#I’ve always found her alluring

[springypaws]

I’ve been insanely busy with irl things and with cooking up that aerostatic drawing, but one day sometime I mentally blacked out and awoke to consciousness with this so uhm. Here ya go ���

Don’t ask me what this formatting is cause I have not a clue

She is my beloved and so very underrated,,, my bb forever even if ur grumpy and sick take a platonic kiss on the cheek 💋

Also couldn’t get her face shape right for the life of me because I am cursed

[leeechin]

ཊ˃̵ ⑅ ཉ little lamb [sim jaeyun] 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁

⋆ summary: you meet a man in the middle of the night, so charming and so alluring.. but something about this man seems so.. dangerous. ━╋ pairing: killer!jake x fem!reader. (horror au)

⌗ warnings: reader is very naive, jake is a murderer in this omg. blood, weapons such as a knife & crow bar, etc but not used on reader. horror and thriller au please read with caution. mdni. smut. pwp, inexperienced reader, dom!jake, size kink bcuz i can’t not write bigdick!jake agenda, dark jokes/humor (?), unprotected sex, oral (f&m rec), fingering, multiple positions (2 smut scenes lol), dacryphillia, car sex, motel room sex, rough sex. yandere jake (?), mention of god once, mentions of murder with descriptions.

word count: 6.3k

⪩⪨ lee’s note: i’ve never written something like this before so pls bare with me if it’s bad 😣 enjoy the halloween special :D ur thoughts are appreciated as always <3

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“Don’t go wandering ‘round a time like this.” The police officer warns you. “I’d be very devastated to see another report of another young individual being murdered in the streets this late at night.” There had been a recent report of a murder happening to a student your age in town. Around a time like this, a lot of crimes occurred, and you couldn’t avoid it since it was local.. near you.

You insisted to your friends that you were ‘okay’ to get home by yourself after the gathering you had at a nearby club. Luckily, that officer caught you at the right time to warn you and escort you back home safely.

“I hope I don’t see you out this late when I’m patrollin’ the area again.” The officer speaks to you once at the entrance of your apartment. The area you lived in wasn’t too bad, with a locked and secured apartment building. But there were always crimes that occurred; robberies, stabbings, theft, etc. Murder was not a common thing on your street. Bidding you a good bye, you enter the code to get inside the apartment building.

As the elevator door opens, you lock eyes with a man holding a big black duffle bag, walking out of the building in a rush. He was beautiful. The way that man stood with confidence radiating all over his body, and that small smirk he threw at you when you scanned his figure. But the left side of his cheek had a scratch and mark with what is now dried blood. You wanted to know more about this man. You should’ve found his presence suspicious, but you dazedly ignored it. Your apartment was small where everybody on every floor level knew each other, and yet you’ve never seen this man before. That was a warning itself you once again ignored.

Following his path, but slowly, you see him walk into a dimly lighted alley. Seeing a slightly dented, dull colored white car, the man opens the trunk as you see this all unwinding as you get closer. You walk your steps lightly with curiosity plastered all over your face. He opens the trunk, and an item falls out of his bag, a blood covered silver metal crow bar. Your eyes widen, you can’t move. Or you don’t want to. You find yourself standing a good arms reach behind the man, your conscious screaming at you to ‘run run run!’ but all of that is ignored when the man turns to you, another smirk tugging on his face when he sees it’s you. “You know.. you shouldn’t be out here this late doll, especially when you’re wearing this cute little outfit with such a pretty face.” He speaks.

You don’t respond, instead your gaze is still fixed on the crow bar that was in his hand. He finds it amusing, by now, a normal person would’ve ran away. But you stand there, completely still. He doesn’t see fear in your eyes. You were entranced by him, a few seconds of eye contact and here you were; a dimly lighted alley with who knows what could happen to you, many things.

He decides to speak again, his eyes not hiding his predatory gaze and scan of your figure, deliberately checking you out.

“What brings your pretty face here this late of a night—?” Dropping the crow bar back into his duffle bag, zipping it up and closing his trunk. He wipes the blood on his face with the back of his hand, leaning against his trunk, hands going in the pocket of his jacket as he waits for you speak up with an answer. His smirk never leaves his face, chewing on a piece of mint gum obnoxiously.

“I don’t know.” You voice soft, eyes looking down at his worn out shoes. The man lets out a loud laugh, walking towards you, hands still in his pocket, as taller figure leans over you, looking at you as if he was gonna eat you up alive. “You shouldn’t be wandering around here so late at night. Any predator would’ve gotten you as their prey by now, little lamb.” You jump at his words a bit, riiight. You now remember the warning that cop gave to you, but you can’t help but say what comes out your mouth. “You don’t happen to be a murderer.. Do you—?"

Another loud laugh leaves the man’s mouth. No way you really just asked him a question like that. The answer was obviously yes. But he wouldn’t say that out loud, “Those were just props, doll. You would’ve been dead by now if I was a murderer.” You let out a sigh of relief. It was so sad to him at how easily you can believe lies.

No response from you once again, “The name’s Sim Jaeyun. Jake or Jaeyun, whatever you want pretty.” He winks at you, one hand moving out of his pocket, you don’t flinch or feel fear still. Allowing him to move strands of your hair behind your ear. You easily melt into the touch of this stranger man’s hand. “Jaeyun.” You repeat, the irises in his eyes darken at the way you said his name, hand moving to hold the side of your cheek.

“I’m Y/n.”, Introducing yourself, his hand moving away from you and going back in his pocket. Jaeyun wasn’t going to kill you.. He wanted you. “And what are you still doing here, Y/n?” Jaeyun’s voice deep and filled with fake curiosity. You don’t know what had gotten into you, you felt bold, you wanted to be out there more. “I want to get to know you..” Straightening yourself up, fixing your skirt that was slightly rising up. “Get to know me? Huh. How interesting..” Jaeyun chuckles again.

“Well I feel the same way too, sweetheart.” He adds on. You smile, so unknowing of all the things this man has done prior to now. “Why don’t I take you for a little drive —? I have a spot I’ve never shown anybody before.”

The word ‘No’ should’ve came out of your lips, but instead you quickly nodded, taking in his offer of being in his passengers seat.

“Is this spot in the middle of a forest..” Your voice fades as you notice how for the past five minutes, Jaeyun is driving down a dark path with nothing but trees. You thought you must’ve been the funniest person in the world, because with almost anything you said to Jaeyun, he would laugh at you. But it wasn’t that, it was the fact you were so gullible. “Trust me darlin’. We’re almost there.” He reassured you, a hand resting on your thigh.

Jaeyun wasn’t going to harm you. And that was a hidden promise he kept in his head to himself. He couldn’t stand the thought of there being a single scratch on you.

“So what is this spot, Jaeyun—?” Your eyes light up at the view of a huge field of grass by a small lake. Getting out of the passengers seat, you grab Jaeyun’s hand, walking along the grass, you were practically skipping. “This place is somewhere I get all of my things done.” He replies to you. You fidget with the bottom hem of your skirt as you’re reminded of his black duffel bag and the crow bar with blood on it. It was as if he could read your mind, “Nothing’s bad going to happen to you , Y/n.” He brushes off your doubt, the way your name effortlessly rolled out of his lips made you feel weak in the knees.

He was right, you both just simply sat in the blades of grass that went on for miles, talking about yourselves, getting to know each other; “I’ve always wanted to someone this special place of mine.” Jaeyun’s face was happy with content, now that what he said has finally happening, relaxing his back flat on the grass.

Admiring the view of the lake, and the man himself, “It’s such a beautiful place here, Jaeyun..” There goes your soft voice again, and your eyes of adoration. Jaeyun felt like he could become a mad man by any minute now, he felt the desire to keep you close to him, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

That’s how you found yourself straddling his lap on the drivers’ seat of his car. His lips devouring yours, claiming you as his. You whine against his lips when you feel one of his hands move down to cup at your clothed heat. You hear him let out a deep chuckle as he pulls his lips away, leaving you to feel confused.

Realization hits you like a truck. You were about to sleep with a man you barely know. Despite feeling a deep connection and attachment to Jaeyun, you don’t fully know who he is at all.. Or what he does, despite talking for a couple hours by on the field of grass. “Something on your mind?” Jaeyun hums, his lips trailing along the soft skin of your neck, harshly sucking and marking dark purples spots that can be seen by others.

“Wait Jaeyun—!” You pull yourself away from him. “Hm?” — “What if someone sees us?” Hesitation in your voice at the idea of that. It’s not like you a virgin by any means.. You just haven’t had sex many times. And especially not at a place where people could see you, even if Jaeyun’s windows were tinted. “Doll. Only murderers would be at a spot like this, late at night. But no one’s here. And it’s just you and me.” Jaeyun coos.

You felt weirdly comforted by his words. Easing into his touch, placing your lips over his, it’s much rougher this time, his tongue dances his way into your mouth, it was so sloppy as the smacking sounds filled Jaeyun’s car. “Want more Jaeyun..” You pant, the sound of Jaeyun ripping your panties apart filling your ears. Gasping as your arms wrap around his neck, falling forward slightly as he handles you to where he wants.

“You want me to show you what’s in my disgusting, twisted mind? To ruin you and keep you to myself? Because baby, once I do all that, you can’t leave me.” He warns you, allowing you to rethink your doubts. But you want it all. You don’t care that you’ve met this man a few hours ago, an unknown man in your highly secured apartment, and how it’s 2:37 am in the middle of the night. You wanted to do something for yourself for once, even if deep down, you knew there had to be more to Jaeyun, he doesn’t seem anything like a saint.

You nod rapidly, “Give it all to me Jaeyun. Show me your world.” Your response makes Jaeyun let out a deep laugh at how easy it was to convince you with his words. But, he wasn’t lying in anything he said, Jaeyun was going to make sure you stay by his side, forever. You were easy to read, you were the type of girl that had loyalty painted all over her face. You needed someone to lead you in life, Jaeyun was the perfect person to do that for you. He wouldn’t lay a single hand on you.

“Have you done something like this before?” Jaeyun raises an eyebrow at you, his cold digits tracing along your folds, collecting your wetness making your breath hitch at the contact. “Only a few times.. and not anywhere outside either.” You admit, eyes shying away from his. Jaeyun’s free hand pulls up your chin to look at him again, “Was he good—?” Jaeyun’s eyes darken at the thought of there being another man before him.

“Mmph—! No! Not really—!” You shriek to reply when you feel one of his fingers plunge into your tight cunt, the warmness of your gummy walls clamping around his singular digit making the cold leave his skin. “Can barely take one finger..” He comments, fingers finding a pace comfortable for you. He adds a second finger in, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucked reaaaal good you’ll forget about all of the other times and only remember me.” Emphasizing that one word.

“S’ so good Jaeyun!” You cry out, nails digging into his shirt covered shoulders, the pain giving pleasure to him. You feel him quicken his pace, his thick fingers dragging along your tight warm walls, already having your head spinning and seeing the clouds. “Taking it like such a good girl..” He smiles, feeling his bulge strain through the tight confinements of his boxers and jeans at the sounds that left your lips. You tighten around his digits impossibly tighter when his thumb finds its way to rub at your clit, a sensation you’ve never really experienced before, and you surely want to feel this again.

“Feels good huh—?” Jaeyun asks, a smirk ghosting over his face at the sight of tears rolling down your face. Nothing but pure pleasure coursing through your entire body, and he hasn’t even stuck his dick into you yet. “You’ll always be mine.” Possessiveness filling his tone as he scissors and twists his digits, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of pure ecstasy, burying your face into the crook of Jaeyun’s neck to conceal your sounds.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me.” He growls, the free hand that placed on your waist moving to tug at your hair, pulling your face away from his neck. “M’ close Jaeyun please—!” You plead, rolling your hips slightly, feeling his fingertips hit right at that one spot so good.

“Let go for me, darlin’. Show me how good I make you feel.” That was a demand that you didn’t mind to follow; body shaking slightly as you calm from the intensity of your orgasm; body flopping against Jaeyun’s chest. Tapping the side of your exposed thigh, pulling your skirt up; “Don’t get all tired on me doll. I’m not done with you yet.” You sit up, pulling your shirt over your head to leave you only in your bra, tits spilling out of the cups.

Jaeyun curses at the sight, hand moving to the back of your bra, unhooking it effortlessly and tossing it to the passenger seat. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He comments, hands moving to fondle with your sensitive tits, thumbs rubbing roughly over the erected nubs, making you few new sensations, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted the real thing, the million dollar prize, his cock inside you.

It was as if he read your mind, his hands leave your tits, making you let out a needy whine with no more contact on your body. Jaeyun tsks at your desperation, hands unbuckling his belt and pulling down his boxers along his pants. You freeze in place, thick cock shiny in glory in the poorly dim lighted car. Pink mushroom tip throbbing angrily, precum oozing out and down along his length.

Jaeyun just really can’t help but laugh at you. He was a predator engrossed into his prey, the way your eyes had a slight sparkle from the moment you locked eyes with him, to now; Eyes blinking nervously at the sheer size of him. “You can take me, can’t you, doll—?” Jaeyun asks, noticing the subtle shift of your gaze, as you slowly nod.

He moves his arms to rest behind his head, leaning back on the drivers seat, giving you a glance to make a move. “Jaeyun..” — “What’s on your mind doll—?” You take a deep breath, hands resting on his chest, “I’ve never really done this..” You feel embarrassed again, but your eyes don’t leave Jaeyun’s this time. “I know, baby. I just wanted to see if you could do it yourself.” “Can’t do it without your help, Jaeyun.” You frown, hand moving down to grip at his thick length, your hand not being able to fully wrap around it. Jaeyun hisses at the contact. Moving his hands to move your loose strands of hair behind your ear, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing the side of your face. “I got you, doll.”

Holding your hips to hover your sopping cunt directly over his mushroom tip, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. His placement on your hips allows him to circle your entrance over his tip, collecting your wetness with dripping along his thick length. You look down, not sure if you’re gonna be actually able to take it.

“Oh shiiit—! You’re still so much fuckin’ tighter than what I thought.” A long groan leaves Jaeyun’s mouth as he slowly pumps his cock into you, you feel every ridge and vein rubbing against your silky walls, bottoming out eventually. Fresh batches of tears cloud your vision as you’ve never felt anything this big stuffed into you, and Jaeyun was definitely bigger than that ex of yours that went down on you in the past. “S’ so big.” You whimper out, burying your face into Jaeyun’s neck and moaning against his soft skin. You could feel his tip prodding so deep inside you along with the slow strokes he gave you.

The first few thrusts he gave you were soft and tender, but Jaeyun reminded himself that he wanted to ruin you, to show you what it’s like to actually feel good from him only. “Oh goddd—!” You moan out when Jaeyun thrusts his hips up harsher, feeling him in your stomach as a small bulge is poking through your gentle skin.

“I’m far from being god, doll.” Jaeyun smirks, knowing he could quite literally be the devil. “Scream my name. Who’s the one making you feel like this.” He grins at your disheveled figure, desperately holding onto his shoulders as if you’re afraid to crumble and break apart. You’ve never felt like this before, his hips pistoning in and out of you at such a animalistic pace, you’re not sure if you could last longer, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by cumming too quickly. Screams of you saying Jaeyun’s name rings in his ear, he is overly joyed with your state.

He handles you like a rag doll. Hands on your hips, pulling you and down along his thick length, a white ring forming on his cock as you cream and convulse around him, feeling your orgasm approaching soon. “You close, doll—?” He asks, teeth nipping one of your ears. A mantra of yes’ leaving your mouth along with your heavy pants as you pathetically attempt to move your hips to meet his movements. The sound of your soft shrieks along with Jaeyun’s harsh grunts filled the car.

His movements not stopping or changing as you allow the coil in your stomach to snap, coating his cock in your creamy white essence, sobs leaving your mouth as you ride out your orgasm.

“Hold it out a little longer f’me doll.” You dive headfirst into overstimulation, Jaeyun continuously bucking his hips up to chase his own orgasm, hips stilling as he shoots thick strings of his cum deep into you. Resting his forehead over yours as you both take a moment to catch your breath. “Did so good for me.” Jaeyun sighs, pulling you off of him, leaving you now empty.

Jaeyun helps you put your clothes back on, but you have no panties. You frown, feeling his cum drip down your thighs. “Are you on the pill—?” You nod yes. Jaeyun sighs in relief, he couldn’t hold himself back today, pulling you back in for a kiss, a string of saliva connecting to the two of you when he pulls away.

“Jaeyun. How am I going to go back to my apartment with no panties..” You did not want the other residents to see Jaeyun’s seed drooling down your legs.

“You just keep your legs closed.” He laughs, spinning the ruined piece of article around his finger.

A week has gone by. There’s a pattern you start to notice. You only saw Jaeyun as soon at it hits dark, the familiar car parking at the alley across your apartment building. You never see him during the daytime.. And you still don’t know a lot about him. You’re drawn to him like a magnet, your friends don’t understand you at all.

“It sounds suspicious Y/n, I don’t know. You only see him at night?” Belle tells you, sipping her drink. You and your small circle of friends constantly ignored the warnings on the news for young adults to avoid roaming the streets past 8:00pm. All of your figured since there were a couple guys in the group, you guys would be safe.

“You don’t understand.” That’s what you say everytime any of your friends would comment on whenever you talked about Jaeyun to them. You felt frustrated, but they were only looking out for you, and you didn’t realize that. “We care about you, Y/n. But, it’s just the fact you’ve never seen this man in broad daylight..” Sungchan says, carefully picking his choice of words.

You guys were wrapping up this gathering to go home. Julie suggests Sungchan to walk you home as there had been an increase of stabbing reports happening around your street, double of the usual numbers. You accept the offer, since after all, Sungchan was only a friend to you..

“Are you sure you don’t need me to go up with you..?” Sungchan double checks, there are no other people around the area, and the cops are making their rounds at the neighboring streets. You nod, because you knew that Jaeyun would be here around this time and he would be the one protecting you incase anything happened.

“Alright then.” Sungchan waves a goodbye, hands in his pockets as he walks across. You turn, away, pressing the security code to enter the building.

What was not known is that Jaeyun is watching from afar, his blood boiled to see another man so close to you. He felt a primitive instinct to do something.

Your ears ring when you hear a familiar shout so loud, as if that person was pleading for help, you’re quick to turn, the security code to the apartment only having half of the numbers entered. Your hand flies to cover your mouth in shock at the sight across you; watching your own friend slowly fall to the ground, a knife lodged straight into his heart, pushing through his chest.

Whoever wanted to kill him, was quick to do it. Because there were no traits, and Sungchan couldn’t have been the one to stab himself. But Jaeyun happened to walk out, and Jaeyun just happened to be taking off black latex gloves and a mask and scanning the surroundings around him, not even amused at the fact there was a now dead body near his feet. Jaeyun simply just brushes it off and grins widely when he sees you across the alley. It was clearly also him who did that to Sungchan, and possibly Mr. Han on the fourth level, who had been actively trying to pursue you. It wasn’t a coincidence.

Tears flowed past your eyes as you froze. You were nonverbal as you simply started to sob into the killer’s arm. And you still weren’t convinced that Jaeyun did it, though the facts were so obvious. “Shhhh. Luckily I came here just in time to be here for you, doll.”

“He just— He— What if he walked up with me..” You cried, tearing soaking onto Jaeyun’s shirt. “You can’t control what happens to people, doll. I’m lucky that nothing happened to you.” Jaeyun responds, a smirk creeping up inside of his head knowing that he has you wrapped around his finger.

“Why are we going out of town—?” You ask Jaeyun, looking out of the windows of his car a couple hours later. You packed a mini suitcase with some clothes as Jaeyun instructed, telling you he wanted to take you to a place to spend some ‘quality time’ for the weekend.

It should’ve been alarming to you that you guys were practically in the middle of nowhere. “Doesn’t it feel so suffocating to be in such a busy city, surrounded by so many people sometimes?” His hand that was resting on the top of your thighs dragging over. It was pitch black, the headlights of his car being the only thing lighting up the road. “It’s just.. I only see you when it’s late at night. How come you never come to see me during the daytime?” Jaeyun sighs, speeding up the car a bit, jaw clenching tightly. You notice the way his jaw loosens once he turns around to glance at you adoringly.

“I’m a busy man, doll. But I always make time for you, don’t I?” Lies continue to pour out of his mouth, yet you never caught onto any of them, simply abiding anything he initiates without questioning.

There’s a radio in the run down motel room. The building is so outdated, it’s quite baffling how such a beat down place is still running. You don’t mind how shabby it is.

'Unsolved Murders in Seoul that are believed to be connected to each other-' Jaeyun shuts off the radio.

“That’s ridiculous.” He laughs, walking towards your figure that was standing where the radio was playing. “You’re so pretty.” Jaeyun mumbles, watching as tears pulled at your eyes, the radio reminding you of how you witnessed your friend slowly dying, and you did nothing.

The image still played in your head, how the blood on his wound oozed out, his weak pleas for help. And all you did was stood there frozen until you saw Jaeyun.

“Still thinking about earlier?” Jaeyun asks, fingers swiping the tears that poured down your cheeks. He was fake sympathizing with you, he didn’t actually care that you lost one of your closest friends, because he was the one that did it, and you’re blatantly choosing right now, to ignore all of the obvious keys.

“What if instead, I called for help? He probably would still be alive right now. And that’s all my fault. ” You stammer, body jumping as you felt Jaeyun’s large hands roam around your body, grasping at your breast through the thin material of his oversized t-shirt you were going to wear to bed, eventually pulling it off your body. “It would’ve been you dead instead. And I wouldn’t want it to be that way. I love you.”

Love? You’ve barely known Jaeyun for a good two to three weeks and yet you feel your heart swirl at the use of that word. You were sure you felt the same way he did. He held a possessive nature you couldn’t quite get a grasp on, but he gave you what you wanted. You were weak to his actions, there was no way he wasn’t the one who killed Sungchan, or was at least suspicious.

“I love you too..” You whispered, lower lip get caught between your teeth when Jaeyun places his lips over the soft skin of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. “Let me make you feel better. Make you forget all that guilt you have in your head.” He mumbles.

Turning you around, you stand on your tip-toes to place your lips over his, Jaeyun hungrily gaining control and devouring your lips, tongue licking up into your mouth, tangling along with your tongue. You whine against his lips feeling him bite your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but it was rough enough for a reaction.

“So needy.” He laughs, watching the way your hands traveled under his shirt, attempting to pull it off over his head. He pushes your shoulder down, indicating what he wants you to do. You feel so tainted at how quick you were to sink to your knees, eyes looking up awaiting.

He had the eyes of a killer, how his eyes turned so dark when he had someone in the control of his hands. “What are you waiting for? It’s not gonna get sucked by itself.” Pulling down his boxers, his hardened cock springs out, tip pink and leaking with arousal. He watched amused as your eyes trailed to his, then back to his large veiny cock. Carefully placing your soft lips to envelop the thick mushroom tip, nasty sucking sounds filling the room as you slowly push your head forward to take in more of him, choking when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat when your a little over halfway. Loud groans leave Jaeyun’s mouth, not hiding the pleasure from you.

“Just like that shit. Let me fuck that cute mouth of yours huh?” You whine around him, nodding in agreement. You were being used like a toy, Jaeyun’s hands placed on both sides of you face as he pushed his hips forward, chasing for his own pleasure and finding satisfaction in the way you just took anything he gave you.

“God I love how nasty you’ve become for me.” He laughs, pulling out briefly to glance at your ruined state. Your eyes red, full of tears. And one of your bra straps falling off your shoulders, along with your hair all messy from Jaeyun’s grip earlier. “Please Yunnie.” You plead, hands pawing his thighs for him to do something about your own arousal that was leaking through your panties.

The way that nickname flew out of your mouth and into his head made Jaeyun a possessed man, gesturing for you to open up your mouth again, you whine but obey. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll give you everything you want after you let me fill up that little mouth of yours.” Slapping his heavy cock on your tongue before thrusting back deep into it, throwing his head back at the warmth of your mouth, and how you sucked his base perfectly.

“I’m gonna cum, fuckkk. Such a good girl.” Jaeyun praises, hips battering sloppily as you feel him twitch in your mouth, filling your throat deep with his release, his cum spilling out the sides of your mouth, Jaeyun brings his thumb to swipe at the cum spilling out the sides of your lips, pushing his thumb in for you to suck. Opening your mouth afterwards to show him you swallowed every drop he gave you. A smile of approval on Jaeyun’s face.

Hovering above you on the bed, your neck is littered in dark purple bruises, soft sighs of content leaving your lips when you feel your breast being freed from the confines of your bra, panties peeling off quickly from Jaeyun’s hand as he kneels to be eye level with your dripping cunt. “Please Jae..” You whimper, fingers lacing through his dark brown hair strands, massaging his head slightly as your hooded eyes looking below your spread legs. You didn’t wait for too long when you feel him lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“mmmh—!” You mewl out, nails digging into Jaeyun’s head at your head throws back against the bed’s pillows. Your sounds along with the nastiness of Jaeyun’s tongue darting around your dripping cunt, almost burying his face against it, groaning at your sweet taste as he pushes his tongue past your entrance, the warmness of your walls wrapping around his tongue.

His groaning against your cunt sends vibrations and pleasure travelling all over your body, eyes closing as you try to contain your sounds with the thin walls of the run down motel, feeling Jaeyun’s tongue explore every part of your lower half. Your legs start to clamp around his head tightly, feeling how he held the bottom your thighs to keep your legs spread for him, all exposed.

It was as if he was a starved man, devouring you as if it was his last meal, relishing in your wails and cries of the sensations of his tongue along with the pleasurable pain of your nails digging into his head. You were close, and Jaeyun knew that, bye the way your thighs started to slightly shake around his head, the way your fingers tugged chunks of his hair as you tried to ground yourself as your body gives out, finishing all over his lower face.

Your face tints a soft shade of pink as Jaeyun rises up from his eye level position, your release painted all over his face, watching how he used his backhand to wipe it off and lick it, moaning at your sweet taste.

“You can take more of me right?” He asks as he peels off his remaining clothes, looking at the way you rapidly nodded your head, strings of pleas leaving your lips to feel him on you again. A small place is placed on your lips, tasting yourself against your tongue.

You feel yourself being flipped onto your front, the cold sheets sending shivers over your body as Jaeyun handles you to the position he wants, back arching and presenting your continuously dripping cunt, hole clenching around nothing as you feel his hands travel around your lower half, hands squeezing at the soft flesh of your ass, aligning himself to your entrance and pushing in roughly and fast. “Shiiit. Still so tight.” Jaeyun hisses, allowing you no time to adjust, already setting a rough pace that had him lodged in you deep.

“Jaeyun—! Slower!” You moan, the pleasure of his thick cock already making you feel another orgasm approaching, not wanting to pathetically cum too quickly. Feeling him push against the back of your head into the pillows, not listening to you as his pace fastens, tip hitting your cervix repeatedly as all you could is just lay and take it all.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.” Jaeyun teases, feeling the way your walls clamped around his thickness with each stroke of his harsh thrusts, wet sounds of his cock repeatedly sliding in and out of you filling the room. Your push your own face harder into the pillows, trying to contain your sounds as Jaeyun’s relentless pace didn’t stop, even as you finished around him for the second time, going into overstimulation as his hips continuously smacked against your thighs.

“More Jaeyun.” You whisper, turning your head slightly, even though you deemed yourself done, a part of you still wanted to take more, feeling yourself being flipped onto your back. God, you were such a sight for Jaeyun. Your doe glossy eyes meeting his darkened irises, silently begging for him to stick his cock back in you.

“Hold your thighs up for me.” He tells you, guiding you to make that happen. You were nearly folded in half, your puffy pussy on display, hole pulsating and begging to suck Jaeyun back in. A loud moan that other guests probably heard leaves your lips as Jaeyun re-enters you, this new position making him hit deeper in your cunt.

“Shitshitshit—!” You cry out, trying to hold yourself up as Jaeyun wanted as he relentlessly jackhammered his cock into you over and over again. He lets out a string of low groans, along with your high-pitched moans, feeling how tight you clenched around him. “Feels good huh?” A smirk plastered on his face as he looks down at the way his cock slid in you so deep, keeping up with his rough and fast place, moving to place one of your legs over his shoulders. Your head lolled to the side, overwhelmed with pleasure seeping into your body.

“M’ gonna cum again ‘Yun.” You whimper, feeling his tip make a small bulge against your stomach as your palm presses down against it. “Hold or f’me a little doll.” He grits his teeth, thrusts becoming more sloppy as he’s only focused on chasing his own release. Holding your hips so tight, you were sure there would be marks by the time you woke up in the morning.

“Good fuckin’ doll.” Jaeyun sighs, thick strings of his cum filling you so deep, as he helps you ride out your orgasm, shuttering around his cock. Your eyes are giving out, feeling Jaeyun crash his body to the open space beside you on the mattress. The darkness in his eyes was gone, only full with what you saw as love and affection. He mumbled another promise to you that had your heart racing naively.

“I will always take care of you, doll. No matter what it takes, I will do anything for you.” And he genuinely meant what he said, even if it took such unorthodox ways to keep you by his side.

The news broadcast on the television plays, the sound of the water running in the bathroom as Jaeyun is taking a shower. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, lazily standing close to the television as you’re eating breakfast from room service. You’re half paying attention to what the news anchor is saying. But then you pause when you hear Sungchan’s death being mentioned again.

More details are added on, along with blurred footage of Jaeyun’s figure from hours ago, in the exact outfit you ran into him wearing, his face is covered by the mask. But you knew it was him. You couldn’t be naive to this.

Jaeyun is a murderer. And you were on the run with a wanted man that you were in love with.

Your jaw opens, dropping the fork, and eventually the plate with your food, nothing bothering to clean the mess up as you watch the news explaining more detail. You felt so stupid, not even noticing Jaeyun’s presence in the room as you stood there lifelessly trying to process this ‘newfound’ news.

And for once as your eyes meet Jaeyun’s, they’re filled with fear. His pupils dark and filled with wickedness. A sly grin is plastered on his face as he stares at you.

“Well well well, the little lamb has finally realized she’s fallen into the arms of its predator.”

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act seven [ masturbation ]

this was the third time.

the third time you’d found yourself sitting here.

the third time within the Cathedral of Morning Dew, perched and squirming uncomfortably in the claustrophobic cubicle, fumbling with your own fingers against the lace details of your skirt as it splayed across your knees— one of them bouncing as a testament to your anxiety and causing your voice to shake.

the third time you were confessing to Sunday.

“I’m sorry,” you feel like you should apologize, so your voice shyly fills the cool air around you. “You must have so many other important matters to tend to—“

“Nonsense.” Sunday replies with an impossibly soft and alluring purr in his gentle baritone. he’s positioned close enough to the lattice partition that he can almost whisper it to you, like a secret for only you to hear. “Penacony’s sons and daughters and their concerns are of utmost importance to me.” though it was meant as reassurance, your cheeks are aflame with embarrassment. to be coddled by a man with as much power as Sunday did make you feel like a helpless child that cries to her father when she’s upset. “Go on, my dear. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

you glance around the cubicle, eyes landing on the candle that endlessly burns beside you, yet no hot wax trickles down on to the pristine floor, nor does heat emit from the flame. even if you blew on it, you doubted that it would go out. as was the whimsicality of the Dreamscape. “It’s these… fantasies again,” you start, timidly bringing up a topic that had been the prompt for you to seek Sunday out every time. gnawing desires for things you knew you couldn’t have— desires for him. “It’s getting harder for me to tell them apart from, well, what’s really happening. The one’s I’ve had recently seem so… immersive.”

Sunday is a quiet for a moment before calmly asking, “Your condition is getting more severe? These fantasies are worrying you?”

“Well, yes.” you answer, choosing your words carefully. “They’re… very…” for all the words there were that could describe what these daydreams about Sunday were ( vulgar, lustful, depraved ), you could force none to breach your lips.

“Naughty?” Sunday offers, and you can almost hear the fond, ghost of a smile that tickles the corners of his lips. it only makes your blush hotter and more furious.

you bite down in your lower lip, rolling it between your teeth as your eyes look towards the latticework. you can only see the outline of his halo, and the glinting of the candlelight as it reflects off the piercings in his wings. squinting slightly, you attempt to make out more details. the softness of his silvery hair, always just so with not a single tendril out of place. the flawlessness of his supple, milky skin, until he turns his head, just a bit, and a glimmering, golden gaze nearly captures yours. with a soft squeak, realizing you’d been staring— wanting, you quickly avert your gaze. “Mhm…!”

you can feel his eyes on you for several more moments, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at him, deciding instead to stare at your bouncing knee.

“And what happens in these naughty, little daydreams of yours?”

a lump forms in your throat, and your mouth goes dry at the prospect of describing to Sunday the way you yearn for him. so, instead of answering right away, you shrink away from the lattice until you no longer feel him gazing at you. the cathedral is eerily silent, and you can hear the flapping of Charmony Dove wings outside. “My dear,” Sunday begins in a calm, patient tone, “you know that you must confess them to me, no matter how deplorable. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here. Now, don’t be shy. You’re safe here with me. You know this, yes?”

you had always felt safe in the warmth of his presence, so you nod again, though you didn’t think he was looking at you anymore. still, you were naive for thinking so. a perfectly gullible, little prey.

Sunday could hear the trepidation in your voice as you began, and he was smiling to himself, imagining the flustered look on your dreamy countenance as you recall how you fantasize about him. with slow, graceful movements, he pinches the very tips of the fingers of one glove, pulling it from his hand. his fingers wiggle once they’re freed from their cloth confinement, which he drapes neatly over his knee.

“In these… dreams, I come to you late at night, when no one else is around…”

“Do you?” he asks, amused, his bare fingers drumming lightly on his thigh silently. “All alone in secret? For what purpose?” he knows why. after all, he’s the culprit behind these eerily realistic fantasies. however, he wants to hear you say it.

“To— um,” you pause, your sheepishness getting the better of you. “Offer myself to you.”

Sunday exhales through his nose to keep a low sound of satisfaction from filling the air, and alerting you to his arousal. hearing how humiliated you are, it tightens the muscles in his lower abdomen, and a tent begins to form in his trousers, which he promptly rubs against his palm. “Oh…?” he asks, almost in a teasing, condescending lilt, murmuring, “In these fantasies of yours, do I accept the offer? Do I take you for myself? Steal your innocence like a wicked thief in the night?” even though his voice remained even, his heart was thumping. his cock jabbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his clothes, and he was busying himself with the task of freeing it.

“Mhm…. Many times,” you answer, and the way your voice breaks, Sunday can practically see your lower lip quivering. it only makes him harder to think about that, and your sparkling eyes welling up with tears. once his cock springs free, standing at attention, he wraps his bare hand around it in a loose fist, and purses his lips together to suppress a grunt. veins throb beneath his skin, the tip twitching as beads of translucent nectar bubbles up from the eager slit. “In many different ways. Sometimes, you— you’re rough with me.”

the tremors that shake your voice when you say this do not go unnoticed by Sunday, who closes his eyes, bringing the fantasy he’d handpicked to implant deep within your mind to the surface of his own. it was one of his favorites, and he was quite pleased that it affected you the most. though his memory wasn’t tampered with, as yours was, and so he couldn’t conjure all the sensations or watch the fantasy like a movie in his mind, he could imagine the sight of you beneath his wandering hands. how they tore at your delicate, little dress. ripping the neckline open to expose your pert breasts for him to grope and squeeze. the way he would imagine you to whimper and wince, perhaps even squirm, and he would have to spare a hand to wrap it around your throat and hold you down— pin you in place so you couldn’t escape him. he would whisper to you that as long as you’re a sweet, obedient darling, he would be gentle. but this was, of course, a lie. the way you would peer up at his figure as he forces his way between your trembling thighs, and the way you would cry out once he finally got his cock inside you, it would be your way of begging him to break you. your mouth could lie, and whine that he was hurting you, or that you want him to be careful with you, but deep down, you wanted him to dominate you. to decimate and own you. he knew this to be fact because he had designed this little dream to convince you of it.

all whilst his imagination ran wild, his thumb runs deftly along his leaking slit, applying enough pressure to milk the swollen, red tip until his precum begins to dribble down the length of his cock, slickening the skin. his palm glides down his needy length, fingers clamping down, until the side of his fist rests against the base, before he slowly drags it back upwards towards the tip, setting a torturously slow tempo for himself. “And in this daydream of yours,” he purrs, only parting his lips wide enough to allow the words to slip through, lest a sound of ecstasy also escape, “You love it when I’m rough with you.” it wasn’t a question. it was a matter of fact. “I can hear it in the way your voice quivers, my dear, you’re ashamed of yourself. Humiliated because, albeit untouched, your little cunt gets so wet when you think about me abusing it.”

“S—Sunday…”

“Mm?” he taunts in a soft voice, as if daring you to challenge the truth. “It’s true, isn’t it? Deplorable, vulgar, and embarrassing to admit, but impossible to deny that you’ve soiled your panties many a time when you imagine how a man like me could use your body all up, and leave you in a state of ruin.”

“Y—yes…” it’s exactly what he’d expected to hear, and yet his core throbs the second he does. he leans back, just enough to brace his back against the wall of his cubicle, and adjust his feet. spreading them further apart. “I—I can't help it…”

“Poor, little thing.” Sunday croons, his slender eyebrows furrowing as he pumps himself harder and faster. “So helpless.” his fist alternates by squeezing and releasing, in the same rhythm that he imagines your virgin pussy would spasm if he was inside, and the sensations were already driving him to the brink. Sunday tilts his head back against the wall, hissing out a soft groan under his breath. part of him even wants you to hear that little sound of pleasure, to realize what he’s doing— getting off on your distress. on your desperate, wanton lust for him. however, if you do hear it, you’re too shy to draw attention to it. too bad, he thinks, if she had only caught me, i would have the innocent, little thing gagging on my cock right here in this booth…

“Wh—what should I do?” your shy question snaps him back to the moment at hand. “About these fantasies. I feel— I feel like they’re only getting more depraved and… scary…”

Sunday has to seal his tiers tightly together, lest a breathy chuckle bubble up from his throat at just how frightened by your own desires ( or, at least, the ones he’s convinced you are yours ) you are. it was cute to him. adorable how eager you are to make these naughty visages go away before they spiral out of control, when that is exactly what he was waiting for. “You needn’t worry, you know this.” he manages to force the words out, even as he stroked himself, coming undone in his own palm to the thought of deceiving you. plucking away the petals of your fragile, little mind until you were compliant and easy enough to do the same deflowering to your body. “I will always be here for you, I will always take care of you.” as he says this, he milks his cock, slowly dragging a tight fist up from the base, coaxing a slowly oozing release from the engorged head. a couple of rogue streamers splatter silently against the floor between his feet, but he pays the mess no mind. instead, he retrieves a handkerchief from his breast pocket and carefully wipes the mess on his lap— cum glazing his bare hand and the length of his shaft, down to where it began to frost his now empty balls, just before reaching the fabric of his trousers. it was unsurprisingly that he looked pristine once he was cleaned and tucked back into his pants. the soiled handkerchief is forgotten on the bench, in exchange for his glove still resting across his knee. he slips it back on before he stands, taking only a moment to smooth his vest and jacket before escaping the now stuffy air of the booth. with a soft knock on the door to your side, he waits for you to come out, too. a gentle smile on his face, and the dusky blush fading into his normal complexion by the time you emerge.

when you open the door, it creaks a bit, and you glance down at the hinges, before looking up to find Sunday incredibly close. the subtle musk from his refined cologne tickling your nostrils, but that wasn’t all. there was another smell that was quite unfamiliar, and yet seemed to spark a low bubble in your belly, but you couldn’t place it. you shrink away from him with a sheepish smile, your back pressing against the door of the booth when he takes a step closer, effectively blocking you from leaving. “Your condition is my concern,” he assures you with a gentle smile, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little vial of pinkish, glowing liquid. it was familiar to you— the same elixir he’d given you the last two times you’d come to him. to help with the symptoms, he says.

“Th—thank you, Sunday—“ you whisper, reaching a trembling hand for the vial in his, but what he does next surprises you. grasping your wrist with the other, he presses the vial against your palm and covers your fingers with his, wrapping them tightly, and he leans in with a softer whisper.

“Remember to place a single drop on your tongue. Every. Single. Night.” when you nod, flustered by so much physical contact, he smiles fondly, and releases your hand. “Very good girl.” he appraises, before his right hand falls to rest behind his back, yet his left lingers, creeping up to trace the shape of your mouth. piercing, golden eyes for us on your lips, his own curled into a gentle smile.

“P—please don’t tell anyone… about my condition.” you whisper, your eyes big and hopeful. you didn’t believe he would, but it was something you always needed to plead for before you left.

Sunday chuckles softly at this, and presses a gloved thumb to the seam of your lips, applying pressure until your lips open and it nearly slips inside. “You and I have many secrets together,” he murmurs in reply, before his gaze flits back up to your eyes, locking them into an intense contact that has you shifting back and forth on your feet. “But that is why we must trust one another. Unconditionally. Do you trust me, my dear? Unconditionally?”

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Strawberry Sunrise

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Warnings- mention of stalking, consent, gym culture, men being creeps, smitten H, anxiety

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Harry had always enjoyed the gym.

The burn in his muscles was his release of choice, choosing to express his innermost emotions with working up a sweat as he ran miles on the treadmill, muscles straining as he lifted and knuckles sore as he worked the bag. He’d spend hours working out purely for enjoyment and release in his time off, not only for the burn but from the community surrounding it. That being said, it made a lot of sense that when he got tired early on in the corporate world, he decided to become a personal trainer. A really successful one at that- thankfully, considering his father had been very skeptical at the profession change.

Working at a higher end gym, the facilities always remained spotless. There was a sauna and steam room, an in-ground heated pool and jacuzzi room, lush locker rooms with wooden locker cubbies and provided locks and fluffy white towels, and even held a boxing ring on the bottom floor which he loved to spar in in his free time. It was in a refashioned warehouse, lux looking in a rustic way.

He built his career and clientele over the span of a few years and had gotten into the groove of it fairly quickly. Working with positive reinforcement and meditative breathing before and after each session, people found his presence calming and many trusted him to help get them to their potential- which he proudly did. His routine varied but it always ended the day with a smoothie from the smoothie bar run inside the lobby. Choco PB, Mango Delight, or a Strawberry Sunrise with extra protein were his go tos.

One of his new favorite parts about his job, though, was the new receptionist at the front desk. Y/N.

A complete and utter sweetheart who, for a lack of better words, was a breath of fresh air in the usually gruff, testosterone filled setting. He loved watching her chat, even more watching her politely reject the many customers who tried to get her number. She didn’t seem to have a clue just how alluring she was. Her beaming smile and saccharine little giggle that made his toes curl, he was crushing on her big time. If he wasn’t afraid to risk her feeling comfortable at the work environment by potentially rejecting him, he’d have asked her out already but it was only 4 months in and she was a hit with everyone. He didn’t want to be the reason she left. Most of the other trainers were in relationships or married so she had been safe and had a good relationship with them all as colleagues, though Harry liked to flirt with her lightheartedly. He could tell she got her a little flustered and the arrogant son of a bit in him fucking loved it.

But what he didn’t love, though, was when she hesitantly found him with teary eyes after locking the front door with shaky hands as closing time finished and it was just employees of the gym. Her face was pale, spooked and Harry was not a fan of. Fear didn’t suit her.

“Harry?” Her shaky voice whispered. “I don’t mean to bother you at all, but if- could you wait for me before you leave? There’s… there’s that one guy, one of Liam’s clients? He kept asking me out and he got mad that I really said no and he’s been waiting outside at closing time and I’m just-‘I’m scared and….”’a quiver of her lip made his chest ache while also burning in rage.

Something he hated more than anything was someone who couldn’t take no for an answer, more specifically men who couldn’t let their bruised ego be healed in private, lick their wounds and accept that they’d not gotten what they wanted. Instead they harassed the other person as if the fucking answer would change. But to do it to Y/N? He felt enraged.

“He did what?” His mouth parted in surprise, brows pulling together as his shoulders squared up. Sure enough he could see a car parked right outside the door with the lights off, but someone visibly inside. Y/N parked close to the building and he must have known that. “Fuck, Sweets. M’sorry.” He groaned. “Absolutely not acceptable. M’gonna make sure Liam knows and that he’s dropped as a member here but of course I’ll walk you out. Are you almost done?” His hand reached for her shoulder to give an appreciative squeeze, bare skin meeting his palm. She wore a tank top with the gym’s logo and yoga pants, her name tag taken off already.

“Yeah- I just have to shut down the computers and sweep the front. Is that okay?” Her teeth chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry to keep you. I know you’ve had a long day and you have one tomorrow too, I just, I have a bad feeling and I’m scared. I wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t give me the creeps even before.”

Harry was vaguely familiar with the dude, mostly because he had snickered at Y/N’s polite attempt to tell him no to a date previously- but now, that wasn’t so funny. “Hey.” His thumb brushed over her skin. “Don’t apologize. I won’t hear it. Of course I’d do this for you, I care. I’d never let anyone be in danger, least of all you. You’re the best receptionist we’ve ever had and I’d be crushed if something happened to you. Everyone would.” Mostly him, though. His crush was real. However now wasn’t the time to deal with that.

“Thank you so much.” She sighed in relief, reaching up to squeeze his wrist. “I’ll only be a minute, okay? Just stand right there.”

And he did. He watched as she shut down the computers and grabbed the little broom to sweep up the little bits around the front desk, thanking Harry when he brought the trash can out from the front desk for her to pour the dust pan into. Her thanks was gracious, grabbing her keys and nervously following behind him as he made his way out first.

It seemed that the man hadn’t expected Harry to still be there, as he had parked further back in the lot. The look of surprise made Harry irritated as he directly went to the car, knocking on the window. The man hesitantly rolled it down a little bit, Harry’s arm braced on the hood as he leaned down to speak to him.

“Absolutely unacceptable.” He said straight. “She said no. Dunno what or how that translates to ‘wait for her after work to crowd and stalk her like a creep’, but let me spell it out for you.” His voice dropped lower. “You’re going to stay away from her. She isn’t available, not for you. You’re going to listen when women tell you no, and leave it fucking be. Know she’s a pretty thing but that doesn’t give you the right to follow her around.”

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man sneered, making Harry’s jaw clench. Was he dense? Truly?

“S’not your business who I am to her. All you need to know is that she isn’t on the market, stalking is unattractive and if you don’t leave her the fuck alone, I swear to you that there will be consequences. I’d suggest finding another gym, mate.” He patted the top of his car before pulling back, finding Y/N standing by the glass doors, wringing her hands. The look of relief on her face as Harry approached and the guy’s car peeled out of the lot made his anger worth every bit.

“Told ‘em off.” Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he walked with her to her car and made sure she got her bag in. “Hey- let me follow you home, yeah? I’ll give you my number and you can text me if he bugs you again but I’d feel better knowing you got in safe and he isn’t out there waiting for you somewhere else.” He wouldn’t put it past an idiot like that.

“Normally I’d try to tell you no, but I can’t tell you how much that would mean to me.” Her body sagged in relief as she took him by surprise, taking him in for a hug. “Thank you so much. I was so scared he’d try to take me or something, I watch too much Criminal Minds or something but.” She shrugged, pulling back far too soon. It had taken him by surprise and he hadn’t had nearly enough time to appreciate her sweet smelling, warm body against his own.

“Anytime, Y/N. Seriously. Your safety is important to me.” More than she’s known. “Let’s get going, yeah? Know you had an emotional day.”

—-

Harry had driven her home, smiling and beeping once she had gotten inside her apartment building but waiting to drive off before he had gotten her little text of ‘ inside!!! :-)’

He spent the rest of the night trying to work away his anger, cooking a quick meal before heading off to bed. Y/N was too good for shit like that. He’d shot a text to Liam letting him know he told his client to fuck off and he’d help find another but was assured that it was a good loss anyways, which only helped ease him. The girl wouldn’t have to deal with it again.

He just hoped she would be okay.

—-

The next morning he was greeted by her smiling face, melting off the apprehension he had felt all morning. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail with two loose tendrils around her face, looking as cute as ever as she waved at him.

“Hi, Harry!” She chirped. “I’ve got a smoothie with your name on it when you’re ready for it later. Thank you again for helping me last night.” His membership card was quickly scanned and handed back. Her smile was infectious, making his own rise on the corner of his lips.

“Yeah? I’m glad to have helped. I’m here for anything y’need, Sweets.” If only she knew how far that could go for her. Maybe it was better she didn’t. He was really into her but he was hyper aware of how it could come off now, so he would proceed with caution. “I’ll hold you to the smoothie when m’on my lunch.”

For the first time in quite a while, Harry had a hard time concentrating on his sessions. Of course he poured himself into it as much as he could, but he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How shaken up Y/N had been and how she had been so appreciative. He couldn’t help it, because he’d already had a crush on her and the fact that she trusted him enough to come to him for help made him really happy. He was also still mad that the man had crossed such big boundary and genuinely scared the hell out of probably the sweetest girl anyone’s met.

Being in his own head also explained why said girl scared the shit out of him, making him jump as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Jumping from the stool, he turned to a wide eyed Y/N and tore the earbuds out of his ears with a very, very embarrassing yelp. “Shit! Y/N, you scared me.”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“I’m so sorry!” She peeped, hand over her mouth. “I said your name and I didn’t see you had in your earbuds. I’m so sorry.” Her babbling was very cute, but he didn’t want her to feel bad.

“It’s okay- just made me jump.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Shit, it’s my fault for sitting here with them on at work. You did nothing wrong.” His palm squeezed, making her shoulders relax just a bit. Thank god. There was no effort to remove it as he continued on, and no effort to step away from him. “Y’said something about a smoothie, yeah?”

His grin was probably a bit too big in regards to a smoothie but he hoped like hell that she would join him at the little tables they had set up. They were in the reception area, a bit public for his taste but considering what had happened last night he figured that was a better option than the break room. It was a delicate thing and he needed to go about it carefully. He really, really didn’t want to muck it up because his dick got ahead of his brain.

Although, she did look spectacular today, if he could say that.

“Yes! I was going to grab one too. What kind would you like?” One of the duties of the front desk people was to man the smoothie bar when needed. It wasn’t super demanding and the recipes were written out in a binder-

Harry would know because he’s had to do it before too- but she seemed to enjoy making them the times she’s done his. “I’m going for the Strawberry Sunrise and some energy boost.” Her hand squeezed his wrist before it was removed and she glided behind the bar, ponytail swaying as she did so.

“S’a good choice. Simple and effective.” He nodded in approval. “Think M’gonna go for… the chocolate peanut butter, if that’s alright?” His fingers drummed on the surface of the counter, slightly nervous habits showing when she was around. It was difficult to think. Even if he was this charming, charismatic, outgoing guy- he still got a bit flustered when talking to a pretty girl who was suspiciously angelic in looks and in appearance.

“Of course it’s okay.” Her laugh echoed in his ears. “I told you, it’s my way of saying thank you. Now sit and look pretty while I finish these.”

Harry was glad her back was turned because his face was most definitely flushed. Did she call him pretty? It seemed so. The man definitely didn’t go to the gym looking like a slob, but he had much better days outside of it. He liked to play around in fashion and the gym left little to experiment with unless he was okay with a sweat stain or ruining it. That’s why he wore cuter bandanas around his neck, or his stack of fabric bracelets that were meant to fall off. They were made of string and easily replaceable but they added color to his otherwise bland outfits he wore to keep from ruining his good outfits.

Apparently the last thing she had said was enough to keep him on his head until she finished, the large orange and white striped cup placed in front of him. “They’ve got to get rid of the styrofoam cups and do paper.”

Y/N sighed, looking at her own with a little frown. “I’ve suggested it but manager said we got to go through these before he’s gonna reorder. It’s only a few cents cheaper too, I was snooping on the order form.” She grumbled, making Harry smile. Y/N was known for her environmentalist tendencies and it only added to why he liked her. “Or, do like… have a bottle washing station and let us sell reusable cups with the gym logo and people can use those! Anything but these.” Leaning in closer to him, he caught her perfume as she let him in on a ‘secret’. “Plus, I fucking hate the sound of styrofoam. It makes my skin crawl. ASMR gone wrong.”

Harry swore he fell in love w little bit when she pulled back, laughing along with him as he nodded. She was fucking adorable and his hands itched to grab hold of that ponytail and keep her head still so he could kiss all over her face. Could you get cuteness aggression over another human?

“S’a great idea, actually.” He nodded, taking a sip with a hum. Y/N did the best smoothies. Shakes? He never was sure what to call them. “And you’re right. Styrofoam is awful for the environment and ears. I usually bring my water bottles every day but the amount of plastics we see here… S’a shame.”

“Exactly!” She slapped her hand on the counter. “It would only cost a little more to be more efficient. Do more water fountains so they don’t have to bring those plastic water bottles. Those are also on my hit list, when people crinkle those bottles…” her nose wrinkled in distaste, grabbing her cup and going around the counter. “Where did you want to sit, by the way?”

Harry’s heart grew three sizes, he thinks, when she was the one to initiate their time together. He’s been mulling it around in his mind, how to ask her to sit with him but apparently they were on the same page. “F’you want to sit out here we can, or we can go to the employee lounge. It’s your choice.”

“Do you mind if we go to the lounge? I had to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind.” It was then he could see her shifting nervously on her feet, cluing him in to something else. Was the guy still bothering her?

“Course we can. Lead the way.” He extended his hand, letting her lead as he tried to figure it out. Y/N was a somewhat nervous person by nature and he knew from watching her pick at her nails or bounce her leg, twirling her hair or rearranging pens often, but he didn’t like the idea of her nervous around him.

So when they sat down at one of the smaller tables in the empty lounge, he let his concerns be known. “Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” He bumped his knee with hers, bringing the smoothie up to his mouth for a sip as he studied her face.

“Yeah! Yeah I just…” there was a pause, her nails dragging down the cup to make a pattern. “I couldn’t sleep very well last night. I felt really safe with you and I’m really grateful for your help- you’ve no idea. I was scared if end up in a ditch by the time anyone came in this morning but….”’her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I don’t want to have to rely on anyone else. You’re not always going to be here. And I know- I know the people here are very strong and bigger than me, most of them anyways- but I need a way to protect myself.” She took a big breath before the words rushed out. “Do you think you could help me with self defense? Even just a little bit, I can pay you or clean your house or something I just really….” Her frazzled expression broke his heart. “I don’t want to feel helpless again.”

He wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. That he would stay every night and walk her to his car, that he would take care of her but the truth remained that he couldn’t always guarantee that for her. Sometimes he had to leave early, sometimes he had to stay later than her and it was just not possible. What she asked was absolutely the right thing, but he hated that she felt helpless.

“Y/N.” He crooned. “Of course I will. It’s not even a question, I’d be more than willing to help you out.” She must really not know his crush on her if she couldn’t see how he was mentally tripping over himself at the idea of spending time with her. It would be a double win. She could help herself and he could spend time with her alone. “I want to say M’really fucking sorry that men are shit and that you even have to worry. If I’m here when you’re getting off of work, which I usually am, I’m more than happy to walk you to your car, but I understand.

I hate that you feel helpless. You’re a lot stronger than y’give yourself credit for.” His hand reached for the one laying on the table top, holding it a lot more confidently than he felt. She squeezed it back, though, so a win was a win! “We’ll have t’do it after hours, though, if that’s alright? Just stay a bit longer after work. My days are really full right now and I know you’re working most days here so it’ll have to be a weird schedule but you don’t need to pay me a cent. Let me do this for you for my own peace of mind, yeah?” His eyes searched her face, like he was trying to find an answer for a question he didn’t know. “Was worried out of my head last night about you.”’

Y/N seemed to visibly relax, a smile growing on her soft little lips and her entire energy moving to a warmer one. What he didn’t expect, though, was for her to throw herself into his lap for a big hug. Y/N had always been touchy, but he never thought he’d end up with a lap full of the prettiest girl he’d ever seen whispering her thanks as her face tucked into his neck.

God, he hoped he smelled decent.

His arm wrapped around her as he clumsily put his drink down in surprise, stroking her back as she squeezed him tight- and it was like a dream. Soft body against his own and engulfed in her scent? He was happy if she never moved from here. Unfortunately she did, peeling herself up and her beaming smile making him melt. “Thank you, thank you so fucking much. You can have anything you want in return. You don’t have to think of it kow but… I trust you the most here.” She admitted, clamoring back into her seat. “You’re the coolest, H. Thank you again. When can we start?”

Harry knew he was in trouble when he wanted to cancel the rest of his day and offer it to her. She’d sent him through a wind tunnel of wild thoughts and his body was still reeling from having her so close, but he had to try and hold it together.

“Why don’t we start tomorrow?” He offered. “But be prepared to work up a sweat.”

[nor-ay]

Unrequited Love - Part Two

Pure Vanilla Cookie has always had more questions than answers. No matter how hard he tries, once he finds an answer, another doubt will surface in his mind. And that usually motivates him to keep going, but right now he isn’t sure if you want to answer his questions. 

 

He has noticed how your mind has been wandering somewhere far away from them, from him. The way you don’t look at White Lily Cookie in the eye and seem to avoid eye contact with him as much as possible. Pure Vanilla reasons that you are upset; that much is known. 

 

GingerBrave is worried about you; he told him how he found you troubled in the middle of the night. And he told him to keep this to himself to not worry everyone else, reassuring him that he would talk to you. But a part of him is a bit reluctant to do so, especially now that you’re all going to The Spire Of All Knowledge, to annoy you even more. 

 

…

 

Apple Fairy Cookie has kindly led you all to an inn in the middle of the woods. She doesn’t give you a good feeling, you think. You figure that it’s her high-pitched voice or the way that it’s really obvious how she’s scheming something, and you’re uneasy. So you abruptly get up to go outside, praying that nobody calls you out on it. 

 

“[name] Cookie? Is everything…” White Lily Cookie seems to think for a brief moment. “I mean, are you going somewhere? Would you like company?” 

 

You appreciate the effort she puts into trying to act as if you’re friends. And that, strangely enough, makes you a bit more frustrated, so you hide your hands behind you and feel how your fingernails dig into your palms. “I’ll be just outside; please don’t worry, and… I—I don’t need company.” So you get out of the inn and walk for a bit, not too far away, but far enough so that you’re alone. 

 

Fresh air always calms you down, so you sit down on the floor and close your eyes while hugging your knees, to comfort yourself for a while. A minute or two passes, and you feel something poking at your leg. Startled, you speak before comprehending that facing you is not a Cookie but a cute blue rag doll. “What do you—who? Uh…” You’re not sure of what to do, and before you can question its provenance, its little hands offer you an alluring and stunning gem hair clip—blue as well. You notice how the doll has a ringmaster suit and a jester hat that reminds you of him.

 

“Oh my…Is this for me?” The little doll nods profusely. “… Thank you, but… I don’t have anything I can give you in return, you know that, right?” It doesn’t seem to matter because the blue rag doll puts the hair clip in your hands and bows dramatically like a host of some sort before disappearing. 

 

“…” 

 

“[Name] Cookie!!” You hear your name being called, and GingerBrave is happily waving at you. “Come on, we’re going to the tower! Time for an adventure.” A smile makes its way into your face, and it feels the most genuine for the first time in a long time. As you walk towards the group, you put on the beautiful hair clip. Not realizing who could have made it reach you, or rather, not caring anymore. 

 

Apple Faerie Cookie squeals when she sees the ornament placed on your hair. “So pretty!! How did you get it, [Name] Cookie?” 

 

“Oh, this? A kind villager gifted me this hair clip. The nicest Cookie I’ve ever met, I must say.” You lie, and almost miss the smug smirk that appears on Apple Faerie Cookie’s face. “But enough of that! We have a place to explore, isn’t that right, Pure Vanilla Cookie?” 

 

“R-Right, well, shall we get going now?” Pure Vanilla answers, though he seems a bit fixated on the blue gem decorating your hair. In the background, you hear GingerBrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie expressing their eagerness to learn as much as possible. 

 

While you all continue on the path that Apple Faerie Cookie leads, a feeling of contentment fills your heart, and you find yourself waiting for something to happen. All while White Lily Cookie observes how the ornament on your head starts shining even more brightly every time you all get closer to the tower.  

Thank you all for reading!! And for the support on my first fic ever. I’ve written this inspired by the last episode of Beast-Yeast, so if you want to understand this a bit better you should play it! So, there won't be a part 3 but I do have some ideas for some drabbles.

Chapter 3 - Part 1

[weight-gain-stories-lena]

BEN'S IMPOSSIBLE FATNESS

Male Feedee and Female Feeder

-Part 1-

Ben was just 19, a gaunt figure in a world that seemed to care little for him. With nothing but the tattered clothes on his back and a weathered backpack, he wandered the streets, avoiding the hustle and bustle of city life, blending into the background like a forgotten shadow. His stomach growled endlessly, but food was scarce. He learned to survive by finding scraps and sneaking into alleyways for comfort.

One evening, while wandering near the outskirts of the city, he happened upon an imposing mansion. It stood tall and grand, surrounded by a high, iron fence and lush gardens. The gates were slightly ajar, and curiosity nudged Ben forward. He slipped through the opening, his footfalls light on the soft grass, unaware that this simple trespass would change his life forever.

Inside, the estate was magnificent. Expensive marble floors, towering windows, and walls adorned with art. Ben, lost in awe, wandered through the back garden, when a soft, controlled voice called out to him.

“Who are you?”

Startled, Ben turned to see a woman standing on the balcony above. She was in her early thirties, her presence commanding but graceful. She wore an elegant silk dress that swayed gently with the breeze, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. The way she looked at him—calm and calculating—sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Ben stammered, backing away, realizing his mistake.

The woman raised a hand, signaling him to stop. “No need to apologize. What’s your name?”

“Ben,” he muttered, his eyes cast downward.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a thoughtful smile. “Ben, how interesting. You look… hungry.”

He felt a pang of embarrassment but nodded, not daring to speak. The woman studied him for a moment longer, then gestured toward the grand doors behind her.

“You’re welcome to come inside,” she said with an air of finality. “There’s plenty to eat, and I think you’ll enjoy what’s in store for you.”

Ben hesitated, but the allure of food was too much. He followed her inside, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and unease.

The woman introduced herself as Alexandra, the owner of the mansion, and it quickly became clear that she was not a typical lady of wealth. There was a peculiar glint in her eye, a certain amusement in the way she spoke, and a sharpness to her that intrigued Ben despite his wariness. Her two maids, Ann and Mai, were equally strange in their own right—quiet but ever-present, attending to Ben with gentle insistence.

Over the next few weeks, Ben’s life began to shift. Alexandra, with her charming ways, provided him with more food than he’d ever seen in his life. Large plates of pasta, juicy steaks, decadent cakes, and endless pastries appeared before him at every meal. The maids, Ann and Mai, were always there to help him, urging him to eat more, to indulge in the richness that was now his daily existence. The food was delicious, but it wasn’t just the taste that kept him coming back—it was the way Alexandra looked at him as he ate.

She would watch him with intense eyes, smiling at the changes happening to his body, her words always positive, encouraging. “Look at you, Ben. You’re growing so wonderfully. You’re going to be bigger than I ever imagined.”

Ben couldn’t deny that her words made him feel… something. Something strange, perhaps twisted, but undeniably real. At first, he ate simply to please her, to keep the meals coming, but as the weeks went by, he began to indulge for himself. His stomach stretched, his clothes grew tight, and his limbs grew soft. He was becoming unrecognizable, but the pleasure he found in eating more, in letting himself grow, was overpowering.

Alexandra, watching with delight, would often comment, “I’m so proud of you, Ben. You’re shaping up to be exactly what I’ve hoped for.” Her voice was always kind, always encouraging, but there was something else in her gaze—a spark of dark amusement.

Ann and Mai were always by his side, tending to his needs, filling his plate even when he thought he couldn’t eat another bite. They never stopped urging him to keep going. Each meal was a challenge, and Ben, as much as he felt his body protesting, couldn’t bring himself to stop. There was a sick pleasure in it, a strange power in watching himself grow, and Alexandra seemed to feed off that same energy.

As the days passed, Ben’s transformation became more noticeable. He could barely recognize himself in the mirror anymore. His once-thin frame had bloated into something almost unrecognizable, his face round and soft, his clothes stretched and strained. But as he gazed back at Alexandra, she looked at him with the same unwavering fascination.

“You look absolutely perfect,” she’d say with an almost eerie smile. “I knew you had it in you, Ben.”

Despite the growing discomfort, despite the aching in his joints and the tightness in his skin, Ben found himself unable to leave. The mansion, with its food, its strange comforts, and Alexandra’s watchful presence, became his new reality. The boundaries between desire and discomfort blurred. His body became a tool of entertainment, and he could not turn away from the strange pleasure it gave him, nor the twisted joy he saw in Alexandra’s eyes as he continued to grow.

And so, Ben stayed, eating and growing, trapped in a cycle of indulgence and fascination, all for the entertainment of a woman who took delight in watching him change, in watching him disappear into a version of himself that he could neither control nor escape.

-Part 2-

As the weeks turned into months, Ben’s transformation only deepened, his once lean body now a distant memory. The food was relentless. Alexandra, with her perfect poise, watched with growing delight as he grew, her eyes never straying from the sight of his expanding waistline, his softer limbs. He could feel himself getting heavier, the pressure on his joints becoming more pronounced, but there was something addictive about the process, something intoxicating about the food and Alexandra’s praise.

The mansion had become his world. He spent his days lounging on plush cushions, watched over by Ann and Mai, who seemed to delight in making sure he ate far beyond what should have been humanly possible. The meals never stopped. Breakfast was an enormous spread, lunch followed with decadent pastas and meats, and dinner was a lavish affair with sweets and rich dishes. Ben could no longer imagine a life without it, the comfort of endless indulgence washing away the remnants of the life he had once known.

Alexandra’s voice was a constant presence, her words never losing their sweetness, always encouraging. "You're getting so much bigger, Ben," she’d say, her eyes never leaving him. "I think you've gained even more since yesterday. You’re becoming exactly what I imagined."

Ben could hardly argue. His body was swollen, stretched to its limits. His stomach protruded outwards, his thighs thickened to the point where they rubbed together with each step, and his arms had grown soft and doughy. His face had rounded out, his cheeks soft and plump, and his neck had thickened, making his once sharp jawline a distant memory.

At first, there was discomfort. Ben could hardly breathe after each meal, his body groaning under the weight of the food he consumed. But the discomfort faded as his body adapted. He started to crave it. He found himself eagerly waiting for the next meal, the next chance to sink into his new reality. Alexandra’s praise, her constant remarks on his progress, were the driving force behind his indulgence.

“You’re so perfect for me, Ben,” Alexandra would coo as she watched him devour plate after plate, her voice filled with excitement. “I can’t wait to see you even bigger. You’re making me so proud.”

Ann and Mai would always be nearby, urging him on, refilling his plate before he could even finish the first course. "Come on, Ben. You can do it," Ann would whisper, a knowing look in her eyes. "You’re so close. Just a little more. You deserve it."

Ben didn’t know what he deserved anymore. All he knew was the sensation of fullness, the satisfaction of watching his body swell, the thrill of growing larger for the woman who had become both his captor and his sole source of joy. There was something profoundly satisfying in the way his body obeyed, how each bite of food made him bigger, softer, and more like what Alexandra wanted. His once-scrawny arms and legs were now thick, heavy, and sluggish, and the clothes that had once hung loosely on him now barely fit, stretching to their limits.

One evening, as he sat in a plush chair, his belly stretched out like a great balloon, Alexandra approached him with a glass of something rich and golden. "Here, Ben," she said with a smile, handing him the glass. "A little treat for you. I’ve been thinking you deserve something special."

Ben took the glass, the liquid sweet and heavy, a mixture of cream and liqueur that tasted like decadence itself. He drank deeply, savoring the rich sweetness, feeling the weight of it settle in his bloated stomach.

“You’re getting so big, Ben,” Alexandra said, her voice full of satisfaction. “I think you’ll be the biggest I’ve ever had. Don’t stop now, though. I want to see you even bigger. You’re doing so well.”

Ben looked at her, his thoughts hazy from the fullness and the rich food. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but there was no way out. All he could do was surrender, to the food, to Alexandra’s expectations, to the life that had become his new prison.

The following weeks saw Ben’s weight skyrocket. He was no longer able to leave the mansion, his mobility increasingly restricted by his swollen frame. Simple tasks, like walking to the bathroom or getting up from a chair, became monumental efforts. His body had become so heavy, his stomach so large, that even sitting for long periods became uncomfortable.

Yet through it all, Alexandra remained constant. She would stand before him, inspecting his growing form with admiration, her voice filled with pride. "You’re magnificent, Ben. Look at you now. I’ve never seen anyone grow this fast. You’re my perfect creation.”

Ben would smile weakly, his eyes glazed with the constant state of indulgence that had become his life. He couldn’t remember when he had stopped resisting, when he had stopped caring about the outside world. All that mattered now was pleasing Alexandra, growing for her, becoming the object of her twisted fascination.

The maids, Ann and Mai, continued their silent work, feeding him endlessly, making sure he ate more and more each day. Ben was no longer a person in the traditional sense—he had become something else, a mere vessel for his own consumption, a creature whose only purpose was to grow larger, to fill his stomach and stretch his body beyond any reasonable measure.

And Alexandra, her smile always warm and delighted, would watch it all with rapt attention. "You’re getting so huge, Ben," she’d say, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Soon, I won’t be able to recognize you at all. And that will be the best part."

In this strange world of endless consumption and twisted admiration, Ben knew only one truth: he was becoming the man Alexandra wanted, and in the process, he had forgotten who he had once been.

-Part 3-

Ben’s body, once thin and angular, was now a mass of folds, rolls, and soft curves. Each day, he could feel his body expanding with each meal, every bite stretching his stomach a little further, making him larger and larger. The sensation was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. The ever-present weight of his bloated form kept him grounded, and it wasn’t long before his entire existence became consumed by the process of eating and growing.

Alexandra was more than pleased with his progress. She seemed to revel in it, her eyes lighting up with every new change she noticed. “Look at you, Ben,” she’d coo. “Another roll here, another fold there. You’re becoming a masterpiece, my masterpiece.”

The maids, Ann and Mai, continued their unwavering assistance, encouraging him to eat beyond the point of discomfort. Each meal became a challenge, one that Ben found harder to resist despite the heaviness in his limbs, the stretching of his skin, and the relentless pressure in his stomach. He’d sink into the soft cushions of the mansion’s plush chairs, his body barely fitting into the space. His thighs were thick, soft, and they pressed against the sides of the chair, his belly overflowing, sagging and folding over the waistband of his pants.

Ben’s meals became bigger, grander, and more indulgent with each passing day. Alexandra had taken to creating special feasts just for him, elaborate spreads filled with everything he’d never had before: towering stacks of pancakes dripping with syrup, rich lasagnas, and piles of golden fried chicken. But there were always more desserts—massive chocolate cakes, rich pastries, ice cream sundaes topped with whipped cream and cherries. The sight of it all, piled high before him, was intoxicating.

"You can eat it all, Ben," Alexandra would say, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I want to see how much you can take. Keep going. It’s incredible to watch you grow."

Ann and Mai, ever loyal, would serve him, replenishing his plate before he’d even had a chance to finish. "You’re doing so well, Ben," Ann would whisper as she cut another piece of cake and gently placed it in front of him. "We’re so proud of you."

Ben would look at the mountains of food before him, unable to resist. His hands, once nimble and lean, were now thick and slow, but he could still hold a fork, still feed himself. The food went in, bite after bite, mouthful after mouthful. His stomach groaned under the pressure, the flesh stretching in ways it had never known before, but there was something thrilling about it. He could feel his belly pushing outward with every bite, his body ballooning with each passing meal.

Alexandra’s voice was always there, guiding him, coaxing him forward. "That’s it, Ben. Another bite. You’re looking even bigger now. I can see the changes already. You’re getting so much more… substantial."

Ben’s once-flat belly had become a soft, round sphere that bulged outward, draping over his waistband. His clothes, which had been too loose just months ago, now stretched tight over his expanding form. The waistband of his pants would often cut into his soft, swollen stomach, creating deep indentations in the flesh. His shirt, too, would stretch, the fabric strained and pulling at the seams as his body grew larger and larger.

"Look at those rolls," Alexandra would say with a tone of adoration, her eyes following the soft folds of Ben’s expanding midsection. "You’re absolutely perfect. I love seeing you grow. Another few meals, and you’ll be even bigger. Just imagine how much more I’ll be able to watch you eat. It’s going to be incredible."

The idea of growing more for her, for Alexandra, became a constant thought in Ben’s mind. It was all he knew now. His body was no longer his own; it had become a canvas for her enjoyment, a source of her satisfaction. He could feel his skin stretching tighter, his body sagging with the weight of the food, the indulgence.

Every meal felt like another milestone, another step toward becoming the person she desired, the person she adored watching. The folds on his belly grew deeper, each one creating another layer of softness, his thighs thickened further, and his arms grew softer with each bite. His once-prominent collarbones had disappeared, swallowed by the fat that now made up most of his frame. He was unrecognizable to himself, and yet, each new change brought a strange thrill.

The more he ate, the more he expanded, and Ben couldn’t help but notice the slight ache in his joints, the way his knees would creak under the added weight. But even this discomfort didn’t stop him. The thought of disappointing Alexandra, of not growing for her, filled him with a sense of dread. She was the only constant in his life, the only one who offered him both the food and the praise he craved.

One evening, after another large meal, Ben sat slumped in a plush armchair, unable to move. His stomach was a massive dome, pushing outward so far that he could barely look down at his lap without feeling a wave of exhaustion and discomfort. His clothes were strained, the buttons on his shirt pulling against his bloated form, threatening to pop.

Alexandra stood in front of him, a smile of approval on her face as she observed his swollen state. “You’ve outdone yourself today, Ben. Another roll, another fold. You’re simply magnificent. I think you’re the biggest you’ve ever been.”

Ben could barely nod. His face flushed with embarrassment and satisfaction, his stomach heaving as it expanded further. “I… I can’t eat anymore,” he muttered weakly, feeling the weight of his overstuffed belly.

“Oh, but you can,” Alexandra insisted, her voice gentle but firm. “You’ve done so well, Ben. Just a little more. One more bite for me.”

Her words were a command, and somehow, Ben found himself taking that last bite, despite the overwhelming fullness that threatened to choke him. As he swallowed, he could feel his body responding, his stomach stretching further, the sensation of being impossibly full, of growing beyond his limits.

“You’re becoming perfect,” Alexandra whispered, as if speaking to herself. “I can’t wait to see how big you’ll get next.”

Ben’s mind was foggy, his body sluggish and heavy, but one thought pierced through the haze: he had become what she wanted, and for the first time, that thought gave him a sense of purpose. He was growing for her, for her enjoyment, and there was nothing else left for him but the constant cycle of eating, expanding, and pleasing Alexandra.

As the days blurred together in a haze of indulgence and expansion, Ben's body continued to grow, each meal leaving him fatter, fuller, and more distant from the person he had once been. He was no longer Ben, the hungry, lonely street kid. He was a creation of Alexandra's making, molded into the shape she desired, growing larger with each meal, with each roll and fold, until there was no turning back.

-Part 4-

As the weeks wore on, Ben’s transformation was becoming undeniable. Every day, the weight of his body seemed to double, and his once-fragile frame had now become a bloated, unrecognizable version of itself. His stomach swelled outward, pressing against his clothes, which had become progressively tighter and tighter, as if his body were outgrowing even fabric itself.

Alexandra, of course, was absolutely thrilled with his progress. She stood in front of him, admiring the changes in his body as though he were a work of art. Her smile was as radiant as ever, always encouraging, always pushing him to eat more, to grow even faster. Ben could see the pride in her eyes, the sense of achievement she felt watching him expand.

“You’re looking absolutely perfect today, Ben,” she would murmur, her voice dripping with affection. “I can already see the changes. Another inch on your belly. Those thighs—so thick, so soft now. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Ben’s own feelings were conflicted, but he couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction he found in Alexandra’s approval. The more he ate, the more she praised him, and the more he longed to satisfy her in any way he could. He wanted to please her. He wanted to see that glimmer of delight in her eyes when she saw him get even bigger. The idea of growing faster, of becoming even more of what she desired, was intoxicating.

But it was no longer just about the food. Ben could feel the limitations of his body pressing against him, his clothes feeling impossibly tight as the days passed. His once-loose shirt now strained at the seams, the fabric stretched thin over his bulging stomach. His pants, which once hung loosely on him, were now so tight that they dug painfully into his expanding waist. He could no longer bend down to tie his shoes without struggling to breathe, and getting up from a chair required more effort than he had ever imagined.

One evening, after another lavish feast of endless plates piled high with food, Ben sat back in his chair, his stomach painfully full and stretched to its limits. The waistband of his pants dug into his soft belly, creating deep indentations in the flesh, and the buttons of his shirt were so tight that they looked ready to pop off.

Alexandra watched him closely, her eyes tracking the way his body strained against the fabric. “I think it’s time for a new wardrobe, don’t you think, Ben?” she said, her voice teasing but also approving. “Your clothes can hardly contain you anymore. You’re growing so quickly, it’s almost like you’re made to get bigger and bigger.”

Ben nodded weakly, his hands resting on his enormous belly, feeling the pressure of the food inside him. “I—I want to grow more for you,” he said softly, his voice heavy with the weight of his own desire to please her. “I want to get bigger. Faster.”

Alexandra’s smile deepened, her gaze full of satisfaction. “You’ll get even bigger, Ben. Don’t worry. I’ll help you. We’ll get you there faster. I want to see how much you can handle. How much you can eat. You’re doing so well.”

The thought of growing faster for her, of satisfying her even more, burned in Ben’s mind. He could already feel his skin stretching, the discomfort in his bloated stomach a constant presence, but now, it was no longer a deterrent. It was a challenge. He wanted to grow faster, to feel the tightness in his clothes reach the breaking point. He wanted to surpass the limits of his own body to see the look on Alexandra’s face when she saw him become even larger than before.

And so, the next few days became a blur of indulgence. Alexandra and the maids, Ann and Mai, pushed him to eat more, to consume faster. The plates of food were endless, and Ben could no longer keep track of how many times he ate each day. Each meal felt like it stretched the boundaries of what his body could endure, but he kept going. The food was rich, decadent, and impossible to resist. Every bite pushed him further into his transformation, and every bite brought Alexandra closer to the pleasure she so clearly craved.

One evening, after a particularly massive dinner, Ben sat back in his chair, his stomach gurgling painfully under the weight of what he had just consumed. His clothes were visibly struggling to contain him. His shirt was now stretched so thin that it barely held together, and the waistband of his pants had burst open, unable to contain the sheer volume of his stomach.

Alexandra was beside him in an instant, her eyes filled with something close to adoration. “Ben,” she said, her voice low and full of satisfaction, “look at you. You’ve outgrown your clothes. They can’t even keep up with you anymore. You’re becoming exactly what I imagined—so large, so perfect.”

Ben could barely move, the weight of his body pressing him into the chair. His hands rested on his enormous belly, feeling the soft rolls that had formed around his waist and chest. He felt the folds of fat under his chin, his neck now almost completely hidden by the mass of flesh. His body was so heavy, so cumbersome, and yet, there was a strange sense of pride in it. He had become what Alexandra wanted, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face was worth the discomfort.

“I’ll need to get you new clothes, Ben,” Alexandra continued, her fingers gently brushing over the folds of his stomach. “We can’t let you outgrow your wardrobe too quickly. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure to keep you fed—keep you growing. I want to see you even bigger. You’re becoming something amazing.”

Ben looked up at her, his breathing labored but his mind focused only on one thing: satisfying her. "I want to grow for you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I’ll do whatever it takes. I want to make you happy."

“You already have, Ben,” Alexandra said, her smile both approving and almost possessive. “Now, let’s see how much more you can grow. You’re going to be even bigger, I promise.”

And with that promise, Ben’s world became even more focused on the endless cycle of eating, growing, and pleasing the woman who had molded him into something he never could have imagined. His clothes, now fully abandoned in favor of looser attire that barely fit, were a constant reminder of the weight of his transformation, of how much bigger he had become—and how much more he could still grow.

With each meal, Ben felt his body getting heavier, his skin stretching further, and with every bite, he felt himself slipping deeper into the life he now led. The person he had once been was fading fast, and in its place was a new version of himself—a version that Alexandra adored, that Alexandra wanted to see grow even larger.

And so he ate.

-Part 5-

As time passed, Ben’s transformation seemed unstoppable. He had become an entirely different person. His face, once sharp and angular, was now round, soft, and full of layers of fat. His arms had grown thick and sluggish, no longer able to move with the speed and ease they once had. His belly, a vast, stretched mound, now hung heavily over his waist, with folds and rolls that moved with each sluggish breath. Even the simplest of tasks had become difficult: walking, standing, even sitting up. He could no longer fit into any of the clothes he had once worn, the fabric of his shirts and pants no longer able to stretch to accommodate the immensity of his body.

Alexandra, however, was overjoyed. She could barely contain her excitement as she watched Ben's body swell with each passing day. She would inspect his form every morning, watching with an almost clinical precision as his waistline expanded, his limbs softened, and his stomach grew more and more pronounced. It was as though she had created a living work of art, each meal, each indulgence, another brushstroke.

“You’re getting so much bigger, Ben,” Alexandra would say, her voice thick with praise. “You’re becoming exactly what I want. I’m so proud of you. Keep going, just a little more. I want to see you even bigger.”

Ben, though sluggish and heavy, felt an overwhelming need to please her. His whole existence had become wrapped up in her approval. She had given him everything: food, comfort, and a purpose. And now, that purpose was clear: to become even larger, even fatter, to exceed even his own limits. The more he grew, the more she praised him, and the more she praised him, the more he ate. It was a cycle that only pushed him deeper into indulgence, further away from any sense of his previous self.

The maids, Ann and Mai, had long since stopped seeing him as a person in the traditional sense. They saw him as a project, a task to nurture and build. They no longer just served his meals; they coaxed him into eating more than he ever thought he could. His days were filled with endless feasts—mountains of food piled high before him, all designed to push him closer to his breaking point.

“Eat, Ben,” Ann would say, her voice gentle but insistent as she placed a fresh platter before him. “You’re doing so well. Keep going. We want to see you grow even more.”

Mai would always add a little encouragement, her voice soft but full of excitement. “You can do it, Ben. You’re going to be so big. Just keep eating. Just a little bit more. You’re perfect already.”

Ben would nod, too full to speak, his body already stretched tight and aching with the weight of the food he had already consumed. But he kept going. Each meal felt like a victory, a step toward becoming more of what Alexandra wanted him to be. He had stopped questioning why, stopped thinking about the consequences. There was only the next bite, the next plate, the next moment of satisfaction for Alexandra, and for himself.

“I can feel you getting bigger already,” Alexandra would murmur, her voice full of pride as she watched him struggle to finish yet another plate of food. “I can see it in your face. You’re becoming absolutely perfect, Ben. Don’t stop now. I want you to get even bigger. Don’t hold back.”

Ben could barely comprehend how much he was eating anymore. It was just a blur of taste and fullness. There were days when he felt his stomach had reached its limit, when he was so full he could hardly breathe, yet Alexandra would insist. She would watch him with a hungry gleam in her eyes, encouraging him to continue, telling him how proud she was.

“Just one more bite, Ben. You can do it,” she’d say, her tone so sweet, so convincing. “I want to see you bigger. I want to see how far you can go. You’ve been doing so well, Ben, don’t stop now.”

Ben, overwhelmed by her words, would push through the discomfort. The pain of fullness, the ache of his joints, the strain on his body—none of it mattered when he could hear her praise. He no longer recognized himself. His identity had become one with the food, with Alexandra’s vision for him. Each passing day, he could feel himself growing beyond the point he had once imagined. His clothes were long gone, replaced with stretchy pants and oversized shirts, barely enough to cover his swollen body.

His movements were slow and heavy. Standing up was an exhausting task; walking was nearly impossible without feeling like his body was going to collapse under its own weight. His belly hung over his waistband, a constant reminder of how much he had consumed and how much further he could still grow. His thighs were thick, rubbing together with every step, and his arms felt sluggish, heavy, and soft. The folds on his neck were more pronounced, and even his fingers were thick and swollen.

And yet, Alexandra never stopped praising him. “You’re incredible, Ben. I’ve never seen anyone grow so fast, so beautifully. Keep going, though. You’re not there yet. You can be even bigger.”

There was something almost cruel in her insistence. Ben’s body had become a canvas, each new roll, each new fold of fat a testament to how far he had come. The fact that it was pushing him to the brink of his limits only seemed to drive her more. She wanted to see how much more he could handle, how much bigger he could get, and the thought of his discomfort only seemed to excite her further.

“Imagine, Ben,” she would whisper, her voice full of anticipation, “how big you’ll be next week, next month. Keep eating. Don’t stop. You’re going to make me so proud.”

Ben could feel the pressure building. His skin was stretched thin, his body was heavy and aching, but the thought of disappointing her was worse than the discomfort. He wanted to be perfect for her, to become the creation she dreamed of. And so, despite the pain, despite his exhaustion, he ate. Meal after meal, bite after bite. The more he ate, the more Alexandra praised him. And the more she praised him, the more he wanted to grow.

His life had become a loop of indulgence and satisfaction, a loop that was pushing him further into unhealthy territory, further from the person he once was. But it didn’t matter. There was only the food, the fullness, and the joy of making Alexandra happy. And with every passing day, he grew larger, fatter, and more dependent on her approval.

“I’ll keep feeding you, Ben,” Alexandra would say with a smile, her hand resting on his swollen belly. “You’re going to be even bigger. You’re going to be my perfect, massive creation.”

Ben could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the next bite, the next moment of pleasure, the next time Alexandra told him how perfect he was. He had become exactly what she wanted—bigger, fatter, and ever more dependent on the cycle she had set in motion.

And as he continued to grow, his mind a haze of food and praise, one thing was certain: he would never stop, as long as it pleased her.

-Part 6-

As the days turned into weeks, Ben’s transformation had reached a point where his body was no longer his own. His health was deteriorating with each passing meal, and yet, he found himself unable to stop. Every inch of his body was a painful reminder of how far he had gone, but the thought of disappointing Alexandra, of failing to meet her expectations, pushed him forward, deeper into his growing obsession with food and growth.

Ben’s joints ached as the weight of his bloated body pressed down on them. His knees creaked with every step, and his back was constantly sore from the burden of his swollen belly. His breath came in labored gasps, his chest feeling tight and constricted, as though it was struggling to keep up with the demands of his now massive frame. He could no longer walk without feeling winded, his heavy body exhausting him with each movement. The simple act of standing up was a monumental effort, and sitting down had become a painful ordeal. His belly, once flat and toned, was now a vast, sagging mound that hung low over his thighs. The soft folds of fat on his stomach jiggled with every step, and even his face had grown so round that his features were barely recognizable.

But despite all the physical discomfort, the pressure in his chest, the aching joints, and the difficulty in breathing, Ben couldn’t stop. Alexandra’s sweet words, her smiles, her soft touches—these were the things that kept him going. Her approval, her praise, had become his sole focus. Each meal, each bite, was another step toward earning her affection. And her words were so kind, so encouraging. She never told him to stop. She never once told him he had eaten enough. Instead, she spoke to him with such care, as though every bite he took was an act of devotion.

“Look at you, Ben,” she’d say softly, running her fingers through the folds of his stomach. “You’re looking so big now. So perfect. I can see how hard you’re working for me. Don’t worry, just keep eating. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Ben’s stomach groaned with discomfort as the pressure from his meals built up. Each plate he was given felt like it would burst him open. Yet, he swallowed it down, each bite growing harder, his stomach stretched to its absolute limit. But he never questioned it. His body had become a vessel of indulgence, and he had lost the willpower to stop. Alexandra’s presence was his constant reminder of why he kept going. Her praise echoed in his mind.

“You’re doing so well, Ben,” Alexandra would coo, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I’m so proud of you. Look at how big you’re getting. I love seeing you eat. You make me so happy.”

She would smile down at him, her eyes full of admiration as he sat, bloated and struggling, unable to move. He couldn’t feel his body anymore, not in the way he used to. Everything was clouded by the sensation of fullness, by the never-ending hunger for more food and more of her approval.

But as his health continued to decline, there were signs that Ben was beginning to fade. His once youthful complexion was now pale, his skin loose and stretched taut over his bloated body. He was lethargic all the time, barely able to keep his eyes open between meals. His breathing was shallow, a constant wheezing sound filling the air whenever he moved. It was as though his body was beginning to give up under the strain of the weight he had accumulated. And still, Alexandra was there, always encouraging him, always feeding him more.

“Ben, you’re looking incredible,” she would say, her smile widening as she watched him eat. “I can see the changes in you. You’re becoming even more perfect. Just one more bite for me, okay? I know you can do it.”

Her words were like a balm, soothing the discomfort that Ben could feel deep within his bones. The ache in his joints, the struggle to breathe—it all seemed to melt away under her gaze, replaced by the need to please her. Her constant praise was all he needed to keep going. It made the discomfort seem like nothing.

“Just a little more,” she whispered as she placed another plate of food in front of him. “You’re going to be even bigger. I want to see you grow for me, Ben. You’ve been so good. You’re my perfect creation.”

Ben’s hands trembled as he reached for the food, his swollen fingers struggling to grip the utensils. But he didn’t care. He had long since stopped caring about the pain. His only concern now was to continue eating, to continue growing. For her.

His body had become a prison. His stomach, once flat and firm, was now a massive mound, sagging over the waistband of the pants he could no longer fasten. His clothes no longer fit, and the few items of clothing that still covered him were stretched to the breaking point. He could feel the skin on his back pulling tightly, the sensation of his body being pulled in every direction as the fat kept accumulating.

Alexandra’s sweet voice continued to coax him. “You’re doing great, Ben. I love seeing you get bigger. It’s so wonderful to watch you grow. Don’t stop now. You’re doing so well.”

Ben’s eyes were heavy, and he felt a constant wave of exhaustion wash over him. His once-active mind was now clouded by the haze of overeating and the constant need for more. His heart would pound in his chest, and he would feel faint, but Alexandra’s soft whispers kept him going. It was as if his very existence had become about pleasing her, about becoming the ideal that she wanted. His body, a bloated, aching vessel, was her creation, and the more he ate, the more she praised him, the deeper he fell into this cycle.

His health continued to decline, but Alexandra remained blissfully unaware—or perhaps, blissfully indifferent. To her, Ben’s growth was a source of joy. His physical suffering, the toll it was taking on his body, only seemed to fuel her desire for more. Each moment of his discomfort was another step toward the goal she had in mind: an even larger, more bloated Ben, one who could no longer resist her commands.

Ben knew, deep down, that something was wrong. His body was no longer responding as it should. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt truly healthy. But whenever he looked at Alexandra, whenever she smiled at him, telling him how proud she was, he pushed those thoughts aside. Her approval, her smile, was worth everything. It was the only thing that mattered anymore.

“Don’t worry, Ben,” she would murmur, watching him finish yet another plate of food. “You’re doing exactly what I want. You’re perfect just the way you are. Just a little more, and you’ll be even more perfect.”

And so, despite the constant ache in his chest, despite the difficulty breathing, despite the undeniable signs of his health deteriorating, Ben kept eating. Each bite pushed him further into an existence where his only purpose was to grow for her, to become something that would never stop satisfying her.

And in that moment, despite the pain and the discomfort, he knew he would never stop.

-Part 7-

Ben’s body had become a monument to excess. Each day, it grew heavier, more unwieldy, and less functional, yet Alexandra’s influence kept him tethered to this path. His health had reached a critical tipping point—his legs could barely support him, his breathing was shallow and wheezing, and his heart raced constantly as though struggling to keep up with the sheer mass of his body. But Alexandra’s constant praise and care kept him locked in this cycle of indulgence and dependence.

He now spent most of his days in a plush, custom-built chair that had been reinforced to hold his ever-increasing weight. It reclined at an angle, allowing his swollen body to rest without putting too much strain on him. Ann and Mai, ever-diligent, had to assist him with even the simplest tasks, from adjusting his position to feeding him the endless stream of meals Alexandra insisted he consume. His once frail body was now so covered in folds, rolls, and sagging flesh that it seemed to consume itself. His arms were like overstuffed pillows, his hands thick and clumsy, and his legs had almost disappeared beneath the massive swell of his abdomen and thighs.

Yet, as unhealthy as Ben had become, Alexandra couldn’t have been more delighted. To her, he was the perfect embodiment of indulgence and submission. His size, his struggle, his complete dependence on her—it was everything she had wanted. And now, as his health began to fail, she saw an opportunity to solidify her control over him even further.

One afternoon, after Ann and Mai had struggled to shift Ben into a slightly more comfortable position, Alexandra entered the room with a radiant smile. She carried with her a device—a portable oxygen machine—along with a tray of yet more food. The machine’s gentle hum filled the room as she set it beside him.

"Ben," she cooed, brushing her hand gently against his bloated cheek. "I know it’s been harder for you lately. Breathing, moving—it’s all such a struggle, isn’t it? But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable so you can keep growing for me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To make me happy?"

Ben nodded weakly, his chins wobbling with the motion. His voice was little more than a raspy whisper now, his lungs struggling to inflate under the weight of his chest. "I... I want to keep growing... for you," he managed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and devotion.

Alexandra’s smile widened. "Good. I knew you would. That’s why I’ve brought you something to help." She gestured to the oxygen machine. "This will make breathing easier for you, so you won’t have to struggle anymore. And in exchange, you’ll keep eating, won’t you? You’ll keep growing bigger, just like I know you can."

Ben’s heart raced at her words, the strained organ thumping audibly beneath the layers of fat covering his chest. "I will," he rasped. "I’ll do it... for you."

Alexandra motioned to Ann and Mai, who quickly placed the nasal cannula over Ben’s face. The cool rush of oxygen filled his nose, and for the first time in days, he felt a faint sense of relief. Breathing was still a chore, but the machine made it manageable. It was enough to let him focus on what mattered most: continuing to eat.

With her usual grace, Alexandra took a seat beside him and began feeding him herself. She held each forkful of rich, calorie-laden food to his lips, her voice soft and encouraging as she coaxed him to eat more and more. "You’re doing so well, Ben," she murmured between bites. "Every bite you take makes me so proud. You’re becoming something truly magnificent."

The meals were endless. Creamy soups, buttery pastries, and slabs of meat dripping with sauce—all carefully prepared to maximize their caloric density. Ben’s stomach groaned in protest, stretched so far beyond its natural limits that it seemed impossible to hold another bite. But Alexandra was there, her presence a soothing balm to his discomfort.

"I know it’s hard," she said, stroking his swollen belly as it gurgled and shifted. "But you’re so strong, Ben. You’ve come so far. Just a little more, and you’ll be even closer to perfection."

Ben’s body was giving out under the strain, but his mind was clouded by her words. She had given him everything: care, attention, purpose. He couldn’t let her down. So he opened his mouth for another bite, then another, until the pain of fullness became a dull, constant ache that he had learned to ignore.

The oxygen machine wasn’t the only concession Alexandra had made to his failing health. She had also brought in a team of private doctors who monitored him regularly, ensuring that his body could handle the strain of his rapid growth. IV drips were used to keep him hydrated, and medications were administered to support his overburdened heart and failing circulation. It was a delicate balance—keeping him alive just long enough to see how far he could go.

"You’re my masterpiece, Ben," Alexandra whispered one evening as she sat beside him, her hand resting on the vast expanse of his stomach. "I’ve never been more proud of anyone. You’ve given yourself completely to me, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about anything except growing bigger and bigger."

Ben, too exhausted to respond, simply nodded. His world had shrunk to the chair he sat in, the food placed before him, and the constant presence of Alexandra, Ann, and Mai. His health was failing, his body breaking down, but he no longer cared. Alexandra’s praise, her joy, was all that mattered. And as long as she wanted him to grow, he would keep eating, no matter the cost.

"Just one more bite," Alexandra whispered, holding another forkful of food to his lips. "You’re doing so well, Ben. Keep going. You’re almost there."

And so, with every labored breath, every painful movement, Ben continued to eat, his body swelling ever larger as Alexandra watched with gleeful satisfaction.

-Part 8-

Ben’s transformation had reached an unimaginable extreme. His once-slender frame had ballooned into a massive, immobile form, his body so overburdened with fat that it seemed nature itself could no longer keep up with his growth. His limbs had become entirely engulfed by layers upon layers of soft, sagging flesh. His belly stretched so far ahead of him that it resembled a massive, quivering dome, pressing against the reinforced custom furniture Alexandra had ordered to accommodate his size.

He was no longer able to stand on his own. His legs, thick as tree trunks but rendered useless by the overwhelming weight pressing down on them, had ceased to function. Each attempt to move caused his entire body to jiggle uncontrollably, yet he barely noticed. His world had shrunk to the chair he lived in and the food Alexandra constantly fed him. His body had become something beyond human—a living monument to his devotion to her and her endless obsession with his growth.

But the day came when even the custom chair could no longer support his weight. Alexandra had been watching him eat his usual feast—platters of greasy meats, piles of buttery mashed potatoes, and bowls of thick, sugary pudding—when she heard a deep, ominous creak coming from the reinforced chair beneath him.

“Mai, Ann,” Alexandra said, her voice calm but commanding, “check the chair.”

The two maids hurried over, their expressions tightening as they realized the inevitable was happening. The steel frame beneath Ben’s vast body was bending under the pressure, groaning with the strain of his incredible size.

And then, it happened.

With a loud, resounding snap, the chair’s frame gave out, and Ben’s massive body sank heavily to the floor. The room was silent for a moment as everyone processed what had just occurred. Ben’s enormous form shifted slightly, his rolls and folds spilling out around him like a tide. But he didn’t cry out. He didn’t even wince.

“I... I’m okay,” he murmured, his voice sluggish and weak. His breathing was shallow, the weight of his chest making it harder and harder to draw in air. Yet, to everyone’s surprise, he didn’t seem to be in pain. Instead, he looked up at Alexandra with his usual expression of adoration, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’ll... I’ll keep going.”

Alexandra, far from upset, was utterly captivated. Her eyes sparkled with fascination as she approached him, her heels clicking on the marble floor. “You’re incredible, Ben,” she said softly, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his massive arm, her fingers sinking slightly into the soft flesh. “Even your body is giving in to your growth. You’re truly becoming something extraordinary.”

It wasn’t long before the maids and a team of workers brought in a new solution: a specially constructed platform bed, reinforced with industrial-grade materials to support Ben’s ever-increasing weight. But as they worked to transfer him, something unusual happened.

As they attempted to lift him, a sickening crack filled the air. One of Ben’s legs—the bones beneath the layers of fat—had snapped under the immense strain. The maids froze, their faces pale, but Ben barely reacted.

“Did you feel that?” Alexandra asked, her voice calm but curious.

Ben blinked, his breathing labored. “I... I heard it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it doesn’t hurt. I’m fine. I can keep eating.”

Alexandra’s fascination deepened. She leaned closer to him, her hand brushing against his swollen cheek. “Your body is adapting,” she said, almost to herself. “Even your bones are yielding to your growth. You’re truly remarkable, Ben. This is what you were meant for.”

From that day on, Alexandra’s obsession only grew. She took every precaution to ensure Ben’s comfort, surrounding him with pillows and soft blankets to cushion his fragile frame. She brought in more medical equipment to monitor his vitals, ensuring that his body could continue to sustain his ever-increasing weight. And, of course, she continued to feed him, each meal larger and more indulgent than the last.

“You’re unstoppable, Ben,” she would whisper as she fed him bite after bite. “Even your body knows its purpose now. You’re meant to grow. You’re meant to be this way. And I’ll make sure you have everything you need to keep going.”

Ben’s body, now beyond any natural limit, continued to expand. His broken bones, unable to bear his weight, were supported by Alexandra’s machines and cushions. He no longer cared about mobility or independence. His entire existence was devoted to her, to becoming the perfect, immovable monument to her desires.

As the weeks passed, his body grew heavier and softer, his form spilling further across the reinforced platform. His bones, no longer able to support him, slowly fused into the fat that surrounded them, becoming part of the vast, quivering mass that was now his body. Yet, through it all, he felt no pain—only the constant, unrelenting fullness of his meals and the warmth of Alexandra’s praise.

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, Ben,” Alexandra said one evening, sitting beside him as she fed him another spoonful of rich, creamy dessert. “You’ve surpassed every limit, every expectation. You’re perfect. And I’ll make sure you keep growing, no matter what.”

Ben, his face nearly unrecognizable beneath the layers of fat that enveloped it, managed a weak smile. “As long as it makes you happy,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I’ll keep going. I’ll keep growing.”

And so, he continued, his body expanding further into uncharted territory, his health sustained by Alexandra’s unrelenting care and obsession. Each passing day brought new milestones, new limits to surpass. And through it all, Alexandra watched with rapturous delight, her creation becoming everything she had ever dreamed of—and more.

-End-

[booppooo]

stoner!ellie hcs that I’ve been dying to write

*warnings: oui’d obvi, nsfw stuff, oral and fingering

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stoner!ellie who always has jay sitting behind her ear, only when she’s in her garage, though

stoner!ellie who refuses to smoke anytime she knows she’s going to be around Joel

stoner!ellie did get caught one time though by Joel while high, digging through his cupboards one evening…she thought it was later in the evening and he had gone to sleep - oops!

stoner!ellie absolutely loves to smoke with her friends - and you of course, you being her favorite person

stoner!ellie watches your every move when you smoke, absolutely enraptured at how you can make something already relatively sexy even more alluring

stoner!ellie who practically begs for you to shotgun the smoke into her mouth, but every time you know it’s going to end with her tongue swiping across your bottom lip

stoner!ellie who looks a little too good while high, baggy sweats, sometimes a band tee or even a tank top, and her hair usually down

stoner!ellie who has the the most sultry look on her face once the high actually kicks in, the half lidded, glazed over stare and the slow nibble at her bottom lip has you bending over backwards for her:

“You’re so pretty babe.”

“I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Let me make you feel good.”

stoner!ellie who’s tongue is out of this world - not only because she’s taken her time to figure out what you like but because of all the joints she’s rolled over the years

stoner!ellie starts with a really slow, teasing make out session until you’re squirming your hips against her and panting against her lips

stoner!ellie slowly eats you so she can savor each second, being between your legs adds another level to her buzz

stoner!ellie gently let’s a finger glide right into you, moaning against your clit at how wet you are for her, massaging your cunt to hear you sigh longingly

stoner!ellie who will make out with your pussy for hours just out of her own enjoyment and because your slick really is that sweet

stoner!ellie licks up every last drop of you when you cum, because that’s truly the best part - then she grabs the jay that’s been behind her ear all this time and lights it

edit:

just found the perfect pic for this

[thekhloediary]

What Happens in Vegas

Nicholas Chavez x Reader

It was supposed to be just a girls weekend in Vegas, but a chance encounter with a handsome stranger takes things in a different direction

Author’s Note- I’ve always loved writing, but I don’t do it as much as I used to. Every once in a while I fall back into the writing mood. This was one of those moods, inspired by one of my favorite songs and Nic…because obsessed obviously.

It’s a little long, but really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing! 💦 😏 🔞

-Khloe 💋

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“We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don’t. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don’t!” you shouted cheerfully, raising your shot glass to your three friends. You quickly knocked back the tequila, the familiar burning sensation warming your chest.

This was just the first shot of many. Tonight was all about having fun and feeling free. It was your best friend’s 21st birthday, and to celebrate, you and your girls were in Vegas for the weekend.

“Tonight’s gonna be a good night.” one of your friends exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement as she scanned the nightclub from her seat. The scene was a frenzy of flashing lights, dancing, and drinking.

“The best night,” said your best friend.

“Fucking epic,” you added, taking back another shot before standing to your feet.

“Come on, birthday girl, let’s dance.” you grabbed her hand, leading her out into the energetic crowd.

The second you hit the dance floor, you came alive, the music and the energy giving you an undeniable rush of exhilaration. If dance was a drug, music was the supplier. You loved how it made you feel. You danced to song after song, losing yourself completely in the music.

It could’ve been an eternity you stayed on the dance floor, but the slight ache that was forming in your heeled feet told you to take a break. You stopped by the bar for a mixed drink before heading back to the VIP section.

As you sat and sipped your drink, you looked around the club, your eyes glancing over to the adjacent section where a group of guys and some girls filled the space. There was drunken banter and laughter going between some of the guys, some of the girls were dancing and taking pictures together, and then, there was one guy looking out into the crowd.

You watched him as he watched the crowd. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t move your eyes away from him. Perhaps it was the way the low lighting cast an alluring shadow over him, or maybe it was the quiet intensity of his focus, but you couldn’t look away, almost like a magnet pulling you in. You eyed the outline of his facial features, your eyes drawn to his strong jawline. His profile was attractive and you found yourself stuck, gazing a bit too long, a bit too intently.

Suddenly, he turned his head, glancing in your direction. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, it was like everything around you stopped. You felt a flutter in your stomach. You wanted to look away, to pretend that you hadn’t just been caught staring, but there was something intriguing about him, and you just couldn’t stop.

His eyes glanced over you, a slow smile spreading across his lips. You watched as he suddenly rose from his seat. Your eyes followed his movements, taking notice that he was headed towards you, moving closer and closer until he was standing before you.

“I’m Nicholas.” he introduced himself with a smile. The sound of his voice was smooth, deep, and magnetic, immediately pulling you in.

You smiled back, offering your name in return.

“Nice to meet you. Would you mind if I joined you?” he asked.

You patted the space next to you. “Sure, Nicholas.”

He chuckled as he sat down beside you, the scent of his cologne enveloping you like a warm hug.

God, he smelled good.

You took in the handsome stranger next to you as you continued sipping your drink. He had looked good from afar, but now as he sat beside you, you saw just how good looking he really was. Your eyes traveled upward from the dark pants he wore to the light shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar. The glint of the gold chain he wore caught your eye and his strong neck. He had a charming smile and alluring brown eyes. His presence was attractive, intriguing.

He noticed you staring again and smirked, his eyes holding a hint of amusement. “Like what you see?”

You took another sip from your drink before answering, a smile teasing your lips. There would be no denying it. “I do.”

“Good,” Nicholas leaned in a bit closer and spoke low against your ear. “Because I like what I see too.”

Your body suddenly felt warm, and you had a feeling it wasn’t just because of the tequila. You bit your lip, and at the action, his eyes fell to them. He didn’t try to hide that he was looking. His gaze made your insides clench.

No, it definitely wasn’t just the tequila.

“So what brings you out tonight? Are you from here?” you asked, trying to shift from the sudden way he was making you feel.

“No, I live in LA. I’m just here with my guys for the weekend.”

“Same,” you smiled. “It’s my best friend’s birthday,” you looked out into the crowd. “My girls are out there somewhere dancing the night away.”

“And you’re sitting here with me,” he teased.

“I was minding my business. You decided to sit down.”

He chuckled. “No, you were staring, actually.” he moved a bit closer. “Tell me I’m lying?” And there it was again—that flutter in your stomach.

For two strangers, the chemistry between you and Nicholas was strong and hard to ignore. Everything else seemed to fade away as you two sat together completely immersed in each other. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you felt like you could talk to Nicholas forever. He was charming and witty, and he had a quiet confidence that you found so very attractive. It surprised you how comfortable you felt with him and how effortless the conversation flowed. Talking to Nicholas felt natural, easy. It was as if this wasn’t the first encounter and you’d known each other all along.

“No way,” you exclaimed, throwing your head back in laughter at the wild story Nicholas had just shared with you. “He was naked?”

“Bro was ass naked running down the strip.” he laughed.

“Vegas is a wild place.” you said, shaking your head in amusement.

“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly.

Ever the bold and confident one, and not one to fluster easily, he made you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. You found yourself blushing.

Then, the sound of your friends approaching voices could be heard. You looked towards them as they came into the section, curious looks on their faces.

“There you are,” your best friend began. “I was starting to think you got lost on your way back to the dance floor.”

“I’m so sorry. I guess I just lost track of the time.”

Your friends glanced at Nicholas, giving you a knowing look. Your best friend mouthed ‘fuck’ and you held back a laugh.

Nicholas offered a polite smile to your friends before standing. “Let me let you get back to your night. I wouldn’t mind talking to you again if that’s cool?” he asked, his eyes hopeful.

You put your hand out and he placed his phone in your palm. The two of you exchanged another smile as you added your number.

“Enjoy the rest of your night ladies, and happy birthday.” he told your best friend before turning to leave.

She thanked him and after he walked away she turned to you, all three of your friends speaking at once.

“Oh my god!”

“He’s fucking hot!”

“Who the fuck was that?”

They all wanted to know who was the handsome guy who had stolen your attention. You knew you had only just met him, but there was no mistaking the connection.

The rest of the night continued on with unending fun. By the time you got back to the hotel, you were floating between tipsy and drunk. Your best friend’s birthday had been one for the books. It was always fun times with your girls.

And then, there was Nicholas, who still lingered in your mind. You had never felt so strongly connected to someone you didn’t know. The thought of him made you feel butterflies.

You were showered and lying lazily across your hotel bed, scrolling through your phone when an unfamiliar number appeared across the top. The sight of it made your heart skip a beat in expectancy. You answered, a smooth voice filling your ear next.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Missing me already, huh?” you playfully asked.

Nicholas chuckled. “What can I say…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Oh yea? Thinking about what?”

“That I would really like to see you again.”

“Tonight?” you asked.

“If you’re up for it.”

You paused, contemplating his invitation. Sure, the rational part of you knew that going to meet up with a guy you had only just met tonight would be going against your better judgement, but mix tequila with the thoughts of a hot guy, and what was good judgement?

We only live once, right?

Soon enough, you were making your way across the indoor bridge that connected your respective hotels and found Nicholas waiting for you. He looked even better than you remembered. His scent was still intoxicating as he pulled you into a hug.

“Promise me you’re not crazy and my night isn’t about to play out like an episode of American Horror Story.”

He laughed, placing a small, reassuring kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”

The ride on the elevator seemed to go on forever as it made its way up to the top floor of The Aria, where Nicholas was staying in the Sky Villas. Your heart thumped in anticipation as the two of you headed down the hallway towards his hotel suite. The sound of the door unlocking only heightened your anticipation.

You both entered the room, the door barely closing before his body was pressed against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you breathless.

“Damn…” you said as you caught your breath. “Offer a girl a drink first, Nicholas.”

“Shit, I’m sor—”

You cut him off with another kiss. “Fuck manners.”

Your hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, your kiss deep and demanding. There was a hunger in the way you tasted his mouth with your tongue.

Feeling emboldened as you kissed him, you walked him backwards to the couch that was centered before a large window overlooking the Las Vegas Strip. The night sky enhanced the mood of the room, adding to the intensity that was building.

You shoved Nicholas down onto the couch, climbing on his lap, your lips eagerly meeting his lips again in a heated kiss. You wanted him, and he wanted you just as badly. He slid a finger under the strap of your sundress, and then the other, sliding it down, the fabric falling to your waist. He groaned appreciatively as he eyed your bare breasts, reaching out to cup them, giving them a squeeze.

Leaning forward, he buried his face in your neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” you heard him say against your neck as he kissed it slowly and moved down to your collar bone, trailing kisses along it. Your body warmed and got even warmer when he moved down to your breast and his tongue teased your nipple.

“Mmm,” you moaned as his mouth closed around your nipple and he started a slow, gentle sucking. The sensation sent another heatwave through your body.

He gripped your hips and pulled you fully down against him. You could feel his increasing hardness underneath you. You bit your lip as you began slow grinding on his lap. His hands moved from your hips and grabbed your ass. The pressure was building with each roll of your hips.

And then, as his low groans and your soft moans filled the room, a bright light suddenly appeared, the familiar upbeat iPhone melody sounding as his phone went off beside you. Instinctively, your eyes fell to the incoming call, and even in your drunken and lust filled haze, you saw very clearly, the picture of a female taking up the entire screen and one unmistakable word—baby.

“Shit,” Nicholas said in a frustrated sigh, quickly grabbing his phone and pressing the side button to silence it. The now silent phone mirrored the silence in the room.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “I think I should go.” you pulled up your dress and stood up quickly. A little too quickly because you felt your head spin. You raised your hand to your forehead to quell the sudden dizziness.

Nicholas reached out to grab your arm, his eyes seeming to ask what his voice couldn’t in the moment.

No, you weren’t okay.

Reflexively, you snatched your arm away, the reality of what just happened setting in. You looked at him and then left without another word spoken, the feeling of disbelief, disappointment, and stupidity all hitting you at once.

The rest of the day went on with you trying your hardest not to think about what happened with Nicholas. He had called and sent a text asking to talk, but they both went ignored. As disappointing as it was, you told yourself that the two of you were nothing more than two strangers who met and had a moment. It didn’t matter. He didn’t matter.

You pushed away thoughts of him and focused on your weekend, choosing to not let what happened ruin what was left of Vegas. You were here to have fun with your girls, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

By nightfall, the night pool party you and your friends were at was in full effect. The large pool was centered on the rooftop of the club surrounded by cabanas and neon lights. The night sky casting an illuminating glow against the water. Music thumped, alcohol flowed, and water splashed around you, everyone engaged in fun.

“Hey, isn’t that your guy over there?” your friend asked suddenly and pointed in the direction of a group of guys nearby in the pool.

It didn’t take long for you to spot Nicholas, and as fate would have it, he spotted you at the same time. You looked away quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen you but knowing that he had. Soon enough, he was making his way through the pool over to you. Your back was to him and he placed his hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hey.” he said.

“Are you stalking me now or something?” you turned to face him, immediately irritated at how good he looked shirtless.

He didn’t respond to that. Instead, his eyes looked apologetic as he told you. “I tried calling you.”

“I know, Nicholas. I didn’t want to talk. Still don’t.”

“But I do, if you would just let me explain.”

“Explain what? The fact that you conveniently forgot to mention you had a girlfriend.”

“I know and I’m sorry. It’s just—” he sighed. “It’s complicated. Things haven’t been good with us for a while now. I don’t even think we’re going to be together much longer.”

You looked at him incredulously. “So, what, things aren’t good with your girlfriend so you hook up with me? I was supposed to be what…your Vegas fling? Your little ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’?”

“No, it wasn’t like that. It’s not like that.” he sighed and ran a hand over his face. “If we could just go somewhere and talk. Please?”

“What more is there to talk about?”

“Everything,” he took a step forward. “Just tell me…tell me you didn’t feel something. Tell me you didn’t and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Nicholas, I—”

He moved in closer, his eyes locked on yours now. “I know you felt it.”

Everything in you wanted to step back as he inched closer, and closer, so dangerously close. You knew it was coming; you could see it in the way he looked at you; you could feel it in the way your breath hitched. You wanted to move, but you couldn’t, your feet frozen in place. And so, when he leaned in, you didn’t try to push him away, and his lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

Before you could even process what you were doing, you were kissing him back. His lips felt amazing against yours again. You wanted to curse yourself. It was everything you shouldn’t have wanted but did.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you were sure his lust filled eyes mirrored yours.

“Come on.” you told him, enclosing your hand with his.

It was now or never. You knew if you allowed yourself another moment’s thought you would’ve come to your senses and told Nicholas to go away, or better yet, go to hell. And maybe you should’ve, but your body now yearned for him in a way you didn’t even understand. It was like a fire had been lit that only he could put out.

Much like the night before, you and Nicholas wasted no time getting lost in each other. He kissed you thoroughly. It was a kiss that was slow, deep, and unhurried. He kissed you like he meant it, like he wanted to savor the moment, like it was nothing else he would rather be doing.

You searched his eyes for any hesitation, any uncertainty, anything that said this was a mistake, but all you saw was a man who knew what he wanted. And it was this moment with you, right here, right now.

You, on the other hand, were starting to let your doubts creep in. As much as you wanted it, you couldn’t help but question what you were doing.

“I feel like this is so wrong, but I don’t think I can stop.” you told him through kisses.

“Then don’t.” was his rough response, kissing you in a way that said he definitely had no intention to stop.

You wanted him to continue. You wanted him to stop. It felt wrong. It felt so right. You were a whirl of conflicting emotions. But then you felt his fingers moving along your inner thighs, traveling higher and higher until they reached your sweet spot and you transcended. You knew you couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to.

Nicholas slid your swimsuit bottoms down and parted your thighs, taking a pause to glance down at the sight of your glistening pussy. He slid his fingers up and down your wet folds. “So fucking wet,” he brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted them. “So fucking sweet.”

He positioned himself between your legs and leaned down to kiss you again before he slid inside. Your walls instantly closed around him like a warm hug. The feel of him was beyond words.

So hard. So full. So perfect.

“Fuck…” he groaned, picking up the pace. “You feel good…so fucking good.”

The sound of his voice, the way he filled you so perfectly, the way he hit all the right places in all the right ways, had you on the verge of rapture.

“Mmm…yes…right there,” you moaned in complete bliss. Your moans seemed to be his undoing because soon he was going a bit faster, a bit harder. It was pleasingly rough. It was amazing. It was everything.

Nicholas gripped your thighs and pushed them back towards your chest. The position left you completely open and submissive to him in a way that left nothing for you to do but take it. And he gave it to you. Relentlessly. Your moans got louder as you felt him even deeper now, so deep that the pressure was building every time he hit that sweet spot within.

It made an ocean of you.

You ascended higher and higher, each stroke taking you to a place of euphoria you had never reached before. It felt almost sinful. Was sex supposed to be this good?

You didn’t think you could reach higher heights, but then, in a rough voice Nicholas told you to “turn over” and you did, positioning yourself on all fours.

He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your ass and spreading it. You felt a wet sensation as his spit dripped down into your hole. His thumb then began to rub teasing circles around it. It was enough to make you come undone, but he wasn’t finished with you yet.

He lowered his mouth to your pussy making you gasp. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue skillfully licked and consumed you from behind. It felt so good. It felt better than you could have ever imagined. The sensation was overwhelming, and you were on the verge of exploding. His mouth closed around your clit and started a slow sucking, and you exploded like a bomb.

Your pussy pulsed like a heartbeat and you had barely caught your breath before Nicholas slid his entire length into you in one smooth thrust. You closed your eyes and thought you saw stars as you ascended to another galaxy.

“You still with me, beautiful?” he asked with the confidence of a man who knew he had you right where he wanted. Unable to even speak, you made a whimpering sound as he began a slow rhythm before picking up the pace.

“I’m gonna make you cum again, okay?” he told you. It wasn’t a question but rather a promise that he was about to fulfill. He gripped your hips and gave you long, hard strokes, igniting the fire in your core again.

“Oh my god…I’m so close.” you cried out, and you could tell that he was getting closer too because his strokes were coming faster, harder. You felt the sweat drip off him as he drilled you from behind.

He gripped your hair and pushed your head down into the bed, your back arched higher, as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Your hand clenched the sheets as you felt the fire inside reaching its peak. You matched his rhythm, giving him everything you had left, and then you exploded again. He was right behind you, pulling out just in time to coat your back with his release.

You both collapsed together on the bed, chests heaving in and out as you found your breaths. You rolled over and as Nicholas lay next to you, you looked at him in awe.

“What the fuck?” you said with a small laugh. “You’re way too good at that.”

“I am, huh?”

You nudged him in the arm. “Shut up,”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Best night ever, beautiful.”

And it had been.

It had been the best sex of your life, but it didn’t happen at all like you would have planned. He had a girlfriend and had omitted to tell you. He had cheated on her and you had helped him do it. None of it was right, and yet, being with him somehow still felt right. It was conflicting. How could something wrong have felt so right?

As you thought about Nicholas and your weekend in Vegas, meeting him hadn’t been something you expected, but it was something you wouldn’t forget. You didn’t know what would come of it, if anything at all—was this weekend just a chance encounter, or was it a chance at something more? You didn’t know. But the one thing that was sure, whatever happens, you would always have Vegas.

[taintedheartx]

Unsaid words

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya reader

Warnings: slight cussing, angst, childhood friends, unrequited love, miscommunication trope, friends to lovers, one sided pining, she fell first he fell harder, jealous neteyam🤭(uses of y/n)

Synopsis: neteyam doesn’t know how to feel when he finds out his close friend/eye candy is slowly moving on from him and leading to him confessing.

A/N: don’t know how to feel about this one I was kinda high when I finished it lol so we’ll see if that did us justice.. sex education s2 reference.. also not proofread

For the past few weeks Neteyam has been noticing you haven’t been coming around as much as you used to which was rare since you are consantly around.

Whether it’s too join kiri with the daily tasks you both shared, hunting with neteyam, or just tagging along with loak to whatever mischief he can find. You were always right there.

Your almost convinced that the sully’s are tired of your constant presence so you always remind yourself to not be so nosy and give them their space.

After all, years after trying to get a certain someone’s attention was clearly going nowhere and you were tired of giving signals just for them to always go unnoticed.

Neteyam is a very oblivious Navi but he also has many good qualities to him that is what attracts him the most to you.

His nobility and determination to prove himself worthy amongst the clan, his natural desire to excel at things so he can be reliable clan leader.

His attractive personality was undeniably alluring which kept all young girls in the clan enticed in a trance.

You didn’t know exactly what would catch his attention.

You tried just about everything, to offering him cut up fruits during training, to crafting him armbands with emerald green beads woven in. You felt so foolishly in love with him.

You even tried to outdo all the other girls so that he would surely pick you but he never did.

You were so desperate.

You tried to involve yourself with what he enjoys doing. Hunting, fishing, ikran riding, you name it. Not to mention shamefully embarrassing yourself in the process.

No matter what you do though you feel as though he will always see you as a friend nothing more.

Whereas where neteyam stood was with you completely although he was to nervous to admit it his true feelings.

He was too afraid of you rejecting any idea of a future with him; so he decided to keep his mouth shut for now.

Unbeknownst to your internal frustration.

You eventually gave up trying to give anymore signals, fully convinced that your efforts of interest were depressing at this point. He had many women pining after him anyways you figured he wouldn’t notice.

~time skip~

It was a blissful day as every other and you were waiting for your mother to finish your hair so you can go harvest fruits with kiri and tuk.

When she said something that caught your attention.

“So I’ve been meaning to tell you something ma’ite”

Your look up at her as she continues with her rant.

“Rai’uk’s parents have been asking your father and I if you would want to go on a hunt with him, maybe get to know him a little better?”

It came out more as a question which made you want to immediately say no but you knew that you could only avoid this for so long given that the whole time you were showing interest in neteyam, she was waiting for an opportunity to bring up you finding a mate.

Since neteyam wasn’t taking an interest, you had no choice but to start looking for other suitable mates within the clan.

And in this case you had to oblige this offer.

After another day you suddenly found yourself in Rai’uk’s company.

He was nice to say the least certainly not neteyam but he was tolerable and could hold a conversation for the most part. He is a exceptional warrior in the clan and has great hunting skills.

You did it for you mother really, she wanted you to be more social in a sense to be more willing to find a mate at a early age just like she did with your father.

You don’t know how to feel but you obviously didn’t want to disappoint your family so you just go with the flow.

Mother says, “ you’ll learn to love him.”

During communal dinner you usually sat next to neteyam usually talking to him about his day and trying to scooch yourself close enough to where both of your knees were touching.

But, today he noticed after a few minutes that your usual spot stayed empty and instead kiri came and filled the gap.

His brows furrowed in curiosity as his ears perked up and his eyes wandered to all nearby surroundings trying to spot you.

Until he spotted you with him.

He didn’t know why but the minute he saw you with him his heart began to race.

Why weren’t you sitting with him? Was he why you haven’t been coming around as often? When did you start talking to him? More importantly why didn’t you tell him?

So many questions filled Neteyam’s head to the point he felt it might explode.

His ears twitched and his tail flicked annoyingly behind him to which kiri noticed and followed his gaze.

“Oh yea y/n parents made a new arrangement”

His eyes now darted over to his sister, why wasn’t he made aware of this? When did this happen? If y/n’s parents made this arrangement and she was unhappy with it, why didn’t she show it? Did she like him?

So many thoughts ran circles in his mind before his eyes caught a glimpse of you scooting a bit closer to Rai’uk to where your knees were touching, just like you did with him.

He felt an uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach seeing you show the same simple acts with another that was your usual with neteyam.

He always had felt your presence next to him during meals so when he saw you so close to another made him jealous.

The tuft of his tail gently rising, he stared in your direction until loak came to sit down next to him making him snap back into reality.

“What are you looking at bro?”

He pinched his eyes together as if it would help him not see the situation and directs his head towards his little brother.

“Nothing” He exclaims letting out a sigh.

Loak was one to witness how you acted around his brother ever since you all were little. He also took notice of how neteyam was when you were around.

You always coming over for to play with him and his sister but always had lingering eyes for his older brother.

You were the only girl that really hung out with the sully children since childhood, so with that neteyam never ever minded your presence and found himself craving more of your attention the more you guys grew up.

It was obvious that you had such as huge crush on neteyam. So you didn’t know why he just ignored all of your signals unless he only saw you as a friend.

Even loak didn’t know why neteyam wouldn’t want to court you now that you two were older while it was still obvious that you still had feelings for him.

Until loak saw you with Rai’uk, he knew that it was likely that it was not your choice and more of your parents.

But he also couldn’t help himself from rubbing it in because his brother was too much of a skwang to admit his feelings.

“Looks like she’s found someone” he exclaims hands squeezing his shoulders and slowly jolting him forward.

Neteyam lets out a frustrated hiss and harshly swats his hands aways, getting up quickly and walking away leaving both of his siblings dumbfounded.

Moons past of you spending more time with Rai’uk, and to say neteyam having been jealous would be an understatement.

The way that even when you briefly came to stop by for kiri or loak you didn’t even bother to greet him anymore.

The sudden change in the way you didn’t even bother with him anymore. Like he never even once mattered to you.

It was driving him crazy knowing your attention wasn’t on him anymore. But instead another man.

What did Rai’uk have that he didn’t? He was an exceptional warrior and the youngest to complete his iknimaya at that.

He didn’t know why you were suddenly drawn to him.

But all he knew was he was willing to at least talk about with you, maybe then you will understand that he reciprocated your feelings all along and to forget all about this skwang.

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After all day of waiting for training to be done and for his father to give him a opportunity to bail he eventually did with intentions to immediately find you and talk to you.

You had finished all your tasks patiently waiting for your sister to do the same, so you can hand her over to your parents and take off with kiri and loak to go fly.

You hadn’t even noticed neteyam approaching if it weren’t for your sister.

“Watch out the mighty warrior looks like he’s walking with purpose.” She says humorously.

You had stepped aside so you can get out of his way. When you felt his hand pull you back a bit and kept it’s hold on your wrist. “Y/n I have to talk to you”.

He gave a brief description and didn’t really give you enough time to respond before you felt his tug your hand as a sign to follow him.

After a few minutes of just continuous walking you were growing curious and impatient as to why he was taking you so far and for what, he made it seem like it was the most serious thing in the world.

“Just tell me neteyam, is this about kiri?”

“No” he said shortly, if he was being honest he could’ve stopped anytime he wanted but he still trying to figure out how he was gonna spit this out.

He didn’t know how you would react to this now that you obviously now started something with Rai’uk but he just couldn’t keep this from you anymore.

He led you to a secluded spot in the forest, eyes gazing all around the treeline to make sure you were alone before speaking.

His eyes meet the ground as silence fills the air surrounding you and all can be heard is screeching ikrans in the far distance.

“I messed up with you” He looks up at you with his desperate amber eyes.

“What” you innocently say scrunching your eyebrows.

“There’s a time where I thought maybe you liked me….and I liked you back..and I got scared so I didn’t tell you how I felt…. and then you met Rai’uk.”

He felt a familiar tightness in his throat similar to when he gets reprimanded by his father and feels himself wanting to cry. He hated hearing himself say how hurt he was.

“It’s really hard seeing you with him everyday.”

Your don’t even know how to process his words, you find yourself breaking his gaze and looking at the forest floor as if it was suddenly so interesting.

“W-Why are you telling me this now. ”you manage to stutter out not wanting to bare anymore silence. Confusion plastered on your face.

He lets out a deep sigh knowing that his confession was probably soon going to be lead to rejection but he didn’t care. His hand finds a place on your arm gently pushing it back to make you face him.

He scanned your face noticing the sudden change of mood as expected but he was overcome with nervousness.

“Because it’s true.” his hand comes up to the edge of your shoulder.

Your eyes constantly dart all over the ground as your face turns a bit angry and your ears pin back. An evident frown on your face appearing.

You let a few moments of silence pass before he speaks again, “why do you look angry?” His hand leaving your shoulder and going back to wrist.

He frigidly says not aware of the effect of his words on you. You had worked so hard to look past him to forget all about the advances you once had the effort to make.

Why now would he say this? If he would have said this a month prior you would’ve been thrilled that he would have finally noticed you.

But now.

Now that you had taken an interest in someone else for a change and he now says all of this. had you not given him countless chances?

“Because neteyam that- that not fair, I liked you I really liked you I fucking turned myself inside out liking you.” You look everywhere else but at him out of irritation.

“You did like me.” He says softly, eyes widening at confession you made yourself.

You gaze up at him swiftly, “yes of course I did…and now your telling me you felt the same.”

He tripped over his words but managed to find them.

Uh- yea I..was confused.” His heart felt like it was going to break this was worse than what he imagined, in all aspects, he figured you would forget all about Rai’uk and his unimportant advances.

He expected you to fall at his feet like all the other women did in the clan.

But you were very different, very stubborn.

“I made myself get over you neteyam, this would be unfair to Rai’uk.” You shake your head and back up from him.

Neteyam feels utterly crushed that in the time you spend with Rai’uk, you were acting like you’ve known him as long as you did neteyam and it made him jealous beyond belief.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, were you expecting me to forget all about Rai’uk because you finally noticed what’s been obvious for years.”

He doesn’t know how he should answer, he doesn’t have an answer. He just shamefully looks at the ground blinking profusely as to not let the tears fall.

“I should head back” you say wanting to create as much distance as possible. You start to turn around and walk back in the direction you came. His grip on your wrist was still there and lightly tightened keeping you in place.

“Y/N I’m really sorry I made things like this, I just didn’t know how to tell you, and I waited too long.”

You nod your head already wanting to be done with this conversation, “I need to think” was all you managed to quietly say one of your hands coming up to your neck, and rubbing it out of nervousness.

You were conflicted this was the man you wanted all your life, but this was such a inconvenience now another was involved and you had to worry about his feelings as well now.

His grip on you loosened as you walked past him, and into the greenery of the forest. Your mind still freshly thinking of his burden of a confession.

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

WRITER SARA HESS TALKING ABOUT RHAENYRA AND ALICENT'S RELATIONSHIP IN SEASON 1 AND THEIR MOTHERHOOD FOR VARIETY MAGAZINE.

“I can definitely understand that it’s hot watching complex female characters who have agency and who are trying to navigate the world and understand themselves. Like, that is hot,” nonbinary actor D’Arcy says.

“And is very different from, I suppose, more two-dimensional portrayals of female sexuality.” 

Cooke adds: “I guess what’s alluring, and quite scintillating, is that they all live in quite close proximity to each other,” noting “House of the Dragon” Season 1’s focus on keeping its characters near the Iron Throne in King’s Landing.

“Stealing these loaded looks with someone that you fancy and that’s forbidden, that’s hot. It’s all hot.”

“We had a lot of conversation at the beginning about, is this a feature or a flaw?” Hess says.

“There’s a lot of births, do we want to see a lot of births? My thinking was, every single childbirth I’ve ever seen on television, in any show, in any genre at any time, has always looked exactly the same: the woman lying on her back with her feet in the stirrups and doing the pushing and the baby comes out.”

“In my experience, women give birth in vastly different ways.”

“I thought we should show them all and they be really, really different, separate experiences and not just, now there’s that birth scene and we all know exactly what it looks like.”

FOLLOWING THE BIRTH SCENE IN EPISODE 6, D'ARCY RECALLS SHOOTING A PARTICULARLY REALISTIC MOMENT OF MOTHERHOOD WHEN RHAENYRA FINALLY GETS TO REST AFTER GIVING BIRTH AND IMMEDIATELY GOING OFF TO SHOW THE BABY TO ALICENT:

“She gets in and [her sons] Jace and Luke have gone and got a dragon’s egg and want her to look at it.”

“And I just remember responding, ‘Wow, that looks perfect,’ but not looking at them at all, I was looking in the other direction.

“And that felt like what a lot of parenting is probably like.”

FOR COOKE, THE MOTHERHOOD MENTALITY HIT IN EPISODE 9, WRITTEN BY HESS AND DIRECTED BY CLARE KILNER:

“That moment in the carriage where Alicent’s hungover son asks her if she loves him, and she says it by smiling and saying, ‘You imbecile.’

“Like, it’s so obvious, this is all for you.”

“Everything that I’ve done.”

“Everything that I’ve sacrificed.”

“All the awful things I’ve done in order to facilitate your ascension is because I love the bones of you.”

BUT MOTHERHOOD IS FAR FROM THE ONLY ASPECT OF A WOMAN'S LIFE THAT FEMALE WRITERS LIKE HESS AND WOMEN DIRECTORS INCLUDING KILNER AND PATEL INFUSED INTO THE STORY, WITH MUCH OF THE SEASON FOCUSING ON YOUNG ALICENT (EMILY CAREY) AND RHAENYRA (MILLY ALCOCK) AND THEIR DEEP BOND AND INTENSE FALLING OUT.

“There’s an element of queerness to it,” Hess says.

“Whether you see it that way or as just the unbelievably passionate friendships that women have with each other at that age.”

“I think understanding that element of it sort of informs the entire rest of their relationship… Even though they’re driven apart by all these societal, systemic elements and pressures and happenings, at the core of it, they knew each other as children, and they loved each other and that doesn’t go away.”

Hess continued: “Olivia has told me she believes — and this is her headcanon — that they at some point kissed or made out or had some kind of physical interaction that Alicent’s mother found out about and forbade.”

“And that was Olivia’s head story, ‘Oh, I can’t do that. That’s not right.’ And that’s the background for her in their relationship going forward. I would be 100% down with that.”

COOKE SAYS SHE AND D'ARCY HAVE “DEFINITELY” TALKED ABOUT ALICENT AND RHAENYRA BEING “EACH OTHER'S FIRST LOVE”:

“But when it comes to our iterations of the characters, too much has happened and too much time has passed to probably even recognize those fledgling feelings.”

“But Condal and Hess weren’t “necessarily interested in ever defining” what that love meant in terms of the women’s sexuality.”

“I happen to be a queer woman, but I know straight women who had ‘Heavenly Creatures’ -esque, romantic friendship with their best friend at that age,” Hess said.

“That’s something that I think, probably — I don’t want to stereotype anybody – but it seems to be more a phenomenon with young women than it is with men, probably because whether you’re queer or not, society cares less if you’re physically intimate with each other or hugging or touching each other.”

“You can have sleepovers and sleep in the same bed and nobody cares.”

[timecheck47]

astrology observations 4 💐

if an aquarius moon is not afraid to act completely unhinged and voice out their weird thoughts around you, congrats, you won them over

contrary to popular belief, aries moons do not ever come across as aggressive or hot headed, like at all, rather very chill instead

aries in big three can lead to having really prominent and well shaped eyebrows, can be because of its color, shape or size

virgo mars can get real petty in arguments and often bring up every little thing you did that they deem as a “flaw” or “mistake” to invalidate whatever you’re saying

sagittarius in the big three can lead to travel being a big part of your life, when asked about your hobbies you may bring that up as your #1, may also travel more as you grow older

libra moons really do notice every single detail about your appearance, may not say anything out loud but oh are they thinking it in their head, have no issue ripping someone apart up in there

capricorn in the big three may have extra pressure placed on them from a young age to do things, the type to be scolded for not being hardworking when other people around them also aren’t

in addition to that, capricorn in the big three can lead to taking on leadership positions early on life compared to their peers and excelling at it

scorpio in the big three may have very alluring eyes matched with great eyebrows, intense glares, usually what people notice first about them is their upper face

aquarius in the big three almost always have had a fascination with aliens at one point or another in their life

your big three can also be found in your family’s chart, whether it be same sign or opposite

ex: moon conjunct moon, sun conjunct moon, & moon conjunct rising is the most common in what i’ve observed

you probably have a romantic soft spot for people whose placements fall in your 5th house

following the path of your mc really is where you find the most success

ex: selena gomez is a taurus mc and has had massive success in both her cooking show and beauty brand, rare beauty, both of which are taurus qualities (food, beauty)

capricorn risings and or people with saturn in the 1st house have impeccable bone structure

you spot the gemini rising in the room by looking at whoever is managing to talk to everybody at the same time about the most utmost random topic ever, either that or they’re talking to one person but their voice is so loud you overhear them anyway

virgo rising, especially in men, have facial features that are closer together, also looks as if their squinting or pondering something at all times

you probably find yourself approaching people who have placements that fall in your 10th house before anybody else, almost like you spot them first in the room and feel most comfortable in their energy

scorpio risings always have something going on with their life that makes you think wtf, sometimes in a good way but other times not so much, also have the craziest stories to tell

thank you for reading!

[mischiefmaker615]

Hiii! You popped up on my home page again and I was once again choking on your wonderful writing. I have a thing for your Musical Mischief series!

I Caught Myself -Paramore.

I totally get it if this doesn't bring any inspiration, but if it does, I'd love to read it! Much love.<3

I Caught Myself

Summary: When Loki finds his "babysitter" asleep, does he dare take that risk of freedom?

Rating: PG14

Requester: @nervouseden

Inspiration Request: "I Caught Myself" by Paramore

Note: NGL this one was a bit tricky to think of a plot *sweats* hope it will do..

Loki's POV

The only sound that could be heard was from the soft steps I made down yet another hall in search of Y/N. Those heroes have departed for the day and yet the tower has been left unnaturally quiet. I wouldn’t so much as trouble myself if danger was to happen in their absence but the very creature I do so happen to favor- and quite frankly wouldn’t want to see harmed- is nowhere to be found.

Calling her name would show me as desperate, weak, wanting in the fact that I seek out a mortal’s presence. Ohh but she is no mere mortal..

I often think about how different she is when time grants itself to my mind. Her fragrance lingers in the senses where It almost caresses and beckons. Her hair sways practically in time with her hips while she walks. Her dainty hands fidgets with things when she is deep thinking or trying to distract herself. She does that a lot when she finds me watching her..

Her uncomfortableness often amuses me; it’s hardly disgust, her cheeks redden to much for it to be anything negative to my stares. From her body language, she’s often shown me how much affect I have on her and all I merely do is just watch her. I don’t often catch myself doing it, she almost seems to have this way of grabbing my attention without myself even realizing it first.

She’s the only one I give a word to, actually hold my tongue and offer a series of replies whenever she finds herself wishing to speak with me. Why? Unlike the others, I have found no sign of her holding any fear or anger towards me. I’ve had to question myself if my abilities to read others have diminished but with her conversations and approaches seeming.. heartfelt, my body normally relaxes when she’s brought herself to my presence.

I gave no argument when the Iron Idiot had presented the idea of her being the one to keep an eye on me. Even now with that thought, I couldn’t help but smirk with the idea that they think I need a babysitter. I’ve been here to many months to count and they still can’t find themselves to let go with the idea that as soon as I step foot outside, the world would burn once again.

The thought has crossed my mind often but somehow it often drifts back to Y/N.. the mere thought of her injured causes a tight pain within my chest. I wouldn’t even be willing to take the risk of world domination again with the fact that collateral must always be taken in account.

She would be a risk.

Leaving rather than ruling would be more like it.

I have entered the main room to which one would see first if they came to this domain and I almost gave up finding her if it hadn’t been for the soft sound of breathing and that glorious scent catching my attention. Slowing my steps even more, I approach the back of the couch where a book lays open upon the table and the sleeping form of Y/N is spread out amongst me.

My eyes didn’t hesitate to drop at her form; an arm is raised above her head while the other is draped over her waist. She is laying on her side, still in her day clothes which immediately told me she must have fallen asleep. The sight was quite.. alluring, if I am to be honest with myself. If we were in a perfect world, I would have probably gathered her in my arms and finally got a taste of those lushes lips my eyes so often drift too.

But I couldn’t risk not having her feelings reciprocated.. although humans are incredibly easy to read, she was very much a difficult one to figure out. it’s probably why I favor her presence so much. She is not bland, nor boring. It’s quite the thrill when I am presenting with a fact about her I hadn’t quite beat her to figuring out. even now my eyes move forward to find the book on the table and I smile to myself.

She is almost half way through and was one I’ve let her borrow back in a previous conversation I quite enjoyed. I don’t often find others enjoying books as much as I do, let alone a human- with its technology replacing paper every day.

She’s different.. she has full control of my body without my mind being able to convince it otherwise.

My hands have been gripping the back of the couch for awhile now, blood rushing back to my fingers when I remove one to slowly drift down to her sleeping form. It shouldn’t have lingered as long as it did, but I relished in the feeling of her beautiful hair brushing against my skin while I return a lock back behind her ear. Her skin looks so soft and smooth and my finger tips tingle with the growing urge and idea of feeling her more.

Turning my back to her helped my growing evidence of what she truly does to me, my eyes eventually resting upon to elevator that was merely just a few feet away.

How easy it could be..

How easy it could be to just take advantage with the heroes gone, my dear babysitter asleep and I merely free to walk out those doors without so much of a sound or a hint. I could perhaps start a life somewhere.. under an identity though a simple spell I’d apply daily. No one would no, no one would find me, perhaps no one would eventually remember me once the hunt was given up.

My eyes slowly move over my shoulder, taking in the sight once more of her glorious form and with thoughts if she’d even miss me, or so much as think of me. Her eyes were always full of kindness, not once have I been able to detect a lie or trick. She was genuine.. how did she find herself to be amongst these mortal savages..

On Asgard, she would have been for certain courted, second glanced and snatched up within a second upon joining a festival. Id worry every waking second if she wasn’t at my side that I may be bested, stolen from, or perhaps she’d find someone better.. yet she’s never truly had me think of myself that way..

Around her, I feel more heard than I had in my entire childhood. Seen, more than I had when I had attended the court.. loved.. perhaps even if it were to be within a friendship..

If that is all she has to offer, than I am to accept it in abundance..

My eyes drifted back to the elevator. Freedom within just a few steps..

“I don’t know what I want..’’ my voice but whispered yet deep down in denial, I did know.

Which is why I found myself slowly walking around the couch, sitting myself in the spot she offered while her legs stayed bent yet comfortable. She rather seemed to enjoy curling herself when she was asleep, and I couldn’t help but smile before I was reminded perhaps she was cold and wasn’t prepared for the unexpected wave of exhaustion. Instinctually I conjured a blanket to wrap around her, the familiar green color having to be explained if she were to wake up and find it.

What would I tell her?

‘I found you asleep and thought you might be in need of a blanket?’ of course not.. I wish not for the image of going soft.. I then thought I may perhaps place her in her proper bed, but that would come with trouble in its own. ‘you entered my bedroom without permission’ she may say.. no.. Y/N has always been one to think positive..

“it’s the thought that counts at least’’ she often quoted and I couldn’t help but feel the smile tug at my lips again, my hand having been resting on her hip the entire time since I’ve sat down.

What was she doing to me.. her mere presence has me under some sort of spell of some sorts.. a few months ago I may have had this woman on her knees, now all she has me wanting is to be sinking onto my own..

I took the risk.

I felt myself leaning over her, my hand moving to curl at her hip and the other by her shoulder before my actions froze, watching how she slowly stirred and hummed in her sleep. Sweet thing.. what do you dream about.. with my body frozen as to not wake her, she then turned a little, the hand having been above her head coming now and merely rest upon mine beside her hip.

My breath hitched, her hands being as soft and gentle as I’ve imagined they would and my eyes closed to relish in the feeling alone. I could feel her fingers slightly gripped my wrist, almost as if her body was aware of the touch it was giving and my mind imagined her grip somewhere else.

I was not in a position to easily hide my physical reaction towards her without waking her up. I only prayed to the gods her light prodding that now ghosted her beautiful ass wouldn’t be enough to wake her up or stir anymore- before gods knew my control could be worn thin in mere seconds if I let it slip.

‘’gods Y/N.. what are you doing to me..’’ I breathed, trying to ignore my erection while I slowly leaned myself down, hovering over her so I could inhale slowly that scent I loved so much. ‘’I thought I didn’t know what I wanted... You're pushing and pulling me down to you.. making me think things I never should have thought.. what do you want?” I whisper, almost convincing myself I’d get an answer while her eyes remained shut and her lips parted ever so slightly.

‘’I want you Y/N..’’ I whisper, my eyes not even straining while they remained on her face. I knew the door to freedom was right there, but everything within myself told me this is where freedom was.. with her..

‘’whenever you may realize it, I’ll be here..’’ I promised, allowing myself to lean more, my body barely brushing against hers before I lightly brushed my lips against her soft cheek, everything in my power held me back from adding more pressure or moving them down to her awaiting lips before I allowed myself to sit back up.

Looking down at her hand that gripped mine, I slowly turned it enough so I could also place a kiss upon her knuckles, finding everything about her soft and sweet before I carefully placed her hand down and freed my own.

She is perfect.. and will be fine someday.. if I am to wait longer than I am to wait to gain freedom, so be it. I’d rather live a life of imprisonment if it meant she was to be promised to me than to walk out and find her gone too. Perhaps I am not so trapped here, one may think she was trapped here with me.

And by the gods all hell will break lose if someone dare take her away.

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[sugoi-writes]

Can I be 🦇 anon? For some reason I’ve always been obsessed with the flexing part of an arm? I don’t know the technical term but I can’t see Demon Al doing this as much as his human counterpart would sooooooooo human Alastor with his sweetheart who has never EVER soon for him like woman usually do I mean he has ladies fainting LMAOA HOWEVER one day when he’s cutting idk wood or something she sees his arm flex she’s like a puddle I mean full fangirling giggling and screaming and he’s like huh??? Until he realizes and then boom from then on he’s flexing any time he can to pull a scream from her

🦇Anon? Love it! I'm a big fan of bats! This ask was too adorable. I just KNEW I could cook something up!

It does get a liiiiittle suggestive in parts, but otherwise stays perfectly appropriate! FEAST, my dearies!!!

"Love? The fire is going out! We'll need more firewood!" You call from inside. You make your way to the door, your top half hovering just outside as you searched for your darling beau. You've always enjoyed your time with him at his family's cabin, a piece of his inheritance that was used quite often. And, of course, it was highly appreciated by the both of you.

Your eyes dart about until you heard a distinct CHOP, eyes finding Alastor with his axe buried into an old tree stump. His smile widens when he sees you, wiping the sweat from his brow. You feel your pulse race, surprised to see his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight. The humid, thick air that permeated in the South could not be helped, and so, Alastor worked without a shirt on. Even with this simple and understandable notion, you found yourself fond of (and shocked by) the rare sight. You try to make your face pleasantly neutral and wave, trying to save face.

"No worries, dear. 'Already mending that problem!"

You chuckle, leaning fully into the door frame as Alastor positions a new log to cleave through. The Summer was good for one thing, you reasoned; seeing Alastor's chest, bared for only you to see, heaving steadily as he worked. Better yet, you could practically feel the gaze he gave back to you, his knowing smile making you beam every time you saw it. While you weren't like most others, not being overly doting or frivolous about his appearance, you still appreciated and treasured it deeply.

When Alastor returned to his work, your eyes fixated on his hands, then his arms. Indeed, you were very familiar with how powerful they were. They did wonders for and to you. But then: you see a flex. A jut and shift of his bicep has your mouth watering lecherously. As his grip relaxed on the axe, his body bending down to grab another log, you watched the muscles in his arm relax and re-fire. This set of motions repeated for a time, much to your enjoyment. As an extra treat, sometimes a vein in his neck would pop out at the same time his forearms and triceps strained, making your pupils bloom and shrink with hunger.

It was, without a doubt, an extremely alluring sight. Each time the axe raised over his head, your eyes followed, forcing you to stiffle a nervous chuckle. God, he was too beautiful for his own good. He was too strong for you to handle, and far too beautiful to be a called simple, minimalist man. His body was the work of a master craftsman, thank God.

As another piece of firewood was cut, you covered you mouth, stifling a squeal as he brought a towel to his forehead, huffing from his efforts. When he heard your little noises, he turned to you, his smile drooping slightly," Anything the matter, dear?" You were quick to shrink back, waving his concern off with a nervous laugh.

"Ha-ha, NO! No, I'm fine! Don't worry about me! I-I'll start working on dinner, okay?" Alastor doesn't seem convinced, squinting in your direction. His glasses were cast aside earlier, in fear they may fall off and become a victim of his labor," If you say so, dear. I'll be inside in a moment to help with the potatoes, mon cherie." You nod and turn to go inside, your face still boiling hot as you try to distract yourself. Your body starts to go through the motions, chopping veggies that were freshly harvested to use in your stew. You try to focus on the task at hand, your mind lingering on images of Alastor's physique. You had failed at your task stupendously. You felt no remorse!

You couldn't help but squirm at the mental images: veins and muscles shifting from physical effort. That devilishly handsome smile and toned body... it made your heart race! You wondered what his arms must've looked like when he was hovering above you... Your grip was tightening as you chopped the veggies faster, your safety disregarded. You giggle to yourself, eyes closing momentarily to focus on the pleasant thought of Alastor caging you with his muscular arms until--

"FUCK-- shit!"

No sooner did you wail was Alastor at the door, slamming it open," What happened??? What did--"

Alastor's eyes were wide, pupils shrunken to mere pinpricks as he took in your form. You held your bleeding finger, huffing.

"I-It's fine, it's fine! I'm fine!" You reassure, grabbing a handtowel to press to your wound. Alastor strode over to you, tongue clicking at your carelessness. As he went to put his axe down, your eyes caught his arms again, yelping as you turn away hastily. Your sudden movement left your partner clueless.

Alastor pauses again, a brow raising," My love, what's gotten into you? You've never been this careless before..."

You shuddered as Alastor came behind you, hands resting on the counter on either side of your hips," Are you sure you're quite alright?"

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, coaxing you into looking his way. You began yelping again, your mouth slamming shut as you tear your eyes away from his body. Alastor grumbles, slightly annoyed with your silence," Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't use your words--"

One hand snatches you by the hip, spinning you quickly around while the other takes your wounded hand.

You eyes are blown wide, unable to make eye contact as they stare down at Alastor's arms," I-Im fine, really just-- just got lost in my thoughts! I promise!"

Between Al's proximity, his partial nudity, and those arms trapping you, you felt like your face blazed hotter than the fucking Sun. Alastor seemed to catch on, watching as your legs squeezed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. He leans closer to you, the muscles in his torso expanding and contracting with his movements. You sigh shakily, stifling a blissful squeak. Ahh. So it was him that was causing you to fret...

Alastor began to chuckle slowly at first, before laughing heartily. You stammered as a large hand came to your shoulder to steady himself, your lips blubbering pathetically. He was laughing fairly hard, causing his abdominals to flex and seize (a sight too delicious to behold). You were whining, on the verge of squealing as you weakly pushed against him again.

"A-Alastor, if you don't back up, I just might NOT be okay!!!" Alastor couldn't help himself, working himself into short bursts of stitches as he calms down, eyes watering.

"Ohhh, dearest... honestly, was I really that distracting to you?" His voice was low and flirtatious as you felt yourself being pressed into the counter, his hips holding you in place. You nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands gripped the counter harshly, knuckles white. Your mouth fell agape with a silent moan as the muscles in his upper arms and pecs stirred once more. You push against him once more, feeling as though you would pop like a balloon.

"A-Al, this isn't cute!!! Stop it, please!" You practically whine as Alastor just leaned, kissing your bright, heated cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I could go chop more wood, if the space could offer you some reprieve..."

You gasp as your chin is pulled forward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. If you weren't in your prime, you'd fear having a stroke at the sight of his almond colored eyes staring back into yours with a tumultuous energy.

"But, I think we both know you'd prefer that I stay rii~iiight here, don't you?" He teased, his lips dangerously close to your own. Your own lips quivered at the relentless pestering, your eyes struggling to make contact again," W-Well, I-- you know I-- uugghhh, if you keep teasing me, dinner is going to be late!!!"

"That's fiiiine by me!" Alastor says in a sing-song tone, and to your horror, you are lifted and placed onto the counter with minimal effort. Your eyes become transfixed on him, unable to clench your legs closed. Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Your partner moved to be between your thighs, his voice a husky gravel; his tone was JUST loud enough for you to process.

"How about we start with dessert first, hmm~?"

[yaut-jaknowit]

Idk if this has been asked before but can we get a little something of Gawtin in heat?

- 🥤

Always

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: cunnigulius, wlw, Gawtin in heat, mean Gawtin, rough sex, face fucking, crying, oversensitivity.

Word Count: 2632

Summary: When you wake in the morning to find your bed empty, you aren't concerned. Yet... with a sweet scent in the air you've never smelled before, you follow it out into the living room. In all of her glory sat Gawtin, your goddess, waiting for you.

Author Note: To be honest, I can’t remember if I’ve written one about her being in heat. I’ve written so much that it’s starting to get jumbled around. Even if I did, I will always write for Gawtin. I love my girl.

Masterlist

Ao3

There was this sweet, alluring scent in the air when you first woke up. Not one you’ve ever smelled before. You groaned and stretched out in your expansive bed, only to realize that there wasn’t a warm body pressed against you. Concern dripped into your veins. You stood up from the concave bed and wandered out into the living room.

In all of her muscular, massive glory was Gawtin, the goddess herself. Her head was thrown back, neck fully exposed to the world. A position rare for her to be found in. Both of her arms were thrown over the top of the couch, leg spread as wide as possible.

That’s when you realize how thick that scent filled the main area of the house. Without realizing it, you felt yourself growing hotter, more bothered. You toed into the living room and walked up towards Gawtin. It was her that emanated that odor.

The very second you were within range, Gawtin swiped out and snagged you. You were jerked into her lap as she heavily rubbed her jaw all over you. Her scent being messaged into your skin, forever stuck there.

“Whoa! Gawtin, love. What’s going on with you?” you questioned, truly worried if something had happened during the night to this morning. She’s never acted like this before.

Her muscular arms surrounded your waist and kept you pressed tightly to her sweaty chest. There was no chance for escape, not like you wanted to anyhow. You hummed and pulled your head away from all the scent marking. Your hands cupped her jaw and gave a small scratch to distract for a moment. “Love, what’s wrong?”

A growl built up in the back of her throat. Her claws gripped your covered skin and refused even a hair of space between the two of you. She dove back into the comfort of your neck and began to nip at the fragile skin. The flesh becoming flush with warmth and bringing blood closer to the surface. You gasped at the slight stinging. Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth as you endured her strange treatment.

“Need,” she groaned into your neck and latched on with a particularly harsh bite. Her hips rocked up and forced yourself to grind down onto her waist. You sputtered a gasp and tightened your thighs around her hips. “Need you.”

Out of all the time you’ve been around Gawtin, for her to act this way was completely different. She was in such a needy, desperate state, you almost didn’t know what to do. You had to act fast.

You wrapped your hand around her throat and pushed back with all of your strength. If she didn’t want to be moved, she wouldn’t. But, the Yautja was feeling generous and all for you remove her from your neck.

Drool was dripping from her mouth, some of it wiped across the expanse of your throat. “Gawtin, what is happening to you?” You needed answers before continuing with this. You wouldn’t allow her to continue until then.

Gawtin huffed, hips rutting up but only causing you to grind against her. Your hand faltered around her neck before you tightened it and kept her pinned to the couch. Her mandibles twitched with irritation. “Heat. I’m in heat,” she answered with a gruff voice then caught your hair and yanked back on it. Your entire throat exposed to her now. Which, the Yautja happily took up the opportunity to latch on again.

“And that heat drives me beyond insane when you’re around,” Gawtin snarled against the column of your throat and nipped on the fragile skin. The sharpness of her fangs sliced your flesh and drew blood. The red substance dripped down from the opened wound. Her tongue was quick to swipe it up.

The vibrations of her growl tingled against you skin, causing goosebumps to rise. You squirmed in her lap, hands tightened before falling away.

“It’s your scent in the air. Tasting it, smelling it.” She groaned and dug deeper into your throat without realizing it. Her arm around your waist moved so her hand cupped your hip and kept you snug to her torso. She needed you pressed against her at all times. Not an inch of space allowed to disturb the two of you. “I need you, little one.”

The sweet scent in the air didn’t help your situation at all. You curled your hand into a fist on her chest and held back a groan that wanted to be released. “Okay, okay, Gawtin. I’ve got to go the strap on, alright?” You attempted to push back on her to gain some space to move off of her lap, but she wasn’t having it. She snarled dangerously low, claws biting into your skin. You hissed at the flare of pain that rushed through you. But you didn’t do anything to stop her.

“Gawtin, I have to go grab it,” you explained and tried to push again to no luck. You found yourself on your back with Gawtin shoving into your space, nearly suffocating with how much of her weight she forced upon you. Her talons pierced into the flesh of your hips and forced you to stay to her.

“Mine!” she snapped and growled from the back of her throat. A warning for all. Even to you. Not to touch what is hers. Including you. Especially you. You are hers.

You groaned at the pain and clenched your teeth. It hurt yes, but you knew you weren’t in any actual danger. She slotted herself between you legs and forced your thighs to your chest. A mating press. You gasped as she pinned you to the spot. Only one hand needed to keep you trapped to the spot. Gawtin leans up to admire her prize.

The smell only grew stronger the more she played with you. You began to pant, squirming underneath her. Your clit started to throb and swelling with blood the more she rubbed against you. It grew to a point that it hurt not being touched. All because of Gawtin.

In an instant, Gawtin rips every last shred of clothing that blocked the two of you. Her skin was hot, blazing to the touch. It nearly felt like it burned. No kidding this was called a heat.

One of your legs was let down, the other still forced to your chest. She placed a foot to your side and lowered her soaked pussy to yours. Everything that has been effecting had made you sensitive to the slightest touch. You groaned and clawed at her scales, causing her to jerk her hips up. The slickness pooling between the two of you caused her to easily glide.

This position opened both of you up. Her three clits bumping into your lone one. You jerked your hips up and causing a spike of pleasure to race up your spine. It hurt so good. Your toes curled as you gripped her scales. “Fuck, Gawtin. Ca-careful,” you warned her as if that would do a thing.

She growled again and buried her face back into your neck, taking in your scent. Her tongue dragged across your skin while her hips jerked between your open legs. Your jaw dropped with a pitiful whine, head thrown back.

In the back of your mind, oversensitivity raged but the pleasure she forced upon you was hard to deny. Your brows furrowed together, hands gripping her shoulders firmly. “I-I think I’m, ah, too sensitive for this, lo-ve.” Your voice trembled, trying to keep it together for a second longer. Yet, the electric shocks sprouting from your engorged clit crumbled any walls.

All you got in return was a snarl and her harshly grinding her hips down. Your hands flew to cover your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out. Every muscle locked down tightly, pinching you in place. Gawtin gasped herself then latched down on your shoulder, teeth piercing your flesh. Another mark added the many others she adorns you in.

A muffled cry sounded from behind your hand. Blood pools from around her teeth and drips down onto the couch. The Yautja ruts faster against you. Your combined slick making the movement swift and smooth. You bite down on your knuckle as an outlet. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You attempted to angle your hips a little down, hoping she was distracted enough not to notice. But, Gawtin only followed the movement and continuously assaulting your puffy, swollen clit with each thrust.

It was all too much at once. Every thought between your eyes were wiped clean, fading away into nothing. Your teeth go slack on the knuckle, mouth dropped open as you pant. Your hands shake, unsure where to grab. They didn’t know where to go.

Gawtin snatches both of your wrists and pins them far above your head. You were strictly at her mercy.

Fire blazed to life and flew across the expanse of your skin. A silent cry on your lips. Your back arched off of the couch and pushed you chest to chest with Gawtin. More slick gushed out to join the pile pooling between the two of you. Your walls pulsed around nothing, pushing more of juices out.

Gawtin didn’t stop.

Your thighs attempted to shove the massive giant of muscles back in reaction. But, if she didn’t want to move, the goddess wouldn’t budge a centimeter.

The oversensitivity stung harshly and caused big, fat tears to drip down from your eyes. Her jaw locked down and kept your shoulder trapped with deadly teeth. The pain long gone washed away. You trembled and shook tremendously underneath her lumbering form. She did not stop, not even for a second to allow you time to breathe. She was taking what she wanted, not caring about your pleasure.

Her jaw squeezed hard and pushed her teeth into your muscle even more. She shuttered and groaned above you, muscles tensing. You felt a new warm gush of fluids cover your already sticky, messy mound. If it wasn’t for the fact you were brainless and driven to oversensitivity, you would praise her.

She had stopped moving and slowly unlatched her fangs from you. The warmth from your blood poured from the newly created wound. The green Yautja was quick to lean down and swipe up some of it. Your taste on her tongue was paya grounds sent. A groan tumbled out from the back of her throat. Her pruple eyes narrowed down on your sweaty, shaky form spread wide underneath her form.

The beast was hungry for more.

Swiftly, the Yautja pinned you to ground with her huge thighs on either side of your head, framing it. Her dripping alien cunt in front of your face. The sweet smell you’ve only taste once before was before you, taunting you just out of reach. You looked up at the towering Yautja. Gawtin ran her fingers through your hair before clenching down on the strains. A low moan slipped pass your lips.

Sweet, tangy. You eyed her cunt before she lowered herself down onto your face. Your eyes snapped open. A curse ready to fall from your lips was prevented. Both of your arms blindly curled around her muscular thighs and clutched onto her scales. They were barely able to reach the halfway mark of her thighs.

Instantly, you got to work tongue swirling around her three swollen clits. The longest one nearly reaching two inches. You sucked the nub into your mouth, muscle drawing the tip. Gawtin’s dangerous claws dug into your scalp and tugged you somehow closer into her soaking heat.

By the end of this night, you were going to be a sweaty, bloodied, crying mess. The good kind.

You tilted your head to get to her entrance and shoved your tongue in. Her essence easily dripped free and onto your awaiting muscle. Your taste buds sung while you lapped away, taking in every drop she offered.

She jerked your mouth back to he clits shoved them against your lips. Happily, you opened your mouth to allow them entry. They filled your mouth as you laved at them, bring her pleasure.

The Yautja bowed her head and moaned at the feel of you between her thighs. Gawtin squeezed her legs, reminding you are trapped. In the best place possible. You would latch your lips around the three and attempt to suck on them in fervor but found yourself unable to. The dizzy effect of lack of oxygen to your brain just made you want her even more.

It was only her taste that filled your mind. That was all you needed in life. You whined around her three nubs and sent vibrations up the sensitive nerves. Gawtin gasped and dropped more weight down on your face and chest area. You could barely take in a breath from the weight. But you pushed through, not caring if this was the way you died.

A moment of clarity must have hit Gawtin as she removed the added weight off of you. Not that you cared. You kept your face forcefully buried in her soaked heat and gulping down her sweet juices.

Her hand left your scalp to rest on the ground. Both of them side by side. Long tresses curtained around the two of you, letting the world just be two lovers. Her hips began to rut harshly and stole any pleasure you gave from you. You did your best to keep up with the chance of pace while slurping her taste down your throat.

Grunts and growls surpassed the wall of muscles fucking your face. Her mandibles flared then snapped shut and roughly clicked against one another. Despite your arms on her hips, there wasn’t a force in the universe to get Gawtin to slow down.

Fluids dripped down your chin, neck, and finally falling to rest on the floor. A mix of Gawtin’s slick and your drool created a mess underneath the two of you.

A bellow sounded from the female in heat, back arching. Talons that have killed grounded into the floor and dug marks for someone to see. Your head was smashed between two thighs that could crush your skull if not mindful. You groaned at the headache flaring to life but still dug into the meal before you. The last thing to be on your tongue before you perished.

The pressure that nearly made you black out was released. Your lungs greedily sucked oxygen in. The black growing in your vision started to fade away with each breath. Still in a dazed mindset, you lightly giggled at just the thought you nearly died to Gawtin in heat. It was funny to you.

Purring caught your attention. You weakly picked your head up and looked over at Gawtin. The giant had gotten off of you. She had her legs spread still wide and leaned back on her hands, purring away with a content tone. When she noticed you gazing at her, she moved to kneel at your side.

Gawtin leaned down and pressed her forehead to yours. “What have I done to deserve such a sweet think such as yourself, little one?” she hummed then licked a stripe through the slick that clung to your chin.

A soft smile graced your blazing face. Love sparkled in your glassy eyes. “Feeling better?” you croaked out, throat hoarse from your former screaming and guzzling of her juices.

Something flashed in her eyes. Gawtin cupped your cheeks, claws just lightly pressing into your scalp. “This is just the beginning,” she snarled then shoved her tongue into your mouth. You gasped harshly through your nose then moaned at the feeling of her exploring. Your eyes slide shut as you let her have her fun.

[befemininenow]

The sunset may feel dimmer, but your feelings are getting brighter. The days may feel shorter, but the day you unveil your feminine self is getting closer.

It’s Throwback Thursday posting. I remember seeing this pic on so many captions several years ago and it always seemed so alluring. However, the captions weren’t what caught my attention. It was the girl and the background around her.

I found this pic again when I was doomscrolling for archived captions and I forgot how common this pic was used. Unfortunately, the captions were really not my favorite. Rather than just emulate the humiliating and forced fem captions of the original, I instead went for a more affirming route.

In the end, I actually like how it turned out. I’ve been so focused on making fantasy captions that I haven’t had the time to dive in to more realistic captions that connect with one’s identity. Then again, that’s what my blog is about: diving into one’s internal fantasies while also dealing with the realities as a trans girl or fluid person.

[aventurineswife]

Hello :) I'm not very used to sending requests so I hope this is okay 😅

Can I request Aventurine with a teen reader who has a similar backstory to him but got picked up by the astral express instead of joining the IPC? I'm sorry if that isn't enough info but that's the premise. Have a good day and ty in advance

Life’s little gambles

Summary: The Astral Express crew makes a stop at an IPC station where you, a member of their team with a dark and strategic past, encounter Aventurine, one of the Ten Stonehearts. Aventurine recognizes your shared experiences and offers wisdom about embracing your new path while acknowledging the allure of your past. Your conversation leaves you reflecting on your journey and the power of choice.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Teen!Reader, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Conversations, Mentorship, Self-Reflection.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, Themes of loneliness and inner conflict.

A/N: I wrote something similar like this before too🤔, here's the one if you're curious about it!

(artist: srro_yo on Twitter/X)

The hum of the Astral Express served as a soothing constant against the ever-shifting backdrops of the universe. Aboard the train, the crew was abuzz with their usual activities: March 7th snapping photos, Dan Heng engrossed in research, Himeko brewing her signature coffee, and Welt poring over galactic maps. Among them was you, the newest addition to their family. A teenager with a past as jagged and raw as a broken mirror, you were still finding your footing among these kind strangers.

Your quiet demeanor and strategic mind had piqued their interest, but it was the fractured look in your eyes that truly bound you to their hearts. You’d shared snippets of your history—a harsh upbringing in a desert-like world, gambling with your survival, and the scars that came with being a pawn in someone else’s cruel game. Himeko had been the one to coax out these stories during quiet nights over tea, while March sought to draw out your smile through her infectious energy.

Today, however, the Express made an unexpected stop at an IPC station. The platform gleamed with opulence—gold-trimmed structures, bustling workers in sharp suits, and the distant sound of a roulette wheel spinning somewhere. It was there you met him: Aventurine.

He was hard to miss. Standing tall with his hair swept back, eyes scanning the station with a mix of boredom and sharp calculation, Aventurine looked every bit the enigma his reputation promised. He spotted the Express crew almost immediately, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer than the others.

“Astral Express,” he greeted smoothly, his voice like a velvet gamble. “It’s not every day you cross paths with one of the Ten Stonehearts.”

March tilted her head, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion evident in her expression. “Ten Stonehearts? That sounds… important.”

Himeko, always composed, stepped forward. “A pleasure, Mr. Aventurine. To what do we owe the honor?”

Aventurine’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “Just business as usual. But…” His eyes returned to you, sharp and knowing. “You… You have the look of someone who knows how to play the game.”

Caught off guard, you stiffened, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t often someone recognized the shadow of your past so quickly.

Dan Heng, ever protective, subtly stepped closer to you. “Do you know each other?”

“Not yet,” Aventurine said, his tone light but laced with intrigue. “But I see the marks of the same battlefield. Life hasn’t been kind to you, has it, kid?”

Your breath hitched. How could he see through you so easily? You glanced at Himeko, whose reassuring nod gave you the courage to respond. “No… it hasn’t. But I’ve found a better path now.”

Aventurine chuckled, a sound both amused and bitter. “Good for you. Most of us aren’t so lucky. Tell me, though—do you ever miss it? The thrill of the gamble, the rush of defying fate?”

For a moment, you hesitated. The truth was, you did—sometimes. The chaos of your past had been painful, but it had also been exhilarating in its own twisted way. Before you could answer, Aventurine stepped closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“Let me guess,” he murmured. “They saved you from the abyss. But there’s a part of you that wonders… what if you had learned to swim instead?”

The rest of the crew had stepped away, giving you space to talk. Aventurine leaned against a railing, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I’m not trying to pull you back,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically soft. “But I know what it’s like to live with those questions. To wonder if you could’ve played your cards better.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “And what about you? Are you happy with where you ended up?”

Aventurine tilted his head, his enigmatic smile returning. “Happiness is… a luxury. But power? Control? Those I’ve earned. The IPC is my table, and I always leave with the house’s winnings.”

You studied him, torn between admiration and pity. “That sounds… lonely.”

“It is,” he admitted, surprising you with his honesty. “But it’s better than being someone else’s pawn. And you—” He pointed a gloved finger at you, his eyes alight with intensity. “You’re not a pawn anymore. Don’t forget that, no matter how tempting the old game gets.”

His words lingered with you long after he bid the crew farewell. As the Express pulled away from the station, you sat in the lounge, staring out at the stars. Dan Heng approached, his presence steady and grounding.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

You nodded, though your thoughts were far away. “Yeah… I think so.”

And for the first time in a long while, you felt a strange sense of peace. Aventurine’s words had stirred something in you—a reminder that while the past might always call, you had the power to decide your future.

From the station platform(?), Aventurine watched the Astral Express disappear into the cosmos. A rare, genuine smile crossed his face.

“Good luck, kid,” he murmured to the stars. “Play your cards right.”