#i have not been able to stop thinking about this for SO long

[kotabear--24]

I like to imagine that neither Neil nor Andrew care if they’re married or not, like genuinely, bc a piece of paper is just paper and there is literally nobody else they can ever imagine being able to tolerate or understand, much less LIKE and WANT, right?

But then they find out there’s a bet. Idk, maybe Nicky gets drunk and talks about how everyone’s betting Dan and Matt get married before him and Erik and he’s all pissy ab it.

Andrew doesn’t care, stopped listening once he heard marriage, but Neil leans forward. ‘What ab Aaron and Katelyn?’ And asks Ab all the new freshmen and so on and so forth. He asks, ‘what ab us?’ Nicky rolls his eyes.

‘Don’t worry Neil we gave up trying to understand you. We all know you guys aren’t getting married.’

Neil and Andrew glance at each other so fast Nicky doesn’t even catch it, and then Neil’s looking at Nicky again and says, ‘I’ll drink to that.’

And well. Neil and Robin get along really well, and she kind of hero worships him, so he makes An Agreement with her. A few months later, she finds a way to talk about Dan and Matt with Matt, and marriage, and all that. She bites her lip shyly and asks for the goss about the other couples on the team. She acts surprised Neil and Andrew haven’t been together that long, they seem so committed to each other. ‘I bet they get married first!’ She says, all starry eyed and young and naive. She puts money on it when Matt scoffs and tells her ab the bet and how Andreil aren’t even included in it. She insists. Matt tells her he feels bad taking her money like this, but well, she’s a fox. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ‘Just you wait,‘ she says. ‘I can feel it.’

A week later, Andreil showed up with black silicone wedding bands on their ring fingers. They all notice, but don’t think anything of it.

Then Andrew tells Neil they’re leaving even tho Neil and Kevin are talking strategy. ‘You need to feed me, I’m hungry,’ he says. ‘Stop flirting with Day and let’s GO.’

Neil sighs dramatically and says, ‘are we about to have our first fight as married couple in front of the whole team?’

The room goes WILD. Wymack says ‘what the fuck?’ Nicky actually SCREAMS. Aaron makes a disgusted and disbelieving sound. Jack turns and walks out. Kevin’s eyes are haunted and wide. Allison drops her phone. Renee smiles (she’s already figured it out and is glad she didn’t put money down). Robin stands and shouts, ‘i knew it! pay up, bitches!!!!’

Neil and Robin split the money.

everyone has different opinions on whether or not neil and andrew get married. i personally think they do, but not for the medical reasons that i see a lot. i see people saying that they’d get married so andrew has access to neil when he’s injured, but there’s paperwork that could do that without them being married.

i propose a funnier solution. neil isn’t a citizen of the united states. his mother was visiting in the uk when she was pregnant and he was born early, and when she took him back to the us they never bothered correcting the paperwork or anything. fast forward to after baltimore and the fbi have done some digging, only to find out that neil “pain in the ass” josten is actually an illegal immigrant. needless to say, they gleefully hold this over his head, maybe as a way to make him more compliant with testimonies. neil, however, being the little shit that he is, proposes a green card marriage to andrew. andrew agrees to it without a second thought .

that’s how, to the shock and horror of everyone else, andreil ends up being the first married in their early 20s

[daisies-and-domming]

Not so Shy Anymore, Huh? (NSFW)

Summary: Your boyfriend is bold - and no matter how long you’ve been with him, you can’t seem to stop the warm flush of your cheeks when he compliments you so easily. He’s used to you being shy, but one day you reach your breaking point. He wants to be bold? You can be bold, too!

Warnings: swearing, dom!reader, reader is (usually) easily fluster, petnames (Gojo calls you baby, Geto calls you my love, Sukuna calls you petal), p in an undefined hole (Gojo, Geto), praise kink (Sukuna), f!receiving oral (Sukuna)

Features Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Thank you to the lovely @glassofapplejuicee for beta reading <3

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

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This was a WIP that I never finished...I had a portion for Toji and Ino in the works, but I just haven't had time to get around to it, and unless y'all REALLY want their parts, I probably never will. Still, I hope you enjoy <3 As always, feel free to message me if you have any requests.

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Gojo Satoru - Eyes on Me!

“Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight? Because if I haven’t, I’d like to get something off my chest - I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you came downstairs, baby.”

“Satoru!” You gasp, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

You hated how your boyfriend could waltz into the room and just say whatever was on his mind. His unbelievable self-confidence was ruinous - how were you meant to combat the constant barrage of sweet words he throws your way? You feel bad for Nanami, who just rolls his eyes and abandons your conversation, opting to go get a drink in the kitchen. 

He was smart enough to know that you ceased to properly function when your silver-tongued boyfriend was around. In his defense, he couldn't help it, not when your reactions were so precious. He loved the way you froze up, and how your mouth would open and close without a word coming out. He revelled in the way your skin was warm to the touch when he spoke so brazenly, in how you couldn’t even look him in the eye afterwards.

“Yes, baby?” He questioned, grinning at the bashful look on your face. 

“Sorry, was that too much?”

“You’re not sorry at all!” you start with a groan, dragging a hand down your face, “Have you no shame, Satoru? You scared off Nanami!”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Then I get to have my beautiful baby aaaaall to myself. Sucks that we’re out here, or I’d show you just how beautiful I think you are,” he added with a whisper.

He thumbs at the hem of your shirt, but you’re so done with his bullshit. You hate how it barely took anything to get you all hot in the face, and you hate how much he clearly enjoys it. He was a charmer and he knew it, but it didn’t mean he could belittle you like this. Sometimes it made you feel small, like you couldn’t live up to the version of you that he had in his head. 

You spin around, something feral glinting in your eyes. “Let’s go upstairs, then. You can show me just how beautiful you think I am.”

The frantic blink blink blink of his eyes would almost be comical if you weren’t so determined to remind him that you could be flashy and brazen. Two could play this game, after all.

“O-okay!” He just about stumbled over himself as he followed you upstairs. 

You apologize in your head to whoever owns this house - Yaga? - because their spare room was about to look like a crime scene when you were done with him. 

A house party usually means someone stumbling upstairs, drunk, and getting laid, but you were as sober as could be. This was deliberate - you were going to remind Gojo that even his title as “strongest” couldn’t save him from you.

You slip into the first empty room you can find and shove him in first, gently clicking the lock behind you. It’s dark, but you can make out the outline of a neatly made bed and a barren nightstand. You pray to every god imaginable that this room is a guest room as Gojo crowds you against the door, eyes aglow.

“Fuck, I love when you’re assertive like that, sweet cheeks,” he says, stealing a quick kiss between words. 

“Let’s get you undressed, hm?”

“Off, Toru,” you say, wiggling your way out from between him and the door. 

“You strip and get on the bed. Let me at least get the lights, please? Not all of us have six eyes to guide us.”

There it is again - that owlish blink - but he obeys without hesitation, making his way towards the bed. He leaves a trail of clothes in his wake as you flick on the lights, and you let yourself admire the rippling muscles in his back before you start to derobe yourself. By the time you’re done taking off your clothes, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you curiously. 

You two certainly weren’t vanilla in bed by any means, but he had always been the one in control (except the one time he tried to get you to call him daddy - you quickly informed him you would NOT be doing that). This was new for both of you, but he clearly wasn’t opposed to it. If the stiffness of his untouched cock had anything to say about it, he seemed to be pretty damn into it. 

“So…” he started, dragging out the ‘o’ “Are you gonna come over here, or what? I’m getting kinda bored!” Gojo whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout.

You roll your eyes, but make your way over to him. His eyes roam your body, and you pray he can’t see how much it’s affecting you. You try to keep your gaze steely, but you can’t help but look. He’s got goosebumps running up his arms and legs, and his cock twitches when you stare at it just a bit too long. He’s biting his lip when your stare finally makes its way to his face, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust. 

Silently, you motion to him to move further into the sheets, and he does, looking at you expectantly once he’s right in the middle of the bed. 

“Alright baby,” you coo, moving to straddle him. “Be good for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says frantically, hands hovering tentatively over your hips.

You give him the go ahead, and he kneads his fingers into the flesh of your hips, grip already bruising as you grind down on him just right. 

He’s sensitive, more sensitive than he usually is, and you smirk down at him as he bites back a groan when your movements pick up.

“Feel good?” you do your best not to laugh when his head bobbles in response. “Aww, useless already? That’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you.”

“Want to put it in, can I?” His eyes meet yours, his tone dripping with  need. 

“Please, c-can I? Please, I’ve been guh-good, so good! Please please please, wanna feel you around me, see the outline of me in you, please!”

“Hmm, okay!” your hands reach down and you squeeze his cock hard, and your tone shifts. “On one condition. Can you do one little thing for me?”

His eyes are unfocused as you drag his angry tip teasingly against your entrance, but you won’t sink down until you’ve got your answer. 

“Well, Toru?”

“Mhm- I can do it, I can do it!”

You lean down and kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull away. 

“Eyes on mine, or we stop.”

Without waiting for a confirmation, you sink down, right to the base. He’s big, and it hurts at first, but the tears at your waterline are worth it for the fucked out look that overtakes Gojo’s face. He’s already babbling nonsense, a mix of frantic swears and pleas, but you ignore him, choosing to experimentally roll your hips instead. Your eyes are on his the whole time, almost unfeeling, and it turns him on the way that you’re using him right now. He was right - you look absolutely stunning tonight.The sheen of sweat that covered your skin gave you a faint glow under the light of the room. 

Nothing was more beautiful to him, he thought to himself, than you using him like an over-sized dildo.

“Might as well be,” you comment, something mean hiding in your gaze. “You’re-hah-not exactly doing much but laying there and taking it.”

Oh fuck, did he say that out loud? 

“‘m not! You’re just-ngh-ridin’ me so guh-good, can’t help it!”

You rub a thumb across his cheek, wiping away the tears (when did he start crying?). Your touch is far more gentle than the brutal pace you set with your hips. It’s bordering on painful, but the friction is so delicious you’re unable to stop as his cock slides against your velvet walls. He almost forgets your request, but when his eyes flutter shut and you freeze on top of him, looking down at him expectantly.

“W-why did you stop?” he sobs, eyes flying open. “C’mon, I was being so good-”

“I had one request, Gojo,” you say, tone cold. 

“One request, and you couldn’t even do it. God, you’re pathetic. Got your dick a little wet and all that talk went out the door, huh?”

He whined, his hands reaching to grip your hips. He weakly tries to move you up and down his dick, legs twitching underneath you, but you won’t move. He really won’t look at you now - eyes anywhere but your face as he tries to buck up into your soft, wet heat. You know that if he really wanted to, the ball would be in his court again. He could overpower you in a second and take what he wants, but he won’t - he’s a good boy at heart.

“Are you done now?” you ask, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at me.”

His eyes find yours again, searching them for a reprieve, but instead his breath catches at the look in your eyes. Despite just how mean you’re treating him, there’s something soft hiding in the glint of your eyes as you look down at him. You feel his heartbeat explode under your hand, and you let out a small huff. You grab his hand and he gives you a curious look, but as you raise it to your own chest he swears there’s nothing else in the universe but you. Your heartbeat is frantic under his fingertips, and when you look up at his face again, you think you see hearts in his eyes. But the moment passes, as all moments do, and you bring his hand back down to the sheets. Suddenly, he’s hyperaware of just how stupid he must look under you right now - hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes teary - but he won’t look away. He thinks if you stop again he might die. 

It made him nervous, seeing how composed you were above him, looking like some sort of deity. The eye contact had embarrassment clawing at him from under his skin, and a flush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest. Everything in him screamed look away, look away! but he couldn’t. There was nothing in this room, in the universe, but you you you and the way your body molded into his.

You weren’t faring much better. His eyes had always been mesmerizing, but there was something addicting to seeing them from this angle and watching them blur with tears. He was looking at you with reverence, with an unconditional sort of love, and it made your walls flutter around him. The rock of your hips started to get unsteady and you reached desperately for his hand, lacing your fingers together once you found purchase. 

You maintained eye contact with him as you pulled it against your chest so he could feel the steady thump thump of your erratic heartbeat against his skin. His hips bucked up on their own, but you could barely care - not when his fat tip rubbed against your sweet spot just right with every bounce.

“Fuh-fuck, baby, can I?” he moaned, eyes teary. 

“Can I, puh-please?”

He didn’t have to say it - you know what he’s begging for. But what fun is it if you let him have what he wants so easily?

“Can you what, baby? Are you asking me to stop?”

Your pace drops to a slow grind, hitting your sweet spot perfectly but not giving him nearly as much friction as he needs to let go. The whine he lets out at the loss of friction is desperate, and he can no longer hold back the waterworks. You reach down to wipe away the tears, feigning concern.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought this is what you wanted. You couldn’t use your big boy words, so I just had to assume, you know.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll do better next time, just please go faster, please, I’m b-begging you!”

You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. “So needy, aren’t you? Well, I guess you did ask nicely…”

“S-so, nicely, please? I want it so bad, need it, please please please?”

Always one for dramatics, even when his brain is mush, you note, but at this point you’re also starting to feel a little bit desperate. You want to drag it out more but you can’t, not when his gushing head brushes your sweet spot for the nth time. 

You try to keep your cool demeanor, but it starts to slip when you watch Gojo’s pretty pink lips form the most perfect little ‘o’ as your hips speed up. He’s still watching you intently; brilliant blue eyes locked on yours. You shoot him a sweet little smile before speaking again.

“You’re doing so good baby,” your voice shaky as your peak nears. “So good I might just let you cum. Are you ready to cum?”

A pathetic, needy look flashes across his features, and he begins to blubber out pleas.

“So ready, the r-readiest, never been more ready in my life!” He's struggling to keep eye contact now, but he’s trying your best (and you’re close) so you let it slide.

“Can I, can I please? Please, m-mommy, need it, I need to cum in you, fill you up, please!”

His pleas send you over the edge and your orgasm crashes over you uncontrollably, frantically clasping his hand in yours as it does.

“Cum with me, baby, c-cum, cum.”

He wails, hips bucking violently as he’s finally allowed release. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes open, too, as your orgasm sweeps over you. There’s something so strangely intimate about this moment as you both rut into each other, riding out your highs. Every ounce of love, every word he hasn’t said, he pours into his gaze, and you into yours. There’s a sort of magic in the moment, an almost tangible buzzing in the air around you two. 

There’s a flicker of something in the corner of his eyes, a flash of blue lightning, and the nearby light explodes as his eyes finally roll back. If you were more aware you’d realize that Gojo had felt so good he had lost control of his jujutsu, but the jolt of pleasure-pain from the electricity at his fingertips is enough to send your eyes rolling back, too. 

When you finally manage to stop the shaky roll of your hips, you look down at Gojo, smiling softly at him. He always managed to look insanely gorgeous in every moment, and you couldn’t help but admire him as he came down from his high. You’re still holding hands, and he gives yours a gentle squeeze, looking absolutely lovesick. 

You want to deal with the broken glass, you really do, but instead you gently lift your hips and flop down next to him, exhausted. 

Later, you’d find out that power went out across the whole block, and that the party downstairs definitely knew what you two were up to, but for now, you’re content.

Well, you were content. Suddenly, you shoot up, peering over at your boyfriend, just now processing what he had babbled earlier.

“Did you call me mommy earlier?”

He flushes, looking anywhere but you. “Shut up!!”

You laugh, letting it go for now. A conversation for another time, you suppose. You lay back down, pulling him into your chest. You don’t quite know what took over you tonight, but you’re glad. Because sometimes, your stupid cocky boyfriend needed to be reminded that you weren’t just beautiful - you were deadly.

Geto Suguru - Touch Me, Touch Me!

“Suguru.”

“My love.”

“Suguru.”

“My love?”

You can’t even look him in the eye right now. You don’t have to, because you can picture the smug, self-assured look on his face without actually seeing him. You’re out for dinner with your friends - Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami - and yes, perhaps you wanted to be somewhere else, too, but your boyfriend was being insufferable. Whispering little things into your ear, about how ravishing you look tonight and what he’s going to do to you later and how he’s obsessed with every little thing about you. And honestly? You were sick of it. Not only was he making it impossible to enjoy the night out with your mutual friends, but the warm buzz of arousal under your skin was making it hard for you to sit still. The smugness in his eyes as he watched you clench your thighs together was enough for something more akin to anger to bubble up. The image of him, on his knees, begging for just a touch had you grinning right back at him. He tilted his head, almost as if asking “what?”, but you gently shook your head, rejoining the conversation with your friends. 

Biding your time proved to be worth it. The more you refused to acknowledge your boyfriend’s advances, the more desperate he got. 

“How about we get out of here, hm? I’m starting to get a little bored, and I can think of something far more fun for us to do.” The teasing lilt of his voice and the predatory smirk usually had you biting your cheek and looking away, but you held your ground. Instead, your eyes moved to meet his, trying your best to remain nonchalant.

“Well I’m having fun,” you start, reaching over to squeeze his upper thigh. “So just sit still and look pretty for a little longer, okay? I know you’re impatient, my love, but you can wait a little longer, can’t you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You bit back a smile as confusion made its way to Suguru’s face. Mocking him, telling him to wait? You’d never done that, ever. Before he gets a chance to retort, you turn yourself back to Shoko and pick your conversation back up, leaving your hand on his thigh. 

As the night dragged on, even you were starting to get bored. Somehow, Gojo had managed to get a drink, and, immediately drunk, began rambling on about his students and their adventures. You’re sure these stories would be interesting if he was hiccuping between words and taking long pauses mid-story to remember the story at all. Suguru had warned you that Gojo was a lightweight, but you were still surprised by how low his tolerance was. 

Despite the drag, you had a bit of entertainment at the tip of your fingers. Quite literally, for that matter - Suguru’s thigh remained in your grip, and whenever you felt the urge, you’d give it a squeeze. If he was lucky, you might even brush over his dick first, which had stiffened noticeably since you had started your antics. You were starting to understand why he teased you all the time - his reactions were so delicious - and while he wasn’t forgiven by any means, you figured a little payback was in order.

When a (very drunk) Gojo finally got around to paying the bill, you had to try your best not to jump at the chance to leave. You loved your friends, but you had been sitting on a landmine since you’d started teasing Suguru. You had to be careful - push him too far, and he grabs whatever semblance of control you’ve created right out of your hands.

The drive home is silent. You hadn’t drank, so you grabbed the keys out of his hands, giving him a sly grin. Control is a fickle thing, so you tread lightly as you pull the car in. One misstep, and you lose. But you’re pretty confident you’ve got him right where you want him when he can barely manage to get the keys into the door. Yaga (bless his soul) had agreed to watch the girls for the night, so you two had the house to yourselves. 

You watch patiently as he locks the door. He turns around to say something, but you put a finger up to your lips and grab his hand with your free one. Quickly, as to not lose your momentum, you drag him to the bedroom. You guide him to the bed, gently pushing him to sit up against the headboard. You strip yourselves of your clothes, and try to ignore the burn of his eyes as they drink you in. You wanted to tease him some more, but he could see the desperation in the slight tremble of your hands - you needed this just as much as he did.

You sink into the bed across from him, just far enough away that he can’t reach. “Hands to yourself, okay?”

“My love, you can’t be serious-”

“Hands to yourself. And that’s final, Suguru.”

You reach down to touch yourself, gently rubbing your entrance with two teasing fingers. You make sure to exaggerate how good you make yourself feel - a twitch of the leg here, a flutter of the eyes there - and his hands are already gripping the sheets, knuckles white. You suck your own fingers into your mouth, mimicking the motions of giving him head, and pull off of them with an obscene pop! Still fully clothed, you watch his cock jump in his pants, straining against the tight fabric. You grin lazily, and look him right in the eyes as you insert your fingers into your entrance. Your eyes do actually flutter this time as you curl your fingers just right, finding that spongy sweet spot deep inside of you. Your fingers barely reached it, and briefly, you miss the feeling of Suguru’s long, thick fingers, but the drunken look on his face was worth the struggle. 

“Hah- haven’t even touched you and you’re already leaking, aren’t you, Sugu? Does it feel good, watching me touch myself?”

“S-shut up!” A deep red flush overtook his cheeks, spreading so far that his neck glowed a beautiful cherry red. 

“Lay down.”

“What?”

“I won’t ask again,” you say, eyes glowing dangerously. “Lay. Down.”

He moves to lay down, eyes searching yours for an answer, but he finds one when you move to hover over his face. His hands move up to grip your thighs, but you swat them away.

“Did you already forget your manners, Suguru? I asked you to keep your hands to yourself. Can you not follow one, simple instruction?”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he cries out, tears gathering at his waterline. “Can I touch you, please? Need it, need you-”

“Hmm, let me think about it…” you look down at him, biting back a grin at the hopeful look in his eyes. “Nope! Sorry sugar, you’ll have to wait your turn. In the meantime, do you think you can touch yourself for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” he says, frantically fumbling to get his pants far enough down for his cock to spring out. You hear it thump! against his shirt, and, at a glance, he’s leaking. Fat globs of precum are dripping from his angry, red tip, and the vein that runs so pretty up the side of his cock is bulging out. He reaches a hand down to touch himself, but you stop him, grabbing his hand. You bring his hand up to your face and look him right in the eyes as you spit into his palm. An almost pornographic moan slips from his mouth, and his eyes roll back when you guide his spit-soaked hand down to his neglected cock. Once he’s set a somewhat steady pace fisting his pathetic cock, you reach down to toy with yourself again, staring down at Suguru with lidded eyes. His eyes are fixated on your now glistening entrance, your fingers going in and out tantalizingly. 

He doesn’t know what’s possessing him to listen to you - both of you know he’s more than strong enough to flip you both over and take what he wants - but there’s something so hot about the way you’re looking down on him, as if he’s not even worth your time. As if he doesn’t deserve your presence, but you’re kind enough to give it to him anyways. 

He can’t help the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “D-don’t deserve you baby-hnngh-don’t deserve you! Th-thank you for letting me touch my p-puh-pathetic cock, thank you thank you thank you-”

You cut him off, clenching around your fingers at just how broken he sounded. “You’re welcome, baby. So beautiful like this, all spread out underneath me. Do you know why you’re not allowed to touch me?”

“I-I dunno, ‘m sorry.” he says with a pout. His brows furrowed in concentration, but the cross of his eyes and the tears clinging to his waterline told you all you needed to know.

“Aww, baby, fucked dumb already?” you say, tone sickly sweet. “Didn’t even touch you and you’re already about to squirt.”

He squirms under you, teary eyes blinking up at you owlishly. “‘ts not s-squirt, ‘m not a g-guh-girl! I’m not-mgnh!”

You let out a mean laugh at his pathetic protests. “No? Sure are squealing like one, sugar. Open your mouth for me.”

He does as he’s told, his tongue lolling out uselessly. You reach down with your free hand and hold his mouth open with your thumb and pointer finger and spit, right onto his tongue. 

You hold him there for a little longer, watching him gurgle on your spit and his own moans. “Alright, baby: swallow.”

He gulps loudly, and a slew of broken ah ah ah!s spew out of his mouth. You can see that he’s getting close - the unfocused look in his eyes and the buck of his hips up up up from the bed told you that much - and you’re not too far off, yourself. Your domineering, teasing boyfriend was a total wreck underneath you, squealing and moaning like a pornstar. You could’ve probably cum untouched from the sight, really.

“Gonna come already?” you sneer, snarling down at him. “You’re gonna cum, fisting your pathetic cock like a slut?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, g’nna cum,” he groans out, eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “Ooooh, I’m gonna cum, please please please, need to cum, can I? Hnngh! Can’t hold it, please, cum cum cum-”

“Pull your hand away.”

He borderline screams in frustration as he rips his hand away from his swollen cock, just to actually scream when you quickly move down his body and sink down on his cock. You sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the stretch so intense but so perfect that you couldn’t complain. You were so close you were sure a couple bounces would be all it would take. So you immediately throw yourself into a monstrous pace, the room filling with the wet shlap! of your hips meeting his. 

You lock eyes with him, only for a moment, but it’s all you need. “Cum.”

As if on command, you feel him twitch inside of you, and the splash of his warm cum filling your insides. You lose control of your hips as you bounce wildly, chasing your own orgasm. You miss the way Suguru’s eyes roll back as your own find the inside of your skull, and you cum around him. It’s perhaps the strongest orgasms of both of your lives, and by the time you come down, your legs are shaking and your inner thighs are coated with a gross mix of both of your fluids. The room smells of sex and sweat, and the only sound in the room is the quiet pants of both of you as you try to find some sort of grasp on reality again. 

“F-fuck, my love, what the hell was that?” 

You laugh, a beautiful sound, as you carefully lift your hips to pull his softening cock out of you. “Was sick of your attitude, someone had to do something.”

“Give a guy a warning next time,” he says, throwing an arm over his face to hide the embarrassed flush of his skin. “Don’t think I’ve ever come that fast.”

“Mhm, me neither,” you admit. “Wonder if I can break that record next time…”

“Next time?? My love, you can’t be serious-”

You giggle as you head off to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean him up with. “Sorry, what was that?? I think you’re cutting out!”

“We’re talking in real life-get back here!”

Sukuna Ryomen - So Good You Might Just Taste Heaven on Your Tongue

Sukuna Ryomen was not known for his flattery. He did not go out of his way to tell you that he “loved you” or “cared for you”, or any nonsense like that. Instead he was rather blunt. Anything that came out of his mouth he believed to be the absolute truth. Which is why it was so much more flustering than if he was actually trying to flatter you. He doesn’t just mean the things he says - he believes that everyone should, too. 

“Your eyes look like heaven, petal.”

“I want to hold you this instant. My arms feel empty without you in them.”

“I planted the roses in the garden because I was inspired by your beauty, but their colors seem dull whenever you walk past.”

He doesn’t hold his tongue, either. He’s the King of Curses, after all. He had no reason toe - anyone who dared scoff or even laugh at the way he spoke about you met a swift, gruesome end. He’s never minded a bit of blood, anyways.

You, on the other hand, aren’t so forward. You were more in the subtlety - a brush of the hand, a flutter of the eyelash, a love note hidden in between the pages of a book. You’re not used to the brashness in which Sukuna speaks, and he was almost confused by your flustered state at first. He was simply speaking the truth, after all. He had no reason to lie to you, his sweet petal. But as time passed, and he began to understand your silly human customs,  he found your silly faces quite…endearing. There was something special about being the only one who could pull those expressions from you.

“Ryo, stop!”

Like now, for instance. He had simply told you that your eyes glittered like diamonds in the sunlight, and suddenly those same eyes were looking anywhere but his face. You hated when he did this, and he knew it, but it was so hard to resist when your lovely lips had already pulled themselves into a cute little pout. How was he to help himself? You had yourself propped on the loveseat next to the window, animatedly telling him about your day. He had chosen to splay himself on the bed (he had honestly hoped you would have chosen to sit on his lap instead, but when it comes to you, he would take what he could get). Anyone would’ve noticed the way the sun caught in your eyes and made them glow, he was sure. Why else would he be so enraptured by it?

“Sorry, petal,” he said, anything but sorry. “Not my fault you’re beautiful, is it?”

“It’s my parents’ fault, actually.”

“Ha ha.”

This was your usual tactic: attempting to hide your embarrassment behind a joke or two. You knew the sudden loss of eye contact and the nervous fiddling of your hands gave you away, but you like to pretend that you’re getting away with it each time (even when you both know you’re not). 

“C’mere,” Sukuna beckoned with a lazy curl of his finger. 

“Sick of you being all the way over there. Plenty of room for both of us on the bed, petal.”

“Oh, are you now?” You ask, but you’re already moving to get up.

In a moment of boldness (stupidity?) you plop yourself right onto his lap, straddling his thighs. You’re looking right at him, and now you’ve caught him off guard. You couldn’t tell from his face, but the tips of his ears were colored a bright red and it made you grin, something warm curling in your lower abdomen. It’s not often that you get to turn the tables like this on your stoic boyfriend. 

You run a gentle hand up his chest, moving to gently cradle his face. He leans into your touch, eyes curious as you thumb at his lips. He lets them part and you lean in, gently locking your lips with his. It starts sweet, as all kisses do, but the heat in your stomach doesn’t disappear, and the kisses become more frantic. Your hips cant against his once, twice, before you pull away for air.

“Where’d this come from, petal? Not that I’m complaining.” Sukuna says, eyes lidded.

“Dunno,” you murmur, guiding him to lay down against the plush of the sheets. “Want to find out?”

“God, you’re hot when you take what you want.”

“Thanks,” you say, breath hot against his neck. 

It made a shiver run down his spine and a heat rush down to his cock. You feel it twitch against you and you grin up, teasing, but he won’t look you in the eyes. You huff, pinching his cheeks between your hands, turning his face so he can’t look anywhere but you.

“You’re beautiful too, y’know,” you say, looking down at him so earnestly that he can’t help but gaze up at you.

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself ‘beautiful’, petal.”

And in that moment you’re hit with utter certainty that no one had ever called him beautiful but you. The scars he bore and the weight he carried on his shoulders made him a threat to everyone around him, curses and sorcerers alike. And you knew that, sure, but sometimes it’s easy to forget that he had always been that. There was no happy childhood, no middle school crushes, no family to remind him that a part of him was human at all. But he truly was naturally very beautiful - he just never had the luxury of being allowed to be so.

You sigh, shaking your head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

The flush reaches beyond his ears this time, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. “I’m quite certain that’s not true.”

You frown, but something in your eyes glints, feral. “Let’s start with your face, hm? Perfect cheekbones, soft lips, pretty ruby eyes, just the most rideable nose…mhm, mind if I show you just how beautiful your face is?”

He smirks, the sharp point of his canines peeking over his lower lip. “If you’re implying that you’re going to ride my face, then by all means petal, go right ahead.”

You know that you’re only holding some semblance of control because he wants you to have it, but there’s still a rush of heat in your veins at the idea of using his face to get off. You strip your pants and underwear in one fell swoop, flinging them onto the floor carelessly. They were a problem for later - right now, you were going to ride Sukuna’s face to kingdom come.

“Don’t move.” you say, moving to straddle his face. 

His hands move to grab your hips, but you slap them away, sending him a warning look. He looks up at you, clearly amused, but he humors you anyways, letting his hands fall back to his side. You sink down, nice and slow, letting out a gentle sigh as his tongue makes contact with your entrance.

He laps at you gently, eyes fluttering as he tastes your essence on his tongue. A low groan grumbles out of his throat, and the vibrations against your flesh make you sink deeper on him.

Usually, his hands would sink into the meat of your hips, guiding your entrance against his eager tongue, but he was being surprisingly good, letting you take what you want without a complaint. Your hand slides down into the soft tufts of his hair, gently sifting your fingers through it before giving it a sharp tug as his tongue reaches a sweet spot inside you. You consider apologizing, but at the way his hazy eyes look up at you almost reverently, you know he wants this. Wants you to use him like he’s nothing more than a toy, like he’s just meant to be an appendage to your pleasure.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask before you can stop yourself. 

“You like being under me like this.”

Shit. You definitely should’ve kept that to yourself - even when it’s true, Sukuna doesn’t like to be made less than, especially by a mere mortal. You lift your hips off of him, keen on apologizing, when a whine tears from his throat at the loss.

“G-get your hips back down here, damn it,” he demands harshly, refusing to actually return your curious gaze.

You huff softly, surprised he’s letting you take it this far. While he didn’t really ask as much as he commanded you to return to your original position, the fact that he hadn’t simply pulled you back down himself was very telling. You decide that perhaps you should test your luck. No matter the outcome, you’re guaranteed a good time, after all.

“Is that how we ask for things?” you ask, disappointment clear in your tone.

“Try again.”

“Are you serious, petal?” he responds, incredulously. “If you’re asking me to beg, I will do no such thing.”

“Okay,” you say, shifting to straddle his chest. “Then you won’t get what you want.”

He’s about to retort, but it’s caught in his throat as you let out a gentle sigh, hand moving to slip your fingers into your leaking entrance. Your other hand presses firmly on his abdomen, just above where his twitching members were begging to be touched.

He’s above this - he’s the King of Curses, damn it - but when your eyes flutter as your too short fingers just barely brush your sweet spot, his resolve crumbles just a bit. He reaches for you, rough hands circling your waist as he tries to move you back up to his drooling mouth.

“Sukuna.”

Your voice is low, commanding, and for the first time in his long life, he listens without a second thought. Hands drop back to his side mindlessly, like his body could do nothing but obey your saccharine voice. 

“Good boy.”

You return to touching yourself, perched on his chest like you own him, and he seethes underneath you. How dare you do this to him, reduce him to nothing more than a dog begging for scraps. He tells himself that he’s letting you have your fun, that soon he’ll flip you over and take what he wants from you, yet he can’t take his eyes off your glistening entrance. It’s mesmerizing the way your fingers slide in and out, and the wet shlick of your entrance has him salivating. He wants to taste you on his tongue, to be the thing drawing those perfect little noises out of you, but instead he’s resigned to watching you please yourself.

The way you look down at him is almost mocking, and he snarls when he finally snaps out of his reverie to look up at you.

“So? Are you going to try again? I believe in you, ‘Kuna.”

“Fuck off!” he growls, eyes sharp. “F-fuck you, damn it! I’ll only say this one more time: get your hips back down here. Now, petal.”

You laugh, a tinkling sound, because you’re smart enough to know that if Sukuna really wanted you to give in to his words, he would’ve already grabbed you and put you in your place. He would never say it out loud, but the flush of his face and the hint of submission glittering in his eyes was enough to tell you that he wanted you to break him. Force him to beg until he was so humiliated he lost himself. 

“‘Kuna. Look at me.”

The second he does, he regrets it. The sadistic glint in your eyes does something to him, and something warm sits in his abdomen that he can’t quite explain. He’s never been this turned on in his life (not that he’d ever admit that to you), and he tries his best to keep his harsh demeanor.

“What is it? Finally giving in, brat?”

“Funny,” you say, leaning down and sinking your teeth into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

His head tilts to allow you better access, and you like a long stripe up the side of his neck, nibbling at spots that you know are sensitive. He tries to remain still under you, but when you bite a particular sensitive spot he jolts as if he’s been shocked. His mouth is pressed into a thin line, a sad attempt to keep any noises from escaping. 

As you mark up his neck, one of your hands reaches down to toy with your entrance again. You’re soaked, and your essence is starting to leave a wet spot on Sukuna’s shirt from how much you’re absolutely dripping. If you weren’t so set on making your goliath of a boyfriend break, you’d be tempted to bring yourself to completion right here, right now.

“H-hey, brat.”

You glance up at him, curious. He seems to be expecting a proper response, but you decide he doesn’t deserve one, opting to raise a brow at him instead.

“You win, alright? I’m done with your games. If I must beg to make you cease your nonsense, then I will.”

You wait, but he says nothing else. You roll your eyes, bringing your hand that’s covered in your essence to hover right over his lips.

“I’m waiting, Sukuna. Will you be good for me now?”

“I’ve never been good a day in my life, you know that, petal-”

“Ryomen.”

You feel the shudder he lets out at you finally using his first name, enjoying the way that even words could draw out such a cute reaction from your usually stoic boyfriend.

“Fine, whatever. I will be ‘good’, sure. Just sit on my face again, won’t you? See, now I’m asking. Is that better for you, petal? Am I finally being ‘good’?”

He’s grinning, cocky, like he’s about to win some sort of prize, and suddenly you can’t help but bring a hand down, slapping him harshly right across the face. The sound echoes through his chambers as he blinks in disbelief, unable to believe that you just slapped him.

“Good? You think that was being good?” You seethe, seeing red. 

“If you don’t fix your god damn attitude, I’m going to make you watch me cum over and over again and let your pathetic dicks wet your pants with precum. Let them turn purple with need, soaking your pants like a dog in heat, and then I’m going to leave you here to jerk them off alone, knowing it won’t feel nearly as good as even my heels digging into them. Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to slap some sense into you again?”

“Crystal.” he swallows, throat dry. 

Suddenly it was so warm in here. You were right - he was feeling just like a dog in heat, pitifully licking his chops at the idea of tasting you. He was certain his underwear was ruined, tainted with globs of sticky precum that was absolutely gushing out of his cocks at the way you were treating him. He wanted you to hit him again, slap him like he was nothing, just do anything to him.

“Okay then, last chance, Sukuna. Beg.”

He closes his eyes. Fuck, was he really going to do this? Let some puny mortal, a feeble human, no less, walk all over him like this? He was a king, the most feared creature in all of the lands, and yet - 

“Fine then. If you don’t have it in you, then I’ll just-”

“No, please!”

You grin, feral, at his response. You don’t move, letting him look up at you like he’s going to die without you on top of him.

“F-fuck, what have you done to me?” he says, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“Please, petal. Don’t make me ask again, please? Need to taste you on my tongue, stop teasing me, damn it, I’ll be good, I’ll be whatever you want, just…please.”

He’s flushed red, and you save him any further embarrassment by moving to straddle his face again.

“Good boy, Ryo.”

His eyes roll back as you finally sink back down on his face, tasting your sweet nectar on his tongue. He’s been waiting too long, and he claws at the sheets when he finally has you.

He’s letting out the cutest little sounds against your entrance, sending a pleasant vibration through your core, and you thread your fingers through his hair again. All the teasing you’ve done to yourself has your orgasm barrelling at you, and you’d be embarrassed if Sukuna wasn’t absolutely drunk on your taste.

“God, f-fuck, just like that, Ryo,” you murmur, hips canting against his face.

He doesn’t respond, too lost in the way you’re dripping on his tongue. You're grinding down so hard that he can barely breathe, but he could care less about air right now - all he can think about is you you you. You riding his face so perfectly, you all dressed in white, you with a pretty little ring on your finger. Just you as a part of his forever.

“Ryo, ‘m gonna!” you say breathlessly, hips beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.

He knows you told him not to, but he can’t allow himself to miss a single drop of your cum, and his hands come up to grip your thighs and dig your entrance right into his waiting mouth. As your eyes roll back, his do too, and he thinks for a moment that he might just cum in his pants. Your grip on his hair is lethal, and it’s doing things to him as you use him to ride out your high. The sickening twist in his guts lets him know that he likes this, perhaps a bit too much - being merely an object to your pleasure, a means to an end.

And you - you’re looking down at him with such devotion, and as his eyes meet yours, there’s nothing short of pure adoration in your gaze. You frantically fumble to move down, a gentle hand reaching to thumb at his cheek as you take him in. He looks far too wrecked to have not been touched, and yet, without looking, you knew he was good enough to keep his hands off his dicks without you asking. Your bare pelvis brushes against the outline in his jeans as you shift to straddle him, grinning at the way he groans low in his throat. You laugh airly at this, swiftly moving to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. You can still taste the remnants of yourself on him as his hand finds the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to his. You want to remind him not to touch, but your body can’t resist how sweetly he kisses you, like you two are the only people on the Earth.

He pulls away, eyes tracing your features, an unreadable look on his face. You don’t have time to question him before he’s already speaking his mind.

“Alright, you minx,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve had enough. It’s my turn now.”

Before you can retort, he’s flipping you both over, a sharp glint of something ruthless in his eyes. You gulp, suddenly so small under his gaze.

“Let me remind you who’s really in charge, hm?”

[coldfanbou]

SYLM Side Story: Looking Good, Feeling Good

Alrighty, today we have a little side story to my Twice series. We get to see the fun Mina and Momo get up to when it's just the two of them.

Length 2.1K

Momo X Mina

Momo smiled as she placed a bag down on the table in front of Mina. The younger woman cocked her head, “What’s this?”

“Some clothes for us to wear the next time we meet with a certain someone,” Momo said with a slight smirk. Mina turned her head, blushing slightly as she thought about what Momo meant. 

Momo reached into the back and grabbed a set of clothing, tossing it to Mina. “Here, put these on.” Momo grabbed her friend’s hand and dragged her along to the bedroom. The suddenness nearly had Mina drop the clothing. As they entered the room, both women stripped down and then dressed themselves in the clothing Momo had bought. “This is going to make him go crazy for us. Just think, if we showed up at his house dressed like this. He won’t be able to resist us.” 

Mina patted her lap, pouting as she pulled the hem of her skirt down as far as it could go. “Isn’t this a little short?’ she asked, looking over to Momo, who was looking at herself in the mirror with a smile. 

“No, this is perfect!” She said, turning around to face her roommate. “He’ll love it and barely be able to keep his hands off us.

“I just think it’s a little embarrassing, don’t you? You can almost see my butt because of how short this skirt is.”

“You say that like he hasn’t seen you naked,” Momo responded, sticking her tongue out. Momo was right, but it didn’t make Mina feel any better about the outfit she wore. It wasn’t the most revealing thing in the world, but her point still stood. Her outfit consisted of a short blue miniskirt, with the word four scrawled out on the front. Any movement that required her to bend over or squat would show something off. Mina didn’t have a problem with the tops at least, they covered her well, zipping up in the middle and stopping at her neck. 

“You know what I mean,” Mina whined, filling her cheeks with air and puffing them out. 

Momo laughed and squished Mina’s cheeks together. “This outfit is just for him. It’s been a while since we've had the chance to do it together.”

“Yeah, but you did it with him and Chaeyoung.” Mina mumbles, her face squished by the younger woman. “I should get another turn with him.”

Momo leans in, “You want your daddy to cum in you again?” The younger woman smirked, knowing that it was embarrassing for Mina to hear that. Mina’s face turned red, and she looked away, pursing her lips. “I may not be your daddy, but I can help you,” Momo said, pressing her lips against Mina’s, pushing her onto her back. Momo’s hand drifted under the younger woman’s skirt. She rubbed Mina’s slit through her panties, earning herself soft moans from her roommate. “How long has it been since we had fun together, just the two of us?” Momo asked, not getting a response from Mina as the younger woman was too busy moaning as Momo slipped her fingers under her panties. Momo gently tapped against Mina’s slit, when her roommate’s mouth opened to moan she snuck her tongue inside, playing with hers. 

Momo knew just what buttons to press with Mina; the two had been intimate with each other so many times over the years, they knew each other’s bodies like the back of their hands. Momo moved her fingers in small circles around Mina’s sensitive clit.

Mina arched her back and craned her neck, breaking the kiss. As pleasure flooded her body, she reached for Momo’s zipper, pulling it down to free the older woman’s tits. Mina’s hand shook, but she reached forward, gripping the large heavy mounds and squeezing them roughly as she felt Momo’s fingers push into her cunt. “M-momo,” she whined, her body tensing as Momo rubbed her walls. The older woman leaned down and sucked on Mina’s neck marking her body.

Mina pursed her lips, trying to hold back her moans as Momo’s control over her grew. She felt her roommate unzip her top, opening her shirt. Mina shut her eyes, waiting for Momo’s mouth, but it never came. She opened her eyes, wondering what the older woman was doing. Momo was staring right back at her, a wide, toothy smile on her face. “What’s wrong, baby?” She said in a low tone. “Is there something you want?” Momo was teasing Mina, wanting her to beg for more pleasure.

Mina pushed out her chest, her modest mounds out for the older woman, “Please play with my nipples,” she replied shyly. Momo nodded her head and leaned in, sticking out her tongue and running it along Mina’s soft nipples. She could feel the nub hardening the longer she teased it. When Mina’s nipple became stiff, Momo flicked it. It made Mina squirm. Momo’s warm and wet tongue was coating her nipple, playing with it in just the right way. “Ahh, more,” Mina moaned as the older woman bit down on her nipple and pulled it taut. Mina’s voice got caught in her throat. She could feel her climax approaching as Momo’s fingers picked up the pace at the same time. “C-cumming,” Mina managed to grunt, her body shaking as she held back her climax. 

“Cum for me.” Momo moaned into Mina’s ear, her fingers speeding up further to push the older woman over the edge. Mina’s hips thrust upward, she cries out in pleasure as she cums on Momo’s fingers. “That’s it baby, cum for me,” Momo whispered, her fingers continuing to rub Mina’s walls as they tightened around her. Mina’s lower body slowly falls back down, her legs shaking from her climax. She watches as her roommate brings her nectar-soaked fingers to her lips and sucks them clean.

Momo smiles at her, rubbing Mina’s cheek before stripping off her top and pulling down her skirt. “Do you want a little more?”

Mina nods. Her eyes follow Momo as she walks over to the drawer and pulls out a double-sided strapon. She watches as Momo puts it on, her hand stroking the fake cock as she walks back over to Mina. “Do you want to ride, or do you want me to do the work?” Mina considered her options for a second, deciding that she wanted to ride Momo’s strapon. Momo smiled and lay down on the bed, her hand rubbing the strapon as she waited for Mina to straddle her. Mina crawled over Momo slowly, giving her a kiss and grabbing at her tits as she leaned back. The younger woman reached down, aligning her wet slit with Momo’s cock before sitting on it, she felt the thick head spread her lips apart. It pushes inside her; it wasn’t as big as you were, but it would do. Mina made sure every inch was inside her before she began grinding against Momo. She moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of it inside her. Mina placed her hands on Momo’s chest, squeezing the older woman’s mounds, watching as the soft flesh filled the gaps between her fingers. Momo groaned, enjoying the way Mina was playing with her. She wanted more, though. Momo reached back and grabbed a handful of Mina’s cheeks, giving the firm pieces of flesh a quick squeeze before slapping them. It was a quick giddy up, a sign for Mina to start fucking herself on Momo’s faux cock.

Getting the message, Mina began to bounce on it. She rose, squatting over Momo’s crotch and jumping on the cock. Momo could feel the end inside her move; it brushed against her G-spot, making her moan harder. 

Both women were beginning to get lost in the pleasure they felt. Mina bounced on Momo’s cock quickly, she grabbed at her own breasts, squeezing the small mounds tightly in her hands as she chased another orgasm. She moved quickly along the shaft, coating it in her nectar; the faster she moved, the deeper it felt as she sent her body crashing into Momo’s crotch.

The act only got rougher as Momo grabbed Mina’s ass, gripping it tightly and slamming the younger woman down on her cock. Momo would thrust up, meeting her halfway. It shifted the toy inside her, making it all feel better.

“Harder,” Mina moaned, imagining it was you fucking her instead of Momo. Momo smiled, seeing the younger woman enjoy herself. She spanked the younger woman’s ass, earning her a small yelp. “That’s it, more,” she continued. Momo gave Mina another slap on the rear, and a stinging pain lingered where it landed. Momo knew that Mina wanted more. The young woman might’ve looked shy and pure when they were out in public, but Momo knew better than anyone who Mina really was. 

“It’s my turn to be on top,” Momo groaned, rolling Mina onto her back. The older woman pulled out without a word and forced Mina onto her hands and knees. Momo would give Mina all that she wanted. She grabbed the strapon and pushed back into Mina’s needy cunt, thrusting it all deep into her in one smooth motion. Mina groaned loudly as she felt the strapon hit deep inside her cunt. Her arms began to give way as Momo began to thrust without a care. Soon she was on her face, moaning wildly as Momo used her body. 

The older woman watched the way Mina’s as shook from each violent thrust, the way her flesh jiggled as it recoiled from the impacts. Momo knew what Mina really enjoyed and reached for her reddened ass. She grabbed one cheek moving it to the side to reveal Mina’s puckered asshole. Momo had decided to tease the younger woman a little. She used her thumb to circle her precious asshole. Mina’s growing moans were already a good sign that she had noticed what the older woman was doing. Momo smirked and circled the hole twice more before pushing her thumb inside. “Oh, god,” Mina groaned, feeling the second intrusion.

“Sorry, I just needed something to help grab onto,” Momo told her. It was a complete lie; both women knew it, but Mina wasn’t going to argue. She was too buy enjoying getting fucked. Mina arched her back and grabbed onto the bedding, begging for more from the older woman. Momo just smiled, reveling in the sight of Mina giving in to who she really was.

Momo could feel her orgasm building; the dildo inside of her was rubbing against her G-spot with every thrust. She was so close. She bit her lip as she tried to hold on; the moment she came, she would come to a complete stop. Momo brought her other hand down on Mina’s ass, making the piece of flesh grow a brighter red, her hand print almost visible after repeated strikes. “I-I’m cumming,” Mina moaned, her knuckles turning white as she got closer to the edge. Her muscles were tightening, with a few more thrusts Momo forced the younger woman to cum. Mina’s walls tightened around Momo’s cock, clamping down on it. Momo was only able to give her one more thrust before cumming herself. She buried the cock inside Mina. Momo’s body shook as she was overcome by the pleasure. She collapsed on top of Mina, her nipples rubbing against the younger woman’s back as she adjusted herself. 

“Fuck, that was good,” Momo moaned before kissing the back of Mina’s neck. “Should we send him a picture? You know, show him what he’s missing?” Momo asked with a devilish smirk. 

“Y-yeah, I think we should,” Mina replied through heavy breaths. Mina stretches her body to the nightstand and grabs her phone, pulling up the camera. She holds the camera at arm's length. She gives a piece of sign and Momo does too, their sweaty bodies on full display. Once the picture is taken, Momo pulls the strapon out of Mina and takes it off. The pair lay beside each other, with Mina sending you the image and attaching the message. “We had a little fun without you. I hope you can come by soon. I miss you.” Mina had debated writing that she missed your cock, but she felt embarrassed to be sending such a message and decided on the alternative. Once the message was sent Mina put her phone down and caught her breath for a moment, but only for a moment as Momo’s hands reached around her body, one tugging at her nipple while the other played with her cunt. 

“I think we should go another round,” Momo said, kissing the younger woman’s neck. The two continued to have fun for the next few hours, enjoying each other's company and taking turns being the dominant one.

[bunnyclawzz]

Okai hear me out. Nerd mark, he has a HUGE crush on you, like, HUGE. He's been in love with you since you're both like 12, but he has never talked to you since he's too shy. Now, he gets his power, getting a lil bit confident and realize that he can steal whatever he wants from your room when you're sleeping/not in your house

What stuff the different warrants would take from your room? How would they use it? Would they return it? 👀

Haii!! I was like, dying for a request like this because I know Mark is a weird little freak!! I haven’t written lengthy smut in a while so forgive me if this isn’t written too well 😓 It’s a bit longer than I intended it to be but that’s whateverr

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Warnings: Smut (not sex), clothes stealing, very freak/perv Mark, fem reader

Ever since he had first seen you back in middle school he's been head over heels. From day one he was completely enamored by you, he just did his best to hide his heart eyes for you...Which he always failed at doing.

He always watched from a distance like a stalker. Sitting in class admiring you year after year, eavesdropping on conversations just to hear your sweet voice, bumping into countless walls and people because he had been to distracted staring at you in the halls instead of paying attention to his surroundings. He knew had no chance of getting with you. Him, Mark Grayson, the guy who spends every Burger Mart paycheck on comics and collectibles dating you?? It's laughable! Then it happened. He finally got his powers after years of waiting for it to happen. He was of course ecstatic! He could fly, he got super strong,his stamina is so much better, he has enhanced senses!!

It took a long while for him to get used to it, of course. A lot of training and practicing to be a real hero. But as soon as he had it all under control? Being thee Invincible was the biggest ego boost ever. Becoming a hero, being on the news all the time, reporters practically begging to know more about him....it definitely made him confident. He would do extra long patrols just for the attention, just walking or flying wherever to "keep the city safe." Whilst on one of these extra long patrols he saw you. Nothing bad going on, just you walking home by yourself. Why would you ever do such a thing? You're so smart! You know what kind of things happen to people who walk alone late at night, so why would you even think to do it? He just can't have that! He had no option other than to walk you home safely! He loved how chatty you were the whole time, he doesn't even mind that the first time he gets a real conversation with you is as his hero persona

"What's it like fighting all the time?" "You seem so strong! Is it hard to workout and keep your strength? "What's flying like, it seems so fun to be able to do that!" All perfectly endearing questions which he Gladly answered for you as he walked beside you.

He got you home safely, walked you to the door and all like a real gentleman..and as soon as he realized he now knew exactly where you lived? Oh there was no stopping him and his stupid ideas. They stayed ideas at first! He didn't want to scare you by watching you from your window or sneaking in like he's been daydreaming about! But he could only fantasize so long before he acted on it.

It was as “normal” as stalking could be at first. Just watching your home from the sky-just to watch for any intruders, of course! What if someone tried to break in?! He had to be there to stop them! Just watching your home for at least an hour every day for five days. During that time he was able to pick up your schedule; when you left the house to go on a walk, or when you left to go shopping for hours on end, and how he noticed that you left your window open all the time. Yes, it’s just a small little crack, but honestly…you were practically inviting him inside with that.

Once he knew your home was completely empty, he flew down. He hesitated for a short second before he pushed the rest of your window open and slid inside. He was stunned for a moment. Your room really reflected you. All soft and sweetness. Just how he would imagine your room to be

He went to your bed first. Sat on your plush comforter like an awkward guest at first. It’s wrong, he thought to himself. What was he even doing in here? It’s gross really, why would anyone-and then he cuts his own thoughts short by shoving his face into your heart shaped pillow. He inhales deeply, practically huffing the thing. It smells just like you-his new heightened senses only help him. Smells just like you; from your hair products to your perfume and body oils/ perfume.

“Oh fuck….you can’t be real..” he murmured the words to himself between breathes, a hand already palming his bulge through the skin tight suit. “You can’t be human…such a f-fucking angel” he continued to speak to himself between breathes, his hand now clutching your still warm comforter as he grinds into your mattress. “Y-you smell so good-“ he murmured as if he was talking to you “-so perfect, baby” he groans as he tightens his hold on the pastel sheets. You already got him so close, nearing the edge from your sent alone, right about to tip over before he gasps and forces himself to sit up.

It’s wrong. Sneaking into his long term crushes room wad bad enough, but humping your bed was way too far!! He just felt so guilty about the thought of cumming in your room!

Unfortunately for you, that was only the first time he snuck in. The guilt and worry didn’t compare to the need and desperation he was feeling.

It became routine; waiting for your home to be empty, slipping inside, and perving around. The first few times he mainly just laid in your bed; daydreaming he was laying beside you, cuddling with you and not the pillow he held to his nose. The same one he began to hump and grind on after a week of sneaking in. Of course he didn’t only lay in your bed-you had so much other stuff to go through!

You’re vanity; all your pretty makeup, where you kept your perfume and where he would spray said perfume on his wrists so he could smell you even after he left. The closet where he would go through all your tops and bottoms, reminiscing about the first time he saw you in each article of clothing. You really do just have the prettiest outfits, don’t you? He’d gladly buy you more. Any little outfit and accessories you wanted as long as he got to watch you model them for him.

It became like a ritualistic schedule; Sneak in, lay in your bed, sniff nearly everything like a dog, go through your makeup, spray your perfume-But what really got him to act like a real pervert? The laundry basket.

He he didn’t do it at first. That first time he snuck in he completely avoided it. The second day though, the light brown wood container practically calling to him. Leaving it open that day with a pair of your used underwear at the top of the pile was practically an invite to Mark. When he took the dainty cloth out he whined. He stared at the garment with a pout. Who were you wearing these lacy panties for? Why do you even have something this pretty if it wasn’t for him? He had so many thoughts, so many that just got burrowed beneath his loudest thought.

He felt so guilty for using your used underwear like this. Yet he didn’t stop; Whining and moaning into your underwear, desperately licking at where your perfect cunt would have been-where he knew your fluids woukd leak out as he fists his cock on your bed. Using your lotion.

“B-Baabbyy..” he whines the nickname, huffing in your musky scent. He takes one more deep inhale of the flimsy lace before he moves it downwards onto his flushed dick. “P-please..god—You feel so good-“ He moans and moans over and over again till he can’t hear anything other than himself. It didn’t take long for him to cum, mouth hung open, whining and bucking his hips up as he pretty much ruined a pair of your fancy underwear. He pants heavily, looks like he just got out of a harsh fight with the way he was breathing. Once he came back to Earth, he pouts at the sight of your soiled underwear, he couldn’t just let this be a one time thing!

Over around two weeks you begin to notice more and more items of yours missing. Whining to your friends about how so much of your lotion is gone, how your soo sure that the washing machine is eating your underwear, how it’s weirdly warm and almost musky like in your room when you come home in the evening.

Just completely blissfully unaware that it’s your shy nerdy classmate Mark who’s sneaking into your room. How it’s him who’s using up so much of your lotion, who’s messing up your bedsheets and rummaging through all your items.

Or how it’s him stealing your used panties and shirts to sniff at while he jerks off just to imagine it’s really you in the room taking care of his needs.

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☾𖤓 @dawnbreakerbrokeme asked: “Hiyyaaaa Zoey 👋! I saw that your request was open, so I'm taking a leap of faith and requesting something that I've been think about for a while. I'm a zayne girlie so...what if he caught y/n grinding against his pillow late at night after he gets home? That's my request..you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I'm just curious and always ovulating for zayne.....”

hi lovely!! this is my first ask omgomgomg hope i can give you what you’re craving xx

zayne’s just come in from a long day at work. he’s exhausted, slipping off his tie and shoes by the front door, not even taking the time to put them away neatly like usual. 

he makes a beeline for his bedroom, but stops dead in his tracks after hearing the most peculiar noises echoing from that direction.

at first, it doesn’t even dawn on him that you’re masturbating—he’d hear your moans and think you were hurt.

so, heart pounding out of his chest, he races for the door, turning the knob with deathly anticipation.

and there you are. you definitely aren’t hurt, to say the least.

you’re all tangled up in the sheets with his pillow in between your legs. and you’re wearing nothing but your panties and his t-shirt.

“zayne—“ you stop moving your hips, and your heart almost falls through the floor. 

he’s incredibly relieved that you’re okay, but his brain practically short-circuits at the sight of you grinding against his pillow in his bed, wearing his shirt.

“insatiable as ever,” he mumbles from the doorway, trying to maintain his cool demeanor. 

he steps closer, tiredness immediately dissipating.

“my love, there’s no need to do this,” he gestures to his pillow, “when you have me at your disposal.” he chuckles gently.

“i know, i’m sorry i just, i needed you so bad and nothing else worked….” you trail off, realizing you’re coming across as desperate.

zayne shushes you softly, leaning over to press a wet, heated kiss against your lips. “i’m here now, that’s all that matters isn’t it?”

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he fucks you realllll good after walking in on you like that; he knows that the fact you were using his pillow for relief means you’re truly pent-up, and he plans on taking care of that.

he’s got you in a mating press, thighs slug over his shoulders lazily as he snaps his hips into you without rest. 

sweat rolling off his forehead from the sheer work he’s putting in to fucking you right, he’s still thinking about walking in on you.

“can’t believe—“he grunts. “my love was doing something so awful while i was out saving lives—“ 

you mewl, hardly able to focus on his words because of how deep he is. “m’sorry zayne, i’ll make it up to you,” you scream, gripping on to him for dear life.

he speeds up his pace, fingers grabbing greedily at your hips to pull himself even deeper into you, engulfed by your wetness and warmth.

you pant shallowly, trying not to give away the fact that you’re close to your orgasm.

and yet, as attentive as ever, zayne reaches down to finger your clit. “don’t hold back,” he moans out. “take what you need from me.”

and that sends you right over the edge. you’re cumming so hard that it quite literally takes your breath away, and all you can do is shake around zayne as he fucks into you, chasing his own orgasm. 

completely spent, zayne manages to move your limp body over before plopping face first beside you into the bed.

the two of you are a sticky, sweaty mess, almost enmeshed with his crisp white bedding.

zayne tilts his head over to you, feeling a bit playful.

“maybe…. you can continue to take advantage of my pillow when i’m gone.”

[mikuhriii]

just a little longer

b. iglesias x fem!reader

⚠︎ nsfw (mdni!) / explicit content / unprotected sex / breeding / p in v sex / swearing / spanking / mentions of sucking, licking, biting, etc. / implied!overstimulation / might be or might not be ooc bunny! (we don't know yet)

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disclaimer! this oneshot was written before bunny iglesias’s real character or some other things about him were released/explained, meaning we barely know him. i hope all of you will take the time to read this first, so no one would come back attacking this fic, saying i made him too ooc once his character is explained in the manga. however, i hope you all enjoy reading this. thank you!

it approaches fast—a season soccer enthusiasts and fans all over the globe eagerly await. the upcoming world cup tournament is just around the corner. it was the talk of the internet; dominating the headlines, the main subject on social media—a period of time wherein prominent athletes are pumped up for the game.

not for him though.

bunny hates it; overseas matches mean being away from you, his beloved, for a week or two, worse, even a month—he wasn't sure how long. the mere thought alone made him feel…dejected. sure, it might seem unlike him at all, but it was a vulnerability he only reveals to you alone.

does he show it on his face?

of course not; he’s so subtle about it, skillfully masking it with a rehearsed smile—a facade he proficiently executes during hectic times.

but by the way he acts at the moment?

obviously, yes. his actions speak volumes: the way he firmly grips the plush of your skin, as if it were his lifeline; the ragged breaths and desperate groans dance in the air like a melodious sonata.

and just like one of those nights, you found yourself on his sheets: face down, ass arching indecently, body bathed in sweat, utterly worn out—your initial vitality and friskiness depleted. “oh bunny—bunny!” you shrieked, hands gripping on the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white.

it becomes a routine for the both of you; he’ll leave for an overseas match early the next morning? bunny would never let you go the night before—he’ll take his time with you; kissing you, touching you, feeling you—making the short time worthwhile of not being able to see each other; not being able to feel each other.

it was all too overwhelming; your mind hazy, not even a vague memory flashing in your brain. all you could think about was the pain, pleasure—mixing delectably that made you see stars.

how many times had he made you soak the sheets?

how long had he been relentlessly pounding you, leaving you feeling like a deranged hussy?

what time was it?

didn't he have a flight early in the morning?

ah. your mind had gone haywire, you couldn't think properly anymore; the overwhelming ecstasy was clouding your thoughts. bunny, however, was…intoxicated by the spectacle beneath him; his eyes—burning with inextinguishable heat of need, passion, and desperation—scanned every edge and curve of your body, as if imprinting it all in his mind.

god, how he’d miss you.

then bunny felt it—your soppy, velvety walls clenching on his shaft, accompanied by a desperate moan escaping your lips—a confession of your impending release; it was so sudden, it caught him off guard. and like a reflex, he slapped the flesh of your ass—earning him a startled moan from you. “hah—you’re clenching around me—y’gonna cum again, hermosa?” he murmured between ragged breaths.

nodding with a guttural moan, you tilted your head and looked over your shoulder, reaching for his firm wrist placed on your hips. “yesss, yess—yes please—don't stop.” you sounded desperate as you bit the flesh of your lip, arching your ass up just a little higher—a desperate attempt to meet his delectably relentless, and ruthless thrusts.

fuck.

he honestly could cum just looking at you in this position. as if under a spell, bunny leaned close, caging you with his arms before pressing a prolonged kiss to the back of your head. “así es, córrete para mí, querida.” he murmured, breathlessly.

you moaned at the intimate proximity; the warmth of his body pressed against yours sent an indescribable electrifying sensation throughout your veins.

then his hips stuttered; feeling your warm gummy walls spasm around his cock, a blissful confession of pleasure escaped your lips—a clear sign of your unannounced release. “hah—oh—fuuuck, you feel too good…” he moaned, following suit; painting your walls with his hot, viscous essence with a low groan—thrusting deliberately as you both rode out your high.

“oh bunny…bunny..hah” you whined—breathlessly—feeling him fill you up to the brim, some of it trickling down your thighs, your body falling onto the mattress with a blissful sigh.

“that was amazing…” he murmured out of ecstasy, kissing your temple, before pulling his shaft out of your weeping hole and flipping you onto your back; the small movement alone made your body jolt from oversensitivity.

“bunny…” you mewled—low and sluggish, feeling the warmth of his lips making contact with your neck; kissing further down to your shoulder blades, sucking, biting, and licking the plush skin, surely leaving a mark. “oh..” you leaned your head back out of pleasure, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as he swirled the warm pad of his tongue on your hardened nipple. “we—wait...”

he hummed, and with a small lewd pop, bunny pulled his head back from your mound, searching your eyes for any discomfort. “que pasa hermosa…?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

“you have a flight, remember?.” you heaved. as much as you wanted to continue, he had an important game to play.

bunny groaned, delving deeper on your neck, murmuring incoherently with his hoarse voice. “do i have too...?” he whined, eyes—glinting with pleas and need—locking with yours.

“bunny…” you sighed his name, gripping your hands on his rigid ones tightly, imprinting reddish crescent marks on his skin. the unbearable stretch of your walls made you bite your lip as he sunk further in with a low groan, indulging in the way your face contorted from pain and pleasure.

then your face contorted.

"déjame sentirte más...por favor.." he groaned, peppering lazy open mouthed kisses on your jawline, indulging the eye rolling feeling of your warm hole.

without a warning, he lifted your legs over his shoulders, bending them to your chest; the new position earned him a shrill moan from you. and god, how he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside your tight, warm hole—feeling every soft flutter and spasm of your velvety walls wrapping around his thick cock.

“oh bunny…bunny!” you chanted his name like a mantra, body squirming beneath him as you took all of him; almost losing your breath as he sunk balls deep inside you.

fuck the early flight. he wanted to savor this spare time with you; to feel you just a little longer.

placing a soft kiss on the side of your lips, he murmured, “solo un poco más, hermosa…let's make this worthwhile, hm?”

and without further ado, he continued; he claimed every part of you for the umpteenth time, bodies clashing rhythmically—like the cadence of a wave splashing on the shore. he may have and important tournament to partake in, but it wouldn't hurt to stay a little longer, right?

oh how he wished time would stop at this moment.

a/n: hiii just want to let you all know that i have nooo idea how long a real world cup tournament lasts (i did some research and it says it takes a month? since there are a lot of different teams partaking. idk) so i just put whatever popped into my mind (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠). anyway, likes and reblogs are much appreciated. also, don't forget to hit that follow for more updates! thanks a bunch.

tags: @thetwinkims @duhhitzzzleo @justarandomonecalledakane @wrinklyfeet69

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NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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Fan of a fan - Chapter eight

Paige x Azzi

WC: 8.3

Warnings: Homophobia, mature content

A/N: Azzi looks so good in her latest tiktoks, I'll never get over it😫

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June 2025

The Huskies’ European tour had ended at last, and they were back home in the US. Paige was finally gonna get to be with Azzi for a longer period of time. Or, well, she was going to spend some time with the band and start writing the soundtrack to the Ice’s movie. But other than that, this summer was all about Azzi. 

The plan was for Paige to spend June in LA at Azzi’s place, and then spend July in Minnesota at Paige’s place. They had talked about if it’s too early to be practically living with each other, but then came to the conclusion that they wanted to make up for all the lost time spent in each other’s absence. 

“And if - and that’s a big if - if it feels like it was too early for it, I’ll just book a hotel,” Paige shrugged. And it really wasn’t more complicated than that. Paige always seemed to be prepared for whatever worry Azzi had. 

And now here they were, in Azzi’s apartment in the middle of June, just playing Fortnite with the whole band over. Paige adored how Azzi wanted to get to know the people Paige loved, and that’s how The Huskies ended up taking over Azzi’s apartment this week. 

“Azzi!” KK yelled “Stop do-”

“-Shut up, I know what I’m doing!” Azzi yelled back, and then proceeded to die. 

“I don’t think you do,” Sarah mumbled and held back a laugh. Azzi just shot her a look and shook her head in disapproval of the comment. 

Paige just sat back on the couch and laughed at the whole thing. Being with the four people that felt like family more than anyone else made her whole heart swell. 

Azzi was sitting on the floor in front of her TV, right next to KK. Paige, Sarah and Aubrey were taking up the couch. The band had spent the last three days there, sleeping in that very living room. Azzi loved having them over, and loved feeling like it was some sort of summer camp. It was always lively, always fun and always easy with them. It felt like a big sleepover. 

“Azzi, do you sing?” Aubrey asked as Azzi stood up from the floor to get another pizza slice from her kitchen counter. 

“No-”

“-Yes she does,” Paige said simultaneously as Azzi had denied it. “All the time actually.”

“No I don’t,” Azzi frowned. 

“Yeah you do.”

“No-”

“Specifically our songs,” Paige continued, completely ignoring Azzi and turned to Aubrey. “And Iris, of course, her favorite song. And one song she can never stop singing is Just Fine by Mary J Blige. I feel like I’m gonna go insane if I hear it one more time.” 

“You said you liked that song!” Azzi said in an accusing tone, taking her seat back on the floor but still turned to the couch where Paige was sitting. 

The paparazzi’s pictures of Paige and Azzi had been wiped from the internet as much as their PR teams were able to. It had been viral for at least two weeks, before another Kardashian had done something with someone, and thankfully, the noise about the two simmered down. But their hardcore fans still had their eyes on them attentively, waiting for another mistake.

Paige had talked to Azzi about being a bit more lowkey onwards, which Azzi had agreed to. They didn’t interact on social media, they didn’t leave the apartment unless they had made sure no one was around, they always drove cars with tinted glasses, and so on. 

Azzi understood that it was important for Paige to be able to control whatever she could. But a small part of her quietly wondered how long they were gonna be lowkey. For how long did Paige have to stressfully check out the windows as if they were criminals fleeing from prison every time they wanted to go out and eat dinner? She didn’t want to ask Paige, because she didn’t want to make her girlfriend’s struggles about herself, she told herself. Truth was, she didn't have the guts to want to learn the truth yet. 

The next days with the band were spent pretty much the same - playing games, talking about everything and nothing, having movie nights, listening to music. All the girls appreciated just hanging out like normal people. And when the week had gone by, Azzi felt like she knew the band a lot better than before. 

“With or without Paige, hit me up when you’re in town,” Azzi hugged KK, Aubrey and Sarah as they stood in the hallway, ready to leave. 

“We will,” Sarah smiled. 

“You won’t get rid of us that easily,” KK said.

“Thank you for having us, Azzi. We’ve had a great time,” Aubrey thanked the hostess. 

Their words made both Azzi and Paige warm with love. Azzi was happy she got along so well with Paige’s best friends and liked being around them as much as they seemed to like being around her. 

The three Huskies left the apartment, waving goodbye until the door was closed, and then there were only Paige and Azzi left. 

“Finally alone,” Paige murmured and didn’t hesitate on wrapping her arms around Azzi’s waist, pulling her in closer.

Azzi chuckled. “What, you’ve been waiting for them to leave?”

“It’s been killing me to sleep next to you this whole week without getting to touch you,” she said, her lips almost touching Azzi’s. 

“So do something about it then,” Azzi cocked her head to the side, looking at her girlfriend as if she was challenging her. 

And Paige gladly accepted the challenge by crashing her lips onto Azzi’s. She didn’t want to waste any more time. 

With her hands on Azzi’s sides, she guided them towards the kitchen and pressed her girlfriend against the kitchen counter, never taking her lips off her. She swiftly lifted Azzi up on the counter and stood between her legs. 

“Missed this,” Paige mumbled and moved her mouth down on Azzi’s jaw, to her neck, placing wet kisses on the places she knew drove Azzi crazy.

“Prove it,” Azzi exhaled with her eyes closed by Paige’s neck kisses. 

As soon as Azzi had said that, Paige roughly bit down on the part that connects the neck with the shoulder, making Azzi gasp. Paige gently kissed over where she bit and used her tongue to lick back up on her neck.

“Take this off,” she said as she removed Azzi’s shirt. “This too.” She grabbed the hem of Azzi’s pants, and Azzi obediently lifted up her butt to make it easier to remove her pants. 

Paige took a step back to take in the view. Azzi in her underwear, on the kitchen counter with those big eyes looking at her like she’s Azzi’s whole world. Paige’s heart couldn’t beat any faster than it already was, and she internally thanked God for bringing Azzi Jazlyn Fudd into her life.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” she swallowed and closed the distance between them.

“I think it’s the other way around,” Azzi whispered and wrapped her arms around Paige’s shoulders, stroking her nose against Paige’s. 

“Kinda overwhelming how much I love you,” Paige said and kissed Azzi’s nose. “Thank you for inviting the band. It meant a lot to me.”

“Is this your new way of dirty talk?” Azzi bit her lip teasingly. “Kinda soft.”

“I don’t care,” Paige said and peppered kisses all over Azzi’s face. “Just appreciate you.”

Azzi sighed in contentment, immediately giving up the teasing and caving in on Paige’s words of appreciation. 

“I love you too, P,” she whispered and gave a single soft kiss on the lips. “And I love you even more for letting me into your life, getting to know your friends and family. They’re wonderful, just like you.”

“But I’m still your favorite, right?” Paige asked playfully.

“Hmm, we’ll see, it depends,” Azzi replied. 

“Depends on what?”

Azzi didn’t reply, she just placed her hand on Paige’s head and slowly pushed her down to her knees. Azzi sat herself on the edge of the counter, spreading her legs and looking down on Paige. 

Paige tried to play it cool, but with Azzi’s legs spread like this, looking down on her, with her hand on her head, it was hard to not just dive in right away.

Azzi just rested her hand on top of Paige’s head, neither pushing or pulling her closer. She wanted Paige to take control by herself. But Paige didn’t move. She just looked up at Azzi with those blue eyes that penetrated her soul. Azzi was getting wetter and wetter, even though Paige didn’t even touch her. Somehow that made it worse. 

“Paige,” she breathed out impatiently, gently starting to pull her head closer, but Paige pushed her head back, not letting Azzi get what she wanted. 

“Nah-uh,” she said. “You gotta wait.”

“Wha- why?” Azzi asked, confused. 

“Because I say so,” Paige just said and started to place kisses on her thighs, getting closer and closer to the area Azzi really needed her, but still not touching her with her hands.

“Be a good girl and hold onto the counter for me,” she said and placed Azzi’s hands on the edge of the counter beside her legs. “And no touching.” It was a warning. It was a demand. 

Azzi swallowed hard and looked down at Paige, who still teasingly just kissed the insides of her thighs. At last, her face was positioned right in front of Azzi’s center, and she used her hands to spread Azzi’s legs a little bit more, to quickly remove her hands from her once again. 

She didn’t want to beg for it, not yet at least. But the way Paige took her time was making it really hard for Azzi to sit still. 

At last, Paige gave one small lick on top of her panties right over Azzi’s clit, making her softly whimper at the contact. Azzi was breathing heavily from refraining from the urge to just pull Paige’s head into her. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Paige complimented and gave another stripe with her tongue over Azzi’s clothed center, this time with a little more pressure. It made Azzi squirm, instinctually grinding her hips forward. 

“Let’s take these off,” Paige said and slid down Azzi’s panties. 

She couldn’t help herself but to smirk at the sight of Azzi’s glistening pussy.

“You’re gonna make the counter wet,” Paige teased her. 

“Well, maybe you should do something about it before it gets to that then,” Azzi said with an annoyed tone. 

“You’re such a brat,” Paige replied, very amused with the impatience Azzi was feeling. 

“And you’re such a fucking tease,” Azzi said and grabbed Paige at the back of her head, forcibly pulling her closer to her center. 

But Paige grabbed her wrists and removed her hands from her head just as quickly. 

“Don’t fucking play with me,” Paige murmured low and stood up, face to face with Azzi, still holding her wrists. “I told you to hold onto the counter.”

Azzi just let out a short cold laugh. “You may think you have the control, but we both know who the desperate one is,” she said and ripped her wrist loose from Paige’s grip to harshly cup Paige’s clothed center, making her hips buckle involuntarily. 

Paige took a step back to try and gain some sense of control again, already missing the feeling of Azzi’s hand on her center. 

“See Paige, if you’re not gonna give it to me…” Azzi said and let her hand slide down slowly from her stomach down to her center, leaning back while teasingly caressing her own inner thigh in front of her girlfriend. 

Paige just stood there, dazed by the sight. So much for control, huh.

“Oh God,” Azzi moaned as she finally let her fingers stroke her clit. She was breathing heavily, eyes closed and head thrown back, practically grinding against her own fingers. 

The blonde woman could just stare. Because no matter how much she wanted to take the control back, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from seeing Azzi in pleasure. 

“Paige,” Azzi groaned, as she slipped two fingers into herself. 

“Fuck Azzi,” Paige exhaled. 

“Please,” the actress whimpered. “I need you.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Paige smirked. “Keep going.”

“Paige, please” Azzi whined, just wanting to feel her girlfriend on her once again. But Paige didn’t move. She just stood there, in front of her, watching. 

Until Paige walked away to the bedroom, and Azzi stopped fucking herself, just looking after her confused. She was starting to regret her decisions of being so defiant, but before she could really start to regret it, Paige came back with the strap in her hand. 

“Oh shit,” Azzi mumbled to herself. 

“You gonna be good now, or you wanna keep doing it by yourself?” Paige asked while removing her clothes to put on the strap. 

Azzi swallowed. She didn’t answer the question, but her silence was enough for Paige, and she smirked victoriously. 

“Bend over,” Paige commanded. Azzi almost gasped just by the words. She got off the counter and turned around, letting her upper body fall against it instead. 

Deciding to be a little bit more cooperative with Azzi, she lets her hands roam her back as she positions herself behind her, finally touching her girlfriend. Azzi relaxed into the touch, getting relieved she was finally getting touched. 

“See, you can be a good girl when you want to,” Paige said and let the tip of the strap touch Azzi’s folds. Her hands were on Azzi’s waist now. All she had to do was pull her backwards for the strap to enter her. 

“But it’s more- fuck!” Azzi didn’t get to finish her sentence before Paige had pushed into her. 

“You were saying?” Paige thrusted in and out of her steadily against the kitchen counter. Azzi didn’t say anything back, just had her eyes rolled back from pleasure. 

She could feel herself getting closer with each stroke. Whimpers and moans constantly leaving her mouth with every hit. 

Not having been touched for a week, Azzi felt her body being on alert for every touch, every stroke that Paige gave her. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she told Paige. “Please don’t stop.” 

The singer leaned forward with her upper body and pulled on Azzi’s hair to position her mouth by Azzi’s ear. She whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At least that’s what Azzi guessed, because all she could focus on was Paige’s thrusts and her mouth breathing hot air on her ear. 

“Paige,” Azzi moaned as the orgasm was crashing down on her. 

“I know baby,” Paige didn’t stop, she continued to let Azzi ride it out. 

Eventually Azzi put her hand on Paige’s stomach to signal that it was too much. Paige eased out of her and peppered kisses all over Azzi’s back and shoulders. 

“Baby,” Paige whispered. 

“Yeah,” Azzi let out breathlessly, still on the counter, just trying to catch her breath. 

“Wanna eat you out.”

Azzi let out a tired breath with a smile that said ‘of course you want’. 

The night seemed never ending. It had only been a week, but the two women craved each other’s touch like they had been away from each other for years. It’s funny how fast the memory of long distance fades, and is replaced by a greedy hunger for more, even when you already have more. 

The remainder of June was spent in Los Angeles with most time spent in Azzi’s apartment. But they made a tradition out of going on a road trip once a week somewhere. They had gone to San Diego, Santa Barbara, and even smaller road trips like to Venice Beach. Everything had been absolutely perfect. It had only been a few times where people would recognize them. And when that had happened, it was usually only one of them that people recognized. If it was a movie fan, they wanted a picture with Azzi. If it was a music fan, they wanted a picture with Paige. It was grateful that none of their hardcore fans had bumped into them.

Well, until they had gone to Malibu. 

There was a group of girls that saw them on the beach. Paige could instantly tell that they had eyes on them and turned to Azzi, who was sunbathing in the chair next to her. 

“I have a feeling we’re being watched,” Paige mumbled softly. 

Azzi discreetly turned her head to the side, and then to the next one as if she was stretching her neck, and looked with her eyes behind her sunglasses. She spotted the group of girls who didn’t look any older than seventeen years old. They were whispering to each other, constantly glancing towards the pair while giggling.

“Yup, they are definitely talking about us,” she mumbled back and grabbed a towel to cover up her bikini clad body.  

And as if on cue, one of the girls were being pushed towards the couple by her friends, and she nervously walked over to them.

“Um, hi,” she said, visibly stressed. 

Both Paige and Azzi sat up from their sun loungers and looked at her.

“Hi,” they both said in unison, Paige slower than Azzi. 

“We were just wondering if we could get some pictures with you Paige, we’re huge fans,” the girl said and pointed to her friends.

“Sure,” Paige said and raised from her chair. 

The girl waved her friends over, and they all ran. There were at least seven of them, Azzi counted. They all were older teenagers, they all were hysterical, and they all were eye-fucking her girlfriend. She didn’t feel jealous about it. After all, they were just kids. But she did feel uneasy with the way she couldn’t set any boundaries either. She was okay with it because she had to be. 

“You over there,” one of the girls said and pointed at Azzi. “Could you take the picture?”

“Of course,” Azzi said and stood up, receiving one of the girls' phones to take the picture with. 

The group of girls stood beside Paige with big smiles, having their arms around each other's shoulders. 

“Okay and can we take pictures with you one on one?” they asked.

And Paige, Azzi’s sweet Paige, of course agreed to it. It was one of the things she loved the most about Paige, and at the same time one of her pet peeves. The way she never set any boundaries, even though Azzi could tell that this whole interaction made her uncomfortable.

Azzi kept taking the pictures as each and every one of the girls were posing with Paige in front of her. It started out fine, but when they got to girl number four, it switched. 

“Can I hug you for the picture?” the girl asked. Now that was all natural, and Azzi didn’t think twice about it. The girl threw her arms around Paige from the side and rested her head against her chest with a big smile. Everything was fine, really, until the girl moved her hand a little bit too low for Azzi’s liking, palming Paige’s lower stomach. 

“Okay, done,” Azzi said curtly. “Next.”

“Damn, I hope they’re not actually together, cuz Azzi is kind of a bitch,” she overheard one of the girls whisper to the rest of the group. 

‘Oh so they do know who I am’, Azzi thought to herself and rolled her eyes at the whole situation. 

Then the next girl was up, and this time it took everything in Azzi to not throw the phone into the ocean. 

“Can you like, hug me from behind?” the girl requested. 

Azzi put her hand on her waist, her body language saying everything her mouth couldn’t. Paige noticed it and quickly wrapped her arms loosely around the girl's neck, not wanting to touch her any more than necessary. 

“Alright, next,” Azzi said with a very clearly annoyed tone. 

“Actually, I’m so sorry, but we have to go,” Paige interjected before the next girl could pose. 

“What? But we’re only three more, please,” the girl pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Paige gave her an apologetic smile and grabbed the phone from Azzi’s hand to give it back to the group. 

The girls murmured disappointed comments amongst themselves and started to move along, but not before the blonde woman overheard one of the comments.

“Fuck Azzi Fudd. Paige never turned down fans until Azzi came into the picture.”

Paige snapped her head back to look at them with a big disapproving look, but the girls were too busy walking away to notice. 

“I’m sorry for that,” Paige said and looked down at Azzi who was sitting down on the sun lounger. grateful that she hadn’t heard the comment.

“It’s not your fault,” Azzi just said, clearly still irritated.

“Yeah but I kinda feel responsible. They’re my fans,” she said and sat down next to her, their legs touching.

“They’re not your children, Paige. They wouldn’t wanna fuck you if they were,” the actress said with an edge. 

Paige didn’t know what to say, because she didn’t know what was the right thing to do in those moments either. 

“It’s not that I’m jealous, I’m not, it’s just that…” Azzi started. 

“That what?”

“Seeing them interact with you like that in front of me just reminds me that I’m no different.”

“What? That’s crazy, you-”

“-No I know,” Azzi interrupted. “I just mean that, you belong to them as much as you belong to me. We’re just a rumour that we’re trying to get rid of. That’s all we are.”

“That’s not true. I’m your girlfriend,” Paige said. “That’s not a rumour.”

“Yes it is,” Azzi argued. “No one but us, and a few others, know that. It’s a dirty little secret at best.”

“Azzi,” Paige said with a lump in her throat. “If I could, I would show the whole world how much I love you. It’s killing me that I can’t. I don’t want to pretend, believe me. I don’t want to sit like this next to you and not just grab your hand and kiss you all over.”

It did feel better to hear Paige say that, but it didn’t stop Azzi’s unresolved feelings completely. But just enough for her to stop paying attention to them at the moment.

“I just want to protect us a little bit longer,” Paige said and rested her forehead against Azzi’s shoulder. “Please don’t give up on me.”

And that did it. Azzi felt a sense of guilt for making Paige think she wasn’t ready to battle Paige’s struggles side by side with her. 

“I won’t,” she whispered and gave Paige’s forehead a quick peck. “And I’m sorry too. I know it’s hard for you too.”

Paige could intellectually understand what Azzi meant, when she said that she felt like there was no difference between her and her fans. But emotionally, she was being torn between her own fears and boundaries, and not wanting to hurt her girlfriend. 

The girl’s comment about her Azzi made Paige feel a conflicted feeling she’s never felt before. Because she should be the one to speak up, to stand up for her girlfriend - but she didn’t. And somewhere deep inside Paige, that was scary. Because what if there’s something about it all she’s not ready to admit to herself.

But Paige put those thoughts aside. In her head, this wouldn’t be a problem once they would be in Minnesota. There, they would be in their own little bubble and have more privacy. 

—

July 2025

Minnesota was warm this time of year. Not as hot as LA, but just enough for Paige. She easily burnt anyway, and loved being out without getting heat stroke. 

The girl’s they had met on the beach in Malibu had posted the photos on Instagram, Tiktok and Twitter, and did not hold back on giving the details on their meeting. Their posts became some sort of forum for the debate whether or not Azzi and Paige were dating, and unfortunately, the forum for more hate towards the actress.

‘She’s not even that good of an actress, I don’t know what Paige sees in her’, someone on twitter had said, even tagging the both of them. 

“I don’t care how many more people I gotta pay to get those tweets deleted Sam, I want them gone by the next time I go on there,” Paige said angrily to her PR team manager on the phone. 

“Paige,” Azzi gently nudged her, sitting beside her on the couch. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not Azzi,” Paige snapped and got up from the couch. 

Azzi sank deeper down in her seat, watching her girlfriend go to her home office and closed the door. 

They had just been sitting on the couch together, cuddling, when Paige had stumbled over the endless amounts of tweets directed at her girlfriend. Azzi hadn’t paid attention to whatever Paige had been doing, until she had started to angrily cuss. Azzi had turned around and asked her what was wrong, and saw the comments on her phone.

It stung more than she wanted to admit. Seeing people comment on her acting, her appearance, her body, her face - everything. They were even debating whether she was using Paige for money or not, speculating how much Azzi were making from her quote-unquote ‘quirky little movies’. 

She understood quite early on that a lot of people would feel some type of jealousy, but she hadn’t been prepared to be torn down over her acting. She hadn’t been prepared to be deemed inadequate in the status, money, personality, skin color and body aspect of it all. 

The worst part was that she didn’t wanna tell Paige just how much it hurt her, because she felt like if she did, it would consume the entirety of their relationship, and Paige was already consumed by trying to control everything she could, even the things she couldn’t. 

But she did appreciate Paige’s effort to get rid of the nasty tweets. She did. Even if it felt like sweeping everything under the rug instead of handling the actual issue, like telling her fans off instead of being quiet. 

“I’m getting real fucking tired of these so called ‘fans’,” Paige came back out from the office, still angry, but sat down next to Azzi and looked her straight in the eyes. 

Azzi didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t say ‘it’s okay’ one more time. She didn’t want to defend the fans again either. But she really didn’t want to break down in front of Paige and let her see how much it got to her. 

Paige saw the hesitation in Azzi’s eyes, saw the uncertainty in her look. 

“Are you okay?” Paige asked softly. Too softly. 

Azzi just gave a quick nod and looked away. Opening her mouth to say yes was a risk of opening the gates of truth, and she was not ready. 

The singer put her arms around her and buried her head in Azzi’s crook of her neck. It completely unraveled her. Azzi’s tense body relaxed to the touch, and that was dangerous, because suddenly she felt like the tears she had been holding back were fighting their way out in her relaxed state.

And before she knew it, the first tear fell down her cheek. 

She involuntarily let out a quiet sob into Paige who was holding her tightly. And it broke Paige. 

“I’m so sorry baby,” Paige whispered, feeling her own eyes tearing up. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

They both cried in each other’s embrace. The living room was filled with a glooming hopelessness in the air. 

Maybe if Paige hadn’t been Paige.

Or maybe if Azzi hadn’t been Azzi.

It felt like a punishment to be themselves. 

None of them knew the answer. But both of them knew the problem. 

Paige felt that some type of resolution was in her control, yet she felt powerless. How is it that power can feel so futile when it really mattered? That’s what Paige wondered, while Azzi wondered if Paige really understood the power of her silence. 

—

“How are you feeling?” Azzi asked her girlfriend, who was visibly nervous. 

“I’m fine. Just a bit nervous, that’s all,” Paige swallowed. 

It was a big deal, and an even bigger deal to Paige. 

Paige’s mom and her sibling were in town, wanting to meet Paige. Azzi had offered to do something else, to disappear for a few days to Paige’s dad’s place or something. But Paige had told her no, told her that she needed her there. 

And so the day had finally come. Azzi was gonna meet Paige’s mom, Ryan and Lauren.

“I'll be here for you the whole time,” Azzi said and rubbed Paige’s back while they were standing in the kitchen, having just prepared dinner.

“Thank you. You know how much I appreciate you?” Paige said and leaned on Azzi’s shoulder. 

The doorbell rang and Paige went to let her family in. 

Ryan came into view first. He was taller than Azzi had thought. Then she saw Lauren. She was very pretty, and had a lot of resemblance to her girlfriend. And then her mom, Amy, came in. 

“Welcome, welcome,” Paige murmured as the company took off their jackets. The siblings hugged Paige tightly and held onto her as if they didn’t want to let go. Her mom on the other hand, gave her a pat on the back and looked over at Azzi.

“Hi,” Azzi said with a big nervous smile and an outstretched hand. “I’m Azzi. You must be Paige’s mom.”

Amy shook her hand and gave her a small smile. “Hi, yes, I’m Amy. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh my God, Azzi Fudd!?” Lauren exclaimed in shock when she had let go of her older sister. 

“Hi, you must be Lauren,” Azzi said, and Paige swore to herself she could die from her girlfriend’s cuteness. 

“Why is Azzi Fudd here?” Lauren asked Paige in excitement. 

“She’s gonna eat dinner with us,” Paige replied. 

“She is!?” Lauren yelled. “Please can I sit next to her?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” Paige chuckled. 

Azzi just looked at Lauren and nodded with an affirming smile. 

Paige’s mom was very different from what Azzi thought she would be like. She was soft, a little bit shy, but still very kind and sweet. She asked Azzi a lot of questions, included Ryan and Lauren to help the flow of the conversations, and spoke with appreciative words towards the host, her oldest daughter. 

“This was delicious, Paige,” Amy complimented Paige. They were sitting in the living room, eating together around Paige’s bigger dining table. It almost felt like a festive holiday, the formality of using the big table, Azzi thought. 

“I got a little help from Azzi,” Paige smirked. 

“Oh no, I’m not a good cook, this was all Paige,” Azzi quickly shook her head. 

“You did the potatoes,” Paige said. 

“That’s not really something to brag about,” Azzi nervously laughed, and Amy politely chuckled. 

“It feels so weird to be sitting next to Azzi Fudd,” Lauren mused out loud. “Like, I just watched a movie with you the other day, and now you’re here.”

Azzi offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m glad I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re friends with Azzi Fudd?” Lauren turned to her sister. “Especially since you’ve been obsessed with her since forever.”

“Bro, first of all, I wasn’t obsessed,” Paige quickly said.

“I already know you were, stop lying,” Azzi raised her eyebrows teasingly. 

“No you totally were,” Ryan chimed in. “If I hadn’t known better, it was like you were in love with her or something.”

“That’s cute,” Azzi smiled. Paige didn’t. 

“Whatever,” Paige mumbled. “Anyone want seconds or can I start cleaning up?”

Paige grabbed the plates and went to the kitchen. Amy stood up to go and help, but Azzi quickly intervened. 

“Oh please, let us, you can sit down while we clean,” Azzi smiled. “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, honey, how sweet of you,” Amy sat down again and gave her a grateful smile. 

Azzi just nodded and grabbed some more plates to carry to the kitchen.

“You’ve really been talking about me to everyone for years, huh?” Azzi said as she entered the kitchen. Paige was already by the sink, doing the dishes. 

“Can you blame me? I mean, look at yourself,” Paige said flirtingly

“Alright, easy,” Azzi chuckled. “I’m already your girlfriend, no need to butter me up like that.”

“Well, I-”

Paige turned around and stopped dead in her tracks. 

Azzi looked at her confused and turned around as well, seeing Paige’s mom stand there with some leftover dinner in her hands with her lips pursed together into a thin line. Azzi didn’t know what to do. Both the daughter and mother seemed to be frozen by hearing Azzi say the g-word. 

“I think it’s time to leave,” Amy said at last and put down the food on the counter and left the kitchen. 

“Wait, mom-” Paige hurried behind her. 

A heavy breath escaped Azzi’s lips as she was left alone in the kitchen. Everything had gone so well, until she had opened her mouth. She leaned over the counter and continued on breathing deeply to calm down her own heart. 

In the living room, Amy was telling Ryan and Lauren that it was time to go. 

“But I thought we were staying here?” Ryan asked, confused, but his mom just grabbed his arm and shoved him up on his feet from his chair. 

“Change of plans,” she just said. “Come on Lauren.”

“Wait, mom, please don’t go,” Paige said and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please, can we just talk first? Give me a chance to explain, please.”

“I don’t think there’s much to talk about,” her mom replied. 

“I wanna stay with Paige,” Lauren whined. 

“Me too,” Ryan agreed. 

“Please mom, for your children’s sake, can we talk first, and then you can decide whether or not you’ll leave,” Paige begged. 

Amy sighed, and Paige knew that she had won. 

“Fine. Wait here,” she told her children. 

The two women walked to Paige’s office and closed the door. This was no discussion for anyone else to hear. It was barely a discussion Paige wanted to hear either.

And now that she was here, standing face to face with her mom to talk about the thing she had avoided for years, she didn’t know what to say. She felt the urge to defend herself, to lie, to say that it wasn’t what she thought. But how could she do that to Azzi? 

“You wanted to talk, so talk,” her mom said after a full minute of silence. 

Paige swallowed nervously. 

“Can I just… I mean…” Paige sighed. “Do you still think less of me because of, you know?”

Her mom let out a breath of air as if it was a stupid question. 

“I don’t think less of you, Paige,” she said. “But it’s not a lifestyle I support and you know that. I could never defend choosing a path that leads to hell. And you’re gonna have to accept that. So if you’re gonna choose that lifestyle, you’re gonna have to accept that it comes with a life without me, Ryan and Lauren.”

“What?” Paige exhaled bewildered. 

“It’s just not right. I don’t want my children near it.”

“I’m your daughter, I’m their sister, you can’t take that away from me,” Paige’s voice was shaking. ‘Not again’, she thought to herself. 

“I’m not the one taking it away from you,” her mom said. “You are.”

Paige felt the lump in her throat and the tears started to crowd her eyesight.

“You can’t,” she begged. “Please.”

“You need help, Paige,” Amy just said and exited the office without another word, without another look. 

As the door closed, Paige collapsed down on her knees with her head falling in her hands. The tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. 

Somehow, it was worse this time. Because she had spent the last ten years living a life to not ever get to this point again - and yet here she was, on her knees, being left by her mom once more. 

How is it possible that a feeling can survive ten years and be resurrected as if it was yesterday? It should be gone. This feeling should be new. This feeling shouldn’t exist. Not after everything Paige has repressed. Not after everything she’s done to never have to relive it again.

Azzi was in the kitchen, hearing Amy gathering Ryan and Lauren and then shutting the front door. And then it was quiet. Eerily quiet. 

She slowly walked to the living room to see the empty chairs. 

They left. 

“Paige?” She softly spoke. Did they all leave? What happened?

She checked the bathroom. Empty. She checked the bedroom. Empty. She checked the studio. Empty. 

At last, when she came to the office, she found her.

“Paige,” she breathed and lunged forward to the floor where Paige was still crying into her hands. She didn’t say anything else, she just put her arms around her and held on tightly. 

They stayed like that for an hour. 

Paige was hyperventilating and was trying to breathe while holding onto Azzi as if she was scared to death. Because she was. Scared of herself, because why did this keep on happening, no matter how hard she tried?

Azzi felt her struggling by the way Paige’s whole body was twitching with every involuntary sharp inhale. Her shirt was wet from Paige’s tears and her arms probably had two bruises on them from Paige’s hard grip.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I got you.”

Time is a funny thing when it feels like the world is crashing down. It feels like forever and it feels like a second. Because somehow, hours had gone by, and Paige’s breathing had finally returned to normal. 

The grip she had on Azzi’s arm’s were now loose, and her breathing quite deep. Azzi stroked the blonde hair gently and carefully leaned backwards to look at Paige’s face.

She was asleep. 

Azzi carefully stood up and took Paige in her arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom and put her down on the bed. She went to the bathroom and got a wet towel to wipe Paige’s face that was stained by dry tears. 

Azzi didn’t sleep much that night. She constantly looked at Paige in case she would wake up and need her. 

It was not until five in the morning she involuntarily fell asleep. 

—

Azzi woke up to an empty bed.

She sat up in the bed in panic and looked around. Her head was still groggy from just waking up to think rationally. 

“Paige?”

No answer. She got up and walked out to the kitchen, where she saw her girlfriend sitting by the table with her glasses on, hair in a low bun, a simple white t-shirt and some sweats, with her phone in her hand and a coffee mug in the other. 

“Hi,” Paige said a bit surprised as she looked up from her phone. 

“Hi,” Azzi said back and stopped in her tracks. 

They just looked at each other, until Paige put her mug down and waved her over.

“Why are you just standing there, come,” she said and motioned for her to sit down with her. 

“What time is it?” Azzi asked.

“One pm.”

Azzi just hummed for an answer. Paige returned her attention to her phone. 

“Is it too early to talk about it?” Azzi carefully asked. 

Paige put down her phone and sighed. “Yeah.”

“But… Are you okay?” 

The singer pursed her lips together and made a face. “Not the best.”

“That’s alright,” Azzi said. “Is there something I can do?”

Paige stiffened with that question. “I don’t think so,” she slightly shook her head. 

Azzi swallowed. This was not what she had expected. She hadn’t expected to wake up seeing Paige sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee all normal, as if nothing had happened. She hadn’t expected her to not want to talk about it. She hadn’t expected her to give short answers and not let her in. Not after she had held her for hours. 

“Okay, well, let me know if there is,” she said lowly. Paige just gave her a small smile and picked up her phone to return her attention to it instead of Azzi.

But Paige never brought it up again. And Azzi felt an inescapable sense of distance from her girlfriend. Sure, everything on the surface was the same. The compliments, the fun parts, the sex… But on the emotional level, Azzi didn’t even know what Paige felt anymore. It was as if Paige was there, but only half-heartedly. 

During the whole duration of July, it was killing Azzi to not know what had happened that day between Paige and her mom. She had tried one more time to ask Paige, but she had just said that she didn’t want to talk about it, and Azzi had accepted it. But it felt like a rejection. 

—

August 2025

“I feel like Paige isn’t letting me into her emotional life.”

It was in the middle of August and Azzi had gone back to LA from Minnesota to start shooting her new film. The actress had called Ice Brady after a very frustrating call with her girlfriend, where she had yet again tried to get her to open up, but once again had failed. She just needed someone that knew Paige to tell her that she shouldn’t worry about it, or something comforting. That’s how she ended up at Ice Brady’s apartment.

“Why is that?” Ice asked. They were sitting on her couch in her living room, sipping on some red wine.

“Okay, don’t tell her I told you this, but something happened with her mom like a month ago, and I found her crying on the floor in her office. It went on for like hours, until she passed out from exhaustion in my arms. And I still don’t know what happened,” Azzi told her. 

“Have you asked her?” Ice asked.

“Of course I have,” Azzi deadpanned. “She just tells me she don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hm, okay,” Ice said. “Does she tell you why she doesn’t wanna talk about it at least?”

“No. But the thing that started it all was that her mom overheard me saying that I’m Paige’s girlfriend, and I know that her mom is not accepting of her being gay. After that, they disappeared from the room, and then her mom and her siblings left, and that’s when I found her crying.”

“Damn,” Ice exhaled. “I feel like it’s something serious then.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t wanna push, but I also feel this is not how it’s supposed to be, being her girlfriend and not even knowing how to be there for her, because I don’t know what exactly happened.”

“Okay but it obviously has something to do with the fact that she overheard you guys, right?” 

“Yeah,” Azzi confirmed.

“Look Az,” Ice said. “I was there the last time she had a PR crisis and all that. She never outright told me it was about her being gay, but I could tell it was a touchy subject for her. So I understand if you feel like she’s shutting you out, but it’s nothing personal, I think she just doesn’t know how to open up about it.”

Azzi felt somewhat relieved to hear that she’s not the only one who Paige isn’t opening up to. Because the last weeks had been hard for her. Ever since that day with Paige’s mom, she could see how Paige was struggling in silence. 

The distance between them had grown, and Azzi didn’t know how to meet Paige in the middle anymore. It felt like she was fumbling in the dark after her. 

And all this while the internet was still tearing her down. 

It’s like a wildfire, the narrative that spreads on social media. It only takes one tweet to go viral for it to become some sort of trend - some sort of truth. And the latest truth? It was that Azzi Fudd was an overrated actress with an attitude. The typical female actor narrative. And who had started that discourse if not her girlfriend’s fans. 

Everything felt so backwards. The one person who should be able to open up to her, wasn’t, and the people who should love their favorite’s girlfriend, didn’t. 

Paige had said she didn’t want to hide Azzi, but it sure felt like it. And after the thing with her mom, it was like Paige didn’t want to be seen with Azzi in public at all. 

Azzi started to feel like a mistake. Like someone Paige was trying to erase from her image in real time, while still being next to her. Azzi felt like she needed to shrink herself to fit into the small space Paige was ready to offer her. 

All these feelings, and Paige still said the most promising things to her. She always bought her flowers, she always cooked them dinner, she always told her how much she loved her… She did everything right when they were alone. 

But Azzi couldn’t ignore all the times when they weren’t alone, or all the times Paige didn’t open up. 

Something had to change. 

Or this could never work. 

It was stirring deep inside of the actress's heart. She didn’t know how much longer she could ignore it. 

Paige, on the other hand, was sitting in a meeting with her PR team and the band’s manager, Geno, in Minnesota, talking about her future. 

“The comment’s about Azzi are still out of control,” Paige said. 

“We are aware, but there’s very little we can do about that discourse. People are free to voice their opinions, and there’s nothing we can do but delete the worst one’s,” Sam, the PR manager explained. 

“Paige, you can’t control everything,” Geno chimed in. 

“I know that,” Paige snapped. 

Geno had noticed the singer’s short temper for the last few weeks. He had never seen Paige this irritated and impatient before. 

“Paige, what is going on with you lately?” he softly asked. 

“Nothing,” she said curtly. 

“I can tell something’s wrong,” he pushed. 

"Oh, can you?” she asked sarcastically.

“Alright, that’s it,” he stood up and pointed at her. “Come with me.” 

“Why?”

“Just come.” 

The two exited the office and Geno led her to another smaller office. Paige took a seat in one of the chairs and Geno closed the door.

“You’re acting like a defiant teenager right now, and that’s not working for me,” Geno said, almost scolded. “So you’re either telling me what’s wrong, or we’re done.”

With those words, Paige flinched. 

‘Or we’re done’. It sounded too much like the ultimatum her mom had given her. 

“I can’t,” she breathed out nervously. 

“What do you mean you can’t?” Geno sat down in the chair in front of her. 

“I can’t talk about that. It’s… too much.”

“That’s exactly why you need to,” her manager said softly. “You can’t carry everything by yourself, Paige. We’re all here for you.”

“Everytime I think about it it feels like I’m gonna choke,” she explained. “Like I can’t breathe.”

“Try, and if you have a hard time breathing, we’ll stop,” he insisted. 

Paige nodded. In that moment she looked like a child, trying to tell her parents she's peed her pants. But Geno sat there, patiently waiting for Paige to start. And the way he waited persistently, gave her a little more courage. 

“You know how I have a strained relationship with my mom? Last month we got into a fight… And she said that if I choose to be gay, she and my siblings won’t be in my life anymore.”

Geno sat there quietly, letting her speak freely without interrupting.

“And now I don’t know what to do,” Paige broke down. She started to cry right in front of him.

Geno took his chair and sat beside her and placed his hand on her back, comforting her.

“That’s a lot you’ve been carrying by yourself, kid,” he said. 

Paige wiped away her tears from her face and took several deep breaths to stop herself from crying too much. 

“You haven’t told anyone about this? Not even Azzi?” he asked after a while.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t. How can I tell her that my mom made me choose between her or my family, without making her feel guilty?”

Geno didn’t have an answer to that. 

“Exactly,” Paige murmured. “I love Azzi. But I love my siblings as well. And I’d do anything for them. It’s killing me that I can’t have both. What do I do, Geno? What the hell do I do?”

The man took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He didn’t have an answer to that either.

“And on top of that, our fans are bullying my girlfriend right in front of me. I know she won’t admit it, but I can tell how much it hurts her. It feels like I’m just bringing bad things into her life now. I can’t… I don’t even have the guts to stand up for her. I’m not even grown enough to be out and proud for her. I feel like a curse to her and myself.”

“I understand that it feels like an impossible situation. But you won’t find the answers on your own. You have to talk to Azzi about your relationship instead of trying to make decisions for the both of you,” Geno said at last. 

“It is an impossible situation,” Paige just said. 

“So if it’s an impossible situation, what do you have to lose, talking to Azzi?” Geno questioned. 

Paige thought about it for a while, before answering: “Everything.” 

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Lando Norris X F!Reader X Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/N has always loved hard and shows that through affection. Especially lately. She's a touch-starved kind of lovergirl, and Lando has always been okay with it. At least she thought so.

Warning(s): angst, tension, flangst, fluff

A/N: TAGLIST IS FULL!!!! I won't be able to tag anymore of you on it, I'm sorry, loves!! I wrote this entire fic listening to Olivia Rodrigo guys so have so much fun lol. I love how much you guys are loving this fic and my writing, it truly means the world!! Enjoy this for now, friends :)

Things had been different.

As normal as they could be now, in the moment, but still different.

People had begun to notice that Lando and Y/N had not been seen with one another.

The pair had never really called it quits, but they both truly knew it was done the second she walked out that door at the Canadian GP. That's what hurt the most.

Lando knew better than most that she would come around when she was ready. That she would say her piece when she felt it was a better time. He knew better than to push her. He knew that now at least. It didn't stop the constant messaging he did the night of their fight, he couldn't help it.

His emotions got the best of him that night, and they continued to get the best of him. When it came to the after-party post the F1 movie premiere, he couldn't stop thinking about Lewis' words.

It didn't stop him from messaging Max that night of the premiere, asking if it were true.

You have a lot of fuckin nerve to be sending me a message right now

That's all he received from the Redbull driver, nothing more, nothing less. Lando didn't know if he should be worried or have no right to be upset knowing what he knows now.

He didn't even think Max would send a response back. If anything, he expected a middle finger emoji if Max did respond.

He definitely couldn't be mad in this very moment he woke up in.

A sigh left his lips as he got dressed in his hotel room, pulling on his clothes for the flight back to Monaco. Too tired and distraught to even worry about the state of his hair, throwing a hat on over it with his hood.

He grabbed his things, setting down a note on the nightstand. His eyes stayed on the familiar blonde head, Magui, who was his ex-girlfriend, who lay bare on his bed, fast asleep.

Without a second look, he had made his way out the door, and out towards the car waiting for his arrival.

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There was a knock on Y/N's bathroom door, the girl mumbling a 'come in' not too long, Max peering his head in. He looked at her in amusement, opening the door wider as he stood there leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N sat on her counter, legs criss-crossed in front of the sink, hair sitting in curlers as she was doing up her makeup, one of her playlists playing softly in the back. She looks back at him through the mirror, a soft and genuine smile forming on her lips. "What?"

He shook his head, snapping out of the daze he caught himself in as he looked at her with his arms crossed.

"Nothing. Do you want anything while I'm out?" Max asks her, and she nods, looking back at him.

"Can you get more bubbly water?" her voice softly responds, Max nodding at her. "The orange cream?"

She nods with a hum. "Anything else, or just that?"

"No, just that. I don't need anything else for now, especially since we have to leave for Austria in a few days," she explains, turning her head back to finish doing her makeup.

"Got it," he hums before walking up behind her. His arms wrap around her waist, causing her to flinch lightly, the action not going ignored by Max. He frowns.

Ever since they'd gotten home, she had been acting differently. Acting off, less touchy, more faded.

That was almost two weeks ago.

Max hated it. He hated this new her; it wasn't like her at all. He could tell she craved to be touched, to be shown affection in some sort of way. To hug everyone she came into contact with, because it was a normal reflex of hers.

He had watched how she would go up to hug some of the crew, only to hesitate and make it look like she was just stretching instead of pulling them into hugs.

Or when Max would come by to watch a movie with her, to keep her distracted from falling into the social media craze going on.

He could see how her body would twitch to reach out for him across the couch. Max is only sitting far from her to give her space, to not overwhelm her.

Then, when he would finally give up, pull her into his embrace, he would feel the instant relaxation her body would. Like she was melting into his own body.

This wasn't her. This wasn't Y/N.

Instead of arguing, as now wasn't the best time for it, he placed a kiss on her head and hugged her tightly. Careful to not mess her concentration up as she did her eyeshadow.

"I'll be back in a bit, yeah? Then off to La Rascasse?" he says, his eyes connecting with hers in the mirror.

"Sounds good to me," she agrees, Max pressing one more kiss to her head before leaving the bathroom. He heads towards her hallway to slip on his shoes and grab his keys.

The house becomes silent after he leaves, Y/N feeling weird now that she is on her own. Her music was playing softly in the background of the bathroom, echoing along the walls. Something in her body felt off when Max wasn't there.

Y/N hums to herself as she leans back to look at her eye makeup from a distance, nodding once to herself in satisfaction before moving over to put on her lashes.

As she begins to reach over the counter to grab her lash supplies, her phone began to buzz next to her.

She looks down at the name, only frowning as she reads the name across the screen. She debates with herself on answering. Deciding to slide it over to answer.

Y/N brings up the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Y/N, hey."

"Hey Charles, what's going on? You okay?"

"I'm alright, I just needed to make you aware of something," he says slowly, his tone sounding unnerving. "I think it's right to let you know, so you can sort out the options."

She frowns at his words.

"Um, yeah, okay. What does that mean?"

"Have you spoken to Lando?"

Hearing his name was easier than it was a couple of weeks prior. Y/N not freezing as soon as she hears his name off Charles' lips.

"He's been trying to message me. I just don't respond. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."

She hears him sigh on the other end. She can imagine he is probably running a hand over his face as the breath sounds muffled. "Well, this might be a deal breaker. I think you deserve to know, in case things change between you two."

"Charles, I love you, but please spit it out. I'm not going to break more than I already have."

"Y/N," he starts, as if he is trying to find the words. "He's been seeing Magui again. They left together after the premiere, and then she's been around our group a lot more."

Y/N doesn't really know how to react in that moment. She thought it would break her to hear the news, but she didn't feel her insides churn. She didn't feel like screaming, just felt like her throat went dry.

The girl hadn't even noticed how long it had been until Charles said her name, making her clear her throat and shake her head slightly.

"You okay?" he asks.

She didn't know at that moment. She wasn't exactly peachy, but she wasn't crying on the floor, unable to breathe. Not like she would've been if it were two weeks ago when she heard the news.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't really know what to say."

"I'm sorry. I just figured you needed to know. Alex and I really thought it would be wrong if you found out by her being seen around the paddock one day," he admits, making her nod with a hum. She began to pinch at her skin not too long after. "I know this is probably a dumb question to ask, but does this mean you guys are over? Like really over?"

Hearing the question in real words made it feel surreal. It made it sound official. Not that they ever really did vocalize it, but deep down, they both had known. She had known she wouldn't have been able to act like it never happened. Like he never said what he did.

"No. I don't think so," she finally says, pinching her thighs as she bites her lip.

Most would've said she was being dramatic or inconsiderate. What they didn't know was that it was way deeper than people knew.

She was never allowed to show her feelings, express them, or talk about them growing up with her grandparents. They absolutely hated it; they always said it would make her look weak.

It wasn't until she had met Max that she realized showing and sharing emotions was not a bad thing to do. It was a good thing. He was the reason she showed more love, more affection, more emotion with others.

Max showed her it was okay to be herself. He was never ashamed of her.

Lando had been skeptical of it at the start, shrugging it off. Always asking her why she was so touchy. Y/N never thought anything of it, never looked more into the way he gave her weird looks when she explained why.

When Max never questioned it. Not once. He embraced it, which to this day still shocks her, as he is not the type of guy who likes showing affection like that. He liked keeping the mysterious and dark persona.

That's why people said she was like the sunshine to him. She never had to hesitate around Max. When he was mad, he never pushed her away.

Always made her feel like she was enough.

Oh fuck.

Charles and she didn't talk for much longer after that, only asking when and where they would be once they got to the club later that evening. Y/N's mind racing as time passed.

It wasn't long before Max was back, the girl hearing him announce his presence when walking through the door.

"Schat, where'd you go?" he asks, Y/N realizing he had walked by the bathroom.

"Bedroom! Trying to put on my dress," she says more to herself as she huffs while trying to zip the side of it up her torso. "Neuken, come on," she mutters to herself, her tongue sticking out as she tries to zip up the side.

Max walks in, chuckling as he watches her struggle. He couldn't help but take in how pretty she looked in that moment.

The dress fit her form perfectly, despite her curses and arguments with the zipper; he thought she was glowing. "Wil je hulp lieverd?" (You want help, dear?) he chuckles at her, earning a knowing look from her.

"What do you think, wijsneus?"

Max puts his hands up in surrender before making his way over to her, bending over slightly to be at the height of her issue.

"Arms up, mooi meisje," he says softly, his head now closer to her own as she finds herself looking at him. She does as she's told, lifting her arms up as his hands smoothly help the zipper glide up her skin.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he finished, Max keeping his eyes on the zipper in concentration.

"You sure love to stare, don't you?" he jokes, earning an eyeball from her. Max chuckles, hearing her swear at him in Dutch. Max looks down at the ground next to them, seeing her shoes sitting there.

Max goes to bend down, grabbing the heels before turning back towards her, fully kneeling in front of her. She frowns.

"What're you doing?" she asks. "You don't have to help me, I can do it."

Max tuts at her as she tries to grab her heels from him.

"Lemme help," he offers, giving her a look. She shoots one back.

"I don't wanna be-"

"I swear if you say that you don't want to be suffocating one more time, we're going to have bigger issues," his voice more stern and serious in that moment. She doesn't miss the way his eyes had something fiery behind them.

"But Max-"

"Enough."

"Max-"

"Y/N I said enough, liefje."

Y/N nods slowly, knowing better then to test Max's patience, as it was something that wore thing very quickly with him.

He pats his shoulders. "Put your hands here for support," he tells her while leaning down to grab her left foot and place her heel on. Y/N softly places her hands on him, keeping her grip somewhat firm. He began to wrap the straps around her calves, Y/N not missing the way his fingertips softly would come into contact with her skin.

It made it feel different. Weird. It was a feeling she wasn't complaining about, that was for sure.

He sets her leg down, then grabs her other foot to do the same process. Y/N feels herself gulping every so often as she finds herself craving his touch more and more.

She told herself it was because she was touch-starved. She wasn't as touchy anymore as she once was. It was the itch coming back as she tried to hold back from being who she normally was.

Max finishes tying the straps together, his eyes looking up at hers to see her looking down at him with an expression he could read better than she could.

Y/N was aroused. She didn't even know it. He could tell.

So instead of saying some snide comment, he decides to play into it. His eyes never left her own as he brought his lips down to the inside of her thigh by her knee, letting them run featherlight against her skin. He then decided to place a slow and light kiss onto the skin just above the inside of her knee.

He doesn't miss the way her chest moved up and down a bit quicker than normal, Max letting a small smirk form on his lip as he pulled away. He stood up shortly after, placing a hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on her head.

"Let's get going before we hear it from Daniel for being late."

She stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what had just happened. Her body tingling in a way she was not used to feeling. Like she wanted more of not just someone's touch, but Max's touch.

What was happening?

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Once they had arrived, Max didn't hesitate to grab her hand tightly to weave through the buzzing crowds inside the darkened atmosphere.

Y/N kept her distance when they approached the table, only doing small hugs with everyone she greeted. Not wanting to overstep in their space.

It wasn't until Daniel had come up to hug her, frowning when she gave him a shy side-hug. He shook his head. "No, you bring it all in. Come here," he chuckles to her, pulling Y/N in for the biggest bear hug. She felt herself relax as her arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing him back just as much as he did her.

Max kept his gaze on her as he watched her face contort from anxious to content in a matter of seconds.

Once Daniel had broken away from her, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around Charles in a tight hug. A Y/N kind of hug. Charles didn't hesitate to wrap her up in his embrace, humming with a laugh.

"There's the Y/N I know," he jokes as he pulls away. "Always sharing love with everyone. How it should be."

He nods at her slowly in understanding, Y/N giving him a sheepish smile.

"Wait, did Charles get a Y/N hug? Move over, it's my turn!" Lewis jokes before cutting in to let Y/N wrap her arms around him tightly.

"I've missed these. It hasn't been the same," he groans. Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Such a drama queen."

Lewis pulls away and looks at her. "I'm serious. Your physical affection is like the entire grid's depression cure. Never change."

Y/N lets his words sink in, nodding at him before going to sit down on one of the couches next to Max. He leaned over to her.

"See? Everyone loves it. Loves you," he mumbles into her ear. "Get that nonsense out of your head. Own who you are," he assures her, pulling back to give her a knowing look. She just stares back at him, his closeness making her heart beat faster.

"I'll try."

"And trying is enough."

She smiles at him before he kisses her temple, turning to start a conversation with Daniel and George. Y/N had ended up talking with Alexandra and Kika for a bit, her mind staying distracted as they conversed.

The night had dragged on, filled with dancing, drinks, trips to the DJ booth and appetizers being ordered to their section.

Y/N had felt relaxed for the first time in days.

She had loosened up enough to go dance with the girls, feeling her throat drying up from the lack of water in her system.

Her hand finds Kika's, squeezing it to get her attention. "I'm going to go get some water, and then step outside," she tells her, watching her friend nod with a smile.

Y/N went and grabbed a water from one of the bartenders, then made her way towards the balcony where a staircase led to the rooftop. She stuck with standing out on the balcony, not wanting everyone to send out a search party if she was gone for too long.

She let herself lean over the balcony, somewhat resting her aching feet in the heels she wore. A sigh left her lips as the wind blew into her face.

"You look gorgeous," a low voice booms behind her, causing her to whip her head around. Her breathing stilled.

Lando stood there with his hands in his pockets, his button-up halfway undone, and a pair of black jeans donning his legs. He had a somewhat nervous and sheepish expression on his face, like he was preparing himself for her to not give him the time of day.

When she said nothing and turned back to the view in front of her, Lando took that as his chance to take the spot next to her.

He leaned over the railing, lacing both of his hands together as his elbows propped him over it slightly. He let out a huff, his eyes searching the view in front of them.

"How have you been?" he asked her, keeping his gaze ahead.

She nods slowly, pursing her lips together. "Good."

Lando hums with a nod. "That's good."

"What do you want, Lando?" she asks softly, her tone sounding defeated as she begins to pinch at her skin. He lets his head fall to look at his hands.

"I want to say I'm sorry," he starts, hearing her scoff. "I know it's late, first off, and that you don't want to give me the time of day, second off. I just couldn't keep it contained any longer."

"Is that it?"

"No," he sighs. "I regret what I said. Every single day since then. You're not anything I said. You're the complete opposite."

She looks at him, seeing his jaw clench and unclench before he turns his head to look at her. "You're loving. You're caring. You give love to everyone around you because that's just who you are. You're a giver."

Her gaze was blank, but he could tell she was preventing herself from lighting him up. Because she was better than that. Even though they both knew he deserved it. "I was angry and mad and upset about how the race ended for me. I took it out on you, and that's not okay. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," he says, his tone uneven and cracking every so often as he turns his whole body towards hers.

Y/N crosses her arms, feeling her guard slip lightly. Then the reminder of the phone call with Charles earlier echoes in her brain. She looks down at the ground for a moment. She then looks back up at him.

"Thank you. For apologizing," she starts, her voice like silk. Lando feeling his body physically relaxing. "But you chose to wrap yourself around Magui for the time being."

Lando felt his face falter, his stomach drop to his ass. He frowns. "How-how did you-"

"Charles thought I should be aware. In case things would have changed between us," she admits. "I get that you were feeling a lot of guilt and regret. But seeing her after what she's done to you showed me something else in you. I can't trust that."

Lando nods at her words, letting his head fall to look at his feet.

"I do care about you Lando. I always will, that'll never change," she assures him. "But I need someone who won't make me question my worth when things get tough. Or say things in the heat of the moment that cause breaks like these."

He nods. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I hope you know that."

She nods, giving him a shy and sad smile. "I know that now. But you can't turn back time."

"I know," he agrees. "Can I at least hug you? It's been killing me."

Y/N stops herself from chuckling at his words, nodding slowly. Lando doesn't waste another second slithering his arms around her waist to pull her into his embrace. She wraps her arms around his neck, the affection feeling different between them now. More platonic than romantic. "I hope she treats you better this time," Y/N admits as they pulled away.

He shrugs. "Seems like she's changed. I don't want to take any risks yet."

The pair soon makes their way back inside, Y/N looking around for a familiar Dutch driver. She somewhat feels her body react before her emotions, stopping in her tracks.

He was across the bar, talking and chatting closely with his ex girlfriend, whom was getting closer than Y/N liked to admit.

She didn't understand why it was making her insides churn. Why she was glaring at the two long enough to make Lando chuckle at her expression.

"I wouldn't stress about that," Lando says, making her snap out of her daze and frown at him.

"What do you mean? Worry about what?"

Lando laughs harder at her dumbfounded state. He motions towards Max and Kelly. "That. The pair you're basically digging graves for with your eyes."

Y/N shook her head in confusion. "I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Lando can see the genuine confusion in her eyes, the Brit realizing she hasn't come to her senses yet. He knew Max would probably kill him when he found out the next thing he let slip before he could control it.

"Max is so in love with you," he admits, making them both widen their eyes. Lando for being shocked that he just said that, Y/N for hearing the words that left his mouth.

"I- He- What?" she sputters, Lando groaning as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Well fuck," Lando chuckles to himself nervously. He then sighs in defeat. "No going back now. But yeah, Max loves you. Always has."

Y/N shook her head. "No. No way. Good joke," she chuckles before walking back towards their section of the room. Lando followed after her as she marched her way towards Daniel and Lewis.

The pair smiled warmly at her, then they frowned, seeing the determination and shock on her face.

"You alright?" Daniel asks once she gets to them.

"Is it true?" she asks, the boys looking at her confused.

It wasn't long until Lando came up behind her, a somewhat anxious look on his face. Lewis scowls at him. "What did you say to her?" he whips, making her put her hands up in defense.

"He didn't mean to, don't yell at him," she defends, not missing the way shock is all over their faces. "Although he might need help escaping after Max finds out."

"Okay, seriously, what did you tell her? Max already has a target on your head," Daniel groans while rubbing a hand over his face.

"Max is in love with me?"

Lewis choked on his drink, Daniel choked on air, and Lando rubbed the back of his neck. The two older boys look at Lando. "I'd get a head start on running if I were you," Lewis says, Lando letting out a groan.

"So it's true?" Y/N asks, her tone softer as she crossed her arms.

They look back down at her before Lewis sighs with a nod. "Yeah, it's true."

Y/N didn't know what to think, or much less what to do in that moment.

A part of her was confused, while a bigger part of her felt something different. Almost as if it were relief. Like hearing those words brought her entire body into a calmer realm.

"I think you made her short-circuit," Daniel says as he leans over to Lewis. Y/N gives them a look. She then turns to Lando, putting a hand on his arm.

"They're right," she says with a nod. "You're gonna want to get a headstart on running right now."

"Y/N!" Lando groans while running both hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry! It's true!"

"She's right, mate. Espcially after he almost bashed your head into the wall at the dinner last week-"

"He did what?!" She snaps, the boys all flinching at her tone, the dutch accent coming out more evidently in that moment.

"To be fair he deserved it after everything that happened on race day," Lewis says while pointing at Lando, whom agrees shockingly enough.

"Besides the point," Daniel cuts in. "What're you thinking? What's happening in that brain of yours?"

She shook her head. "Everything. Nothing. I don't even know," she sputters out, rubbing her forehead. Her head snaps over to Max, whom was still happily talking and laughing with Kelly.

Before she realized it, her insides began to churn again, eyes squinting harshly their way.

"Wow, jealous much?" Lewis jokes, making her smack his arm.

"I don't get jealous."

"You do," Lando admits. "You are right now."

She glares at him. "Shouldn't you be halfway across Europe by now?"

His face fell at her words, and Daniel and Lewis both snickered at her words. He rolled his eyes a second later, putting a hand on her torso and squeezing it lightly.

She sees Kelly's hand reach up to caress his shoulder, which made the boys all mumble out 'uh-oh's. Y/N decides to fully turn her body towards their direction, crossing her arms while keeping her stare directly on them.

"Are you gonna glare them to death?" Daniel jokes, Lewis and Lando immediately catching onto what she was doing.

"Just wait for it," Lando trails off.

A few moments later, Max chuckled at something Kelly said. He turned his head towards their section while his eyes searched, then immediately froze when he caught Y/N staring.

It was a look he knew all too well.

"You Dutch women are scary," Daniel chuckles while shaking his head. "How does he sense that?"

Lewis chuckles. "It's the face everyone fears on the grid. You just sense it before you know she's there. It's scary being on the receiving side of her stare."

Max's entire face fell, shame contorting into an ashamed expression. His expression soon hardened, then darkened fully when he caught Lando standing next to her. He was standing way too close for his liking.

What made Max drop everything he was doing, Kelly not even existing in his mind anymore, or in front of him for that matter, was seeing Lando's hand on her waist.

Max didn't even acknowledge Kelly after that moment, just leaving her mid-sentence as he made his way to the group.

Y/N stood her ground, not flinching as he got closer.

"Why're you near her?" Max's voice boomed as he got closer to Lando, but he almost tripped over his own feet when she stepped in front of Lando. His entire demeanor softens, but then goes to complete embarrassment as he meets her glare.

"He and I are fine. We sorted it out. Don't start," she explains. Max was about to argue with her. Until she raised her brows, as if saying, 'try me'. He huffs, not hesitating to nod at her words.

He then glares back at Lando. "You're still in deep shit with me," he points out, Lando pursing his lip with a nod.

"He's about to be in deeper shit," Daniel mumbles with a snort, Lewis smacking his arm hard. Max frowns as Y/N gives Daniel the same scary look.

"Not funny. Sorry."

"What's he mean?" Max asks.

"Doesn't matter," she rejects, shaking her head. "What were you and-"

"Don't change the subject, what're they talking about? What did Lando do?" he argues back.

Y/N shook her head. "We're not doing this here."

Max turns his gaze back to Lando, hardening as he looks. Lando leaned to Y/N before squeezing her side. "That's my cue," he says. "Good luck."

With that, Lando's pace quickens as he leaves the space while Y/N lets out an internal groan at Max. "Do you always have to go Mad Max on people?"

"When it comes to you, yes," he says with no hesitation in his tone. "Now what are those two talking about?"

She looks over at Daniel and Lewis for help, the two boys putting their hands up in defense. "I'm gonna go find Charles," Lewis says before leaving.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Daniel says, leaving shortly after Lewis.

She lets her mouth drop in awe, muttering a 'klootzakken' as she watches them leave.

Her gaze turned back up to Max, who stood towering over her. His look hard and only focused on her. She now very aware of how close he was.

"Let's go then, shall we?" he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Fine."

It wasn't long until they were outside of the venue, Max helping her into his car before shutting the door behind her and making his way over to his side.

The first few minutes in the car were silent, Max's jaw clenching as Y/N kept pinching at her wrists.

It didn't take an ounce of hesitation for Max to reach over with his free hand and lace it with hers. "Pinch it," he tells her, Y/N looking at him for a second before sighing.

"Why were you with her?" she asks softly, Max taking note of how defeated she sounded.

He didn't hesitate to answer. "She was telling me about P. How she was doing," he explains. "Then she told me how much her and P missed having me around."

That made her scoff. "Yeah, she misses using you for her advantage," she says more to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.

He smacks her thigh. "No need to be jealous, schat. Enough of that."

"I'm not jealous. Why does everyone think I'm jealous?" She groans, Max trying to hide the amused and smug smile on his face.

"Because you are. Your telltale signs aren't very discreet, honing."

"Because I'm not jealous," she scoffs, keeping her gaze out the window.

"So if I went home with her, you wouldn't have been upset with me?" he tests, making her movements on his hand stop. Max chuckles lightly to himself as he squeezes her hand.

"Exactly."

"Whatever."

Max frowns at her tone, turning to look at her for a second. "Hey, no. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Shut down," he says before looking back at the road. "I would never go home with her. She's not the one I want. She never was."

Y/N stays quiet, knowing she couldn't trust her emotions. Everything heightening as every moment passed.

It was quiet for another moment, before Max spoke up once more.

"So are you going to tell me what they were all talking about earlier?" he trails off.

"I don't think you're gonna want to hear that. Trust me," she chuckles while shaking her head.

"Try me, honing."

She huffs. "If I tell you, then you can't kill any of them. Not even Lando."

Y/N didn't miss the way his jaw clenched and eyes hardened at Lando's name, only nodding after. "You have my word."

She looks at him, her fingers playing with his hand once more.

"Are you in love with me?"

Her body is jolted forward in a harsh move, due to Max slamming on the brakes for a split second at her words. The tires are heard screeching as the car comes to a halt.

Y/N looks behind them, checking to make sure he didn't just accidentally brake-check someone. Taking the clear sign of no car honking behind him as the first hint, then seeing nobody was behind them for blocks.

She then whips her head over to Max, whose eyes are now wide with shock, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other is now clutching onto her waist for safety.

"So I'm guessing by the reaction you just had that it's true," she says slowly, watching his face contort into all sorts of emotions.

He stayed silent, Y/N seeing his Adam's apple bob a few times before he began to accelerate the car once again. "Max," she says. He stays silent still. "Max Emilian."

"You weren't supposed to find out. Not like this at least."

She frowns at his words. "Elaborate, please? When was I gonna find out?"

She watched as he pursed his lips before biting them every so often.

"Max if you don't start talking-"

"I didn't want you to find out. Not with everything fresh with Lando," he admits, shaking his head as he pulls the car into the apartment garage. "I didn't want you thinking I was taking advantage of you when I just wanted to be there, just as much as you are with me."

Her face softened, seeing that it really was making him feel guilty. Seeing that she had to find out amid everything she had been dealing with for the last few weeks.

Before she can ask him anything further, he puts the car in park and whips his door open before closing it with a slam.

She doesn't miss the way he still makes his way around the car to her side, opening her door softly as he helps her out. She could tell he was ready to murder the boys, but he kept his composure around her.

They walked up to her apartment quietly, the tension rising as they got closer to her door. Y/N practically being able to feel Max's frustration radiate off his skin. She unlocked her door, walking inside as he followed shortly after.

He shuts the door behind him before huffing, his eyes looking to see Y/N standing there with her arms crossed. Her expression basically begging for answers.

Max rubs his forehead. "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

"Begin niet, Max." (Don't start, Max.)

He could tell by her tone that this wasn't the time to joke.

The man lets out a sigh, letting his eyes gaze into her own across the room. "Yes," he chokes out. "I'm in love with you. So in love that it hurts my chest."

Y/N lets her stance somewhat falter, her arms uncrossing. "Oh Max," she softly answers, seeing the pain in his eyes. Like he felt guilty for telling her.

"I have since the day you stood up for me at the Go-kart championship with my dad," he chuckles dryly to himself. "It was that day I told myself this girl has some spark in her. Playing with fire with no remorse. She's it for me," he half-heartedly jokes, but meaning every word. "I'm in love with you to the point where all I care about seeing is you happy. Even if that's not with me."

Her brows furrow. "What?"

He shrugs in defeat. "When Lando came to me after your first date with him, I could tell he was good for you. Same with you for him. Yeah it hurt like a fucking scooter to the ankle, but you were happy. That's what I cared about," he explains. "So if you two decide to fix things, and it makes you happy, then I'll be okay with that. I'll still probably give him a run for his money every so often, but if that's what you want."

Y/N was about to speak up, but then he says one more thing to her.

"I didn't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. Of stealing you away after what you went through. I'm better than that, but I didn't like seeing you not be yourself. I hated it and hated him for that. I wanted to be there giving you the support and tough love you needed to heal and make the right decision," he admits once more. "So if he's still it for you, then I'll live with that. He just better not ruin his chances again."

Y/N stays silent for a moment, just in case he had anything further to say, soon seeing he was finished. She kept her arms crossed.

"You know, I have been fighting with myself all week. About going back to Lando. Working things out," she starts. Max feels his heart beat faster every second that passes. "But then there were small things I noticed. From not just these past few weeks, but the last decade. Little things you've done, no questions asked."

He just keeps his gaze on her. "When I was on the phone with Charles today, I came to the realization of why I've always been picky with my relationships," she says, laughing dryly to herself. "Because they weren't you."

Max feels his mouth open just slightly, as if giving him the lightest breath of fresh air from her words.

"Liefje." (Darling)

She nods, more to herself as if confirming it to her mind. She had feelings for Max. She wanted Max.

"I can't promise to jump into things right now," she adds. "But it doesn't mean I'm not willing to try seeing where this goes with you. I really want to. More than I think I can admit."

Max smiles are her softly. "I can work with slow."

She smiles at him as he advances towards her. He cautiously wraps his arms around her waist, watching her soften into his touch instead of freezing or jolting at it.

It was a work in progress.

"Can I at least kiss you? Or is that too fast?"

"Kus me maar, jij zachtaardige reus." (Kiss me, you gentle giant) she chuckles, watching his smile grow slowly as he leans in.

He didn't waste a second longer

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A/N: Ahhh, that's part three! How're we feeling? What's the vibe for everyone? Satisfied? Lemme know, I'm intrigued hehe!!

She's a long one, but she is here! I hope you all enjoyed!

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Needy-Anakin Skywalker ▪──── ⚔ ────▪

Summary: You come back to your quarters after a brutal fight; Anakin is there to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff, suggestiveness, hurt/comfort

CW: Fem!Reader, second person point of view, no use of y/n, Reader has problems with letting people take care of her, possible inaccurate descriptions of the SW universe? I just started the movies so please have mercy on me, I wrote this with ROTS Anakin in mind, but you can definitely read it about AOTC Ani too, references to...Being horny? I don't know what to call it bruh. Mentions of blood, open wounds, and nausea!!

Word Count: 1.0k

A/N: Three fics in one week? Has hell frozen over?!?!? Anyways okay, I purposefully didn't write any smut for this because I usually suck at it. But if you would like a part two with said smut, say the word and I'll get straight to work!! Thank yewwww!!!

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You limp your way to your room, shooting pains rushing up your leg. You ignore the stickiness of blood clinging to your side. You sway every so often, resisting the urge to faint. Only a few paces from your room you hear a familiar voice.

“Where is she? She should be back by now.” He sounds worried, and you can practically see the crease in his brow. You push it down, refusing to let him see you like this. You peek around the corner, finding his back turned to you. You move as quickly as you can, entering your room with minimal noise. You take long strides until you’re able to fall onto your couch. Just as your legs touch the fabric, your door opens again. Anakin strides inside, his eyes locking on yours immediately.

“How the hell did you know I was here?” You shake your head to yourself not long after muttering the question, fucking Jedi senses. “Never mind.” You wince, placing a hand over your side.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, rushing over to you. He kneels in front of you, his hand resting over your own.

“I’m fine, Anakin.” You pull your shirt down further. Anakin looks up at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

“Why are you lying to me?” You groan at his inquiry.

“Stop getting in my fucking head, Skywalker.” Your voice raises and it makes your head throb. You lean back, resting it on the back of the couch with a soft whimper.

“Where are you hurt? Let me see.” He grabs the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it up. You push his hand away, looking up again.

“Leave it alone, I’m fine!” You snap. Anakin leans back slightly, watching you with concerned eyes. You sigh, rubbing a hand across your forehead in hopes it will somehow alleviate your headache. “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t want you worrying about me.” You respond softly.

“I always worry about you, no matter where you are, or who you’re with. I will always worry about you.” He whispers, his voice putting you at such ease you almost fall asleep.

“I don’t like looking weak.” You whisper, almost inaudible, but he heard it.

“You aren’t weak, you’ve never been weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know, showing some vulnerability once in a while isn’t going to change that.” He says, resting a hand over your own. You sigh again, lifting your shirt up for him. You can hear him inhale sharply, making you wince.

“Is it that bad?” You smile a little, trying to calm yourself. His grip moves to your thigh, squeezing tighter than expected.

“Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice low and rough. It was the complete opposite of how he usually spoke to you. You couldn’t lie; it made your face burn seeing him so protective over you. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing his hand between them in the process.

“I don’t remember, I just started swinging.” This makes him chuckle, and you smile. You gain the courage to look down, staring at the open wound. “Holy…I did not expect it to look that bad.” You take a deep breath, looking away quickly. “I think I’m going to throw up.” You groan, the sight of your own marred flesh making you queasy.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He gives your thigh a reassuring squish before rushing off to your bathroom. You whine at the pain and the ever-growing heat between your legs. Having someone, especially Anakin, fuss over you like this…It was ruining you in the best way possible. He’s back at your side within seconds, a first aid kit in hand.

“Lean back, my love.” He whispers, gently pushing you further into the couch. You lean your head against the back once again, breathing fast. Anakin finishes cleaning and bandaging your wounds in record time, you barely had time to blink. You look down at your now covered stomach and smile to yourself. You pull your shirt down just as he comes back, watching you with a gaze you can’t quite understand.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, sitting beside you. He places a hand over your upper thigh, making you push them together again.

“Better, thank you.” You smile, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

“You want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He asks, an annoying smirk taking up his face. You look at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing with unsaid words.

“Are you using your fucking Jedi tricks on me again?!” You ask, leaning back to look at him.

“I don’t need to rely on those when you make it so obvious yourself.” Anakin chuckles, gesturing to your thighs pushed tightly against each other. You look away from him, his gaze making you melt.

“Whatever.” You say, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Hey.” He whispers, grabbing your chin with his other hand. He meets your eyes with a soft smile. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I just wanted to know what it was I did to get you so needy.” He flashes you a teasing smile, but his words remain true. You have no reason to feel embarrassed, not with Anakin.

“You…Taking care of me. I’ve never had anyone do that for me. You were just so gentle and you got so protective…I couldn’t help but feel needy.”

“Would you like me to help you?” He asks, his voice honey smooth. He leans into you, pushing you to lay on the couch.

“Yes.” Your answer is quick and completely expected. Anakin instantly pushes his mouth against yours, licking into your mouth with his wet tongue. You moan into it, arching your back and pushing your chest against his.

“My needy girl.” His whispers into your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. “I’ll always take care of you…”

[punks-never-die205]

By the Horns

Hybrid Bull AU

Thanks to @don-mellow and the FANTASTIC Bullstass art that inspired @hannahbarberra162 -> and then me -> to write some Hybrid Bull AU content.

Seriously check out those two as soon as you can. I am incredibly lucky to have talented people in my orbit like this. It literally feeds me.

Personal Note: I do have a LOT of Kid WiPs. I have not forgotten them, I have not abandoned them. I haven't had the drive to write Kid in MONTHS. So rejoice with me.

CW: Hurt, sex, revenge, murder, abuse, dark themes, estrus, tensions between humans and hybrids, so much sex, so much - and in an unexpected twist: consensual drugging, 18+ only.

Tag List: @keiva1000, @mfreedomstuff, @likeeliterallywtf, @usopp-enjoyer

Chapter 1: Tail End

You ran. 

And ran.

Everything ached, but everything had hurt before you started running, and you only knew that you couldn’t stop. It was night time, probably sometime around 2 or 3 in the morning, still hours before the sun would rise.

Your breath billowed out in front of you like fog, and the tattered remnants of your clothing billowed out behind you like bits of sail. Bruises, dried blood, and dirt covered your skin in the places that the meager clothing didn’t cover, and honestly the bruises and scrapes were beneath the cloth too.

If you stopped running your farmer would find you, and he’d kill you.

You knew it as sure as you knew anything. Maybe it was the part of your mind that was an animal, an instinct that made you move even when all manner of conscious rebellion had been bred and beat out of you years ago. A strange desire to live, despite not even being sure you really deserved such a privilege.

Lights on the horizon, the edge of a farm, not the sky, catch your attention and you run toward them. If you’re around other people the farmer won’t kill you. At least not right away, and if you can get help before he shows up, then maybe he won’t be able to do so at all.

As you neared the source of the light something made your legs wobble. Relief, or exhaustion, or both. Someone steps out from the light into the dark, a bull you think, from his height and the horns, he wasn’t a farmer. Details about him flit into your mind and leave just as quickly, but you’re at least sure enough that he’s a bull that you continue moving toward him.

Bulls never hurt you, so maybe he could-.

“-help,” you gasp, your hoarse voice barely a sound above the breath that escaped you. It was enough for him to turn and look at you, eyes going wide in surprise. “Me.” 

The next step you took was all you had left, but you didn’t hit the dirt. You collapsed into a large, warm arm, that supported you entirely. You could see the dirt, and you think you managed to say some manner of thanks, but fear, exhaustion, and pain, took you into the darkness and you passed out.

Looking down at the form that’s collapsed onto his arm, Kid looks out to the fields and the horizon for any signs of lights or pursuers. It wasn’t every day a mostly naked woman ran onto the backside of the ranch like this, and given the state of you, you’d been running for a long time.

After a moment he figured it was safe to assume you’d made a clean escape, where ever you had been escaping from, and adjusted you in his arm enough to stand up and walk back to the ranch. He’d just finished fucking a few of his heifers and, as usual, had energy to spare. Shutting off lights as he walked by he checked into the pens of his stock as he took you back to the main house, checking every now and then that you were still breathing.

Everyone else was down for sleep, or close enough to it, and so he detoured to the small clinic. House, one of the few non-hybrids on the farm, was put up there. She’d been the ranch doctor before he and the others took over, and she’d stayed on as doc afterward. Anything House couldn’t handle meant either a trip to the city for the hospital, or a call to the creepy emo fuck who had some of the most effective weirdo voodoo shit going on.

Walking into the clinic, Kid starts turning on lights, working his way through as quietly as he can. House would fuck him up six ways to Sunday if he made a mess, and if she was asleep he wanted to leave her that way.

Or so he initially thought.

Setting his little intruder on the exam table, under the harsh lights of the room, Kid had a better idea of how hurt you were.

“You might need the hospital.” He says softly, looking you over. Layers of bruises, but the more he looks the more he’s unsure where the dirt stops and the bruising starts. There’s dried blood, caked in places, and fresh trickles from wounds you reopened from running. “Fuckin’ hells.”

Growling Kid steps out of the room, turning on the water in the bathroom and pulling down washrags and towels. Just as he’s getting ready to knock on House’s bedroom door it opens. She doesn’t look angry, just tired.

“Help me, doc.” He commands, pointing into the bathroom. “I’ll bring ‘er in.”

House moves into the bathroom without question, but her eyes go wide when he brings you in.

“Gods,” she breathes, kicking off her slippers and climbing into the tub before he even starts to set you into the warm water. “Who is she? Ain’t one of ours.” 

“Ran up to me when I came out the back pens.” He explains, ripping the useless remnants of your ruined clothes off easily and tossing them aside. 

“Anything broke?”

“Nothing I could feel or see.” Kid answers.

“Eh. We’ll get her cleaned up and I can examine her. Human huh?” She asks.

“Think so. If she’s a hybrid, she doesn’t have a tail, or anything else.” He explains, helping House by keeping you stable with his arm, handing her clean rags and more soap as she cleans you up.

“She’s not nearly as dirty as I was hoping she was.” House says professionally. “This bruising is terrible. Layered too. She’s been beat pretty fierce for a long time. These scrapes and the blood are from it too. Bare hands, not that it makes it better, but it doesn’t look like he used a bat or anything.”

She takes care to check the worst of the bruises for fractures before cleaning them. Your breathing is steady, and you are effectively fast asleep. Poor thing must’ve ran until you were beyond exhausted, and your body was forcing you to rest.

Made it easier to get you cleaned up and checked at least.

“Fuckin’ pig.” Kid growls, helping House turn you on your side.

“Yeah, he-.” House freezes, eyes wide. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong doc?”

“Kid.” She looks up at him, and the look on her face already had his temper flaring. “You have to stay calm, Kid.” 

“Tryin’.” He snarls.

“Try harder.” House instructs forcefully. “You have to put her back on the exam table for me.” She orders, one hand on the girl, one hand on Kid’s arm. “You hearing me?”

“Yeah.”

“Put her on the exam table.”

“Yeah.”

Kid finally starts moving, and House moves with him. The water in the hall is a small price to pay, and so House doesn’t say anything about it.

Hybrids aren’t all that different from humans. Unlike actual cows, they’re smart, adaptable, and as far as Kid and his friends were concerned, perfectly capable of ruling the world. Aside from a few differences like horns on bulls, tails, bovine ears, and body hair that could get a little thick like fur down the back, stomach and shoulders, they could look human.

Tails were about the only consistent indicator of a hybrid, the rest could come and go, and a good many hybrids only had tails. Everything else was human. It didn’t make ‘em human, and it didn’t make them less of a hybrid, it was just how genetics worked. On the other side of that, one of Kid’s bulls had bovine legs, which was the other end of the extremes.

If you had any fur the abuse might’ve caused it to fall out, patches of your hair had rinsed out in the bath, but House hadn’t gotten around to washing it properly before she had Kid put you back on the exam table. Fur usually matched hair color, but right now he couldn’t even be sure the hair color was correct.

He already knew, though, what House had noticed, even as he laid you back in the room. It took everything he had to keep from going mad with rage, but if he lost his cool he’d break the clinic and risk you and House.

“Go get Killer.” House commands.

“House-.”

“Get the fuck out of my clinic, Eustass Kid, before you lose your calm, and send in Killer. Forewarn him and send him in.” She commands. The only time House has, or uses, any authority is in times of medical need. She doesn’t stop anyone from doing what they do, she just patches people up afterward, and sometimes she’s patching people up she beat the shit out of if they fought in her clinic.

“And if you find who did this, I want to talk to them!” She shouts out after him.

Kid hears her, even over the rage pounding in his ears. He hears her and in a way it helps him calm down. Kid was big and harsh, a great weight that beat into the world around him until it gave way to what he wanted. There was finesse in a sense, but he was by the old adage, a bull in a shop of fine wares, and Kid didn’t give a shit about things that weren’t his.

You might not be, technically, his, but you were on his land and you’d asked for his help. His first compulsion was to find the person who abused you like that and break them in half. 

Simple. Effective. Elegant in its own way.

But too gods-forsaken-quick.

House, rough around the edges as she was, was a doctor. A needle that slipped between the seams, and exacting presence comparatively. House would fix the bones he’d break, and make it hurt worse the entire time, inflicting at least half as much pain as your abuser probably deserved.

Now the trick was going to be keeping the fucker alive in the first place. Once Kid figured out who it was, he was going to have to keep his own red-laced rage in check enough to bring House anything more than a corpse.

Fucker cut off your tail.

[starryeyedastronaut]

I can’t stop thinking about the Thunderbolts, I haven’t been this invested in a MCU movie in long ago. It’s not by any means perfect, like I think the plot would benefit from being given a slower pace and more space for the scenes to just. Breathe. Also not use a character throughout all the marketing promos only to kill them off 10 minutes into the movie. I don’t know. But the story itself and the characters? It’s just… There’s so much love in there, I was so happy when watching it and it makes me happy to think of it now, it has become a comfort movie in all senses of the word.

And I understand why everyone is having some sort of nostalgia due to Thunderbolts, because I have the same feeling. Not for the avengers though, neither for ‘the avengers live together in the Watchtower’ trope, I was never really into that.

What I’m nostalgic about is that Thunderbolts reminds me so much of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

And I can’t help but draw the similarities between both movies:

* The main antagonistic force being someone used for scientific experimentation in order to transform them into a human weapon.

* The REAL antagonist being a political authority trying to use said human weapon for their own gain and destroy everyone that gets in their way.

* A team running from the political authority trying to kill them as they fight to stop their plans.

* A blondie haunted by grief and loneliness, fighting hard to help the human weapon.

* Most importantly, love. Love ultimately saves both the human weapon and the world.

(I wanted to use the part where all the Thunderbolts are hugging Bob but I couldn’t find a gif of it, I think this one with Yelena saying “I’m Here” to Bob conveys the same feeling as the iconic “I’m with you ‘till the end of the line” moment)

*And also Bucky.

(Insert here two gifs from Bucky, one from CATWS and one from Thunderbolts. Which would be visible if only tumblr didn’t have a 10 image limit 😔)

But where Captain America: The Winter Soldier has a bittersweet ending with Bucky remaining alone. In Thunderbolts, Bob is able to stay with the team.

And there’s something poetic about the former human weapon being one of the people helping another in the same position he was in. And where Steve wasn’t able to get Bucky to stay, Bucky and the team made a home for Bob to live in with them, I like to think this brings some sort of closure to Bucky. It sure feels satisfying narrative wise, at least for me.

I have so many thoughts yet I can seem to find the right words, so let me just say that now Bob has a home in my heart too, just as Bucky way back on 2014.

I will end this by sharing an edit I found on TikTok that highlights the parallels between Bucky and Bob.

[echantedtoon]

OK OK!!feel free to ignore if you want but what if the cookie husbands realized we were pregnant before Yn cookie did?? What would their reaction be?:D

Ok. Imma only doing this one thing. Warnings for pregnancy mentioned.

SHADOW MILK COOKIE:

-He's LITERALLY the cookie of knowledge. Of COURSE he's going to figure it out long before you do. He notices there's something off the moment you first get a 'stomach flu' unable to keep anything down, specifically only in the mornings, and you don't have any other flu symptoms such as coughing, runny nose, etc. He knows the moment he realizes the specific conditions of your 'flu'. Don't let his childish personality fool you to how smart he actually is.

-You're literally going to be walking around the Spire and run into him humming happily and sewing together plushies, which wasn't new..but also tiny blankets and what looked like...Onesies?? No, no. They must've been outfits for his plushies but they did look.. strangely like baby dough clothes. "Darling?" He hums not looking up from the tiny jester outfit he's making matching his own. VERY invested in perfecting the poofy white collar on it. "Are you ok? What's with all the tiny blankets and clothes?" He just smiles knowingly still sewing the jester onesie.

-"Oh. Nothing really. Someone I know happens to be pregnant and I'm being so generous to make something for the baby.~" Now you honestly didn't know if that was the truth or if he was making it up again, but there being SO much baby sized stuff wasn't a coincidence. "Mystic Flour is pregnant?" "Nope.~" "Eternal Sugar Cookie??" "Not even close." "NOT CANDY APPLE COOKIE!?" "You are WAY off. Also, no. Black Sapphire Cookie can barely handle one of her." You sigh in relief but still confused. "Then who? You don't exactly know a lot of women." "Oh, you'll figure it out soon enough.~"

PURE VANILLA COOKIE:

-He probably would be like you and think it was something you ate or a bad stomach bug. Not to worry. A few days of rest and eating plenty of healthy foods would fix you right up! Except..it didn't. You were starting to get frustrated when the medicine you had been taking wasn't working. When you didn't get better by nearly three weeks he just offered to heal you and get it over with, you being tired of the nausea agreed. But both were shocked the next morning when you were back throwing up dinner from last night into the trash can with him holding your hair back.

-He's very concerned about this. Why wasn't he able to heal you? It was just a cold! He should've been able to heal a cold! Were you cursed?! Did Shadow Milk Cookie do something to you?! He's venting one day to Hollyberry Cookie whom actually gives her friend the answer- "Are you sure she's not just pregnant?" He just stops and stares at her. "Wha- Pregnant??" "It sounds like she just has morning sickness. That happens during the first month of pregnancy." "How do you know that?" "I literally have kids, Vanilla."

-His mind is blown, but it definitely makes sense. If you were pregnant then of course his healing didn't work if you weren't harmed to begin with! And Hollyberry would know being a mother herself! So you're super confused when you're woken up from your afternoon nap to him just scooping you up crying, straight up happy sobbing into your shoulder. He'll tell you later but for now just awkwardly comfort him.

ELDER FAERIE COOKIE:

-Was worried you were sick or had food poisoning but found it strange that even after changing up your diet and deep cleaning the castle wasn't enough. The royal doctor didn't find anything wrong the first time you're examined so could it be you were allergic to something instead of being sick? He visits the physician again to discuss it with him while you nap, you've seem to become more tired lately. After discussing the subject and a lot of thinking the physician changes his diagnosis from not sick to one month pregnant. This sends a shocked spike through him, but quickly it gives way to awe and a delightful happiness he wasn't used to feeling.

-You're confused about why he's suddenly having fairy servants bring him all the books on baby doughs and childcare he has in the library, and why all of a sudden the bedroom right next to yours is completely gutted, cleaned, and then paid artists are drawing nature and cute little animals on the walls. It's like he was preparing to run a daycare. "Darling, why are you acting so strangely?" He looks at you very seriously. "Dear..You may want to sit down-"

MILLENNIAL TREE COOKIE:

-His roots and vines told him. They told him the happening in Beast Yeast and told him the coming of his own children. "My own blood with go on with the beating of a different heart, and a new life shall bless the forest with their youth." As usual you had no idea what his prediction riddles meant but he seemed the most happy he'd been in a long time so you of course were happy for him, assuming the new life meant his forest would be alive with new trees or perhaps wildlife but you were WAY off mark.

-It never dawned on you until he wants to show you something. A rather particular large tree had a large hole at the base with you assumed an animal's den but instead you were surprised to see the a nursery. Not a plant nursery but a baby nursery complete with a crib made from vibes and branches, toys carved from wood, and a few plushies and blankets sewn from natural materials gifted from Wind Archer Cookie. "We will be needing it for the little ones. They'll be here in eight more months." ...Oh. That's why he was unphased by your symptoms.

[soul-controller]

Streamer to Streamer: Pride

Released just in time for the end of Pride month! Although, pride doesn't just end in June, does it...? 👀 This is one of my first Patreon stories, so I initially planned on trying to rewrite it, but IRL stuff prevented me from finishing it in time. So, I've decided to release it as-is, providing a bit of a time capsule to showcase how much my writing has progressed since writing this back in 2022. I hope you enjoy!

As Will Henderson made his way home from work, there was a slight pep in his step as he thought about his evening plans. Not only was he going to download and try out the new public test beta for one of his favorite games Dead By Daylight, but he was also going to do it live on his Twitch account. Ever since he had finally committed to becoming a regular streamer around four months ago, Will had found himself quite impressed by his growth in terms of followers. 

But as time went on and he continued to beat several of his own personal follower goals, there was something in his mind that left him quite dedicated to continuing his steady but impressive growth and reaching impressive milestones such as having over 1,000 followers. Given his current follower count though at just over 250 followers, the amount of followers he needed was quite a long shot within the predetermined time limit he gave to himself (a single month). Although most people would assume this hyper-fixation on his follower count was a negative side effect of his newfound reliance on this social platform, the reality was something much more wholesome. For years, Will had loathed his shitty retail job and thus wanted to leave it as soon as possible, so with his growing popularity on Twitch, the man believed that this along with his side gig as a transformation writer would be the perfect way for him to finally leave that career behind and do something that better fulfilled him.

However, almost immediately after loading into his first match, Will’s optimistic mood quickly soured as he found himself becoming the target of the killer as they quickly tunneled him to death. The killer was so dead set on killing him that not even the assistance of fellow survivors trying to take the killer’s attention away was effective enough to help Will survive longer than five minutes! 

As each additional match occurred, the man found himself enduring the same type of games that involved him being tunneled immediately to death. Trying to remedy this, the man tried his best to recruit some of his viewers and fellow streamer friends to try and help him survive longer than a few minutes. But not even this precaution was able to assist Will in his gaming struggles as he quickly began to piece together that the killers had been stream-sniping him and purposely putting on perks that prevented his friends from helping him survive long enough. 

After so many consecutive matches that went poorly, it wasn’t much of a shock to Will that his viewer count on the stream had begun to drop like a rock. Before the end of hour two of his stream, he now only had 4 active viewers. Although there was a slight relief to know that he still had a small core group of people that stood by him no matter how terrible the stream was going, this did little to counteract the man’s increased anger as his follower count had actually also dropped by over 10 people throughout the stream. 

Feeling his goals of becoming successful enough to stop retail work forever becoming more and more distant, it wasn’t a shock then that Will had finally reached his breaking point and instead opted to end his stream prematurely. “Alright you guys, I think it’s safe to say that today’s been a terrible gaming day. So I think I’m just gonna call it a night now and go relax for the rest of the evening,” he began, trying his best to flash a smile and conceal his pure unbridled rage at the situation.

But just as Will began to go through his closing goodbyes while also searching through the list of active streamers he liked for someone to raid, a sudden noise notification caused him to immediately stop speaking. Looking to see what it was, the man was understandably a bit confused when he saw that one of his first followers (who went by the name Soul) had redeemed enough channel points to purchase a cosplay stream from him. “Oh uh, well thanks for watching enough to redeem a cosplay stream Soul,” Will said, undeniably feeling a bit more chipper due to realizing that at least one of his followers was supportive enough to watch his stream so often that he could accumulate the 20,000 channel points necessary. “What would you like to see me cosplay as?” he continued, looking towards the chat and watching as his anonymous donor finally posted his response.

SoulC: Since it’s almost pride month, how about David King?

Upon hearing the mention of one of his favorite characters (and video game crushes), it wasn’t a surprise that Will immediately perked up at the concept. Although he loved the idea, his desire to end the stream and lack of proper material to pull off a David cosplay forced him to quickly shoot the idea down. “Oh yeah, that sounds great,” he said, smiling at the camera as he took a moment to give the devastating final blow. “Unfortunately, I’m not in the right mood to keep playing tonight and I don’t even have the right materials for the cosplay. I’ll have to chat with you later tonight so we can figure out a different date for me to do that stream.”

SoulC: Nah, you should do it now. Please king! 🥺

Confused and a bit unnerved as to why the stranger was being so pushy, Will’s mouth was slightly agape as he tried to formulate a response and not accidentally take out his own annoyance and anger. Failing to come up with something though, the man proceeded to just continue his speech by announcing who he had chosen for his small following to go raid: an Australian streamer named GoatedGaymer.

For a while now, the streamer had been one of Will’s biggest crushes not only due to just how buff he was, but also due to the fact that he was a belt-winning wrestler, a member of the LGBT+ community, and also another Dead By Daylight streamer. So when he saw that the man, whose real name was Dave, had just opened up his stream and had the “stream will begin soon” logo all over the page, he felt it was the perfect timing to promote a favorite streamer and also potentially get a shoutout from the hunk for helping bring more people to his stream. But before he finally typed out the command to initiate the raid, Will’s eyebrows raised upon seeing Soul’s final message in the chat.

SoulC: Fuck it, I think I’ve got a better idea! See you soon 😏

As he took a moment to think about the message, Will found himself still quite puzzled about what the viewer meant by the statement. Trying to not pay it much mind though, the man finally offered up his final goodbyes and turned his camera off. Typing out the raid command, Will finally entered Dave’s account name and prepared to finally send his viewers to the hunky gay wrestler. 

But just as he hit the enter button on his keyboard, Will’s mind was suddenly overloaded with feelings of fear and shock as the sudden jolt of electricity coursed through his body. Worried that he had somehow caused a loose connection in his desktop and electrocuted himself, the man could only mentally scold himself for a few moments before finally falling back into his chair and into a state of complete unconsciousness. 

* * * * *

As Will finally began to stir awake, there were multiple things that instantly sounded alarms in the man’s mind. First of all, a cold sensation permeated through the entire left side of his body. On top of that, the feeling of a slight breeze against his chest quickly informed the man that he had somehow become shirtless after fainting. As he slowly groaned from a peculiar mix of lethargy and a twinge of a migraine rattling around in his skull, Will finally parted his eyes open to try and get a better look at what was going on. 

Upon doing so, the British man was understandably confused and quite alarmed to find himself laying on a cold tile floor. Although he easily recalled passing out in his gaming chair, this memory was at odds with Will’s vision as the sight of a porcelain toilet and bathtub informed him that he was in a bathroom. Although that was certainly concerning, Will’s mind was further boggled as he slowly pulled himself back onto his feet and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Somehow, it wasn’t his body staring back at him!

“Holy shit,” Will exclaimed, causing not only his eyes to widen but his dick to instantly twitch upon hearing the deep and heavy Australian accent that he now possessed. As he continued to curiously observe the man’s features though, Will’s mind instantly recognized the body in his reflection. It was his long-term Twitch crush GoatedGaymer! For over a year he had watched Dave flex and show off his muscles on stream, so it was incredibly bizarre for Will to now realize that he was the one in control of that same hunky body.

Although it seemed unlikely that there was anything more that Dave could do to make Will more of a fan, his lust only grew when he found out that the Aussie streamer loved to do cosplay streams just like Will. Although many of these streams were an easy way for Will to get turned on, by far his favorite cosplay was when the man dressed up as Will’s favorite DBD character David King. It was truly uncanny how much Dave resembled the aforementioned character, which only caused Will to start piecing things together. Thinking back, the man recalled the fact that Soul had redeemed a David King cosplay stream before he ended his stream. To add even more mystery to the man’s demand, Will remembered that Soul said that he “had a better idea”. Obviously, Will knew that both men had a shared interest in transformation stories, but was it actually possible that Soul not only had the interest but also the ability to swap him into Dave’s body? 

Speaking of Dave’s body, Will’s attention quickly returned to it as he looked back at himself in the mirror and saw the hairy and beefy body he now possessed. Eager to get a closer and more personal look though, the man simply tilted his head downwards and admired his physique. While it was certainly interesting to see the man’s solid pecs and the thick coating of hair that spread across practically every inch of his body, Will couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the man’s bushy beard that tickled his upper chest due to just how long the facial hair had grown. 

Remembering the fact that he doesn’t have to be a passive observer, Will found himself quickly putting his new hands (and painted nails) to use as he eagerly felt up his new body. Feeling the thick muscle that populated his chest and biceps was like a dream come true, especially since Will’s own muscle growth had fizzled out due to his attitude towards the gym routine growing quite lax recently due to the constant stress of his job and its lackluster salary.

Traveling further down his new body, Will felt along his stomach and loved every moment of it. Although Dave didn’t have any defined abs, Will certainly picked up on the strong core of a wrestler who needed to be resilient enough to endure against any resistance met in the ring. Continuing past his waistline, the man couldn’t resist taking a quick peek underneath the bright blue and yellow briefs he now wore to take a look at his new manhood. 

Given the fact that Dave’s husband was a much smaller and leaner man, Will had always assumed that Dave was the top in the relationship. So upon reaching into his pants and discovering the thick and girthy manhood he now possessed, the man couldn't help but smirk at knowing his guess was correct. With a buff, hairy, and well-endowed body like this, Dave was the best possible example of a top that he had ever encountered!

However as his hands pulled out of the underwear and traversed back to the man’s ass, Will was relieved to find a sizable and firm bubble butt that was a testament to just how thorough Dave’s gym workouts were. Clearly, not a single inch of his body from his neck to his calves was skipped when it came to exercising!

As he continued to move closer to the mirror to get a better look at his new visage, the sensation of cold tile on his right foot was replaced with the feeling of a warm rectangular object. Upon looking down to the floor, Will couldn’t help but smile as he saw an iPhone lying there. After leaning down and picking it up, Will finally decided to try contacting SoulC and figuring out what exactly happened.

Moving with haste, the man quickly opened up his Twitch app and saw that GoatedGaymer’s video was still on the “stay tuned” screen. Thinking ahead of himself, Will tried to combat the potential of the real Dave trying to take back control of his accounts by quickly changing the passwords before sending a friend request to Soul’s Twitch account. Luckily the man didn’t have to wait long for Soul’s arrival as he quickly accepted the request and Will fired off a quick and to-the-point DM.

GoatedGaymer: How did you do this?!

Watching as he saw the notification that Soul was typing, Will tapped his foot along the tiled floor as he awaited a response. To his slight annoyance though, Soul’s response tried to skirt around the topic.

Soul-Controller: Holy shit, you’re GoatedGaymer! My friend and I have been fans of yours for a long time…

Groaning at the man’s attempt at trying to keep up the bit, Will wasted no time cutting right to the point once again.

GoatedGaymer: Cut the shit man, I’m not mad or anything. I just want to know why and how you did this!

Soul-Controller: Well shit… I could have kept that act going for a looong time! But uh, that’s good that you’re not mad then. I figured it would be a pleasant surprise for you.

Before Will could type back a response, the man stopped himself as the typing from Soul continued and a new message quickly followed.

Soul-Controller: As for why and how I did it, you were going to end your stream before doing my cosplay request. On top of that, I’ve been itching to test out some more body swaps, so I figured that this was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. You’ll get to cosplay a new life with a perfect David King-styled body while I get to see one of my favorite streamers happy and living his best life. I mean, what’s not to love about that?

Upon reading that response, Will couldn’t help but blush from such bizarre yet exciting kindness. Given the fact that he had a career as an underpaid cashier that he absolutely loathed, every aspect of Dave’s life seemed like an upgrade to him. Not only would he be able to have a much more successful Twitch career, but Will would also be able to fully realize his dream of becoming a wrestler. In fact, just the thought of squeezing this new bulky body into a singlet and dominating in the ring was enough to get the man turned on once again.

Before Will could even attempt to formulate a heartfelt response to Soul, another message quickly came through that immediately made the man burst out into a deep and hearty chuckle.

Soul-Controller: So uh, care to send a photo so I can see the end result of my handiwork? 👀

Thinking that it was the least he could do, Will agreed to the man’s inquiry and quickly pulled open the camera on his phone. After sending a few photos that showed off his hairy and nearly nude body, he quickly began to ponder the other aspects of Dave’s life that he would have to get used to. Given the fact that he was now an Australian man, there was the unfortunate fact that living closer to the Equator would result in him having to endure near-constant heat. But to his relief, it seemed as though Australia was civilized enough to the point of having top-tier air conditioning that made staying indoors a safe haven from the heat.

Although this aspect of life was certainly going to take some getting used to, Will’s biggest concern was in the recollection of the fact that Dave was a married man. While Will certainly wasn’t opposed to the fact of having someone there that he could spend time with as he continued to acclimate to his new life, there was the constant threat of his husband (who Will didn’t even know the name of) figuring out that something fishy was going on.

While his mind continued to worry about the potential of being discovered by Dave’s husband, those thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ding of a notification from his phone. Opening it back up, he saw a new message from Soul waiting for him.

Soul-Controller: Yassss, you look great king! Don���t forget though, you gotta get out there and start streaming. Your fans are waiting for you! Make sure to do your best David cosplay too (for obvious reasons)... 😏

Upon being reminded of the crowd waiting for him, Will quickly thanked him before setting the phone down and pulling out hair product and some makeup. Given his hunky new body, the man had the perfect cosplay idea to truly sell himself as David King. So with haste, the man slicked his hair back and began applying some fake lacerations vertically across his eye and horizontally across his thicker nose. With his head now perfectly resembling David’s, Will opted to remain shirtless due to David’s own shirtless torso skin (and his own desire to stare down at his shirtless self occasionally during the stream). After pulling on a pair of shorts that were hanging off of the shower rack, Will’s first ever cosplay as David King was now complete. With a mix of pure excitement and anxiety running through his veins, Will gave a wide smile to reassure himself in the mirror before finally turning and exiting the bathroom.

As he began to wander down the hallways of his new residence, Will quietly peeked into each room in search of Dave’s streaming area. Throughout his journey though, the man’s eyes couldn’t resist traveling across the various picture frames that lined the hallways. In each one, there were adorable photos of Dave and his husband together in various locations that ranged from exotic vacations to the wrestling ring where Dave performed. Although he originally didn’t have much attraction to the man’s leaner husband prior to the swap, it seemed as though Dave’s muscle memory was unshakable as Will’s cock grew hard upon looking at a beach photo that showcased the man’s lean and shirtless torso. Luckily though, Will wasn’t too upset about the new attraction he felt. Not only would it help him fit in better as Dave, but it would also provide some enjoyment when it came to physical intimacy with his husband!

Luckily though after peeking into the fifth door down the hallway, the lit screen of a desktop computer informed Will of reaching his desired location. As he walked in and shut the door, the former Brit had a look of awe on his face as he observed the all-too familiar setup he had seen countless times in Dave’s streams. Upon physically running his fingers along the man’s shelf of collectables and full-size cutout of Dave’s wrestling photo, Will was quite charged up and eager to dive right into the life of Dave Marshall. As such, the man quickly took a seat in the gaming chair and verified that his microphone and camera were all set up properly. Once everything was ready to go, Will smiled to himself as he officially began his first ever livestream as GoatedGaymer.

“Good evening everyone, how are we all doing,” Will cheerfully said, smiling as he watched a slew of comments finally begin to emerge in the chat. Instinctively, he couldn’t help but run his hands through his thick beard as he felt surprisingly at ease as soon as he turned on the camera. “I apologize for the slight delay, I wanted to surprise all of you with a special cosplay as David. Unfortunately, I got a bit too caught up on making sure this makeup was character-accurate and it took far longer than expected!”

As he finished speaking and turned to look at chat, Will couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he saw the slew of compliments directed his way. Not only did his makeup skills get hefty praise for looking exactly like David King in the game, but Dave’s beefy and hairy body was also another source of praise that Will received. Reading thirst comments that said things along the lines of “it’s ok king, it’s worth it for the shirtless stream 🤤”, Will couldn’t resist blushing and sending equally complimentary responses towards the adoring fans he now had.

After continuing this process for several minutes though, Will quickly scrolled all of the way to the top of the chat so he could see what was said prior to his arrival. Chuckling to himself, he saw the notice of being raided by “WarriorWill” as one of the first messages to pop up in the chat. As he continued to scroll down though, Will couldn’t help but smirk as he read the first comment left from his old account. “What the fuck did you do to me?” it said, which caused the man to stifle his laughter as he found that the real Dave hadn’t sent any messages since. 

Upon scrolling back down to the bottom of the chat to read the newest messages, a sudden buzz from his phone caused Will to stop what he was doing. After unlocking the phone and checking the notification, Will was quite amused to see that a failed log-in attempt on Dave’s Twitch had just been attempted in the UK. Although Dave was trying his best to get his account back, the attempts would all be in vain because Will was luckily two steps ahead of the hunky wrestler. Realizing that the real Dave is still watching the stream from his “WarriorWill” account, Will felt a devilish urge to taunt the man for losing not only his body but also his husband and career.

“Oh would you look at that, it seems as though I missed a raid while I was getting ready,” he exclaimed, smiling widely at the camera to appear entirely cheerful for most while truly just being extremely taunting towards the real Dave. “Thank you WarriorWill for raiding the stream, how did your stream go? Were you playing DBD as well?” he inquired, fully knowing the answer but just attempting to garner a response from the body-swapped man.

To both Will’s amusement and the fellow viewers in the stream, the response offered by the real Dave was quite hilarious.

WarriorWill: Go fuck yourself you prick!

As the chat immediately went on the defensive though and began to call out the rude raider, Will tried his best to calm the chat down and try to pursue a conversation with the man. “Ok everyone, let’s just take a minute to settle down. Clearly, this man has a problem with me and I’d like to get to the bottom of it. As for you WarriorWill, I think we can have a nice and civil conversation without the need for profanity, my friend. So mods, please do not ban WarriorWill until I say so,” Will slyly said, watching as Dave’s moderators responded with statements of agreement while the regular viewers went silent for a moment. “So what seems to be the problem WarriorWill? Why do you have such intense hatred for me to the point where you’d raid my stream just to shit-talk me?” the man inquired, looking inquisitively towards the camera despite knowing full well why the account was furious at him.

WarriorWill: Because you stole my fucking life!

WarriorWill: I’m the real Dave Marshall, you took EVERYTHING from me!

As he opened up Dead By Daylight and quickly entered a solo lobby, Will took a moment to read through the message and try to play dumb about the whole thing. Clearly he couldn’t reveal the truth and completely knowingly ridicule the man, so the only real avenue in Will’s mind was to completely gaslight the man while slyly taunting him. 

“You’re saying I stole your life? How do you expect me to do that bro, I don’t even know who you are,” Will retorted, reveling in his Aussie accent and “bro-ish” speech as he chuckled at the man’s chat messages. “I think both myself and my viewers can confirm that I am the real Dave Marshall… right guys? I mean, you’re really saying that we’ve swapped bodies? That’s ridiculous man,” he said, immediately bursting out into laughter as he tried to downplay the reality of the situation. 

As he took a moment to look at the chat messages that were beginning to quickly emerge, it seemed as though Will’s plan was working as Dave’s viewers began to taunt WarriorWill and call him “pathetic” and a “total loser”. Although he was happy to get the viewers on his side and not think that the real Dave was being serious about the swap accusations, Will was quick to try and stop them from continuing to harass the man.

“In all honesty though WarriorWill, I’m just going to interpret your comments as the highest form of flattery. I just checked your page and I think I understand why you’re so upset now. Based on your follower count and average stream views, I’m afraid to say that you’re not doing so hot dude. Only 267 followers after months of streaming, that’s really rough! So yeah, although I get why you’d want to replicate my kind of success, it seems like you just lack the natural charisma that I have,” he said, flashing a pearly white grin towards the camera and continuing to speak. 

“Given the fact that you’re over 17,000 followers short and not nearly as buff and attractive as me, I think you’ve still got a long way to go until you can ever successfully say that you’ve got a Twitch career and life that resembles mine,” Will cockily exclaimed, taking another opportunity to further taunt the man by lifting up his arms and flexing his beefy wrestler muscles.

But as Will sat in his gaming chair and awaited the real Dave’s response, the sudden noise of a door opening caused him to turn away from the computer screen and see that Dave’s husband had entered the room. Although he was understandably nervous by the man’s arrival due to having to try and pretend to perfectly become “Dave Marshall”, the sudden tenting within his shorts made it clear that he was quite turned-on by his arrival. It was such a dizzying experience for the man in terms of having to keep up a persona while also trying to deal with these newfound emotions, but a compromise between these two variables emerged as the man leaned down and gave Will a kiss on the lips. 

“Hey there babe, how’s the stream going so far,” he inquired upon pulling back from Will’s new lips. As the husband then flashed an adorable smile, Will couldn’t help but blush slightly at just how hot the man was becoming in his eyes. He was behaving like a horny teenager given his raging boner and constant blushing from just a morsel of attention from his new husband!

“I- uh, it’s um, going good,” Will responded, trying his best to remain calm as he looked into the eyes of his new husband. “Just uh, talking with chat before playing some DBD,” he continued, finally starting to push aside his bashful nervousness towards the man.

“Oh really? Well, are they saying anything interesting,” the man asked, taking a moment to tilt his head away from Will to stare at the computer screen. As he did that, Will took a moment to simply admire the man’s facial features and imagine himself peppering kisses all over the sandpaper-like stubble that adorned his cheeks. But as his mind continued to divulge further into this inner fantasy, Will was quickly broken out of it by the sound of his husband’s voice. “Uh, why is this guy telling you to stay away from me?” he asked, which immediately caused Will’s eyes to widen and rotate his head towards the screen at a rapid pace. Immediately, his gaze narrowed as he scrolled through the chat to read Dave’s latest messages.

WarriorWill: You motherfucker, you better stay away from him!

WarriorWill: Don’t you dare kiss him or you’ll regret it…

As he turned back to Dave’s husband, Will immediately picked up on the clear sense of confusion and slight anxiety on his face by the vaguely threatening messages. In an attempt to both calm the man down and further torment the real Dave, he quickly began to speak. 

“Oh that guy? Yeah, he’s some weirdo that raided my stream just to get my attention. He’s been going on and on for the last 10 minutes about how he’s supposed to be me or something. The guy’s profile says that he’s bisexual, but I think he’s got a self-loathing problem or something. There’s no logical reason why he wouldn’t want me to show affection towards my lovely husband!”

Taking a moment to turn back away from the screen and look towards the husband, Will couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to kiss the man once again. As such, he quickly tried to find a logical reason behind getting another kiss as he observed the chat for WarriorWill’s next response.

“You know what, I don’t want to let this guy ruin the stream and try to make us hide the love that we have for each other. How about you kiss me again so we can give him a show on what real love is,” Will inquired while scratching his head, unknowingly giving the viewers a full display of his flexed bicep and hairy armpit. As he turned to face his husband, Will was quite relieved to find that the man was more than willing to kiss him. As they quickly gave each other a kiss on the lips, Will was overcome with an intense sense of love and desire for the man.

Instinctively then, the streamer quickly pulled the man in for a tight hug as his husband chuckled and blushed from the affection. While most of the viewers just assumed that this was due to their extreme love for each other, the reality of the situation was much more sexual in nature. With his hands behind the husband, Will couldn’t resist taking a brief exploration of the man’s backside. Along his hands felt around the man’s surprisingly defined back, the majority of time back there was spent slipping his thicker hands underneath the waistband of the husband’s underwear and quickly squeezing the man’s incredibly thick ass. As the man gasped and giggled at the sudden surprise of being fondled, Will’s cock was immediately beginning to ooze pre-cum due to the intense thirst he felt.

As both men directed their eyes back to the computer screen, Will and the husband gleefully smiled as they saw the outpouring of sappy comments encouraging the kiss and supporting their love. But although 99% of the comments were positive, both men were quick to pick up on the few hateful comments provided by the furious streamer.

WarriorWill: You goddamn bitch, don’t you dare touch him!

WarriorWill: That’s my husband!

Upon reading both of the comments left behind, the reactions between the two men were quite varied. While Will immediately burst into laughter and tried to add some much needed levity to the situation, the husband was clearly fearful of the apparent obsession that the viewer had towards him. “Wow, it looks like someone has quite a crush huh,” Will responded, which only caused the husband to look towards Will with a disapproving look. “Alright, let me get back to streaming so I can handle this asshole. After you head out, please go block him on all social media so he can’t harass you anymore. Don’t worry though, I’ll be making sure he doesn’t bother us on Twitch for much longer,” he continued, flashing a slight smile before quickly giving the husband a peck on the lips once more. Upon hearing that, the husband quickly made his way out of the room and shut the door as Will returned back to the chair.

“Alright dude, I had fun putting up with your ridiculous statements, but I think you’ve taken up enough of our time,” Will said, his voice immediately dropping into a lower and more intimidating tone. “Not only did you piss me off, but you’ve also severely offended my husband. As such, I won’t allow such vile and close-minded behavior to be prominent in my streams anymore! Take a moment to savor your chat privileges because you’ll be losing them immediately. In fact, just to set an example, I’ll save the mods the trouble and ban you myself!” Upon finishing up speaking, Will wasted no time ending the back and forth by permanently banning WarriorWill from ever communicating in his chat again.

Surprisingly, as Will hit the block button, there was a weird sense of closure that emerged in his mind. Upon doing that, he had fully severed the link between his old life and his new life as Dave Marshall. Although there was a slight remorse towards losing his closest friends and family, that paled in comparison to the pure excitement he felt towards being a hunky wrestler like Dave. So with his mind now fully embracing his new life and eager to get started, he finally began to speak to his followers once more. “Alright you guys, now how about we get these games started shall we?” 

* * * * *

For the next several hours, Will had the time of his life playing Dead By Daylight and talking with his viewers. Not only did the games go much better than they did back when he was WarriorWill, but Will’s new viewers were much more excited and eager to play with him and keep the conversation going. Although it was slightly odd trying to understand some of the bizarre Aussie references that some of his viewers were making, seeing familiar faces in the chat such as SoulC was the perfect way to calm his nerves and give him someone to rely on to keep Will engaged.

Speaking of SoulC, Will’s follower was able to get his desired David King cosplay fully realized as Will eagerly showed off his body for the camera. Although this was mostly as a way to reward the man for gifting him this new body and life (and also keep the cash tips pouring in for his sensual flexing), the reality was that Will was still hoping that the real Dave was watching a complete stranger flaunt his body around on camera after seamlessly inhabiting his life. 

It was so erotic to Will to realize that he not only had fooled Dave’s thousands of followers but had even convinced his husband that nothing was amiss besides an obsessed fan ranting in his stream chat. When pairing this with the fact that every time he looked down and saw his bushy beard or hairy and buff torso, it was no surprise that Will’s cock remained rock hard and eager for release for the entire duration of the stream. In fact, his horniness was so extreme that his underwear was practically soaked from all of the pre-cum that he leaked. But despite this, the man was still unwilling to end the stream until he had his fill of his newfound popularity.

Eventually though after over 6 hours of streaming, Will finally decided that it was time to end the stream and explore more aspects of his new life. Given the fact that he was still quite turned on, it seemed incredibly likely that he would be immediately taking the opportunity to have some kinky fun with his new husband. As such, the man wasted no time quickly saying his goodbyes and stating the next time that he would stream. But as he began to sign off, he quickly decided to take the opportunity to promote Dave’s OnlyFans account. While promoting it under the guise of donating the money to charity, the reality of the situation was that Will was eager to revamp the rather tame profile to become incredibly more sexually explicit. Surely the real Dave would be eager to sign up so he could reminisce about his old life, so Will figured that he might as well put on one hell of a show for him as a result!

After picking out a smaller streamer for him to raid, Will finally logged off and made his exit out of the office. As he wandered throughout the apartment he now owned, the man took a moment to take in all of the décor while searching for his husband. Luckily though, it didn’t take long before Will finally found him sitting on the couch in the living room, holding their cat and watching some reality television. Upon taking a seat next to him, Will quickly wrapped his arm around the smaller man and pulled him close. 

For several minutes, the two men sat there watching the program and enjoying the physical company that the other provided. But as soon as the show went to commercial, Dave’s husband allowed the cat to escape his grasp and immediately made it clear how turned on he was as well. Given the close proximity towards “Dave’s” armpit, the husband wasted no time shoving his face deep within it and enjoying Will’s new natural musk while using one hand to feel up his thick and hairy chest as the other tightly gripped and squeezed onto his bicep.

Eager to continue this and have him get off as soon as possible, Will wasted no time putting his newfound strength to use by tearing off the husband’s clothes and lifting him off the ground. As the husband quickly wrapped himself around Will’s broad torso, the two men quickly found their way into the bedroom. As the husband remained snuggled up against Will’s neck, the former Brit couldn’t resist taking one more moment to taunt the real Dave. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Will quickly snapped a photo and sent it off along with the link to his OnlyFans via a private DM to Will’s WarriorWill Twitter account.

Upon sending the message, the brand new Dave Marshall quickly blocked his old account from ever responding before tossing his phone to the side and throwing his new husband into their bed. Given just how horny he was, it seemed as though it was going to be a long night of passionate fucking. But based on how eager the husband was to spread his ass for Dave, it seemed like that would be a dream come true for both of them!

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Not exactly happy with how this turned out. Don’t ask me why but writing Anaxa in conversations is surprisingly hard so I tried to keep that to a minimum. He just expresses himself in a mix of modern language and someone who stereotypically appears to be smart. The ending was also a bit rushed but I was at a point where I was too far into the story to just let rot among my other WIPs. ( °̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥˟°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )

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⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Yan!Anaxagoras x Nameless!Reader ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Sooner or later you would have left Amphoreus and as such, a certain Professor sees himself forced to prevent that.

TWs: Imprisonment, out of body experiences, loss of self expression, overall bad position for mental wellbeing, obsessive behavior, slight possessive behavior

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It had been a week since your disappearance.

Hushed whispers were still exchanged by many, talking about your missing presence and who was Anaxagoras to deny their interest laced with thinly veiled worry? You were most certainly an incredibly interesting person and as such, he would have also reacted like that. Him gossiping less than the ignorant, of course. For some of them, this was nothing more than the newest gossip. As long as Kephale himself didn’t vanish into thin air, they would continue to see the group protecting them as nothing more than entertainment. Well, at least it was only about half of Okhemia thinking like that as proven by the voting process which happened not so long ago.

Continuing forward, he took note of the missing poster hung up on one of the plaza walls, your gaze staring into nothingness with the knowledge of mysteries beyond the stars. The Professor could only imagine the banal gossip along the streets when three strangers clad in foreign clothing suddenly appeared in the holy city, saving it from an attack from Nikador. Despite the golden threads of the Gold Weaver creating a feeling of claustrophobia, the thought of her eliciting a scoff he couldn’t suppress. He would have found great joy in watching that scene. The Droma in itself was a majestic being but with you riding on its back, the combination must have been divine…

The thought made the green haired man stop in his tracks. Divine? Here he was, the fool in person, the blasphemous sinner yet he was still able to harbour such thoughts about another person. This was most certainly interesting. Were human beings instinctively pulled to those they deemed of a higher existence or did those deemed divine have some sort of hold over the human psyche?

If the Trailblazer was able to rise to the status of a Demigod, did that mean every person had the potential of raising beyond what was considered human? It would not surprise him considering the magnetic pull he felt to the replacement filling the hole where once part of his soul was.

Raising a hand to the patch covering where once a hole was, now in its place only a large scar and a missing eye, he traced along the pattern. The Professor still remembered clearly the surprise on Aglaeas face when he came to the Vortex of Genesis to surrender the Coreflame of Reason only to already hold it in his hands, a mark on his face where once was nothing. Back then he felt the essence of two souls clashing against each other. Now, his soul and the replacement coexisted, it now only being obviously there when he focused on it; a practice he did reverently every moment he could spare.

Before that, the subject of the missing part of his soul had been a point in the many discussions between Anaxagoras and you. You were not there when he was retrieved from the Grove of Epiphany, or rather, the corpse dragging itself along the pavement with the use of blasphemy. You were not a fighter despite belonging to the group of the other two strangers. Instead, you were the tactician. Dan Heng often discussing your next move, even Aglaea talking about possible improvements in her plans with you.

So when you approached him to ask about the Nousporists, he also colored himself interested. Not only were you capable of intelligent thought but also not enamoured by the teachings of absolutism of the Titans. It did not take long for Anaxagoras to think of you as someone he respected to a high degree and, dare he say it, held very dearly. Although, even he had to admit that perhaps he did that last one a bit too much from time to time.

At that thought, the greenette felt like a hand was slowly squeezing his heart, it fluttering like the wings of a butterfly when it was chased by some predator. Shaking his head, he dismissed the feeling. He could deal with that later. For now he had to take care of something.

Making his way along the high walls of the holy city, he closed in on Marmoreal Market. Like he expected, he saw your two companions walking along its streets, asking citizens if they had any information on you.

Of course they didn’t. It was impossible. Oh, if only they knew how close you were… it was not like he found joy in their suffering but the thought of you always being within his reach made the skin of his neck tingle in a pleasant sensation bordering on excitement. The hand on his heart was back. This time he let it linger, knowing how bad it was for anyone to suppress or have their feelings suppressed for too long.

Closing in on them, he approached the pair, their desperate expressions erupting a swarm of bees in his stomach. These new sensations were most certainly a lot to get used to but apparently this was the price of filling the hole that once ripped painfully across his soul.

The Trailblazer turned around and finally spotted him. Tapping the shoulder of their black haired companion, they gestured in his direction. Meeting him in the middle, the man with the bright green eyes opened his mouth to question the Chrysos Heir, yet closed it again when he was met with the shake of his head. “Tell me, I am most interested in that search for your friend. Has there been any development?”

The gray haired one shook their head, as expected. He had made sure the belongings you had on your body that day were strewn among Titankin in the heart of Castrum Kremnos. Not exactly a place he liked to venture but there needed to be some sort of indication of something happening to you.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do something to you. In fact, in a basic sense, he didn’t even land a scratch on you. Perhaps he confused the Coreflame of Mnestia with the one of Cerces but if that was the case, then what inhabited the Weaver of Gold? It most certainly felt that way. He rarely let himself be distracted from his original goal of finding out the origin of being, the soul and its secrets the humans feared and called blasphemy but you had erupted a flame within him that could not be satisfied by merely knowing each other.

When you gained an important position in his life, he was cautious. Anaxagoras did not suppress his feelings, they were part of the very thing he researched so much about. In fact, anger and hatred for the inactivity of the Titans was one of the reasons why he was able to hold on to his research for so long.

But there was always the possibility of something happening to you. The times you arrived in were everything else but peaceful. Also, it would not be surprising if you were to fall to the Black Tide… and even if you lived, you would leave. As far as he knew, the Trailblaze was never ending, you would leave him behind at some point and if it was not by voluntary departure then by the passage of time. You would grow old, he would forever behold his youth. The face of his sister flashed in his mind.

And who was he to accept such an outcome?

If he had been given more time, he could have found a less rudimentary way of reaching his goal but he was slowly dying, his soul being held in the world of the living by Cerces. You had glid your fingers along the pulse, feeling the weakening heartbeat below his skin. Anaxagoras had to suppress a shudder of pure bliss back then.

Focusing once more on the presence, he took note of the increasingly despairing look in the eyes of your companions. It seemed like a push was needed. “If you would agree, I would not deem it as a burden to accompany you.” Taking in a breath, he raised one of his hands to his lips, his eyes focusing into the distance. “I have heard rumors of them being sighted in Castrum Kremnos before their disappearance. I would advise you to continue your search there.”

A splitting pain shot through Anaxagora's spine, the other half inhabiting his body rebelling against the words which left his mouth. Clenching the hand hanging by his side, he focused on the pricking of his fingernails against his skin. “Are you alright?”

Snapping his gaze back to the one with the golden eyes, he tried to relax. Lowering his head in a nod, he lowered his hand back to his side. “Yes. I am simply worried about the disappearance of your tactician. Shall we head out?”

If Anaxagoras had spoken the truth, they would have needed to head into the completely opposite direction. The Groove of Epiphany was currently closed off, not even seasoned fighters allowed to enter but should one visit the chambers of the founder of Nousporism, they would find someone captured in eternal slumber, their body in a coma, bereft and stolen of a soul. Its missing part now imprisoned in a body unable to communicate, cursed to watch, the demigod of Reason their eternal lover and captor.

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You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part Two

Summary: After a month of recording, Y/n and Yoongi have grown closer. Late night talks and a half completed album lead to a late night at the studio that ends in his apartment. But what happens after that fateful night?

[Part One]

A month later, I had not only adapted to the cold air in his studio, but had found myself thoroughly enjoying every moment I spent with Yoongi more and more. I looked forward to walking down the dark stairwell outside of the apartment building, going all the way down to the bottom floor where his studio was situated. Every time he opened the door to greet me, his cold face would warm up, a smile would paint his lips and it would meet his eyes as Yoongi would wave me into his safe place. At least that’s what he called it. “It’s my safe place, I can do anything in here, sometimes I prefer to sleep here instead of my apartment. I just feel productive down here…” 

The first few weeks were spent getting to know each other and solely working on songs. “I think I'd be able to do my best work if I knew you well.” Yoongi had said during our second session. “You're handing over your personal writings and trusting me to turn them into songs. I think I need to learn about who you are in order to give you the best album.” 

At the time I found it endearing, but felt nervous opening up to him. Maybe it was due to the fact I found him attractive? I didn't want to sound stupid in front of him. So when he'd ask me about certain songs and I'd explain how most of the sad songs were about pointless situationships and one actual ex, I assumed he was silently judging me. 

“I had gone on a few dates with this guy and I really thought he was into me but he just stopped responding to my texts. So, I felt like the only way to get over it was to write it out” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact with him. I wondered if he thought I was pathetic? Bad at making an album and love. He had never given me a reason to assume he was anything but kind, I just found myself judging everything I told him, afraid of ruining my delusional “chance” with him. 

“That guy’s an idiot.” He had responded after I had finished the story. “He didn’t deserve you…” Yoongi continued. I couldn’t think of a good response at the time and instead opted to smile at him, which he returned. Over time, Yoongi also started to slowly open up, which surprised me. 

After a month of talking about my personal life with Yoongi in between recording and mouthfuls of takeout food, I had assumed we would either end the night there or go back to work. 

“I remember the first song I ever wrote. It was about this girl in my class back in High School, I liked her. Always stared at her in class, but she never noticed me. Before we had graduated, I had noticed that she'd started dating some other guy. It crushed me and for the life of me, no matter how many weeks had passed…I just couldn't get over it. Over her. So, I started jotting down some of my thoughts and I somehow made a poem out of it. I had already been playing piano for a few years by that point, so I made a song out of it. That was when I realized I had a passion for music…” Yoongi explained. He was sitting next to me, his chair turned towards my own. Because of how quiet he always seemed, I assumed that behind his stoney exterior he did indeed have a softer side to him, which I was now seeing. 

“That's actually how I started writing music too.” I chimed in, tilting my head at him in amusement. “I liked some guy and he really never noticed me. I think I titled it ‘Unrequited Love’ or something stupid like that…” I laughed. He seemed intrigued as he looked at me with a sense of intensity. He always gave me these longing glances and I had never been sure if it was real or not. 

“How could anyone not notice you?” Yoongi said, not breaking eye contact. His voice was low, his computer screen long abandoned as it started to dim from a lack of inactivity. We had been talking for the last half hour after finishing up track six. I nervously laughed, shifting my weight in my seat. 

“I don't know…I’m nothing special.” I murmured, refusing to meet his gaze. I suddenly found myself hyper aware of the situation. Was he flirting with me? I thought as I quickly scanned his face, searching for any sign of humour, insincerity, something to stop me from fully falling down the rabbit hole, but he looked serious, almost pissied off. 

“That's bullshit.” He quickly responded, grabbing my hands, pulling my chair closer towards his own. “This whole past month, for the first time in years, I actually look forward to working with someone all night.” His thumb trailed over the top of my own, sending a shiver down my spine. “You're incredibly special to me.” He whispered, his gaze darting between my eyes and lips. I swallowed, also debating on whether I should look into his dark eyes or his lips. Before I could fully take in what was happening, we both leaned in, our lips joining together. Yoongi’s mouth moved against mine perfectly. I let a quiet moan slip past my lips as he sank his teeth down onto my lower lip. My hands traveled into his hair, while his own hands cupped my face.

I climbed into his lap and Yoongi swiveled his chair around so my back was against the edge of the desk. I could feel the heat forming between my legs as I gasped for air in between kisses. He moved his lips down to my neck, along with his hands which now settled onto my waist. He bit down on the skin of my neck, making me cry out his name. “Do you want to do this? We don't have to.” He said, moving his face away from my neck, but his hands stayed placed firmly on my waist, keeping me steady. 

“I want to.” I responded, moving the hair out of his eyes. ��I've wanted to do this since the day I met you.” I confessed, a blush still finding a way to creep onto my cheeks, in spite of my compromised position. He nodded and smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before resuming his movements. First my shirt came off, followed by my jeans and bra. He carried me over and sprawled me out on the black leather couch in the back corner of the studio, removing his own clothes before all that was left between us was our underwear. We were both out of breath, panting, foreheads pressed together. 

“I'm crazy about you.” Yoongi said, staring into my eyes. He trailed his kisses all the way down to my panties, which he slowly removed, along with his own. He held my hands as he slipped in and out, he never broke eye contact other than the few times he tested his head in the crook of my neck. 

After he finished, he lay side by side for a few moments. My breathing steadied after a while, along with his own. Yoongi turned to face me, resting his head against his arm, using it like a pillow. 

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” He questioned, his face returning back to its blank expression I had become used to. I nodded, silently agreeing, instead of words opting to grab his hand and kiss it. 

We redressed, and I watched from the door as Yoongi shut his programs, equipment  and computer down, turning off the light and locking the door behind us. 

Inside of his apartment, it carried the same appearance of his studio. Nothing too bright, everything was a neutral color, a keyboard was set up against one of the walls in the living room of his apartment. He led me to the bedroom, and pulled out one of his t-shirts from his dresser drawers, handing it to me with a soft smile. Before we went to sleep, he held me in his arms and kissed the top of my forehead. “Thank you.” He whispered. I turned to face him, still in his arms. 

“For what?” I asked, caressing his cheek with my thumb. 

“For making me feel something again.” He answered as his eyes started to flutter closed. 

That next studio session I had with him came three days after we had slept together. The morning after, he drove me home and kissed me goodbye before I got out of the car. He promised to call me but he never did, but to be fair, I never reached out either. 

So when I showed up outside of his studio door, I found myself hesitant to knock. Was he disappointed in me? Was he not satisfied? I was suddenly embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I had been so stupid as to sleep with the guy who was producing my album. Yoongi was my last chance and I foolishly found myself falling for him, I felt hopeless, like I had just ruined everything. 

When he opened the door, he didn’t smile this time. Instead he looked concerned. “Uh, hi.” Yoongi murmured, running a hand through his hair. He seemed like he was on edge, and I assumed he was just as uncomfortable as I was. 

“Hey, sorry I’m a little late.” I responded back. The truth was that I was in fact late, but only because I walked at a snail's pace all the way over here. I had been curious to see him and possibly get an answer as to why he had never called, but I was also dreading the inevitable reunion for that very reason. I was afraid of the answer I would receive. 

“It’s no big deal, come in.” He said, gesturing inside. I walked past him, immediately setting up my laptop, not wanting to waste anytime. We had already finished half the album by now, so regardless of what happened between Yoongi and I personally, I still had every intention of finishing this album, no matter how awkward it would probably become. Yoongi closed the door and sat down in his chair, clicking his computer mouse a few times, most likely opening up all of his programs. “So, I was thinking we could get through two songs tonight? Then we’ll only have four left…” He proposed, scrolling through the list of demos we hadn’t started work on yet. 

“Sounds good.” I nodded, doing my own fair share of clicking and typing. I was trying to play off any feelings of rejection. I found it ironic how just a month ago, I had told him about my experience getting ghosted by a guy. He had said that the guy who never called me back was an idiot, so why did he end up doing the very thing he disapproved of. 

An hour into the session, halfway through the first song, he took off his headphones and turned to me. “Y/n, I know you’re mad at me and I know I don’t really have an excuse for not calling but all I can say is that I feel horrible about it.” My eyes went wide as I listened to him try to explain his side of the story. “I panicked. I don’t do relationships. Especially with someone I’m working with. I meant everything I said to you. I am crazy about you, you have to believe me. I didn’t call but I was thinking about you the whole time.” He pleaded. Here was the answer to my questions. Not because he regretted it, or that I wasn’t good enough for him. No, instead it was all him. He felt guilty, he was thinking about me. 

“Yoongi…I felt horrible about myself. You slept with me and never called. THe whole time I was thinking you hated every minute you spent with me.” I whispered, my head lowered. He shook his head in disapproval of my words. 

“That wasn’t it at all. It’s me, I should’ve been honest with you.” Yoongi said, sincerity evident in his expression. 

“So you don’t want a relationship?” I asked, feeling like I already knew the answer. 

“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have or make promises I can’t keep.” Yoongi responded, holding my hand in his own and giving it a tight squeeze. “I still want to produce your album for you if you’ll let me. I understand if things are too weird.” He said, sighing in defeat. My heart sank, I had felt something so different with Yoongi. He was unlike anyone I had met before. He made me feel special, he shared the same passions and experiences as me, yet here was the guy I had been waiting for right in front of me, yet he couldn’t be mine. How could I continue to work with him if I still had feelings for him? I’m singing about love and heartbreak, and the guy that’s currently causing all of it is outside of the recording booth, creating all of the instrumentals. I blinked away the few stray tears I could feel forming, making sure I didn’t show any emotion. 

“Yeah, I’d still like to work with you. But after we’re done with the album, I hope you understand why I probably won’t want to keep in touch.” I could see a pang of longing flash in his eyes. Or maybe I imagined it. He gave me a subtle smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes before he turned his attention back to his computer screen, putting his headphones back on. After tonight, only four more tracks, and then I’ll never see him again…

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{A/N: PART TWOOOOOOOOO. Don't have much to say other than I'm sorry if I missed a typo. I wrote half of this on my phone but I hope I got everything. Also, why tf are sex scene so awkward to write lmao. I hope it wasn't too cringey lol, but I promised smut so this is my attempt. Okay anyways, part three coming soon, have a good day/night, I love you and mwahhhhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}