#it took me over a week to finish this one and i'm so proud of it but i think i used up all of my energy for the month lmao

[xuxudio]

The single piece I managed to crank out for this artfight

My character and her allies for the last season of Modded Last Life we played

[tpwk-formula1]

Paddock Bunny Series - 3

A/N: I promise next week I will try to not have a threesome involved in each situation but for the plot this made the most sense. I'm also so fucking sorry for how long this took me! I'm trying to get my mental health in check while also being in and out of the hospital for stomach issues. It's been a whole thing but I'm getting there! Slowly but surely I will be back to semi regular postings! I love you guys always I'm glad you're here for the ride

Drivers Included:

Max Verstappen x Lando Norris x reader

Pierre Gasly x Kika Gomez x reader

Lewis Hamilton x reader

TW: ALL OF THEM

WC: 6.7K

Y/N POV

"Shit," I mumble when I see Max and Lando collide into each other. I continue watching as both of the boys make their way into the pit lane to fix Max's puncture and Lando serve his penalty as well as fix the front wing.

"Retire the car," I hear Lando mumble into his radio making me cringe slightly knowing he's breaking his streak of being the only driver to finish within the points this season.

Once Lando's car is parked back into the garage he quickly climbs out and heads start for the media pen. With him being the only driver in the media pen he is done within the first 30 minutes and back to hiding in his driver's room.

"Please meet me in here"

The text read which had me shaking my head softly before sneaking towards his room when everyone was paying attention to Oscar.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask softly while opening the door and walking into the room to find Lando sitting on his little couch with his race suit at his hips.

"Don't wanna talk about it," Lando mumbles while I climb into his lap making myself comfortable while he wraps his arms around my hips and pulling me closer.

"We have to fly back with him tonight," Lando tells me softly making me wince at the thought of being stuck in a plane with Lando and Max right now.

"Technically I'm flying with my dad," I tell him softly while letting my fingers lightly trail over Lando's cheek bone.

"I don't care, tell him you're flying with me to help me with my media presence or something, I don't want to be alone on that flight," Lando replies back before pulling me down for a quick kiss.

"Fine, I'll talk to him," I tell Lando softly before kissing Lando again and allowing Lando's wandering hands to find my ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

Once I board Max's private jet I quickly find Lando in the back of the plane with his headphones on ignoring whatever Max could have said to him.

"Stop being rude," I tell Lando sternly while taking out one of his Airpods so he can hear if someone talks to him.

"Don't wanna speak to anyone," Lando mumbles like a child making me roll my eyes at his pettiness.

"Hi Max," I turn my attention to the Dutch man since Lando doesn't want to speak to anyone.

"Hi, Y/N how are you doing tonight?" Max asks softly while I sit down into he seat across from him. I could see Lando in the corner of my eye sink further into his seat while pouting.

"I'm alright, think I'm just here to make sure the girls don't fight," I joke with a small smirk on my lips making Max laugh softly and shake his head while Lando only pouts a bit louder.

"I'm proud of you for making it back to P5," I tell Max softly making him smile and nod.

"I'm sure the Brit behind me wouldn't be too thrilled to hear you say that," Max teases making me shake my head softly.

"He'll get over it," I shrug not wanting to cater to Lando's feelings if he's going to act like a child.

"Really, Y/N?" I hear Lando huff making me giggle a little.

"Lando stop pouting and join us please," I say softly making Lando groan and sit in his seat a couple more minutes before finally getting up and joining Max and I.

We're about midway through the flight before the boys are back on speaking terms.

"Look I'm sorry if I said anything in the media pen. I was upset after the DNF and penalty," Lando mumbles to Max making me smile softly.

"I'm sorry too if I said anything too," Max replies with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Whatever happens on the track and in the media pen needs to stay there," Max adds making Lando nod his head in agreeance.

I went back to reading my book ignoring the two boys before I feel Lando gently pull me into his lap making me squeal.

"Lando!" I say while laughing slightly. Lando ignores me and just adjusts me into his lap so I'm straddling his waist.

"Do you want to go into the room with Max and I?" Lando asks softly making me think for a split second before nodding.

Lando says nothing just stands up and carries me into the small room in the back of the plane that has a door for privacy. I see that Max has followed us in here before Lando gently places me down on the bed so I'm looking up at both of the boys.

Neither of them say anything so I reach for Max's belt before unbuckling it and unzipping his pants letting them fall on their own while I move to Lando doing the same thing. Once both of them step out of their pants leaving them in their shirts and boxers I quickly pull off the dress I was wearing leaving me in my black matching set. Once I'm down to my bra and panties Max and Lando both quickly pull off their shirts before Max is climbing onto the bed near the headboard which instantly has me crawling away from the edge and into Max's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask softly since this is the first time Max and I are sleeping together and we all agreed to follow everyone's boundaries.

Instead of answering Max pulls my face into his hands and brings me down to his lips. The second his lips hit mine I can't help but moan and sink further into Max's lap while I can feel Lando climbing onto the bed behind me.

"Protection," I say softly pulling back from Max making him groan softly.

"It's in the backpack at the end of the bed," Max mumbles pulling me back into a kiss making me grind down into his crotch harder making both of us moan into the kiss.

I feel Lando shuffle back towards the end of the bed and rummage through the backpack all the while Max and I are still wrapped up into each others arms.

When I hear the sound of the foil being picked up and I turned my body slightly grabbing one of the condoms from Lando and ripping it open without a second thought.

I shuffle off of Max's lap letting him pull his boxers down where I put the condom on the tip of his dick before using my mouth to roll it on the rest of the way.

"Fuck," I hear Max hiss at the contact of my lips on his sensitive tip.

Once I had successfully rolled the condom on using only my mouth I pull back up climbing into Max's lap and pulling my panties to the side, before slowly sinking down on Max's cock not needing any kind of warm up.

"Fuck, I had so many plans for the first time I got with you and the second you rolled that condom on it went right out the window," Max groans while Lando is behind me unclipping my bra and letting it fall into Max and I's lap.

Max's hands are on my tits almost instantly while I get to work of bouncing on Max's cock.

"Fuck, Max! It's too big," I whine out when I'm fully seated on his cock being stretched in ways I have yet to be stretched.

"Shit! I can feel the way you're squeezing me," Max says through gritted teeth while I start slowly rocking my hips.

Lando moves around the bed slightly before attaching his mouth to one of my free nipples.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel his teeth sink down softly illiciting slight pain that instantly turns back into pleasure when he goes back to sucking to soothe down the sting.

Max lets me ride him for a few more seconds before he's pulling me off his cock and arranging me so I'm on my hands and knees for him.

"Oh fuck," I cry when Max wastes no time shoving his cock back into my pussy.

Lando moves his body around so he's now sitting in front of me letting his hard dripping cock touch my lip. I waste no time taking him into my mouth and working his cock with my tongue.

"Fuck," Lando cries out making me smirk slightly before taking Lando all the way down my throat.

I kind of figured Max would be dominant but I wasn't prepared for hot rough he truly was.

Everytime I try to cry out in pleasure it is muffled by Lando's cock sending strong vibrations straight through his cock making him cry out even louder.

I could tell Max was feeding off of both Lando and I's pleasure showing me he is a true pleasure dom.

"I can tell you're about to cum, princess," Max grunts out while he continues to fuck into my pussy harder.

When Max moves his fingers between our bodies and starts playing with my clit I can no longer hold off my impending orgasm.

Lando pulls his cock out of my mouth letting me scream out as I cum all over Max's cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm.

Once my orgasm had washed over Max gave me no time to calm down as he's flipping out bodies over again so I'm riding him once again.

"Fuck her ass," Max tells Lando which has him instantly rolling on another condom before climbing behind me.

When I feel Lando push two lubed up fingers into my ass I let out a loud moan burying my face into Max's neck. It takes Lando a couple minutes to stretch my ass enough to feel I was ready to take his cock.

"Oh fuck," I whine when I feel the tip of his cock start to push into my ass.

"Oh God," I cry out when I feel him start to push further into my ass filling me up.

Once Lando was filling in my ass both of the boys start moving making me see stars almost instantly.

"She's not gonna last long," Lando grunts out knowing how quickly I cum from just anal let alone having my pussy filled up too.

"She's free to cum, but I'm far from done," Max grunts out only bucking up into my pussy harder.

My second orgasm of the night hit me out of no where resulting in squirting all over Max and I.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Max grunts bucking a bit harder making sure to milk this orgasm as much as he had the last.

Knowing Lando he was close to cumming and when he pulls out and quickly pulls the condom off to cum on my ass I let out a soft moan feeling his hot cum hitting my skin.

"Fuck," Lando grunts out through his orgasm. Once he's finished cumming he quickly throws on a pair of boxers before leaving the small bedroom, leaving Max and I alone.

Without Lando right behind me I quickly sit up a bit taller and start riding Max's cock.

"Fuck so good," I moan riding a bit harder trying to ignore the overstimulation I was starting to feel.

"Fuck," Max grunts out fucking up into my pussy making my nails dig a bit deeper on his chest.

I can tell Max was getting close my the way he bucking was becoming a bit more erratic.

"Fuck," Max grunts out while cumming into the condom triggering me into another small orgasm.

"Maxie," I cry out leaving scratches down his chest.

Once both of us have come down from our high I collapse on top of of Max feeling his arms wrap around his body.

"You're father would hate me even more," Max says with a laugh falling from his lips.

"He only hates you cause he can't have you," I say making him laugh.

As we are both coming down from our highs Lando slowly makes his way back into the room with a few things to start aftercare.

Lando gently takes me into his arms and lifts me off Max's cock making me whimper slightly. Once Max was free he quickly gets up and discards the condom before he started looking for my clothes while Lando helped clean me up a bit.

Once we were all dressed we all climbed back into the bed and laid with each other. I curl myself into Lando's side while Max's turns to pull my back into his chest.

I can see Max's slowly rubbing circles on Lando's torso. Seeing how relaxed Lando was under his touch told me that this was not their first time sharing a girl but it was also definitely not their first time being intimate together.

"Who wants to admit when this first started," I tease while gestering towards Max's grip on Lando's side.

"Rookie year," Lando admits softly with his cheeks heating. I just smile and nod curling farther into Lando while Max tightens his hold.

We spend the rest of the flight in each others arms talking about some of the experiences I've been able to have since becoming their bunny.

It's Silverstone and the pressure is at an all time high in Mclaren. I've been bouncing between both of the drivers room this whole weekend but now that it's Sunday and all of the guys are getting into the car to get ready for the formation lap.

A soon as the formation lap begins I move towards the back of the garage not wanting to be in the way of anyone.

When I notice the lap is coming to an end I see Pierre come back into the pits confusing. I try my best to tune into what the mechanics were saying but given being in the Mclaren garage they were mostly worried about Lando trying to get his second win.

When the lights go out I pay attention to the screen as much as possible but when my phone starts ringing I instantly break focus and notice that Kika is calling me.

"Hi, gorgeous," I say while answering the phone.

"Hi, um this might be a bit weird and I apologize if this is overstepping but I was wondering if around lap 22 you could come into Pierre's garage. I know he's upset with the race and I think you would be a good pick me up," Kika admits softly making me smile.

"Of course! Would you be able to meet me outside the garage so I can come in?" I ask.

"Absolutely! Ill see you soon," Kika responds and we quickly end the call with each other.

When the time came I quickly snuck out of the garage and made my way through the back of the garages until I got to Alpine where I found Kika standing outside waiting for me.

"Thank you! I'm sorry if that was weird," Kika says with pink cheeks.

"You're fine, I don't think Pierre would have called me himself and if you think it'll be a pick me up then I'm more than happy to help," I say with a smile. Kika and I have been friends since they got into a relationship and she was one of the first girls I told about this. She thought it was a bit insane but not because she was judging but because she's confused how Im not catching feelings.

"I'll drop you off in his room and head to the common area," Kika tells me while we are walking through the back of the garage to where Pierre's driver room is.

"You don't have to leave," I admit softly with a blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"I- really?" Kika asks with a small smile on her lips.

"Kika, this is your relationship and Im honored that you trust Pierre and I together but I would honestly love if you joined," I tell her while grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Given that we are already in the privacy of Pierre's drivers room she quickly pulls me in and places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Can I watch at first?" She asks softly looking me in the eye.

"Of course, watch and join when you're ready or just watch and enjoy," I say with a smile and pull her in for another quick kiss.

Once Pierre gets into the room he quickly smiles when he sees the two of us sitting on the little couch talking. Pierre may not have asked for time together but he 100% knew what was about to happen.

"Who's idea," Pierre says with a smirk and making his way to the couch before leaning down and pulling his girlfriend in for a kiss before looking down at me and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Mine," Kika says with a bright smile making Pierre look down at her with a soft smirk.

I have always loved seeing Kika and Pierre's relationship because it was always evident how much love they shared between the two.

"Does that mean you will be joining us," Pierre asks with a bright smile clearly getting a bit giddy.

"I'm gonna watch at first and then maybe I'll join," Kika tells him softly.

Pierre seemed content enough with that as he moves his attention onto me. He quickly pulls me my by cheek to place a kiss on my lips. I see Kika make her way over to the small chair near the couch before placing herself on it.

Once we had the full couch just us Pierre makes quick work of deepening the kiss and pulling me into his lap. It doesn't take Pierre long to start tugging at my shirt and pulling it over my head to reveal my bare chest, well besides the new piercings I had gotta last week.

"Fuck, no one mentioned piercings," Pierre gasps lightly running his finger over the cool medal that's been pierced through both nipples.

"I was with her! She took it like a champ," Kika announced to her boy friend making him look at her with a raised brow.

"She said it was a surprise... that's why it was never mentioned in the group chat," Kika said with a shrug of her shoulder.

"Lando has been itching for them to be known so he can talk about how hot they are," I say with a laugh making Pierre laugh slightly but still pull me in closer and attach his lips back to mine.

"I too can't wait for everyone to know about them," Pierre mumbles against my lips.

"Holy shit! Lewis is leading," Kika says noticing the screen placing the live footage of the race.

"Then I better get my fix before MR. 7 gets his hands on her," Pierre mumbles making me laugh but still lean down to attach my lips to his neck.

I start trailing my kisses down his neck making me slip onto my knees in front of the man pulling his race suit away from his hips and letting them pool at his feet before I look over to Kika who is watching us intently.

When I reach into Pierre's boxers before I can even see his cock I instantly look back at Kika.

"Go on," Kika says with a smirk making me pull his cock out to reveal one of the biggest cocks I had even seen. Not only in person but also in porn.

I look between Pierre's cock and Kika a few beats before she breaks out in a small giggle and joins me on my knees.

"He's fucking massive Kiks what the fuck," I whisper to my friend as if said man wasn't right there.

"Yuki wasn't joking," Kika says with a shrug of her shoulders before leaning down and licking the tip of Pierre's cock making him hiss at the contact. When Kika pulls back I instantly follower her motions be instead of pulling back like she did I take Pierre into my mouth and using my tongue to circle his tip before pulling back and offering him to Kika.

We spend the next several minutes giving Pierre a teasing blow job never taking more than a few inches into our mouths before pulling back and switching.

"Fuck! Please," Pierre finally cracks making Kika giggle before taking her boy friend almost all the way down her throat before she's gagging and starts bobbing her head a few times. When she pulls back I follow her actions taking as much of his cock that fits into my mouth before bobbing my head a few times.

"Fuck, I will cum," Pierre groans while Kika is bobbing her head on her boy friends cock. This has her pulling back and standing up before she's helping me stand up and pull off my shorts leaving me completely bare for the couple.

She then pulls me down for a kiss while walking us towards the small massage table in the room before she's laying me down and spreading my legs.

Kika's mouth starts trailing kisses from my lips down to my jaw and neck before she settles on one of my nipples before looking up at me.

"I know he said two weeks but I know Lando's mouth has been here, please," Kika asks making me blush and nod my head before she's instantly attaching her mouth to one of my nipples making me hiss and arch my back at the pleasure.

Once she's given the first nipple some attention she turns her attention to the other one giving it the same treatment before she starts trailing small hickeys down my stomach right next the the ones Lando had left yesterday.

When she reaches my pussy I can't help the small whimper that leaves my lips when she blows a wisp of cool air directly on my clit.

I notice Pierre has discarded race suit and briefs leaving them drapped over the back of the couch not to ruin his race suit before he's approaching the both of us.

"Shit, Kika," I cry out in a moan when I feel her tongue graze over my clit.

Kika moans into my pussy making me whimper and try to close my legs but she has a strong grip on my thighs keeping them spread open completely for her.

"So good," I moan feeling her slip 2 fingers deep into my pussy and finding my G-spot almost instantly.

I knew I was gonna cum of Kika's tongue if she didn't pull back but when I tried to push her face away from my pussy Pierre only grabs my hands and holds them over my head leaving me completely helpless to her talented tongue.

"Cum for us," Pierre leans down whispering into my ear instantly throwing me into a powerful orgasm.

"Fuck," I cry out at Kika continues to suck on my clit helping me ride out my orgasm before she pulls away but not without giving one last gentle kiss directly on my clit making me twitch from the slight overstimulation.

Pierre finally lets go of my wrists and pulls his girlfriend up for a kiss tasting me on her lips.

"Fuck she tastes good," Pierre groans pulling back from the kiss.

"She does, doesn't she," Kika responds with a smirk before she's leaning down and pulling me in for another kiss.

"Are you ready to take him," Kika asks gently against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Kika just smiles and quickly climbs off the bed and quickly undresses herself before climbing back up and hoovering her pussy above my mouth.

"Oh," I moan gently when I feel Pierre's condom covered tip tease my clit. When he feels he's collected enough of my slick on the condom he slowly start pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy making me gasp.

Kika takes this as her chance to sit her pussy directly onto my mouth making he attach my lips to her clit and sucking.

"Fuck," I moan into her pussy as Pierre continues to push into my pussy.

"Too big," I gasp out when I feel him in places I've never had touched.

"Fuck," Kika whimpers out when I slip two fingers into her pussy while still playing with her clit.

"Keep doing that and we're gonna have to shower you before we send you off," Pierre grunts out once he's fully seated deep into my pussy.

"Pierre! Don't tell her that! I don't want her to stop," Kika whines out making me giggle softly knowing there was no way I was gonna stop now at the prospect of getting to make Kika squirt for me.

I slow my actions down and joking slip my fingers out of her pussy making her whine loudly.

Pierre reaches over and gives her ass a slap, telling her to behave herself. While I couldn't see Pierre slap her ass I could hear it and it instantly made my pussy clench around his cock.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out when he feels my pussy clenching. He slowly starts pulling his hips back before slamming back into my pussy making me whimper into Kika's pussy.

I start working my tongue on Kika's clit again making her moan loudly.

Feeling Pierre's thrusts speed up makes me scream out in pleasure.

"So good," I mumble out which only has Pierre speeding up his actions making my orgasm start to build once again.

"Fuck, cum for me," Pierre grunts out while speeding up his thrusts.

"Shit," I cry out while cumming for Pierre.

"Fuck, did she just squirt for you?" I hear Kika ask making Pierre grunts out a yes.

"Fuck," I scream out as Pierre continues to fuck me through the overstimulation.

"Too much," I cry out while sinking my fingers back into Kika while sucking on her clit.

When I find Kika's G-spot she instantly cries out as she starts cumming for me.

When she starts squirting I open my mouth catching as much as I can before swallowing a little bit of it and spitting the rest at our.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts out before he's pulling out of my pussy and quickly pulling Kika off my face and pulling us both by the hair back onto our knees before cumming all over our faces.

"Fuck," Pierre grunts when the first ribbon of cum hits my face. When Pierre was done painting our faces I quickly pull Kika in for a messy kiss licking a strip of his cum off her chin before pulling her in for a wet kiss.

"Looks like you might be spending the evening with Lewis," Kika giggles while pulling back from the kiss.

When I look at the screen I notice Lewis is hugging his dad after winning his home race.

"He's never expressed interest so I doubt it," I say with a soft laugh falling from my lips.

"The shower is ready for you two, I'm gonna go talk to the team and see if they figured out why the gearbox failed," Pierre tells us both while leaning down and pressing a quick kiss on both of our lips before leaving the room.

Kika and I both make our way into the shower and have our own little fun for a few minutes before we quickly shower and she quickly helps me get back dressed into my clean clothes.

When I check my phone I can see that it's been blowing up.

"What's the group chat saying?" I ask while brushing my hair.

"Lando called dibs... and Lewis very quickly shot that shit down," Kika says with a smirk on her face.

"Text Lando privately and tell him I'll stay with him tomorrow night in Monaco," I tell Kika while walking out of the bathroom.

"God damnit Y/N! Why has he sent so many dick pics in the last 3 minutes... did he not JUST get out of the damn car?!" Kika exclaims while flashing the screen.

"Sorry I should I have warned he might have done that," I laugh taking my phone in my hand and texting himself.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, don't let Pierre murder me! I get to go sleep with Lewis fucking Hamilton," I say making KIka laugh.

"I think he'd ask if it was any good. He likes the confirmation that he's the biggest on the grid," Kika says making me laugh softly.

"He's definitely the biggest I've been with so far. Feel Like Lewis is the only one with a fighting chance," I say with a laugh making her nod.

"Ya, Lew is 100% BIG dick energy," Kika teases while we walk out of the drivers room with our arms linked together.

When I get back to my hotel room I instantly start freaking out about what I was going to wear to impress Lewis. I decided on a simple black lacey bra and panties and threw on a black crop baby tee and a pair of leggings that makes my ass look nice.

When I get another text from Lewis I see that he sent me his hotel and room number. When I got to his hotel floor I instantly start pacing the hallway again when I bump into a body.

"Oh shit! I'm so- Oh hi Nando! I'm sorry was just lost thinking," I say sheepishly to the older man in front of me.

"What's got you so nervous, hermosa?" Fernando looks at me with a slight smirk written all over his face.

"Oh! Nothing, was just thinking about how the season is going so far," I lie not even convincing myself. Fernando just laughs and softly takes me by the hand.

"What are you doing? I have to meet someone," I reply softly while walking with him anyways.

"I'm taking you to Lewis," Fernando says with a smirk making my step completely stop.

"You know?" I whisper shout shocked that he knew what I had been doing.

"Yes, and I plan to text you soon," Fernando says with a wink making me smile and nod.

"I'll be waiting," I reply with a squeeze of his hand completely ignoring the fact that is is nearly 20 years older than me.

"Alright he's waiting," Fernando says while taking me to the door before knocking and walking away leaving me completely alone and wide eyed when Lewis opens the door shirtless with only a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips.

"Treat her good," Fernando shouts down the hall making Lewis look in his direction before turning to me with a raised brow.

"He found me pacing the halls, dragged me here himself," I say softly while still standing in the doorway.

"Nothing to pace about," Lewis says softly while taking my hand in his and bringing me into the room.

When I stand further away from Lewis than probably normal he steps closer to me pulling my chin to look up at him before smiling softly.

"What's got you so nervous? You this nervous with everyone else?" Lewis asks while looking me in the eye.

"Well-no. But it's nothing against you it's just- Lewis I was basically in love with you when I was younger. When my dad would come to races back then before he even had to. I was young but I remember you in the Mclaren," I admit letting my already pink cheeks grow a tomato color.

"Oh God, please don't remind me how old I am," Lewis teasingly groans before pulling my chin up and placing a soft kiss on my lip.

"Nothing to be nervous about though. We are here to celebrate an amazing day. The best day actually," Lewis replies making me smile and nod in agreeance.

"I would say you did amazing but, I wasn't really paying attention," I admit with a small grimance.

"I heard Pierre got his hands on you," Lewis teases before pulling me up to his lips once again and kissing me but this time instead of pulling away he pulls me in by my waist and deepening the kiss.

I bring my hands up to his face bringing him impossibly closer. When I feel Lewis's tongue push through my lips and tangle with my I moan into Lewis's mouth making me smile softly before he's gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me into his arms with ease.

"Lew," I squeal out while giggling while he carries us towards the bedroom part of his hotel. When we get in there he instantly drops me down on the edge of the bed so I'm still sitting up.

He instantly pulls my shirt up and over my head before he makes quick works of taking my bra off all while still keeping his lips attached to mine as much as possible.

I tug at the waistband of Lewis's sweats but before I can pull them down Lewis is taking my hands in his and pulling them away.

"Lewis," I whine into his mouth making him laugh laugh lightly.

"I wanna take care of you. It's my celebrations after all," Lewis tells me with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Lewis takes a second to step back and just look at me breaking out in a smile.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Lewis tells me with a smile playing on his lips. I just look up at him with a bright smile before pulling him back into me for another kiss.

This time Lewis gently lays me down on my back hoovering over me while he starts peppering kisses around my jaw and neck while he's using his fingers to tease my nipples making me whimper.

"Such children," Lewis teases while he gently tracing a few of the hickeys that have been left behind by everyone.

"Let me guess, Lando?" Lewis teases while tracing the heart made out of hickeys making me roll my eyes and nod my head.

"Ya, he has a thing for biting. I've tried to get him to let up," I tell Lewis with a small smile mostly embarrassed for being covered in so many markings.

"You're fucking gorgeous regardless," Lewis says with a shrug before he's pulling off his sweats and boxer revealing his semi hard dick. I follow suit standing up and pulling off my pants along with my thong.

When I climb back into the bed I put myself in the middle waiting for Lewis to climb back in to join me. He throws a condom on the bed before joining me. When he gets on the bed he spreads my thighs apart before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my lips before he starts his trail of kisses down my neck making his way to my already soaked pussy.

"All for me?" Lewis says with a smirk while running a finger through my folds.

"Yes," I whimper when his thumb flicks at my clit.

Lewis leans down and takes my clit into his mouth sucking on it gently while using both of his hands to reach up and start teasing my sensitive nipples.

"Fuck," I gasp out when he pinches them slightly causing pleasurable pain to shoot straight down to my pussy making me clench around nothing.

"Fuck, so good," Lewis groans while still sucking on my clit.

"Please Lew, I want you to fuck me," I beg. Lewis just laughs lightly while looking me directly in the eye.

"Patience," Lewis teases but still sits up and grabs the condoms, ripping it open and putting it on his cock.

Lewis wasn't nearly as long as Pierre but he was just as thick making me whimper when he slowly starts pushing into me.

"Fuck Lew," I moan out while gasping.

"So fucking tight," Lewis grunts while bottoming out in my pussy.

"So good," I gasp when Lewis wastes no time in starting to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy.

Lewis brings his fingers between our bodies and starts teasing my clit with his fingers only bringing me closer to an orgasm I didn't even know was nearly.

"Are you about to cum for me?" Lewis teases with a cocky smirk written all over his face.

"No," I lie but the gasp I let out while clenching around his cock gives me away.

"Cum for me," Lewis leans down and kisses my lips softly making me instantly clench around his cock cumming all over it.

"Lew," I cry out letting the tears fall from the overwhelming pleasure.

"So beautiful when you cum," Lewis tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

Lewis starts fucking back into my pussy making me whimper softly. He starts speeding up the thrusts again making my whimpers turn from a whimper into a loud moan when he starts speeding up his thrusts.

"Fuck, feel so good," Lewis grunts out while fucking into my pussy harder.

"Too good," I gasp feeling another orgasm start to build.

"Fuck, cum for me again," Lewis grunts when he can feel the tell tale signs of my pussy clenching tightly around him.

"I want you to cum with me," I whine trying to fight off the orgasm.

"Next one, come on. Cum for me," Lewis tells me sternly making me whimper.

"Fuck," I moan when I finally relax enough to cum.

Feeling another orgasm wash over my body I can't help the loud cry that leaves my lips making Lewis's hips faulter slightly but continue fucking me through my orgasm.

He gives me little to no time to come down from my high before he's fucking back into my pussy at a rough pace.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Lewis admits but still continues fucking me at the fast pace.

I bring my fingers down between us and starts rubbing my clit making me moan loudly.

"So good," I cry as Lewis continues fucking me.

I knew my final orgasm was gonna come soon but when Lewis starts plowing into my pussy at a brutal pace I can tell he's just as close as I am.

"Fuck," Lewis grunts while his hips start to falter a bit.

With one final thrust I feel Lewis start to fill the condom up triggering another orgasm making me scream out.

"Lewis!" I cry out as I feel him thrusting in and out of me to help us ride out our orgasms.

When he finally starts to pull out I whimper at the oversensitivity. He gently takes me into his arms and carries me into the connected bathroom where he draws a hot bath.

Once it's filled up he gently climbs in while still holding me. When he places me on the ground he quickly sinks into the bath while gently pulling me down so I can rest my back against his chest.

"I'm texting the group chat I made you cum in less than a minute," Lewis teases making me let out a loud whine.

"Lew! That's embarrassing," I complaing making him giggle at my childish antics.

"It was hot as fuck and I deserves bragging rights," Lewis says with a shrug but wrapping his arms around me tighter.

We continue to relax in the bath until the water runs cool which has Lew draining the bath and climbing out to grab us both towels.

I ended up spending the night with Lewis who ordered us breakfast in the morning and even made sure to drive me back to my hotel in time to catch a ride back to the airport.

"Thank you," Lewis tells me before I can get out of the car.

"Nothing to thank me for. You did amazing yesterday and you deserved it," I say with a smile.

"Yesterday was a good day," Lewis says with a smile making me laugh and nod.

"You have my number, use it," I say before pacing a quick kiss on his cheek and getting out of the car.

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AHHHHH! I hope y'all love it! Also have not proof read so apologies if theres any mistakes!

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o giving birth

Request: Hello!! Can I request a Seventeen OT13 fluff/crack/comfort reaction to reader giving birth? Like for each member the member and reader react differently? Like reader having a hard time with wonwoo’s child because of his wide shoulders, Vernon being unfazed as usual as his wife screams at him, reader having no tolerance for pain and is panicking so Mingyu panics too, etc

A/N: I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, anon. This took much longer than I expected. I actually finished writing it yesterday, but my draft got deleted, and I was so frustrated that I nearly cried. I had been working on this for a week while juggling other writing projects and a busy, stressful schedule. Instead of breaking down and giving up, I sat down and rewrote everything from memory. Since it was my second time writing it, I at least had a clearer idea of what I wanted to do. I knew that if I didn’t finish it now, it would end up delayed for another week or more, and I didn’t want that. Also, I pushed other queued requests back to finally get this one out since it should've been out earlier but I wasn't done with it. I really hope I did justice to your request! Thank you for your patience 💓

Seungcheol: To me it feels like his leader instincts kicking in like it’s a group comeback 😭 You’re physically drained and can barely push anymore, so Seungcheol will be holding your hand tightly, his voice steadying you: “Just one more, baby, you’ve got this. We’ll meet our little one soon.” On the inside, he’s panicking but doesn’t let it show because he knows you need his strength, "Breathe, babe, breathe!” Wait, should I breathe too?! Once the baby is born, he’s in tears, holding your hand like, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” and kissing your forehead. Then proceeds to take the title of Best Dad very seriously.

Jeonghan: “This is YOUR fault!” you scream at him as another wave of pain hits, and Jeonghan, instead of being offended, just grins cheekily, “I know, I know. But look at me—I’m right here. You’re doing amazing.” He is unfazed and mischievous, even while you're snapping at him but don't get me wrong. He's like, "It’s okay, just a little more!” while secretly panicking and muttering, How does one raise a tiny human? He just doesn't want to look panicked in front of you and scare you. When the baby arrives, he jokes, “Wow, this kid’s already prettier than me. Must’ve gotten it from me.” Yes, he's like that—but in a moment of seriousness, he looks at you with so much love, “You were incredible.”

Joshua: You’re crying softly, scared and overwhelmed, and Joshua immediately cups your face gently, “I know it’s hard, but you’re so strong. You can do this. I’ll be here the whole time.” He's very soft and attentive, the perfect mix of calm and emotional. He never leaves your side, murmuring prayers under his breath. Holds your hand and whispers comforting words the whole time, “You’re amazing, you’ve got this.” When the baby cries for the first time, he literally cries too, “This is the best day of my life.” He lets out a laugh of pure relief and joy as his face says, This is our miracle. He insists on singing the baby a lullaby immediately. Sunday morning rain is falling in form of lullaby

Jun: Wait, I think I need to sit down—oh no, wait, you’re the one doing all the work! Chaotic but sweet, Jun is trying his best to be strong for you, but his emotions are all over the place. You’re gripping his hand tightly, shaking your head, “I can’t do it, Jun. I really can’t!” his heart clenches at your words but he then immediately leans in, his eyes wide but sincere, “You’re already doing it. Look at me. One more push, and we’ll meet our baby.” The sheer trust and love in his gaze give you the last bit of strength you need. After the birth, he’s SO emotional, holding them like the most delicate thing in the world in complete awe with wide eyes, “Wow… they’re so small. Are you sure they’re ours?” He traces a careful finger along the baby’s tiny hand, his eyes softening even more. “They’re perfect… just like you.” His lips press a lingering, grateful kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his eyes shimmering. “I love you. Both of you.”

Hoshi: He's excited and maybe a little too energetic. Freaks out every time you make a noise, “IS IT TIME?!” even if you’re just asking for water. During birth, I feel like, his s/o will be yelling from the pain and accidentally yell at him too lol. “STOP TALKING, SOONYOUNG!” you shout during a particularly painful contraction, and he freezes, wide-eyed. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll be quiet—but I’m still here!” When the baby is born, he’s crying harder than you are, clutching your hand, “WE DID IT! I mean, you did it! I’M A PAPA TIGER! Look at our little cub!” while also jumping up and down yelling.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is the reliable rock you need. You’re biting your lip, trying not to scream, and he notices your trembling. He leans closer, his voice soft, “It’s okay to let it out. I’m here for you, always.” He stays by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of it to soothe you. Every now and then, he murmurs, “You’re doing so well,” his voice laced with admiration and respect for his beloved. When the baby is finally born, he doesn’t say much at first—just stares in awe, holding them close with a small, amazed smile. After a long pause, he finally whispers, “So this is what pure happiness feels like.” Theb he looks at you, eyes full of love, and promises, “I’ll be the best dad. For both of you.”

Woozi: Stressed but trying not to show it. Internally writing 15 songs about his emotions while saying, “Do you need anything? Water? Ice? A new husband?” all while trying his best to keep his emotions in check for your sake but low-key failing. “It hurts so much!” you cry, and Jihoon, though visibly worried and internally panicking, keeps rubbing your back, “I know, love, I know. Just a little more, and it’ll be over. You’re stronger than you think.” Once it’s over, he’s stunned silent, staring at the tiny life in his hands in awe, whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write anything more beautiful than this.” Then he looks at you, his voice soft: “You’re incredible.”

Dokyeom: Your overly enthusiastic cheerleader is trying his best. But when you let out a scream, “AUGH!” Seokmin yelps even louder, “ARE YOU OKAY?!” despite knowing full well that you’re not. He’s gripping your hand so tightly—probably too tightly and almost crying with you. “YOU’RE DOING GREAT. I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Then, mid-contraction, he suddenly panics, “Wait, do you hate me right now? I think you do.” You glare at him between deep breaths, and he flinches, “Okay! No talking! Got it!” When the baby is finally here, Seokmin completely loses it, his happy sobs are the loudest in the room. “We did it! Well, mostly you, but we did it!” He’s melting, practically sliding to the floor as he holds the baby, overwhelmed by joy. Someone has to hold him up before he turns into a puddle of emotions.

Mingyu: He’s the definition of chaos with a side of tears. “Why is it taking so long?!” you cry out, exhausted and frustrated, and Mingyu, who has been pacing non-stop—pauses for a second before nervously responding, “I don’t know, but I’m here! We’ll get through this together, I promise.” He’s trying so hard to be helpful, but his clumsy ass is in full force. “Do you need water, baby? A towel? Oh no, I dropped the towel! Wait, where’s the doctor—should I call someone?!” The moment the baby arrives, Mingyu’s emotions explode, he’s full-on sobbing, barely able to form words. “You’re amazing! Our baby is amazing!” He cradles the tiny newborn like the most precious thing in the world, holding on so tight that the nurses have to coax him into letting them check the baby. “No! They’re so tiny! So perfect! I’m NOT letting them go.” spoiler: he doesn't. they have the check the baby from his hold.

Minghao: Zen but emotional deep down. He’s by your side, reminding you to breathe like a yoga instructor, “Inhale, exhale, you’ve got this.” But you are still exhausted and losing focus during labor, “I can’t do it,” you mumble weakly, and Minghao immediately takes your hand, his calm voice grounding you: “Yes, you can. Focus on me. Deep breaths. You’re stronger than you know.” After the baby’s born, he holds them with the gentlest hands, his eyes full of tears. “You did so well,” he whispers, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.” His face is all smiley with streaks of dry tears down his cheeks as he kisses your nose, “This is the start of a masterpiece. You’re amazing, my love. I love you”

Seungkwan: The most emotional and slightly dramatic of them all. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Am I okay?!” He’s running on pure nerves. The situation escalates quickly when you reach the peak of labor, and it’s similar to Hoshi’s. “STOP TALKING, KWAN!” you snap, breathless from the pain. He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest, “I’m just worried! But okay, okay, I’ll shut up!” He’s jittery, constantly checking on you, the doctors, and the monitors, whispering prayers under his breath. The moment the baby is born, all his anxiety vanishes, replaced by unfiltered joy. He holds the baby, bawling his eyes out, voice shaking as he says, “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, looking at you with pure adoration, he sniffles, “I’m going to spoil them so much.”

Vernon: Surprisingly calm but mostly because he’s in shock. You’re gripping the bed rails so hard your knuckles turn white, trying not to scream, and Vernon, who notices how much you’re struggling, leans down, holding your hand. “You’re doing so great,” he says. “We’re so close, babe. Just a little more.” He doesn’t say much else, just keeps his grip firm, standing by your side like an unshakable pillar until you give birth while internally thinking, This is wild. When the baby is born, he stares at them for a long moment before finally saying, “Wow… we made this. That’s crazy.” But then, as he holds the baby, his normally neutral expression softens into something breathtaking. His heart eyes are fully showing— completely smitten, both with the baby and with you.

Dino: Our Dino is flustered but super supportive. “Do you need me to do anything? Tell me what to do—I’ll do it!” He’s hovering, heart racing, watching you struggle through the pain, and it’s breaking him. When you sob, “I can’t do it, Chan!” he nearly panics himself, but he quickly shakes his head and crouches beside you, rubbing your back. “Yes, you can,” he says firmly, “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little more, I’m right here!” The second the baby arrives, his stress vanishes, replaced by pure joy. His grin is so wide it almost hurts. “I’m officially a dad! We’re parents now, love! Can you believe it?” He holds the baby with so much pride and tenderness, already making promises. “I’m going to be the fun parent. You’re going to have the coolest childhood ever, little one.” and holds their pinky.

[fireinmoonshot]

the one | joaquín torres x reader

FINAL PART OF A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS JOAQUÍN x READER. PART 0.25 | PART 0.5 | PART 0.75 Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Warnings: References to a guy being creepy, mentions of food. Word Count: 5.2k A/N: And finally, I'm posting the final part of my best friends to lovers Joaquín fic! I'm sorry this took me a whole week to get around to posting – after getting home from my trip, dealing with the insane post concert depression and getting my wisdom tooth out, I have been having a week. But I finally nailed down tonight and finished this and I'm really proud of it. I hope that it's worth the wait for all of those who have been waiting for it. Thank you all for your patience! I've missed posting here so much 💗

“So, tell me all about how your date went.”

You pull your legs up on the couch and get comfortable as you settle in to tell one of your best friends, Kira, about how your most recent date went. Despite the fact that you’re in the middle of Games Night at Joaquin’s place, everyone else is busy catching up since you’ve all not long arrived and Kira has waited long enough to hear this.

“Well, prepare to be disappointed,” you warn her, leaning your elbow on the back of the couch so you can rest your head on your hand. “Peter, the barista, spent the entire night talking about himself and barely even asked me any questions. If I asked him something, he’d answer and then completely move on and not ask me the same thing. I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point.”

Kira rolls her eyes. “Why do men suck? Please tell me he at least paid for dinner.”

“He didn’t even offer to pay, Kira. I paid my half, he paid his. Then, he stood up from the table, told me that he’d really enjoyed our date and that I’d hear from him again soon, and left. He didn’t even walk me to my car.” 

The gasp that leaves Kira’s mouth is exactly what you’d expected. She’s just about to say something when, from the chair opposite yours, Joaquin speaks instead. You hadn’t even realised he’d been sitting there, since he’d been in the kitchen getting everyone drinks when you’d arrived and sat down with Kira. You’re a little embarrassed upon seeing him, for some reason. That night at the charity gala, you’d thought that maybe something might happen between the two of you. But it hadn’t and you’d gone back home to your dating apps.

“I thought that this was games night, not girls night,” he says, uncharacteristically cold. It’s rare to see him like this. You can count the amount of times on one hand. But clearly, he’s been listening in on your conversation and wasn’t enjoying it like Kira was. That is not surprising – he’s always hated hearing about your love life.

You and Kira share a look before you both look over at Joaquin, eyebrows raised. 

“Where are the games then, Quin?” Kira asks, pointing to the empty coffee table. “Until I see games, I think we’ve got free reign to talk as much as we want. About any topic we want. You’re lucky we’re not talking about our sex lives, honey.”

As usual, Kira is much more bold and up front then you are. When it comes to Joaquin, you’re always a little anxious. It probably has to do with the fact that you’ve always found him incredibly attractive, both looks and personality wise. Your strong friendship means everything to you, which is why you haven’t risked it by making a move on him. Despite the fact that you’ve been dropping plenty of hints to see if he might like you too.

It does make you smile, though, when you see Joaquin’s cheeks flush a little. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t manage to catch before he stands up and walks into the kitchen. 

Kira looks back at you. “The audacity.”

“I mean, we are at his place…”

“And I wanted to hear about your date – which sounded terrible. I mean, seriously, what kind of man doesn’t even walk you to your car. It sounds to me like he treated the whole thing like a business meeting or something. Has he even contacted you since?” She continues, as if the moment with Joaquin had never happened.

You shake your head. “He unmatched me on the app, actually.” 

Kira makes a loud noise of irritation that makes you laugh. “What a prick!”

It’s not too long later by the time Kira moves on and starts another conversation with another one of your friends. Joaquin still hasn’t emerged from the kitchen, so you decide to go and find him and apologise for Kira, even though he was a little out of line himself.

You lean up against the doorframe of the kitchen and watch him as he stirs something in a pot on the stove. You can only see his back, but you still stand there and watch him for a few moments. “What are you making?” You ask.

He jumps a little at the sound of your voice. “You sneaking up on me or something?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Nachos. I’m just working on the meat. You wanna come give me a hand?”

You walk further into the kitchen and grab the bag of tortilla chips that’s sitting on the counter. “You want me to get the chips ready for you? I don’t think that stirring the meat is a two person job, Joaquin.” 

Joaquin chuckles a little. “Yeah, doing the chips would be great.”

The two of you work in silence for a few minutes as you spread the chips out on a few individual trays, enough to feed the six of you that are there for Game Night. You’re overthinking for most of the time, wondering what to say to Joaquin, especially since he seems to be in a pretty good mood now.

Eventually, you manage to gain the confidence. 

“I’m sorry about before. I didn’t know that you didn’t wanna hear about my love life. I mean, last time, you actually told me you did wanna hear about it. I didn’t even know you were sitting on that couch. I guess I got a bit invested in telling Kira about it all,” you explain, continuing to spread the chips out.

It’s silent for a moment. Your back is to Joaquin so you can’t see if he’s looking at you and you can’t bring yourself to check. 

“You don’t have to apologise,” Joaquin eventually says. “It’s fine. It’s just… that guy sounded like a total dick. I mean, he didn’t even offer to pay for your dinner?” 

He’s been thinking about what you’d said ever since he left the room and came into the kitchen to start working on dinner. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him mad that you were going out on dates with men that treated you like this. You deserve so much better – you deserve… well, him. Not that he ever thinks he’d get the courage to tell you. He’s had several chances at this point and not had the confidence to go through with any of them.

His heart warms at the sound of your laugh. 

“Most guys don’t offer to pay for dinner nowadays.”

Joaquin turns around, looking at the back of your head since you’re still working on the chips. “What do you mean most guys don’t offer to pay for dinner? Since when?” 

He’s a little surprised when you turn around, and he can see the look of surprise on your face when you see that he’s already looking at you. 

“Uh, for a while now,” you shrug. “I’ve paid on the last six or so dates I’ve gone on.”

He scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “That’s wrong on so many levels.” 

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“Quin, these nachos are insane!” Matt, one of your other friends, exclaims. He’s sharing his plate with Gabriel across the room from where you and Joaquin are sitting, sharing a plate between yourselves.

Joaquin laughs and thanks him before Matt goes back to his conversation with Gabriel. Ever since the kitchen, though, Joaquin can’t get what you’d said out of his head. It’s probably not helped by the fact that you’re sitting beside him, your legs draped over his lap and a plate of nachos resting on top of them. The physical contact is setting his mind on fire.

“Is dating really like that?” He asks.

You finish your mouthful of nachos and nod. “Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t know. I mean, when was the last time you went out on a date? I’d bet you ten bucks you’re the exception. The one good date that woman has had for months.”

You push down the feeling that settles in your stomach about Joaquín dating other people. He has every right to date, just like you’ve been dating to try and get over him.

Joaquin thinks on it for a moment. It had been a while ago, admittedly. While he’d been trying to get over his crush on you and move on. It hadn’t worked. In fact, it had ended quite terribly with him realising he couldn’t date anyone that wasn’t you. Hence him asking you to the charity gala last month – among other reasons.

“Uh, the girl told me I was the nicest guy she’s ever been on a date with. But I just thought she was trying to flatter me or something cause she thought I was cute,” he shrugs, trying to be nonchalant even though he’s silently stressing about how he was the exception. 

You laugh and Joaquin can’t help but smile. “Of course she did. How you’re not already taken, I don’t understand,” you laugh, shaking your head. 

Joaquin chooses to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach at you basically friend-zoning him, but he isn’t surprised by it. Especially since this whole conversation was brought on by your terrible date. “So, uh… why do you still go on dates when it’s like that?” He questions, trying to move the topic away from his love life.

For a few moments, you sit and think. Joaquin watches you for the entire time, noticing the small quirks about your face. The way you scrunch your nose, the way you furrow your eyebrows and purse your lips as you think. You’re beautiful.

“I just want to find the love of my life,” you shrug eventually. It’s a simple thing, but one you had to feign thinking about for a while on the chance Joaquin might think less of you for continuing to date assholes with no real reason why. As if Joaquin would ever think less of you. 

Joaquin’s heart sinks further into his stomach. He’s known for a while now that he’s not that person for you, but hearing from you that you keep dating men like this just to try and find the love of your life hurts him a little. An idea springs to his mind and he can’t bring himself not to suggest it to you. 

“Next time you go on a date, I’m gonna come with you,” he states. “I’ll sit at a table near you and make sure that you’re okay. And if the guy is being weird or isn’t treating you right, then you can just signal me and I’ll save the day.”

He realises what a terrible idea it is the second it’s out of his mouth. Going to the same restaurant as you while you’re trying to find the love of your life. It’s bound to send him insane. But if it means that you’re going to be safe around men like that…

“What if the guy isn’t being weird and is actually genuinely nice? What if it’s the guy that’s the love of my life?” You raise your eyebrows, trying to get him to backtrack on his words. How are you meant to focus on your own date if you know Joaquin is across the room keeping an eye on you? “You don’t have to do that, Joaquin. I can hold my own.”

“I know, but I’m going anyway.” He ignores your comments about the guy being the love of your life. He’s pretty sure that if he sees you actually meeting the love of your life on one of these dates, he can concoct a reason to get the hell out of there. He’d even put himself through the shame of lying about having explosive diarrhoea to get out of it.

He can only hope that you don’t meet the love of your life when he’s around.

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Joaquin is pretty sure that this guy is the love of your life. 

He’s sitting across the restaurant, trying to act like he’s not staring at you, but then he realises that he’s actually been trying to cut the tablecloth with his knife and fork instead of his steak and forces himself to look away. This is not going to end well.

You’ve been laughing for the entire night. The smile on your face is the most beautiful one he’s ever seen and he’s jealous that he’s not the one it’s directed at. Instead, it’s directed at the tall, dark blonde haired man sitting across the table from you. He keeps reaching out to touch your hand throughout the date and Joaquin has almost broken his glass from holding it too tightly several times because of it.

It’s typical – that the first date you go on after Joaquin says he’ll come along to make sure you’re okay is probably going to be your last first date ever. What if it’s the guy that’s the love of my life? You’d said two weeks ago while eating nachos at his place. 

He’s internally kicking himself for ever suggesting that he come out with you. What the hell was he even thinking? Sam can never find out about this. He can already hear what he’d say: “You really thought going out to keep an eye on the girl you like while she goes on a date with another man was going to end well?” Yeah, Sam is never finding out that this happened.

He’s just put a piece of steak into his mouth, one that he’s successfully cut now that he’s not watching you anymore, when he sees you get up and go to the bathroom out of the corner of his eye. He almost groans out loud, knowing exactly what you’re about to text him. It’s undoubtedly going to be something along the lines of You can go home, this guy is perfect. I’m already head over heels in love. I’ll send you the invite to our wedding on Saturday. 

He tries to keep his eyes off of his phone, sitting on the table beside him, until he sees it light up. He almost doesn’t want to look at the message from you, but he forces himself to – just to know how much longer he’s got to enjoy his steak before he should leave.

When he reads your message, though, his jealousy disappears completely and is replaced by nothing but a streak of white hot anger.

Can you call me when I get back to the table and make up an excuse for some kind of emergency? You should probably step outside, somewhere we can’t see you, incase my date finds it suspicious. He’s being really creepy and I need a good excuse to leave. It’s lucky you’re here…

He finishes the piece of steak he’s been chewing and immediately calls for the bill, wanting to get everything paid immediately so that he can get out to the front door and call you. You’re walking back to the table as he’s handing his card over to the waiter and he starts tapping his foot under the table, getting more and more anxious to leave soon so he can get you out of here.

Clearly, Joaquin isn’t great at gauging emotions. He’s thought all this time that you were having an incredible time with him – laughing, smiling, touching. But now, as he watches you, he can see you pulling your hand away from his, the way your laugh doesn’t sound as gorgeous as it usually does, meaning it’s likely forced. If he didn’t respect you so much, he’d get up from the table and walk straight over to you to set this man right.

But that isn’t what you’d asked him to do, and he’s a man of his word.

The second his bill is paid he gets up from the table and makes for the front door, trying to walk at a normal speed so he doesn’t look suspicious. He hopes that you notice him and feel a little relieved. He’s already loading your contact up on his phone before he steps outside the door so that the second the door closes behind him, he can ring you.

When you step outside of the restaurant, Joaquin is quick to wrap his jacket around your shoulders, having taken it off in the time it’d taken you to get outside, then he places a hand on the small of your back as he leads you towards his car. 

“Thank you,” your voice is small as you look up at him.

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to thank me for that, angel,” he says, not even noticing as the nickname slips out. “I’m just glad I was here.” 

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Joaquin doesn’t rest until you’re back at his apartment, your feet folded underneath you on the couch, a blanket on your lap and a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. He takes pride in the way he finds looking after you so easy. He only wishes the situation were different – that the reason you’re here isn’t because of the terrible date.

He sits down on the couch opposite you and rests his head on his hand. “How are you feeling?” He asks, already knowing that the question is a stupid one to ask.

You think on the question for a few moments. The drive home had been mostly silent. You assumed Joaquin just wanted to give you space, which you’d appreciated, but even just being in his presence was comforting to you. You’re glad that he’d stuck to his word and come on the date with you, otherwise you really would have been in a bad spot.

“I’m all right, really. That guy made me really uncomfortable, but I felt a lot better knowing that you were there in the same room as me,” you assure him. “But I think I need to give dating a break for a while.”

You probably should have given up on dating a long time ago – around the time when you realised that you were attracted to your best friend would have been advisable. But in your attempts to get over him, you could never really bring yourself to stop. Especially when the hints you’d been dropping had gone either ignored or unnoticed. The more you tried and failed, the more you started to really believe that ‘the One’ might not really be out there at all.

Joaquin furrows his eyebrows. “Why? I’m sure there’s someone out there that will treat you right,” he says, meaning it genuinely. Even though every part of him wants that person to be him. How could there not be a perfect person for you, though, when you’re as perfect as you are? In his eyes, you are everything.

“Where? Mars?” You snort and take a sip of your drink.

The words are out of Joaquin’s mouth before he can stop them. “No, right here on this couch.” He almost slaps his hand over his mouth the second he realises what he’s just said. His eyes widen a little, though, and he hopes you’ll just brush over the words like they mean nothing. “You know, like a friend. I think I treat you pretty well… like all friends should do.” He’s well aware that his attempts to move this on are just getting him further into trouble.

Your heart starts beating a little faster. “Is that all we are?”You’re not sure what you’re really saying right now. But you can tell that Joaquin’s mention of friendship was an afterthought, and a spark of hope ignites in your chest.

“What?” Joaquin almost chokes on air itself. 

“You think you can sweep me off my feet?”

Joaquin nods, unsure where his confidence has come from. “Yeah, I could. I think I could even do that in my dreams.” Maybe this is all just a joke – you’re playing along with him just because you think he’s messing with you and he’s about to have his heart broken again. But if it is just a joke, why would you have questioned if you’re just friends or something more?

“Okay, then. Prove it.” 

Joaquin is suddenly glad he’s not drinking or he’s pretty sure he would have either choked on it or spat it all out on you. Are you being serious? No, surely you’re joking with him about all of this… you still think that he’s teasing you. There’s no way that you’re actually telling him to prove that he can sweep you off your feet. You, his best friend. You, who he’s been falling in love with all this time. You, who… could like him back…

“What?” He breathes, voice barely audible.

“Prove that you can sweep me off my feet, Torres.”

He finds himself completely lost for words now. Are you not actually joking with him? Because if you are… this is crossing into dangerous territory and he’s not sure if he can cope with the pain of what will undoubtedly be a major let down.

“Okay,” Joaquin shakes his head. “This is not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny, Joaquin,” you admit. “I’ve been dropping hints for months now trying to see if you might feel the same way about me as I do about you, and I’m sick of it.” The stress of the evening has clearly started to get to you a little. “I keep dating all these men who treat me like dirt on the bottom of their shoe, and I keep thinking about that night in your car when I’d gone on a good date and I told you about all the things this man had done and you said that they were all the things that you do for me. And I think that maybe, the person I’ve been looking for all along is right in front of me. On this couch. If I’ve read the signs all wrong, then just tell me and we can pretend that this never happened, but if not… tell me that too.”

Joaquin is pretty sure that this must be what it feels like to be floating on clouds. He’s never been more relieved in his life to hear that you weren’t teasing or joking with him, but a part of him still doesn’t believe your words. How, after all this time crushing on you, do you like him back? You’ve been dropping hints all this time and he never picked up on them? They come back to him easily now that he thinks back on them. You know something I don’t, Joaquin? You could always try dating someone you already know. 

You’re surprised when Joaquin starts to laugh. His head falls back onto the pillows behind him as he leans back and laughs louder than you think you’ve ever heard him laugh before. You have no idea what to make of the situation – is he laughing because he thinks this is all some kind of joke? Or does he just think the whole situation is funny and he’s about to reject you horribly? You put the cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table and knot your hands together under your blanket, trying to ignore the feelings of doubt that enter your mind.

“Can you pinch me?” Joaquin asks, mid laugh, extending his arm towards you. “Cause I have got to be dreaming right now, angel.” 

He sits up properly again and looks at you. 

“You want me to pinch you?”

“There’s no way this can be real.”

You smile a little as you reach out a hand and pinch him. He flinches at the feeling and then laughs when he realises he’s actually not dreaming. This is all actually happening. Somehow, you’ve just confessed your feelings to him… and all this time, you’ve felt the same way about him as he has about you.

“You didn’t read the signs wrong,” Joaquin assures you. “You clearly read them a hell of a lot better than I did cause I was preparing to live a long, lonely life pining after you when you eventually found ‘the One’.” 

“What? You never even thought of confessing?”

Joaquin chuckles. “Yeah, I thought of confessing a million times but I chickened out every single time. You remember the charity gala we went to? I was sure that was going to be the night, but then I got scared of everything changing and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“You know,” you start, “that whole night I was imagining if that would be what it felt like to be in a relationship with you. But then nothing happened and so I got back on the dating apps.”

Joaquin looks at you for a moment and smiles. “We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of time, couldn’t we?”

“A lot of time.”

––––

Despite the fact that Joaquin’s home is almost like a second home to you, after the stress of the day and the disaster of a date, you decide that you want nothing more than to sleep in your own bed tonight. Joaquin is, admittedly, a little disappointed that you’re not going to be sleeping over at his place, but he understands. 

You’d both stayed on the couch talking for a while after the confession and had decided not to rush things between you. Your friendship is the most important thing and neither one of you want to ruin that. This thing between you two is new in some aspects, but not new in others. 

When Joaquin pulls up outside your apartment, though, the last thing that he wants to do is get out of the car. For a few moments, you both sit in silence before he pushes himself to get out of the car. He walks around to your side of the car and opens the door for you – trying to be as much of a gentleman as he can.

“So,” you hum, leaning up against the side of his car after he closes the door behind you. You can’t bring yourself to start walking towards the building.

“So…” Joaquin says, looking at you from where he’s standing in front of you, a small smile on his lips. 

You look at him – really look at him. The smile on his lips, the look in his eyes, the way his hair is falling over his forehead a little. This man, your best friend… who likes you just like you like him. This man, who swears he can sweep you off your feet. And you know that he can and will. 

In that moment, you can’t help yourself. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, reaching out and grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket – the one he’d worn out to dinner at the fancy restaurant and had put back on to drive you home, just cause it was easy to grab as he went out the door. “I just need to try something.”

Joaquin makes a noise of surprise as you tug him closer and lean up to press your lips to his. This was the last thing he’d been expecting tonight, but he’s not complaining at all. His hand moves to rest on your hip and he carefully pushes you backwards a little so you’re resting against the side of his car again. He moves his other hand to the back of your neck so he can kiss you deeper. 

The kiss is already the best one he’s ever had, he’s certain of that. All this time, all this wanting, has finally come to this one moment and he finds it difficult to regain control of himself. He’s kissing his best friend, and he thinks it should feel weird but it doesn’t in the slightest. It feels like the easiest thing in the world.

You moan a little as he kisses you harder, having not expected him to be so passionate so quickly, and Joaquin takes pride in the noise. The hand that’s on your hip tightens as you let go of his lapels and move your arms around him. The feeling of your hands on him, even through the material of his suit, is sending him a little insane.

Joaquin’s tongue swipes against your lower lip and you don’t hesitate in allowing him entrance. His hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back a little. When he pulls away, you can’t help the small whine that you let out at the absence of his lips on yours.

“Why did you stop?” You ask, a little breathless, and as if you weren’t the one who initiated the kiss in the first place.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I was planning on being more of a gentleman when it came to you. Especially when it came to our first kiss.”

“I don’t want you to be a gentleman with me right now,” you shake your head and tug him closer. You’ve hugged him plenty of times before and shared various types of physical contact, but this embrace is different in every way. “Our friends are going to find this so weird, though, aren’t they?”

Joaquin leans down, his lips so close to yours that you can feel his breath. “Who cares what they think?” He murmurs before kissing you again.

You smile against his lips as he kisses you and you wish that you could bottle up this moment just so you can experience it over and over again.

When, eventually, you break away from the kiss again, Joaquin rests his forehead on yours. His breathing is heavy, but he manages to get out the words “I’m regretting that I ever chickened out of confessing to you now.”

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I mean, we could have been doing this for a lot longer.”

You laugh a little and shake your head, pushing him away jokingly. “Oh, of course that is what you think you’ve been missing out on, Torres.” 

He grins. “You can’t actually call me that anymore, angel. If we’re going to start dating, you’re gonna need to bring out something better than my last name. Remember when you used to call me babe? Yeah, that’ll work.”

“But what if I like calling you Torres, huh?” You hum.

“That’s too bad,” he shrugs, tightening his grip around your waist a little. “I actually won’t answer to anything that resembles my given birth name now. Who is Joaquin Torres? I don’t know anyone with that name.”

You roll your eyes at him, amused. “I mean, come on, it’s my first few hours of dating you, you have to give me a little wiggle room to find a name that sticks. I only called you babe back then cause I was trying to see if you had any reaction to it.”

Joaquin smiles. “Well, safe to say it did have quite an effect on me.”

“Good,” you grin, leaning up to peck his lips again – it still feels a little strange, since you’re used to kissing him on the cheek, but you know you’ll get used to the feeling fast. “Now, will you walk me inside? I don’t wanna say goodbye to you just yet.”

Joaquin reaches down and takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. “You don’t have to say goodbye to me until you want me to go,” he promises. “I’m all yours.”

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SSR Vil Schoenheit - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

[students clamor outside shop]

Vil: Sigh… What a waste of a trip. This is what happens after I made the effort to come all the way here?

Deuce: Schoenheit-senpai, hello! That was a pretty big sigh… Did something happen?

Vil: I had just come by Sam's shop here to pick up something I ordered and there happens to be a sign posted on the door saying he's not in right now.

Deuce: Eh!? Really? Man… I had some shopping I had to do for my dorm, too.

Vil: It said he'll return within 30 minutes, but I have plans after this already. Unfortunate…

Vil: Especially since I don't have much free time what with the birthday party we're throwing at our dorm tomorrow for my birthday. I guess I'll have to come back another day…

Deuce: Oh, is it your birthday tomorrow? Then, I can pick it up for you!

Deuce: I gotta buy some stuff of my own anyway, so think of me doing this as my gift to you.

Vil: Well now, if you say so, I'd like that. Would you be able to bring my merchandise to my dormitory after classes tomorrow?

Vil: If you time it right, you may even attend my birthday party.

Deuce: The party!? I mean, I guess I am curious what kind of food you guys'd serve… But is it okay that I join, even if I'm from a different dorm?

Vil: I don't mind whatsoever. I'll let the party planner know. I appreciate you picking up my order. See you later, then.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Ballroom]

Vil: ―98, 99, 100! Whew…

[door opens, Rook greets Vil]

Vil: …What terrifyingly perfect timing, Rook. I had just finished my exercises for the day.

Vil: Then, go ahead and start your report. The first matter at hand are the equipment requests? I see. Show me their applications. I'll look over them.

[flips pages]

Vil: ―I see no issues; I'll submit them as is. How are the ballroom reservation requests looking?

[Rook speaks]

Vil: …Oh, there seems to be quite a lot this week. Have you already put out a coordination notice? Good.

Vil: This ballroom is a place that allows our students to refine themselves even further… So we should do what we can so that they can use it as much as possible.

Vil: We can use the schedule you laid out without any changes, Rook. Next topic.

Vil: Have the students who were cited during last week's surprise dorm uniform inspection fixed their attire?

[Rook speaks]

Vil: Everyone successfully passed re-inspection? Good… As proud Pomefiore students, I do hope that no one fails next time.

Vil: Alright, we'll call it there for today. I'll go take a shower and head back to my room.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Hallway]

Vil: …Whew. I dislike how I can't take my time with my skincare regimen while using a shared washroom.

Vil: It's enough of a struggle just trying to spray my lotion enough across my body. I should head back quickly to finish the rest of my care routine.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Vil's Room]

[door slams, Vil rushes in]

Vil: The sooner I can apply the rest of my skincare after taking a shower, the better my skin will look tomorrow…!

Vil: I took in an abundance of the sun's rays today during flight class, so my top priority would be to mitigate any UV damage!

Vil: I'll apply this beauty cream with a cooling factor thoroughly by hand first… Next comes the face pack.

Vil: The air was rather dry today, so I'll use one with moisturizing cream.

Vil: I need to apply it quickly so as to not let the cream's moisture dry up. Quickly, gently, smoothly… Use a spatula to carefully make everything fall into place…!

Vil: Whew. That should be enough. Now I'll leave it on for 15 minutes…

[sets alarm]

Vil: Now then, time waits for no one. I should finish "this" up while I wait to take off the face pack.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Vil: Improvements, hm… I know I have many things I'd want to ask for. Above all else, I am sorely in need of a shower and washbasin installed in my room.

Vil: I can't say I'm fond of doing only the minimal care I can in that shared space and rushing back to my room to finish everything else.

Vil: I wouldn't even be so egregious as to ask it for every single room. Even if it were only my… the Housewarden's room, that would be enough.

Vil: To be perfectly frank, I would like my own personal ballroom, as well as a heated pool, sauna, and jacuzzi…

Vil: It would be perfect if I could have an oxygen chamber, as well. That is a vital piece of equipment for our dormitory's pursuit of beauty.

Vil: Who knows how seriously that Headmage of ours would be taking the responses to this survey…

Vil: However, nothing will happen if I don't make the request in the first place. "I would like a shower and washbasin in the Housewarden's room."

[alarm beeps]

Vil: Oh, it's time. Time to take off the face pack. I'll soak a cotton ball with the moisturizer, and gently, carefully pull it off… Hum-de-dum♪

Vil: Perfect. I am still so beautiful today. I'll finish with a massage to help with blood circulation.

Vil: Start with the forehead, then around the eyes, nose, mouth and the face line in turn… Gently massage the treatment oil in…

Vil: …That should be it for skincare. Next, I'll focus on each body part individually.

Vil: This body cream doesn't spread very well, does it? I really expected better from this latest product… Well, what a shame.

Vil: ―What a lovely fragrance. This oil can be used for moisturizing both body and hair, I see. It goes on the shelves… Oh, next month. I should make sure to order some in advance.

Vil: …Delicious. Of course, I blended this herbal tea myself, so it's no surprise I like the taste.

Vil: Whew, I'm finally finished with everything. There is simply too much to do after showering...

Vil: However, every little bit of self-care I do lends itself to my growing beauty. I cannot allow myself to go a single day without putting in the effort.

Vil: Now, early to bed is the key. Beauty cannot be made by neglecting good sleep habits.

Vil: I'll just pour some water in the humidifier… And start my sleeping playlist…

Vil: …That was a wonderful effort today. Sleep well, and look to tomorrow.

Vil: Goodnight, me.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Vil's Room]

[alarm rings, turns off]

Vil: Mmm, ah, that was a good night's sleep. I feel completely refreshed both in mind and spirit.

Vil: Ah, I shouldn't dally about. I need to soak a cotton ball with the moisturizer and wipe off the residual skincare products, then…

[takes off cap]

Vil: UV rays may be the antithesis to radiant skin, but there is still a need to soak in some sunlight in order to maintain a healthy appearance.

Vil: All right, time to fully awaken my body. I'll start with stretching my upper body.

Vil: First, bend both elbows and interlock the fingers in front of my chest… Stretch them forward, far away from the body while exhaling.

Vil: One more time, bring the palms back to my chest… Then reach as high up as possible, stretching both the arm and back muscles―

Vil: Whew… In these moments when I can just focus on working my body like this, I can feel just how gradually everything becomes limber.

Vil: Every little bit of effort I can provide for everything under my skin also helps in maintaining my beautiful looks, as well.

Vil: I should wash my face while my circulation finishes warming up.

Vil: Since I don't have a washbasin, I'll fill a bowl with warm water using magic, then lather up a good foam with some facial soap.

Vil: Carefully and gently, so the fine lather stays plump, rest it on the face's T-zone, then spread it to the rest of the face.

Vil: A book I read a while back recommended using cold water when doing this facial, but it didn't suit me well…

Vil: With how my skin looks right now, I think I can get away with not using a hot towel steam face pack today. I'll dive right in to moisturizing…

Vil: Oh, that's right. I should try out the sample skincare booster I received when I last went shopping in Foothill Town.

Vil: Oh, my. This booster has an abundance of reparative ingredients.

Vil: I can see why the sales consultant said it was one of their prime products.

Vil: However… I think this is too much for my taste. It's a shame, but I'll go with my usual one.

Vil: The one I'm currently using isn't anything too high-brand, but it is perfect for my skin especially during a fickle time like spring.

Vil: Of course, I absolutely would be interested in using a more high-quality brand-name skincare product… But this has far more ingredients in it than I would like.

Vil: It could lead to pimples or rashes, so I truly do need to be selective with what I use.

Vil: I should leave the thought of using those highly sought after skincare products for 10 or 20 years down the road.

Vil: I wonder what today's weather looks like…? Oh, clear skies all day. Heh, perhaps the sun is trying to celebrate my birthday, as well?

Vil: It looks like the UV index is fairly high considering the time of year. I should apply a stronger, longer-lasting sunscreen today.

Vil: Alright… This should be good enough.

Vil: Well then, I'll try to bask in some of the sun's rays while jogging…

Vil: Once I finish, I'll take a shower, go through my skincare regimen once more, and then apply my makeup!

Vil: The question then becomes, should I use the special makeup set I received directly from a manufacturer specifically for my birthday, or use the products that I purchased myself?

Vil: There's so many products I want to try; it's a dire shame that I only have one face! I wonder what will suit me best today―

[Main Street]

Deuce: Good morning, Schoenheit-senpai!

Vil: Good morning to you, Deuce. Were you successful in completing my request?

Deuce: Yes, sir! Just as I promised, I'll bring it by your dorm after school. Anyway… Happy Birthday, again!

Vil: Thanks. Do enjoy the party once you've delivered my order.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[inkpetrichor]

Nasty Dog! | Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

3.- Part three

masterlist here <3

cw. MDNI. fem! reader. delinquent! reader. use of yn. smoking. cursing. suggestive. angstyyy. smutty. lemme know if i missed anything<3 wc. 6k an. sorry y'all this one's a little long, i hope you like it, comments are always appreciated<3

After the first study session—and the second one where no studying really happened—you and Kuroo had settled into an unspoken weekly agreement.

Every week, you'd wait for Kuroo to finish practice. Then you'd study—sometimes at your place, sometimes at his. Whichever was empty at the time, so you could actually focus for as long as it took you to actually get things, and then let things slip—messy and hot and addicting. No interruptions. No fear of being caught.

Just you, him, and a couch or a bed or a table you probably shouldn't be fucking on.

Then one day, while you were scribbling through a math worksheet on his bed, he said it:

"You don't have to pay me anymore."

You looked up, surprised. "Why not?"

He stretched lazily and grinned. "We're either fucking or you're paying. Not both. Feels a little shitty."

"I agree. But like, what about your precious study time? How will I pay you?"

Kuroo shrugged "Actually getting those grades up."

So you did.

The more he taught you, the more you liked studying. You actually looked forward to your exams—it was a challenge you'd prepared for, trained for. And one you had the confidence to face.

Not because you wanted to get into some fancy university (you were already in your third year—it was a little late for that), or because you craved academic success, but because you'd finally put effort into something.

You wanted to succeed, if only to prove to yourself that you could.

Also, the face Kuroo made when he saw the results? Worth it.

Inukai-sensei's face, though? That made you nervous. Made you wish you'd gotten a few wrong on purpose.

Because now, you were facing a problem you weren't sure how to handle.

You bit at the loose skin on your lip—a nervous tic you hadn't indulged in for years—as you followed Inukai-sensei through the halls of Nekoma.

His shoes clicked with sharper rhythm than usual, stride brisk like he had no patience for lingering. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a faint hum threading between your ears and the pounding in your chest.

"This is very rare. It was very hard to get this opportunity for you, but when the teacher board saw the grades on your latest exams, it didn't take much convincing." 

Shit. Fuck.

You kept a few steps behind on purpose, dragging your feet just enough to fall out of sync. Every turn of the corridor felt like a countdown, every door you passed one step closer to the one you didn't want to reach.

You wished you could slow time, stretch the hallway longer, let the linoleum stretch out like taffy just to delay whatever waited at the end of it.

Your teeth sank deeper into your lip.

"This transfer will be very good for you. I always knew you could do more. I'm very proud of your effort. I hope you know that," Inukai-sensei continued.

You wanted to scream.

"I sure hope you can take this opportunity with the respect and responsibility it deserves."

Inukai-sensei rarely looked anything other than perfectly composed, so seeing him fidget and fuss over you just made the nausea in your stomach churn harder.

He stopped in front of a door labeled "Class 5," and you stared at it like it was the mouth of some beast waiting to swallow you whole.

Fucking destiny and its twisted sense of humor.

"You'll need to thank Tetsurou-kun, too. You wouldn't have made it without his help."

That name snapped your attention up—right into the warm, fond gleam in Inukai-sensei's eyes. Your gut twisted uncomfortably, like you were caught in something you couldn't quite name yet.

"Don't look so scared. You'll be fine."

"I'm not scared," you barked—rough, sharp. The mask slipped back on, sealing your softer parts away.

He sighed, lips pressed into a tired line. "Right. Just... be yourself?"

You raised an eyebrow. He chuckled softly, conceding.

"Keep your grades up."

Now that, you could work with. You nodded.

"They allowed me to still be your homeroom teacher."

"Probably 'cause none of the others wanna deal with the likes of me," you shot back.

He gave you a look—equal parts patient and stern. "Y/N..."

"Alright, alright. I get it. Be myself, or not too myself, and keep my grades up."

Your heart was a fist wedged in your throat as the door opened. Thirty-something pairs of eyes swung toward you with the intensity of floodlights.

You felt like a circus act—one no one really wanted to watch but couldn't look away from. That same sick curiosity people get when they pass by a car crash.

And then—

Kuroo.

His eyes locked on yours—confused, a flicker of surprise that smoothed out into something amused. Familiar. Warm.

He raised an eyebrow like he always did when he was about to be a little shit, and mouthed, 

What the fuck?

You almost laughed.

It steadied you. That look. That cocky little grin. You shrugged with an equally smug smirk, mouthing back,

No fucking idea.

"This is L/N Y/N. She's been transferred and will be your classmate now."

Whispers erupted like wildfire.

Wait, what?

She's the one who beat up Hebinuma from Class 3.

I heard she needed stitches.

I saw her punch a senpai when she was in first year. He was from the soccer team.

Isn't she, like... in a gang?

You weren't. Not technically. And the dude was in the track team, not the soccer one. But rumors never cared for accuracy, and honestly? Sometimes it was easier to let people believe the worst. It kept them at a distance.

The teacher cleared her throat to shut them up, then gestured toward the only available seat.

"L/N, sit in that one for now, behind Morisuke."

You started walking, sticking your tongue out subtly at Kuroo as you passed him. He looked way too amused.

You sat behind a short guy with sandy blond hair, posture perfect, expression sharp. He turned around the second your desk scraped the floor and extended a hand toward you.

"Morisuke Yaku. Big fan of your work."

You blinked, caught off guard. Then, your gaze shifted to Kuroo, who was holding the bridge of his nose with his eyes sealed shut, ears red-hot, mortified.

You turned back and shook the extended hand with a satisfied smile.

You liked this Yaku guy immediately. He looked like he could beat someone's ass in under a minute. Smart. Quick. Anger issues energy.

Yeah. He had potential.

At first, you feared being in Kuroo's class might make things awkward. Instead, it felt... natural. Disturbingly so.

Outside of sex, Kuroo was still the same smug, know-it-all nerd. Only now, he had the audacity to act like your friend too.

He sat next to you like it was always supposed to be that way. Like you weren't the school's infamous trainwreck shoved into a class full of overachievers. Like you didn't still catch people whispering when you walked past, or notice how some kids tensed when you raised your voice—even if you were just joking. 

They weren't used to someone like you in their neat little academic bubble. And honestly? You weren't used to it either.

But he was.

"Oi," he whispered, nudging your desk with his pencil. "You're staring at your book like it personally offended you."

You didn't look up. "Maybe it did."

"It's a passage about cherry blossoms."

"Exactly."

He huffed a laugh through his nose. "You're such a weirdo."

You turned your head just enough to glare at him. "You're wearing plaid socks with a striped tie. Don't talk to me about weird."

He leaned closer, grin wide and lazy. "You noticed my socks? Psycho. You're obsessed with me."

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly gave you whiplash. "You wish."

But your mouth twitched—and he saw it.

During group work, he'd lean in just a bit too close, resting his elbow on your desk, that stupid smirk tugging at his mouth like he was dying to say something inappropriate. 

(He probably was. He always was.)

"Hey," he murmured once during a history lecture, voice like trouble. "You ever think about what would've happened if Napoleon had Twitter?"

You stared at him. "I mean, now I am. But seriously. What the fuck goes on in your head?"

Kuroo smiled like a cat who'd gotten into the liquor cabinet. "Mostly you."

You kicked him under the desk. Hard. Rolling your eyes like you didn't believe him.

You couldn't.

He made a dramatic oof and clutched his shin like you'd shattered a bone, whisper-yelling, 'Abuse!' as you tried not to laugh.

"You two are weird," Yaku had told him that day during lunch, flatly, squinting at you over his milk carton as you walked past with Emi and your crowd.

"Weird how?" Kuroo asked, all innocent-like, as if he didn't just complain about the fact you'd spent the last class drawing tiny dicks on his worksheet in pen.

Yaku gestured vaguely. "Like... not dating, but you sit close enough to share air and you argue like an old married couple."

"Well, we get along... Wait, are you not gonna tell me she's trouble?"

Yaku only shrugged.

"I'm not your mom. And I don't think she's that bad. Never heard of her beating up someone weaker than her, only stronger, actually."

"What about Hebinuma Mizuki?" he asked, half-hoping he'd know the story so he could finally satisfy that morbid curiosity that had been eating at him.

Hebinuma Mizuki, the local bishoujo.

He'd heard the rumors—that you'd put her in the dirt back in first year. Bruised her up and left her crying just outside the school gates. He never got the full story. You'd dodged it the one time he asked, bare skin tangled in his sheets. Just laughed and said, "Bitch had it coming."

That only made him more curious.

Yaku hummed. "Yeah, I wonder why... Hebinuma-san is an angel..."he shrugged. "Welp. There must be a reason."

In class, you watched him differently now. Not just because you'd seen him naked, but because there was a new awareness threading through your thoughts.

The way his fingers tapped restlessly when he was thinking.

The way he sat—elbows wide, legs loose, like he owned whatever space he occupied.

Sometimes it got too easy to forget the whole deal—how this started with tutoring and tension and just enough desperation to fuck your way into distraction.

And yet here you were, slipping into something else.

You didn't even notice the shift until it was already happening.

The quiet trust.

The inside jokes.

Because he wasn't just hot. He was kind. He was loving. He saw you.

He always fucking saw you. And that was maybe the worst part.

Because despite your best efforts to stay sharp-edged and untouchable, Kuroo kept slipping past your defenses like it was nothing. Like carving a Kuroo-shaped hole in your heart was just as easy as teasing you in class. Just as easy as fucking you against your bedroom wall.

So, the rodeo continued.

Dangerous. Addicting. Blurring every damn line.

You liked when he talked. Liked it even more when he moaned.

And god, was he loud.

Whenever you looked up from between his legs and found him watching you—flushed, sweaty, biting back sounds into the back of his hand—you took it as a challenge to break his resolve. Make him discard the modesty. Tilt his head back. Pant. Moan. Shake. His hips thrusting into your throat like he couldn't handle not fucking your mouth with abandon anymore.

One hand braced behind him, the other at the back of your neck, holding you there, making sure you felt every inch of him.

But he never pushed. Not once.

Even when he got rougher—hands tightening in your hair, voice cracking on your name—it was never too far. Never without checking. Never without making sure you were okay.

He was delicate. Respectful. Attentive in a way that had no business turning you on the way it did. And though you liked it when, on occasion, he got a little rougher, you found yourself savoring this sweet side of him too.

But you started to notice things.

Things you didn't want to notice.

Like the way he'd push the hair from your face while you moaned his name—his gaze lingering like he was taking a mental picture. Or the fact that, more often than not, he preferred positions where he was facing you, over the ones where he couldn't look at you at all.

It was starting to get to you.

This was dangerous.

The way he cared. The way his touch lingered. The way he made sure you were okay, even when you didn't ask.

You didn't want to hurt him. And the realization that you could—that he cared more than he should—scared the hell out of you.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

This wasn't supposed to be real.

It was sex. Just sex. A mutual arrangement with good head and great stamina and no strings attached.

So why did it feel like his fingertips were leaving bruises that lasted longer than they should?

Not on your skin.

On your ribs. On your lungs.

One time, after a particularly good round—like, sheets-sticking-to-your-skin, out-of-breath, couldn't-walk-straight good—you started to get up. Business as usual. Find your underwear. Get dressed. Get gone.

But his arms wrapped around you, pulling you back into the warmth of the sheets. Into the scent of his skin. Into the heavy, steady beat of his heart against your spine.

His forehead pressed to your shoulder. His breath still shaky.

"Stay a little longer," he said. "My grandparents won't be home 'til late."

You meant to say no.

Even reached for his wrists, like you were going to push him off. Like you could still pretend this didn't mean anything.

But your hands stilled.

Rested there.

"...Okay."

This was dangerous.

Because the unspoken line between you two was blurring. Worse—you weren't sure it even existed anymore.

And then the door clicked shut behind you.

And Kuroo exhaled.

Long. Slow. Like he'd been holding his breath the entire time you were getting dressed—pulling on that skirt, fixing your hair, tossing him one last smug glance before slipping out like nothing had happened.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face.

It was supposed to be simple.

One time. Scratch the itch. Get you out of his system.

You were hot, yeah. Had that cocky little smirk, that bad-girl reputation, all sharp edges and fast comebacks—but he saw through you.

He knew you weren't what you pretended to be. And honestly, that just made it worse. Because once he'd had you—once you fell apart under his hands, let him hear the way you really sounded when you broke—it only made him want more.

Fucking idiot.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, sweat cooling against his skin. Sheets twisted. Your perfume still clinging to the room like a curse.

His hands played with something—slender fingers turning and fidgeting with the transparent plastic of a disposable lighter.

Your lighter.

The one you'd left days ago—maybe even longer. He wasn't sure exactly when, just remembered noticing it one day after you'd left. Half-buried under one of his textbooks, the plastic at the base a little chipped from use. He didn't know why he hadn't given it back.

But it wasn't like you couldn't replace it. It wasn't like you even seemed to notice it was gone.

So he kept it.

Maybe because it felt like a piece of you. Like proof you'd been there at all.

He flicked it on with a quiet click. Stared at the same flame he'd watched you light a dozen times, cigarette pressed to your lips, eyes tilted toward him like you were waiting for him to scold you. He never did. Just watched you. Memorized the shape of you in that exact moment.

Click.

The flame bloomed again in his hand, quick and fleeting.

You'd said it like a joke the first time:

"Don't worry, smart boy. I'm not that dumb. I know how this works."

Yeah? Then why the fuck did it feel like his chest caved in when you said it?

He should've laughed. Tossed something smug back. But he'd just looked at you—quiet—like his body hadn't caught up with the way his brain was short-circuiting.

Because it didn't feel like just sex.

Not anymore.

Not when you looked at him like that.

Not when you whispered his name like a prayer and stayed after.

Not when you didn't pull away immediately from his arms but just... lay there, breathing against him, like you belonged there.

No. 

Fuck that.

You didn't belong anywhere near his heart.

This was dangerous. 

He knew it.

He felt it in the way he kept watching you from across the desk during actual study sessions.

He noticed how you chewed your pencil when you were thinking. How your nose scrunched and lips pursed when you concentrated. The way your lashes dipped when you tried not to laugh.

He noticed how fast you picked things up, but you downplayed your intelligence like it wasn't something worth showing off. How his compliments seem to bounce off you like you didn't believe them.

How different your real smile looked when you didn't think anyone was watching.

He knew too much.

He liked you too much.

And now he was sitting in his room, shirtless, sweaty, still aching for you, clicking on a lighter like it was the only piece of you he could still hold onto.

He was supposed to be smart. Smart people don't fall for girls who use sex to keep people at a distance. Smart people don't crave the ones who leave him smelling like cigarette smoke and jasmine, with thigh-shaped bruises on his ribs and nothing else to hold onto.

But every time you left, you took something with you.

And every time you came back, he let you.

God help him, he fucking let you.

This was fucking stupid.

He leaned back falling on his mattress, staring at the ceiling, the weight of it all pressing down. The back-and-forth, the tension—it was a blur now. A mess of want and what-the-fuck-are-we.

The line between want and love? Gone. Obliterated.

He couldn't keep doing this.

But maybe—just maybe—he didn't want to stop.

He was done pretending it didn't matter. He couldn't lie to himself anymore.

Fuck it.

He pushed up from the bed, started pacing, adrenaline lighting him up from the inside out. Heart pounding. Hands clenched. The realization slammed into him, hot and undeniable:

He was done holding back.

Why the hell was he still playing it safe? He wanted you. All of you. And he wasn't going to let you slip through his fingers just because he was scared.

It was terrifying—but he wasn't letting it win.

The next time you walked through that door, he wouldn't keep his distance. He wouldn't let you joke it off or disappear behind a smirk. No more games. No more pretending.

He was going to take what he wanted.

Consequences be damned.

Kuroo looked down at the lighter in his hand, turning it over once more before setting it carefully on his nightstand, like it meant something. Like it was the first clue in a map leading him back to you.

"Fuck it," he said out loud, and this time it wasn't just a curse.

It was a promise.

"So, you like him." Emi exhaled a plume of smoke directly into your face.

You groaned, dropping your head onto folded arms, sprawled across the desk Emi had convinced Kenkiba to sneak in for your little secret corner. She wanted the spot to be prettier (her exact word) complete with sparkly stickers and a stolen chair with no backrest.

"I don't know," you mumbled into your sleeve. "I've never liked liked anyone before, so how the fuck would I know?"

"You're lying." She smirked, catching the flush blooming at the tips of your ears. "It's clear as fucking day. You're fucked~"

You glared at her through your hair. "Sadist."

"Sorry, babes. I just call it like I see it."

You snatched the cigarette from her fingers in one swipe, stuck it in your mouth, and inhaled like you were either trying to kill your lungs or find the answers buried in the smoke.

"This is bad."

Emi rolled her eyes. "I don't get why you're spiraling. Just date the guy. What's the worst that could happen?"

"You don't get it," you snapped. "He's... a good guy. Like, stupid good. He's smart. Driven. He's got an actual future and shit. And me? I've got a half-broken lighter, a dad who punches people for a living, and a grandma who spends rent money on pachinko. Up until, like, a month ago, I thought I'd just die young. That was the plan. But now?"

The words hung in the air—trembling, heavy, raw.

You looked up at Emi, eyes burning.

"Now I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Or who I'm supposed to be."

Emi blinked. For once, stunned into silence.

"...Holy fuck," she whispered, a slow, wicked grin tugging at her lips. "You're like... in love, aren't you?"

You groaned again, dragging a hand over your face. "God, shut up."

She grinned wider. "You're so sappy, it's disgusting~"

You flipped her off with two fingers.

"I just don't wanna hurt him," you muttered.

"Well that's rich," she said, tone shifting fast into something harsher. "Then cut it off. Run away. That's the brave thing to do, right?"

You shot her a glare. "You're such a bitch."

"I'm your best bitch. And I get to say the shit you don't wanna hear." She lit another cigarette from your pack. "All this 'I don't wanna hurt him' crap? Bullshit. What you mean is: you're scared. You're scared he's gonna see the mess inside you and still choose you.

And then what? What happens when someone actually stays, huh?"

You didn't answer.

"You push people away before they even get the chance to disappoint you," she said, softer now. "It's your favorite game. Self-sabotage for the win. And lucky for you, I figured it out a long time ago. I just happen to be a ten outta ten friend with the patience of a saint."

She nudged your shin with the toe of her boot.

"Stop playing the tragic heroine and do something. He makes you feel good. He likes you. You like him. Maybe it blows up in your face—so what? But if you don't even try?" She made a gagging noise. "You're literally making me nauseous. Gross."

You finally looked at her. Her fake disgust faded when she saw the panic still flickering behind your eyes, genuine concern softening her face.

You gave her a tired, crooked smile.

"Next time someone calls you an airhead, I'm going to jail."

She grinned like the devil. "Nah. I like it when people think I'm dumb. Makes it easier to sink my teeth in when they least expect it."

She wiggled her fingers into fangs and lunged at your neck, making you yelp and scoot away, laughing.

She sat next to you with a sigh.

"Next time you start moping like this again, I'm punching you square in the tit."

"Oh yeah? Bring it on, bitch. I'll fuck you up."

"Oh she's back! Badass Y/N makes her return~"

The two of you burst into laughter. You slumped against her shoulder, and her hand found its way to your hair, gently carding through the strands.

"Thanks, Emi..."

"Don't mention it."

A pause.

"So, what are you gonna do about Kuroo?"

"I still don't know."

"Well, figure it out quick—because he's walking over here."

You snapped up. "What?"

She stood with a wicked grin. "Welp~ Time to go harass the guys."

"Emi."

"Bye-bye~"

"Shiromaru. Stay."

"Oh no~ Don't call me by my last name, you scare me~"

"Emi, no. Please Em—fuck."

But she was already gone, skipping away, leaving you alone with your pounding heart and a tall boy zeroing in on your secret little corner.

She waved her fingers at Kuroo as she passed him, adding a wink for good measure. He looked a little confused.

You scrambled to pull yourself back together, mask slipping on, stage lights up. Showtime.

"Hey, smart boy~ Come slum it with the peasants?"

He didn't smirk. Didn't shoot something cocky back.

He just kicked a rock and walked toward you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

And there was something in his silence—something weighty and deliberate—that twisted in your stomach.

His seriousness made you nervous. You weren't sure why.

"You didn't go to class."

"What, you think just 'cause they promoted me to Super Nerd I'd suddenly turn into a good girl like you?"

He shrugged.

"No. I just thought I'd see you more, that's all."

Your mask slipped for half a second—just enough for something raw to sting behind your ribs.

You were glad he couldn't see it.

"Ew. Cheesy," you scoffed, but it landed weak, your voice missing its usual bite.

He shrugged again. Easy. Effortless. Still him. But underneath that calm was something quietly relentless.

"Don't skip class."

A pause.

"I miss you when you're not there."

You stared at him, wide-eyed, cheeks warming.

He smiled. That slow, insufferable smirk. The kind that knew exactly what it was doing.

"Oya~ That made your heart beat, didn't it? Good."

He leaned in, just a little.

And suddenly the world narrowed.

Your breath caught. Your throat dried.

Your body leaned in before your brain could stop it.

His gaze flicked to your lips. And for one shattering second, it felt inevitable.

He didn't kiss you. But his eyes changed.

The glint of mischief dulled—replaced by something quieter, deeper.

And it scared you more than any kiss might've.

"Keep beating like that. Beat harder," he said, voice low. "I'm gonna make you fall for me."

Your lungs locked.

It wasn't playful anymore. It wasn't a joke.

He meant it.

And your heart obeyed—picking up pace like a traitor to your indifference.

You shoved his face away gently. He let you, laughing, that smug grin never leaving his face.

"Cocky bastard. Get outta my face."

The bell chimed and you stood to walk away. Just as Emi came bounding toward the two of you like a glitter hurricane in a mini skirt.

"Y/N! The guys wanna skip school and hit the beach! Let's gooo~"

You looked over your shoulder at Kuroo, who wasn't smirking anymore. You turned back to Emi with a soft, almost sad smile.

"Sorry babes. I think I'll pass today. Be careful out there, yeah? Don't let the guys drag you into some dumb shit."

She pouted, but nodded. "Your loss~"

She ran back to the group at the gates. You watched her chat briefly with Kenkiba—his brows furrowed as he glanced toward you, then shot Kuroo a nasty glare.

"You suck, L/N!!!" he yelled.

You flipped him off without missing a beat. "Love you too, asshole!"

He stormed off with the rest of them, and you turned back to Kuroo.

He was staring, mouth slightly open in disbelief.

You walked past him, gently pressing a finger to his lips as you did. His mouth closed around your touch, and his eyes followed you with stunned amusement.

"Don't look so surprised, smart boy," you murmured, not turning around. "You better make this worth it."

Behind you, his voice followed like a tug to the chest.

"I mean... It is Thursday, we do have a test coming up. And my place is empty 'til nine."

You glanced back with a grin. "I like the sound of that."

You were going to die. Right here. In this class. Of absolute, soul-sucking boredom.

Your cheek was pressed flat against your desk, eyelids halfway down your face as you tried not to commit murder via sheer willpower. The teacher's voice was a dull buzz in the background.

Something about macroeconomics. Thermodynamics? Honestly, who cared?

You shifted slightly, eyes trailing out the window. The sun was already starting its descent, staining the clouds in streaks of pink and amber. It looked warm out there—free, the kind of soft, wind-swept warmth that made you want to ditch your shoes and run straight into the sea.

Emi... Is the beach nice?

You weren't built for this nose-to-the-grindstone, straight-backed, eyes-forward shit. You missed the chaos. The mess. The freedom of doing whatever the hell you wanted.

You let out a quiet groan, forehead thunking against the desk as you mouthed the words to yourself.

"This was not fucking worth it."

A quiet rustle. You glanced to your right—and locked eyes with Kuroo. He was already staring at you, brows furrowed just slightly. You could practically feel the guilt rolling off him in waves. He knew you hated this. And still, here you were.

When the bell rang, you didn't even move. Just sat there, a bored lump of ruined potential and salty eyeliner. Kuroo stood up slowly, hesitated, then walked over to your desk. You tilted your head toward him, still managed to give him a tired smile.

"Whaddup Tetsurou? Don't you have practice now?"

"Wait here," he said, voice lower than usual, softer. "Five minutes. Don't go anywhere."

Before you could even sass him, he was already halfway out the door. You watched from the window as he made his way across the yard toward the gym building. He slid the door open and ducked inside.

What the hell was he—

Then you saw them.

Kuroo bowing to Kai, his vice captain. Real, deep bow. He was saying something—something serious, judging by the way Kai's expression twisted into something halfway between confusion and disbelief. The other team members started gathering too. Yaku was visibly annoyed, arms crossed, and you could've sworn you saw Kuroo say something like just once.

He was pleading.

Kuroo Tetsurou was begging.

And then he turned, jogged back across the yard, all long legs and windblown hair, and stopped in front of you, a little breathless. "Come on."

You blinked. "What?"

"Just follow me." He didn't wait for your answer. Just grabbed your wrist and started walking, and you followed.

Fifteen minutes later, you were on a train. He didn't tell you where. You didn't ask. But the way the wind shifted when the doors opened at each stop—the faint scent of salt growing stronger and stronger—told you everything.

When you stepped off onto the platform, your heart stuttered.

The sun was molten gold on the horizon, waves glittering like they'd been dusted with diamonds. It was nearly empty. The kind of peaceful, liminal quiet that made the whole place feel like it had been waiting just for you. You kicked off your shoes and socks the second your feet hit the sand.

Kuroo smirked as he watched you sprint toward the water, hoodie sleeves flapping like wings as you ran, the wind knotting your hair in a salty mess. You splashed through the waves like a kid, soaking your skirt, laughing like a maniac and not giving a single fuck about anything.

He rolled his eyes affectionately and trailed after you, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You know," you called over your shoulder, "skipping practice? You're spiraling. It's hot."

He chuckled, jogging to catch up. "Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't feel like sweating today."

"You skipped volleyball for me?"

"You were dying in there," he admitted. "Thought I'd do something about it."

You grinned, squinting into the setting sun. He watched how the light danced across your cheeks, your lashes, your slightly chapped lips. 

You looked different out here. Not softer—no, never that—but... lighter. Like the sand and sea stripped away the walls you kept around yourself.

And maybe it was the way you stared at the waves, or the way the wind carried your laugh toward him, but Kuroo felt that same thing again. 

That tug. That stupid, dangerous, pull.

"You're gonna fall for me." he said suddenly.

You turned to him, eyes sharp. "Cocky."

"Confident," he corrected. "You'll see."

You laughed, but it came out a little breathless. A little shaken. "You think just 'cause you skipped practice, I'm gonna drop to my knees and profess my undying love?"

Kuroo smirked, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. 

"No," he said. "But I thought you'd at least think about it."

The breeze kicked up around you, stealing the words from your lips before you could decide if you were going to joke or run. Your chest tightened like a vice. You turned your gaze back toward the ocean instead, toes sinking into the wet sand.

The sun was almost gone now, dipping beneath the horizon like it, too, wanted to retreat from this conversation.

Kuroo's voice was quieter when he spoke again, just barely above the waves. 

"We've been doing this thing for a while now. You and me. It's not just—tutoring. Or fucking around." He paused, the word tasted bitter on his tongue. "At least, not for me."

You didn't move. Couldn't.

"I like you," he said simply. "I want this to mean something. I want us to mean something."

You turned then, slowly. His expression was stripped down, all smugness gone. Just Kuroo—tall and serious and maybe just a little scared. It hit something deep in your chest, how sincere he looked. How badly he wanted this to work.

And god, that made it worse.

Because you wanted that too. You did. But the second the words landed, your heart threw up a wall. A thousand thoughts hit you all at once—blistering, ugly panic dressed up like logic.

If you said yes, it became real.

If it became real, you'd fuck it up.

If you fucked it up, he would leave.

If he left, it would actually hurt.

If he left, you might not survive it.

"I don't get it," you whispered. "Why do you wanna complicate things like that?"

Kuroo blinked. "Complicate—?"

"Yeah. We're fine the way things are," you said quickly. Too quickly. Each word was a brick you didn't want to lay, but you couldn't stop your hands from stacking the stupid wall higher and higher. 

"You say that now. That... you like me and such, but relationships? Feelings? They just fuck everything up."

You still didn't look at him. Couldn't. Not with your mask threatening to crack wide open.

His face fell. Just a little. Like something inside him unraveled at the edges. 

"You think this hasn't already fucked me up?" he said, a little sharper now. "You think I haven't already let you get under my skin?"

Silence.

Your arms wrapped around yourself.

Then you spoke, a little quieter, like the words were knives in your mouth. "You don't know what you're asking."

Because if he did—if he really knew—he wouldn't want it. He wouldn't want you.

Because how could he ever want you?

He stared at you for a beat, then looked away. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth.

"Right. I guess I didn't."

"I just..." You shook your head, blinking hard. "Let's not ruin this."

"We already did." he said. Not angry. Not loud. Just... tired.

And that was worse.

You both walked back to the train station in silence, and when you sat on the near-empty car, neither of you looked up. The air between you was thick, hot with everything left unsaid.

He didn't sit as close this time. Didn't touch your knee or nudge your foot. Just stared out the window like the city lights might explain what the fuck had just happened.

You hugged your knees to your chest, staring at your own reflection, fists clenched in your hoodie sleeves.

You were mad. You were so fucking mad.

At him—for saying it.

At yourself—for not saying yes.

Because part of you wanted to. Desperately. Part of you wanted to fall into him like you always had—easy, safe, right—and stop pretending this wasn't the best thing that ever happened to you.

But another part—the louder one, the one that always won—kept flashing warning signs.

Don't trust it.

Don't risk it.

Don't hope.

So you sat there, angry at everything.

And he sat there, sadder than you'd ever seen him.

The train kept rolling. And neither of you said a word.

You'd wanted it to mean nothing.

You'd convinced yourself it didn't.

That it wouldn't. 

That he was just a stupid, gorgeous nerd with too much brain and not enough bite. That you could use him, like you knew so many people did with others, like you'd seen Emi do before. And walk away untouched.

But he hadn't just touched you. He'd seen you.

Not just the leather jacket and smudged eyeliner and cigarettes-in-the-locker version of you.

You.

The part of you you'd convinced yourself to keep in a safe, keep hidden. The part that got nervous when he looked too long. The part that secretly loved the way he traced your skin after sex, kissed your wrist when you'd stopped him mid-word that first time you'd fucked. The part that didn't know what the hell to do with someone who respected you and wrecked you in the same night.

When you got to your house, you just sinked into the floor against the wall, dragged a shaky hand through your hair and exhaled. 

Your throat felt tight. Your chest, worse.

This was the part you'd always been good at—walking away. Keeping people on your terms. Being the one who left first.

And for the first time, the thought of doing that made your stomach twist. Because you hadn't just used him. You'd hurt him. And the scariest part? You didn't want to.

You bit the inside of your cheek, hard enough to taste blood, and tried to ignore the sting building behind your eyes.

Feelings were dangerous. Messy. Weak. You didn't do feelings. Except... clearly you did. You already had. And now he was gone.

You curled your fingers into your palm, nails digging into the skin. Hard. Trying to ground yourself. Trying to gather up that 'I don't give a fuck' mask to put it over your face again. Trying to feel anything else but the sting of your heart and the shame that clung to your skin.

You reached for your blazer, finding the comforting soft carton box inside.

You tried to smoke until you felt like yourself again

You didn't have enough cigarettes.

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Long Distance Love Letters<3

Chris moved to LA for his career. You stayed back to finish school. Instead of drifting apart, you make a deal: no calls, no texts — just one handwritten letter a week. Over the time of a month, the letters turn more emotional… more vulnerable.

Bsf chris/bsf reader

warnings: just fluff and angst!

Chris Letter One:

Hi Y/N,

Today I walked past a house that had a little orange cat in the window. He reminded me of yours. I stared at it a little too long and thought about how you'd be so mad at me if I didn't take a picture, but I remembered you deleted social media and instead It felt like something I wanted to keep in my memory, not in my phone. Like it was too soft to be digitized. Kind of like you.

My first week here has been really hard. I wont lie to you. When I landed in LA all I could think about was your sad face when I left. Your voice had gotten quiet, but I kept pretending I was still listening. Truth is, I wasn’t. I was just looking at you. Trying to memorize your face. Like some part of me knew things were going to feel different after that. Unfortunately, it took me two days to start really unpacking my things because I missed you so much. Is that normal? Let me know.

Im sorry for making my first letter so sad. I really do love LA and i'm happy for my brothers and I, it's just taking some getting used to.

I hope your week’s been kind to you. I hope school’s not chewing you up too much. I hope you’re still drinking that stupid overpriced lavender coffee you love. I hope you miss me even just a little, because missing you feels like the only constant I’ve got out here.

Write back soon, okay? I don’t know why it helps so much. It just does. Chris

Y/N Letter One:

Dear Chris,

I read your letter twice. Well, three times now. The first time I cried. The second time I smiled. The third time I kinda just stared at it in silence hoping to somehow hear your voice.

You're right, I would be really mad at you for not sending me a picture of the cat you saw. Im happy it made you think of me. Ive been thinking about you a lot too. If you're still wondering if its normal to miss someone so much, I really hope it is because i've been a wreck.

I still order that "stupid lavender coffee". I've noticed it's not quite as good without you nagging me from across the table about how overpriced it is for some foam and flower petals on top.

Schools really stressful but it's a great distraction. Life's all the usual. Besides you being gone of course. Who would of thought one thing would make me feel like a half of me is missing?

Anyway, my week consisted of school, my friends dragging me to go out, and watching old romcoms like we used to. I cant wait to hear about your week. I hope this gets easier for the both of us.

Write back soon please. Y/N

Chris Letter Two:

Hi Angel,

Letter two. Two weeks without hearing your voice. But who's counting?.....definitely me.

Right now, i'm sitting on our balcony watching the sunset while I try to put my thoughts onto paper. The sunsets beautiful. I wish you could see it with me.

Yesterday, I had a shoot for some brand I didn’t care about. I smiled, said the lines, wore the clothes — did the whole influencer thing. People kept calling me “man” and “bro” and acting like we were best friends. It’s funny how many people know my face but don’t know a single thing about me. It can get really lonely out here. I'm not used to feeling alone. Im used to having you. God does this get any easier??

Also — you’d be proud. I learned how to cook something other than eggs. Chicken parm. (I FaceTimed my mom and she walked me through it like I was five, but still — a win’s a win.)

Write me back soon, yeah? Tell me something small. Something stupid. Tell me about your day. I just wanna feel like I’m still part of it. Chris

Y/N Letter Two:

Dear My Favorite Person,

I read your letter in my 9am psych lecture this morning. I think my professor thinks i'm a weirdo because I read it with every emotion expressing itself on my face. At least I didn't cry this time.

I wish I could of seen the LA sunset with you from your balcony. So much that i'm writing this from my balcony watching the sunset. Something about knowing we are under the same sky makes you feel not so far apart.

As for the brand shoot you had, i'm sorry you felt so alone. On the other hand, i'm super proud of you. remember why you're out there and how much you are accomplishing. Remember that i'm always cheering you on from miles away.

Im nervous to tell you this for some reason, but I met someone. His names Ethan. He's in my media class and asked me to get coffee. So I thought, why not right? He's not as funny as you, but he's nice. I don't know. Im trying.

I’m still gonna go. I think I should. I don’t know if that makes me a bad friend, or just a girl who’s trying to keep moving.

Write back soon. And tell me something stupid. Something you wouldn’t post online. I like those parts of you the most.

Chris POV:

The letter came on a wednesday.

I opened it right away. My body coursing with excitement to finally hear back from the one person I cant stop thinking about.

It was the first time i felt truly excited all week.

Ethan. From media. Nice, but not me. Just coffee.

The paper stayed in my hands, slightly crumpled now, the edges bent where I held too tight. She wasn’t mine. She never really had been. Not in that way I guess. So why did it feel like she just broke my heart and handed it to someone else?

We are just friends. I tell myself over and over again. Friends who write to each other like it's sacred. Friends who used to hold eachother every night. Friends who shared each others first kiss with one another at a party in 8th grade. Friends who hugs linger a little bit longer than normal.

I should be happy for her. Why am I not?

I didn't write back that week. For the first time since we started i just...didn't.

What could he say? "Hey, I’m proud of you. Also, I’m sick to my stomach thinking about you sitting across from someone who isn’t me." That felt pathetic. Selfish. And way too late.

I tossed the letter on my nightstand and laid back, eyes on the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that she was probably picking out what to wear. Maybe texting her friends about it. Maybe thinking this could be something.

I laid awake with the heavy feeling on my chest only pressing me down further.

I really wanna go home. Im just not sure if I mean Boston or her anymore.

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My first chris fic!!! Let me know what yall think. I wanna do a part two!

[jetblack4realz]

tapped out - kayce dutton

summary - kayce went off to become a navy seal and since him and his dad weren't on good terms, you and lee were the only ones there to tap him out at graduation

also, i know the navy doesn't do the whole "tapping out" thing, but just bear with me, it's cute

word count - 1.3k, short but sweet

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it had been a long fifteen weeks without him. ten for regular basic, and then just as you thought you were gonna see him again he told you he was gonna be a seal. you were proud of him, but a bit pissed you had to go another month without seeing him.

there was a strange atmosphere at the ranch with him gone. given the option, you'd chosen to stay on to help rip, lee, and lloyd, even with how frustrated you were with the patriarch of the household and even with how frustrated he was with you. but, you didn't have much else to leave to without kayce and you knew that if you did, there wasn't a chance in hell he would ever return to the ranch.

it was weird to be there without him though. it was weird for everyone.

"i miss you," you said, holding the phone to your ear as you leaned up against the wall beside your bed. "a lot. the ranch sucks without you."

"the ranch sucks period," he sighed into the phone, but you could still hear the slight smile in his voice. "i miss you too, baby. only a few more weeks and i'm out of this place."

"and then onto a battlefield in the middle of afghanistan or iraq," you muttered.

"but, i'll see you before then," he reminded. "and i'll be able to talk to you more then."

"silver linings, i guess," you sighed. "i'm proud of you, kayce. you're doing something real good there. i just wish it didn't have to be so far and so damn dangerous."

"i know, but i'm good at dangerous."

"you're good with guns," you told him with a light laugh. "i don't think that's the same thing."

"here it is."

you didn't really know what to say to that, so you didn't. "just be safe, okay? i know you will be and i know it's redundant to say that, but i've just gotta say it."

"i'm not even out on the field yet, darlin'," he laughed.

"still," you said, smiling lightly at the sound of his laugh.

"hey, i love you. i gotta go now, but i love you. so much."

"i love you too, kayce. with my whole heart."

while he was in training, you were only able to talk to him a handful of times and you were counting down the days until you could actually see him again. as soon as you were told the day of graduation, you bought the plane tickets to illinois and told lee to pack.

when you got there you were directed to a set of bleachers and soon the ceremony began. you leaned to the side, lee glancing over at you with a laugh as you tried to look through the rows of navy seals.

"you ain't gonna find him from up here, you know," he told you, smiling as you continued anyways.

"what else do you expect me to do? i ain't seen him in almost four months, lee, i gotta find him," you answered, shooting him a look before continuing your search.

he shook his head at you as he turned his attention back to the speakers, you keeping yours on the thankfully organized columns of soldiers. it was a few minutes before you finally spotted him, breathing in sharply as an instant smile pulled at your lips. "got him."

you were more antsy after you'd found him, wishing the variety of speakers would finish up quicker so you could see your favorite person again. as soon as they did finish, as long as it took them, you were out of your seat faster than lee could even comprehend. he groaned, jumping up and following you down through the crowd of the equally excited people.

"dude, wait up!"

as soon as you were on the floor, you realized you had no clue where to start. from up at your seat you knew exactly where he was, but now that you were down here being pushed along by the sea of excited families, you just hoped you were heading in the right direction.

lee caught up to you pretty easily, his hand on your shoulder as he followed you through the lines of soldiers. "you know where he is?"

"not anymore," you muttered, eyes scanning along the lines as you veered right. "i think he's up here. close to the back."

"if you say so," lee sighed with a shrug, maintaining his hold on your shoulder in order to stay close and keep up.

you continued through the lines, suddenly frustrated that they weren't allowed to break away and find their families themselves too. though, it was probably better that at least one of the parties stayed put to better find one another. you couldn't imagine how antsy kayce was waiting for y'all, unable to move until you did. the thought only made you move faster, lee stumbling behind you trying to keep up.

"oh my gosh," you muttered under your breath, breaking out into a sprint as you weaved in between soldiers and families.

a grin broke out on your lips as you neared him, stoic as he had to be, before you launched yourself into his arms, your own wrapping tightly around his neck as you heard him sigh into you, lifting you a bit off your feet as you clung to you tightly.

"hey darlin'," he mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your neck as he tucked his face there. your hands ran through the now short hair at the back of his head, keeping him close to you as you breathed out a happy laugh.

"hi baby," you said. you pulled away, your hands on his neck as you cradled his face. you kissed him quickly, kayce giving in immediately as he held you tightly to him. you pulled back just to hug him again. "goodness, i missed you."

"i missed you too, doll," he mumbled, kissing your cheek as he patted your hair down. "so damn much."

you suddenly realized that lee was likely standing behind you, watching this whole scene unravel and you pulled away, hand sliding down his arm as you stepped back to reveal his older brother. you glanced at the oldest dutton with a sheepish smile.

"sorry, lee," you laughed lightly, a small blush on your cheeks as he laughed at you, shaking his head.

"no need, i'm sure he's happier to see you than me," he answered before turning to kayce and enveloping in a hug. "hey, bro."

"hey, lee," kayce mumbled, hugging his favorite brother back. when they broke, he offered him a smile. "thanks for coming."

"no where i'd rather be," lee answered simply. there was an unspoken apology in his eye for their father not being there, but you all knew why and you all knew it was probably better that he wasn't.

you quickly tucked yourself into kayce's side again, hugging him tightly as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "i love you."

"i love you too, baby," he said. he smiled as he looked back up at lee. "come on, let's get out of here. get some food."

"yes please," you said, laughing as he began pulling you out of the hall. he grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you close to him as lee followed behind, shaking his head and laughing to himself as you pressed yourself into his side, kayce not minding in the least as he held you close to him.

"kids," he mumbled to himself, following y'all out to the truck with a happy smile on his face.

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[mommyslittlebird]

Gentle With Mama

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

After waking up next to Wanda for the first time in years, you find yourself rediscovering who taught you to be gentle.

CW: Stepmother/Stepdaughter, wet dreams, MOMMY ISSUES, breastfeeding, size kink, strap ons, first time? (kinda?), flashbacks, dacryphilia, R is a terrible fuck.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: This one is straight up Freudian filth, but I'm unironically proud of it so be nice to me.

A/N: There will be a third part to this eventually, but don’t hold your breath I’ve got a lot of other WIPs I’m going to try to finish first.

Part 2 of Her Special Girl

Wanda was almost embarrassed of the way her heart sang when she woke up with you in her arms the next morning. You were home! Her baby is finally home! 

She hadn’t really even realized how much she’d missed until you’d come back. Sure she thought about you everyday, wondered how you were doing, slept in your bed when she found herself unable to sleep, wore your hoodies around the house, fantasized about you while she…okay so maybe she had missed you more than she cared to admit. 

She giggled when she peeled the covers up to find both your thighs and hers covered in cum, as well as the sheets and the blankets. “Aww my sweet girl,” she cooed, pulling your head up under her chin. She kissed the top of your head stroking it gently with her thumb. “Did you have a good dream?” Even in your sleep, she could’ve sworn she felt you nod. 

It was tempting to shake you awake now. Maybe she’d even make a little fuss about the mess you’d made, watch your face get all red with embarrassment while you tried to hide under the blankets, covered in your own slick. God you’d be so cute. And she was willing to bet you’d do anything to make it up to her, little doe eyes pleading for forgiveness over something Wanda was not even upset about in the first place. She could have you as putty in her hands all morning. 

She shook the thought from her head. As tempting as it was, you’d had a rough week already. She opted instead to grab the discarded towel from last night and use it to clean herself up. Then she pulled back the blankets, smiling when you whined and grabbed around for them in your sleep. “Shh, detka. Keep sleeping. Mama’s gonna get you all cleaned up.” 

She gently wiped you down with the towel, shushing your whines as the cool fabric hit the warm skin of your thighs. You moaned when the fabric hit your core, stuttering your little hips against the fluffy towel. Wanda chuckled. “Settle down, honey. You're gonna get yourself all worked up again.”

When she finished with the towel, she pulled a sheet from the closet. She climbed onto the bed between your legs, lifting you off the bed while she scooted the clean sheet underneath you. She heard a sleepy little whimper in her ear as she lifted you up against her chest. “Mama?” 

She laid you back down against the clean sheet, pulling up the duvet to tuck you back in. “Shh, it’s okay little love. Go back to sleep.” She wiped the hair off of your sleepy face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

She wadded up the wet blanket, throwing it into a pile with the towel. You groaned. The extra blanket was definitely missed without any clothes on in the middle of winter. Your face reddened as you started to realize she was cleaning up a mess. Probably your mess. 

“Did I wet myself last night?” You asked, sitting up in bed as panic started to build in your chest. Did you seriously just wet the bed at 22 years old? Did you seriously just wet your parents bed at 22 years old?

She sat down next to you pulling you in to kiss your head. So much for not embarrassing you. “You made a little bit of a mess, but it’s okay. Mama took care of it. It wasn’t a potty mess, if that’s what you're worried about. My sweet girl just had a really good dream is all. You don’t need to be embarrassed, honey.”

“O-okay,” you nodded, still blushing fiercely as you curl into her. You were unsure if it was more or less embarrassing that you’d cum in sleep rather than having pissed the bed. Still, you were able to relax into her, recalling bits of the dream that had caused the mess in the first place. “Mama?”

“Yes, little love?”

“It’s not a bad thing to have naughty dreams, is it? Cause, like, you’re asleep and you can’t control it.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes as you spoke. 

Wanda chuckled and kissed the top of your head. She knew your shame well and never wished to perpetuate it anyway. “No sweetheart. It’s not a bad thing.”

You nodded shyly. “Not even if they’re about mama?”

Wanda smiled, pleasantly surprised by your admission. “Especially not if they’re about mama, honey.” She squeezed you tight, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. She bent and whispered in your ear. “Sometimes mama has naughty dreams about you too.”

You smiled up at her, kissing her jaw before kissing your way further down her body. You rubbed your hands over the soft expanse of her stomach, admiring each curve and dip with endless wonder, caressing her with gentle hands. You traced the stretch marks that littered her side, curving upwards from her underbelly and her hips. 

She’d always loathed this part of herself. She never, for a second, regretted her boys, but she could not deny the havoc having twins wrecked on her body. Two babies meant she grew bigger all at once, leaving her skin stretched grotesquely. She hated when people brought any attention to at all. 

Yet, when she looked down at your face, she could not bring herself to ask you to stop. You look at her with a wonder she’d never experienced before. The innocent look in your eyes was not one of someone trying to console her about her broken body, but one of pure worship. It had never even crossed your mind that such attributes could be considered ugly. To you, she was nothing short of pure perfection. 

You kissed her just below her navel, nuzzling your nose in the space above it. You hummed contentedly, resting your head on her stomach, rubbing small circles on her lower abdomen.

But after a while, your face fell from one of contentment and joy, to one of an almost sad longing. 

Wanda noticed the shift immediately. “Is everything alright, love?”

You paused, unsure of what to say without making it weird. You could barely speak above a whisper. “It’s not fair.”

Wanda tried to pull you up her body so she could hear you better and give you comforting kisses, but you were cemented in place. “What’s not fair, detka?”

“I didn’t get to grow inside of you. I had to grow inside of some rotten woman who doesn’t even love me anyway!” Frustrated tears pricked your eyes. Nothing was fair. Your hands continued to gently caress the womb you envied. “I hate her! She was never my mama!”

Wanda sighed, playing with your hair. She held an equal amount of hatred for your mother, if not more. Her lack of dedication and responsibility towards you had always been equal parts confusing and infuriating. “I’m sorry, detka. I’m sorry she doesn’t treat you like the special, important little girl you are. You deserve so much better than her. She doesn’t deserve to call herself your mother.” Wanda pulled you up her body again, this time dragging you up by force. She needed you closer. 

You conceded allowing her to slide you up the bed and tuck your head under her chin. She gently petted your hair and rocked you against her, shushing your cries and wiping away your tears. “Why doesn’t she love me?”

Wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She wasn’t sure what to say. She couldn’t understand how any mother could treat their child so carelessly, least of all when that child was as brilliant and wonderful as you were. “Because she’s only ever looking out for herself. Because she’s so blinded by her own misery to see what a beautiful thing she has created.”

Your hand gently caressed her chest, feeling her nipples harden under your fingertips. She shivered under your touch, watching you as you looked longingly at her chest. 

She recalled a random conversation she’d once had with your mother in which she had said she didn’t breastfeed any of her children because it was quote “not her responsibility to get up in the middle of night when the baby got hungry.” 

God I would’ve been so much better at being your mother. I would’ve stayed up all night just to watch your sweet little face as you nursed. 

She smiled sadly. She couldn’t turn back the clock, but she had you here with her now. She couldn’t change what you did and didn’t have then, but she could give it to you now. 

“Come here, sweet girl. You can suck on mama. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” She manually parted your hesitant lips with her thumb, allowing you to take her into your mouth. “That’s it sweet girl,” she cooed, stroking her hands through your hair. She ran her knuckle over your soft cheek, still covered in fine baby fuzz. Your lips were soft and warm around her. She thought she’d never get tired of the sight or the sensation. 

For a moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Despite never actually having been breastfed, your body knew instinctively what to do. It’s like it had been waiting all along, for Wanda to come around. You sucked at her with effortless rhythm, perfectly massing her nipple with your tongue. But then, a new sadness and longing creeped into your mind. There was no milk here. There was no milk here for you, and there never was because she was never truly yours. 

You pulled away, shrinking back down her body. You clutched at her waist, nuzzling into her so hard it was like you were trying to crawl under her skin. You wanted to be inside of her where you'd be safe and warm and comfortable. You needed to be inside of her. It felt like the only thing that could quell the aching in your heart.

“Mama?”

“Yes, little love?”

“Can I…?” You pressed on her lower abdomen in indication. “Please?”

She looked down at you, your big soft eyes pleading with her. How could she ever deny you anything? “Aww sweetheart, do you wanna be inside mama?”

You nodded eagerly, still clinging to her lower half. 

She stroked your temple with her knuckle. “Alright, honey. You can be inside mama. You just have to be gentle. Can you do that? Do you remember how mama taught you to be gentle?”

You laid with your head pressed to her stomach, recalling what it meant to be gentle. 

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“I’m scared, mama,” you said, voice shaking slightly. You were 18 again, a newly deflowered girl who was yet to explore anything beyond a few fingers. The two of you’d been talking about this for a couple weeks now, and you were sure you wanted to try it, but you were still so nervous. “Is it gonna hurt?”

Wanda gently slid a soft towel under your butt. She warned you that you might bleed a little tiny bit, since it was your first time. “It might. But it will only hurt for a little bit, I promise. And then you’re going to feel so so good, baby. I just know you’re gonna love it.”

Wanda knew what she was getting herself into here. She knew the moment she was inside of you, you were going to be hooked on the feeling. She had no doubt you’d be begging for her strap every single time you were alone together. 

And god she could nearly cum from the thought alone. 

You, sitting at her feet while she worked, begging to be fucked just one more time. You, falling apart as she buried herself inside of you. You, incoherently mumbling her name while you cried on her big toy. 

Deep breaths. She had to pace herself. This was only your first time after all.

“Mama’s gonna be so gentle, okay? And if you don’t like it, we can stop and you don’t have to try it again,” she cooed. 

You nodded. Poor thing, you looked like you were already about to cry and she hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“It’s okay to cry, sweetheart,” she insisted, more for her own purposes than for your comfort. She stroked your cheek gently, watching the first of many tears roll down. “It’s okay. Mama’s got you. Take a deep breath for me honey.”

You nodded again, closing your eyes to take a deep breath. “I trust you, mama.” 

“I know, love. Mama’s gonna take good care of you.” She opened a little bottle on the side table. “Now this is gonna be a little cold, okay?” She said before pouring a little bit of lube down your folds. She slowly massaged it inside of you with her fingers, shushing your little squeaks of discomfort as the cool liquid hit your most sensitive parts. Then she massaged a generous amount onto the shaft of her toy. 

She could have, admittedly, gone a bit smaller for your first time. But, as much as she didn’t want to hurt you, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch you squirm on a bigger toy. It wasn’t anything outrageous, of course, but it was still a generous 8 inches and probably twice as thick as the three fingers you’d had inside of you before. 

She slid the tip of the toy through your center, wiggling it against your clit. You shivered at the new sensation, your nerves still growing inside of you. She lined the toy up with your entrance. “Okay, baby. Take a big deep breath for me.”

You did as instructed, taking in a long shaky inhale, and exhaling. On the exhale though, she pushed the first inches of the toy inside of you. You cried out, flailing around underneath her as she pushed into slowly. Your hands shot down between your legs, pushing against her lower abdomen to keep her from pushing in any further. “Mama please, please mama it hurts.”

She took your hand from her stomach, gently placing it over your head. She intertwined her fingers with yours, allowing you to squeeze her hand as much as you needed. “Shh baby, it’ll only hurt for a second. I promise it’ll feel good in a minute. Just trust me love.”

You bit your lip hard, but nodded your head, allowing her to keep going. You whimpered and cried with each cruel inch that made its way into you, but eventually she stopped. 

“That’s it baby. It’s all the way in. Aww, sweet girl mama’s so so proud of you. I know it hurts baby but you’re doing so good,” she praised, kissing away your tears and softly caressing your face. Her body was flushed with yours. You squeezed her hand, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

She whispered soft words of comfort and soothed you while your face slowly shifted from contorted in pain, to mindless with pleasure. She used her free hand to wipe your hair from your forehead. “There you go sweet girl. Does it still hurt?”

You shook your head. “N-no. I just feel… you.”

She kissed your forehead gently. “I’m going to start moving now, okay? Just tell me if it hurts again and I’ll stop.”

You nodded, wrapping your free arm around her back, clinging to her. Your other hand still squeezed hers. 

She started slow, just as she promised she would. It stung, a little, but more than anything, you just felt full of her. It felt heavenly. You weren’t sure how you’d live your entire life without it. You wanted her buried inside you forever. Anything less, you thought, would be unsatisfactory. You’d felt heaven, and now you’d never be satisfied on Earth. 

Almost unintentionally, you scratched her back, leaving red tracks down her spine. She gasped and thrust into you. You cried out, freeing your other hand from her grip and wrapping it around her back, now clinging to her with both arms. 

“I’m sorry baby,” she whispered, kissing your temple in apology.

“It’s okay, mama,” you mumbled, face buried in her shoulder. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t leave me.” You wrapped your legs around her waist, holding her inside of you. 

Wanda knew in that moment, she had you hooked. She rocked into you faster, your old bed creaking with her movements. You whined and whimpered with each thrust, but matched her hips with your own. You were so desperate for her, so desperate for her to make you hers. 

“I-I love you. Mama I love you. Please don’t stop. Please mama never… I want you inside of me forever. Please, you feel so good,” you rambled breathlessly, clawing into her back. You hadn’t stopped crying through the whole ordeal. You were unsure when the crying had turned from pain to pleasure. 

She breathed heavily in your ear, your desperate clinging forcing her to double her efforts. She was only spurred on by your scratching. Each jolt of pain sent her hammering into you harder than before. “You’re doing so good, baby. Mama’s close, honey. Oh love, just like that. You’re gonna make mama cum.”

You felt her hips stutter as she came, finally collapsing breathlessly on top of you. She laid there for a few moments before reaching down between your legs to pull the toy out. 

“No! Mama please don’t take it out yet. Please just a little longer. Just for a little bit while we cuddle,” you pleaded. 

Wanda laughed breathlessly. “Okay, sweet girl. We can leave it there for another minute longer. But then you have to sit up and drink some water.”

She laid on your chest, letting you play with her hair. You ran a gentle hand over the long red lines that covered her back, occasionally hitting a spot that would make her wince. 

“Oh! Careful detka. You gotta be gentle with mama,” she said. 

You bent down and kissed her back, brushing your hands over the scratches more lightly this time. “Gentle with mama,” you repeated, coddling her body until she fell asleep inside of you.

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You nodded. Gentle. You remembered gentle. 

“Okay, detka,” she chuckled. “I’ll go get it.”

She hopped up off the bed, heading into your bedroom. She kept the secret toys in the top of your old closet with the remainder of your clothes, a place she knew your father would never look. She pulled down an old duffle bag that had remained almost entirely untouched since you left. 

She returned with a large scarlet strap, your favorite, already secured to a harness. You excitedly clambered off the bed, allowing her to help you buckle it around your waist. 

You were tempted to pull her into a bruising kiss right there, back her up until her knees hit the bed, and push yourself inside of her until you both forgot where you ended and she began.

But you promised to be gentle. So you would be gentle. 

You waited for her to crawl up on the bed before crawling up behind her and kneeling between her legs. She reached back to grab a bottle of lube from the drawer at the side table, reaching down to rub a generous amount onto the strap. 

She smirked when you whined, bucking and twitching against her hand like you could actually feel her movements. With how reactive you were, she was sometimes genuinely convinced you could. 

“Already, honey. Nice and slow for mama,” she instructed, allowing you to start slowly pressing yourself into her. 

You did as instructed, lining yourself with her entrance and watching in fascination as her body took more and more of you inside of it. Your eyes went wide and you watched a small bulge form at the base of her abdomen. In a moment of excitement, you pushed yourself all the way inside of her, bottoming out unexpectedly.

“Fuck!” She shouted, hands immediately pushing your hips back. 

“Sorry sorry sorry!” You apologized frantically. You hadn’t meant to hurt her, you’d just gotten excited. Your hand ran gently over her abdomen, instinctively trying to soothe the pain you’d caused. 

“It’s okay baby. Just nice and gentle for mama. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly. Slow and gentle. You could be slow and gentle. Just like she taught you. 

You tried again, this time succeeding at a slower pace. You reached down to touch the bulge in her stomach. Your heart raced with excitement. That’s me! That’s me inside of mama! 

You started to slowly rock your hips back and forth, whimpering as you watched the bump in her stomach slowly move. “Mama…”

Wanda had her head tossed back over the pillows, head spinning with the sensation of being so incredibly full. “That’s it, baby. That’s my sweet girl, being all nice and gentle for mama,” she moaned. “You can start moving, sweetheart.”

You moved slowly at first, clearly very nervous to accidentally hurt her again. But after watching the rhythmic movement of the bulge in her stomach for a few minutes, your thrust became more erratic. You rutted into her with absolutely no rhythm, your own head spinning with too much excitement to care.

Words like “slow” and “gentle” were forgotten to the wet sound of her cunt swallowing you. You panted pathetically, whimpering as thoughtlessly chased your own pleasure. 

Two hands fell on your hips, stilling them and forcing you out of her. “Okay, honey,” she chuckled, amused by your lust blown eyes pleading with her to let you keep going. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

She grabbed you and flipped you over, pinning you underneath her. She straddled your waist. “Now just be a good girl and lay down for me just like that. Mama’s gonna have her turn now okay?”

You nodded eagerly, propping your head up with pillows so you could look at her. 

She lined the toy back up with her own entrance, slowly lowering herself down onto it. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the beautiful woman, in complete ecstasy as she took your toy down to the last inch. She threw her head back, moaning with unrestrained pleasure. 

Your hands clambered up her body, desperate to grab a hold of anything at all. She took one of your hands in hers, flattening it out and placing it against her lower abdomen as she rode you. “You feel that baby? That’s you, honey!”

You nodded dumbly. “Inside mama.”

“That’s right, detka. You’re inside your mama,” she cooed. “Oh fuck, you feel so good baby. Do you like being inside mama, sweet girl. Do you like feeling your big toy moving inside of her?”

“Mhm,” you groaned, biting your lip. “You feel so good. It’s so tight and warm. You’re so beautiful mama. So so beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thank you, baby,” she said, squeezing your hand. “Fuck your making your mama feel so good.” Her voice cracked and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. 

You sniffled, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You could hardly take it, watching her face contorted in pleasure while you felt yourself moving inside of her. It was all too much. 

“Aww, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Come here, honey.” She pulled you up by the arm so you were sitting up, flush against her. She ran her fingers through your hair. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel so good buried inside of mama, right where you’re supposed to be, huh?”

You nodded against her chest, arms wrapping tight around her waist. “Uh huh.” Your nails clawed at her back in a desperate attempt to pull her closer. 

She groaned at the feeling of you, slicing at her skin. “That’s it, detka. Hold onto mama, baby. I’ve got you. No need to scratch, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

She continued to ride you while you cried into her chest. “Mama… I love you! I love you, mama! Please mama! I love you so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” she moaned. “Do you wanna make mama cum, sweet girl? Do you wanna feel mama cum around you?” She lead your hand between her legs, guiding you to play with her clit. 

You nodded frantically into her chest, circling your fingers around her swollen bud. “I wanna make you cum. Please. Please cum for me, mama.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, she was crying out, pulsing around the toy. She quickly swatted your hand away, instantly overstimulated by the intensity of her orgasm. 

You caught her as she nearly fell backwards. The toy popped out of her and bounced against her stomach. You eased her down against the bed, stuffing a pillow up under her head. You wrapped your arms around her torso, cradling her head in one hand. You pressed a long kiss to her forehead. “I got you, mama.”

You got up, making quick work of removing the harness before crawling back into bed with Wanda, who lay completely breathless. You managed to turn her around, laying her gently against the headboard so you could press a cold glass of water to her lips. 

She smiled, taking the water from you and happily gulping it down. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You smiled back at her and kissed her temple, grabbing your pajama shirt and using it to very gently clean her up. She winced when you touched between her legs, still terribly sensitive from her orgasm. 

You grabbed her hand, intertwining her fingers with your own. “It’s okay, mama. I’ll be gentle.”

She smiled down at you, beaming with pride. “You really do remember how to be gentle with mama.”

You grinned. “I learned from the best.”

You tossed the dirty shirt towards the hamper, just barely missing and landing on the towel and blanket from earlier. Wanda chuckled, pulling your body against her own. She guided your head down to her chest, encouraging you to take her nipple into your mouth. “Do you wanna try again, little love?”

You nodded, wrapping your lips around her, suckling peacefully. This time, it didn’t matter that there was no milk there for you. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t grown inside of her, or that she wasn’t the first person to ever hold you. She was holding you now.

She was still your mama, and you were still her baby. Everything else was white noise.

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but i'm so proud

lance stroll

tags: smut & fluff, gentle sex, uni student!reader, established relationship (dating), loving!lance, pull out method, missionary, praise

a/n: i wish every lance fan a happy and successful exam season!

two more exams. that was all that it took to finish your degree. this had been going on for too long, but after covid school got harder for you. it was hard to get back into the headspace of academia even after all these years later. but you were hopeful for this final semester of school.

you'd finally be done and you could hang-up that lovely (expensive) degree and finally work towards forging a career for yourself. but you weren't quite there yet, and as you stared at your notes so hard your vision began to blur. you needed a little help, and you knew the one person who could.

lance.

his arm draped over the back of the couch, still enough reach to rub your shoulder as you looked at him with tired eyes. the bags under your eyes had been darkening for the past week and your caffeine consumption was at all time high.

"you need sleep." your boyfriend said.

"i need to pass." you whined as you rested up against his chest and puffed out your cheeks, "i don't need another semester here. i want to finally be done. so i can visit you at more races and actually make a name for myself." you looked up at him. there was a tiredness to your gaze and lance rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone lovingly.

"can't very well do that when you're next exhausted, eh?" he asked as he rubbed your back, "how about you call it quits tonight and tomorrow morning before i go out i'll quiz you." he pulled you away a little to look you in the eyes.

you nodded softly, "sounds good." then let lance kiss you deeply on the lips. you melted into the kiss a little, finding every ounce of comfort in his lips. you were exhausted and beyond burnt out. you let him touch you, give you that affection you desired. to feel close and loved.

he led you to your bedroom and laid out across the mattress with you. he rubbed your back with your face pressed against his chest. it felt right, it felt good. it felt the kind of right that made you rub your thighs together.

"i'm so proud of you." he said lowly, "do you have any idea how proud i am of you." he rubbed your behind and your upper thigh, "trying so hard every day to be the best. i'm proud of you and i can't wait for you to hang up that degree."

you went in for a heated kiss, you melted into him and curled yourself closer to him. it felt good, it was the kind of amazing feeling that left butterflies in your stomach.

the kiss deepened, you wanted more than just his words of affirmation. you wanted him all over, you wanted to feel the closeness to him. as much as you could. he held onto you tightly and placed you on your back.

you reached out and cupped his face. he smiled at you. he was really good looking, you've seen the comments online. but you didn't believe them, what did they know? they didn't get to see him the way you did. you pulled him in for another heated kiss and you rubbed your legs together.

he moaned into the kiss and planted his hands on either side of you. he relaxed as the kiss further in intensity. felt amazing to him. when it eventually broke, he looked into your eyes for a brief moment before he grinned to himself.

clothes came off soon after. his hands trailed across your body with such heated want as you struggled to get your t-shirt off. he eventually helped you then kissed your breasts as he got your bra off. he rubbed himself up against you and gave you one last look before he said, "you're beautiful too. brains, beauty, you got it all, baby." then took off your panties.

soon you were both left naked in bed together. he continued to feel up your body and you giggled into his kisses before you ended up on your back once more. another glance was shared and then another kiss before lance got between your legs.

"ready for me?" he asked softly.

you nodded, "for you? always." then tensed up as he inched his cock inside of you. you swore under your breath and his breath hitched at the feeling. every time felt like the first time in the best way.

"how's that?" he asked softly.

you looked up at him and nodded, "good, yeah. great." you said already a little out of breath. you reached out and held onto his shoulders for a moment before you wrapped your arms around him.

it allowed him to lean in closer to kiss you on the lips. the two of you kissed as his thrusts started off slow but with force. it felt good, a steady pace that made your toes curl.

"you feel great, babe." he said lowly, "you know that right? that i think everything about is perfect." he groaned as his pace gained speed and the two of you started to move together. held on tightly to each other while the kisses continued.

you could feel your ears burn from his compliments, they made you only grow hotter with each strong stroke of his thrusts. you felt a flutter in your chest. you knew that he loved you, he loved you deeply. you were everything to him. you cheered him on and he matched that energy.

"you feel great too." you replied but lance shushed you.

"accept the compliments, honey." he said, "this is about you tonight. you need all the support you can get before your exam. all the relaxation i can provide you." he held onto the covers once more for a bit more leverage as he moved against you.

"flirt."

"only for you." he said lowly.

you could feel the tingle in your body. your held on tighter and curled yourself a little to give him a better angle to thrust up inside of you. the new angle made everything feel more intense.

"fuck, lance."

he chuckled and moved faster. he eyed your expressions, how they changed a little with each thrust. he licked his lips, "i can't wait to see that degree. you better send me a hundred photos of it. i want to see it in all of its glory." his voice was seductive and the way he spoke with such pride about you made your cunt clench around him.

"i love you."

he licked his lips and before he went in for another kiss, he replied, "and i love you more than you know." you used to say that he was an idiot for standing by you even after so many failures in school. and he replied that you stood by him through every bad race - every dnf, every 20th place. everything. he kissed you once more and gripped onto the white covers tightly.

you felt the excitement rush through you. the feeling of being under him while he made you feel good. you whined a little bit and held onto his shoulders a little tighter.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and the two of you moved together in sync. you were both sweaty, but neither care. you just yearned to feel the intense closeness.

you swore under your breath as the pleasure continued to climb through you. it was an amazing feeling. your toes curled and you felt the pick up in your pulse. "lance."

"i've got you, baby. fuck, you feel so good under me. i love how you look, how you feel. you're beautiful, baby. all mine. you're gonna kill it on that exam."

you felt flushed at the words, which only fueled the pleasure in your core. the kisses continued, they got more heated as you felt yourself close to climax. your nails dug into his shoulders when you finally came around his cock.

"fuck, baby." he purred.

you held on tightly still as he worked himself against you. the pleasure bloomed all over and made you feel flushed with heat. it felt good, so good. you couldn't deny the feeling.

"my everything." he purred.

"back atcha." you said in a heightened euphoric state.

lance quickly pulled out and stroked his cock, slick with your wetness until he came all over your stomach with a heavy groan. he squeezed his eyes shut and swore under his breath. that felt really good. he slowed his strokes to a stop and looked you in the eyes.

you chuckled lightly, still out of breath and sweaty, "now that's stress relief." and before he could grab you for a kiss you said, "clean me up first, lance!" and then laughed loudly.

-

"doesn't look too bad." lance said as he stood beside you as you pulled away from the wall. he wrapped his arm around you and looked down at you, "going to try for your master's next?"

"ugh, let me think about it." you chuckled before you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. he held you close as you both looked at the diploma on the wall. you then said, "just need a wdc on the shelf next to it to really tie it together."

"i'll work on that." lance said with a small smirk. <3

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⋆☆　 colby brock x fem!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆　warning : 18+ , p in v , dirty talk , make out session , Colby being possessive , dominant Colby , a lil bit of angst if u take a peek , and etc. ( loll let me know if I miss anything! )

•❣•୨୧　wc : 3.1k

-ˋˏ authors note : my first smut story, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!! if you're a minor I'll block you! Anyways enjoy!

"What's up guys, it's Colby Brock!" The familiar greeting burst forth from the screen, filled with the kind of energy that only a Friday evening could inspire. It was pizza night at Sam's apartment, a cherished tradition among friends, where laughter and a bunch of catch ups with one another were shared. Among the invitees were Colby and Y/n, though the gathering was small, it was brimming with camaraderie. But that morning, a spark of mischief ignited in Colby’s mind. Why not spice up the evening with a prank on his unsuspecting girlfriend? With a cheeky grin, he leaned closer to the camera, the glint in his eyes revealing his playful intentions. "So, as you can tell from the title, I'm going to be pranking my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n." His voice was laced with excitement, "Currently, she's in Sam's apartment with our friends, completely unaware of my prank." Colby’s fingers danced over the small packets he had procured from the pharmacy earlier that day, "The plan is simple: pour this into her drink and watch the magic happen. We have no idea how she’ll react, but the package claims it’ll take about 30 minutes to 2 hours to kick in." A chuckle escaped him. "Anyways, I should get going before she starts to get suspicious." With that, he wrapped up the recording, weaving the perfect facade of a casual vlog.

Colby walked into Sam's apartment, the lively chatter of friends filling the air like music. He greeted the newcomers with a warm smile, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/n. She was laughing, her head thrown back in delight at something Tara had said, and for a moment, the world around him faded away. Their eyes met, and in that instant, Y/n set her drink down, her movements fluid as she made her way to him, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Hi," she greeted, her voice soft yet inviting. "Hello," Colby replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her temple, savoring the warmth of her presence. "Where were you?" Y/n asked, standing before him, a playful glint in her eyes. "I went to change; I was feeling a bit overheated," Colby replied, his tone casual as he tried to keep his prank under wraps. Y/n chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached for a slice of pizza, her favorite way to show she cared. "I made sure Sam ordered stuffed crust for you," she said, handing him the paper plate with a proud smile. "Thank you," Colby responded, leaning in to give her a small peck on the lips, which made her smile widen even more. He made his way to the couch in the corner, patting his thigh invitingly for Y/n to join him. Without hesitation, she took the offer, settling comfortably as she watched their friends talk and laugh.

As time flew by, Colby finished eating, nudging Y/n to toss the paper plate into the trashcan. While they were busy chatting with their friends, he discreetly pulled out his phone to film behind Y/n, who was animatedly talking with Kat and Tara. "I know, cause yesterday Colby and I went to the store and tried looking for those chips, but they ran out," Y/n said, laughter bubbling in her voice. "It was devastating for Colby. He was sulking the whole way back home." Tara and Kat burst into laughter. "Sounds like he spent too much time with Sam. Sam is like that, I swear on my life. We came home like a week ago from Vegas, and tell me why Sam got so mad 'cause CVS didn't have the chips he wanted," Kat chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amusement as Tara and Y/n joined in the laughter. "Baby, can you grab me more fruit punch?" Y/n turned around and asked Colby, her smile brightening the room. "Of course," he replied, mirroring her smile as he leaned in to give her a soft peck on the lips. Gently tapping her waist to signal he was getting up, he made his way to the drink table, Setting his phone down, Colby grinned mischievously. "Okay, Y/n is busy talking to Kat and Tara, so I'm going to hurry up and pour these two packs of honey into her drink." He chuckled softly just as Jake strolled by. "Brotherr, what are you doing?" Jake dragged the words out, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Shhh, I'm pranking Y/n," Colby whispered, laughter bubbling up as Jake joined in. "Kevin!" Jake called out, and Kevin quickly approached, his eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my god... Oh my god!" he exclaimed, laughter spilling from him as he took in the scene. "Shhh, he's pranking his girlfriend," Jake hushed Kevin, but the two couldn't contain their giggles. With all the commotion, Sam made his way over, glancing at what Colby was holding before stepping back in mock horror. "Brother, you're doing her so dirty." Colby couldn't help but laugh at Sam's reaction. "Is it really that bad?" Colby questioned, Sam shook his head, a disgusted look on his face. "I'm going to be hearing it all night now!" he joked, dramatically faking a cry. "Oh shut up, we're not that loud," Colby rolled his eyes, stirring Y/n's drink with a hint of mischief. The sweet aroma of honey wafted through the air as he finished up the prank. "I'm gonna go give this to her and let's just hope she doesn't taste the sweetness of it," he replied, a smirk spreading across his face as he made his way back to the couch. As he approached, he tapped Y/n's knee gently, handing her the drink as he settled down beside her. "Did you put more sugar in here?" Y/n questioned, her brow slightly furrowed with curiosity. "Maybe a little since you told me this morning that your blood sugar was running low," Colby replied, a warmth spreading through him as her eyes lit up with affection. She leaned in, giving him a few pecks on the lips, her gratitude evident. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, her smile brightening the room before she took a big sip of the drink. Colby watched in surprise, not expecting her to gulp down the entire cup in one go. His phone was already in hand, ready to capture the moment. "She drank it all, guys," he said, eyes wide with disbelief as he turned the camera to show off the empty cup. "Now, let's just wait and see how she is."

A few hours went by, and it was currently 8:30. Colby started to notice how Y/n had grown increasingly silent, not uttering a single word. She was twitching slightly, rubbing his arms absentmindedly and showering him with small pecks on his shoulder, his jaw, cheek, and finally, his lips. Colby couldn’t help but laugh at her actions, realizing just how quickly the drink was affecting her small body. "Baby, can we go home?" Y/n questioned, her tone more pleading than he expected. "Are you tired?" Colby asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I have work tomorrow," she replied, though he knew she didn’t actually have any obligations. "Okay, let's get going," he said, standing up and making his way toward Sam and the other guys. He said his goodbyes, explaining that Y/n was tired and had work the next day. Y/n waved goodbye to everyone, her hand slipping into Colby's as they walked out together, heading toward their apartment. "Ima go shower, and I'll be with you in the room," Y/n spoke as she entered the apartment with him, her voice light but filled with a hint of excitement. She made her way into the shared bathroom, the door clicking softly behind her as she quickly turned on the water, steam beginning to fill the small space. Meanwhile, Colby began setting up the cameras, one in the living room and the other in their shared bedroom. He meticulously adjusted the angles, ensuring everything was just right. Once satisfied, he stepped back and addressed the camera. "Okay, so Y/n is taking a shower right now. I'm going to be in the living room watching TV, waiting for her to come out and hang out with me," he said, a playful grin on his face. "Wish me good luck!" With that, he retreated to the couch, slipping into only his grey sweats, feeling relaxed yet eager for Y/n's return. As 15 minutes flew by, Colby found himself scrolling through Instagram, the TV playing a familiar episode of Stitch in the background. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Y/n emerged, clad only in her underwear with his oversized shirt draped over her. The sight made his heart skip a beat as she made her way to sit next to him. "Hi beautiful," he says as he opens his arms wide, pulling her into his lap with a warm embrace. "Hi, handsome," Y/n whispers, her voice soft and sweet, before pressing a gentle peck on his lips. The atmosphere between them is charged, and the couple continues exchanging light kisses, each one lingering a bit longer than the last. Suddenly, Colby smashes his lips onto hers, igniting a spark that sends waves of tension soaring between them. Y/n, lost in the moment, doesn’t quite realize the subtle way her body begins to grind against him, but Colby notices every little movement. A chuckle escapes him as he lifts her shirt slightly, his fingers grazing her sides, the warmth of her skin igniting a fire within him as they delve deeper into their make-out session. "I need you," she whines, her voice filled with a mix of desire and urgency. Colby grunts in response, but the playful side of him takes over. "Mmmm, maybe not today," he teases, pulling back just enough to make her stop her gentle movements against his pelvis, leaving a tantalizing pause in the air.

Y/n's eyes, brimming with a desperate plea, locked onto Colby's. "Pleaseeee, I need you so bad," she whined, the word stretching out with a palpable longing. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a desire hanging heavy between them. Colby met her gaze, his expression softening slightly before hardening into a resolute seriousness. "Baby, I know, but not today," he responded, the firmness in his voice a clear indication that his decision was final, at least for now. The weight of his words settled in the space, leaving Y/n to grapple with disappointment and the unspoken reasons behind his refusal. Y/n, feeling frustrated and helpless, hopped off of Colby's lap, and took a seat next to him on the couch. She let out a sigh of irritation, her mood souring as she tried to get some assistance from her boyfriend. "Can you at least help me? It's like biting my fucking pussy lips!" she exclaimed, her patience wearing thin. Colby, however, seemed unphased by Y/n's pleas for help. "You can do it yourself, doll," he said, attempting to brush her off. But Y/n was determined. "But it's not as good as how you do it," she replied, pouting. She couldn't help but feel disappointed—Colby always seemed to make even the simplest tasks seem effortless, and she just couldn't seem to catch a break. "Please, can you help me get this heat out," Y/n begged, her voice trembling with sadness and pain. "I need you badly."

Colby couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked at Y/n's pleading eyes. He knew she was struggling, and he wanted to help her, but he had to go along with his plan. "Baby. I'm sorry, I can't. My jaw hurts." His silence stretched, each second amplifying the tension in the room. He replied with hesitation, the words catching in his throat, "No, it's... it's not like that." Her question hung in the air, laced with hurt and disbelief. "Is it because you're fucking another girl?" she asked, her voice cracking, the accusation barely a whisper. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she looked at him, a silent plea for reassurance. Seeing her pain, Colby's immediate reaction was to deflect, a nervous instinct to grab the camera. "Baby, baby, it's just a prank, it's just a prank," he repeated, the words ringing hollow against the backdrop of her distress. But Y/n just stared at him, the tears continuing to stream down her face, a mixture of hurt and annoyance in her gaze. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, the apology sounding inadequate even to his own ears. Colby held Y/n close, whispering soothing words into her ear as he tried to comfort her after her jealousy and insecurities had been stirred up. He could feel her heart racing against his chest and her body trembling in his arms. He knew how much she struggled with trust issues, and he hated that he had unintentionally caused her pain.

As they stood there, Y/n's body pressed against his, Colby couldn't help but notice the way her wet clothes clung to her skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of her and the dampness of her clothing against his own. "Can you help me now?" Y/n asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Colby looked down at her, seeing the blush creeping up her cheeks and the longing in her eyes. He knew what she was asking for, and he was more than happy to oblige. Colby leaned down and captured Y/n's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her form through the wet fabric of her clothes. Y/n responded eagerly, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. As they kissed, Colby's fingers found the waistband of Y/n's undergarment. He slipped his hand inside, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal through the thin material of her underwear. Y/n gasped at the contact, her body trembling even more. Colby broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Y/n's neck as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. He could feel the slickness of her arousal coating his fingers as he explored her most intimate of places. Y/n moaned softly, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Colby continued to touch and explore Y/n's body, his fingers slipping and sliding through her wetness as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She writhed and moaned in his arms, her body trembling with need. Finally, with one last thrust of Colby's fingers, Y/n cried out as she reached her peak. Colby held her close, whispering words of love and devotion as she came down from her high. He knew that he would never tire of this, of the way Y/n responded to his touch, of the way she gave herself to him so completely.

Colby, with a mischievous glint in his eye, pulled his boxers down, revealing his growing arousal. He began to stroke himself gently, building up anticipation for what was to come. With a sly smile, he positioned himself at Y/n's entrance, teasing her with small little pushes. Once he felt ready, Colby plunged himself inside of her, causing both of them to let out a moan of pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room, accompanied by the grunts and moans of their passionate lovemaking. Colby began to thrust harder and faster, causing Y/n to cry out in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. "Oh fuck! C-Colby! Oh yes right there ughhh right there!" She screamed, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. Colby reached down to play with Y/n's swollen clit, causing her to scream out even louder. "Oh fuckkkkk." She dragged out the word, lost in the sudden amount of pleasure she was feeling. Her body trembled beneath him, on the verge of an explosive orgasm. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy as Colby and his partner reach the pinnacle of their lovemaking. She cries out in orgasmic bliss, unable to contain her excitement as she finally reaches her climax. Her body shudders and trembles with the intensity of her release, and Colby can't help but watch in awe as she experiences the height of her pleasure. Colby isn't far behind, his own body tensing and releasing as he reaches his own orgasm. With a few final thrusts, he pulls out and releases on top of her stomach, groaning in pleasure as he does so. He tries to catch his breath, his body spent and satisfied from their lovemaking. The two of them lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Their bodies are slick with sweat, and their hearts race as they come down from their high.

"What did you prank me with?" Y/n asked, still catching her breath. "I poured, uh, two packs of honey packets into your fruit punch." Colby replied, a chuckle escaping his lips as he observed Y/n's bewildered expression. "You didn't! No wonder I was feeling all...weird!" Y/n scoffed, trying to regain her composure. Colby winked, "Hey, at least I ensured you had a good time tonight." Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, shoving him lightly. "I'm exhausted. Let's just sleep," she mumbled, attempting to stand, but immediately collapsing back onto the couch. A surprised look crossed her face as Colby burst into laughter. "Guess I wore you out a little too much," he smirked, rising to gather their clothes. He then carefully scooped Y/n into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. After a quick clean-up, he gently laid her down on the bed, snuggling close. "Goodnight. I love you," Y/n murmured sleepily. Colby smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, princess." He closed his eyes, soon drifting into a peaceful slumber alongside her.

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This one was so fun once I figured out a good design! Something hyper fem/masc simultaneously about Tam to me--all faeries of course, but esp the spring court! Wanted to capture the power of a High Lord as well as Tam's quiet disposition, & the shape-shifting through his mask. Considered making the bg more spring-y, but felt there's a certain level of heaviness to all the High Lords that wasn't working compositionally with flowers.

As far as technique, I'm really, REALLY proud of this one. :) Elain + Nyx's piece took maybe two weeks. This took three months! Multiple storyboards, two rounds of sketching, five rounds of rendering... 😥

I guess just wanted to see if I could! Stick with something that long, care that much. I tend to take shortcuts with the things I hate or I find hard (e.g. backgrounds 🫣) and to finish a product faster. It's maybe my best piece in years! I wish art online valued process over constant posting. This half-hiatus, focusing on uninterrupted drawing, was so beneficial. 🙏

One thing that frustrated me was a lot of the references I ended up using turned out to be AI. :/ Didn't realize till my friend pointed it out. It's really difficult to find references for this sort of fantasy art, so if you know any artists I can check out instead of blindly Googling, please let me know!

[lynnie-s3all]

Either chance or two time and my life is yours 🙏🙏

If i take both to become a whole trio ship, what would i think of that honestly? eh.. I'm going for chance.

(im so tired i did not sleep the whole hour.)

Chance x Support reader headcanons

Being a gambler eh? Must be a tough luck each time.

Remember that small imagine heads up for Chance i made? If i add that here, i think i can finish up the whole oneshot about that so far. But anyway let's start from how he REALLY. met you.

This one probably took place where you all are trying to survive from that John Doe killer. Yeah you heard me right.

He was almost dying low on health and you we're the survivor, or at least i should say the support survivor. You're basically like elliot but a special one. But still killable anyway.

Well how did he find you, BEHIND A WALL OFC (im joking you know almost all maps have a wall to hide from them yk.)

Well you're good on being on at least 80 percent of your health before you start rapidly dying if you get hit by one of his spikes.

Yeah. So chance came up to you and ask if you have any medkit, and of course you do have one but you didn't plan on using it anyway.

He kinda told you that while he was outrunning from the dude with a spiky arm on his left arm, his luck apparently got worsen cause it gave him weakness for half a second. You of course. Well what can you do?

You made a deal with him that if he can distract John Doe and let him attack Shedletsky and Guest, they would take care of the whole thing while he can basically just stun him out after.

He agreed to that deal. WELL WHAT'S YOUR SKILL THOUGH? You basically removed his weakness passive skill and replace it with speed (2). Ok but like, that's pretty unnecessary Zyran.

Well did he do something? Yeah. He decided to bride carry you to a safe zone where not any killer can find you, i really have no idea where he can find that place..

You stayed there for a while, and throughout the whole run, he was energized like he took 5 cans of energy drink straight up in his mouth. Anddd he did shoot John Doe to stun him too. How nice.

Hey, at least you're okay. I mean, in less than a few minutes you'll be fine. The round is almost over.

He went back to the same spot where he had placed you, and you just greet him with a casual "hi again" and act like nothing just happened.

Surprise surprise, he wasn't that amused a lot. But his heart definitely can tell he HAD FEELINGS?

(Wow what a bad story romance you got there zyran.)

Yeah possibly, HE DOES HAVE FEELINGS, but at the same time, why did i write a whole story headcanon about what happened instead of thinking about THE WHOLE LOVE STORY?

Top it off the notch, you two met each other at the bar once again from what happened like a few weeks ago since you two just wnated a break from that whole survivor killer thing...

and there. that's where the whole entire imagine heads up Chance started.

Do i need to tell more? Oh yea I WOULD.

(You might ask, Zyrannnnn, isn't this already a perfect one made by you so far? )

(Uh I'm gonna be honest with you, that whole entire writing thing wasn't really a satire stuff i do mostly because i saw other people write a whole oneshot about forsaken and i really wanted to get back into writing because my motivation is deep down shit. And back like in 2022, i used to write a whole onshot fanfiction that's based from a fnf mod. Yeah my old 14 year old self was proud into making one of those.)

(sorry for the ramble, i just want people to know that.)

[barcenal999]

Ava's going pro

Lucy Bronze x Bronze!daughterOC

Summary: Lucy was a teen mom and her 17 year old daughter tells her she's signing her first professional contract with Barcelona

It's set in Janurary 2024

Tags: fluff

Word count: 5k

A/N: I've posted this on AO3 before, but decided to start posting here

Ava made two cups of tea and came up to Lucy, who was sitting on the couch and reading a book. Probably something she would recommend to her later.

"Mom? Can we talk?" She didn't even know why she was so stressed about it. It's not like her going pro was something they never talked about. It's just that everyone always assumed she would finish high school first.

Lucy put down her book, patting the seat beside her, for the teenager to take. "Sure. What is it? A new coming out? You're straight? You're trans? You know you can always tell me, it's not like it would change anything in the way I love you." Lucy was never good with talking about serious subjects, so when she felt one coming, she rambled before Ava could even bring up the topic. "Please tell me you're not pregnant. Please don't make the same mistakes I did. I mean, you're not a mistake. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me..." She would have probably been rambling forever if she wasn't interrupted.

"Mom! Stop! Please. I'm not pregnant. You've been teaching me about safe sex and using protection since I was 13 years old."

"Well you know it's good to teach your kid about protection when they're younger than you were, when you got pregnant with them. It's the first rule of being a teen parent.” Lucy got pregnant when she wasn’t even 15 yet. She was deep in denial, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t a lesbian. Dating an 18 years old boy however, ended with her accepting that she had no interest in boys. 2 months after breaking up with him, she found out she was gonna be a single lesbian teen mom. „And it's good that you're not pregnant. There's already enough people living in this house."

"And who's fault is that?" Ava laughed at her mother and was thankful for her deflection. Being bad at talking about serious subjects was definitely genetic.

"Hey! You said you were okay with my poliamory."

"Yes mom, I'm great with it and I like both Keira and Ona. Can we stop talking about sex and relationships now, and talk about the important thing I have to ask you?"

Lucy sighed, getting herself ready for anything her daughter could throw at her. While Ava took a sip of her tea, the footballer decided it would be safest to put her cup down on the coffee table.

Ava took a deep breath to psyche herself up.

"How would you feel if I played with you on the team? Like, if I signed with Barca?" Her fingers seemed surprisingly interesting in that moment.

"Well, I already assumed that it would be Barça you would be signing with when you go pro. By why are you asking me now? You still have over a year of school left."

"So about that... you remember how some of us from the B team have been invited to train with you a week ago?" She hesitantly looked up at Lucy, and only continued when she saw her nod her head. She was surprised that the only thing she saw on her mom's face was curiosity, which gave her a boost of confidence. "Jona approached me and offered me a first team contract, since my contract for the B team is ending. He said that the details could be discussed when you agree."

Lucy's smile grew as her daughter kept talking. When she finished, she pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

"That's wonderful that they noticed you honey. I don't think you should be asking me for permission. You're almost an adult and I think it's your decision, but I would be thrilled to play beside you.” She took Ava’s face in her hands and directed her to look her in the eyes. „I’m so proud of you. It’s like yesterday you were barely walking and already kicking a ball, and now you’re 17 and signing a contract with the best club in Europe.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead and let go of her face, trying to hide the tears filling her eyes.

So many years of doing her best at raising Ava, having the serious conversations when they were needed, yet she still couldn’t hold herself together. Immense pride filled her every time Ava achieved something new and she couldn’t control her emotions.

„I just want to be sure, that you’re ready for it.” The teenager stayed calm, as if it was her whos kid was about to sign a lifechanging contract, not the other way around. „Everyone will find out that you have me. The fans will know how young you had me.”

„I’ve had years to learn how to deal with the fans.” Lucy couldn’t get used to how mature her daughter has become. „How about we deal with it the good old Bronze way?"

„Tell no one and see how that goes for us? Sounds good to me. I wanna see people freak out and try to figure out our connection. My old teammates would always freak out about things like that. They’d create all of those speculations and conspiracy theories and I couldn’t say anything.”

That’s when they knew the conversation was over. Both Bronze women laughing and already turning on the TV, to watch another episode of Station 19.

When Keira and Ona came home a few hours later, there was a celebratory dinner waiting. Lucy didn’t let Ava help with any of the cooking and didn’t even let her set the table. „We’re celebrating you, so go sit down and put some music on.” She said, when the teen came asking what to do.

Ava was a big music fan and making hours long spotify queues and playlists was something she loved doing. Finding new music and then sharing it with her family was kind of a hobby for her.

„What is that smell?” Ona asked Ava, when she came up to greet her with a hug.

„I don’t know, she wouldn’t let me help, or even enter the kitchen.” Ava shrugged. „But if I was guessing from the smell, I would say she’s making my favourite lemon and chilli shrimp.” The smirk on her face told then, that she knew that was exactly that.

„Lucy! Why didn’t you let your kid help you with dinner?”

„It’s a special occasion! We’re celebrating her. I can’t let my daughter cook her own celebratory dinner.” When the two younger women heard that, Ona turned to look at Ava, while Keira turned to Lucy.

"What did you do?"

„Lucy! You weren’t supposed to encourage violent behaviour!”

They both said it at the same time and this time Lucy smiled sheepishly, like she actually had something to be ashamed of.

To be honest, the last time Lucy made a celebratory dinner for her daughter, was when Ava beat up a homophobe. When she picked her up from school, she told her teachers she would deal with her at home, but instead made a whole day celebrating her. She had to face a scolding from both her girlfriends that day.

„I didn’t do anything!” Ava lifted her hands in surrender.

„Yes you did. You are incredible.” Lucy said to the teenager and then turned to her girlfriends. „We’ll tell you as we eat.” They moved to the dining room and she grabbed an already opened bottle of white wine. “Ava? Do you want some?”

Lucy preferred for Ava to learn to drink responsibly under supervision, than for her to go out and learn it by drinking irresponsibly. She knew that her going out to drink with friends was inevitable, but she wanted for her to know how the alcohol affects her beforehand.

They finally sat down and Lucy distributed the shrimp (Ava was right) equally for everyone. As Ava started eagerly eating her dinner, Ona and Keira looked at Lucy expectantly. They were still sceptical, not sure if what they hear will actually be positive.

“So what’s the news?” Ava put down her fork, to tell them, but Lucy was faster.

“The details have not been discussed with the club yet, but Ava told me today, that she was offered a full senior team contract from Barca.” Both women who just heard the news stood up and wrapped the teenager in a tight hug.

“They said to discuss it with mom and then we’ll negotiate the contract. We’ll probably do the negotiations the day after tomorrow, since mom already called them to set it up. And it’s not like I need for them to pay me much, I’m not planning on moving out anytime soon. I already told mom I’ll contribute to the living costs accordingly, but she told me to save up the money and not worry about it.”

“It’s gonna be so fun to play and train with you!” Ona beamed. “We’re gonna cause so much mayhem.” She whispered in her ear, so that neither of the responsible adults (mostly Keira, neither of them was sure that Lucy could be called a responsible adult) could hear.

Lucy couldn’t believe this was her life. Two beautiful and wonderful girlfriends, who cared for her daughter. Ava starting a professional football career at just 17 years old. All four of them living their dreams in sunny Barcelona.

...

A week later, after Lucy’s morning field practice and Ava skipping out halfway through her school day, they were sitting in a room with a bunch of FC Barcelona officials, some of the coaching stuff. Pen in hand, number 17 shirt with the name A. Bronze on the back, Ava signed her contract. At first Lucy hid behind the cameras, not wanting to be captured by the media team. They also took some pictures with her in them, for later and for private use.

The team had an afternoon gym session that day, that Ava would be joining them on for the first time. They didn’t tell the rest of the team, besides the captains, about her contract, so it was going to be a surprise.

When everyone was finally in the gym, starting their workouts, Ava waited out the door with Jona. She was wearing her brand new training gear, with number 17. The coach entered the gym first, telling her to wait outside. He then got everyone’s attention. It took about 3 minutes, but finally everyone was quiet and looking at him.

“Most of you don’t know this yet, but we have a new player joining us, who just signed her contract.” It wasn’t surprising to have new people signing, since it was the middle of the January transfer window, and players often joined teams before it was announced.” Before I let her in, I’m seriously warning you, not to burn the whole training centre to the ground with her involved.” He pointed at the group of younger players. “I’m talking to you.” He opened the door to let Ava enter. “Everyone, welcome Baby England to the team!”

“Lucy why is your baby in our gym?!”

“Lucy you lost your kid again!”

“A little baby! Can I hold her?!”

“Jona! It’s dangerous to have little kids running around the gym.”

The teasing exploded within the gym, which caused Ava to frown. She tried to look upset, but in reality it made her happy, that she just signed her contract and her teammates immediately accepted her into their group, by teasing her and being annoying. This team was incredibly tight knit, many people bleeding blaugrana (Alexia especially). They were a family, and even though she, as Lucy’s daughter, was kind of already a part of it, now as their teammate she could finally be its actual member.

After about a minute of the room being filled with their teammates voices and laughter, Alexia decided that it was enough of teasing for Ava’s first hour on the team.

“Ok idiotas! Leave the kid be and get back to work. Vamos!" When everybody seemed to return to their own devices, Alexia turned to the teen. "We’re happy you’re joining us Ava and if you ever need anything and want to talk to someone who isn’t your mother or her girlfriends, I’m always there.”

After that, the team got back to their workouts, Jona explaining to Ava what she was supposed to be doing, and leaving them to be looked at by the performance coaching team.

When halfway throughout the session, their phones started to blow up (mostly Lucy’s), they knew that Ava joining the team has been announced to the public, and the mayhem of speculation has started.

The post description stated:

fcbfemeni We’re happy to announce, finishing her B team contract, U-20 England Lioness Ava Bronze has signed a 2 year senior team contract! Welcome to the family!

“Just so you know” Lucy warned everyone. “We’re not saying anything about Ava’s relation to me. We decided it would be funny to let the fans make up their own theories.”

“Idiotes” muttered Alexia, but her face was showing nothing but amusement.

Mapi, who was standing next to her, the two doing their rehab exercises together, burst out laughing.

“I think you mean geniuses!” She got a glare from unimpressed Ingrid.

“I can’t wait to watch all of the theories on tiktok.” Stated Ava. “Or tumblr. That one’s crazy, cause most people there are more or less anonymous. Some of you wouldn’t survive there.” She laughed to herself, thinking about the fanfics and crazy posts she’s seen on there.

“You have to show me.” Stated Mapi.

“I wanna see that.” Jana joined the conversation. “Mapi, can we create a tumblr account for you?”

“Si” She turned to Ingrid, who was already rubbing her temples, with a big grin on her face. “The kids will teach me the internet.”

“You guys, back to work, you can talk when we finish.” Alexia went back to her captain self.

...

Three days after Ava’s signing was announced, before they started their evening movie, she was reading speculation posts on social media. She was going through a post comparing her and Lucy’s characteristics, when Keira looked over her shoulder. (Lucy and her girlfriends usually respected her privacy, but now, they became her annoying older teammates, so the privacy went out the window.)

“How are you feeling with all that social media attention? Did the fact that your private life isn’t so private, catch up to you yet?”

“Nice try.” The teen switched her phone off. “My mom is considered one of the hottest female football players, and most of my friends growing up were women’s football fans. Let’s just say that your friends swooning over your mother, is both hilarious and traumatising.” Keira jumped over the back of the couch and sat next to her girlfriend’s daughter.

“Can’t blame them for appreciating how hot she is.” Ava smacked Keira’s shoulder and the redhead pretended it hurt her. “Okay, okay!” she laughed “What was that post about? I saw your face.”

Ava unlocked her phone to show Keira the post she was reading. “Wow, they’re attentive. I’ve lived with you for like half of your life and didn’t notice that you have the same facial bone structure as her.”

“Most people assume I’m her cousin. Some had the right idea, but quickly disputed it, saying that there’s no way she had me at 15 and managed to go pro a year later. Some people even found some pictures of her with little me.” She scrolled a few posts down, where the post had a picture of the 2009 University of North Carolina soccer team, with little Ava on Tobin’s shoulders. “No idea how they found it and connected the dots that it’s me."

“Some of those people should work for the FBI.” Keira laughed.

“Who should work for the FBI?” Asked Lucy, coming out from the kitchen into the living area, with two cups of tea. Ona walked behind her, focused on not spilling the tea, from her own two cups, that were filled to the brim.

“Some of the fans found some pictures from your UNC days and connected the dots, that the little kid in them is Ava. They’re trying to figure out your connection and some of them are scarily good at it.” Keira explained while the teenager showed them the post on her phone as proof.

With her other hand, Ava took the big cup of tea, that Lucy handed her. She took a sip, gave her phone over to Keira, and stood up to take out their favourite cup coasters from the drawer in the coffee table.

Each of them had their specific coaster.

Keira’s coaster, had a picture of Leah, that she took against her friend’s will. The England captain then gave her the coaster for Christmas, saying that it was so that she would think about her every time she drank tea at home.

Ona’s coaster had a Manchester United logo on it and she used it simply to annoy her girlfriends and Ava. When Ona moved to Barcelona, Lucy wrote “Is shit” below the club name. Still, at least she was sure no one in this household would ever use her coaster. She considered putting the United logo on other things she preferred to keep to herself and everyone kept stealing. Like her half a liter cup, that she drank tea from.

Lucy’s coaster was a part of a mother’s day gift she got from Ava. It had a picture of 18 year old Lucy, holding 3 year old Ava, thrown over her shoulder. A colourful Comic Sans writing said the classic “Best Mom Ever” in the middle. She had in made with her aunt Sophie’s help when she was 11, and Lucy never stopped using it since she got the gift.

Ava’s coaster had a quote from Avatar: The Last Airbender. It said “Sick of tea? That’s like being sick of breathing!” She had a matching tea cup, that had Uncle Iroh’s face on the other side. The teenager watched the show, from start to end, at least three times, so when she saw the set in a store, she couldn’t resist buying it.

Like always, it took them 15 minutes to decide on the film they would be watching. They settled on rewatching Ocean’s 8, since all of them loved it. The hot cast wasn’t discouraging either.

They situated themselves on the L shaped couch. Lucy and Ona sat next to each other, on the wider but shorter part of the lounge. Ava, laid across the longer part. Her head in Lucy’s lap, her legs on Keira’s knees.

It may have been a great movie, but Ava has seen it multiple times already, so despite Cate Blanchett in suits being on the screen, with her mom’s fingers running through her hair and Keira lazily drawing patterns of her bare legs, she was asleep halfway through it.

When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself in her own bed. It was like nothing changed since she was just 5 years old and Lucy would carry her to bed. She may have not known about the kisses that Lucy left on her forehead, as she tucked her 17 year old daughter, into her bed, but she felt a warm feeling in her chest and knew how much her mom cared about her.

...

Every new signing had to do a media video, to show herself to the fans. So a week after signing her contract, Ava had to come to the training facility an hour before practice started. The media team led her to a seat in front of some cameras, with the training field behind her back.

“So, we asked fans on social media, to leave questions for you.” One of the media people (Ava didn’t remember their name and was too embarrassed to admit it) started. “We chose some that we thought were most appropriate. That alright with you?” They checked, in case the teen wasn’t comfortable with answering questions on camera.

“I’m good.” She was given about ten cards with questions printed on them and smiled. “Vamos!” She laughed and the camera stared rolling.

“Hi! I’m Ava Bronze and this is fan questions!” She claimed in fluent Spanish, looking into the camera.

“First question is from Mila.” She read from the first card. “Hola Mila!” She looked back up at the camera and waved. Then, she looked back down and continued reading. “’What is your favourite food?’ I love that question, cause I love food. I love things like ice cream and oat cookies, but for food I’m actually allowed to eat more of than sweets, my favourite is probably one of the only meals I can actually cook by myself, which are shrimps, with lemon, chili and garlic. We usually eat it on special occasions with my mom. She cooked it for me when she found out I was offered a pro contract.”

“Next one is from Reyna. ‘Who’s your favourite football player and who did you idolise growing up?’ Well, since I’m a striker, my favourite player is Ewa Pajor. She’s incredible and I think she’s the most underrated player. I got to meet her at the previous champions league final and she was super nice, even though she was sad cause they lost. My dream is to one day learn the bicycle kick from her. As for the players I idolised growing up. Well, I’m one of the few people my age who mostly watched women’s football and not the men’s. Another striker, Ellen White was always someone I looked up to. I love Tobin Heath, she’s brilliant on the ball and her style of play is very similar to Barca’s tight spaces technique. I was never interested in defending, but I always admired Lucy Bronze.”

“Jake asks, ‘What are your hobbies outside of football?’. Well Jake, I have so many we could make a separate video about them.” She laughed, but the media team noted it for another time. “First of all, one of my biggest, and most known among friends and family is photography. I love capturing the worlds beauty, without changing anything, just showing it as it is. I love traveling, which is kind of connected with every other hobby. I love hiking, rock climbing, mountain biking and sailing. Also, I listen to music all the time and love going to concerts. All of those hobbies include travel, so does football, so that’s a good thing.” She was about to go to the next question, but looked up to add one thing. “Also, I saw the media team taking notes when I said we could make a video about my hobbies, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing more about them in the future.”

“The next question is from Anya. ‘What do you like about Barca and what’s your favourite club team?’ Well, I have two favourite club teams and one of them is Barca. My mom will kill me for saying that publicly, but my other favourite team is Arsenal. She’s not a fan of red English clubs, especially Manchester United and Arsenal. But I love both Barca and Arsenal for similar reasons. Both clubs have this culture of family in football. Like, both of the teams have players who would never leave their team. Their academies are strong and many players grow up to be culers or gunners. There’s this loyalty that other clubs often don’t have. Like, not only for players but also fans. With other clubs, people are often fans of the footballers that play for them and not as much of the club, but with those two, it’s about more than the football. At least that's my view, even though most clubs have their die hard fan community. It’s a whole culture of those clubs that people love and I think it’s admirable.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the badge on her shirt. “I’ve moved a lot in my childhood, so I never had the opportunity to grow up within one club, but there are people like Alexia and Leah Williamson, who bleed their club’s colours.”

Ava answered all of the questions given to her and as she was at the last one, she noticed a few of her teammates making funny faces at her, telling her that training was about to begin. She laughed at them and looked into the camera.

“I can see some of my teammates telling me to wrap this up. Thank you for the questions, they were all great and I can’t wait to see you all in the crowd soon!” The camera was cut and the media team thanked her and let her go with the other girls.

...

Unlike other girls coming up from the B team, Ava came into the first team in the middle of the season and wasn’t there to replace an injured player. The coaches decided to give her two weeks of getting used to playing with the first team in training before they named her on the game day players list. It's not like she had not ever played in the first team before, but it was her first time as officially the senior player.

Her first match was an away game against Sevilla. She started out on the bench, with her mom sitting next to her.

“Stop kicking the grass. You’ll leave a hole.” Lucy put a hand on her knee to stop it from bouncing nervously.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Ava said, but her mom knew it was just the stress talking and her daughter wasn’t actually feeling sick. “What if I trip over my own legs and embarass myself? It has happened before.”

“You’ll be fine. You’ve been doing great in training. Jona wouldn’t have put you on the team list if he didn’t think you were ready.” She smiled and waited for Ava to look at her. “We’ve talked about it. You’ll probably come on in the 75th or 80th minute for Pina. You’ll do what you do best and rock it out there. You’re my daughter, you’ll do great.” Ava laughed at her mother’s ego, but visibly relaxed.

Just like always, the team was doing great. Pina scored in the 18th minute and they went into halftime with a 1-0 lead over Sevilla.

Around the 70th minute, when Caro and Salma were coming in for Vicky and Esmee, Jona told Ava, Lucy, Patri and Bruna to start warming up. While they were running on the sidelines, three minutes after coming in, Caro scored a goal and they ran to celebrate with the rest of the bench. Not even two minutes later, Mario added her name to the scoreline.

The time for them to come on couldn’t come faster and at the same couldn’t come fast enough. As she lined up, Ava was starting to panic. She was lined up in front of Lucy and when the ref showed her number in green, she felt her mom kick her in the ass. “You’ll do great. Just go out there and have fun.”

With that, she hugged Claudia, who ran up to her to leave the field. As she entered the game, the whole stress disappeared. Everything went quiet. She had 10 minutes of game time left and she used it wholly.

It was the 89th minute, when Ava found herself at the good end of a beautiful pass from Patri. Without hesitation she took the ball down to her feet, weaved around the last defender and with all her might, kicked the ball into the top right corner. The goalkeeper tried to save it, flying as high as she could, but she just couldn’t get her fingers on the ball in time.

Before she could even register what happened, she was being lifted in the air by Patri and surrounded by all of her teammates. “That’s my kid!” Lucy’s voice came though the ringing in her ears. When she was put down on the ground, she felt Ona put an arm around her and tap her head. “That’s our wonder kid!” She kissed her on the cheek and ran off, back into her position.

Not much happened after her goal. It was the final minutes, so they just passed the ball between each other, waiting for the final whistle. When it final came, a big smile took over Ava’s face. It was like she was high. Scoring a goal in her first game for the first team, coming out on the field with her mom right behind her. Her mom’s girlfriends out there with them. She was surrounded by family and friends. She couldn’t believe how great it felt to be there.

...

It was an evening game, so they were staying at a hotel in Sevilla. They didn’t even get back to the hotel when Ava got an Instagram notification, that Lucy tagged her in a post. She decided not to look at it, until she was back in her room with Vicky. Her teammates had other plans. “Aww, how cute.” “Look at that little face.” “Ava, you were so cute as a kid, what happened?” Could be heard through the coach and she had to change plans and look at the post.

lucybronze How proud I am to be your mom. It feels like just yesterday I was becoming a teen mom, I look back a second later and you’re already scoring goals for Barcelona’s first team. Where did this time go? So proud of you my baby 🥳

The first picture showed a 2 year old Ava kicking a football into a tiny goal set up in Lucy’s parent’s garden. The next one came from an hour before, taken in the perfect moment, when the ball left her foot and was flying towards the goal. There were a few more pictures of Ava playing football through the years, but the first two were most the important.

Five minutes after Lucy uploaded the post, both Bronze women had to put their phones on do not disturb mode, cause they were constantly vibrating with notifications.

While laying in bed, ready to go to sleep that night, she looked back at her day. She was playing football and scoring goals for the team of her dreams at just 17 years old. She had her mom by her side. The team was wonderful. She grew up surrounded by football players and now, she was one of them. This was her dreams coming true.

[sombra7567]

The Ilves Crest Crochet Tapestry

I locked in last night lol, just finished this-

Original design by ZsakuVA, border pattern by naztazia on YouTube, tapestry pattern made by me on Stitchfiddle.

Random notes:

So the actual stats of this thing: The actual creative process started January 23 (I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THAT LONG?!?!?!?!!?) when I asked Saku if it was okay to try crocheting his design. Crocheting took a little over 7 weeks and ~108 hours? But with a bunch of interruptions due to college and family stuff. Luckily I bought more than enough yarn to finish this, since I found out a week after I started that JoAnn was closing (they had the best yarn selection I'd ever seen too 😭). It is 57.25 in. long (~1.5 m) and 47 in. wide (~1. 2 m).

I thought about making this like- an actual wall-hanging tapestry, but as it got longer I saw that it made a really nice blanket so I decided to just keep it as a throw. Definitely my biggest project to date...

Crochet list is still going for the VAs lol... I kind of want to make a wearable for myself though, so one small plushie attack to take a break from the big projects, then I'm going to make myself a spiderweb coat! If anyone has ideas on what I could make for the VAs, I'd love to hear them- Saku's down, for Nora I want to make a giant stuffed onigiri pillow... I think for Scythe I want to make JayJay's red panda plushie Advoo, but I feel like I could make something more epic. For Escaped, Mage, and GBA I have no idea what to make.

Anyway hope you guys like it!!!! This was super fun, and I'm really really proud of how it came out.

And thank you Saku, your work is super inspiring and I hope I did your design justice!

Cheers, lovelies <3

-🖤🐈‍⬛

[jezabelle9299]

Coffee Break S.R x FEM! reader

Overture- Emily has been getting you coffee in the morning, and while you really appreciate it, you haven't actually been drinking them

CWs-None really, mild insecurity. (Also reader doesn't like coffee and is very non-confrontational.

A/N-Day 13, and posted on time? I'm a little proud of myself.

It really was so sweet. On your first day Emily was the first person to talk to you, and starting on your second day, she’d bring you a coffee most mornings. The first time, you’d thanked her and then let the coffee go to waste, pretending to drink it every few minutes, but otherwise just feeling guilty about not liking it. The second day however, it seemed like this might be a regular thing, so you looked to your new deskmate Spencer. 

“Hey Spencer, can you keep a secret?” 

“Sure, what’s going on?” He was already intrigued, so he leaned over his desk to get closer to you.

“So Emily got me this coffee and it was really sweet of her, and I really don’t want it to go to waste, but I don’t actually like coffee. Do you maybe want it?”

“Sure, thank you. But you can just tell her you don’t like coffee, she’ll get you something else.” He took the mug from you, with only slight hesitation. 

“No way, it was really nice, and I really don’t want to tell her.”

“Alright, well thank you. But she really wouldn’t be mad.”

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That was two weeks ago. When you would bring Emily coffee, you got hot tea and didn’t say anything, and when she brought you coffee, you’d pour it in Spencer’s mug and keep the cup as a prop. It was too late to say anything now. So maybe you’d just pretend to like coffee forever. 

“So are you ever going to tell her you don’t actually like coffee?” Spencer moved his chair around the side of his desk to sit closer to you, also helping to cover up you pouring your coffee into his mug. 

“Probably not.” 

“You can’t fool them forever. They’re all here for behavioral analysis, and they will notice eventually.”

“But they haven’t noticed yet. I once let my boss call me the wrong name for two years, and I wasn’t even the one who corrected him. I could do this forever.” After finally finishing with the coffee, you handed it back to him. But he was in no hurry to move away from you. 

“Please tell me we have not been calling you the wrong name.” He looked confused and surprisingly upset at that prospect.

“No! No– I promise I’m only lying about the coffee thing.”

“And remind me again why you would do that.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t want to seem mean, and I don’t want her to think she’s been buying me coffee just for it to go to waste or something, but I don’t want to drag you into it.”

“I don’t think I could see a world in which anyone thinks you’re mean, especially since you’re willing to lie about liking something just for someone else’s benefit.” 

“Thank you, but–could you please just keep it a secret?”

“Of course, and I would like to say that you’re putting an impressive amount of effort into this.”

“Thank you. And I appreciate you drinking the coffee for me, I really would hate to waste it.” 

“I’ll always take an extra coffee in the morning.” 

“Well aren’t you two sweet having your coffee together in the morning. Send me an invite to the wedding, yeah?” Derek teased as he walked by, making his way toward Penelope’s office. Neither of you could think of anything to say, not for lack of trying.

But once he left, you and Spencer finally got your brains working again, left to revel in the embarrassment of your coworker teasing you like that. 

“Don’t worry, I plan on thoroughly destroying him later.” He said it fully serious, and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little bit. You couldn’t imagine Spencer really destroying anyone, he was too sweet. 

“I’m looking forward to it.”