one prize and that's it. You go through life and meet soooo many people on the way. Some will stay because they are good for you, some you will leave behind because they are not your match. I can assure you that you will be attractive and sexy for the right guy or guys. 👍

I highly recommend to dress in something you yourself find sexy once in a while. Even if only for yourself. Shy people like us need to practice feeling sexy. 😂 If you liked the idea of nurse, assemble a nurse costume. It doesn't even have to be revealing much.

As for the bonus part, the fun thing about vibrators and dildos is that you can use them yourself and you don't need a lover to assist you. So go ahead, make an anonymous mail account and buy yourself a toy online if you want it. It's healthy! Women need to have fun, too. 😜

Thank you so much for your lovely feedback 💖

For more tips on how to feel sexy when you think that objectively speaking you are not sexy, feel free to DM me 😘

[fallengirlbossyohane]

Aikyan and Rikyako's Alone Time

A few weeks have passed since me and Kyan came to terms with our feelings, and I’ve honestly never felt this realized in my life. It’s as if I’ve achieved the greatest ambition known to the human kind, and naturally I’m truly proud of that. But, there’s still a missing piece that would complete the full picture once for all. We may have said it jokingly, but… I genuinely want to get more intimate with her. 

Now that we’re finally official, it shouldn’t feel so awkward, and yet I find myself blushing whenever I think about the more sexual side of our relationship. Plus, I’ve been feeling… clingy, and I’m somewhat afraid that she’ll think I’m becoming annoying. I miss her like crazy when she leaves for work, but I still haven’t mustered up the courage to say it out loud — to neither her or myself. The aching in my heart when she works overtime or has to attend those obnoxious school meetings hurts so much I’d describe it as worse than physical pain — but, that’s just for me. 

Click.

Wait — was that the front door, just now? Is she back? I really hope so. I’ve been thinking of… making the first step tonight. I’ve even dutifully prepared beforehand thanks to Aina’s expertise, and I’m confident it’ll be the perfect first time. The two of us went shopping earlier this morning, and after much convincing from Aina’s part, I purchased a set of “high-quality” (that’s how she labeled it) red lingerie, not without feeling ashamed and humiliated as I nervously walked to the counter. An overall new experience I’m sure I’ll never want to try a second time. 

“Baby, I’m home.” I hear Aikyan call out from the other side of the wall, and — Gods, I sincerely can’t resist it when that pet name rolls off her tongue. I hate how something so stupidly simple can make my heart flutter as if I were a teenage girl in love. Even if these walls drown out most sounds, I’ve learned to recognize the sound her coat makes when she hangs it, or how the numerous papers in her bag shuffle around as she sets it down. Of course, I’ve also duly learned her step-pattern, and I’m pretty certain she’s making her way to our room. 

The door gradually opens, and a thin strip of yellow light illuminates the dark room. I see a pair of curious dark eyes furtively peeking from the tiny crevice. Oh, does she think I’m already asleep? Once she notices me patiently observing her from the bed, her eyes widen in surprise, but her gaze soon softens. She steps inside and gently closes the door behind her, as she motionlessly advances until she reaches the edge of the bed. I smile softly at her from the bottom, and she complies with an entertained grin. From the corner of my eye, I see her right hand beginning to rise, and in a couple of seconds, she’s lovingly running it through my hair, stroking it a few times and patting my head with affection. A contented purr almost escapes my lips.

“Hey, it’s pretty late. Why aren’t you already asleep, hm?” 

“I wanted to wait for you. Plus, I had something in mind for tonight…” 

Seems like I managed to catch her attention with that statement. Her ears perk up at the news, as she eyes me with interest, and she doesn’t look reluctant. That’s a great start, at least.  

“Ah? And what would that be?” 

“Well, if you come here, then I can show you properly~” 

A bewildered look appears on her face, and the faintest hint of crimson colors her cheeks. She then lets out a throaty laugh and lays comfortably on the bed next to me, her hands wasting no time as they start to wander. She stealthily gets closer to me with a clear intent, as hot puffs of breath directly hit my neck, sending a million shivers down my spine. Kyan tenderly plants a pleasant kiss on my upper-neck and coyly smirks in my skin. I react with an unsolicited but satisfied hum. Fuck, this is getting bad. I’m supposed to be the one in charge here! When she does things like that, though… it makes me weak in the knees and everywhere else. 

“You’re getting me pretty excited saying that.” 

“I-I know.”

“So? What do you have to show me?”

I remain completely silent, intimidated by her (not so) unusually assertive behaviour, as she expectantly smiles at me, and a remarkably bright idea appears out of nowhere. I anxiously grab her hand, the thought of what I’m about to do making me shudder with both excitement and concern. I then gently place it on my chest, firmly keeping it there in case Kyan wanted to tear it away, and impatiently stare at her with a glimmer of uneasiness, scanning her expression for any signs of eventual disgust or anger. But, no. She just smiles. Wide and genuine, and all I see is another woman who’s madly in love but also afraid to mess everything up — just like me. In that moment, I understand that there’s absolutely no need to be scared — we’re in this together, and working as a pair will surely contribute to making this function in the best way possible. 

“Are you… sure you want to…?”

She doesn’t even consider completing the sentence, and instead leaves it hanging in the air, but we’re both painfully aware of how it would have ended. And yes, I’m sure. I’m so sure that I don’t think I’ve ever believed in something with so much passion and devotion. She probably has already figured out the answer by herself, but I know she demands to hear it out loud.

“Let’s do it.” 

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“Fuck, Rikyako, you… where did you even get this thing? It makes your body and curves look so… ugh, I don’t even know how to say it!” 

Aikyan looks pretty frustrated at the moment, as her gaze doesn’t move from the red lingerie tightly wrapping my body around like a present, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t funny or cute in the slightest. Just because this is a very special occasion, though, I won’t laugh at her. I’m awfully tempted to, yes, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll answer her question, which seems like a much more civil thing to do. 

“Ah, Aina helped me pick it out. Do you like it…?”

“It’s outstanding on you, baby. Guess pink isn’t your only color. So, little Ainya helped, uh? How kind of her.”

“Listen, I adore Aina, don’t get me wrong, but please don’t bring her up when we’re about to… h-have sex…”

My tone gets shy as I go on, and I barely manage to blurt out those last few troublesome words without whispering them under my breath. She shifts closer to me, moving the covers a bit so that we can have our own comfortable space, and as she “harmlessly” rests one hand on my thigh, I feel my head getting lighter — even more so when she begins to purposely stroke my inner-thigh. Once again, while getting on top of me, she leans closer to my ear, biting it ever-so-gently. This time, a quiet moan finds its way out of my lips. 

“Hey,” She starts, her low voice vibrating against the shell of my ear. “… just because you look good with it on, it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t take it off. Actually… want me to help with that?”

I silently nod at her proposal and embrace her even tighter, nervously resting my forehead against her shoulder. Her hands gently caress my body all over with care, her slender fingers slithering under my bra as she begins to tenderly knead and fondle my chest. The feeling leaves me pathetically whimpering in her shoulder, which does a good job at muffling my cries of pleasure. Kyan finally unhooks my bra after I beg her to and tosses it somewhere in the room, resuming her “massage” with more vigour. 

“You’re so beautiful, Aida… your skin is so soft, too…” 

Her dark eyes are glazed with pure lust, and she seems totally out of it, but I’m sure that if I’d have a mirror in front of me right now, I’d look even worse than her. It’s the effect that stupid smirk and those stupid dominant ways of hers have on me. She suddenly sticks out her tongue and brings her head lower, proceeding to roll it around my nipple teasingly, never actually licking it. I desperately grab her black locks, inciting her to get on with it. She doesn’t protest much and agrees, eagerly sucking on it, keeping her hand busy with my other breast in the meanwhile. 

“A-ah~ like that Aikyan, ngh…” 

At this point, I’m panting in the air and moaning without any shame, waiting for that moment, when her exquisitely long fingers will finally be put to a better use than simple hugs and pats. I lovingly stroke her head in an attempt to tell her just how good she’s making me feel, and she purrs contentedly against my chest. She then releases my breast with a pop! and leaves a long trail of kisses until she reaches my neck. Kyan begins playing with the waistband of the lower part of the lingerie, amusedly chuckling to herself when I noticeably shiver under her touch.

“Ready, baby?” 

“Y-yeah.” I respond breathlessly, my eye-lids feeling so unusually heavy that I let my eyes close for a few moments. She pulls the (very wet) garments down with a swift move and leaves them hanging around my ankles. I’m now very aware of the cold temperature in the room, but her hand getting dangerously close is quick to make me forget it. 

I audibly gasp when two of her fingers circle my clit in a painfully slow manner. Her pace remains the same for a few seconds — just enough for me to get accustomed to the new feeling — before she speeds up her movements and adds more pressure, making me hiss at how amazing she is. She even begins to suck on the delicate skin of my neck, leaving behind some pretty evident hickeys. Aina will never stop teasing me about this, if she ever finds out.

“Like that, Rikyako?” 

“H-hm…”

“Want me to go faster?”

“Ah… y-yes, please…” 

“Good girl.” 

Good girl? Where did you even learn that, Kyan? I won’t complain — it heightens my perception of pleasure, so… 

I’m now clawing at her back, running my nails across the soft fabric of her shirt, daring to tear her shirt into shreds from the sheer strength I’m putting into holding onto her for support. As her fingertips press down on and rub my clit over and over again, making me squeeze my thighs around her arm, I can only whimper right beside her ear, letting her know how good she is with her fingers. My body is getting hotter with each passing second, making sweat trickle down my skin, and my vision is pretty much blurred, but it doesn’t matter. All I can focus on is Aikyan’s soothing voice.

“Are you close, baby?”

“M-mhn…”

“Go on, close your eyes and come for me, Rikyako.”

“A-Aikyan…!” 

I bury my face in the crook of her neck and let out an obscene, drawn-out moan, cheekily biting her neck and praying to the Gods it won’t leave teeth-marks. Waves of white-pleasure violently crash down on me, one after the other, making my limbs tense up as I erratically grind against Kyan’s wrist in an attempt to make it last longer than intended. I’m quick to ride it out, my whole body going limp in an instant, and I allow myself to sink into the sheets. As that certain post-orgasm tingling sensation begins to fade, leaving me in a blissful state of relaxation, I let out a sigh and loosen my deathly grip on her clothes. Kyan nuzzles the top of my head and caresses my inner-thigh, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Are you alright? Do you need some water?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine.” 

My voice sounds breathless, drained of all energy, but I’d say it’s understandable — I’ve just had the most mind-blowing orgasm in my entire life. Plus, tiredness is slowly getting the best of me, making it hard to move my body or even string together any coherent thoughts. Kyan lays besides me with the proudest smile on her face, holding me close to her chest, reminding me of a puppy who needs attention. I give in and get lost into her Red Rose-incense scent.

“I’ll need to cover up this… bite, tomorrow. Fuck, that hurt…” 

“Yeah, sorry about that… but, in my defense, I was getting railed by a certain someone, so —“

“Ok, ok! I get it, no need to word it like that… also, you seem pretty tired. Sleep well, hm? I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning, so don’t worry.”

“Well… I don’t think I can go to University like this; I can’t even feel my legs…”

“I-I see… then, how about we go out on a date somewhere? We can have a good time and all. I’ll even pay.”

“Hm, sounds good.” I then snuggle closer into her breasts. Comfy, five stars — would recommend (if I weren’t so jealous of other women… or men, too. Anyone in general, really). “Sorry, Aikyan… I’m falling…” 

“It’s ok, you need some rest. Goodnight, Rikyako.” Kyan’s chuckle is the last thing I hear before I succumb to a pleasant slumber. Night, Kyan. I love you.

[bordysbae]

Can you write something with Mark E?

reader is very insecure about her appearance since she wears braces, so she tries not to smile, or eat in front of Mark but Mark really likes her and has no problem with it he always tries to make her laugh

“insecure”

mark estapa x f!reader

it was something you never noticed you did until he pointed it out. you laugh with your hand covering your mouth, you never smile with your teeth, and whenever you eat in front of people you make sure to rarely show your teeth.

mark just said something super funny, making you laugh intensely. your hand begins to go up towards your mouth, covering your teeth. “babe, stop doing that,” mark says as he removes your hand from your mouth.

you immediately stop laughing, and your facial expression becomes full of worry. “stop doing what?” you ask, his hand still holding yours.

“you always cover your mouth with your hand whenever you laugh, why do you do that? i love your laugh, there’s no need to hide it,” mark questions.

“oh wow, i never even realized i did that. i mean, i’m insecure of my braces, so i guess i subconsciously started covering my mouth. i honestly never even noticed,” you shrug

“well stop doing it! i don’t care about your braces, honestly i think they make you cuter. not that you’re not cute the way you are, or anything,” he starts nervously rambling, afraid he said the wrong words.

“don’t worry i know what you mean babe, and thank you, it means a lot, really,” you smile. mark smiles at you as well, and leans down to kiss you.

“now what’s a guy gotta do to make his pretty girlfriend laugh again? and with her teeth this time,” he chuckles, making you blush.

“you’re not funny mark, so i don’t really know,” you joke, making both you and mark laugh.

“there we go! i did it! i made you laugh!”

“no i made myself laugh, estapa,” you proudly grin, making mark playfully roll his eyes.

[diorjadore]

You’re Special — Vinnie Hacker

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Subathon stream! Vinnie tells her and chat how much he loves her.

Warning/s: Fluff, language

Word Count: ~1.9k

Song Suggestion/s:

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Your boyfriend’s day was packed from the afternoon till nighttime and maybe even the next morning because he was doing a Subathon stream on Twitch. You didn’t mind though because you were swamped with college work that you would rather stay at home and focus. But that didn’t mean you can’t watch him be a goofball on camera.

He started at 3:00 pm and was having the time of his life and he didn’t even notice that hours had already passed. You finished eating dinner and decided to splurge on your man, thinking he deserves it. You gifted him 500 subs with the message: “I love you. Do great.” and the whole chat went crazy but he was quick to read it. This simple message might not be a big deal to others but it’s so heartfelt and pure that he’s just bursting with love right now. Sort of like how Tom Holland greeted Zendaya on her birthday with the caption: “My MJ, have the happiest of birthdays…”, it’s so sweet you could feel it through the screen.

He genuinely smiled and blushed at your presence on stream and said: “I love you, Y/n/n. Thank you, bub.” He sat back in his chair just smiling at the comments saying they wanna cry from how cute the both of you are.

“You’re so lucky, Vinnie. Yeah, honestly I don’t know what I did to deserve her.” He read a comment off chat.

“It’s a forever thing. Yes, it definitely is! It’s me and you forever, Y/n. You’re stuck with me.” He twisted on his seat and put a hand on his cheek while chuckling and wiggling his brows.

“I’ll gladly spend this lifetime and another with you, my love.” You typed while just looking at his contagious grin on screen, the smile lines around his eyes and mouth evident. It’s true though, it’s like you found each other at the right moment, and everything just sort of fell into place for the both of you. You weren’t looking for love when you guys met at that grocery aisle and I guess that’s the best kind of meet-cute there is?

“Bro she’s your sugar mommy.” Deny said through the screen and Vinnie just laughed.

“Hell yeah, she’s my sugar mommy, my sugar baby, my baby girl, my best friend, my future wife, everything. I don’t care!” He said while throwing his hands up as if surrendering.

“I should call her.” Deny sighed and the both of them just laughed.

“Put a ring on her then. I dare you. Yeah, dare me again in like a few months, years, I don’t know when but I will.” He pointed at the screen, all the while you were just watching him with a huge grin on your face.

“No, because you guys don’t understand. She makes me happy and she inspires me to be a better person for myself and for her cause I’m afraid I’ll lose her if I don’t become the man she deserves, you know what I mean? I love her so much it scares me sometimes actually. Like maybe my love for her is as big as that Ikea bear or I don't know maybe twice as that.” He confessed as if he was lecturing the chat while still focused on the game.

You were finishing up your homework when you decided to FaceTime him, coincidentally he died on game. He picked up after the second ring and when he came to view, you said: “Say it to my face, Vincent.” You tried to act mad but it was useless when his smile’s the first thing you see.

“Come over then.” He smirked, proud of his suggestion.

“No, I wanna hear it now. Say it again.” You demanded but failed.

“Nope.”

“Ugh, fine I’ll come over later. Chat we have a simp!” You shouted over the phone hoping they heard you.

“You’re a simp, you’re clingy as hell. You twitch in your sleep.” He fired back. You gasped because he didn’t just expose you like that.

“You’re one to talk, Vin. You get up in the middle of the night to pee.” Two can play this game.

“Okay, whatever. You win.” He sighs, acting all irritated. He wasn’t though, secretly he loves to see you amped up like this because most of the time you were shy and non-assertive.

“Hera doesn’t love you.” You knew this would make him gasp and you were right. The chat was booing Vinnie for being a bad cat dad and although it wasn’t true, which everybody knows, it was still funny to see him all offended.

“Okay enough! My cat loves me, mine.” He showed off his big hazel-brown eyes at you to taunt you but you weren’t budging. He loves to shove it in your face how Hera’s his and we all know you’re Hera’s mom but we also know who will get custody if you guys ever break up. Hopefully, you won’t. Cat’s too precious to have divorced parents.

“Cat come here!” He picked Hera up from her tower making you jealous because you wanted to cuddle with her more than your own boyfriend.

“See? She loves me.” He said as he laid her down to the floor.

“Fucker.” You were about to hang up when he called for you.

“Wait, Y/n! I’ll say it later but uhm yeah in all seriousness though, you’re what I’ve been praying and waiting for. You’re special to me.” He sheepishly smiled at you, completely forgetting about his stream which was bawling their eyes out.

“Aww! I love you, Vin-…” You began to say while gushing at this sudden affection but he cut you off.

“Too bad you eat mayonnaise.” He abruptly said. You shouted for his name but he ended the call immediately, not wanting to get in trouble for exposing you. He burst out laughing at his silly attempt. Like a fucking middle school boy that joked in class even if his friends were the only ones that found it funny. In fairness though, his laughter is contagious because you couldn’t help but laugh as well, even if you were annoyed at him.

After a while, you arrived at Hype with middle eastern food for the both of you because you knew well that he hadn’t eaten yet and it was already 10:00 pm. Although you ate already, you were particularly craving some chicken shawarma, samosa, and flatbread. To be honest, it was more for you than for Vinnie.

You knocked on his door and he faintly said come in. He saw you and smiled widely but didn’t bother to stand up because he was still miraculously alive in Valorant. “Hello, my love.” You came up to him and hugged him sideways and kissed his temple, to which he leaned into.

“Hello, Y/n. Are you done with school works?” He looked up at you and asked as you nodded, his big doe eyes sparkling thanks to the bright screen. You started putting out the food you brought as both of your mouths watered.

“Chat we got middle eastern food!” He abruptly shouted which made you jump. He brushed your forearm in comfort because he knows how jumpy you always get and yet he still does it. It’s entertainment to him at this point.

He got up and got you a seat so you could eat together on camera. Your boyfriend was eating in between deaths while you were sitting back focusing on your shawarma. Vinnie couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at how focused you were on your food. “Look at how she’s eyeing that shit.” He said while looking at you through the monitor. That’s another thing he always does: just look at you while eating your food. It’s mesmerizing to him because you look at food with more love than when you look at him which is partially true.

“Mhmmmmm, yummy?” He said as you were about to take a mouthful. You stopped and glared at him.

“Yeah, it tastes better than you.” You smirked and he got caught off guard.

“Ayo! What the hell?” He asked in shock. You just slapped his arm and threw your head back in laughter.

“I’m kidding, babe. Both are delicious.” You said nonchalantly while biting into your food.

Vinnie shook his head in embarrassment from his suddenly confident girlfriend. “I apologize, she’s usually not like this.” He said in an English accent. You began to wonder why you said yes to your goofy boyfriend.

Another hour has gone by and the both of you were finished with your meal. You laid on his bed and pet Hera who was on your stomach. Vinnie glanced back at the both of you and adjusted his camera so chat could see your shenanigans. You noticed and carried Hera and walked towards him, using her paw to pat his head. He just broke into a smile and continued with his game. When she broke from your grasp, you sat beside him again.

“Vin?”

“Yes, my love?” His head tilted to face you but he didn’t move his eyes away from the monitor.

“Do you want me to cook for you tomorrow? What do you want?”

“Hmmm let me think.”

“I can cook you chicken alfredo. You want that?” You asked while gently stroking his nape to relax him.

“Well… it’s-hmmm. No. You see, Y/n…” He started off and you visibly tensed up.

“You don’t like my cooking?” Your lips pouted as if you were gonna cry.

“No, baby. It’s not that.” He chuckled.

“Then what is it, Vinnie?” You asked warily. By now, your mood was shifting because of how sleepy you are.

“I like your cooking, it’s just that I would rather cook with you than you cook for me.” His words calmed you down.

“Oh. Okay! I guess that works too, bubby.” You stood up and kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Y/n/n! I love you.” He shouted out because he knew you slept at this time plus the fact that you were grumpy.

“Goodnight, Vin. I love you.” You trailed off while making yourself comfortable on his bed.

After a few more hours he was still streaming and his scream woke you up from when he lost at Valorant. “Vinnie!” You screamed and threw a pillow at him which hit his head.

“Oops, sorry baby girl.” His apology was useless because he did it again. You got up from the bed and dragged your feet towards him as you laid exactly on him to shut him up. You snuggled yourself closer to his neck while you were sideways, your back was supported by his right arm that was gripping the mouse.

“Okay, now I really can’t scream.” He chuckled and it vibrated through his chest which you were palming. You just hummed and gave a faint smile in response and fell right back to sleep.

“I meant what I said you know. I’ll marry you someday, Y/n. You’re too good for me sometimes but I’ll try every day to be deserving of it. Can’t believe you put up with a cornball like me.” He quietly said as he kissed your forehead.

“Simp.” You softly slapped his chest and snuggled a little more closer to him now completely falling asleep. His warmth and just him in general never failed to make you deeply fall asleep. His vanilla scent filled your nostrils as your breathing mimicked his steady one. Vinnie felt your body relax as he gently leaned his head on top of yours. He might sound like a broken record but he’s absolutely-head-over -heels-madly in love with you. He really wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Author’s Note: this is so empty buy yay subathon fluff! Sorry if its mainly dialogue hehehe reqs r closed for now btw :( mwah