#this is my first time watching I'm so excited !!

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Mamá - Alexia Putellas

Summary: The first day as a family of three. Featuring baby Clara.

Word count: 4.7k

This is part of my 1k commemoration blurb! <3

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The hospital doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and the afternoon sun hit them like a warm welcome home. Alexia had one arm curled protectively around Y/n’s as she walked at a snail’s pace.

The reason why?

She had just given birth to the little baby girl, who was lying on her arms peacefully. 

Clara was a calm newborn, as if she wasn’t that excited to meet the world just yet.

“Careful,” Alexia murmured for the fifth time in two minutes.

“I'm walking,” Y/n muttered, voice hoarse with exhaustion, “not skydiving.”

But Alexia didn’t laugh. She just frowned, holding the car door open and watching as Y/n  all but melted into the seat, her face pinching when her body shifted.

“Mi amor…” Alexia leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “You okay?”

“It hurts,” Y/n mumbled, head tipped back against the headrest.

"I'll put Clara in," Alexia whispered, as if the baby might wake from just the words. 

Alexia gently took the baby from Y/n’s arms and walked to the back seat, where the car seat awaited. “Alright, baby girl. Let's do this.”

Clara, of course, didn’t respond. She was completely knocked out, mouth slightly open, little fists curled by her ears.

The tiniest snore escaped her, and Alexia froze, awe and panic hitting her all at once.

“Okay,” she whispered again, more to herself this time. “Okay.”

She bent down, trying to gently manoeuvre Clara into the car seat, but every buckle looked suspicious. One looked like it would strangle her. Another looked like it would crush her ribs. 

Were these designed by engineers or villains? 

”Ale…” Y/n ’s voice was soft, a little slurred. “Do you need help?”

Alexia straightened up immediately, back rigid, almost offended. 

“No! I mean. No, amor. I’ve got it.” She said, “Of course. I'm a mom. Moms know this.”

She turned back to the car seat, staring at the buckles like they might arrange themselves out of respect.

Por favour... she thought. Let me put my daughter in a seat without traumatising all of us.

And then–miraculously–it clicked.

Literally.

The buckle snapped into place, snug and perfect and safe. Clara didn’t even flinch.

Alexia stared at her handiwork for a second, then blinked up at Y/n, wide-eyed. “I did it.”

Y/n gave her the softest smile, eyelids drooping.

“Told you. Mom of the year already.”

Alexia beamed, shutting the door carefully and whispering, “Gracias,” like the baby might bless her in her sleep.

Alexia slid into the driver’s seat, shutting the door with exaggerated care. 

She adjusted the mirror like she was preparing for a rally race, then turned the engine on with a low purr.

And then… nothing.

She just sat there.

Hands on the wheel. Eyes locked on the rearview mirror.

Clara, visible only in the reflection, was still sound asleep, tiny chest rising and falling like the gentlest tide.

Her cheeks were pink and soft, lips parted in the most peaceful little O.

Y/n  cracked one eye open from the passenger seat. “Ale.”

Alexia didn’t move.

“Bebé. Please drive. I need a shower. Like a real one. Standing up. With hot water and dignity.”

Alexia flinched a little, glancing over. “Sí, sí, of course. Sorry. I’m just–”

She looked back at the mirror.

“She’s just... she's so small. What if someone hits us? What if I hit someone? What if the sun is too bright on her eyes?”

Y/n  blinked. “Her eyes are closed, she’s literally sleeping.”

"I know!" Alexia hissed in a whisper-yell. “But what if it…blinds her?”

Y/n let out a tiny, tired laugh. “The sun won’t blind her, you tinted the window, because of this, now please, drive.”

“Okay, I’m driving the car,” Alexia said, putting it in gear.

The car inched forward like it was made of glass.

A few minutes later, they were still crawling through the hospital parking lot.

Alexia was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, eyes flicking between the road and the mirror every three seconds.

“You’re going ten kilometres an hour.”

“It’s a safe ten kilometres.”

“At this rate, Clara will be old enough to drive herself home.”

Alexia exhaled through her nose, tense. “I just... she's so little. And you’re in pain. I-I’m scared.”

Y/n  reached out, hand landing gently on Alexia’s thigh. “You're doing great, mamá.”

Alexia swallowed. Hard. Her jaw tightened.

Then, under her breath, she whispered, “I know this is not the moment because you just gave birth, but I think I’m gonna cry.”

Y/n smiled, eyes already closing again.

“That’s okay. I might too. But please cry at home. In the shower. After me.”

They finally pulled into the driveway, after forty minutes–the hospital was 15 minutes away from their house.

The sun was dipping low and casting a soft orange over the house, especially over the tree house Alexia had already built for Clara.

Before the car had even fully stopped, Y/n was reaching for the handle, ready to launch herself toward the promise of a real shower and clean clothes.

But Alexia practically lunged across the car. “NO! Let me–wait, don’t move!”

Y/n froze. “Alexia–”

“I’ll open the door. Just–just wait, mi amor, por favor.”

“You’re not defusing a bomb, calm down.”

Alexia was already out the door, hurrying around the car like a mom on a mission. She flung open the passenger side with a triumphant look.

"There," she said, slightly breathless. "Now you may exit."

"Thank you," Y/n  deadpanned, dragging herself out with an exaggerated wince.

Before Alexia could stop her again, Y/n  made a beeline for the back seat, reaching for the three bags they had packed.

“No! No, no, no!” Alexia’s voice went up a full octave. “You can’t carry anything heavy, remember? You had a human being ripped out of you yesterday.”

Y/n turned, halfway holding a diaper bag. “Okay, so you plan to carry three bags and our 26-hour-old daughter?”

Alexia straightened her shoulders, clearly insulted by the doubt. “Yes. Obviously.”

Y/n was now standing at the doorstep, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, watching as Alexia approached with the determination of someone carrying the fragilest thing in the world.

Over one shoulder, she had the hospital bag and the diaper bag.

In the crook of her opposite arm, baby Clara was swaddled and sleeping, completely unbothered.

Dangling off two fingers was a small tote with Y/n ’s essentials.

Y/n opens the door wordlessly, stepping aside.

Alexia entered slowly, carefully, like every step might trigger a booby trap.

Her face glistening, jaw clenched, eyes darting between the bags and Clara.

“Mi amor,” Y/n finally said, watching her wife set everything down in a precise, strategic order. “Are you sweating or crying?”

Alexia exhaled. "Both."

“You could’ve just asked me to carry one bag.”

“No,” Alexia said, straightening up with the wild eyes of someone who's been through enough. “You gave birth. You earned this.”

Y/n blinked. “…The right to not carry a bag?”

“The right to not do anything for the rest of your life if you don’t want to.”

Y/n huffed a laugh as Alexia gently shifted Clara into her arms.

Alexia’s whole body relaxes the second their baby is safe against her chest. She pressed a soft kiss to Clara’s head, then to Y/n’s temple.

The house is finally quiet.

The kind of quiet that feels sacred, like no one dares breathe too loudly in case baby Clara wakes up and decides to use her lungs.

Y/n was slouched on the sofa, the baby tucked under her shirt and latched, nursing quietly.

Exhaustion hung heavy in her posture, the weight of new motherhood evident in the way her body sagged and her voice softened when she spoke.

Alexia crouched down in front of her.

“How’s it going? Still hurt?” Alexia asked, her voice full of concern.

“Yes... I feel like she’s not latching properly,” Y/n murmured, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at the tiny baby nursing in her arms.

Alexia hesitated, then suggested, “We could always try formula–”

“No.” Y/n’s voice was sharp, a little defensive. “I’m breastfeeding. No formula.”

“There’s no shame in it if it’s hurting you, Y/n,” Alexia countered, her tone soft but insistent.

Y/n looked down at their baby, who had an incredible amount of hair already, a soft shade of brunette that looked just like Alexia's.

Her heart ached. “It’s important for her,” she said quietly.

Alexia nodded, understanding the desire to give their baby the best. But her concern didn’t waver.

“It’s important for her to have a mom who isn’t in pain, too.”

Y/n met her gaze, a warning tone creeping into her voice. “Alexia…”

Sighing, Y/n kissed her forehead gently, the exhaustion making her movements slow.

“What if we call a midwife? Someone who specialises in this?”

Y/n looked up at Alexia, a hint of unease in her eyes. “I don’t want someone coming here. She needs time to build her immune system.”

Y/n shifted a little, wincing as the baby continued to nurse, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of Y/n’s shirt. 

She could feel the pain in her body, but there was also something soothing about the way their daughter was close to her, the connection that came with breastfeeding.

Yet, the discomfort still lingered, and she couldn’t ignore it.

Alexia watched her carefully, noticing the tension in Y/n’s shoulders. She hated seeing her in pain, especially when she was trying so hard.

Alexia reached out, her voice soft but filled with concern.

“Amor,” she started, hesitating for a moment, “maybe we can try pumping? That way, she still gets the milk, and you’re not in so much pain.”

Y/n stiffened for a second, the idea swirling in her mind.

She looked down at their daughter, her heart aching at the thought of not breastfeeding in the way she had envisioned.

 “I... I don’t know, Alexia,” she said, voice quiet but heavy. “I just wanted to feel this connection with her, you know? I wanted to do this... like this.”

Alexia’s heart clenched. She understood. 

She had seen how important this moment was to Y/n, the desire to have that bond, that closeness.

But she also knew that Y/n’s well-being mattered too.

“I know, amor,” Alexia said softly, her voice tinged with regret. 

“I’m sorry it’s been harder than we thought. But you don’t have to keep pushing through the pain just to feel that connection. You’ll still be connected to her, yeah?” Alexia continued.

“I’ll think about it,” Y/n whispered, glancing at Alexia, her eyes filled with exhaustion and a little bit of vulnerability. “I just... I just wanted to do it right.”

Alexia let Y/n and Clara have their moment while she went around the house to give it a quick clean.

When Y/n’s water broke two days ago, they hadn’t exactly cared about keeping the house tidy.

Thankfully, Clara’s nursery and the little set-up they had created in their bedroom for the first month of Clara’s life were done, so Alexia only had to worry about vacuuming and laundry.

When she was done upstairs, she went to the kitchen and did the dishes.

When she passed through the living room, she couldn't help but smile at the way Y/n was talking to Clara about how excited she was for the baby girl to meet all the different animals in the world.

After the kitchen was sparkling, Alexia made her way to the sofa again.

She sat on Y/n’s side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and bringing her closer. Clara was all done; now she was just sleeping against her mom.

“Want me to go set up your shower?” Alexia asked, kissing Y/n’s cheek while gently rubbing Clara’s cheek.

Y/n hummed sleepily. “Make it hot, but not so hot I pass out.”

“Sí, mi vida. I got you,” Alexia nodded.

Upstairs, Alexia moved with mechanical precision again. 

She tested the water temperature five times– slightly warm, but not too warm. 

Postpartum rules, she remembered the nurse telling her. She lays out the softest towel they own. Then a robe. Then that pair of Y/n ’s favourite loose cotton boxers

Alexia hesitated before grabbing the postpartum diaper.

Y/n hated them. Declared them a war crime while the midwife made her wear one in order for them to check out. 

But Alexia laid one on the edge of the counter anyway, right next to the perineal spray and the cooling cream. 

She even placed a tiny bar of lavender soap and some wipes down the counter, just to make sure she had everything she needed.

Alexia made her way downstairs and paused in the doorway, heart twisting at the sight.

Y/n was still on the sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed. Clara was curled against her chest, as if she hadn’t moved since Alexia looked at her 5 minutes earlier.

One of Y/n’s hands was cupping Clara’s tiny bottom protectively. The other is slack on the sofa cushion.

Alexia swallowed. Then crossed the room, leaning down to kiss Y/n’s forehead.

“Okay, mamá,” she whispered. “Time to go get your shower. Your dignity. Whatever’s left of your spine.”

Y/n didn’t open her eyes. “You sure you got her?”

Alexia takes Clara as carefully as if she were made of glass “I carried three bags and a whole newborn earlier. I’ve got her.”

Y/n cracked an eye open. “You also sweat-cried through the driveway..

Alexia, already walking away with Clara nestled in her arms, paused and shot a glance over her shoulder.

“Shower, mi amor,” she said with a grin, her tone light and amused.

Y/n groaned softly, pushing herself up from the sofa.

Her body was still sore from everything–postpartum fatigue, the lingering aches of labour–and every movement felt like a chore. 

She muttered under her breath, “I swear, if this is what motherhood is, I’m gonna need a nap every five minutes.”

Alexia paused, turning back to look at Y/n with a soft smile.

“I know it’s tough right now, but I promise you a shower will make it better.”

Y/n tried to shift her weight to stand. Her muscles screamed in protest, and it took every ounce of energy she had just to push herself upright.

Alexia glanced as she heard the sound of Y/n struggling, her expression changing into something more tender.

“Need help?” she asked, already halfway across the room, Clara secure in her arms.

Y/n gave her a look–a mix of exhaustion and sheer stubbornness–that clearly said: Obviously.

Alexia’s smile widened as she walked over, carefully positioning Clara in one arm and reaching out with her free hand to steady Y/n.

“Come on, let’s get you to the shower, yeah? You deserve a break.”

Y/n leaned into her touch, her body grateful for the support, but still managing to roll her eyes a little.

“This isn’t what I imagined when you promised me ‘helping hands,’” she muttered.

"Clara," Y/n muttered through gritted teeth as they went upstairs. “Your mother is doing everything for us right now. Please, at the very least, remain unconscious."

Clara stirred in her sleep, and Alexia kissed her hair. “She’s listening. She’s very polite.”

They make it to the bathroom. Y/n leaned against the doorframe, trying not to cry from the sheer effort of movement.

“Okay,” she said, breathlessly. “Shower time. Thank you.”

Y/n started to close the door, but then Alexia gasped, her hand flying to the door to stop it from shutting.

“Amor, we never close the door!”

Y/n shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Alexia. The next time you have a child tear your vagina open, you can choose your own boundaries. Right now? I need one, please.”

“But–”

“I’m not asking you to sleep in the guest room," Y/n cutted in dryly, sliding the door shut with one hand. “I just need a ten-minute break from being touched, stared at, or milked.”

The door shut gently in Alexia’s mildly offended face.

Alexia stares at it for a second.

Clara moved in her arms again, she yawned softly, then opened her eyes– wide and hazel, just like Alexia’s.

They stared at each other.

“Hi,” Alexia whispers.

Clara blinked.

“Okay, seems like mamá needs her time,” Alexia said, slowly pacing backwards down the hall. “So… it’s just us now.”

Clara didn’t respond. She just stared. With full intensity. Like she’s trying to figure out what Alexia’s whole deal is.

Alexia swallowed. “Hm. I don’t really… know what to do with you yet. We’ve known each other for less than two days, you see.”

Clara blinks again. Still staring.

Alexia nods solemnly. “Same.”

..

Alexia didn’t go far. In fact, she didn't go anywhere.

She paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. Baby Clara tucked snug against her chest, her tiny nose brushing against Alexia’s collarbone.

The bathroom door remained shut.

Alexia leaned against the wall. She looked down.

Clara’s still wide awake.

And staring.

Again.

“You're so quiet,’ Alexia whispered, brow furrowing. “I thought babies were supposed to cry.”

Clara blinked. Her tiny mouth moved a little. But no sound.

Alexia tilted her head. “Okay, this is weird. I feel like you're judging me.”

“Seriously. You’ve been out of the womb for—" she checks her watch, "twenty-eight hours, and you already have an opinion? About me?"

The baby squinted slightly, like she was trying to focus on Alexia, or like she was trying to psychically assess if Alexia was competent enough to be trusted with her life.

Alexia straightened, suddenly defensive. “Hey. I’m not a stranger, you know. I talked to you every night since we found out you were in mamá’s belly.”

Clara said nothing. Just slowly, judgmentally blinking.

“I sang to you,” Alexia continued, her voice rising slightly. “I read you books. I put my phone speaker on her stomach like this so you would  know my voice! Don’t look at me like I just showed up today, okay?”

The toilet flushed. Water ran in the sink.

Alexia lowers her voice immediately. "Okay, okay, okay. Inside voice. Inside voice, mamí’s gonna get her show now, I think she wants quiet."

Alexia rocked on her heels. Clara stared. Still no crying. No nothing.

“I thought this would be harder,” Alexia whispered. "You’re supposed to scream, right? Be mad? Hungry? That’s what they told me in the classes. But you’re just…”

She exhaled. Her voice gets soft. “You’re just... here. With me, being all calm.” 

Clara blinked.

Then, just once–barely even a movement–her tiny hand shifted. It was not much. But it felt like something.

Alexia grinned

“Okay. I forgive you for judging me. But only because you’re extremely cute.”

When Clara started to fight sleep, Alexia went to their room and gently laid Clara on her bassinet beside their bed, watching as her daughter’s tiny chest rose and fell, her soft breath filling the room. 

The baby’s little hands curl, grasping at the air, and Alexia can't help but stare at her with awe and love, so much love.

Alexia quietly walked back into the hallway, settling against the doorframe with a sigh.

Her mind was still swirling already–how to balance it all, how to care for Y/n, while also caring for Clara, how to... do this.

Then, Y/n ’s voice called from the bathroom, a soft, exhausted whisper. “Ale?”

Alexia didn't hesitate. She knocked gently. “What is it, baby? Do you want me to come in?”

There’s a long pause, and then Y/n ’s voice cracked, just enough to send a sharp pang through Alexia’s chest. “I... I can’t.”

Alexia’s heart races. She pushed the door open slightly. Y/n stood there, the image of postpartum exhaustion. 

Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes wet and glassy, lips pursed into the most heartbreaking pout Alexia has ever seen.

Her body was a patchwork of vulnerability: her belly still soft and swollen, the evidence of the intense labour still visible.

Her eyes flickered down to the pants she was struggling to pull on, the ‘mom’ diaper visible beneath. 

It was raw and real. Alexia just wanted to wrap Y/n in a bubble.

“I can’t dress myself, Alexia," Y/n muttered, a hint of stubbornness breaking through her, but there’s no masking the sadness in her voice.

Alexia steps closer, her hand reaching out but not quite touching. “I’ll help then, sí?”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears. She sniffled, her shoulders shaking just slightly.

“My whole body hurts.” Her voice cracked as she wiped her eyes, the pain on her face. “I have a life to take care of. I’m leaking, and I have to wear a diaper, Alexia!”

The tears fell freely, as if everything from the last hours had suddenly caught up to her. 

The overwhelming, relentless pain. The vulnerability. The immense responsibility.

Alexia felt a lump form in her throat, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words, watching the woman she loves break down in front of her.

She didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to make it better.

So, instead, Alexia took a small step forward, her arms wrapping gently around Y/n, careful not to press too hard against her sore body.

She hugged her softly.

“Shh,” Alexia whispers, her voice soothing and steady. “It’s okay. I’m right here, mi amor, you can cry,”

Y/n’s sobs were soft but pained as she sank into Alexia’s embrace. “I’m so tired and we’ve just got her home, I-I’m just scared. It’s too much.”

Alexia pressed her cheek to Y/n ’s temple, kissing the top of her head. 

“It is too much, we have a daughter now. You went through labour. It’s a lot to take in, but things will settle, and your body will heal. We just need to be patient, okay?’

Alexia gently guided Y/n into the bedroom, her hands careful as she helped her dress.

She took her time with the soft, soothing motions, her fingers brushing lightly over Y/n’s skin. There’s no rush, no urgency.

When Alexia moved to the bedside table, she retrieved the cream. 

She was preparing for this, had had it ready for days, but she had never imagined applying it like this.

She rubbed the lotion over Y/n’s belly–gentle strokes that linger just a little longer than necessary, like a silent promise that she was there, always.

Y/n ’s breath hitched, the warmth of the cream mixing with Alexia’s touch. It was soothing.

“I’ve got you, bebé”, Alexia whispered, her voice low and soft as she helped Y/n pull the pyjama top over her head. “We’re in this together.”

Y/n ’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, letting the care wash over her, letting herself just breathe in the safety of the moment.

When they finally settled into the bed, Y/n lay back, her body aching, but not so much after the shower. She turned her gaze toward the little bassinet by the bed. 

Clara was peacefully asleep, her tiny hands curled by her face, her chest rising and falling with each soft breath.

Y/n ’s hand drifted to her cheek, the sensation of Clara’s presence more grounding than anything else.

Alexia noticed the way Y/n ’s gaze softened. She stepped closer. “She’s the most beautiful baby ever.”

Y/n didn’t respond right away. Her eyes remain fixed on Clara, and Alexia watched her, watching her become a mother in real time. 

It was overwhelming, beautiful, and fragile all at once.

“She is,”  Y/n  finally whispered. “And it’s not just because we’re her moms. She’s actually perfect. I mean, look at that hair–she already has more than I do.”

Alexia smiled, nodding. “I’m glad she’s not a bald baby.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Why? Already planning her hairdos?”

Alexia’s grin widened. “Yes, actually. I’ve been watching videos on how to do baby hairstyles.”

Y/n stared at her, wide-eyed. “You did?”

“Yes,” Alexia replied confidently. “She’s gonna wear a lot of Barça bows, right, bebita?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Hmm, but what if she grows up to be a Madrid fan?”

Alexia’s smile immediately faltered, her eyes widening in mock horror.

“Don’t joke about that.”

Y/n grinned, enjoying the moment.

“Just saying, you never know. She could be one of those rebellious kids.”

Alexia frowned playfully. “I will disown her. You can raise her then.”

Y/n laughed, but the sound softened as she looked at Clara, her little features relaxed in sleep.

“I love you,” she murmured, her voice low, “Even if you’re talking about disowning our newborn daughter.”

Alexia’s playful frown melted into a soft smile. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

“I love you more, and I’m sure we don’t need to worry about disowning her, no daughter of mine is gonna wear Madrid colour, I’m sure we’ll manage to steer her in the right direction.”

Then, they just lay there in silence, watching Clara sleep, completely unbothered by anything other than the comfort of her little world. No football rivalries, no pressure, no expectations. 

Just a tiny, peaceful human, curled up and completely unaware of the chaos of the world.

..

Alexia stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. It was dark. She blinks, adjusting to the dim light coming through the window, and then Alexia heard a soft, desperate sound. 

A faint whimper at first, and then, unmistakably, a full-on cry.

Clara.

“Shh, mi amor,” Alexia whispered to herself, her voice barely a murmur as she carefully slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Y/n. She went to Clara’s bassinet, scooping the baby into her arms.

Clara’s cries were louder now, her little face red, her mouth open wide.

“Shh, mama got you, don’t worry,” Alexia cooed softly, her hands instinctively holding Clara close, her movements gentle as she cradled her against her chest.

Y/n stirred softly at the sound, mumbling something, but Alexia didn’t want to wake her–not yet.

She could see the exhaustion in her face, in her limp form against the pillow. 

So, with one last look at Y/n, Alexia stepped out of the room, closing the door as quietly as she could, trying to see if Clara maybe just wanted some attention.

It took only a few minutes for Clara’s cries to become more frantic, and Alexia sighed. 

She’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but there was no stopping it. Gently, she nudged Y/n  awake, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Baby, it’s time for her feeding. She's hungry.”

Y/n  groggily turned, her tired eyes blinking as she processed the words.

She grumbled something, too soft for Alexia to understand, and then adjusted herself. 

Alexia helped her sit up, pulling her into a half-sitting position, propping pillows behind her for support.

Clara was immediately quiet as Y/n pulled her close, the baby nestling in, instinctively finding her place.

Alexia stood back for a moment, her heart swelling as she watched Y/n. 

When Clara finished feeding, Alexia gently took the baby back into her arms, guiding her to burp.

The little one was still so small, and Alexia’s fingers gently massaged her back as she leaned her against her shoulder. 

After a few moments, Clara let out a small, satisfying burp, and Alexia smiled, already putting Clara back to her bassinet.

And then she looked at Y/n.

Her wife was already half asleep, her shirt still off, her body tired and heavy.

She didn’t even stir when Alexia gently cleaned her breast from the milk that had dripped.

Alexia’s movements were careful, her touch reverent as she applied the soothing cream to Y/n’s chest.

She couldn’t help but smile softly as she did it—this was her Y/n.

She gently adjusted Y/n’s shirt, pulling it back down over her chest before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, mi amor,’ Alexia said softly.

The kiss lingered for a moment, and then Alexia returned to bed, slipping into the covers next to Y/n, pulling the blanket over both of them.

“I love you, my girls,” Alexia murmured, her eyes drifting shut.

..

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wicked game

chapter 11 - here comes the bride

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

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cw: language

you couldn't figure out why this stupid fake frat wedding was making you feel things. negative things.

you dragged sarah back to your room after the grilling the girls had given you, all certain you had feelings for rafe.

"so wait, who is rafe even getting fake married to?" you asked her.

sarah grinned. "emily reed, president of zeta delta phi. you already hate her don't you?"

you threw a pillow at her, "for fucks sake sarah let it go!"

she burst into laughter, "i'm joking i'm joking! wait." she paused, "rafe has that jumper. oh my god is that rafe's jumper? when the fuck did you get that?"

you looked down. shit.

you immediately started peeling it off. "no. no! ok, it's not like that i swear. stop. i picked it up when i was leaving his room in a rush to pick up lucas."

"and you're wearing it right now?" sarah could not hide the excitement on her face.

"it's soft. that's all. it's cosy and i like it and that is the only reason. for comfort." you collapsed onto your bed, hiding your face.

"come on y/n you're not fooling anyone." sarah smirked.

"look, it's not like that okay? we just had a moment in the garden the other day at the party. it was quiet, and maybe kinda... nice? and now everything feels... i don't know. weird."

"and now you want to be his frat bride." sarah teased you once again.

"stop!" you groaned into your pillow.

sarah flopped down next to you, voice suddenly gentler. "hey. it’s okay if you like him, you know. even if he is a dick. and my brother."

"i don’t," you said again.

sarah raised an eyebrow.

"i don’t!" you repeated, defensive now.

"well, if you did, i wouldn't be mad. and part of me thinks he likes you too."

your ears perked at that, "really?"

"i don't know, it's rafe." she shrugged like it didn't matter.

you paused. that name alone came with so many contradictions.

yeah. it was rafe.

the same rafe who was cocky and infuriating and said things like "maybe it's a sign" when you kept bumping into each other and called you 'princess' with a stupid half-smirk.

but also the same rafe who sat with you in the garden while the party raged on, letting you hold his hand like it meant something. the same rafe who protected you when you got roofied and looked after you all night.

you bit your lip, sarah staring at you like she was trying to figure you out. "what's going through that pretty head of yours?"

"it's just. he was...nice. the other night i mean. like, weirdly nice. it just doesn't seem like the same guy everyone talks about."

sarah sat up "how weirdly?"

"i mean," you mumbled, "it wasn’t just banter. it felt different. he just sat and we talked and he held my hand and-"

"pause. he held your hand?" her eyes lit up in shock.

"yes but not like that." you spoke quickly

sarah’s jaw dropped. "not like that? y/n, babe, this is rafe we’re talking about. he doesn’t even high-five people unless there’s a crowd watching."

you rolled your eyes but your cheeks were already warm. "it wasn’t romantic. it was just… quiet."

"okay, sure," she said, still clearly unconvinced, "he quietly held your hand in the garden under the stars while you had a vulnerable moment and now you’re wearing his hoodie and getting jealous about a fake wedding. totally platonic."

you sighed, falling back onto your bed. "i hate you."

she laughed, "no you don’t. you hate that i’m right."

you stared up at the ceiling. "it’s just confusing. i didn’t feel like this with lucas. not even close. and now rafe’s getting fake married and i can’t stop thinking about how stupidly annoying that makes me feel."

sarah’s voice softened. "it’s not stupid. you like him. that’s okay."

you didn’t say anything for a moment. then quietly, "do you really think he likes me too?"

she hesitated, not teasing now, "yeah. i think he does. i think he’s just as confused about it as you are."

you nodded slowly, letting her words sink in.

a/n: AHHHHHH i am screaming at this and i wrote it

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[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? With him having to travel around the world almost everyday, he felt very left out in his kid(s) life. So, when they take their first steps & say their first word, he is the proudest father after getting the chance to witness it. Just something fluff and sweet for our Bono🥺 Thanks!! :))

What will I miss? - Peter x Wife! Reader

Plot: You take your childen to the paddock for the first time knowing that Peter had been on a triple header and was missing you all.

Peter often felt a little bit left out of the family. When it came to your guy's first son Benji he missed everything where he was travelling around with the F1 calander. He missed his first steps, his first words and it made him very sad whenever you'd call him all happy and excited to show him what you'd just witnessed less than 10 minutes ago.

Then your next son came along Bailey and he was more present at home however he seemed to get incredibly unlucky and continue to miss out on everything.

Your son's however were now 5 and 3 and you'd given birth only around a year ago to your daughter Brianyya.

You decided to try be with him as much as possible. You quit your job and started to teach the boys from home, they loved flying all over the world following their dad around and meeting all the drivers.

It was actually really sad for them when Lewis parted with Mercedes as he was quite the staple in their life. He would come round for dinners and he'd look after them whenever you and Peter asked which was incredibly kind but he would also show them all over the garage whenever you did manage to take them.

Now he was race engineer to the younger driver Kimi Antonelli who you absolutley adored. You owuld sit in the garage with him and help him with homework while they boys did theirs and would be his replacement mother for when his wasnt able to attend.

Now that Peter didnt have the pressure of being a 7 time world champions race engineer, he was a little more present which led up to the current moment with your daughter. He was holding her, mumbling words at her while making her giggle by poking different places on her face. You were with Kimi helping him choose song to add to his Monaco GP playlist.

"Dada" you heard before a gasp comes from your husbands mouth. Kimi looks up at you with a grin on his face before walking over to your husband.

"Sh-she said my name!" Peter grins looking up at you, and he heard it, his little girls first words.

Tears brim his eyes as he plays with her arms happily.

"Say it again Bri, say Dada, Dada" he repeats and she pouts giving him a confused look before some baby babble comes out.

"Did i imagine it?" he asks looking at you, severe upset and distress on his face.

"No, you heard her! She said you!" you grin, coming to your daughter and cooing at her as she grabs your finger in a tight grip. She watches both you and Peter with curious eyes before she looks at Peter again.

"Dada!" she exclaims before a fit of giggles follow and he nods in an encouraging way.

"Yes, thats right! I'm dada! Can you say mumma?" he asks before repeating the word a little her little head tilting in confusion. She looked deep in thought before frowning.

"Dada?" she asks in a curious tone making him grin and nod. He nuzzles into her kissing all over her face making her giggle even more.

He lifts her up and sits with her on the floor, holding her up so shes on her feet. She'd been able to be upright for a while that was nothing special but clearly Peter was eager to get everything out of her today so he didn't miss anything.

"You gonna try stand for Dada?" he asks and Benji comes over taking one hold of his sister's hand being the good and protective older brother he was to his little sister meaning that if she fell sideways he'd be able to help stabilise her upright. Kimi positioned himself to the other side so that he was the safety net for her other side.

The longer she was held up trying to get her to stand the more frustrated she got, small huffs coming from her confused red cheeks.

"Alright i think thats enough for tonight, she's getting tired and cranky" you say picking her up and cradling her making her sigh in relief and lean agaisnt your shoulder.

"But she didn't walk" Peter says looking up as if you'd just told him the worst most devisating news possible.

"Peter, we're with you almost everyday, i promise you you arent going to miss it while we all sleep and you know what if you do i'll have another kid just for the sheer purpose of you being a stay at home dad so you can take on all the joys of parenting that you fear you're missing out on!" you joke, laughing as you pull him in kissing him while one of your hands rests on his cheek.

"I do want it all though!" he exclaims after he pulls back from the kiss.

"Don't you see how much they all look up to you. They adore you and what you do" you smile at him, confused as to why he feels as though he is such an absent parent when in your mind he is the furthest thing away from that.

"I- I just worry that they'll grow up to resent me and wish i was around more" he sighs, a sad look on his face. You knew Peter didn't have the best parental figures growing up at that he didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

"They wont, they worship the ground you walk upon! Just like i do" you say, pulling him in to one more kiss before nodding at him to follow you as you take hold of Benji's hand as he goes to pick up Bailey.

As you walk out of the catering unit Lewis and his Ferrari PR assistant are walking past.

"Looking good Red!" you shout out to him, making the man's head spin in curiosity seeing you and a massive grin appearing on his face.

"Y/N!" he exclaims coming up to you and kissing your cheek before he pulls Peter into a hug.

"Bono" he grins, looking at his old race engineer.

"Uncle Lewis!" Benji cries legging go of your hand and replacing it with Lewis'.

"Hey little man, how are you! You've gotten so much bigger" Lewis says crouching down.

He talks to both Benji and Bailey before turning round to you and Bri whose now awake due to the commotion, her sleepy eyes trying to focus in on Lewis.

"And how's the little Princess of the family?" he asks squishing her cheeks making a giggle come from her and the grabby arms start in Lewis direction making him laugh and offer to take her off you.

He plays with her a little bit before Charles comes across smiling at all of you.

"Shall we go see Char Char?" Lewis asks in a high pitched voice watching Bri stand next to him, a firm grip on his hand.

Charles doesn't move any closer, not wanting to be told off for stepping onto the Mercedes lawn making the giggling girl take a step towards him. Before you know it Lewis is guiding her and helping her take her first steps towards Charles as Peter watches in fascination.

"Omg! She's doing it! Her first steps!" Peter cries looking at his little girl. Lewis looks behind and grins, happy to be sharing this moment with a family that he always felt like he was part of and welcomed into with open arms.

"Of course she'd walk when her Uncle Lew lew is here!" he grins looking down at her as her face looks determined to make her way to Charles whose now crouched down at the entrance with his arms out.

"Lew Lew" she mumbles out making him pick her up and spin her round, giggles spilling from her.

"She said my name! Hah beat that Bono" Lewis grins cheekily.

"She already said Dada, you beat Y/N though" he says turning to look at your pout at your daughter.

"Guess she's a daddy's girl and then an uncle girl before a mummy's girl" you sigh with a laugh before Benji and Bailey come up hugging your legs.

"We love you most mummy" Benji cries, gripping onto you, Bailey nodding in agreement. And all you can do is laugh, happy at your little family all together right now.

These are the moments that count after all.

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[wondrluv]

୨୧ in need ; af35

➪ summary: when you and your contagious happy energy weasel your way into azzi's life, she's hesitant to tell people. but after a bad day, all you want is her, and nothing's going to stop you from getting to her, not even the crowd of teammates at her place

➪ warnings: reader has a bad day, mentions of hiding relationship

➪ word count: 1.4k

➪ emma's notes: ahhhh my first azzi fic! i came up with this idea like in the middle of the night last night when i couldn't sleep so here this is. i'm so excited to write more for her, but for now, this is what i've written! i hope you guys enjoy as always :) i do have a new taglist system, so if you want to be added, feel free to check out the form at the bottom of this post!

© wondrluv ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

You were always told you had this effect on people. The kind of effect that if someone was having the worst of all days, one look at you would make it all the better. 

You got used to this, everyone saying that you had this glow about you that just made them want to smile, but you never believed it. Not until you met Azzi Fudd.

Azzi Fudd was the kind of girl that always looked like something had upset her or someone had pissed her off just moments before you looked at her. Though for you, you never thought it was because of that. From the second you met her, you knew there was another layer to Azzi that no one else knew about, hell, maybe even her closest friends and family didn’t even know about. And you were determined to figure out what it was.

So, when the opportunity arose, you sat next to her on the first day of one of your classes, grinning at her like you just won the lottery. She gave you a skeptical look, eyeing you up and down, appalled at the fact that you were so happy on a Monday at 9 in the morning. 

You just introduced yourself, your smile never wavering, even when all she did was nod and turn back to her phone, music still playing through her headphones. And for a few weeks, that was all it was. You saying hi and her giving a less than committal response before sitting in silence for the rest of the class. 

And almost two weeks of having classes with her every Monday and Wednesday, before she said something back. Four classes weren’t a lot, but maybe it was your effect, the effect you had to nuzzle your way into her heart, warming it every time you even glanced at her. 

You weren’t expecting it in the least, the small ‘hey’ she all but whispered when you gave her your beaming smile, but that only caused you to smile wider. And with each passing class, she would say more and more, and that was when your relationship with Azzi Fudd started. The sunshine girl and the black cat girlfriend.

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Six months later, the two of you had been dating for four, and she had yet to tell anyone about the two of you. Maybe it was because she was scared of admitting she found a soft spot for someone and she would get teased relentlessly for it, or it was because she was protecting you from the teasing she knew you would get once her friends saw her with you. 

You didn’t mind, not in the slightest. You were happy to keep your relationship private if that’s what she wanted. All you wanted was her, no matter the format. But now? Now it didn’t matter if the whole world was watching the two of you; you needed her. 

This had to have been the longest day you’ve ever experienced. From almost running into class late, to the missing reports you had lying on your desk that you needed for your project, to the twisting of your ankle on the walk back to your apartment, down to the coffee you spilled over yourself in the middle of the cafe. 

To be frank, you were over it, your mind was scattered, your body was worn, and all you wanted was to curl up on your girlfriend’s chest and forget about today. So with the rest of your willpower, you bundled up in a pair of sweatpants, one of Azzi’s sweatshirts, tied your hair up in a ponytail with your phone and wallet in your hands, and headed out the door. 

The walk to Azzi’s wasn’t long, but the slight chill in the air made it seem like it went on for longer than 10 minutes, coupled with the exhaustion setting heavy in your bones. You pulled your sleeves over your hands as you walked up the stairs to her place; the elevator being broken was just another layer to your day. 

Your mind was so focused on Azzi’s comfort that you barely noticed the people surrounding you as you walked into her place, kicking her shoes off and bee-lining it to where she lay spread out on the couch, collapsing on top of her, burying your head in her chest. 

Everyone froze; KK’s hand stopped inches from her mouth, holding a piece of pizza, Paige’s eyebrows quirked, water bottle in hand, Ice glanced over from where she was fiddling with the TV remote, Aubrey looked up from her phone, and Sarah’s mouth hung open just slightly before she closed it, her attempt to mask her confusion and amusement futile. 

But Azzi paid no mind to them, her arms wrapping around almost like second nature, one hand coming to play with your hair as the other rubs soothing circles across your back, slipping beneath your hoodie. She murmured something low in your ear, a soft, “I got you,” and nothing else, holding you tightly against her. 

She pressed a soft kiss to your temple, her movements never wavering as she focused all of her attention on you. Your legs tangled with hers as you tried to push yourself closer against her, causing her to let out a tiny laugh that left everyone else exchanging glances. 

You felt safe being surrounded by her, almost like your own personal blanket that you were dead set on keeping. You gripped her hoodie, clutching it in your hands as if letting go would make her disappear. This was the only thing you needed after a long day. 

No one knew what to do, watching you, someone they didn’t know, curl up with their teammate, someone they did know who wasn’t one for physical affection or showing any signs of what they were feeling besides being annoyed. It was odd.

“Uh, Azzi-”

“Shh.” Azzi cut KK off with a simple sound, holding you tighter like she was protecting you from her friends’ words. 

Despite the circumstances, Azzi’s lips turned into a soft smile, not caring that her friends were seeing her like this, she loved having you in her arms, it was her favorite thing in the world. The feel of you against her, providing warmth both physically and emotionally, the way you looked so adorable with your face smushed against her chest, the soft snores you sometimes let out if you stayed in that position for one too many minutes. She was sure there was no better feeling than this. 

It didn’t take long for you to drift off, not even the slightest bit put off by the five or six other people staring at you as you made yourself comfortable. As long as Azzi was with you, you could fall asleep anywhere. 

A few minutes after you dozed off, Paige cleared her throat, eyes flickering between your face and her friend’s, “So…”

Azzi looked up, her previous blissful expression falling off, and a hardened one took over, “Yes?”

“Who’s this?” Paige’s face was all but amused, her lips turned into a teasing smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon, Az. She waltzes in here like she owns the place, doesn’t even bat an eye at who’s here before practically jumping on you, and then falls asleep with your arms around her. We’re dumb, not stupid.”

She just rolled her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked back down at you, brushing your hair behind your ear, away from your face. She sighed softly before nodding, “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“When did you meet her?” “What’s her name?” “How long has this been going on?” “How’d she get you to-” 

She glared at them as you shifted, their overlapping voices too loud for you to ignore. They shut up quickly at her stare, watching as your head turned to lie on the other side before your breathing evened out once again. 

“One at a time and be quiet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Her name’s y/n.”

“When did you guys meet?”

“We met six months ago when classes started, she’s in my finance class.”

“When did you-”

“Four months ago.”

“How-”

“She has that effect on people.” Azzi’s voice murmured, peering down at you again, fingers running through your hair to further calm you down as you slept. 

No one spoke again, watching their friend’s actions with small smiles on their faces. They were never really sure they would see a soft side to Azzi Fudd, but now that they met you - if you could even call it a meeting -, they were sure that would change. 

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[hyunjincanraptoo]

No. 8 with Chan plz I beg of yooou!! 🙏🏻

Hi, baby! I'm sorry it took so long... I got carried away. This was also requested by my beautiful @ktxoxoxo . And the twins are 5yo (read foive haha)

8. "But I was wondering if maybe we can… go to… a date"

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut

Pairing: single dad!Chan x kindergarten teacher! reader

Alexa, play Eternity by Bang Chan 

Christopher Bang wasn’t late. Not technically. He just wasn’t…early. Which, in kindergarten time, might as well not have been a big deal.

“Come on, Seojin, your shoe is on the wrong foot again,” he said, crouching down to help the little boy stumbling beside him.

His twin sister, Jiwon, clung to his leg, holding a crumpled paper flower they’d made together the night before. “We’re gonna miss the morning song, daddy!”

Both kids were dressed in matching outfits— gray shirts with little cartoon animal prints, denim overalls with faded patches on the knees, that hinted at many backyard adventures, and backpacks that were easily half their size, dangling comically from their shoulders.

The sight of them, so small but so determined, made Chan smile as he helped Seojin adjust his shoes.

By the time they made it through the gates, the classroom door was already open. And there she was you—  Miss Yn— kneeling beside a table covered in crayons, your face lit up in that soft, welcoming smile that had always made Chan’s heart race.

“Good morning!” you greeted, your voice warm as your eyes landed on the three of them. “Rough start?”

Chan ran a hand through his curls, a sheepish laugh escaping him. “Let’s just say two kids and one missing sock is a recipe for chaos"

You knelt down, greeting the twins first. “Jiwon, is that a flower for me?” you asked, your voice gentle, eyes soft as they looked at the crumpled creation in her hands.

Then, turning to the boy, you grinned. “Seojin, did you try to put your shoes on by yourself? I’m proud of you"

The twins grinned, their eyes shining with pride. Seojin’s cheeks flushed a little at your compliment, and Jiwon grinned as she bounced excitedly on her toes. Chan’s heart hiccupped in his chest, a feeling that was both sweet and unfamiliar.

"Thank you, Miss Yn" Jiwon said, her voice a little higher than usual. She clutched the paper flower tighter, her little fingers wrapping around it protectively.

And for the first time that morning, everything felt calm.

You stood up and faced Chan, a knowing look in your eyes. “It’s okay, Mr. Bang. I get it. Mornings are always a bit of a battle.” You winked playfully, making him chuckle.

Chan glanced at the twins, now excited to begin their day. Seojin tugged at your sleeve, his eyes sparkling.

“Miss Yn, can I put the flower on the table? For you?” he asked shyly, his voice small but full of earnestness.

“Of course”, you said, gently guiding him to the table where he carefully placed the crumpled flower next to the crayons.

As you stood up, you caught Chan watching you, a tender smile on his lips. There was something in the way he looked at you— his expression was soft, his shoulders less tense, as though, just for a moment, he had forgotten the chaos of the morning.

He wasn’t just their dad, the one who had to juggle work and kids. He was someone who had to trust others, someone who could relax when things weren’t perfect.

And in that moment, with the kids happily occupied and the morning song about to begin, it felt as though everything, for once, was exactly as it should be.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

You hadn’t meant to make it sound so serious. You just wanted to talk about the twins— Jiwon’s creativity, the way Seojin seemed to be reading well beyond his age group. It was a good thing. A proud parent teacher conversation. 

But when you pulled Chan aside at pickup and said, “Do you have a moment sometime this week? I’d love to talk about the twins potential”, he stiffened like you'd handed him a surprise bill.

“Are they okay?”, he asked, brows knitting immediately,

“They’re wonderful”, you reassured quickly, a soft laugh escaping, “It’s not a bad thing. I just want to talk about how we can keep nurturing their strengths”

Relief washed over his face, followed by something more thoughtful.

 “Uh… I mean, I’m off work around six most days, but it gets a little wild at home until…”, he hesitated, “Well… Until bedtime”

You nodded, sensing the chaos without needing details, "Understandable"

“But after bedtime, I’m free”, he added, then suddenly flushed, “I mean…. I didn’t mean that. Not like my bedtime. Theirs. I meant their bedtime. I don’t… uh… have a bedtime”

You bit back a smile, “After their bedtime sounds perfect”

“Cool! Yeah, I could…make tea or something?”, he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking to the ground.

“I’d like that”, you said, voice light “I’ll bring the files and the cookies”

He smiled, lopsided and relieved, “Okay, yeah… That’s perfect”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

When you arrived at the Bang residence, the porch light was on, making the front step glow. Chan opened the door before you could knock, and for a second, your words caught in your throat.

He was in simple clothes— a plain black tee that clung just a little to his chest, and loose grey joggers slung low on his hips. His hair was still damp, curling softly like he’d just gotten out of the shower after wrestling bedtime routines into submission.

He smelled faintly of baby shampoo and his toned, firm arms flexed subtly as he stepped aside to let you in.

"Sorry for the mess”, he said with a shy laugh, and you followed him inside.

It was the kind of mess only a home full of love made— drawings taped to the fridge with crooked magnets, some spelling ‘DADDY IS THE BEST’ in trembling letters. A blanket fort half collapsed near the hallway. LEGO scattered across the coffee table. Tiny mismatched socks clinging to furniture corners like they were forgotten for a long time. The place smelled like fabric softener and desperation

He led you to the kitchen where two mugs sat on the counter beside a dish of cookies you recognized from the classroom snack rotation.

“I hope chamomile tea is okay”, he said, scratching the back of his neck, “Or I could make dinner. I didn’t know what you’d want, so I kinda didn’t… plan anything”

Your heart softened, “Tea’s lovely. But if you have spaghetti, I’ll never say no”

He smiled, shy as usual, “Spaghetti it is, then”

As he cooked, you sat at the counter, watching him move carefully and methodically, checking the pot three times just to make sure. You wondered how often he’d made dinner with a child on each hip, how many nights he spent with no one to tell him he was doing okay.

Halfway through stirring the sauce, his voice dropped quieter.

“Most days, I feel like I’m just… trying not to mess them up”, he admitted, “Hearing that they’re doing well from someone like you it’s... It means a lot. I don’t get to hear that much”

You stood, walking slowly around the counter until you were beside him, “You’re doing better than okay, Mr. Bang. Those kids love you more than anything. I’m proud of you, honestly”

He blinked at you, his breath catching slightly at your words then quickly looked away like he didn’t want to cry over noodles.

Dinner was simple but good. The spaghetti was eaten in a comfortable silence and afterwards, the tea was easily replaced with wine, and you found yourselves on the couch, side by side, sharing stories.

At some point, you asked gently, “Can I ask about their mother?”

He paused. His thumb circled the rim of his glass.

“She left when the twins were about two”, he said finally, “Said she wasn’t ready. Said she loved them but couldn’t do this. I kept thinking maybe she’d change her mind. But she didn’t”.

Your hand rested over his, warm and comforting.

“And yet, here you are. Loving them enough for two people”

He exhaled, heavy, “Some days I feel like I’m barely holding it together. I lie awake wondering if I said the wrong thing, if I’m giving them enough, if they’ll remember their childhood as something happy or something chaotic”

“They’ll remember love, Mr. Bang”, you said, “They’ll remember those spaghetti nights and LEGO castles and their dad kissing their foreheads even when he was exhausted”.

His eyes had drifted down to your lips. Slowly. Intentionally. Then back to your eyes. Then again to your lips, “You can… call me Chris at this point. Ir Chan. It's up to you"

You pretended not to be too excited about that and just nodded.

Eventually, you stood, saying softly, “Can I… give them a goodnight kiss?”

He looked surprised, but smiled, “Yeah. They’re light sleepers, but… go ahead. They’d like that”

You tiptoed into their shared room, kissed each forehead. Seojin murmured something about Jupiter, Jiwon curled deeper into her pink blanket. Then, you came back to find Chan watching from the hallway, arms folded, soft smile on his face.

At the door, just before you left, he hesitated.

“So… Jinnie has been really into science lately”, he said. “And Wonnie thinks spaceships look like marshmallows”. 

He rubbed the back of his neck again— nervous, but hopeful, “They’ve been asking to go to the science museum and I thought maybe, if you’re free… you could come with us?”

You smiled, tilting your head, “As a chaperone?”

He shook his head, a little shy laugh escaping,  “As a friend. Or maybe more than that. If that’s okay”

Your heart flipped in your chest, warm and glowing.

“It’s more than okay”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

The museum was a whirlwind of tiny sneakers squeaking on polished floors and gasps of wonder echoing off high ceilings.

Seojin had grabbed your hand the moment you arrived, dragging you straight toward the “Build Your Own Rocket” exhibit.

Jiwon, who had glittery butterfly clips in her braids, was less interested in space and more fascinated by how the spaceship models looked like “giant marshmallows ready to melt”.

You laughed with them, knelt down beside them, listened carefully when Seojin explained about Mars' atmosphere like he’d been doing it his whole life. You caught Chan watching from a few feet back, arms crossed, smile soft and full of something deeper.

He joined you in the planetarium, sitting beside you in the low light, shoulders touching lightly. The twins sat between you, leaning against each of your sides. When the stars lit up above, Seojin whispered, “I wanna be an astronaut”, and Jiwon added, “I wanna paint the stars with glitter”

Chan chuckled beside you, low and quiet, then he looked over at you, his voice barely a murmur in the dark.

“You’re good with them”, he said. “Better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot”

You glanced at him, your lips curving, “They make it easy. You did a good job with them”

But really, you meant he made things easy.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Outside, the sun was beginning to set. Golden light spilled over the parking lot, catching in Chan’s hair making him look even more attractive as he lifted Jiwon into her car seat. Seojin was still clinging to your hand, reluctant to let go.

“Do you gotta go now?”, he asked, looking up with wide eyes.

“Yeah, sweetie. But I’ll see you soon”

He frowned a little, “You’ll come next time too, right?”

You leaned down, brushing a curl off his forehead, “Anytime you want, sweetheart”

Jiwon peeked from the back seat, “Next time we can show you the jellybean galaxy!”

You grinned, “Deal”

As you stepped back, Chan walked you to your car, hands shoved into his pockets. He looked like he was working something out—- something big and maybe a little scary.

Just before you opened the door, he spoke.

“Hey. So this was… really nice. They loved having you. I loved having you around”

You turned, heart pounding.

He swallowed, then tried again, softer.

“I know we’ve kind of been… circling this. But I was wondering if maybe we can… go to… a date? No kids, no science museum… Just us”

You smiled, eyes warm, “I thought you’d never ask”.

He laughed, relief breaking across his face like sunshine. “So that’s a yes?”

“Hell yes”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan picked you up at 6:30 sharp, wearing a soft blue sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, a delicate cologne clinging to him that smelled like sandalwood and cozy days. He smiled when you opened the door.

“You look amazing”, he said softly, like he’d been waiting for say it the entire drive there.

He took you to a quiet Italian restaurant. It was rustic chic— exposed brick walls, soft jazz playing in the background, and lit candles between you. The kind of place where conversation came easily and time slipped by unnoticed.

He let himself lean into it, lean into you. He laughed, talked about the twins but also about music, late night ideas he used to chase, what he missed about himself before life got so heavy.

At some point, between sips of red wine and bites of pasta, he glanced at you and asked,  “Do you ever feel like there’s a version of you out there somewhere? I mean, untouched by responsibility or grief or fear? Someone still wild enough to dream without a plan B?”

You tilted your head, eyes tender,“Who is that person for you?”

Chan exhaled slowly, like he hadn’t expected you to ask but needed the answer more than he realized.

He paused, “He used to stay up all night writing songs no one would hear. He believed things could work out just because he wanted them to. He didn’t think about failure or bills or being enough. He just… lived”

You nodded, “Do you miss him?”

“I miss how he felt, he admitted, “But I think... I think you bring that version out in me”

You touched his wrist gently, letting silence wrap around the moment before answering.

“I think that version of you still exists. I see him when you talk to your kids. When you laugh. When you look at me with that glint in your eyes”

He smiled, soft and a little shy. And when dessert came, he didn’t look away when he said, “I haven’t let myself want something just for me in a long time. But I want this. I want you”

You reached out for his hand over the table, squeezing it lightly, “I want you too, Chan”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

As he drove you home, you both laughed over the failed dessert.

“I mean, how can someone mess up tiramisu that bad?”, you teased, shaking your head, “It tasted like damp paper towels and whipped cream”

Chan laughed, “I was trying to be polite about it, but yeah… my mouth is still confused”

You turned to him with a playful smile, “I should make you my strawberry crumble instead. That never disappointed anyone”

He turned to glance at you at a red light, his expression softening, “Strawberry crumble?”

You nodded, “It’s kind of my specialty. A little tart, lots of cinnamon and just the right amount of crispy topping”

Chan hummed, clearly intrigued, “Now that... sounds like a dessert worth staying up for”

You smiled, playful, “Are you asking me to make you some?”

His gaze flicked to you again, “I’m saying I’d love to try anything you make”

“Well, then maybe I do”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Back at your place, you kicked off your shoes and bounced to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients while Chan watched you from the doorway, leaning against the frame like he belonged there. Like this moment had been waiting all along.

“So”, you smiled, tying your apron, “You still up for my famous strawberry crumble?”

“I’m up for anything if it means more time with you”, he said, his voice low.

He stepped closer as you moved around the kitchen, brushing past him to reach for the cinnamon. You felt him behind you before he said a word, his hand found your waist without thinking. 

“You have no idea what you do to me”, he murmured, voice grazing the shell of your ear, “I’ve been trying to keep it together all night”.

You turned, breath catching as he caged you in against the counter, hands bracing on either side of your hips. His mouth found your neck, lips soft and open, tongue teasing your skin as he pressed closer.

“Every time you smile at me like that”, he whispered, voice raspier, “I forget how to think. You make me feel like a man again. Not just a dad, running on caffeine and Disney movies. Like I still exist like that”

Your hands curled in his sweater as he kissed down to your collarbone, and then up again, stopping at the curve of your jaw. His hips nudged forward against you, demanding without being possessive

“I want you so badly”, he murmured, lips brushing yours, “But I don’t wanna rush this. I just… need you to know”

You kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, your hands tangled in his hair, his fingers pressing into your waist. It wasn’t just lust— it was weeks of glances, of bedtime giggles and science museums and stolen smiles finally turning into something more.

Eventually, with the crumble forgotten in the oven and your lips swollen from the make out session, he pulled back with a breathless smile.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to taste anything but you after this”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Weeks had passed since that first dinner. Since the bad tiramisu, since he walked you to your door with the promise to call.

And he called, and texted, and showed up with warm drinks and tired eyes after long days.

Your dates became routine in the best way— quiet dinners, evening walks, music shared between car rides. But even more than that, there were mornings spent with sleepy kids climbing into your lap and afternoons at the park with juice boxes and way too much energy. You weren’t just seeing Chan anymore— you were becoming a family.

You were at the Bang’s residence, the living room smelled like pepperoni and fresh dough. There was a kid sized mountain of pillows on the floor, and Ratatouille was playing in the background. But the real action was happening in the kitchen, where you stood in front of the counter with Jiwon and Seojin on a stool, each one beside you.

“Hold on”, Chan said, squinting at the recipe book, “What even is a ‘heaping tablespoon’?”

You laughed as Jiwon whispered, hand to her mouth, “Daddy always looks confused when he is around you”

Seojin nodded, “Daddy gets all blushy when people say your name”

“Like this”, Jiwon said dramatically, puffing out her cheeks and smearing flour on them for effect.

Your laugh echoed through the kitchen, full and bright.

“Do I really blush?”, Chan asked from the sink, ears already pink.

“Yes”, both kids said in unison

“It’s okay”, you said, nudging him with your hip as you passed, “I think it’s cute”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Later, with their bellies full of pizza and cookies, you helped Chan carry two sleepy, cookie drunk kids up the stairs. He tucked Jiwon in with her favorite stuffed wolf, pressed a kiss to Seojin’s forehead, and turned to flick off the light when the little boy’s voice stopped him.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“Can Yn live here with us someday?”

The girl blinked up sleepily, “I want her to help with bedtime stories”

Chan swallowed, heart catching in his throat.

“We’ll see,” he said softly, already daydreaming, “But that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Downstairs, you were just finishing drying the dishes, when you felt a presence behind you. Chan’s hand slid across your waist, his touch needier than before.

He turned you around, guiding you gently but firmly toward the laundry room, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

“Chan… what’s that?”

He didn’t answer. Just walked you backward until your back hit the dryer machine, then kissed you. Not sweet, not teasing.

Starved.

Tongues tangling, teeth grazing, hands gripping. His mouth devoured yours like he’d waited his whole life to be allowed this.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”, he rasped between kisses, his breath hot on your lips, “I want you in this house. In my bed. I want to wake up next to you. Watch you make breakfast in my t-shirt. I want your voice in their bedtime routine”

You gasped, fingertips clenching his shirt.

“I want you to be mine”, he whispered against your jaw, kissing down your neck, slow and hot, “Not just here for the cookies and movies. I want you here everyday. For real”

You tilted his chin up so he could see your face, see your smirk softening into something serious.

“So make me yours, Mr. Bang”, you said, already breathless.

That word— Mr. Bang— drawed a raw, shaky breath from him.

His hands slid under your shirt, warm palms against your skin, pushing it up until you lifted your arms and let him tug it off. His lips find yours again— desperate, hungry, but still slow like he was savoring this. Like he was not ready to rush anything that’s taken him so long to let himself want.

He lifted you effortlessly, placing you on top of the dryer machine. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as he settled between them. You tugged at his shirt, and he took it off, his muscles flexing. You couldn't help but touch him, dragging your fingers down his chest, his abs, until he groaned.

“You look like a fantasy”, you whispered

“Keep your legs around my waist”, he demanded, dragging his palms up the outside of your thighs, “And your hands on my shoulders”

Your breath caught.

“You can’t be noisy”, he warned, dragging his lips along the column of your throat, a teasing scrape of teeth just under your ear, “They’re asleep upstairs. Can you be quiet for me?”

You nodded, breath catching as his fingers teased down between your legs, slipping past your waistband and finding just how ready you were. He groaned into your neck as he slid your panties aside just to find out how wet you were.

“Fuck, baby… all this for me?”

“You make it hard not to want you”, you panted

He teased, circling two fingers slowly over your entrance, before sliding them in. You answered with a gasp, back arching as his fingers work you open, making you clutch at his shoulders to stay quiet. But you fail. A soft, broken moan slips out, and instantly— he stops.

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, thumb dragging gently over your bottom lip, “Didn’t I say quiet?”

“I tried”, you whispered, flushed and needy.

He rewarded your honesty with a kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he fumbled with his pants. He lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, until you whimpered, and finally pushed inside in one long, delicious thrust. You squeezed his shoulders, swallowing a moan as he filled you.

“I’ve wanted this for so long”, he muttered against your lips, “You feel like mine. All mine”

He fucked you like he meant every word he said earlier. Like he was claiming every second of the life he wanted with you.

Your body trembled, the pressure building until you were gasping, your eyes pleading.

His hips moved in devastating rolls, each thrust deeper, dragging soft whimpers from your throat. His hand clamped over your mouth, his own face contorted with the effort to stay quiet too. The rhythm stutters, then picks up— rougher, needier, but still careful not to knock over anything or make too much sound.

You were close, he felt it.

“Come for me, baby”, he panted

When you came, your body clenched around him so tight he choked on a groan, pulling out just in time, pumping himself hard with his hand as his release spilled over his fingers and your skin,chest heaving as he tried not to groan too loud.

He cursed low under his breath, panting into the crook of your neck, resting his forehead against your shoulder,  “Fuck… I couldn’t risk it. But god, you make it so hard”

He leaned into you after, kissing you softly.

“I’ve been dreaming about that”, he murmured, “And now I need round two. Where I can ruin you in every position I’ve imagined”

You laughed softly, nose brushing his, “You sure you’re not too old for round two?”

He narrowed his eyes playfully, “Oh, baby. You’ll regret that”

You giggled as he helped you get down from the machine, both of you half naked and buzzing with heat when you heard…

“Daddy?”

You both stopped immediately.

Chan mouthed a fuck, then looked for his shirt. You yanked your own top down and slid into the hallway, flushed and breathless.

There she was Jiwon, holding back tears.

“I can’t find Bubbles”

You kneeled, smoothing her hair, “Let’s go find him, sweet girl”

You searched together—under blankets, pillows, even behind the fridge— until you spotted the bunny tucked behind the couch. She smiled and hugged you tight.

From the doorway, Chan watched you. Hair messy, shirt a little crooked, still glowing from what just happened. And at that moment, all he knew was— if there was one thing he was doing right in this life… was choosing you.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Epilogue:

It was just past lunch time when Chan told you to wear something cozy and not to ask questions. He held your hand the whole drive, humming under his breath, stealing glances at you like he still couldn’t believe you were actually there.

The road led to the edge of the city, to a quiet hill bathed, where the breeze blew through swaying grass. The twins had fallen asleep in the backseat, curled against each other like they were sharing the same dream, and Chan smiled as he parked, kissing your hand before stepping out.

“Come on”, he whispered, , “I have something for you”

You helped him lay down a few blankets near the car,on the grass. Then, from the trunk, he pulled out his acoustic guitar. You blinked, surprised.

“You wrote me a song?”

He grinned slyly, “Tried to”

When he started playing, it was tender. Every note carried the weight of memories: late night talks, messy mornings, little hands reaching up for yours, flour on cheeks, stolen kisses when both kids were giggling in the next room.

Then came the words, wrapped in that warm tone only Chan had.

I'm never letting go

Let's go on a little walk, see the world outside

Don't wanna let you go

The way that you give me your hands, I'll fly

Eternity

You didn’t realize you were crying until he leaned forward, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. His voice cracked on the last chorus, but he kept going, like the song was the truest way he knew how to speak.

When it ended, you sat in silence, your hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart still trembled under your touch.

“Was it… good?”, he asked

You nodded, tearful and smiling, “It was perfect”

He cupped your cheek again, foreheads touching.

“You’re it for me”, he whispered, “This… us, the kids… this is everything. I just wanted you to know… I’ll love you like this. Always”

Under the open sky, with the twins sleeping nearby and his voice still lingering in the air, you kissed him like a promise.

“I’ll love you too, my Channie. Forever”

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Untitled Bestfriend!Noah x Reader Series

Part 3 (finally) (sorry for the wait!!)

okay i'm sorry for the wait!! it's been almost a month since i posted part two but i've been super busy lately, but i wrote this last night so i'm hoping it doesn't seem too rushed!! the series masterlist is here and you can join the taglist here :) (and i promise i wont make everyone wait another month to post part 4 lmao)

warnings: NSFW!! porn with little plot- each chapter is basically a oneshot, oral (f and m recieving) i don't wanna spoil too much...

You were stood in the middle of Noah’s room, your makeup half-done, your dress still draped across the back of his chair, your curling wand sat unplugged on his desk. You were supposed to be getting ready, but instead, you were pacing with a knot in your stomach.

“I don’t want to go.” You muttered, not really to him, more to yourself.

Noah was sprawled across his bed, wearing his black fall out boy shirt, black jeans and of course his red beanie, scrolling on his phone. 

“We’ve been planning this all week,” he reminded you without looking up. “You were excited yesterday!”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, flopping onto the bed beside him. “That was before I found out who else is gonna be there.”

Now he looked at you. 

“Those girls?”

You didn’t say anything, just pulled a face and sighed. Noah knew enough to fill in the blanks.

“You don’t have to talk to them.”

“I know but I don’t even want to see them.”

He set his phone down and turned onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. 

“So let’s just go for an hour. We’ll grab a drink, say hey to everyone who isn’t a bitch, and come back here.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle between you two. The room was warm with the heat of the summer, and smelled like him, as always. His playlist played quietly in the background, some new Bring Me the Horizon song you weren’t too familiar with. 

“You really don’t want to go, huh?” You could feel him watching you, even without looking at him. 

You shook your head. 

“Not if I can just stay here with you.”

“What are we gonna do,” he smirked, “Watch Twilight for the fifteenth time?”

“Maybe.” You tilted your head toward him, eyes narrowing. “You wanna go that bad?”

“I kind of do.” He rolled onto his back next to you, his tone playful. “I was looking forward to free beer that tastes like ass and watching dudes try to flirt with you.”

“You’re such a liar.” You snorted. 

“Fine,” he said, grin widening. “I was looking forward to watching dudes not flirt with you.” 

“Only because they think you’re my boyfriend!”

“So you’re saying I’m the reason guys don’t hit on you?”

“If you saw a guy sat with his arm around a girl, you’d assume they were dating, right?”

“No…” Noah smirked, “I’d go up and ask her first.” 

“Well, that’s you, Noah. Not everyone else is so… experienced.” 

A silence settled over you two again for a moment, until you turned to face him again. 

“Do you really want to go?”

Noah hesitated, thumb grazing the seam of his jeans. 

“I mean… I was kinda looking forward to it.”

“Right,” you said quietly.

“But I don’t care that much.” His eyes flicked to you again. “Not if you’re not feeling it.”

You gave him a weak smile. 

“I just don’t wanna be around people who make me feel like shit, y’know? It’s not about ruining your night.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he said, stretching his arms above his head, making his shirt ride up a little. “Staying here with you sounds like a pretty decent trade.”

“Yeah, right.” 

“Hey, I mean it.” He turned his head to look at you, something softer in his expression now. “I’ll stay in with you, we could chill, throw on a movie. I’ll even let you pick. I’ll even sit through Twilight again.”

You bit your lip. There it was again, that pull. You didn’t mean to feel it, but it was always there with him. Comfort and heat, tangled up in the same breath.

You sat up a little against the headboard. 

“What if I gave you a better reason to stay…”

He raised a brow, intrigued. 

“Better than Twilight?” He asked, voice laced with sarcasm. 

A small smirk tugged at your lips. You crossed your arms, tilting your head. 

“What if I let you eat me out?”

The smirk fell clean off his face.

His mouth parted, eyes widening just slightly like he wasn’t sure if you were joking.

“You’re serious?” He said slowly.

You nodded, suddenly very aware of how warm your skin felt.

Noah sat up, legs folding beneath him as he faced you properly. His voice dipped low. 

“You know you don’t have to offer sex to keep me here.”

“I know that.” You met his eyes, steady now. “I just… I’ve been thinking about what you said. That night, when we were at my place.”

He stilled, remembering instantly. 

“I meant that,” he said, voice getting lower now. “I meant every fucking word.”

You swallowed. 

“I know.”

A quiet beat passed between you. Then he leaned forward, hand resting near your thigh on the bed.

“You sure? Really sure?”

You nodded again. 

“I want to. I want you to.”

His eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over your face. Then, softer, more serious, he whispered.

“I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else, y’know?”

You huffed a laugh. 

“You’ve already ruined me. This has been all I can think about lately. I want it. I want you..”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you then, slow and hungry, but still careful. You let yourself sink into it, into him, as he shifted you gently beneath him. His hands moved with purpose, but not rushed, he was taking his time, like he was savouring every second.

He pulled your top off with ease, leaving a trail of warm kisses down your sternum, across your stomach. When he got to the waistband of your shorts, he paused, resting his forehead just above them.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice low, his hands gentle on your thighs.

You nodded again, breath shaky. 

“Yeah. Just… A little nervous.”

He smiled, lifting his head enough to press a kiss over your navel. 

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me show you how good it feels- but if you want me to stop at all just say, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded.

Then he started again, slower this time- teasing kisses on your thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin until you were writhing. He took his time easing your shorts down your legs, kissing as he went, not breaking eye contact when he finally pulled your underwear aside.

The first kiss he pressed to your clit made your whole body jolt, and he smiled, the smug bastard, because he knew. 

He knew he was about to show you something you’d never forget.

“Yeah?” he murmured against you. “That feel good, baby?”

You could barely form a sound, let alone words, your breath caught between a gasp and a moan.

“Good,” he said, lips brushing you again. “You just lay back and let me take care of you.”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, pausing.

“Okay?” he asked again, voice low, eyes flicking to yours.

You gave a breathless nod, and he smiled gently before pulling them down, watching every inch of skin he uncovered. Once they were off, he let his gaze linger, and you squirmed instinctively under the weight of it.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmured, almost to himself.

Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh, then the other, trailing his mouth so close you whimpered. His breath ghosted over you before he gently used his thumbs to part you, inspecting every reaction.

“Look at you,” he whispered, brushing the pad of one thumb over your clit so lightly it made your thighs tremble, “Can’t believe I’m the only one who can play with this.” 

You couldn’t even form words, your fingers curled into the sheets, hips twitching when he pressed a kiss right over your center, then your clit again, still teasing, still taking his time.

He looked up again, eyes dark but soft. 

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, breathless, and then his tongue met you fully, licking a slow stripe up from your hole to your clit, like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. Your back arched instantly, a moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

Noah groaned at the sound, hands spreading your thighs a little wider as he settled himself between them. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

You couldn’t believe how good it felt- sure, your friends had talked about it before, and you had heard stories from other girls about what your best friend could do with that mouth, but you never imagined you’d get the chance to experience it. You were feeling dizzy at how overwhelming and warm and intimate it all was. The way he looked up at you, making eye contact while he did it, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, fuck it made your head spin.

And then he started talking, sending vibrations with every word. 

“Sooo soft, so warm” he murmured between strokes of his tongue. “So sweet. You’re doing so good, baby. How’s it feel?”

You whimpered, hips lifting against his mouth before you could stop yourself.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough as he placed a hand just below your navel, holding you down. “Just like that. Let me feel how much you like it.”

You were already trembling, his hair tickling you as your thighs tightened around his head, and he didn’t even slow down. If anything, he seemed to enjoy how sensitive you were, how new it all was to you, how he knew he was the first to ever touch and feel and see you like this. He was so gentle, but every flick of his tongue made your pulse spike.

And then he took your clit between his lips, looking up at you through his lashes as he gently sucked, and you could’ve sworn you saw god. 

“Mmm Noah!” You gasped, hands flying to his hair without thinking.

He grinned against you, clearly loving how wrecked you sounded. 

“Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?” He asked between kisses to your cunt, before his tongue circled your clit again. 

You nodded quickly, barely able to breathe as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I… I think so-”

His grip on your hips tightened, his voice dropping even lower. 

“That’s it. Let me feel it. Let me feel you cum for me, make a mess, baby.”

Your whole body was trembling, the knot tightening in your belly, ready to snap, every nerve ending lit up like a live wire. You could barely hold on, your hands gripping his hair like it was the only thing anchoring you to earth.

And he didn’t let up.

His tongue moved like he knew exactly what you needed, what would make you come undone completely. And he did. He knew your body even better than you did. Every tiny gasp, every twitch of your thighs, every shaky exhale only made him more focused.

“You’re so close,” he whispered, voice thick and dark with want. “I can feel it.”

You whimpered again, hips rocking against his mouth helplessly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, lips brushing your clit as he spoke. “Let it happen.”

That was all it took.

The orgasm hit so hard it almost had your vision going white, a choked moan spilling from your lips as your body arched off the bed. Noah held you through it, his mouth still working you through every wave of pleasure, until it became too much and you whimpered, tugging gently at his hair to tell him it was too much. 

He finally eased back, giving your thigh one last kiss before lifting his head, his face flushed and glistening, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded and so fucking smug.

You couldn’t even find your voice, still catching your breath, your limbs boneless.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, blinking at the ceiling.

Noah chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up beside you to give you a kiss, before lying on his side so he could trace slow circles on your hip.

“You okay?” He murmured, voice soft again.

You turned to face him, cheeks warm, lips parted. 

“Fuck, yeah… Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

He shrugged modestly, but the gleam in his eye gave him away. 

“Years of being a slut.” At least he was honest.

You burst out laughing, and he leaned in to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder, pulling you gently against his chest. You didn’t resist.

After a moment, you whispered, 

“Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being so… gentle.”

“Always.” He kissed your forehead. 

You stayed like this for a moment, your head on his chest, forehead tucked under his jaw as he traced patterns over your back. You shifted a little, trying to get comfy, but then your knee brushed over something hard, and you felt Noah’s breath catch as you did so. 

“Is that… Are you…?” You felt your face heat up, pulling back just enough to look at him, eyes wide.

Noah gave a breathy little laugh, cheeks tinged pink. 

“Yeah. Uh… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said quickly, eyes flicking down before meeting his again. “I just… didn’t realise.”

He gave you a lazy smile.

“It’s fine. I can take care of it myself later. That was about you.”

Something about the way he said that made your stomach flip. He meant it. This wasn’t a transactional thing, he genuinely wanted to make you feel good.

But still…

“What if I don’t want you to take care of it yourself?” You asked softly, fingers tracing the ink on his arm. 

Noah blinked, eyes searching yours. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” You swallowed, nerves fluttering in your throat. “What if I want to do more? I want to… do it again.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze sharpening as he searched your face for any hesitation. 

“You’re sure?”

You nodded, even as your voice came out small. 

“Yeah. I want to.”

His hand came up to cradle your jaw gently. 

“You don’t have to, baby. I meant it, I’m good just like this.”

“I know.” You leaned into his touch, your heart thudding. “But I want to.”

Noah watched you for a moment longer, thumb brushing over your cheek. Then, slowly, he kissed you again, soft at first, then deeper, more purposeful, like he was giving you time to change your mind.

You didn’t.

He rolled you gently onto your back, shifting to settle between your legs, kissing you slow and sweet. His hands roamed your body with practiced care, but never rushed, he was so good at this, and even though it made you nervous, given he was far more experienced at this, but it also made you feel safe.

He reached down, guiding himself against your entrance, but paused just before half the tip was was already in.

“We didn’t prep you, not properly,” he murmured, brows drawn together. “I should’ve gotten you ready, you're still so new to this-”

“It’s okay, I can take it,” you whispered, hooking your legs around his hips, even though it already felt like too much. “I want to.”

But when he pushed in just a little more, your whole body tensed.

It burned, it wasn’t painful but it was far from comfortable. You winced, your eyes screwing shut as you drew a sharp breath. 

"It's okay..." You tried to reassure him, though you struggled to even convince yourself. "I'll... I'll get used to it."

Noah stopped instantly.

“Hey,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend it’s okay if it’s not.”

You blinked up at him, shame prickling at the edges. 

“I’m sorry-”

“No! Don’t be sorry,” he said firmly, brushing your hair back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just-” he swallowed, still hovering over you, “-I’m not gonna fuck you if you’re in pain, okay? I’d rather wait… Make sure we do it properly so it feels great for the both of us, yeah?”

You bit your lip, nodding, even though you hated how disappointed you felt. You wondered if he'd ever had this before, or if this- if you were the first person he had to stop for.

He saw it.

“Look at me,” he whispered, coaxing your chin up so your eyes met. “I want this again, too. So bad it almost hurts. But not if it’s gonna hurt you. I'd never do that.”

You nodded again, your heart melting at the way he said it. He wasn’t frustrated, or impatient. Just… tender.

“But next time?” You whispered.

He smiled then, slow and warm, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Next time, we’ll do it right. I’ll get you all ready, baby. Take my time. Make it feel so good you won’t want to stop.”

Then, he pulled you close again, pressing his forehead to yours as he held you. 

You lay there for a little while, tangled up in each other, his hands drawing soft shapes along your spine as your heartbeat settled. Every so often, you'd feel him twitch against your thigh, still hard, still aching, but he didn’t say anything about it. He was too focused on you.

But you noticed. You couldn’t help it. 

And after a few moments of silence, you shifted slightly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Noah?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You hesitated, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Can I… try something?”

His brow lifted slightly, but his gaze stayed soft. 

“What kind of something?”

“I wanna try giving you a blowjob, if that’s okay?” Your cheeks flushed.

He blinked, surprised, and for a second you thought maybe you’d overstepped, but then a slow, crooked grin tugged at his mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes darkening. “You sure?”

You nodded, heart pounding. 

“Yeah. I wanna learn... Will you teach me?”

He exhaled like it physically pained him to hold back, reaching up to cup your cheek and kiss you again, this time deeper, more heated.

“Yes of course, baby,” he said against your lips. “I’ll show you everything.”

He lay back, undressing and then letting you settle between his legs. You glanced down, swallowing hard at the sight of him. He was thick, flushed, leaking at the tip. He was definitely bigger than you remembered from the first time, and that little flutter of nerves in your stomach returned.

“Start slow,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Don’t go straight in, use your hand first. Get used to it.”

You reached for him tentatively, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He let out a low groan the second you touched him, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck… Just like that, yeah,” he praised, hips barely twitching up. “You’ve got perfect hands, so fucking soft.”

You stroked him slowly, watching his reactions, learning what made his breath hitch and his thighs tense. When you leaned in, hesitating just before your lips touched him, he opened his eyes again.

“Start with your tongue,” he said gently, brushing a hand over your hair. “You don’t have to take a lot. Just go slow, get it wet first.”

You nodded, licking a shy stripe from the base up to the tip, pressing a little soft kiss to it before doing it again, feeling a little braver when he moaned your name.

“That’s it, baby. Shit… It feels so good. You’re so good.”

You wrapped your lips around the head, letting him in little by little, trying not to gag when you took it a little too far. He was patient, guiding your movements with soft praise and the occasional gentle tug in your hair.

“Don’t go too deep,” he said softly. “Use your hand on what you can’t fit. That’s it, fuck. Just like that. God, you’re such a quick learner.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and the sound he made was almost desperate.

“You keep doing that and I’m gonna lose it.”

You hollowed your cheeks, copying what you had seen when you had attempted to watch porn a while ago when you were desperate to get yourself off. You moved your hand in rhythm with your mouth, watching the way his stomach flexed under your touch. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his voice grew rougher, his hips bucking just the slightest. 

“Baby- Shit, wait.” He gently pulled your head back just before he was about to cum, even though his body clearly didn’t want to. “Don’t take it in your mouth.”

You blinked up at him, confused, your hand still moving.

He let out a breathy laugh, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“It doesn’t taste good. I don’t want that to be your first memory of this.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, but his tenderness made it melt into something warm and grateful.

“So what do I do?”

“Just your hand,” he said, voice tight. “Finish me off, just like you were doing. Fuck… you’re doing perfect. Best I’ve ever had.”

You stroked him faster, watching his face as his jaw clenched, his chest rising sharply.

“I’m gonna…” he groaned, eyes locked on yours. “Keep going- yeah, baby, fuck- just like that-”

He came with a hoarse moan of your name, spilling across his stomach and your hand, his muscles tight as a bowstring. You watched, completely mesmerised, as his whole body shuddered under you.

When he opened his eyes again, you were still staring, flushed, curious, a little breathless yourself. You reached out, hesitating for just a second, then dipped your finger into the mess on his stomach.

His brows lifted, surprised. 

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”

You shrugged with a small smirk. 

You brought your finger to your lips and tasted it, just a flick of your tongue, your face scrunched a little.

He laughed, low and warm. 

“Told you.”

“Yeah,” you said with a wrinkle of your nose. “Not my favourite.”

“But you’re my favourite.” He said, tugging you up toward him, guiding you to straddle his waist again. You lay down on him carefully, bare bodies pressed together, and he kissed your temple, nose, then lips.

“We better clean up.” You suggested, and Noah- still coming down from his orgasm- nodded with a lazy smile. 

“Yeah… Good idea.” 

You’d both cleaned up quietly, exchanging soft smiles and playful touches as you got dressed again. You were still a little shaky, your heart light and full as Noah grabbed his hoodie from the floor and tugged it over his head, running a hand through his messy hair. 

He glanced at you once he was dressed, that gentle, post-orgasm glow still in his eyes.

“You hungry?” he asked, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist. “I was thinking I could make us something.”

You looked up at him, pleasantly surprised. 

“You cook now?”

He chuckled. 

“I mean, I can make a sandwich. That counts, right?”

You smiled and nodded, letting him guide you downstairs to the kitchen. The house was quiet, his friends/roommates left for the party a couple hours ago. And you were definitely not regretting staying in, and you knew Noah wasn’t either. 

Noah opened the fridge and started rummaging through ingredients while you leaned against the counter, watching him with fondness in your chest you didn’t quite know what to do with.

“My parents are both away this week,” you said after a moment, your voice a little smaller than before. “Work trips.”

He glanced up, curious.

“Both of them?”

You nodded. 

“Yeah. They leave Sunday night. I’ll have the house to myself until Friday.”

Noah froze for a second, then closed the fridge and looked at you fully.

“So you’re gonna be here alone all week?”

You shrugged, trying to sound casual even though the truth tugged at your insides. 

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. I’m used to it. Just… don’t really like going back to being alone after we’ve spent time together, y’know?”

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes softening.

“You don’t have to be alone,” he said. “I can stay.”

Your heart skipped.

“Like, for dinner?”

“No,” he said with a soft chuckle, stepping closer again. “Like… there. With you. I can bring clothes, stay the whole week if you want? Keep you company.”

Your breath caught. 

“You’d do that?”

He nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, of course. You know I’d do anything for you… I mean, if you want me to. We could hang out, watch movies, order takeout. Sleep in the same bed.”

Your lips twitched into a small smile. 

“You wanna have sex on every surface in the house?”

“Eventually, yeah.” He smirked, “But I meant I just wanna be there with you. So you don’t feel alone.”

You smiled. There was something so sincere in his voice that it made your heart ache, and the look in his eyes was nothing short of pure love and care. 

“Okay,” you said softly. “Stay. Please.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then another to your lips, lingering there.

“I will,” he murmured. “Now sit your cute ass down and let me make you the best post sex- or… whatever we just did- sandwich you’ll ever have.”

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i've been doing this shit for years and i STILL cannot proof read my own smut without feeling weird LMAO

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"May you never forget me" First chapter

Song inspired title: May you never forget me by Temachii

Platonic! Dad!burning spice x Teenager!reader

Platonic! All x Teenager!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were the offspring of the saviour of change, having to watch how your life was quickly destroyed by the now beasts, you choosed to be different from your father.

Warnings: fluff, eventual angst, mayor character death, no beta read

Sorry for bad english, it isn't my natal language.

Word count: 6,9 k

You were the offspring of the saviour of change, Warming spice cookie.

You adored him with all your heart, since he was the light of your existence. Being baked in his shape by the witches in his request.

You were cooked by one of the most powerful witch, in where she used the finest ingredients for your dough and let it rest for 12 days until finally cooking you in the oven. When you were finally baked, she gave you to warming spice cookie as a baby to be taken care of.

From your earlier years you were very adored by him, being dotted at all hours of the day just for doing the simplest achievement.

You also were a lovely child, helping the cookies around you who were in a rush. Making you receive the praise of them, which you adored and always looked foward to.

From time to time, your father would tell you that you were going to be the Highness of the kingdom one day in the future, which always got you excited. You even made your own carboard crown so you could play to be the ruler with other cookies.

———

You were seated in front of your father, in the wooden table in front of you there were a lot of papers which your dad was reading attentively. You were swinging your legs in boredom, and your child-like curiosity made you wonder.

"What are you doing?" You asked innocently enough, looking awaitingly at your father who was now looking at you.

"I'm just reading reports about how our kingdom is doing my dear" He explained to you steadily.

"Our? Will it be mine someday?" You looked at him.

"Of course my spice, when you get older enough to completely understand my work and I get tired all this kingdom will be yours to reign" He said softly.

You excitedly stated loudly "Im going to be a Monarch!" While getting up from your chair to jump around the room, your father yous laughed to himself as he continued to read the kingdom's report.

———

You always wondered a lot about the things you didn't know as a child, following your dad wherever he went like a little duckling asking all the questions that only a child could have 'why is the sky blue' 'Why do cookies exist' and a lot more, which he always answered with what he knew. Sometimes laughing at the most dumbest ones and other times thinking for a few minutes before giving the best answer he could have thought of.

Warming spice cookie in his free time made you train with him, you didn't really like it but you did so anyway.

———

You were in the training room with your dad, you both were friendly fighting so you could level up your skills, yet something is clear, you were miserably failing.

You fell to the ground for the tenth time now, really exhausted. "Come on my spice" your dad said to you. "You have to keep training so you can become as strong and powerful as I am" You got up from your fall and grabbed the wooden sword once more, holding it towards him.

"I'm ready for another round!" You stated loud and clear.

"That's the spirit!"

———

Sometimes he left you in the hands of other saviour to take care of you, it was never a problem since they adored you and you loved them back.

Sparkling sugar cookie, the virtue of happines, she let you play in her paradise with other cookies around your age. Her personality was sweet like sugar and everytime you felt sad she would sing a song while playing tunes in her harp so you could calm down.

———

You were playing tag with another cookie, while you were running around the big playground in the paradise when you suddenly slipped on a branch, falling to the ground and scrapping your knee.

Your first instic was to cry loudly, which made Sparkling Sugar hurry to your side the second she heard your cries to try to calm you down.

"Don't worry sweetie, is just a rash, nothing serious" her calm words of reassurance didn't stop your sobs. "It hurts" You sobbed, Sparkling sugar seemed panicky then she remembered something "Hey, I just know what will make you feel better my sugar!" She grabbed her harp to start playing with it as she hummed a soothing song.

It was so mesmerizing that you stopped crying just to look at hear her singing, the tunes were hypnoticing and her voice was angelic, sparkling sugar smiled at that.

"Don't worry about that okey? I will take you to the infirmary to get that all patched up so you can feel better and play again" She said calmly to you as she still played the harp, the tunes being hypnoticing. "I would like to" You murmured, your voice still weak from before, yet you didn't feel sad anymore, you felt calm, serene.

———

Blueberry milk cookie, the virtue of knowledge, he was the owner of the spire of truth, where a very big library was always open for the public. He usually just looked over you making sure you didn't do anything dangerous or stupid as he worked around, telling you stories from time to time and showing you the greates books you ever had the fortune of reading.

———

"Another history!! Please?" You asked him with puppy eyes as you, blueberry milk just sighed "okay, just one more" "yay!" You started bouncing from one feet to another as he looked around the library, looking for a certain book to show you while you followed him from behind, your excitement showing trough your movements.

"I just know what you would like" he said, grabbing one of the book placed in one of the highest bookcase shelf.

He sat on the floor, motioning you to sit next to him, Which you did withouth thinking twice.

"Have you wondered about how the story of earthbread began?" He asked you while opening the book, you nodded at his words.

"I supposed, you always have been such a smart and curious cookie, my little genious" He praised you while he looked through the pages, which made you believe that you were even smarter than you actually were for a moment.

"Well, let's see" He said as he adjusted his glasses " The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling. When the World of Desserts was at its infancy. The Witches baked five Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.

The five Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the great creators-"

———

Platinum salt cookie, the virtue of solidarity, they were a knight who never let anyone down, usually when you were with them he teached you forms of how to fight. And they sometimes let you held their shining platinum sword. Which you absolutely loved.

———

You were watching Platinum salt cookie ad they fighted with that shinny sword, you always wondered, how it would be to hold it?

You got close to them, platinum salt stopping in their movements so they couldn't hurt you.

"What are you-?" They said as you touched the handle sword they were helding, while staying completely still. "I like swords, they look shiny"

Silver salt stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Have you ever thought of becoming a knight?" They asked you, you looked up to them, stopping holding the sword to start playing with your fingers "yes, no? I don't know, knights are cool" your answer made silver salt laugh.

"Don't worry my little knight, you will know your path when you get older and maybe we could train together someday." They said to you, which left you a little excited for the future.

———

And lastly Divine flour cookie, the virtue of volition, she was the founder of the Ivory pagoda, where a lot lf cookies went to wish their desires. You usually helped around the temple when you were with her.

———

You were sweeping with a broom every dirt you saw on the floors of the Ivory pagoda, which was very clean usually yet someone spilled some water on the floor and you knew how much responsabilities Divine flour has so you decided to clean it yourself.

While sweeping a figure came towards you from behind, you would have been startled yet you knew it was divine flour, her presence can be felt from miles away and you being close to her made you recognize her from far away.

"You don't have to do that my child" She stated calmly, insisting that you stop. "But I want to, this place is special" You insisted, making sure the floor was all clean.

"Why is this place special then my dear?" She asked calmly, wanting to hear your answer.

"Because you are here" The answer surprised her, making her smile warmling at you.

———

No matter how lovely a child is, they grow. Changing their habits and starting to act and look diferent and more mature, thats what happened to you.

You had grown up into a teenager, you were still very nice though your curious part of you has change into precation and maturity.

Currently you were in the spire of truth, reading a book in one of the many seats of the library, calmy looking through all the pages, a sense of calm and serenity washing all over you.

A smaller cookie approached you, looking at you curiosingly and doubt.

"Do you know where the child sector is?" The cookie asked, you just smiled at them.

"Yes, I do. Follow me" You got up from your chair, starting to walk towards the kids section while making sure the younger cookie didn't get lost.

You knew this place like the palm of your hand, having been here since you were a child made you know all the things in here and a lot of books in the place.

A few walks away and you two arrived. "Here we are, there are a lot of books. So make sure to not get too confused while choosing!" You said jokingly with a warm smile in your face watching as the small cookie got lost in the hundreds of book shelfs that were there.

Someone from behind you touched your shoulders, startling you and making you watch behind. "Blueberry milk cookie, don't scare me like that!" You exclaimed surprised, yet you didn't seem annoyed.

"Ah, that wasn't my intention to scare you" The saviour of knowledge stated to you, as calm as he always was, you wondered if he ever lost his composure.

Your thoughts were interrupted with his voice. "I saw how you helped that child, you know you don't have to do that right? It's my job" he commented to you.

You quickly answered "You work a lot around here, and it doesn't take a lot for me to help a bit. Also, the cookie came for help to me first. It's not polite to refuse to help them" You said calmly.

Blueberry milk cookie laughed at your answer. "You never change." He exclaimed with a smile. That phrase builded a questions in you. "What do you mean with that?"

He looked at you "Ever since you were a small cookie you helped around. I'm surprised you don't notice how helpful you are" He laughed a bit. Looking away at one of the windows.

"Warming spice is very strong and smart, yet when he first got you, you were very curious and It sometimes overwhelmed him so he usually left you here with me so I could take care of all your wonders, so I do know very well. I still can't believe how much you have grown since then" Blueberry milk looked at you warmly once again.

"Come on! Don't say that. You, the virtue of knowledge should know that cookies grow." You said, a little embarrased like if he was your parent showing you silly pictures of your childhood.

"I do" he said calmly. "I do very well, Spicy reader cookie" He looked away. This time not looking back at you.

"I have matters to do around here still, I guess the others would love to see you." Blueberry milk cookie said to you as a goodbye. Taking you off guard by how fast he left.

But you thought, he was right, you should visit one of the other saviour. Like divine flour cookie, she would love to see you.

You quickly went to find her in the ivory padora, the thousand stairs made you suffer but you didn't mind it that much since she was always there in the ivory pagoda if you were honest. Very few times you have seen her outside of that place.

You entered the holy place, finding a long line of cookies waiting to get their wishes fullfiled. Of course, this was what this place was all about.

Thankfully, due to knowing divine flour personally and usually helping around instead of praying for a wish you could enter withouth waiting in line.

You skipped through the cookies, most of them knew that you were here to help yet you sometimes heard a cookie mad for you skipping, how rude.

At the end of the line, there you saw her. Divine flour cookie. You quickly went to hug her. "Hello, my dear" She greeted you with serenity, yet you could sense her smile in her words, she started talking again "Why are you here my dear?" She asked curious. "I just wanted to see you" You stated calmly. "And to see if you needed help with anything." You added.

She seemed to be thinking about something for a moment before speaking once more. "You could see if the people from the praying rooms need something" She said to you "right away!"

———

A new kingdom has appeared, of course, thousands of new kingdoms appear everyday yet there is something new and especial about every single one of them that made you want to explore them.

You went to search for your dad, which was sitting on his throne. "Dad!" You called out to him. "Yes, my spice?" "There is a new kingdom, can we go see it?" You asked, your voice showing your exciment. "It's the third time this week" "but it is a new one!" Your dad sighed, seeming defeated. "Fine, I'll go with you" "yay!"

You both spent the next hours exploring the new kingdom you talked about, usually you both just looked through the markets but this time you both sat in a bench in front of a lake.

"Spicy reader cookie" "mm?" You looked at your father, yet he was staring straight to the lake.

"I'm proud of you" warming spice cookie stated out of the blue. "Of the cookie you have becomed, I mean" he added, you stayed silent, admiring the lake in front if you.

———

You were sitting in your bed while reading some newspaper as you hummed the song sparkling sugar teached you.

Lately your dad has been strange, everytime there is a new kingdom he doesn't accompany you to see it as he usually did before, but it doesn't matter, he must be tired and busy. He is a saviour after all. You just wished he would be free at least once, so you both could spent some bonding time.

Warming spice cookie has also been a lot more irritable, getting angry really easily and screaming at the servants and knights of the kingdom a lot. But you can only guess that he is stressed.

———

You walked through the halls of the palace you lived in, looking for your father in all places, just to find him in where you least expected him, in his throne.

You holded the door of the entrance with doubt, why was he here? He haves things to do. After all he is the light of change and the king in charge of this kingdom.

"Dad?" You called out to him as you approached him, he focused all of his attention on you. "There is a new kingdom, on the southern part actually, would you like to visit it with me? I heard they have pretty tasty food" You asked him, putting the best smile you could on your face to try to convince him.

"No" was the word that left his lips, it sounded cold, cruel. It left you in a state of confusion, did something happen that you didn't notice? "Uh, why not?" You said out loud, more of a wonder for you than a question yet he answered it. "I am busy, just go alone" warming spice cookie layed his head in his arms while showing a face of completely boredom.

It confused you even more. "But you aren't doing anything" You stated. Your words seemed to infuriate him. "Do you question what I do?" He snapped, you backed away out of surprise. "Me, your father? The light of change!" He got up from his throne to scream at you, making you squeal a little. "I... No! I just wondered..." You tried to say yet it came out as a mumble. With your hand you were hugging your form, as if that protected you in someway.

He got dead quiet at your answer, just to sit back at his throne like nothing happened. "Do whatever you want" He grumbled, his bored expression came back to his face. You quickly left the place to run back to your room, a little shaken up from the situation. Maybe he had a bad day. He seemed really mad after all, thats it...

Closing the door of your bedroom behind you, you threw yourself onto the bed. Hugging one of the pillows for comfort as you started sobbing. You wished that sparkling sugar was there, so she could play with her harp to calm you down.

You tried to hum the song she sings to you when you are sad, yet from your lips it only sounded like incoherent sobs.

———

You decided to go back to the spire of truth, this time mostly to see blueberry milk cookie since you needed advice.

Walking trough the doors into the big library you saw a lot of new books that you never saw before. 'This is interesting, change of plans' you thought as you got lost in the many halls of the library, opening the first book that catched your eye 'historic facts, hmm, this book might be entertaining!' You thought to yourself yet your expectation dropped when you found out that a lot of the facts in the book were, if not all, fake.

You should tell blueberry milk about this! He is surely overworked so he let a lot of these type of errors slip. You quickly went to search for him and tell him about the big error he let pass.

You found him in his counter as usual, he was sitting backwards, watching the big window that lead to the kingdom.

You interrumpted his calmness "hey, blueberry milk cookie?" He turned around to start looking at you. "Yes, my little lamb?" He said, with a wide smile.

"I found some books that have wrong imformation, that the entire thing is false." You informed him, just to receive a laugh in response.

"Oh, about that! I know about it, don't worry about it!" He explained to you as if that did it any better. "But, there are a lot of those" you tried to reason with him.

"Just leave it that way, a little lie doesn't hurt anybody " You felt your throath closen, yet you couldn't say anything really, he was the light of knowledge while you were the offspring of the light of change. Blueberry milk just knows better. "Fine, I guess..."

You left his counter withouth saying goodbye, too shocked to really say anything. But you guess he is right. Maybe by tomorrow he will go back to his senses and change all that nonsense.

———

Considering how down you have been feeling lately, you decided to visit sparkling sugar cookie, she doesn't really haves the best advice but she really knows how to calm you down.

Entering her paradise, you found a lot of the cookies looked all happy, but in a stramgely unnerving way. All having the same sense of satisfaction 'why is everybody looking like they ate too much candy' you thought to yourself. It doesn't matter really, maybe a big event that you wasn't aware of happened and now everybody is happy for that.

After a bit of looking, you found the person you were looking for. "Sparkling sugar cookie!" You called out to her, she looked at you with her bright pink eyes. Have them always been this bright?

"My sweetie!" She gushed, going to your side. "It's been soo long since I last saw you my swetie" She stated.

"I know, I'm sorry" you apologized. "I have been very worried lately, that's why I came here to see you, since you know. The harp and your voice" "Aw, thats soo sweet! But right now I'm a little lazy to sing but I can play some tunes for you if you want" she said to you with her voice sweet like sugar. To it seemed a little bit more deeper than last time you saw her, different from what you remember.

"Sure, I would like to" At your answer she made you both sit at one of the benches as she started to play the harp. It was mesmerizing, yet when you looked away from the harp and into Sparkling sugar something about her appearance was off, yet you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, you started to feel really happy, like you haven't had any of the worries you have had for the last couple of days. Which was strange since you did have and a lot. "Sparkling sugar?" "Hmm?" "I'm feeling really happy" You told her, she smiled at that.

"That is very good my sugar!" she said you. "After all, happiness is very important here, to always be happy" she said to you.

"If you stay here, you will always be happy! You won't have to even lift a finger and all of the rest of your life will be luxurious"

"I can't stay here, my dad-" "oh, don't worry about him! He doesn't and won't mind at all! After all he trusts me and he trust you to make the best choice for yourself, I am right?" She tried to convince "Yeah, I guess. But I stilll have a lot of things to do" you explained your reasons to not stay in the paradise, but sparkling sugar didn't really seem to care "You don't have to do them, I will have everything ready for you to stay here forever" she said while holding your hand, her hands were warm.

"No, I will go back home" you got up from you bench, a little confused as you left the place, Sparkling sugar cookie didn't really try to stop you yet you could feel how she seemed really irritated.

———

You walked home in silence, thinking about the conversation you had with Sparkling sugar over and over again, something was very wrong but everthing she said sounded just right.

You decided to ignore and forget, you had enough trouble with your dad being constantly angry to care about it.

The next days were similar, your dad being more demanding with the servants, knights and more importantly, with you.

You are afraid of talking to him since the slightest thing that ticks him off makes him extremely angry, is like being with a time bomb with no visible timer, you don't know when it's going to explode until the consequence of the explosion are shown.

So even though you felt bad you avoided your own father, trying to make shortcuts around your home just to avoid him.

Also, you just stopped visiting blueberry milk cookie after a while too. Everytime you went you just had a bad feeling in your gut that something was going to happen. So you just avoided the place altogether.

Same with Sparkling sugar, the last interaction scared you to your dough even if you didn't wanted to admit it since she didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted you to stay with her so you could be happy and you refused her very rude now that you think about it, so you feel bad.

And something strange happened with divine flour, just like the other you wanted to visit her but when you arrived to the Ivory Pagoda it was closed. Of course, Divine flour from time to time closes the Ivory Pagoda to take a break but she warns days before doing it. This time was withouth any type of warning or sign.

———

Walking trough the thousand stairs, you found yourself watching a closed altar, divine flour was no where in sight.

Outside there were a lot of angry cookies wanting to enter, to be able to pray for better and wish for goods.

You approached one of them. "Do you know why it is closed?" You asked, the cookie in front of you seemed really distressed "Nobody knows. There was no warnings, She just dissappeared." The cookie answered

"The Ivory Pagoda was completely shut down from inside out. So I guess divine flour is still inside. But there is no way to prove it, especially if no body can open the place."

You just looked at them with conflicted feelings "Thanks you for your honesty" You thanked them quietly, choosing to leave the place seconds after.

———

You were currently in silver salt's living room, usually you two trained together in order to get stronger but this time you were rambling to silver salt cookie about all the things that have been happening to you these past days while they prepared some tea for the both of you to drink.

"It is just soo strange! My dad have been very angry lately, I just can't have any normal conversation with him before he snaps, it is just so scary to talk to him" You explained to silver salt as best as you could. They placed a teapot and two cups in front of you in the table. Sitting beside you in the couch you were currently sitting on.

You spent the next minutes was you telling them your experiences with the other saviours, and the strange attitudes they have been having. They from time to time patted you on the back to give you comfort, listening attentively to you withouth saying any words.

Noticing their silence you stared at them, "Why aren't you saying anything?" You asked confused, then you sighed, looking straight ahead to the warm cup of tea in your hands. "Actually, I understand it, I wouldn't know what to say either..." you justified their actions. Taking the last sip before getting up from the couch.

"I should go home, I guess, Is getting late" you said with doubt while looking at the window. You walked to the door, opening it yourself.

"Goodbye" You said to him as you closed the door behind you. Not receiving an answer back. You ignored it, he must be as shocked as you are.

———

You felt dumb for not realising sooner, the signals were all over the place but you just decided to ignore or justify them, the way sparkling sugar wanted you to stay, how Blueberry milk wanted to lie a bit, how silent silver salt was, that the ivory pagoda was closed and more importantly, that your own father, warming spice cookie, was agressive towards you.

Once promised saviors, the five became twisted apostles of evil and brought only darkness and devastation. Their virtues becoming distortioned, Knowledge became Deceit, Volition became Apathy, Happiness became sloth, Change became destruction, and Solidarity became silence. But that wasn't the only thing that changed.

The cookies you adored since birth, the cookies that raised you since you left the oven for the first time changed too. Were replaced by shells of what they once used to be. You wanted to scream at them and reason with them, but you didn't want to become corrupted too. And you weren't that strong mentally to be able to decipher the manipulations of the now beasts before they got to your mind.

Ignoring your hurt feelings and broken heart you had to evacuate the entire kingdom as fast as you possibly could so there is the smallest amount of hurt citizens. As the next in charge of the kingdom you had the obligation to take care of the citizens, even from the own king or this time around, your own father.

You were currently in a Refugee camp, made out of neccesity, emergency and desperation. Though all the cookies in there including yourself made the pact to call it a safe haven so the younger cookies don't loose their hopes of survival and a the wish of a better future.

Holding tightly a weapon, you practiced your fighting skills a little. You were the child of the once light of change so you knew how to protect yourself and others. But you wanted to be able to protect your citicens and your kingdom if you had to fight face to face with one of the beast, at least even if you aren't strong enough to win you will be able to buy the citizen cookies some time to escape.

Even so there was something you couldn't fully grasp, the way the cookies glared at you and your sword. The whispers that paused when you got close. How weak the cookies sounded when they talked to you. And yet the younger cookies adored you, being close to you in the 'safe haven' at almost all times while the more older cookies were just soo strange. You just wished you knew what was the thing they disliked about you.

———

In the back of the emergency camp you could see a group of cookies in the furthest corner talking fast, yet no more loud than a mere whisper.

You choosed to eavesdrop it, making sure nothing was out of your control here "The supplies are getting lower and lower by the day! They are going to become scarce in just a few days" one of the cookies whispered, it's voice showing the desperation all in the place were trying to hide, you then opted to interrumpt the cookies.

"The supplies are getting low?" You asked calmly, yet with a serious face that didn't seem to unwaver. "Spicy reader" one of them gasped, but not in a good manner. "We were just wondering about how the supplies were! Please don't get mad at us" "And why would I get mad?" You asked, something that irked in the back of your mind until now told you all the answers you didn't wanted to hear.

But then an aching pain started in your heart. Is right, they are afraid of you. After all you are related to the now beast of destruction. They have every reason to distrust you and that makes you sad.

"Im not him" You quickly replied to your own question, not waiting for the cookies in front of you to answer. "Warmi- Burning spice cookie, I mean. You all can trust me" you tried to calm them down and ease their fears, However it didn't seem like your words calmed their worries about you completely they had no choice but to rely on you.

"We need supplies, all the cookies here do." One of them said worried. You listened intently to it and thought.

"We could do an expedition" You suggested after a bit of thinking "It's the only think we can do right now" You explained calmly.

"Of course, having a garden would be nice and it would bring food easily yet it requires time, work and a safe place we do not have as of now."

———

Later that day some of the strongest cookies including you packed some provisions and prepared everything to leave. You grabbed your weapon, holding it tight in your hand, hopefully you don't have to use it...

"Spicy reader cookie?" A shy child-like voice called out to you, when you looked the place where it came from. You found a young cookie, but wait... You know this cookie! They were the young cookie you helped at the library where blueberry milk cookie used to work at. How long ago was it?

"Please don't go! We need you here!" The child cookie cried out to you, your heart tightened yet you had already made a choice. "Hey, it's okay. Nothing will happen to me. I will go back here with you full of food, water and toys! Isn't that nice?" You said with a excited voice. Tho it didn't seem to calm the younger cookie.

"We have to go" One of the cookies called out to you, all of the ones that were going expeditioning were on the exit. The child tried to grab your hand yet you were faster to leave.

"I will come back, I promise!" You said to them as you left the 'safe haven'

———

Outside it was a mess, the kingdoms were utterly destroyed, the forest were devoid of nature and the worst thing to see, the lifeless body of thousands of cookies. You tried to close your eyes everytime you saw one.

You were currently in a forest that hasn't saw the horror of devastation yet, grabbing the fruits from the trees and putting them in a basket was all you did.

The chirping sound of a bird called your attention, it has been soo long since you saw a bird or animals in general! You got away from the group, ready to pet the bird.

When close enough to the bird you kneeled in front of it, holding your arms out to it, trying to touch it, The bird let you pet them. It felt soft, you felt calm for once in a long time, your multiple thoughts being reduced to the state of calmness you were currently in.

"What is that?" You heard one of the cookies squeal from far away, making you realice weren't currently in a safe place. Then you heard the sound of slicing from behind you, then screams of agony that were quickly turn into dead silence in the fraction of mere seconds.

The bird was quick to fly off, leaving you alone with a sense of dread.

"That was... soo boring!" You heard a masculine voice roar full of boredom, a voice you fully knew to who it belonged.

You quickly grabbed your weapon, holding it tight as you were full of fear, yet determination.

"Father!" The scream made burning spice cookie to turn it's head to look at you, you holded your sword upright towards him.

"This is wrong, very wrong" you said, trying to keep your voice as neutral. But he was your father and he knew you too well to know that you were having very conflicted feelings. "Stop, for what? Nothing changed for thousands of years, so I did something to change the path myself" He explained, you didn't recognize the person who was in front of you, you didn't recognized your father in any shape from long ago.

"Warming spice-" You said, quickly realicing your error and stopping your tracks, Burning Spice cookie looked at you with more hatred, yet for some reason he didn't attack you yet.

"My spice, you are betting for the losing team" He started with. "You could join us, the beasts. You will be strong, the strongest cookie between all of these weaklings." "So Spicy Y/n, will you join me,?" The thought of ever being by their side made your stomach churn.

"Remember how excited you got when you were youngef thinking about becoming the next ruler, do you want to give up that dream now?"

Listening to his proposal, that wouldn't be so bad, But... what are you thinking? You are just griefing about the past and how things used to be before "I... Can not..." You said between breaths, more slowly than you should have due to the shock, but you quickly recomposed yourself.

All of those cookies that would be alone and afraid with another threath...

"I will fight for us to go back to normal, even if I crumble in the process" You stated with pure determition, looking at burning spice cookie eyes, the hold of your weapon was more secure now. Your answer seemed to irritate yet awaken something in Burning spice you couldn't decipher.

You took the first strike, trying to hit him with you weapon yet he dodged it, he then tried to slice you with his axe like weapon. you barely managed to dodge it, But you did and you weren't going to back down any time soon.

For the next minutes you both fighted, one for a greater good and the other just for the thrill, but it was obvious who was the stronger one.

As time passed you have got more tired and weak, beong more reckless and slow in your movements too. But you can't give up now, not when you are soo close of winning...

Burning spice cookie threw his axe at you, you were going to dodge it but you could only gasp when you felt your jam blood start to paint your hands.

"D-dad?" You mumbled real shaky, as you instantly fell to the ground due to the pain. Something flashed in burning spice eyes, Something you recognized.

"Spicy reader cookie!" He screamed at you, more desperate. His voice wasn't as sweet and calm as warming spice's cookie was but it wasn't like the last time you heard it. It was... something in the middle of corruption and pureness.

Burning spice cookie kneeled to your side, yet he didn't touch you nor tried to heal you. "I thought that you were... stronger..." Burning spice cookie said with a conflicted voice. That made you uneasy "I should have trained to be stronger back then, so you and I wouldn't have ended like this..." you cried out, already feeling.

He seemed taken aback, but he quickly got up from where he was, watching as you slowly stopped breathing until your heart wasn't beating anymore. Not doing anything to help you change your fate, yet not willing to let you go.

"I'm sorry" a voice that sounded like warming spice said to you, in your last moments you got esctatic to be able to hear it one more time. "Warming spice cookie? I'm so glad I can hear you once more dad!" You said your last words with a cracky voice, that showed your happy sorrows, your eyes red from crying showing the brightest joy he has ever seen in a while from you, and the last.

You died believing that your dad finally got back to his senses even if it was through your death, which you would have been happy if that was like it, but it wasn't. Your death showed a very vulnerable piece of him that burning spice would never want to admit, and finally seeing you gone made him yet weaker, fall even more into the depths of darkness.

He was weak from the fight, since you took a lot of power out of him, but he feels a regret he doesn't know he will be able to repair, but yes to numb. How? Destroying everything that once reminded him of you.

———

After your death was announced burning spice was full of energy yet at the same time he was utterly heartbroken, while the other beasts were mad, completely mad and repeled and disgusted by Burning spice cookie. Causing a rift between all of the beast, to which in consequence made them constantly fight eachother, making them weak, mentally and physically.

The witches took advantage of their weak state due to the loss of a loved one. Caging the beast and sealing them far away from any cookies they could hurt. planting the seed of the Silver Tree around their cages to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast-Yeast.

Your name was deleted from history books, your appearance was forgotten, everything that you once said or did was destroyed beyond repair or removed, Everything you once were was gone. Only being remembered as the unnamed dead offspring of the beast of destruction. Everything was forgotten about you, except one thing. Your sacrifice.

You died by the hands of your own father, who has fell under the dark ways of corruption, and instead of taking the easy way and joining him you choosed to fight for the greater good. Which led to the beasts to be finally weakened enough to be put in their silver cage even if that lead to your innevitable death.

The witches knew one thing that the cookies did not, you were deserving of life. You did everything right in your life, your only wrong doing was being the child of a beast. So the witch that baked you knew one thing. You deserved a second chance, a rebirth. So you could live another life and this time have a happy ending.

But when? The witch decided you were going to be rebaked the moment you were found a worthy caretaker. Someone you could look up to and who wouldn't fall into the depths of darkness. Only when someone like that was found, you would be rebaked one more time.

Notes: It got a little lazy at the end, ignore it, I has to rewrite the whole Eternal dugar part since I wrote it a little before the update and I got tired due to that.

Also, there isn't really a lot of information about how were the beasts before corruption so i did my best. I also made Silent salt cookie gender neutral since I don't know their gender.

Comments, likes and reconstructive criticism are highly appreciated!

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Nerves

LOONA Chuu x Male Reader

Genre : Blowjob, Titjob, Quickie, Breeding

3791 words

Chuu messaged you to come accompany her at her waiting room as she was alone there feeling nervous for her performance. Though, her method to calm her nerves seems to be rather unique.

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Chuu's eyes were wide with lustful anticipation, her lips quivering slightly as she gazed up at you. Her delicate hands gently caressed the outline of your growing erection through your pants, her fingers tracing the length of it with a feverish eagerness. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting you, feeling the warmth and power of your manhood fill her to the brim.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a sweet symphony of desperation, "let me show you just how good I can make you feel." With that, she began to unbuckle your belt with trembling hands, her eyes never leaving yours, seeking the permission that she so desperately craved.

The sound of the zipper being drawn down filled the room with a tantalizing promise, and she wasted no time in freeing your cock from its confines. It sprang forth, proud and erect, and she took a moment to admire it before leaning in to show you just how much she truly meant her words.

"Look at how plump and soft my lips are," Chuu whispered seductively, her gaze flicking up to meet yours as she puckered her lips into a tantalizing pout. "They are like the gates to paradise," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned closer, allowing the warmth of her breath to caress the tip of your cock.

She parted her lips slightly, revealing a hint of pink tongue that danced in invitation. "They're made to kiss, to suck, to worship every inch of you," she continued, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate in your very core.

She stared at you adorably, her expression a tantalizing blend of innocence and desire that made your heart race and your cock throb even more. Her eyes pleaded for you to let her have her way, to let her show you just how much she appreciated your arousal.

"I promise, I'll make sure you never forget the feeling of my mouth on you," she breathed.

The sight of Chuu's adorable smile and the sound of her playful giggle sent a shiver down your spine as she leaned in to make contact with the sensitive tip of your cock. Her soft, wet tongue darted out, tracing a delicate path along your shaft, her eyes never leaving yours as she watched for your reaction. The first few licks were like electric currents, setting every nerve in your body alight with pleasure.

You couldn't help but gasp as she began to explore you, her touch as gentle as a butterfly's kiss yet as arousing as a lover's caress. Each flick and swirl of her tongue brought you closer to the edge, and the feel of her hot breath against your skin was almost too much to bear. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and satisfaction, knowing that she had you right where she wanted you—under her spell, at her mercy, and utterly devoted to the exquisite sensations she was crafting with her mouth.

With a sultry smile, Chuu lowered her gaze, her eyes shimmering with a newfound sense of submission. "I'm yours to fuck" her voice a soft caress that sent a thrill through you. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each shallow intake, and then she opened her mouth wider, revealing the warm cavern of her throat.

"Use me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck my mouth like you own it."

Her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, yet she remained steadfast in her degradation, eager to please. She waited, her mouth poised and ready, for you to take the reins and show her just how deep she could take you, how much she could handle. Her tongue darted out to lick the underside of your shaft, a silent appeal for you to accept her self-debasement and claim her mouth as your own.

With a primal growl, you gave in to the temptation, your hand wrapping around the back of Chuu's head, guiding her to take the head of your cock between her plush lips. Her eyes widened with delight, sparkling with a mix of excitement and submission, as she eagerly began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.

"Geughhh....Nghhh......Ahaha......Mmph...."

Her giggles reverberated around your length, the vibrations adding an unexpected yet incredibly arousing dimension to the sensations she was creating. She took you deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to take more of you in, her eyes never leaving yours, as if seeking approval with every inch she engulfed.

Each time you hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly, only to recover with a muffled moan that seemed to vibrate straight to your balls, making you throb with desire. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, urging you closer, her mouth a wet, warm haven of pleasure that you found yourself lost in. Her submission was absolute, her eyes glazed with lust as she focused solely on pleasing you, her small laughters turning into moans of pure, unadulterated bliss. You could feel your climax building, her mouth working you closer and closer to the edge with every bob of her head, her sweet demeanor echoing through your mind.

"Shit, I'm gonna ruin your face."

As you felt the warmth of your release building, Chuu's eyes grew even more eager, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's as she prepared to receive your cum. With a final, powerful thrust, you let go, your hot seed spurting forth in thick ropes that painted her face with your essence. She squealed with glee, her eyes lighting up as she felt the warmth of your cum hit her cheeks, her nose, and her mouth.

Then, with a playful smirk, she let the rest of your cum coat her features, making a kissy face as strands of it clung to her lashes and trickled down her chin. Her tongue darted out, eagerly lapping up any stray drops, savoring the taste of you as she reveled in the satisfaction of having served her purpose so well. Her cheeks were stained with your cum, and the sight of her like this—so eager, so submissive, so utterly devoted to your pleasure—was almost too much to handle. You watched, breathless, as she licked her lips and swallowed, her eyes sparkling with joy and satisfaction.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Chuu reached up to wipe away the remaining traces of your cum from her lips with a delicate finger, smearing it across her cheek as she spoke. "These aren't the only lips that need your cum," she said, her voice dripping with desire.

"Before you get to my kitty, I'm going to make you cum again." She leaned back on her heels, her knees still spread wide before you, and gently began to tug at the hem of her shirt.

Lifting it up, she revealed her ample breasts, the pink tips of her nipples already hard and begging for attention. With a seductive smile, she guided your still-throbbing cock down to her chest, pressing it against her soft, warm flesh. "Let me show you what else I can do," she whispered.

The feeling of your cock nestled between Chuu's soft, warm breasts was indescribable. Her delicate skin enveloped you in a cushion of pleasure, and she looked up at you with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Does it feel good? Do you like having these soft pillows massaging your juicy cock?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper. She waited for your response, her chest rising and falling with each eager breath she took. You could only nod your approval, the words lost in the thick of desire that clouded your thoughts.

Encouraged, she began to squeeze her breasts together, her hands sliding over the smooth mounds of flesh to create a tight tunnel for your cock to slide through. The friction was heavenly, the softness of her skin contrasting with the firmness of her grip as she started to move her chest up and down, creating a rhythm that had you groaning with each stroke. Chuu's eyes never falters, her gaze a mix of innocence and hungry desire, sending shivers down your spine.

"Keep going. You're doing so well, Chuu. Fuck, they're so soft."

You urged her to continue, unable to form coherent words as she worked her magic. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, the sight of your cock sliding between them sending waves of pleasure through your body. She giggled, the sound music to your ears, as she watched the effect she was having on you. The warmth of her breath tickled the sensitive skin of your shaft, only adding to the intense sensations that were building within you.

With a pout that could make even the most stoic of hearts melt, Chuu looked up at you with a face that was the very picture of a sad kitten's, her eyes filled with longing and hope. "Baby," she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper, "cum on my tits. I want to feel your hot, sticky love all over me." The vulnerability in her eyes was undeniable, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had been burning there moments ago.

"Fuck, Chuu, I'm cumming so hard," you groaned, the words ripped from your chest as the intensity of your orgasm grew. Her breasts, a warm and inviting cushion, bobbed with each pulse of your cock, the friction pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With a final, guttural roar, you released your load, the warm juice spurting out and coating her soft mounds with your seed. She squealed with excitement, her eyes lighting up like stars as she felt the warmth of your climax against her skin. The white, thick liquid dripped down her chest, painting her in your essence, a visual testament to the power of your desire. She looked up at you with a face flushed with satisfaction, her eyes sparkling with joy as she watched you come undone in her hands.

The door to the waiting room may or may not have been locked, but in the heat of the moment, the outside world didn't matter. With an animalistic hunger, you grabbed Chuu by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the cold floor, her legs splaying open in a silent invitation that made your pulse race even faster. Her eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across her features as she looked up at you, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

You couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a swift tug, you pulled Chuu's skirt up, revealing her drenched panties. The sight of her glistening wetness made your cock twitch, reminding you that she was just as desperate for your attention as you were for hers. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of shyness and excitement as she watched your reaction. A soft whimper escaped her as she realized the extent of her own need, her wetness clearly visible through the fabric.

Without a word, you hooked your fingers into the waistband and slid her panties away, exposing her slick pussy to the cool air. She was so wet, so ready for you, and the sight of it had your cock standing at full attention once more. Chuu's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, but she didn't protest, instead, she leaned back, her body arching slightly in silent invitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she spread her legs wider, offering herself to you completely.

"We don't have much time," Chuu panted, her eyes filled with a desperate need. "Fuck me hard and fast, breed me deep," she begged, her voice strained with urgency. Her legs trembled with anticipation, her slick pussy glistening with desire.

You didn't need any more encouragement. With a feral growl, you positioned yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her wet folds. She gasped as you pushed into her, filling her in one swift, powerful stroke that made her back arch off the floor.

Her tight, velvety walls clamped down on you, her moan a mix of pleasure and pain as you began to pound into her with an unbridled passion. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her breasts bouncing with the force of your movements. Chuu's nails dug into the floor as she tried to hold on, her eyes never leaving yours as you claimed her over and over again. Her pussy clenched around you, eager to feel the full brunt of your release.

With each deep, penetrating thrust, Chuu's hands found their way to her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as she moaned in ecstasy.

"Harder, baby," she begged, her voice a mix of sweetness and lust. "Your cock feels so good inside me. Fuck me like you own me!" Her words were punctuated by gasps of pleasure as she continued to play with her sensitive peaks, her breasts bouncing with every collision of your hips against hers. Her praises grew more fervent as you complied, pounding into her with a newfound intensity.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!" she chanted, her voice growing hoarser with each passing moment. "You're so big, so strong, so perfect." Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in deeper, urging you to claim her fully, to leave your mark on her very soul.

"Someone might see," you whispered, your voice a dark promise in the quiet room, "and they'll know what a filthy little slut you are, taking it like this." Chuu's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around you as the idea of being caught filled her with a thrill that was almost too much to handle.

"Do you like that, baby?" you asked, your voice low and gruff, your eyes dark with desire. She could only nod again, her body trembling beneath you as you continued to pound into her. "Say it," you demanded, your voice a command that she couldn't resist. "Say you like being a slut for me."

With a whine of pleasure, Chuu looked up at you, her eyes glazed with passion. "I like it!" she moaned, her voice barely audible, "I like being your slut, your little fucktoy for everyone to see." The words seemed to spur you on even more, your thrusts growing harder and faster.

"Good girl," you murmured, leaning down to kiss her deeply, your tongues dancing together as your hips continued their relentless rhythm.

"Oh god, your cock is so amazing," Chuu moaned, her voice thick with desire. "It feels like it's made just for me." She bucked her hips up to meet your every thrust, her pussy tightening around you with every movement.

"Fuck me harder, baby, I want to feel all of you," she urged, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Your cock is so big and thick, it stretches me out perfectly." Her words pushing you closer to the edge of reason. You could feel her nails digging into your back, urging you deeper, faster, harder, her lithe body arching to meet yours with an eagerness that was intoxicating.

"I'm your fucking whore," she gasped, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Use me, fill me up with your hot, sticky cum. Make me have your babies." Her pleas grew more intense, her voice a symphony of filthy praise that fueled your desire.

With a particularly deep and forceful thrust, you hit the spot inside Chuu that sent her spiraling over the edge. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, a scream threatening to escape her throat. Instinctively, your hand shot out, covering her mouth to muffle the sound as she convulsed around your cock.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum!" she screamed when your hand retracts slightly.

You felt her body tighten around you, her muscles clenching as she climaxed, her pussy pulsing with the force of her orgasm. The feeling was overwhelming, pushing you closer to the brink. Chuu's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking with pleasure as she bit down on your hand, trying to keep the sounds of her passion contained. Her cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink, the veins in her neck standing out as she gasped for air, her eyes squeezed shut as if trying to hold onto the sensation for just a moment longer. Her legs wrapped around your waist even tighter, urging you to keep going, to never stop.

Despite her desperate need for silence, the urge to shout out her name was almost too much to resist. But you remained steadfast, your hand pressing firmly against her mouth as you continued to pound into her, eager to reach your own peak of pleasure.

"Yes.... keep going..... Huh, why did you....? "

With a soft whine of protest, Chuu's body went slack as you withdrew, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her. But before she could even catch her breath, you flipped her over onto her stomach, her cheek pressed against the cold, hard floor. She looked back at you with a mix of surprise and excitement, her eyes glazed over with lust as she felt the tip of your cock nudging at her swollen, sensitive pussy once again.

"OH SHIT!"

You didn't give her time to recover, slamming back into her with a force that made her cry out into the her hand that continued covering her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head again, and she bit down hard to keep from screaming as you claimed her from behind, your hips smacking against her ass with a rhythmic, almost punishing force. Her body jolted with each thrust, her breasts bouncing against the floor beneath her, her pussy gripping you tightly as she felt the beginnings of a second climax building within her. The room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together. Despite her exhaustion, Chuu's hips began to move in time with yours, pushing back to meet each and every one of your powerful strokes.

As you continue to ravish Chuu's pussy from behind, you gripped on her shaking tits tightly, rolling and pinching her nipples in time with your thrusts. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her hand is now a fist, pressing her mouth to the floor to block the sounds of her ecstasy. The sensations are too intense, her body a writhing mess of pleasure beneath you. You feel her pussy start to tighten, the sign of another impending orgasm. You reach down and give her clit a gentle squeeze before swiping your thumb over the sensitive bud. Her body jerks, and her silent scream is the sweetest sound you've never heard.

Your pace quickens, her hand clamps down even harder over her mouth, her knuckles white with the effort to contain the sounds that want to escape. A fine spray of spit forms between her lips as she fights the urge to scream out your name, the pleasure too intense to hold back. Her body shaking with the force of her approaching climax.

"I'm gonna cum so much. I'm gonna fill you up until you're leaking out my cum, Chuu."

The room seemed to shake with the force of your combined release, your bodies moving as one as you both reached the peak of ecstasy. Chuu's pussy clenched around you, her entire body tensing as she was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm of her life. Her eyes wide open, and she let out a muffled scream of pleasure, her nails scratching at the floor beneath her. Your cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her to the brim with your end product, marking her as yours. You held onto her tightly, feeling the warmth of your seed spill into her, the sensation sending you spiraling over the edge with her.

Together, you both shuddered and quivered, your orgasms merging into one, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Your cock throbbed, each pulse sending waves of pleasure through your body, as Chuu's pussy milked you for every last drop.

For a brief moment, you were lost in the haze of passion, the world around you fading away as you both reveled in the most primal of connections. And then, slowly, the haze lifted, leaving you both panting and exhausted, but utterly satisfied. Your cock finally slipped from her clenching walls, leaving a trail of cum that dripped down her thighs.

With shaky hands, you reach down to pull up Chuu's panties, sliding them over her trembling thighs and up to her waist, sealing in some of your cum and wetness of her freshly fucked pussy. Her legs shake as she stands, unsteady on her feet, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride in knowing that you've left her in such a state of euphoria.

You grab a handful of tissues, gently wiping the excess cum from her cheeks and legs, her blush deepening as she looks down at the evidence of this session. With a soft smile, you help her straighten her skirt, pull down her shirt and smooth her hair, her eyes never leaving yours. Even with the urgency of her impending performance, there's a moment of intimacy that hangs in the air.

"You're such a good girl," you praise, your voice filled with affectionate dominance as you pat her ass, watching the way she jumps slightly at the touch. She giggles, the sound light and airy, a stark contrast to the heavy breaths that still echoed in the room. "Now, go show them what my naughty little slut can do on stage."

With a final kiss to her forehead, you release her, watching as she sashays out of the room, the sway of her hips mesmerizing. Her heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves, but the feeling of your cum inside her, the memory of your cock claiming her so thoroughly, gives her the confidence she needs to take the stage with a seductive smile. She knows that she's yours, that she's been thoroughly used and enjoyed, and there's something incredibly freeing about that.

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet room, surrounded by the lingering scent of sex and the echo of her whimpers. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, knowing that you've got to clean up and get ready to watch her perform. But the grin on your face is unshakable, the memory of her pleading eyes and the feeling of her tight pussy around your cock etched into your mind forever. You can't wait for the next time you'll have her begging for more, her mouth open and eager to serve.

[swivi]

A NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY

This will have around 10 parts if I have enough motivation

(Where Wanderer, {{name}} and Durin reunite.) I tried to make this genderfluid and please be warned I forced myself to write this because I wanted them to interact again..which means there might be mistakes since I'm tired from my exams.

When Wanderer and {{name}} heard about Durin's transformation into a human, they both had mixed reactions. {{name}} was excited, practically begging Wanderer to go to Mondstat while Wanderer was silent. Even tho he looked blank on the outside Wanderer's thoughts were all over the place. He felt happy but also worried for Durin.

It took about two days to convince Wanderer with the help of Nahida, and finally, the two were allowed to go to Mondstat to visit Durin. When they first arrived, {{name}} was looking around in excitement, dragging him around the city to look around, while Wanderer only sighed in annoyance. This continued for a few minutes before he had enough.

"You do remember that we came here for something else, right? Or did you get sidetracked again." His words were laced with annoyance and impatience which seemed to catch {{name}} attention. A smirk played on their lips as they took the chance to tease him.

"So you do miss him? I knew some part of you missed Mini Durin." This seemed to catch Wanderer's attention as he scoffed, quickly denying it.

"What are you on about? I'm just here because you dragged me to this stupid city.." Wanderer grumbled under his breath, turning his head to the side. This made {{name}} amused, but before they could tease him anymore, a voice caught there attention. {{name}} and Wanderer turned around just in time before they were smacked over by a force, a small grunt leaving their lips.

It all happened in a blur one second two voices that sound familiar to the Traveler and Paimon called out to them, then the next second, they were on the floor with someone hugging them. {{name}} took the time to recover while Wanderer glared at the source, only to pause. The boy who knocked them down looked no younger than 13. His red eyes clashed with Wanderer's as the two had a stare off before Paimon's voice pulled them from their thoughts.

"Oh no, Durin, are you okay? Quick Traveler Albedo's gonna kill us if Durin gets injured..he just woke up a day ago. Didn't he say something about him needing time to stabilize..oh my god-" The Traveler covered Paimon's panicked murmurs with their hand, sighing to themselves before they could speak {{name}} wrapped their arms around Durin with a smile, pure excitement in their face.

"This is Durin now? Oh my archons..hes so cute, Wanderer look!" They exclaimed in excitement, turning to Wanderer, who only remained silent the entire time, watching the scene with a blank look before he sighed.Durin, however, was excited, staring up at him expectantly.

"Hatguy, look! I'm human now, just like everyone." Durin turned around, showing off his new human form. His hair was a light shade of purple, two black horns peaking from his head. His red eyes that now shinned with excitement, staring up at him expectantly. His clothes consisted of a simple white shirt that looked a little too big for him, making him look even more adorable. {{name}} looked seconds away from crushing him, their hold on him tight as they complimented him left and right.

"You guys are gonna make a scene if this continues." Wanderer complained, standing up with a sigh before brushing off his clothes. After a few seconds, the two also got off the ground, but there was something wrong with Durin. His once excited look now looked gloomy as he stared up at the Wanderer with sad eyes.

"Did you not miss me, Hat guy?" The sad look in his eyes seemed to make Wanderer pause, his expression softening slightly before he crossed his arms with a sigh.

"Good to see you too, I guess.." His voice was calm yet held a slightly gentle tone in it that seemed to make Durin perk up slightly, his bright smile returning. Before he could speak {{name}} but in,

"Don't mind Wanderer.. we both missed you, that's why we are here, right Wanderer? Are you okay now? Have you eaten? You're not hurt, right?""

Their voice was filled with relief and happiness as they doted on Durin, who seemed to smile even more, nodding along with their questions.

The Traveler and Paimon watched the domestic scene before Paimon turned to whisper,

"Don't they look like a family, Paimons so happy for them.." The Traveler agreed with a small smile, before glancing at Wanderer who was silent the entire time. His chest felt tight for some reason making him even more overwhelmed..why did he feel so happy? The Wanderer's thoughts were in a jumble before {{name}} waved their hands over his face with a concerned smile.

"Teyvat to Wanderer? Oh, you're alive.. The Traveler and Paimon proposed that we spend time with Durin today and since he doesn't have proper clothes yet.. we should definitely go shopping." Their excitement made Wanderer roll his eyes before he glanced over at Durin, who looked just as excited at the thought of spending time together.

"Can we, Can we!?" Durin looked up at him expectantly, his small black wings flapping slightly in excitement, making Wanderer pause, making a mental note to himself about them. After a few convincing words, he sighed in annoyance.

"You! Fine... just don't run off." *He grumbled before grunting at the feeling of someone grabbing his hand. He looked down in annoyance at seeing Durin before sighing silently, following him. {{Name}} was just as excited, holding Durin's hand as they walked around. To the folks in Mondstat city, they looked almost like family.

A young boy walking with his parents. What a sweet sight.

[loves0phelia]

Hello!

I got another idea which may be a little sad (but it is okay we can handle it)

Since we all know about Matt's super senses I was thinking of a scenario where he discovers that reader has a heart problem

Hope you consider and like the idea!

❤

Unsteady Rhythm

Summery: The request (maybe more fluffy than anticipated)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: heart condition, grammar mistakes.

A/N: Thank you for requesting and once again I'm sorry it took so long for me to write, hope you enjoy regardless xx

Matt didn’t mean to notice it. Not at first.

You were curled up on his couch, legs tucked beneath you, and talking about your long day at work. Telling him about the various events of your day. He was listening to your every word until his attention drifted to something else. 

The rhythm of the noise made his brow tighten.

Your heart was… off.

He didn’t say anything at first. Maybe it was just the way you were sitting, maybe you'd had too much coffee again.. Your heartbeat often changed rhythm —when you were excited, tired, anxious or even just when you were in his presence. He knew every variation.

But this? This wasn’t one of those situations.

There was a flutter. A soft pause that didn’t sound like it belonged. Then a jolt—like your heart realized it missed a step and tried to catch up.

Once. Then again. And again.

“…Matt?” Your voice brought him back.

You were watching him now, head tilted. He hadn’t answered the question you’d asked.

He wet his lips, sitting up straighter. "Say something again."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Uh… okay. What should I say?”

“Anything,” he said.

“Are you okay Matt? Did my day at work sound that atrocious?” You paused, then smiled nervously with a small giggle.

But he wasn’t smiling.

He leaned in slightly, tilting his head as if trying to catch a sound beyond the wall. But the sound was right here— in you.

He heard the beat again. Your heart was beating too slow. and then in a second it was beating too fast. It made his stomach twist.

“…Have you been feeling okay?” he asked, voice lower now.

“Yeah. I mean—tired, I guess. Nothing too bad you know? Just life.” You blinked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he gently took your wrist, fingers brushing your pulse point.

“What is it?” you asked again, your smile slipping. “Matt?”

“Your heart,” he said quietly. “It’s not right.”

You pulled your hand back like you’d been burned.

“I—what? Matt, come on.”

“I can hear it,” he said, sharper now. “The beat’s irregular. It’s been skipping since you came in.”

You stood up, folding your arms across your chest.

“You’re being dramatic,” you muttered. “It’s just stress. I’ve been dealing with some palpitations. It’s not—it's not serious.”

“Have you seen a doctor?”

Silence.

“Have you seen a doctor?” he repeated, more firmly this time.

“No,” you said, looking away. 

“Why not?” Matt stood now too, towering beside you, his expression somewhere between fear and frustration. 

“Because I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You think that doesn’t scare me?” His voice cracked at the end, jaw clenched. “You think I haven’t lost enough already?”

That stopped you..

“I hear a thousand heartbeats a day. And yours—yours—is the one I tune in to without even trying. So when it changes, I know. I can feel it. Like it’s warning me something is wrong.”

Your throat tightened.

“…Matt—”

“You can’t hide this from me,” he whispered. 

He reached out again, slower this time, and you let him. His fingers laced with yours, his thumb brushing your pulse again. He was listening. He always was.

“I just didn’t want to be… a burden, I don't want to complain about small stuff like this when you go through so much more every day.” you whispered.

“You’re not.” His voice was firm now. “You’re never a burden. You’re mine. And if something’s wrong, I need to know. I need you to let me help you.”

You nodded slowly, a tear sliding down your cheek. He caught it with his thumb.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I’ll go to a doctor.”

…

It had taken less than twelve hours for Matt to make the appointment happen.

You weren’t sure if it was Catholic guilt or pure Murdock-level stubbornness that made him so relentless, but by morning he’d found a walk in specialist, cleared his schedule, and insisted on going with you to the clinic.

The air was sharp with antiseptic, cold and sterile in a way that made your nerves jangle. You hated waiting rooms. Hated the white noise hum. Hated your own heart most of all for being the reason you were here.

Matt hadn’t let go of your hand once.

His thumb moved slowly over your knuckles as you waited but his attention was elsewhere like he was still listening. Like he couldn’t stop.

“Please stop worrying so much,” you begged silently.

“Im sorry, sweetheart” He lifted your knuckles to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss.

When your name was finally called, you stood up too fast. The world tilted slightly. Matt’s arm was there in a flash, steadying you without a word.

He didn’t come into the exam room at first—respecting your privacy—but the minute the doctor stepped out, Matt slipped in like a shadow.

You were sitting on the edge of the exam table, paper crinkling beneath you, heart pounding in your chest like a warning drum.

The doctor returned soon after. She ran an electrocardiogram, took blood, scheduled an echo for the following week and gave you a portable heart monitor to wear for 48 hours.

“You’re not dying,” the doctor said gently as she handed you medical papers and you felt Matt's shoulder relax drastically. “But this isn’t something to ignore. Your rhythm is irregular enough that I’d like to rule out early signs of arrhythmia. But we’re catching it early so there is nothing to worry about.”

You nodded, absorbing it like a punch to the stomach. 

…

That night, he didn’t go on patrol.

You didn’t ask him not to. He just didn’t.

You fell asleep around midnight, monitor leads still attached to your skin.

Matt sat in silence across the room at his desk, laptop open, glasses off, headphones in.

He wasn’t listening to case files.

He was researching deep into medical websites, looking up diagnoses, remedies and even interviews with people who had your condition. Mapping it all out like a case.

You stirred later in the night around 2 and saw the blue glow of the screen. Heard the soft sound of keyboard clicking. Watched him with his brow furrowed, hair a mess from running his hands through it over and over.

“Matt,” you murmured, voice hoarse, “come to bed.”

He didn’t look up. “I will. Just give me a few more minutes.”

“…You’re trying to solve me like I’m a case.” you sighed.

That made him stop.

He finally looked over, and for a moment, he felt guilty.

Then he crossed the room, sat beside you on the bed, and ran his hand gently through your hair.

“I’m sorry ” he whispered. “I should’ve heard it sooner. If it gets worse—if I miss something—”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You heard the doctor matty, i'm not dying” you pressed.

“But I can't help but think that if i don't do anything—”

“You catched it though, right? Isn't that enough?” your thumb brushes the small stubble on his cheek.

“I wish I could stop it entirely now. I wish I could have super powers to heal you.”

“But you do have super powers. That's why we're here right now talking about this.” You sat up straighter in bed. “You're my very own hero with crazy super hearing” you laughed and a small grin grew on his face.

“Please don't make me force you into bed” you said, voice getting lower “I miss you”

You leaned in and kissed him—slow and warm. He melted into it almost immediately, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer like he didn’t even realize he needed to.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath warm and uneven.

“Come to bed,” you whispered. “Please. Just… come to bed with me. Let me fall asleep with you. Let me be okay, just for tonight.”

He didn’t answer right away.

But then he pulled you into his arms fully, before falling on his back bringing you down with him comfortably on your bed. You felt the tension bleed out of him bit by bit as you snuggled closer, face almost digging into his chest.

After that he finally let himself believe that you were safe.

[thirteenheavens]

can you do mingyu or dk (or member of your choice idc) - u are waiting in the bedroom wearing new sexy lingerie to surprise him? love ur fics <3

What a surprise|| Lee Dokyeom

Notes: back to writing today hope you enjoy guys feels like I’m getting on with my requests!

Word count:

Dokyeom unlocks the door to your shared apartment, tired and ready to collapse onto the bed. The smell of dinner wafts through the air, and he knows you must be in the kitchen.

As he steps inside, he calls out, "Babe, I'm home!" His voice echoes through the empty hallway, and he shrugs off his coat and loosens his tie. Suddenly, he notices a trail of rose petals leading down the hall, towards your bedroom. Curiosity piqued, he follows them, wondering what you're up to.

The bedroom door is slightly ajar, and Dokyeom can see the soft glow of candlelight spilling out. He pushes the door open and freezes in the doorway. There you are, lying on the bed in black lace lingerie that hugs every curve of your body perfectly. The candles cast a warm glow over your skin, making you look like a goddess.

"Welcome home," you purr, giving him a sultry smile. "I've been waiting for you."

"Y-you look... amazing," Dokyeom stammers, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. He takes a step closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to touch you.

"Did you do all this for me?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. He runs his fingers over the lace, tracing the delicate patterns against your skin. You nod and sit up, arching your back to give him a better view. "I missed you today," you whisper, your eyes locking with his. "I wanted to surprise you."

Dokyeom's gaze darkens as he takes in the sight before him. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. "You definitely surprised me," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "And I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate it.” Dokyeom nearly trips over his own feet in his haste to undress, his clothes flying everywhere as he struggles to remove them. His eyes never leave you, filled with a mix of hunger and eagerness.

"Damn it, why are there so many buttons?" he mutters, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He finally manages to get it off, followed quickly by his pants and underwear. Standing before you completely naked, he crawls onto the bed and captures your lips in a heated kiss. "I can't believe you're all mine," he whispers against your mouth, his hands roaming over your body. "You're so perfect."

You giggle at his eagerness, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses down your neck. "Someone's excited," you tease, arching into his touch. Dokyeom hums against your skin, nipping and sucking gently. "Can you blame me?" he replies, his hands sliding down to squeeze your hips. "You look like a dream in that lingerie."

He pulls back to admire you again, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to see more of you," he says, his fingers tracing the lace edges of your bra. "But I want to take my time with you too." Dokyeom groans as you flip him onto his back, his cock already hard and throbbing against his stomach. "You always know exactly what I need," he murmurs, watching you with anticipation.

"Let me take care of you," you say, straddling his hips and grinding against him slowly. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he bucks up against you.

"Please," he begs, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to feel you." Dokyeom's head falls back against the pillows as you grind on him, his fingers digging into your skin. "Fuck, you're so wet," he moans, his cock twitching against your core. He tries to thrust upwards, but you hold him down, teasing him mercilessly. "Let me feel how wet you are," he pleads, his eyes fixed on where your bodies meet.

"I want to be inside you so badly," he adds, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, baby. Don't tease me like this."

"Not yet," you whisper, leaning down to kiss his chest. "I want to make you feel good first." You continue to tease him, trailing kisses down his stomach until you reach his cock. Dokyeom's breath hitches in anticipation as you wrap your hand around him.

"You're so hard for me," you say, pumping him slowly. "I love seeing you like this, all needy and desperate." You take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Dokyeom's hips buck upwards involuntarily as he moans loudly.

"Oh god, just like that," he gasps, tangling his fingers in your hair. "Your mouth feels so good on me." You bob your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth each time. Your hand works the base of his shaft in tandem with your movements, while your other hand massages his balls.

Dokyeom's moans grow louder and more desperate as you bring him closer to the edge. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that," he warns, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. Dokyeom whimpers at the loss of your mouth, but his eyes light up as you straddle him again. "Are you finally going to let me inside you?" he asks, his voice thick with need.

You reach down to line him up with your entrance, teasing the tip against your slick folds. "Maybe," you tease, circling your hips slowly. "But you have to beg for it first." Dokyeom's face flushes red as he realizes what you want. "Please, baby," he begs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock."

"I've been thinking about this all day," he continues, his voice rough with desire. "I need to be inside you so badly. I'll do anything." You smirk down at him, loving the way he's falling apart beneath you. "Anything?" you repeat, slowly sinking down onto his length.

"Yes, anything," Dokyeom moans as you take him inch by inch. "I'll worship you every night. I'll give you everything you want." He's completely at your mercy now, his eyes rolling back as you bottom out on him. "You feel so good," he gasps, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So tight and perfect for me."

You start to move, bouncing up and down on his cock with increasing speed. "That's it," he encourages, meeting your thrusts with his own. "Ride me just like that. Use me to make yourself come." As you ride him, Dokyeom can't help but squeeze the lace fabric of your lingerie, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin. He pulls you closer, desperate to feel every inch of you against him.

"This lingerie is going to be ruined," he pants out, his eyes fixated on where your bodies are joined. "I'm going to tear it off you later." He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your movements with increased urgency. "I'm not going to last much longer," he warns again, his grip on you tightening. "But I want you to come first."

"I'm close," you moan, grinding down on him hard. "Touch me, please." Dokyeom's hand immediately finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as he watches you chase your orgasm. "Come for me, baby," he urges, his hips snapping upwards. "Let go and come all over my cock."

The combination of his touch and his words pushes you over the edge, your walls clenching around him as you cry out his name. Dokyeom follows soon after, his body tensing as he empties himself deep inside you. You collapse on top of Dokyeom, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your high. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

"That was incredible," he says, still panting slightly. "You definitely should surprise me more often." He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers playing with the lace of your bra. "But I'm still going to take this off of you," he adds with a playful grin. "I want to see all of you."

[westsidepetrichor]

minute by minute

pairing: cassian andor x reader warnings: smut. minors dni. cunnilingus (reader receiving, reader has a vagina), kinda sorta switchy cass??, fluff, uhhh i think that's it?? a/n: hi!! i haven't written in a while, but now that i've graduated college, i've had some free time and decided to return to my roots lolol. can we take a moment for the gif?? yeah that’s what he’d look like on his knees for you hUH who said that🤨🤨??? please note that i have not seen rogue one yet!! my first watch will be after andor ends and yes, i'm terrified<3 apologies if this is a bit ooc. enjoy!! :D

cassian andor knows how to use his time. he can be both patient and impatient, especially when it comes to you.

sometimes, he can be slow.

you were in the hangar talking to a friend. they spot cassian approaching up behind you. he puts a finger up to his lips as a signal not to alert you. catching his drift, your friend makes a shoddy excuse about a blown fuse that needs attention and they leave with a odd smile on their face.

you wonder what the reason is when you suddenly feel a hand snake dangerously low around your waist and another over your eyes. he leans in close to your ear.

"guess who?" he says. you can hear the smirk in his voice and giggle.

moving his hands, you turn to look at him. thankfully, he's returned in one piece. you'll never get used to the way he looks at you. his gorgeous brown eyes seem to see you so deeply it makes your stomach flip.

"you're back early!" you smile. "how'd it go?"

he shrugs, smiling. "oh you know, same old, same old."

"ohhh, right. of course. just doing your usual charming, dashing things," you tease. "i missed you, you know. always do."

your hands trail down the front of his jacket as you tell him this. his breath hitches ever so slightly and he clutches your waist tighter.

"awww, i'm sorry, my love," he coos. you frown playfully, smacking his arm. "i'll make it up to you."

the tone he takes on hints at what his plan might be. and he knows that you know, that's what makes this little game of yours fun.

"oh? and how do you plan on doing that?" you ask challengingly.

the stubble on his jaw tickles your cheek as he whispers something so obscene, your knees almost buckle. when he pulls away, he tilts his head at you appraisingly.

"how does that sound?" he asks cheekily. you roll your eyes and kiss him deeply, surprising him. you have your own ploys, something cassian never tires of. the two of you try to hide your smiles as you walk briskly to your shared room.

once the door is shut, cassian presses you against it and kisses you slowly. deeply. your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging ever so slightly. he groans. you smile into the kiss. that smile turns into a gasp as he slots one of his legs between your thighs.

involuntarily, you buck your hips downward to seek a bit of relief. this only makes cassian chuckle as he pulls away, moving his leg in the process. the action makes you whine, but he cuts you off.

"sit on the edge of the bed," he orders.

you can't get to the bed fast enough, plopping yourself down and spreading your legs.

"someone's excited, hmm?" he teases.

you feel your cheeks flare up and your legs close a little in embarrassment. cassian places a hand on your thigh reassuringly, gently spreading them open again.

"you know i love it." he places a soft kiss to your cheek and sinks to his knees.

it's a sight that never fails to make you soaked. he looks up at you with such reverence that you feel like you're floating. he removes your boots and tosses them behind him, a loud thump echoing as they land.

"oh i'm the excited one?" you manage to choke out. you feel his nose brush up against your clothed clit. he looks up at you with a glint in his eye.

"it can go both ways..." he murmurs. "hips up."

cassian helps you remove your bottoms, but is especially slow removing your underwear. it's a dark emerald green, a favorite color of his. a glob of your wetness clings to the fabric as he peels it off you.

now bare, he takes a moment to admire you. the slight shakiness of breath, eyes blown in lust. he begins to press kisses to the insides of your thighs, almost purring as he nips them playfully.

you gasp. “c-cass! please… didn’t you want to apologize? this- ah- doesn’t feel like an apology…”

cassian doesn’t look up at you, opting to respond with his head still low.

“mmm, i don’t know…” he murmurs, licking a broad stripe up your cunt. “taking my time to admire you…”

he presses a long, slow kiss to your clit.

“make you feel sexy, wanted… i know that's really what you crave. that seems like a better apology than most.”

he continues his ministrations, practically making out with your pussy. your hands fist the sheets.

“oh my g-god! cass, shit shit shit-” you moan. “i wanna cum, please! missed you so bad and i- ngh!”

cassian shushes you gently, adding a thumb to circle your clit.

“shh shhh, i'm here. i’ve got you. it’s alright,” he soothes. “i’ll make you feel good. just lie back and let me take care of you.”

and that he is. it’s downright filthy at this point. wet kisses and laps fill the room, cassian’s chin gleaming with your essence. his head feels hazy, drunk on your taste. he could spend hours down here if you let him.

your finds find his hair again, yanking hard. cassian gasps against you.

"i'm close! so fucking close, cass, cmon!" you whine, grinding onto his face. cassian chuckles, the vibrations below making you writhe more. you can't see it, but cassian smiles.

knowing that he's the only one that can break you down bit by bit, minute by minute, drives him insane. he, of all people, know how to play the long game. but long games all have their end, and you were nearing yours.

"mmm, you close?" cassian teases. a fervent nod escapes you, feeling your muscles tighten in anticipation. in a matter of seconds, you feel yourself unravel. your body shakes, a cry escapes your lips. for a moment, you feel like you've blacked out, overwhelmed by the pleasure. cassian continues lavishing you in licks and kisses, helping you ride the wave.

once you come down, you wince a little at the overstimulation. cassian kisses you softly, panting slowly. his long lashes brush against your cheek as he plants soft kisses across your face.

"that's one hell of an apology," you chuckle. he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"told you i'd make it up to you."

end note: sorry if the ending was ass lmfao

[artsygirl0315]

Mella Burnham | Sorrowful Lament AU

"Mella Burnham, A girl with an endless amount of patience and so much kindness to share, now engulfed by an overwhelming curse from her own sorrow."

When the news flew by that her dear friend had passed, Oh how Mella ran and ran as much as she could just to reach Carol's home, she was desperate when she didn't find them there.

One time, she heard from whispers and murmurs of the whereabouts on Carol's grave, how quick did she take action.

When she met the twins, she stood her own ground yet at a distance.

She understood them, the underlying urge to just.. protect someone you wished were still there. She understood that pain well.

And it still hurts, deep down.

Mella silently respected their decision on keeping a distance, in which she followed without another word.

Always standing there, always watching.

Her very eyes looked at the grave and watched the whole world shatter all over again, the pain was there and it lingered longer.

She would leave Carol's grave the tea she used to like sharing with them, the chocolate cookies she made just for them each visit, the tears that showed her guilt and shame.

She always offered something for the twins in return for allowing her the long range visit, snacks were a common casualty.

Yet each passing day, She grew tired. She grew restless. Protective. Aggressive. The sorrow she refused to acknowledge kept getting worst, to where it even clouded her very mind.

She'd get delirious, wanting no one to ever mention their name ever again. One wrong move and she'll freak out, one can only experience an immense kind of pain when in her path as that happens.

Tears were her most common flaw, they poured down in the most unsuspecting of ways. The worst kind. They'll make you cry too, In pain and misery. Mostly pain.

First ref down, 4 more to go! I'm very excited for this AU to take its course, My moot is just amazing!! Sorrowful Lament AU is by the awesome @kandykatz!!

(Sorry if I did this wrong or was a bit too long, hopefully I at least managed to do her right in the AU.)

[ilysungho]

(feel free to ignore this cuz ik its not everyones cup of tea)

sounding with leehan 🤤 (hes definitely not my bias)

-🌷

HI LOVELY! ok so, first, i'm so sorry for getting to this super late... i've never really written anything specific for sounding (i suppose it's different from pegging...) so i've just been sitting on this because of it. anyways, i did a bit of research (looked up what it is and read fics LMAO) so i hope this is alright...

leehan's first experience with sounding would be rather tame. he'd take a bit of time to really trust you with it before he actually agrees to it. you'd both watch a ton of videos about it while also searching up ways to maximize the pleasure. it helped him ease his nerves to know that you did all that, so he naturally trusted you with it when the time came.

your boyfriend would be laying facing up, prettily comfortable on your lap as you lean down to kiss him. you can still sense his nervousness as you feel his lips quiver in between your own, pulling away just enough to cup his face while touching foreheads. "you trust me, yeah?" simple nods from the boy below you follow as you peck his lips once more before sitting up straight. even though he is doing something he's never done before, he's excited to know how it feels. from all the tutorials and experience posts he's read, with you and on his own, he's concluded that it feels like heaven. truth be told, he even dreamt about it the night before, moaning in his sleep when he's usually quiet. your fingers would reach for the new toy you both chose specifically to test this out. you calm down first before getting a little bit of lube to cover it with so it goes in easier. your sweet boy was all prepped and ready for you, and it was just as he imagined as you pushed the sounding stick into him. as it goes in deeper, leehan grip on your sleeve get tighter, biting his lips to hold his moans that he fails to control when he feels the toy hit a spot he’s never felt before. quiet reassurance from you as he’s just nodding along to whatever comes out of your mouth… he’s just focusing on how you’re making him feel, slightly squirming but feeling so good that he really does feel like all those posts he’s read on this.

[onlyangel4]

internet lover. stephanie vaquer. smau.

stephanie vaquer x streamer!reader

synopsis: be careful what you say on the internet because you might accidentally manifest your life.

author's note: let's pretend steph gets called up to raw

faceclaim: pokimane

y/nclips posted a story

written: a fan in chat started yapping with y/n about wrestling and when asked who her current fav her answer was stephanie vaquer and then she did this face. y/n be serious challenge.

y/nfan

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y/nfan: i just y/n is going to freak out when she sees this.

interviewer: so this week streamer y/n y/ln went on record saying that you are her favourite wrestler

stephanie: i saw that and i am so flattered. i watch clips of y/n all the time when i am travelling. i would love to hang out with her. i feel like we are already friends

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y/ninsta: you are right i am currently freaking the fuck out

y/nfan: knew it

user1: dm her queen

user2: she watched this clip on stream and screamed

user3: i thought she was going to die when she saw this

y/ninsta posted a story

written: no streams til tuesday, you guys are going to freak out when you find out what i'm doing

y/ninsta posted a story

written: vegas baby

stephanie.vaquer posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: look who i picked up from the airport

y/ninsta posted a story tagging stephanie.vaquer

written: screaming crying throwing up

wwe

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wwe: for the first time nxt stand and deliver will have a special guest host in the form of streamer and long term wwe fan, y/n y/ln.

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y/ninsta: so excited thank you for having me

user4: y/n is gonna be simping over stephanie all night

user5: i knew she was in vegas for wrestlemania season but this is insane

user6: i just know y/n is freaking out

y/ninsta posted a story

written: bby's first hosting gig

y/ninsta posted a story tagging stephanie.vaquer

written: deffo not freaking out right now

stephanie.vaquer posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: best part of this weekend was meeting you

y/ninsta

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tagged: stephanie.vaquer. wwe.

y/ninsta: so this weekend was insane, i had the best time ever living baby y/n's dreams

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stephanie.vaquer: can't wait to see you again

y/ninsta: you won't be waiting long

wwe: it was great having you

y/ninsta: thank you for the best weekend ever

user8: notice how steph is the only superstar in this dump, y/n is obsessed

user9: the duo we never knew we needed

y/nfan

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y/nfan: so y/n just messed up on stream her phone was ringing and chat was yelling at her to pick it up and she said, "it's just my girlfriend guys she will call again if it is important" and then her jaw dropped when she realised what she said. she just blushed and said "oopsy"

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user10: oopsy is the most y/n response to this ever

user11: and then she started gushing about how much she loves her

user12: i don't think i have ever seen y/n so happy omg

y/ninsta posted a story

written: as you guys now know that i'm a taken lady i will feed you crumbs

stephanie.vaquer posted a story

written: princesa

wwe

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wwe: we are so excited to announce that stephanie vaquer has been called up to the main roster and will be making her first appearance on raw this coming monday!

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y/ninsta: finally

user13: i'm so happy for her omg

user14: long time coming

user15: so so so excited

user16: so well deserved

y/ninsta

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tagged: stephanie.vaquer

y/ninsta: so proud of you- sincerely your biggest fan

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stephanie.vaquer: te amo

y/ninsta: te amo más

user17: wrestlemania was 6 months ago, so this is the 6 month anniversary of them meeting that is so cute

user18: i screamed when i first saw this

user19: already obsessed with them

[luigilore]

hiii! gymrat anon back <3 I PASSED MY LSAT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! one more grueling year of uni and i'm off to law school! anyways thinking i was thinking so hard about alternate gymrat!lu where you guys are roommates and always head to the campus gym together 😫

he's always waking you up at 6am with an egg white omelette and a protein shake so you guys can get your workout in before students get there and you find so much relaxation with him being in your element. you started rooming together about a year ago when he took over your friend's lease who moved abroad. you would've never heard of him if it weren't for your shared living space as you two are doing 2 completely different majors and don't share a social circle at the huge upenn campus. you two stay up late studying together at the coffee table, watch movies together, cooking healthy meals together, everything. you like the simple domesticity of being together, but you would never admit that to him. you think hes way outta ur league. rich, smart, has literally everything going for him, everything you hope for from an outsiders perspective. he's so kind though, never makes you feel stupid when he helps with your work. you insist on paying him back by treating him to lunch, but he insists that you can repay the favour when he needs help. you agree and when he does end up needing your help, he absolutely forces you out to dinner even though you two have an agreement. he tells you that you look beautiful dressed up for him and you have to pray that your makeup hides your blush. he treats you to the nicest restaurant ever and you two are laughing and smiling the whole night. when dinner is over, he insists on taking you to his fav stargazing spot. you both stay there and admire the sight while speaking on all sorts of topics: school, vacationing, summer plans... at the end of the night you two share a kiss under the starts and moonlight and its so romantic. "safe to say first date?" luigi cheesily asks with a big fat smile on his face.

OMG HIIII BABE <3333 we missed you! that's huge about the lsat YAYYY!!! very exciting that you have that out of the way

okay sooo i love this a lot i already love the roommates trope but plus gymrat lu... like ur spoiling me hello

him converting u to his evil schedule LOL and him driving u to the gym every morning or walking together when it's still dark outside ahh

also feel like he would be a menace and walk around the apartment shirtless the time; like post-shower... post workout... in the morning

the domesticity rahhhh cooking together <3 studying together <3

like loving the idea of nights together omg what if u share a bathroom so ur brushing ur teeth together, doing ur nighttime routine

omg him randomly one day (multiple days actually) is flexing (also possibly shirtless here) asking if u can tell he's making progress in the gym lmfao like ... be serious this would kill me

ahhh i wanna stargaze with him so bad :(

he'd a bit tentatively pull u into his side when he notices ur shivering the tiniest bit

he's so warm and his arms are so strong from all ur gym sessions 😫

ur looking up at him, his face so close to urs and he suddenly leans down and his thumb is brushing across ur cheek

and u feel his stubble against ur skin omfg

omg then having gym dates!!!! and the post-gym showers <333