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📄 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy 🫡 brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)

𝐀/𝐍: Is it me or has tumblr updated and it’s harder to use now?? Like I can’t move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.

Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. You’ve finally finished your project that you’ve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.

Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.

You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.

You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.

His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. “There she is…”

You didn’t feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way you’ve neglected him for your work the past few days.

He didn’t expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, “¿Estás bien?

You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids you’ve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse “I’m sorry, I’ve been pushing you away.”

He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.

“Is that why you’re upset? You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you mi alma,” he murmured.

Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.

The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguel’s eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.

You were glad the main light wasn’t on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you — your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.

He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips again— almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.

“Miguel…” you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.

“How about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.” He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.

You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguel’s background in the science field. “Study? As in science?”

“Science is such a broad term. Let’s start with biology and anatomy,”

You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguel’s proposal.

He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.

Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.

It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.

But you’ve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.

“How about we remove your clothes.” His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.

“Is this part of the biology teaching?” You asked.

“Let’s just say it’s part of the more practical application.” He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “And you’re the specimen.”

You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguel’s professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).

You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.

“Your skin is so soft…” He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.

His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.

“The collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,” he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.

“Suprac—clavic—ular ligament—” Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.

His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.

Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.

“The breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,” He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.

“They also serve to attract a sexual partner…which seems to be working on us.”

You didn’t expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.

“They’re also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?” You nodded in response.

You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.

He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.

He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldn’t help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.

His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.

It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.

He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldn’t stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.

He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.

“Between the legs are the female reproductive system, we’ll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,”

He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.

A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.

“The labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra and…”

You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.

“…and the vagina.”

His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.

He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. “Do you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?”

He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldn’t fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.

“God— Miguel-!” You babbled out.

“Come on amor, I know you know the answer,” he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.

He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.

“O-oxytocin and…hm-m…serotonin?” Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.

“Such a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?” Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.

You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.

You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.

He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.

You felt your face heat up in astonishment, you’ve never seen yourself leak that much before.

You weren’t surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.

Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.

You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. “Since we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?”

You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.

“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldn’t stop the grin tugging on his lips.

“Come on Mig, do it for biology,”

You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.

His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.

“The penis and the testicles both….have a lot of blood flow to them but— hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone and—” He couldn’t help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.

“Go on…” you prodded.

“…produce testosterone and sperm cells…dios— the penis….the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!” He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.

“Thanks for the clarification…” You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.

After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.

You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.

“Now that we’ve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,” he said.

You couldn’t help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.

He pushed himself inside of you. You haven’t done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.

You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.

Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.

“Miguel, I might be on my fertility window…” you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.

While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you weren’t ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.

You’ve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, you’ve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawal— including your accelerated libido.

Miguel’s face didn’t falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.

“What are you trying to tell me, amor?” You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.

“I’m off the pills Miguel. So there’s a chance that I might get knocked up after this…but it is part of biology, right?”

You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.

“You wanna be a mami?” He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.

Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if that’s what you wished for. You nodded and that’s when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.

Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.

He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.

He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.

Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.

You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.

“Gimme a baby, Mig.” You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.

“Sí amor, I’ll give you as many babies as you want,”

His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.

The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.

You watched the familiar trence of your husband’s climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.

His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.

He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didn’t pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.

Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.

“Keep it in there,” he instructed. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.

He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you weren’t planning to take them anymore.

You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.

You sighed. “You know there’s a chance I might not get pregnant the first time…”

In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.

You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments you’d have to attend to, leading up to the day of your baby’s arrival.

“So, does that mean we’ll be having more biology classes?” Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.

“I think so…how about another round?”

He leaned into kiss your forehead. “I’m down if you are.”

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kyri45 · 2 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 23/12✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: Why does Wukong's biblically accurate form have two faces? Also, was there some inspiration for you that made you want to design him like that? (Since I know he doesn't have any canonical Kaiju form in LMK) Also also, DAMN that Kaiju fight was so freaking pretty!! The colors were so well done!

thank you!! He has 3 actually, but in the panels you can see 2 bc the third is facing away from the camera aha.

Anonimo ha chiesto: would you make a Shadowpeach bio parents au zine?

yes I would. But it requires an enormeous amount of organization, plus you need multiple people to organize a zine, from contacting, to marketing, to production, to logistic etc… I don’t have the time right now as I’m already working.

@stro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Head canon that Red Son uses/used to use the ‘rubber duck’ method while working. The rubber duck method is: when making something by yourself you may get stuck/stressed out because you can’t find a solution to a problem. Have a rubber duck on your desk just so you can verbally explain your problem, which could help you solve it by actually hearing it out loud. But a side effect of this is now Red Son will talk to himself while he works, even if it does help it still freaks his parents out hearing him mumbling to himself when they pass his room. Just something I learned recently when watching a video about writing a characters backstory 👍 I thought you might like this too! Bye <3

i know need Red Son just talking about project to a cute rubber duck and MK finding it adorable.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will LBD come back ? Even if it is just in a dream ?

maybe

Anonimo ha chiesto: how old is MK ? Like 18-21 ???

almost 22.

@haru7110 ha chiesto: IS MEI IMMORTAL LIKE MK AND REDSON IN THE SHADOWPEACH AU??? I NEED TO KNOW!! Fornoreasonwhatsoeverobviouslyhahahahaha (angst purposes)

no Mei is not immortal, but I would guess she has a lifespan slightly longer than average bc of her family.

@cutvdo ha chiesto: When you first draw Red Son in his human form he looked small, but later he looks bigger (probably from you getting more comfortable drawing him). I like to think he changed his human form a bit because he found out MK likes big man

this is the best conclusion ever. He would fr fr

Anonimo ha chiesto: Guess you could say MK got his own personal monkey tree

omfg-

@aizieweex ha chiesto: Hey Kyri!!! I LOVE your art, aaaand thanks for the recent repost of my animatic (or animatik?...I honestly don't know which is more correct, I'm not a native speaker at all), I literally screamed, lol (And still screaming). I wanted to ask, how many parts of the comic are you counting on? Do you already have a certain planned number of chapters? Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! How long will the shadow peach bio parents au be?

there will be 9 parts in total. I don’t know the exact number of chapters left but I can assume around 30.

@copyrightedbystarkindustries ha chiesto: Love your art!!! Are you planning on putting shadowpeach au stuff on your redbubble in the future?

Yes I do! But first I need to finish my job which will be more or less on the 20th of January.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does MK use a glamour to hide some scars or something his parents aren’t supposed to find out about ?

yes

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: When you said during the livestream that MK will have a new outfit when he is magical girl, What do you mean by that ?

that he will eventually own a new outfit as “official outfit” let’s say. That isn’t his temporary fighting outfit he has now.

@magician-kitty ha chiesto: You think Mac will get more flustered now that Wukong’s more muscular thanks to all that weight lifting from the previous chapters?

a little bit yes.

@whotookfinn ha chiesto: Hey!! I’m absolutely in love with your art, it’s so beautiful and wonderful and IM OBSESSED. Anyway, I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before, but who’s your favorite lmk character to draw?

macaque and Mk, they fluffy.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I HAVE A QUESTION! after your shadowpeach AU will be finished will you do other lmk Au????

nope.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: My question is about tang and pigsy are they married I've always wondered this

no they are not married, but it’s something they have been thought for a little bit. They known each other for years and got together for one. They know they work very well as a couple, and marriage would only be a more “official” way to show their union. It’s on their mind, maybe they will plan it in the near future

Anonimo ha chiesto: Have you seen that Brandon Roger's clip where he loses his kid? I can just imagine macaque going through that right now with mk being kidnapped. "Mothers adrenaline is kicking in!!" "have you seen my son, he's about this tall, clearly gay but we haven't had the talk" https://youtu.be/dJJUFrENZ_o?si=lbacsYlJr8XpaDQQ (this is the sound just in case)

LMAO I know that video by heart yes absolutely those would be the parents.

Anonimo ha chiesto: In the Bioparents AU, is Redson actually going to be able to court so Mk in the end after the whole celestial situation?

they will have time to do their stuff after the heaven shenanigans.

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: I hope you are having a lovely day/night and are healthy and well AND TYSM FOR THAT SPICYNOODLES KISS I LOVED IT AND MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BURST! Anyway I was wondering if mk and Redson parents are gonna have quality time with there Nephew in spirt/potential son in law?

mm yes. Post heaven shenanigans but yes.

@cpazy ha chiesto: About that,

It means that Mac and MK's powers have to do with the moon cycle, like on a full moon they get stronger or something like that? And if there is an eclipse where the moon turns red, their powers would go out of control?

Yes, but the opposite. On a full moon they are weaker, while on a new moon they are stronger.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! Not a question but I just love and ADORE your shadowpeach bio parents au! ❤️ Recently you had posted about LMK fic recommendations, I wanted to recommend "The Constellations Within Us" and it's sequel "Epilogue: Axis" (ongoing) by cloud_somersault on AO3. It's one of my favorite LMK/Shadowpeach fics! The writing and world building are stellar and it includes similar themes as the ones in your comic, like the themes of reconciliation, shadowpeach angst and repairing their friendship and their joint custod- I mean- mentorship of MK! It's a really good fic and I highly recommend giving it a read! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48308065 And again, love your comic so much! Have a great day! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

aaahhhh I will definetely check them out!

@astro-nomaly ha chiesto: Per ur Bio Parents AU, what happens when a courtnapping occurs, but the person getting napped isn’t actually into the courtnapper, and doesn’t want to be napped? Does courtnapping have a “leave whenever you want” clause or..? (I love ur au akshhenwb)

they are allowed to refuse anytime. If the kidnapper doesn’t allow the he’s a dick

@thecardboardbutterfly ha chiesto: Since everyone is starting to fear for tomorrow, I decided to share my convoluted thought I got yesterday night at like, 3AM to lighten the mood a bit (.3.)~* So Technically, given that Lmk is very much based on Journey to the West, maybe it's not that much of a stretch to call Lmk fan content of JTTW, like some kind of future AU or something. Which means your AU is fan content of Lmk. See where I'm getting at? Because your comic is so popular in the fandom, there is fan content of your AU out there, which is already fan content. Which means we reached a point where we have fan content (fanarts and various inspirations of the bio parents AU) of fan content (said bio parents AU) of fan content (Lmk) of a piece of content (JTTW). The chain is GETTING LONGER BOYS. I personally think it's funny. My apologies for everyone who lost their brain/ last remaining braincell reading this x)

omg. It’s a fan-inception!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Red Son and MK ever have a bad date?

I like to believe EVERY date will have would be comically bad. But I think that’s because they still need to understand that they don’t fall under the “typical demon date” or “amatonormativity” umbrella. The best date they could have is just them training and having lunch later, or them playing videogames or netflix and chill.

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Dumb question but do you remember the scene in lmk where Wukong said he has stage fright? I wonder if you're gonna do something with that knowledge…. Ps: Keep doing your magic queen we love you and your art✌️💅

oh u bet I did

#ask box #shadowpeach bio parents au

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moonchildxoxx · 6 months ago

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Are we a moment, or a lifetime Part 2

A/N: You are responsible for your own media consumption. MDNI 18+

Warning: talk about terminating a pregnancy, Fetus called a baby multiple times, and semi graphic birth scene ( it’s really not that bad)

Pairing: Tsu’teyx human ! Female! Reader

Word count3,673k

Synopsis: it continues right from part one

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"We need to keep this quiet" He murmurs, his voice quiet. The last thing she needed was everyone hounding her, demanding answers about this. Mo'at nods, agreeing that this should be kept quiet before turning and going to a small side room, searching for something. He keeps his arms firmly around her , his face buried in her hair as he murmurs reassurances and tries to soothe his own racing mind "It'll be alright"

He repeated, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. Mo'at re-emerged with a small, woven basket. It was full of various things, but he couldn't see what exactly through the woven cloth She set it down beside him, gesturing for him to look inside. He gently shifted her out his lap for a moment so he could lean forwards, looking inside the basket. His long fingers pull back the lid, his brow furrowed as he looks at the contents. The basket was filled with various things. Some herbs, some berries, and a few other bits and pieces he doesn't notice Mo'at motions to them, pointing at specific things "Make sure she takes these everyday. Some of the herbs will help with the nausea, the berries will help replenish the energy. I will try to find more" Tsu'tey just nods silently, still trying to process that he was going to be a father.

The next few months had gone by slowly and quietly. Tsu'tey had kept her pregnancy a secret, much to the growing frustration of the scientists as she avoided them more. He was almost overly protective of her , following her everywhere and trying to keep her from anything even slightly dangerous or tiring. Mo'at had been of great help, bringing over herbs and berries to help with her sickness and any other issue she had had. But as she grew, it became more and more obvious to the others that something was wrong

She was more tired, her stomach was obviously bigger, and everyone was starting to notice. They tried to bring her to the lab for tests and scans, but Tsu'tey stood in their way, refusing for them to do anything more. He knew they would poke and prod and study her, not even considering her as a person anymore.

He would bring her to Mo'at every time she had even a slight pain or issue, worried that anything unusual was a bad sign. Mo'at assured him that it would be okay, but every time she looked at (Y/N) distended stomach, you could see the worry in her eyes. Tsu'tey was always at her side, his touch gentle and warm. He would soothe her nausea with a few berries and a cool rag, and soothe his own worries by pressing his giant hands against her stomach and talking quietly to you both.

The other's, particularly the scientists, were becoming more and more frustrated at her and Tsu'tey's secrecy, getting more demanding and more desperate to get (Y/N) in the lab. Tsu'tey's temper was wearing thin and he eventually snapped at Max when the scientist tried to force her in for a scan. It had been a long day, and she was feeling particularly exhausted from being on

her feet all day. Tsu'tey had taken her to the lab to work on a project with Max and Norm, but she was starting to feel faint. Max had tried to gently persuade her into the medical room, saying it was just a quick check to make sure everything was going okay and that it would only take a couple minutes. Tsu'tey had lost his temper and shoved Max aside, forcing him to get away from her. "No" He snaps, his voice low and quiet. His golden eyes almost glow with anger as he glares at Max. She'd never seen him this angry. He turns to look at (Y/N), the anger leaving him immediately as he looks at her face. Her face was pale and her hands were shaking from the effort of staying upright. Tsu'tey instantly steps in to support her, gathering her in his arms and gently holding (Y/N) against his chest. Max was frustrated , his jaw

clenching. "I don't see why we can't just do a quick scan. We don't have to do anything invasive, it's just to check everything's going well" Norm intervened

"Max-" But Max cuts him off, his eyes locked on Tsu'tey

"it's literally our job to collect data" "And what are you going to do when you get that data and if you don’t like it , huh?" Tsu'tey snaps back, his whole body tense.

"What if you get some readings you don't like, what then, huh?" He keeps one arm firmly wrapped around her , holding her to his chest while he glares at Max, almost shaking with anger "If the fetus is unhealthy or showing signs of abnormality, then it may need to be terminated-" Max keeps going but Tsu'tey doesn't even give him the chance to finish the sentence before his fist clenches at his side, his knuckles turning white even as he holds her with his other arm "There will be no 'terminating'" Tsu'tey practically growls that last word, his body practically shaking with anger "This baby is not a data point. It's not an experiment. It's our child" Max's eyes narrow, but he holds his hands up "okay, fine, it's your child. But don't you think a scan could be helpful? I mean we can find out the gender, we can see how it's developing-" (Y/N) cut him off “ Tsu'tey I want to go home” In an instant, all of Tsu'tey focus switches to her.

He instantly notices how pale she was and how tired she looked, and gently scoops her up in his arms, holding her against his chest. He shoots another glare at Max and Norm as he starts carrying her out towards their home. He practically ignores her protests, gently shushing her and murmuring reassurances as he carries her back to their home. As soon as they got home, he carefully set (Y/N) down on the soft, woven pile of blankets that served as their bed. He carefully lowers himself down behind her, pressing up to her back and gently wrapping an arm around her waist. He nuzzles his face into her neck and breathes out a long, slow breath, finally letting his guard down for a moment

He presses his hand gently to her stomach, his long fingers splayed across her skin. He can feel the swell of her belly, the bump of the baby inside. He kept his eyes closed as he breathed her in, nuzzling his face against her. She nuzzled back ,she was exhausted

He tightened his grip around her waist as he pulled her even closer against his chest. He can tell she was tired, her whole body shaking with exhaustion. His lips pressed against the back of her shoulder as he tried to soothe her. She fell asleep on him. He feels (Y/N) relax against him as she sleeps , her breathing slowly evening out. He keeps his arms around you, holding her tight against him and burying his face into her hair

He stayed awake, watching her face as she slept. His mind still races, but his mind is calmer than it was earlier. Now she is here, safe and sound and asleep, he can finally allow himself to properly relax. She stayed asleep. He stayed awake for a while longer, simply watching her sleep. He gently pulls the covers up around her, making sure she is properly tucked up and comfortable. After a while, he slowly feels himself start to doze off too.

She slept till early morning. The sun raised slowly, filtering through the woven shelter and casting it in a soft, warm glow. Tsu'tey slowly wakens a few hours later, opening his eyes to see (Y/N) ace softly lit by the morning sunlight He slowly sits up, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at her. She was starting to stir, her eyes fluttering open. He watches her for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches her wake "Good morning" He murmurs gently, reaching out to brush his fingers gently over her cheek He lets his hand cup her face, his calloused fingertips gently tracing over her skin, as if he was trying to commit every little part of her to his memory She nuzzled him. He feels her nuzzle against him, and his smile widens slightly. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He lets his arms wrap around her, pulling her close against his chest as if he can't get close enough to her. Her skin is warm against his, and he nuzzles against her hair and the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her. He feels his own anxiety from the other night ebb away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. She gently grunted " I want this baby out " she muttered. He couldn't help but let out a small huff of a laugh at her comment, his chest rumbling with a quiet chuckle. "I know, I know" he says, his hand gently rubbing her stomach. She lay back yawning again. He follows her down, lying back with her as he continues rubbing her belly. He can feel the baby moving under her skin, shifting around inside her .He leans in, gently pressing his lips to her stomach He murmurs against her stomach "your mommy is getting impatient with you" He lets his lips linger, pressing soft kisses against her skin. She laughed softly " hey you would too if you carrying a watermelon He smiled up at her, his lips still against her stomach "You're right, I would" He glances down at your belly again "it's your fault, you know" he jokingly murmurs to the baby "You've given your mother a difficult time" He gently starts massaging her stomach, his hand large enough to span almost all of it at once His fingers gently rub in soft circles, as if he's trying to soothe the baby as well as her. He can feel the taut skin of her stomach under his fingers, still stretched tight around the bump (Y/N) started to doze off again. He notices her starting to fall asleep again, and he can't help but smile a little. He knows she’s tired, and knows she needs the extra rest. He nuzzles against her stomach again, then leans in to press a kiss to her cheek "get some sleep" He gently pulls the covers up around her, making sure she is warm and comfortable. He shifts to lie behind her, his large, muscular body pressed up against hers as he wraps one arm around her waist and pulls her close

The next month or so passes in a similar fashion, Tsu'tey being overbearing and overprotective.

Every time she not feeling well, he's at her side, and he's constantly trying to keep her from getting tired or exerting herself As her due date approaches, he gets increasingly apprehensive and nervous, spending almost every minute at her side and fussing over every small issue she had until she hit a breaking point. “Why don't you go for a short huh?" (Y/N) suggested He glances at her, raising an eyebrow. His first response is to protest and say he doesn't want to leave her, but he can tell she was feeling smothered and fed up with how overprotective he's been, and he sighs "You really want me to?" “ I think it'd do you some good besides I'm not leaving our marui" He lets out a small huff of a sigh, knowing she was probably right, and reluctantly nods "Alright, alright. I'll go" he says, already missing her before he has to leave. She nuzzles him. He nuzzles her back, letting his forehead rest against hers for a moment "I'll see you later" he says softly, before reluctantly pulling away from her and grabbing his bow. She grabbed her tablet and read for a little while before taking a nap. It takes a few hours before Tsu'tey comes back to the marui. He's carrying a couple of fish in one hand, He sees her lying there with the tablet and a part of him relaxes, relieved to know she hasn't left the marui like he was afraid she would, She was curled up asleep in the nest. He sets the fish down, before gently laying down beside her. He tries not to disturb her, as he knows how tired she had been. But he can't help gently nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in her familiar scent

He lets out a soft sigh as he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. He can feel the bump of her stomach against his , the baby growing more restless and running out of space in her belly. He gently shifts himself to where he's lying behind her, spooning against her back and resting his hand on her stomach. He lets his fingers rub in gentle circles against her skin, hoping to soothe not just the baby but her as well

As her due date approaches, Tsu'tey becomes more and more stressed and restless. He spends every single minute of the day by her side, refusing to leave her unattended at all. He has nightmares nearly every night while he's supposed to be asleep, about the baby being born dead, or dying soon after, while she is bleeding out and fading right before his eyes. He'll occasionally wake up in a cold sweat, but tries to stay quiet to avoid waking her up. He stays as quiet as possible as he pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her and holding her tight against his chest. He buries his face into her hair, trying to calm his hammering heart and steady his breathing

(Y/N) hummed in her sleep nuzzling him. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his nose pressed against her skin. He lets himself breathe in her scent, taking in just how alive she was. He can feel her heart beating against his, the steady thump of it calming and reassuring him. He lets his hand rest on her stomach, feeling the bump of the baby. They've gotten so big, it's easy for him to feel every kick and squirm they give. He can't keep the smallest smile off his face as he feels them stirring inside her, but the anxiety and stress over the impending birth is still weighing down on him

He tries to shake himself out of the dark thoughts, instead focusing on the baby. He rubs her belly in small circles, silently praying to Eywa that it goes well, that everyone will be okay. He tries to keep his voice soft and quiet, but he can't stop the quiet words from leaving his lips as he murmurs against her skin, "please let it be okay, please let them both be okay..."

He keeps his nose against her skin, breathing in ragged breaths as he tries to will himself to sleep.

But the dark dreams keep coming back, the images of the baby crying out weakly as she slowly fade away, the blood staining his hands and clothes, the image burned into his mind. His grip around her tightens as he shakes those images away, nuzzling against the nape of her neck. He wills himself to think of happier things, of the baby being born healthy, of the first time he will get to hold them, of the joy that would bring.

It had been a long, hard few months . (Y/N) had been monitored by Mo'at carefully, and Tsu'tey was more overprotective than usual, watching for any signs of distress.

The days ticked by, slowly approaching the moment. She was laying back on a sleep mat Tsu'tey by her side keeping her up. Mo'at knelt between her legs, guiding her through the process. She was gripping Tsu'teys hand tight. He was kneeling beside her , leaning his head on her as she squeezed the life out of his hand. Mo'at occasionally spoke, encouraging her to push and reassuring her that she was doing well "Good, good, push. You're doing so well" Mo'at's voice was as encouraging as she could be, trying to get her to do what was needed. She could already make out the head. Tsu'tey pressed his forehead against hers , his fingers intertwined with hers . "You're doing so well, you're perfect" He breathed, his breath hot against her skin as he tried to distract her from the pain "Nearly there, you're nearly there. Push again" Mo'at knew it would be hard, but she also knew (Y/N) was strong. "That's it, you're almost there" (Y/N) cried out, the pain intense and burning. She couldn't do it anymore, she felt like she was going to pass out. "I can't, I can't-"

"Yes you can, you're doing so well" Tsu'tey assured her, his free hand moving to the side of her face, trying to soothe her , she let out a low, guttural sound, gripping Tsu'tey hand even tighter. The pain was nearly blinding now, and she was exhausted but she was almost there. So incredibly close. "One more push for me, come on child. You're doing so well" The encouraging words from Mo'at spurred her on, gritting her teeth as she used all her strength to push one last time. The push seemed to last forever, but the moment it was done, a soft wail filled the air. The sound of a baby crying.

Mo'at smiled, gently picking up the baby and holding them in her hands. A moment later, Tsu'tey raised his head from (Y/N) shoulder and looked at the baby

"Is, is it-" he couldn't form a coherent sentence. His chest was heaving and he was shaking from the adrenaline.

“It's a girl" Mo’at's words were said softly, her voice quieter than usual as she spoke. A girl, a beautiful, perfect little girl. The crying baby was placed on (Y/N) chest, still covered in birth fluids and the cord looped around her. You could see the pure disbelief and love on Tsu’teys face. He was in shock "Congratulations"

Mo'at's normally sharp voice was quiet, a small smile on her face. She reached out and patted (Y/N) thigh gently "You did well, child”.

Tsu’tey leant over her , his lips brushing against her forehead, his breath hot against her skin. "You did so well" He murmured, his voice cracking slightly as he looked down at the little squirming baby in her arms.

The baby seemed to calm as she held her, her crying ceasing and being replaced with little sounds like tiny chirrups. He reached out and stroked a finger down the baby's cheek, his touch as gentle as he could. He couldn't believe how small she was, this tiny little baby, this perfect little thing .Tsu'tey raised his head again to look at (Y/N). She was exhausted, and covered in sweat and blood, but she never looked more beautiful to him . “She’s perfect” He murmured, his voice a mix of awe and tiredness. He carefully sat down on the ground next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. The baby was still in her hold, and she could feel the protective way Tsu’tey was wrapped around her (Y/N) nuzzled her baby. The baby squeaked under her affection, her tiny limbs wiggling again as she let out a soft sort of purring noise. Tsu'tey watched the two of you with a soft expression, his fingers tracing small circles on the baby's tummy

"What are you going to name her?" Mo'at's sharp voiced interrupted the moment, her eyes on her and Tsu'tey as she watched (Y/N) with the tiny baby

“Kamari " Tsu'tey's eyes flicked away from the baby and over to her, a quizzical look on his face "Kamari?" He repeated, tilting his head a little as he tested the name she nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. It was the first thing that popped into her mind when she looked at her. Tsu'tey thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod "Kamari.." He said again, his eyes falling back down to the baby in his arms. "You like that, little one?" Kamari gave a small noise as if she was agreeing with her father. The baby wrapped one of her tiny hands around Tsu’teys finger, gripping it tightly. Her hand was so tiny, yet her grip was remarkably strong. Tsu’tey chuckled breathlessly as he gently tugged his finger, watching her not let go with an adoring look in his eyes “Oh you're totally screwed " spoke (Y/N) Tsu'tey gave her a side eye, his mouth tilting up in a small smirk "What do you mean by that?" He asked, his thumb tracing soft circles over the back of Kamari's tiny hand "She's got you wrapped around her little finger". "She's not the only one, you know" He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to look towards her, that smirk on his lips. Then his gaze falls back to the baby in his arms, his expression immediately softening Kamari let out what sounded like a little squeak, her tiny fingers grasping onto her father's finger with her surprising strength. Mo'at chuckled quietly, crossing her arms as she watched Tsu'tey interact with the baby

"You're in trouble already, Olo’eyktan “ Tsu'tey huffed in response to Mo'at's comment but didn't disagree. He knew exactly what she meant, He was completely enraptured, this little girl was the perfect combination of you both. He knew he was falling in love already . The baby let out a tiny gurgling sound, wiggling its tiny little arms as it snuggled against (Y/N) chest.

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Bullheaded

Bruce Soli x Witch!Reader

Your best friend talks to you about an issue he's been dealing with, hoping to maybe get some magical assistance from you. However, his issue evolves into something much bigger when he asks for some physical help too...

(This was technically supposed to be finished in time for 400 followers, but you guys are way too fast for me 🥲 we're already past 450 and I couldn't be more grateful 😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! This guy is part of a collaboration project between me, @the-witches-creatures (Ari and Bloom belong to her) and @silken-moonlight and I hope you enjoy! This took a lot longer than I wanted it to, and once again, I made it way too long lol I apologize for such a large gap between my posts, as I am currently still a busy college student, but I'm trying my best! I hope the quality makes up for it lol enjoy the show!)

Contains: size kink, weed use, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, boob job, loss of virginity, breeding kink, pregnancy risk, bulging, a lot of cum

"SON OF A BITCH!!" You heard Bruce suddenly bellow from his room angrily, followed by a loud crash. A long sigh escaped your lips as you broke your meditation and got up. It was a full moon. He knew not to disturb you when you were meditating, especially during the full moon. You got up with a huff and stomped over to his bedroom, throwing the huge heavy door open with the assistance of your magic.

"What the fuck do you want?! You know I need SILENCE during a full moon, you fucking dickhead!" You yelled at him. You were the only one that could talk to him like that without getting put in the hospital. You crossed your arms and furrowed your brow, ensuring he knew how pissed off you were. This shit always happened during the full moon. You saw him with his phone in pieces on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of his giant bed, tugging on his ears as he groaned in anger.

"Fuck you, bitch! I don't need your fucking attitude right now!" He yelled as he turned to you. Getting a better look at his eyes, they looked red and the fur under his eyes were wet from tears. However, the strange thing was that it didn't look like it was because he took too hard of a rip like you usually found him. In fact, his bong was completely untouched so far tonight from the looks of it. Your anger dissipated slightly as you looked at him. Sure he was a dickhead, but if something was really wrong, you did want to help.

"What's going on then? Why are you being an asshole?" You ask, scoffing a bit as you rolled your eyes. You knew jumping into feelings right away in conversations would go nowhere. You learned from experience.

"I'm not fucking trying to be!" He tugs at his ears again before burying his face in his hands. He grunts softly with each breath as he tries to calm down. He didn't want to be the cause of another noise complaint if he wasn't already. "Go back to your shit. I want to be alone and smoke." He grumbled as he went to open his stash box next to his bong on his bedside table. You let out a long sigh before walking over, literally jumping onto his bed because it's much taller than yours. He scoffs as he watches you in the corner of his eye, but doesn't tell you to leave. You liked to think that he liked having you around. At least a little bit.

As he absent-mindedly packed a bowl, his mind wandered. He had planned on going out to meet with a lady werewolf who needed help during the full moon, but he had gotten ghosted once again. As soon as he told her how big he was, she said she couldn't do it and didn't respond to his texts after that. That's why his phone was broken. He was so frustrated with this happening and had no idea what to do. Even other minotaurs didn't want him. Because of his temper and his size, most people couldn't handle him.

You could, though. A human witch. Although he found your presence annoying at the beginning of your friendship, he had grown to deeply care for you. You were always there, whether he wanted you there or not.

"Hey idiot." You say as you waved your hand in front of him to get his attention. He snaps back from his thoughts and looks down at you. "What's going on?" You ask with genuine concern. Concern for him. Concern you had shown him whenever he opened up to you. But he was frustrated that he had distracted you from what you were doing and didn't want to bother you. He stayed silent as he just stared at you for a moment, internally screaming out of guilt.

He didn't really understand much about your practice, but he knew the full moon was important for you, and you needed it to be as quiet as possible in the apartment. Usually, he'd be able to go out and practice with the band, but they were all busy. He figured that going out and hopefully getting laid for real for the first time would kill two birds with one stone.

That's right, folks, Bruce is a virgin. It wasn't from lack of trying, but everyone he had tried to sleep with found him to be way too big. No matter the monster, he was always left blue-balled and frustrated in more ways than one. It didn't help that you were always around. You always smelled so good. Poor guy couldn't even get any peace in his own room. The whole apartment smelled like you, even when you weren't around. It drove him crazy.

All of a sudden, his phone, now intact, plopped into his lap, and he once again snapped back to reality. He picked it up and looked it over before staring back at you. Why were you so nice to him when he treated you like shit? You always called him your best friend, but that statement made him sad in many ways. You deserved someone better to hold that title. He also wished he had a different title, but knew he deserved that one even less.

"There. I can perform a durability spell on it tonight if you want? It'll be extra strong since it's a full moon. I don't want to have to keep repairing it all the time." You said with a soft laugh, and he just nodded in response with a faint grunt. He could listen to your laugh for hours. You leaned in close to him and placed a hand on his thigh as you reached over, grabbing his phone from his hand. You used his leg to help yourself hop off the bed, and you smiled up at him. "Go ahead and smoke a bowl while I go do this, drama queen. It won't take long. Make yourself useful and pack me a bowl for when I get back too." You pat his thigh before walking out of his room, leaving him alone to his thoughts. The sensation of your hand on his thigh lingered for a moment after you left and he gently put his hand over top of where yours was. As touch starved as he is, he never tried to touch you. He was too worried about hurting you, as he had been too rough with you early on in your friendship and caused some pretty bad bruises. God he wanted to hold you though. He wanted you all to himself.

He slammed his palm into his forehead with a grunt before angrily grabbing his bong and his torch lighter. He needed to smoke. He couldn't keep thinking like that. He knew you deserved a kind, gentle guy. He wasn't kind or gentle. He was harsh. Hurtful. Harmful. That's how you got stuck with him in the first place.

He had recently transferred to your school halfway through senior year of high school. He had been expelled from his last school, and his grandma had contacted the school to see if anyone could keep an eye on him. When they were briefed on his temper and his size, the school administrators invited you to take on the role.

You were a bit of an outcast in your school, despite being surrounded by odd, magical creatures and fellow magic users. You often studied alone and in silence. You would perform unauthorized spell experiments during class, damaging things so you could repair them, and didn't talk to people unless spoken to. This led to people avoiding you, finding you odd or creepy.

So when you said you'd keep an eye on Bruce, they were surprised how quickly you agreed. To say he was shocked at your immediate yes after meeting him was an understatement. He had point blank told you that there was no way he was going to have a babysitter at school, much less a tiny human. Without a word, you used your magic to turn him into a large frog and told the administrators you agreed. He turned back. Eventually.

After that, you two were basically glued together. You got good grades, so you went out of your way to make sure he was caught up with the material. You always tried to help him the best you could, even if he was abrasive towards you. You knew from his Nonna that he actually seemed to have a soft spot for you, despite his protesting. You learned from her how to handle a lot of his outbursts. How his tempermental ass was related to such a sweetheart was a mystery to you.

You also had never told Bruce, but you had a huge thing for big monster guys. It was a big reason why you had said yes to keeping an eye on him. Or at least a huge bonus. The main reason was when you saw all the scars on his arms and face. You wanted to find out more about him, and it seemed like if you didn't take him, nobody else would have.

You heard the bubbling of his bong and the lighting of his torch as you finished up the spell on his phone in your room. It shouldn't break now. At least you had hoped not. Durability spells worked better on larger objects. The bigger it was, the harder it was to break. He had broken a few phones and bongs despite them being protected by your magic. He hadn't typically broken anything bigger than one of his large plates after you put the spell on all his things. However, even though his phone was the size of a tablet for you, it was still too small to be fully protected by the spell.

You let out a soft sigh and thought about all the nights you had thought about casting it on yourself. It was just a simple sigil, followed by a phrase you had made shortly after you had met Bruce. Once you had it mastered and tailored it to Bruce's strength, you slapped that thing on everything he would come in contact with that he used everyday. You just had to draw it on his stuff or carve it in if you wanted it to be extra strong. You had even considered finding a fellow magic user to tattoo it on you due to your... romantic interests.

You would have never admitted it to his face, but from the moment you saw him, you thought he was cute. What can you say? You like a big guy you could tame. You like an experiment. He was a giant, angry bull, and you wanted to ride him. You still did. But you knew his reputation. He never showed any interest in you and only saw you as a friend from your perspective. He had been with a lot of other people over the years, always busy on the weekends and late at night. As you walked back into his room with his phone, he was in the middle of rolling one of his giant joints.

"Really? Those things are massive. They make me feel like I'm sucking on a tail pipe." You groaned as you jumped onto his bed and crawled over to him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying not to let his eyes wander as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes. The sight of you crawling onto his bed was something he enjoyed a lot more than he should.

"You're so fucking dramatic. This is for me. I already packed you a bowl for your bong, princess." He said with a small smirk tugging at his lips. He brought joint up to his lips, lighting it and inhaling. You suddenly snatched the joint from his lips, smirking as you brought to your own. "You couldn't handle this stuff. It's a special strength for bigger monsters like me." He softly grumbles, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and into your face, rattling his septum ring.

"Oh yeah?" You jumped up on his bed and grabbed one of his horns with a giggle. You use his horn to tug his head closer to yours, purring into his ear teasingly. "I can handle more than you think."

"Fuck... don't do that..." He hissed through grit teeth. His voice dripped in an unfamiliar tone as he spoke. You felt your face flush as you quickly let go of his horn. His eyes snapped to look at you, and you felt a bit of fear for a moment. But when you read the look in his eyes, your heart started to pound. You hadn't seen him make that look before.

Lust.

"I-I'm sorry." You stammered as your face burned from the rush of blood. "I forgot you don't like your horns touched... did I hurt you?" You actually were a bit worried that you just hurt him or he was upset. He hadn't actually gotten upset with you in a really long time, so it was possible you just mistook his anger for lust, right? There's no way he actually looked at you like that.

He suddenly coughed and snatched the joint away from you, avoiding eye contact as he took a long drag from it. He hunched over as one of his elbows rested on his knee, his hand holding the horn you tugged on. You felt guilt well up inside you as well as tears. You knew minotaurs horns were sensitive, but you didn't think a little tug would hurt so badly. Then again, you didn't have horns. You felt awful for causing him any pain.

However, he was actually trying to fight the urge to pin you down on his bed and finger you until you were screaming. He may still have his virginity, but he was pretty talented at fingering and oral from what he had been told. You tugging on his horn and blowing smoke in his face made him so hard he was surprised he didn't rip his pants. He was hunched over to try and hide the massive bulge that appeared. He was trying his best to calm down from your sudden touch by smoking, but unfortunately for him, it just made him hornier. He always wondered if you had cast a spell on yourself to make you so irresistible.

"I'm fine... just... didn't expect that." He grumbled under his breath. That was an understatement. He noticed the room beginning to fill with smoke and that he had burned through half the massive thing already. He coughed a bit and put the half burnt joint out on the ashtray to save for another time. He tried his best to use his arms to cover his dick while he looked over at you. His blood ran cold for a moment when he saw you... crying?

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you or anything." You cry softly, your eyes extremely red from both the smoke and your tears.

"What? That didn't hurt me." He scoffs as he looks away. He acts offended at the suggestion you could hurt him, but in reality, he actually felt bad that he was making you cry.

"Then... why are you so upset about me touching your horn?" You sniffled and wiped your eyes. He looked back at you with his piercing green eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I'm not... upset with you... ugh, I know this sounds stupid, but I had a date for the full moon tonight, but she chickened out before I even went over... so I'm pent up and you know my fucking horns are sensitive. I don't know why you fucking touched them... Ugh! You always make it so difficult!" He bellowed before punching his wall above his headboard. Thankfully, this wasn't uncommon, and the durability spell on the wall was effective.

"What do I make difficult?! I make sure you don't destroy half your shit when you get like this!" You snapped back angrily as you felt yourself getting a bit annoyed with his whining.

"You make everything difficult! Living with you, your stupid incense and herbs, just your fucking scent is so fucking overwhelming. I can't take it anymore!" He bellows, hunching over with his head in his hands. "You make me fucking ache."

"... Huh?" You squeaked, confused.

"You cause me to act like this... I'm fucking pent up because of you. You're always around with your dumbass beautiful face and sexy body." He growls. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you all the time..."

"What if... I don't want you to?" You asked more as a question for yourself than for him. He rarely touched you, although you would touch him. You always wanted to know what his more gentle touch would feel like.

"What?" He asked, shocked at your suggestion. He stared at you, confused as you began to explain.

"Well, what if I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself?... what if I want you to touch me?" You had to look away as you spoke. You felt your face redden from embarrassment as you admitted what you really wanted.

"But... what if I hurt you again?" He grumbled lowly, clenching his fists in his lap as he sat up. Remembering the times he was too rough with you and hurt you was painful for him. You stuck by him through so much and still wanted to be around him to this day. He didn't want to cause you any pain.

"Oh, Brucie..." You began softly, resting a hand on his forearm. You were one of the few people that knew his real name, and you used it when you were more serious.

"Shut up." He snapped at the use of his real name as he rolled his eyes.

"You shut up." You retort as you look up at him and stand up on his bed. "Brucie, you won't hurt me."

"You don't know that. I've hurt you before." He says with a sad look in his eyes. The sight of the bruises he had given you back when you had first met were burned into his brain.

"There's only one way to find out." You gently take his giant hand in both of yours and look at him with a bashful smile. You felt his hand shaking as he tried to follow your lead, his other hand slowly reaching for you. He gently let's go of your hands and gingerly wraps his giant arms around you, pulling you into a tender embrace. His warmth surrounds you like a comforting blanket as you try your best to hug him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel him let out a deep sigh and you do the same. One of your hands rubbed the back of his head, and the other rubbed between his shoulder blades. A deep rumble in his chest viberates through you as he relaxs at your touch. You can feel his tense muscles slowly relax through the fabric of his hoodie under your fingertips. He leans his wet nose into your neck and inhales deeply, making you shiver with a shakey breath.

"How do you smell so fucking good?" He groans, his hot breath bathing your neck. You have to hold your breath to ensure you don't moan. The way he was holding you made it impossible for you to move away due to his strength, but you also didn't want to. He suddenly snaps back to reality and pulls away from you, his large hands moving to gently hold your shoulders to keep you at arms length. "This is dangerous."

"What?"

"I can't stay gentle for long. I'll end up hurting you if we keep going..." He says with a hint of sadness in his voice. Your warmth felt so nice and he wanted more, but he knew holding back wasn't easy for him to manage long-term. He didn't want to put you at risk for his own selfish wants.

"Oh... um... I have an idea then, actually." You say while trying to avoid eye contact. You just needed to do the durability spell on yourself and grab that lube you have... but you didn't want to admit that you had special magic lube for fucking large monsters for when you used your toys. You didn't want to seem desperate, even if the puddle developing in your panties argued otherwise. "I-I can help with you being pent up..."

"What?" He asked, genuinely a bit confused. "Why?"

"I just want to help!" You lied. The truth was that you had wanted to fuck him for years. Longer than you guys had been living together, but it felt like when you guys moved in together that it would never happen. After you guys moved in together, when he wasn't with you at the studio or in the apartment, he was seemingly off getting his dick wet where-ever he could. It was frustrating, but you knew you probably wouldn't be able to handle him as a human anyways. However, you could experiment on your own. You had done research on how big an average minotaur dick was and had gotten a few different toys to work up to it, and a huge bottle of magic lube that was supposed to help humans accommodate larger monsters. Over the last couple of years, you were comfortably using the minotaur dildo without any issues as long as you used the lube. You would often have to buy more. A small smug smirk began to develop on his lips as he cocked an eyebrow.

"You want to help? What makes you think your tiny human body could handle helping me?" He said as he tilted your head up to look at him by using one of his fingers under your chin. He repeatedly looks down at your lips while staring into your eyes. He may have seemed confident in that moment, but he was actually trying to get you to back down. He thought you were joking about wanting to help to try and cheer him up. He thought playing along would make you chicken out.

"I, uhhhh... may or may not have magic lube in my room... and the durability spell should work if I cast it on myself, so theoretically I can help you... and you wouldn't have to hold back." You said with your resolve only wavering slightly. You couldn't look him in the eyes, and your face was beet red, but you didn't pull your head away from his hand. After a few moments of silence you looked up at him and you saw that his eyes were wide and his mouth was open like he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out.

He was stunned that you actually had that stuff. Maybe you had been with more guys than he thought? No, he never smelled anyone coming over he didn't know about. Would have been nice to know you had magic lube. He could have been fucking you for weeks. Months? How long have you even had that lube for? Slowly, his resolve to hold back was dwindling at your words. He couldn't help but look you up and down, unintentionally undressing you with his eyes.

"Show me." Bruce commands with a deep growl, a dark look in his eyes as you slowly nod. You didn't want to argue with him if he looked like that. You jump off the bed and run over to his bedroom door, a bit wobbly from smoking. You hear him chuckle as you leave his room. "Hurry up, or I'll change my mind." You felt a bit dizzy from your high, but it could have been from all the blood in your cheeks.

As you got to your room, you walked over to your closet and sighed. You ended up with the smaller room in the apartment, of course. It still gave you more space compared to Bruce. You gently rubbed your cheeks as you tried to calm down and opened your closet. You had a large box on the top shelf that you kept everything in. As you were pulling it down, you heard familiar stomping coming towards your room. Shit. You dropped the box on the ground and quickly opened it, grabbing the lube before trying to close the box before he walked in. However, your timing wasn't good enough, and he walked in just as you had grabbed the lid to put it back on. You could have died right there on the spot as he stared at your collection of giant sex toys.

"Woah... I didn't think you were that much of a slut. Examples of real dicks you've taken?" He laughs as you felt extremely embarrassed, but still felt the need to defend yourself.

"Shut up! I'm a virgin, okay?! I haven't been with any other guys!" You blurt out without a second thought as you slam the lid back on the container. Your hands snap to cover your mouth as instant regret sets in. You didn't want him to know that. You didn't want him to know that you jerked off with those toys, hoping that he'd replace it. You let out a long sigh while you worked up the smokey courage to admit more. "I've only ever had an interest in a particular guy if I'm being completely honest..."

"Oh." He felt a pang of guilt as his heart sank. He felt awful for putting pressure on you. Why was he also upset that you were interested in someone else? "Who?"

"W-well, he's always near me... he's strong... makes me feel safe... he's, uh..." You glance down at the bulge in his jeans and swallow before looking up at him. "B-big..."

"Is it fucking Aram? That son of a bitch!" Bruce grumbled angrily, unable to hold back his temper and punching the wall. Thank god you made sure almost everything in your room had the durability spell too. He was frustrated that you wanted him as practice for his annoying manager. He wanted to kill him in that moment. "Fucking creep!"

"Wha- it's not Ari!" You yell in annoyance. Bruce was so dense. "It's you, dumbass! I'm interested in you! I wouldn't have wanted to fuck you for my first time if I wasn't!" You were fed up. You were done trying to throw hints around. He stood there for a moment, seemingly trying to process what you said.

"WHAT?!" He bellowed, shaking the walls of the penthouse before clearing his throat and trying again. "You're interested in me?"

"W-why do you think I have all those toys and that lube? I'm not stupid. I know minotaurs are big... I didn't want to be totally inexperienced..." You scoffed softly, trying to play it cool, but miserably failing with how you couldn't even look at him and your face being dark red.

"But why me?... I'm an arrogant asshole that takes up all your time and energy... you deserve better than me... I drive you crazy." He states gruffly, but you can still hear a hint of sadness despite his attitude.

"Yeah, but have you ever thought about how you make me crazy? You always try your best to be nice to me. You take care of me and protect me. I get to travel all over and smoke weed all day with you. I wouldn't have the life I have if it weren't for you." You say with a soft, genuine smile, approaching him as he backs up into the wall. His heart fluttered in his chest as he listened to you. "If all I have to do is make sure you don't break anything and repair a few things, I'm more than happy to take on more..." You hesitated for a moment, unable to stop yourself from looking over at his bulge before quickly looking away again. "Um, responsibility..." His breath catches in his throat as he looks at you. He stared down at you with wide eyes for a few moments before they narrow.

"I need you to do that fucking spell now." He says in a deeper voice than you're used to. It took you off guard.

"What? N-now?" You stammered softly. You worried you got him upset again.

"Just fucking do it." He growls in a more commanding tone. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, but also stirred your excitement. You didn't argue though, just quickly grabbing the closest marker and standing in front of your mirror as you tried to carefully draw the sigil on your lower abdomen under your belly button. It technically would work if you drew it anywhere, but you figured that you might as well have it close to what you wanted protected. You tried your best to stop your hands from shaking as you could see Bruce in the mirror, waiting. You could see the bulge in his pants grow bigger by the minute as you worked on getting the sigil drawn. Once it's done, you whisper your incantation, and a faint electric shock washes over your whole body out from where the sigil is.

"There. It should be ready- Ah!" You squealed as he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder without a word. You brace yourself on his shoulder as he keeps one hand on your waist to keep you from falling.

"You're such a bitch. I can't believe you fucking hid this from me." He growls before delivering a swift smack to your ass, earning a screech from you. It was hard, but it didn't hurt other than a sting. Either he was still being gentle, or the spell worked. Thank god. You let out a moan involuntarily as his large hand rubbed and groped your ass through your shorts. What did you get yourself into? "How long have you wanted to do this?"

"A while..." You admit quietly as you watch his ass, a bit distracted by the view until his hand connects with your ass once again.

"How fucking long?" He growls, growing impatient.

"Y-years!" You admit, gripping the back of his sweater as you squeeze your thighs together tightly. You hoped he couldn't smell your arousal, but you could hear him sniff the air a bit as he started moving. He made his way back to his room and kicked the door closed. The door slammed on it's hinges, startling you for a moment before Bruce suddenly throws you onto his large bed and you land with a bounce. He tosses the lube onto the bed and it lands with a bounce a couple feet away from you.

"Really? Years?" He asks, pulling off his hoddie to reveal his muscular upper body. He had many large scars visible through the fur of his chest and arms, and many more you knew about that were hidden underneath. He had gotten a bit of soft belly over the years of being on the road and eating takeout, but you thought he was still hot. You always thought he was. You wanted to kiss every single scar on his body and tell him that. "Even now?"

"Yes." You admit with a sly smile. The haze of smoke that still lingered in the room made you feel warm, and maybe a bit overconfident. You're taken by surprise as he crawls over you on his hands and knees, a grin spreading across his face as his imposing form casts a shadow over yours.

"Shit... you made me wait so long... I'm gonna enjoy tasting you, princess." He presses his large wet nose against your neck and inhales softly. His tongue slides out and licks along your collarbone and up your neck. He pulls away just enough so his face is in front of yours. He can't help but stare into your eyes before crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands quickly find his chest and run upwards, wrapping around his neck as you moan against his lips. His large tongue slides into your mouth as he moves one of his hands to pull your shorts off. He pulls off your shorts and panties in one smooth motion.

His tongue filled your mouth so much it made you gag, but you didn't care. You had craved him for so long. And after knowing the spell works, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you, but feeling him finally touch you was more intoxicating than the smoke he smelled like. You felt him slowly pull his tongue out of your mouth and pull away from your lips. You gasp and pant as you realize you had forgotten to breathe the whole time.

"B-bruce-" you speak shakily as you stare up at him with your gorgeous, lust drunk eyes. He lets out a soft groan as he suddenly rips your shirt with the hand that was groping your boobs and throws the shreds off to the side.

"Say my fucking name, witch." He growled as he starts to move down. He positions himself so his head is between your legs, braced on his elbows with his hands holding your hips much gentler than you were expecting.

"Brucie... please." You were quickly silenced by a squeal as his large tongue slid between your wet folds, giving your pussy a long, teasing lick. His nose pushes against your clit as his hands grips your hips a bit tighter.

"Oh fuck... You taste so fucking good..." He moans softly against your pussy lips, making you involuntarily grind against his face. He grins and keeps lapping at your pussy.

"Shit." You moan as his tongue slides into your needy pussy. He knew he'd never be able to fit his dick inside you without stretching you first, even with the spell, so he was glad he was talented in other ways to help the process. His thick tongue fucked you as you threw your head back, moaning loudly. You kept trying to buck your hips, unsure if you were trying to get away or get more, but he kept you held firmly in place for him with his rough hands. He wasn't letting you go anywhere. And he was eating you out like he was starved.

You squirmed in his hands as his flat nose rubbed your clit. His tongue kept thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, curving to hit everything just right and listening to your moans to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Your thighs clamp down on the sides of his head as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You suddenly grab his horns and he moans into your cunt, the vibration sending you into your first orgasm of the night.

"You're lucky you taste so good..." He chuckles as he pulls his mouth away from your drenched pussy, moving one of his hands from it's place on your hips to grab the lube. "Grabbing my horns made me real impatient now... but I need to make sure you're ready for me..." He sits back on his cloven feet as he squirts some lube onto his index finger. You take the opportunityto adjust yourself comfortably, biting your lip as you wait in anticipation of what he's doing. He puts the lube next to him as he moves his finger to press against your entrance. He rubs your outer lips with the lube, making you squirm as he teases you. He places his free hand gently on your lower abdomen to keep you still as he pushes his finger into your pussy. You stretch around him as his digit slowly fills you. It felt like the human sized toys you had tried before, but a lot better. A low grumble resonates from his throat as he looks down at you with a smile. "You're so tight... even with all that work you put in..." His voice and what he said made you clench around his finger, moaning as he slowly pumps his finger inside you.

The magic lube did have an odd side effect you had forgotten to mention. It used a mild aphrodisiac to help with the 'relaxing process' and because you were human, mild aphrodisiac mixed with smoking weed usually made your mind only think about him and what he'd do to you. It had just been fantasy for the longest time, but experiencing it now was making your brain melt. His hand on your abdomen gently pressed down as he started to move his hand a bit faster, earning plenty more desperate moans from you. A mix of your juices and the lube were dripping from your pussy and onto his sheets, but he didn't care. They were going to get a lot more messy soon enough.

"You seem eager... Ready for another one already?" He asks, slowing down for a moment as he teases your slick hole with another one of his thick fingers. You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to say yes, but only moans spilling out. A deep chuckle comes from him as he grins and eases another finger inside you, speeding up the pace again. You felt a sting for a brief moment before the lube helped you accommodate him. Two of his fingers was almost too much for you, but the lube was working wonders, just like his fingers. "I haven't had anyone take my fingers so well. Impressive for a human."

Bruce chuckled again as his fingers worked inside you, pressure building once again as you felt yourself close to your second release of the night. He can feel you getting close, so he adds a bit of extra pressure on your belly, and he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as he keeps up the pace, forcing your orgasm out of you as you scream out in pleasure. Your body shakes and your pussy twitches around his fingers as he grins and slows to a stop. Your sweaty, stunning body was tembling under him, and he was drinking up the sight.

"Fuck, you're so desperate for me baby. You already came twice." He moves his hand from your lower abdomen to place his hand next to head. He leans down and kisses you, groaning against your lips as he feels you buck your hips to try and get more friction inside you again. "You're always so fucking impatient." He whispers as he slowly pulls out his fingers and gets off the bed. You whine at the empty feeling, sitting up as you watched him take off his jeans. In the process, his phone fell out of his pocket. He grabs it and sees a text on his phone.

Bloom: close your fucking window Bruce. The whole city can hear you guys.

"Ah, shit." Still in his boxers, he walks over to close his window before walking back over to the bed with a sigh. "Where were we?" He says with a grin, making sure you were paying attention before he finally took off his boxers. You watch him closely as he reveals his dick, and your jaw drops slightly. It's bigger than your fucking arm. His thick, vieny cock bounces in front of you as you can see precum drip from his rounded tip and onto the edge of the bed. Thank god for magic lube, or you wouldn't have been able to fit him inside at all. You have to look away before you start drooling, and you look up at him. Upon looking at his face, he's avoiding eye contact and actually looks a bit nervous. An idea pops into your head based on the look on his face and how his dick is twitching, clearly eager for what's to come.

"Are you a virgin too?" You pipe up quietly. His eyes snapped to yours and he spots the shit eating grin spreading across your tired face.

"Excuse me, bitch?" He questions, annoyed that you had even suggested it. Sure, you were right, but how dare you? He's caught off guard by you getting on your hands and knees to crawl over to him. Your legs were still a bit unstable, so you were shaking a bit, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the sight of you crawling to him. His dick twitched more in response and you bit your lip.

"It's not a bad thing if you are, Brucie." You sat back on your heels at the edge of the bed and grasp his dick in both hands. You feel him tense under your touch. His dick is so heavy in your hands as you gently rub your hands along his length. He moans and shivers in response, his hands gripping his thighs as he tries his best not to grab you. "You seem happy to have my attention like this."

"F-fuck you." He grunts out between moans and closes his eyes for a moment. He sucks in a breath as he suddenly feels your tongue on him, his eyes snapping open to watch you lick and kiss all over his dick.

"That's exactly what I want. And I know this guy wants it too. Do you?" You giggled as you position yourself so his dick is resting between your boobs. You use your arms to squeeze them together around his cock the best you can while each of your hands grip his cock as well. You can't get your mouth around his tip, but you still lick and suck the tip the best you can as you use your upper body to jerk him.

He stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before cupping your face gently and watching you enthralled. He's never had anyoke try to do this for him before. It may not be a normal blow job, but the fact that you wanted to try and make him feel good too drove him crazy. He can't help but gently thrust against you as you try your best to jerk him. He didn't want to interrupt whatever you were doing, but it just felt so good...

"O-oh fuck-" He stammered out, trying to pull away, but you kept a surprisingly strong grip. He was twitching widely against you and you could tell he was close already. Poor guy must be so touch starved. After only a few more thrusts, he bellows and groans as one of his hands dig his blunt nails into his thigh. He cums hard, moaning as you continue to jerk him and lick him until the ropes of cum came to a stop. You latched your mouth onto his tip and you tried you best to swallow but he came so much and the rest spilled all over your chin and chest. He was shaking a bit, panting as his vision refocuses on you once again.

"I didn't expect you to cum so quickly." You said with a giggle, slowly pulling away and letting his dick fall. "Too bad. I wanted more still." He groans as he looks over you, messy with his cum. As he catches his breath, he suddenly pushes you back on his bed, grabbing your legs and pushing them back against your chest. His dick quickly springs back to life as he sees you under him, covered in his cum. It's all over you like you just stepped out of a gang bang, but it was just him. You were both loving it.

"I never said I was done... and after you came on my face and my fingers earlier, I deserve your hot pussy wrapped around my dick and ready to take everything I give you..." He growled, his eyes showing pure lust as he roughly pushes you back onto the bed. As you flopped onto your back, he was quick to spread your legs and position himself between them.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You giggled softly before seeing him run his messy cock along your folds, your overstimulated clit throbbing. He grabs the lube once again and coats his cock in it while still grinding against your pussy. As he presses his thick tip against your entrance, you realize he's gonna fuck you without a condom. "W-wait, no condom? What about-"

"I'm not fucking wearing a condom when you've been teasing me for so fucking long..." He growled through grit teeth. You didn't even want to argue. You wanted to feel him. All of him. You didn't want a condom on him either. You weren't on birth control, and he knew that. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're fucking pregnant."

His words made you feel hotter than you cared to admit. Without another word, he starts to ease himself into you with a stiffled groan. You moan and shake as his cock stretches you with a slight sting before melting into pleasure. It takes a minute for you to adjust to just his head before he starts to thrust his hips, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. You were already on cloud 9, and so was he. It took some work, but once you took him all the way, he couldn't help but hold himself inside for a few moments. He was panting heavily as you felt every throb and twitch he made inside you, just like how he could feel every squeeze and flutter your walls made. Your stomach was bulging from his size, leaving you getting even more hot and bothered with every second he sent just having you cockwarm him.

"Fuck... you feel even better than I thought you would..." He groans as his massive hands grasp the back of your thighs, pushing your knees back against your chest. You gasp and don't have a chance to say anything before he suddenly starts to thrust like a wild animal. The sudden jolt of intense pleasure nearly blinds you, everything inside you that made you scream, being hit all at once. Your pussy squeezes his cock hard as only a few thrusts in you're already ready to burst and he moans at the sensation. "Already gonna cum? Such a slut. Be a good slut for me and cum on my fucking dick. I'm not fucking stopping."

You didn't need to be told twice, screaming out in pleasure as you came hard, your vision going white as he just continues to fuck you like nothing is happening. You can't think straight, just moaning and quivering as he continues to rail you through your most intense orgasm to date.

You finally start to come down from your high after what feels like hours, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes. You feel him start to throb once again, his thrusts getting more sloppy and his hands shaking as he keeps your legs held in place. It felt like he was going to break you in half, but you didn't care about anything, but your next rapidly approaching orgasm. He leans down and his large tongue licks the sweat from your neck, his hot breath bathing your neck and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"F-fuck... I'm close already... what did you do to me? I think I'm fucking addicted to you..." He groans in your ear, his words turning you on even further as he drinks up your moans directly into his ear. "You want my cum baby? I can feel you getting close, too. I want you to beg for my cum baby. Fucking beg for me."

"F-fucking cum in me, please!" You moan out, his thrusts getting even rougher as he grunts. His last bit of restraint is gone as he fucks into you like a machine, unrelenting. You feel his cock throb wildly, his hips and heavy balls snapping against yours in a final rough thrust as he cums inside you. You cum with a screaming moan and clamp down on his dick, milking his cock as he bellows and dumps his load inside you.

You're both panting and trembling as he fills you up for what feels like forever, your belly bulging due to both his cock and his cum. You're both high on endorphins and super strong weed, so both of you have to take a pause before he attempts to pull out. He tries to go as slowly as possible, hissing with a grunt as the head of his dick pops out, his cum spilling out of you and onto his sheets. He groans at the sight before biting his lip and getting up.

"Fuck... you really are addicting..." He grins as he crawls over top of you, pressing his hand gently on your belly as the rest of his cum flows out of you. You moan softly, and he takes your lips in a tender kiss before picking you up and carrying you to his bathroom. He placed you down on the counter as he grabbed a face cloth and dampened it before carefully wiping you down. You can't help but moan as he rubs your sensitive body, shaking as he cleans up your pussy as well and avoids the sigil on your stomach. He watches your every move as he bites his lip hard, trying to keep himself from fucking you further. He kisses you once again before grabbing another face cloth and putting it in your hands.

"Finish cleaning yourself if there's anywhere I missed. I'll be back. I'm gonna go change my sheets." He says with a small grin as he turns to leave the bathroom. It's not like you could go anywhere if you wanted to. The durability spell and the lube worked great, but you were so sensitive and high that you would fall on your face if you even tried to walk. You cleaned your face and tried to clean your hair was best you could. You needed rest. You could shower in the morning.

Once he was done changing the sheets, he came back wearing boxers, with one of his shirts in his hands and puts it on you without asking. He then picks you up and carries you back to his bed, pulling back the covers and putting you down gently. You giggle, his bed nice and soft and his shirt nearly being a floor length dress for you. You stick your hands out the arm holes and smile up at him as he crawls into bed next to you.

"Thank you, Brucie." You say as he covers you both with his plush blanket and pulls you into his chest.

"Shut up. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You need to rest." He whispers gruffly as his arms surround you. "We have a long day tomorrow." You smile and nuzzle your face into his chest, letting your exhaustion take you after he kisses you goodnight.

As you're drifting off, you can swear he whispers, "I love you."

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First kisses

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Goshiki would always ask the rest of the team to have lunch together, all starry-eyed in contrast with the way he tried to look chill. So when he stopped asking, Semi definitely noticed.

The setter looked around with a keen eye after picking up his tray, leaning around the corners to try and find the younger volleyball player.

He spotted him over by the windows, at the end of a table sitting opposite of you.

The two of you were laughing and talking, leaning towards each other with eagerness at whatever topic you were discussing.

Goshiki’s ankles were locked together under his chair and you were quietly tapping your feet. The innocent infatuation was so obvious it made Semi smile softly.

“Did Goshiki get a girlfriend?” he asked the other third-years as he sat down.

“Mom of the group and you haven’t noticed Goshiki gushing about his new girlfriend?” Tendo asked, cackling loudly and making others turn with dirty looks.

Semi rolled his eyes. “Washijo made me train with Shirabu this week,” he argued.

“Well, our dear youngest starting player has gotten himself an adorable little girlfriend.”

Goshiki followed you to your club after school, holding your hand with a spring in his step while you walked and then hugging you before leaving. The second he rounded the corner out of your sight, he took off in a sprint towards the gym. He barely made it on time, blending in with the others just as Washijo blew the whistle, telling everyone to gather around.

They walked onto the court in teams of three, and Semi patted Goshiki hard on the shoulder. “Kiki, congrats on getting a girlfriend!”

Goshiki’s cheeks heated up and he nodded proudly. “Thank you. She’s so cute, I think I love her.”

Semi whistled and Taichi scoffed at what he heard. “Have you kissed?” he teased, watching as Goshiki’s pride broke down in two seconds.

“K-kissed?”

After your clubs finished, Goshiki waited for you outside, taking your hand so you could walk together towards the dorms. As you got to where the girls and boys were split to each half of the building, you slowed to a stop.

He turned to you and took in a sharp breath, hand feeling clammy in yours but still holding on.

You smiled at him with that sweet smile he liked so much, and he almost forgot what he was going to say, smiling back at you instead with a soft laugh. “How was club?”

“Really good! I think this will get me a huge boost for college admissions,” you answered, then told him about your latest project while he listened. However, his eyes drifted slightly downwards now and then.

“That’s great, I hope I can see it when you’re done,” he said. There was a slight pause as he stepped a little closer, blinking nervously.

“Tsutomu?” you whispered.

“Can we kiss?”

You took a sharp breath, trying to contain your smile to seem a little cool about it and suddenly worrying immensely about your breath. “Yes.”

He leaned closer in intervals, a little at a time, the other hand resting on your waist because he wasn’t sure where else to put it. You put your free hand on his shoulder, slowly trailing up to the nape of his neck as his puckered lips finally met yours.

They were slightly dry, you thought, but the butterflies that took over your stomach didn’t let you dwindle much on that fact. It was just a small kiss, but you were both giggling with happy smiles as you pulled away.

“Goodnight then,” he giggled, leaning in to once again peck your lips before turning around and walking to his dorm.

“Goodnight, Tsuto!”

Come morning, the team had early practice before classes started and Goshiki skipped out of the locker room. Semi raised an eyebrow, Tendo smirked knowingly, and Ushijima spoke up about it. “You seem happy.”

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged, sitting down to do some stretches before they began.

Semi tsk-ed and leaned on his shoulders, forcing him into a bigger stretch. “Come on, you can tell us.”

Goshiki winced and controlled his breathing as his muscles warmed up. “We… kissed.”

And while the second-years watched in disgust, all the third-years exploded into whoops and cheers while the first-year flushed at the attention.

“Whatever guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” he said, acting coy, but it was obvious to everyone that this was a big deal for him.

Now he needs to figure out the best time to tell you he loves you.

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vasito-de-leche · 8 months ago

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;R1999 - "this suitcase, livelier than it ever was"

Timekeeper Team x Reader 1.4k words fluff, comfort, found family Day or night. In the morning, in the evening, in the afternoon. Inside, where it's warm, or outside, where it's cold. Home is wherever your newfound, little family is.

this is something that started on the r1999 roleplay server, a little collaborative writing moment we had. I wanted to expand on it with this slightly new format because it makes me. so deranged to think about the domesticity of living in vertin's suitcase with everyone else, all of your friends <3

this is just the early morning version! but we also talked about the afternoon and night time hehehoho. shoutout to everyone who was there for the nuclear bombs that were dropped that day, we did it we survived!!!

It's early in the morning, and you smell the scent of warm food before the sun hits your eyes.

Despite the voices, you know who is in the kitchen just by smell alone; this is Bunny Bunny's special pancake recipe, the one she learned from her grandmother. Those are the two, maybe three pots of coffee being brewed at once for Horropedia, Bette, Kaalaa Baunaa and more. There are footsteps echoing all over the building, they come from above on the up and down, from left and right.

You don't feel the need to get dressed and be presentable before leaving your room, your pajamas work just as well. Right away, you see Blonney, her long, blonde hair tangled up in knots, ushering Jessica into one of the bathrooms, the cleanest one in this floor; they do this all the time, this is their routine. You know it'll be an hour or two before they finish, but if you're nice, they will let you join them. Jessica notices you right away and waves with an endearingly big smile across her face. She tells you that Blonney is going to groom her fur today, since they have a photoshoot for one of her projects.

Blonney follows her gaze, she gestures for you to "hurry and get your ass in here with them if you want her to do your hair" in a way that a stranger would perceive as hostile. But you're no stranger, you know of the hidden, sisterly affection in her words. And you also know better than to intrude whenever one of her movie projects is involved. The door shuts behind them after you politely decline. The last thing you hear is Jessica's muffled voice bidding you goodbye.

It's early in the morning, and your hair is a mess. There's another bathroom down the hall, but that's usually where the children of the suitcase go to see who is the fastest at brushing their teeth and washing their face--you'd rather not come out of there, wet and covered in toothpaste. Your other option is an even bigger gamble; there is a mirror in Pavia's room, but catching him in a good mood is the tricky part. For all you know, he's not even there, and he's one of the very few people who still lock their doors. Even so, he has no issue barging into your room unannounced every so often.

Regulus it is, then. You know she's awake because of the shrill sound of her music, a permanent vibration in the walls that all of her neighbors have grown used to. The smile on her face is big and welcoming once she opens the door to greet you, she says you look like shit and lends you her hair brush. Mr APPLe is not with her this time, but you know that he's the one making sure that Regulus wakes up in time for breakfast--a pirate needs to be quick to eat, he would say, and she would then repeat this to you.

You walk with Regulus towards the kitchen. You have to step over many of the forgotten toys scattered throughout the hallways. You nod in greeting to Zima, who always walks nearest to the wall, as if to avoid being in anyone's personal space. In his hands, he holds a small plate of pastries and a cup, his companion Zima--the bird-- pecks away at the small crumbs. It chirps at you and the two return to their room.

It's early in the morning, and you sit down with all the friends from all over the world that you've made ever since Vertin took you in. The Timekeeper herself sits across from your spot, discussing the puzzles in today's newspaper with Sonetto. A plate of pancakes is set down on the table, just for you, with the toppings that you love and the perfect amount that you usually eat. When you look up, you see Tooth Fairy smiling down at you; today, she's the one helping Bunny Bunny, tomorrow it will be someone else as the schedule pinned on the fridge indicates. Your turn won't come in a while, but you know that tonight you're in charge of doing the dishes with Leilani.

Something touches your leg, and you lean down to see the twins, Luisa and Louise, attempting to feed gummy bears to Pickles, who solemnly looks away each and every time the sweet candy nears his mouth. Eventually, he trots off and they chase after him, surprising and almost knocking Oliver out of his chair. Some laugh, some call out to the kids, some point out the sudden flushed look on the boy's face.

Regulus asks for seconds, and she fights with Centurion over the biggest, tastiest looking pancake in the batch; this is a contest Regulus knows she can't win, yet she tries anyway. The pancake ends on Centurion's plate before anyone can even understand how, luck always on the gambler's side--but she still goes out of her way to cut it in half and share with the pirate. When she catches your eye, she offers you some, she even suggests that you add hot sauce to enhance the flavor. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume she was joking, but she isn't.

You decline, and someone else takes your place. Shamane rests a hand on the back of your chair, leaning forward from behind you to reach out and take a small piece of hot sauce covered pancake from Centurion's plate. His voice is booming, happy and energetic, and it remains so even after the combination renders his taste buds useless. You quickly offer your own glass of water and he takes it gladly as another round of laughter begins around the table.

Now that Shamane has indulged in the shenanigans, the children follow suit; Kanjira stands on her chair, offering to try the food as well, but Matilda pulls her down by the arm, shaking her head in both disappointment and genuine concern. Erick is next, then Eagle. It's only when Bunny Bunny threatens to hold off dessert that the table calms down.

On your left, Druvis III sits quietly, enjoying the atmosphere. When you first met her, you assumed her to be the solitary type, preferring the comfort of her trees than a room full of people. But now you understand her a little better. She notices you glancing her way and asks if you slept well, falling into a pleasant conversation with you. She mentions an outing with Sotheby, a small excursion to the wilderness to search for ingredients; if you'd like, you're welcome to join them. This is a genuine sentiment, not an invitation that she extends out of politeness, having been raised among other nobles and aristocrats, an environment in which every little detail came with hidden, ulterior motives. You tell her that you will, if you have time--Spathodea has asked you to spot her while she trains, since Desert Flannel is too busy with her many, many jobs today.

Right! And after that, you might have a mission with Charlie and The Fool! And then, after that, you want to rest before Baby Blue's tea party. Druvis III listens attentively, praising you for having the energy to do so much in so little time. A small voice jumps in, Cristallo informs you that Baby Blue's tea party has been moved--it will happen in two days from now on, after an accident involving Diggers and his bubbles rendered greenhouse unusable, covered in foam and his special bubble solution.

Tooth Fairy gasps ever so gently, like she just remembered something small, like her keys on the table; but she comments on how her instructions, paired with Horropedia's ideas, might have pushed Diggers down the wrong path. Gossip runs fast, and everyone quickly wants to know what sort of shenanigans Tooth Fairy would even entertain in the first place.

There is much on your mind, so many things to notice and look forward to, that you don't notice Erick stealing a strawberry from your plate. When you look out the window, you see the silhouettes of your other friends in the fields or perched by the trees.

A pair of curious eyes land on you.

You look healthier, happier even--a strong contrast to the state you were in when she found you. Vertin smiles, she knows exactly how you feel. It's the same for her, after all.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #im not tagging everyone mentioned

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shinesurge · 1 year ago

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Webcomic rings run by people within the community are cool and you should support them

I've been loudly struggling a little bit with corporate webcomic Stuff lately so I want to mention something positive to balance it out: webrings run by small groups of creators earnestly trying to support each other are slowly making a comeback and I for one am delighted.

If you weren't around for them in the before times, webrings were just some folks who hang out a lot who feature each other on their websites. That's literally it lmao. There's generally no money involved and it only really functions the way it's supposed to if people have control over their own websites AND genuinely want to participate and get excited about other folks' work, which means the practice has pretty well fallen by the wayside over the years in webcomic culture given. Everything. In the rare event someone decides to do something like this it's usually in the form of a link list somewhere on their website; this doesn't usually indicate any sort of mutual support, it's just a list of what the creator is reading themselves.

A webring, though, is an official banner or hub that people gather under intentionally where each member is more or less on equal footing. It's essentially the concept of "a rising tide lifts all boats" put into practice, each creator brings their own audience to the table in a passive, opt-in sort of way that's different from working for a publisher since there isn't necessarily a Top Spot or a paycheck everyone's vying for, and individuals retain autonomy over both their own work and how (if) they promote each other. You're all at your own tables in an artist alley rather than fighting over the table in the front of the book store, essentially.

I have two rings and one collective for you today!

Webcomic Ring was brought to my attention AGES ago by Holly, one of the artists featured there, and I might have brought it up at some point but I'm doing it again lmao. This is exactly the kind of thing you ought to be looking for; a small group of enthusiastic folks having a good time making their weird little comics. You probably haven't heard of much in the catalog, that's PERFECT in the context of webcomics that's where the GOOD SHIT is. Finding something like this is A Gift go dig around in the longboxes for a while.

Then a few people have pointed me in the direction of the KNIFEBEETLE collective and that's neat too! Most of the comics there are already fairly well-known, but the vibes are excellent and I haven't seen a lot of talk about the collective /itself/ outside folks already in the know. I think it's important for this sort of thing to be more visible to folks who aren't terminally steeped in webcomic culture already so here I am telling you about it. You were probably reading several of these before I suggested it, but that's how a webring works! For it to do its job you should take those bigger creators' tacit recommendation of the less popular titles as a sign to go read something new and strange. Wild, I know these are practices held over from the old internet, but I think we should try and bring them back.

Lastly, I want to mention Spiderforest, which is a collective (slightly different from a webring) BUT still a very cool project readers starved for new stuff should pay attention to.

You've probably seen Spiderforest kicking around for a long time already; they're wonderful and have always been an overall positive force in the community in my experience. They really focus on building up a community, and especially welcoming newcomers and helping them get their feet under them. Full disclosure, I've been asked to apply by a few different folks over the years and the only reason I never did is I don't have the ability to participate in their forums and such as frequently as they want their creators to; it's a very good system (from my outside perspective) that might contribute to the community staying mostly healthy in ways that art communities usually don't and I appreciate it a lot!

ANYWAYS that's all I got for now, just trying to balance out some bad feelings I've been having by talking about some good stuff. Please go binge an archive this week.

#long post #contrary to what i say i do love webcomics so fucking much #there are Reasons i'm fucking angry all the time lmao

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polepositioned · 4 months ago

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JOCHEN RINDT

[ karl jochen rindt (GERMAN , born april 18th 1942, died september 5th 1970) was a racing driver who competed under the austrian flag in formula one from 1964 to 1970, at the time of his death. rindt won the formula one world drivers' championship in 1970 with lotus, and remains the only driver to have won the world drivers' championship posthumously, following his death at the autodromo nazionale di monza, during practise for the italian grand prix. ]

#he passed away not too far from where his idol (von trips) died. they. died. on the same track.#jochen rindt my favourite driver i never talk about #as a quick post before a slightly bigger project #i wonder what rindt would've thought of schumacher. or senna. they drove the same.#rindt outpaced graham hill and NOBODY talks about it.#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #classic f1 #jochen rindt

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jennifer-jeong · 7 months ago

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haiii!! could I put in a request for boothill x an alcoholic engineer reader who’s personality takes a complete 180 when drunk? Like when sober they’re really quiet and a total introvert but when drunk they’re basically a party animal/super hype(the reason why they drink so much is because it helps them forget about their life problems like taxes and student loan debt, if I had to compare the reader’s personality to a character I’d say hiroi kikuri from bocchi the rock) but they’re like crazy smart when it comes to machines and stuff and even fixes up boothill from time to time

headcanons or a small fic is fine^^

HII I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’ve just been out of the groove of writing for a bit but your request is so cute and I wanted to take a shot at it. Thank you for your request and I hope you like it!

Fluff + Suggestive | Boothill x GN!Reader A Few Drinks

CONTENT Fluff, suggestive, him flirting with you, you flirting with him, getting handsy, alcohol consumption, pet name usage, no reader pronouns used, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 1227

It was a regular Friday afternoon in your personal workshop situated in your home on a planet not far off from Penacony and easily accessible via space anchors. The planet was mostly made up of plains, your house sat near a pond and was surrounded by grass and your tiny gardens that you filled with flowers and succulents. You were an excellent engineer working both for corporations as well as taking on smaller private contracts/projects occasionally. You were currently working on a specific cyborg’s finger joint, putting the finishing touches on the cybernetics before he came to have it attached to his robotic body.

You heard a familiar clicking of boots against the sidewalk to your open workshop door before an equally familiar greeting from the cyborg cowboy.

“Heya sweetheart, how ya been? Hows my dumb fudging finger treatin ya?” he chirped, his voice slightly grainy and robotic due to a lack of organic vocal chords.

You swivel around in your chair, giving him a small smile. “Your pinky was pretty messed up but I managed,” you replied quietly, a little anxious talking to the -handsome- man you knew killed people on the daily.

“Ah, ya always fix me up fine and dandy, I knew you’d be able to help,” he said as he walked towards your workbench.

You gave him a small chuckle at the praise and turned around to grab the fixed finger. “Thanks… now just have a seat on the-” you were cut off by turning slightly and being met with his face awfully close to yours. He had leaned over your shoulder to take a closer look at your work, his hands held behind his back.

Your eyes widened as you froze for a moment, unintentionally staring at him before looking away. He was looking at your work but when you turned away he took the opportunity to scan over your flustered self, grinning slightly at how cute you were.

You always treated him so sweetly, disregarding what he did for work because you knew about his past. How could he not find you adorable?

He pulled away to walk towards the table that doubled as an operating table when he or your other clients needed bigger fixes.

“Here?” he says knowingly.

You nod quickly before grabbing a few tools and setting up to attach the part back to his synthetic nervous system.

It was a painful few minutes of him watching you intently as you worked. He was sitting up, leaning back on his right hand, legs spread as he got comfy. His left hand was propped up into a sleeve to keep it still as you worked on it. You tried hard to not look up at him despite knowing he was staring down at you the entire time, probably with that teasing grin he always wore around you.

Once you were done and he finished paying you (with a generous tip no less), he suddenly wondered what you’d be doing since the work week just ended.

“So, whadda ya doin after closin’ up shop today? Ya ever go out for Friday happy hour?”

You whipped your head around to him at the mention of drinking before looking down at the ground, hoping you didn’t seem too eager to talk about alcohol.

“Y-yeah, I go every weekend,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “really? Ya didn’t really strike me as the drinkin’ type darlin’.”

You swallowed at his use of pet name.

“Yeah… it helps me get my mind off work and shit,” you shared with him, figuring it was fine to tell him about it since you already started to get to know each other pretty well during his visits. It was hard to explain, but you trusted him.

“Huh… Well, let’s fudgin’ go then!” He says, jumping off the table. “Lemme know when ya ready darlin”.”

“W-whoa there darlin’” Boothill says for the nth time after you two got to a vintage looking club in the city. You were stumbling a bit as he tried to prevent you from knocking anything over or getting yourself hurt. You kept bumping into him, grabbing onto his arms or his chest to stabilize yourself.

It was your turn to fluster the man.

After all the times he’d made you shy and bashful, him feeling your hands all over him in this context and not during some sort of repair procedure was really setting off his sensors.

You giggled in your drunken state and dragged him by his hand to the crowded dance floor. The current song was just ending and you heard the first few beats of one of your favorite songs. The crowd clearly also liked the song as you all started getting hyped. You started jumping and dancing in front of him as you held his shoulders. You even grabbed the attention of some nearby girls as they encouraged you and you did the same to them.

Boothill’s expression slowly morphed from curious shock to an endearing smirk as he laughed at your total 180 shift in personality as soon as you had a few drinks. His hands found your hips as you continued to dance all over him while he moved with the rhythm.

It was also in this moment that he realized exactly what you were wearing too, it was a pretty, skin tight top and ripped shorts, completely different from the baggy overalls and t-shirt you usually wore in the workshop.

He felt his body’s cooling system kick in a bit harder.

You noticed his eyes on you as you always did, but this time, with alcohol in your system, you decided to do something about it.

You pushed him into a nearby bar stool, forcing him to sit down and lean against the bar counter. You stood between his legs, hands on his chest as you leaned towards his face.

“Thanks for coming out with me Bootie~” you said with your eyes lidded, batting your eyelashes at him. His breath hitched at the sudden nickname usage that you’ve call him by before.

“I’ve been stressed about shit recently but this is fun” you giggle, “we should do it more often,” you add, looking him up and down, something he doesn’t miss.

He relaxes slightly, hands finding their place on your waist again as his signature grin comes out. You could tell he was still pretty flustered though, he was into it, but still a bit shy.

“You’re always looking at me like that, Bootie,” you say as you trace a finger on the underside of his jaw, making him look at you. “I don’t say it when I’m not drunk… but I hope y’know I don’t mind it,” you say with a smile and lidded eyes. Your finger trails off the bottom of his chin as he ever so slightly chases your touch.

You giggle again at his reactions to you, feeling a bit giddy knowing that he was as into you as you were into him.

You push off him to run back to the dance floor, calling out to him with the nickname you just gave him.

The cowboy adjusts his hat before blinking a few times, smiling, and exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He follows you back to the dance floor as he thinks “I’m fudged.”

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#boothill x reader #boothill fluff #boothill smut #honkai x reader #honkai fluff #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #star rail x reader #star rail fluff #j's silly ramblings

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movingmusically · 2 months ago

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@12joeywheelerfangirl asked

I would love a request where Austin is still dating Kaia even though he begins to feel something for the reader or something like that. Even though the relationship between them starts to fizzle out. I would love it if it was steamy as well.

Author’s Note:

This is a long one—I thought about splitting it into two parts but decided to keep it as one. Also, it’s my first attempt at writing some bits from Austin’s perspective. I hope it’s what you had in mind!

Word Count: 12,898

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What Comes After

The restaurant was alive with chatter, the kind of low hum that filled every corner without being overbearing. You took a deep breath as you stepped through the doors, the faint scent of rosemary and wine hitting you immediately. This dinner was a big deal—a chance for the cast and crew to meet before filming officially began. It was your first time working with this director, a name that carried weight in the industry, and you didn’t want to make the wrong impression.

The maître d’ greeted you with a polite smile, guiding you toward a table at the back where the director and a handful of others were already seated. You felt the nerves tightening in your stomach as you approached, but then you saw him.

Austin Butler.

He was standing near the director, his head tilted slightly as he listened to something being said. He looked effortless, his posture relaxed, but it wasn’t his looks that caught your attention—it was the energy around him. There was something about him, something calm and open, that seemed to draw everyone toward him without him even trying.

When the director spotted you, he waved you over enthusiastically. “Y/N! There you are. Come, come!”

You smiled, stepping forward and shaking hands with him.

“I want you to meet your co-star,” he continued, turning to Austin. “Austin Butler. Austin, this is Y/N.”

Austin turned toward you, and for a split second, your heart skipped. His eyes were striking, a piercing blue that seemed to look right through you. His handshake was firm but not overbearing, and when he smiled, it was warm and genuine, as though you’d been friends for years.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice carrying that quiet confidence he was known for. His eye contact didn’t waver—not in a way that felt intimidating, but in a way that made you feel like, for those few moments, you were the only person in the room.

“You too,” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt.

“First time working with him?” Austin asked, nodding toward the director, who was already engaging in conversation with someone else.

You nodded, relaxing slightly. “Yeah. I’ve admired his work for years, though, so I’m excited. You?”

“Same here,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted to for a long time. Feels like a good fit.”

The sincerity in his tone made you smile. There was no arrogance, no sense of him thinking he was bigger than the project—just pure enthusiasm.

“Glad I’m not the only newbie then,” you said lightly, and his smile widened just a fraction.

As the conversation shifted around you, you couldn’t help but notice how he treated everyone at the table. He gave the same kind of attention to the assistant director as he did to the producer, nodding thoughtfully and asking questions that made it clear he was genuinely interested in their answers. That same quiet focus was there when he spoke to you, and for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, it made your nerves fade away.

The conversation around the table shifted, the director launching into a story about the early days of his career. You listened, half-focused, but your attention kept drifting to Austin. He was listening intently, nodding along at the right moments, his lips curling into a faint smile when the director made a self-deprecating joke.

“You always this good at small talk?” you asked softly, leaning toward him so your words didn’t carry to the others.

He turned to you, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “I like listening. People have better stories when you’re quiet.”

“That’s a polite way of saying I should stop talking,” you teased, your voice low enough to keep the playful remark between you.

His smile widened, and for a moment, he just looked at you—like he was trying to figure you out. “Not at all,” he said finally. “I’d rather hear yours.”

The weight of his gaze made you blink, a flicker of warmth creeping up your neck. You cleared your throat, reaching for your water glass to steady yourself.

“So,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence. “What made you say yes to this project?”

You hesitated, glancing at him. His question wasn’t surface-level—it felt genuine, like he really wanted to know.

“Honestly?” you said, crossing your arms lightly. “I loved the script. The characters felt real, like they weren’t just there to drive the plot forward. It’s rare to find writing like that.”

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I felt the same way. There’s this weight to it, you know? Like it’s more than just a job.”

“Exactly,” you said, smiling slightly. “I mean, I’m nervous as hell, but I’m excited too.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “You don’t seem nervous.”

“That’s because I’ve spent the past hour hiding it,” you admitted, laughing lightly.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “you’re doing a good job. For what it’s worth, I think we’re in good hands.”

You met his gaze, something unspoken passing between you. His words were simple, but there was a quiet sincerity in them that made your chest feel lighter. Before you could think of a response, the director stood, clinking his glass to grab everyone’s attention.

“Alright, folks, I think we’ve taken up enough of this fine establishment’s time,” he announced with a laugh. “Thank you all for coming tonight. Let’s make something incredible together.”

The table broke out in scattered applause, chairs scraping as people began to stand. You followed suit, pulling your bag from under your chair and slipping it over your shoulder.

Austin lingered near the director for a moment, thanking him for dinner, before turning back to you. He offered a warm smile, his jacket slung over one arm. “See you on set?”

“Bright and early,” you said, smiling back despite the flutter in your stomach.

He gave you a small nod, his gaze lingering for just a second longer than necessary, before he turned and followed the group toward the door.

As you watched him walk away, you caught yourself wondering what it was about him that made him so easy to be around. It wasn’t just his warmth or the way he made eye contact when he spoke—it was the way he seemed to be entirely present, no matter who he was talking to. Something about that was rare, and you found yourself grateful to have noticed it.

As you stepped outside into the crisp evening air, you couldn’t help but let out a small breath of relief. The dinner had gone well—better than you’d expected, really. And Austin… well, there was something about him. Something calm and grounding that made the idea of spending long days on set a little less daunting.

Your nerves hadn’t disappeared entirely, but for the first time since signing onto the project, you felt a flicker of excitement.

Tomorrow, the work would begin.

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Austin slid into the back of the car, leaning his head against the window as the driver navigated the quiet city streets. He didn’t know what he expected tonight, but it wasn’t this. Meeting you had been like flipping a switch. You were sharp, quick to laugh, and so easy to talk to that it almost threw him off.

There was something about the way you carried yourself—confident but not overly polished, like you were trying to stay grounded despite the pressure of being in a room full of industry heavyweights. And then there was the way your smile had caught him off guard, lighting up your face in a way that made him feel like smiling, too.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. Kaia.

The last conversation with Kaia played in his head on repeat, her voice clipped, distant, and so unlike the way she used to sound when they talked.

“You’re pulling away, Austin,” she had said. “And honestly, I don’t know if I even care enough to pull you back anymore.”

He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the answer button. It wasn’t the first time he’d hesitated lately, and he hated that. But tonight felt… different.

Not because of you. That would be unfair. It wasn’t your fault he felt like this—like the space between him and Kaia had grown too wide to bridge.

The phone stopped buzzing. He slid it back into his pocket and let out a long breath. He’d call her back later. For now, he just needed to clear his head, focus on his work. But as the city lights flickered outside the window, his thoughts kept drifting back to you—the way you’d laughed, the way your voice softened when you talked about the project.

It wasn’t fair to compare, he knew that. But something about you had cut through the haze he’d been stuck in lately.

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The morning air was crisp as you stepped onto the set for the first time, your breath curling in faint clouds as you made your way to the trailer with your name taped to the door. The excitement that had flickered after last night’s dinner had settled into a steady hum, buzzing under the surface of your nerves.

You dropped your bag onto the small couch inside and glanced around the trailer. It wasn’t fancy, but it was yours for the duration of the shoot, and that was enough to make your stomach flutter with anticipation.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You opened it to find one of the assistants smiling at you.

“Morning! Director wants everyone for a quick walkthrough before we start blocking the first scene.”

You nodded, grabbing your coat. As you followed her to the main set, you tried to focus on the logistics of the day ahead: lines to memorise, marks to hit, the balance of bringing your character to life without overthinking every move. But all of that flew out of your head the moment you saw him.

Austin was already there, standing near the director, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He turned as you approached, a small smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Bright and early,” he said, his voice warm with amusement.

“Like I had a choice,” you teased, your lips twitching into a smile of your own. “You ready for this?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied.

Before you could say anything else, the director clapped his hands together. “Alright, folks, let’s get started!”

The first few days of filming flew by in a blur of rehearsals, takes, and long hours under bright lights. Your character and Austin’s shared a playful dynamic—quick-witted, teasing, and often toeing the line between camaraderie and something deeper.

It was easy to fall into that rhythm with him. Too easy, really. He had this way of putting you at ease without even trying, his energy grounded and steady even when the days stretched long.

There was one scene in particular that stuck with you.

You were both standing close, the camera tight on your faces as the director called out adjustments. Your character was supposed to deliver a cutting remark, and his character was meant to respond with a disarming smile, their tension palpable.

“Okay, let’s try it again,” the director called.

You reset, your focus narrowing to Austin. The way he held your gaze made it impossible to think about anything else—not the lights, not the camera, not the dozen people watching just out of frame.

“Cut!” the director called, satisfied this time. “That’s the one.”

But you didn’t step back right away. Neither did Austin.

For a moment, the lines between character and reality blurred, and you found yourself holding your breath as his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“Nice work,” he said softly, breaking the moment as he stepped back.

“Yeah,” you murmured, clearing your throat as you forced yourself to look away. “You too.”

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Austin leaned against the wall of his trailer, a mug of coffee warming his hands as he stared out at the quiet set. Most of the crew had gone home, but he’d stayed late, going over notes and running lines for tomorrow. Or at least, that was the plan.

His mind kept drifting.

You had been incredible today—not just in the scene, but in the way you carried yourself. There was an authenticity to you that he couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t just your talent, though that was undeniable. It was the way you treated everyone, from the director to the PAs, with the same kind of attention and respect.

And then there was the scene.

The way you’d looked at him—not as your character, but as you—had thrown him off balance in a way he hadn’t felt in years. He’d told himself it was nothing, just the intensity of the moment, but the memory lingered, replaying in his mind on a loop.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His phone buzzed on the small counter next to him. He glanced at the screen: Kaia.

He didn’t pick it up.

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Back in your own trailer, you sat cross-legged on the couch, your script open on your lap. The day had been long, but it had gone well—better than you could have hoped, really. Still, your mind kept drifting back to that scene.

It wasn’t the first time you’d felt the weight of his gaze on you, but today had been different. There was something unspoken in the air, something that made your pulse quicken and your thoughts scatter.

But he had a girlfriend. You reminded yourself of that fact, letting it ground you. Whatever fleeting connection you thought you’d felt wasn’t yours to explore. He wasn’t yours to think about in that way.

You shook your head slightly, pushing the thought aside. This was work—important work. And that’s where your focus needed to stay.

But as you leaned back against the cushions, letting out a soft sigh, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d felt it too.

The days on set had started to blend together, each one filled with the hum of crew members, the buzz of cameras, and the weight of bringing your character to life. But somehow, you didn’t feel drained. Exhausted, maybe—but there was a strange energy that came from being around people who cared about the work as much as you did.

And then there was Austin.

Working with him felt… easy. Not in the sense that it wasn’t challenging—your scenes together often required precision and intensity—but there was something about him that made the long hours and high stakes feel manageable.

He treated everyone the same, from the director to the intern delivering coffee. He remembered names, asked questions, and listened like he genuinely cared. You’d noticed the way the crew lit up around him, how even the most stressful moments seemed to soften when he offered a small smile or a word of encouragement.

It wasn’t just an act for the cameras, either. You saw it in the quieter moments, when he stayed behind to help a set decorator move furniture or when he thanked the lighting team for adjusting the rigging after a difficult shot.

You were no exception to his kindness. Every time you stepped into a scene together, he made you feel like you belonged, like you were more than capable of holding your own—even when your inner critic whispered otherwise.

It was in the way he caught your eye before a take, offering a subtle nod that steadied your nerves. Or how, after a particularly challenging scene, he’d lean over and say, “You killed it,” with that soft sincerity that left no room for doubt.

The day’s shoot had been long and physically demanding. You’d spent most of it outside, the sun beating down as you worked through a series of intense dialogue-heavy scenes with Austin. By the time the director called for a short break, you were more than ready to collapse into a chair.

Austin appeared moments later, a bottle of water in hand. He offered it to you with a small smile.

“Here,” he said. “You looked like you were about to melt out there.”

You took the bottle gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. “Thanks. I think I left all my energy somewhere back in the last scene.”

He chuckled, settling into the chair beside you. “You’re not the only one. I’m pretty sure I forgot how to stand halfway through that last take.”

“Liar,” you teased, glancing at him. “You were solid the whole time.”

He shrugged, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “Well, you make it easy.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the compliment, but before you could respond, the assistant director called for everyone to reset. Austin stood, offering you a hand to pull you to your feet.

“Come on,” he said lightly. “Let’s make it through one more.”

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Later that night, Austin sat in his trailer, staring at his phone as it buzzed against the counter. Kaia’s name lit up the screen, and with a sigh, he picked it up.

“Hey,” he said, leaning back against the small couch.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice warm but tired. “You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, filming’s been… a lot,” he admitted. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she said, but there was a pause that spoke volumes. “I just feel like I haven’t talked to you in days, Austin.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, guilt tugging at him. “It’s just… this project is a lot more intense than I thought it would be.”

She sighed softly. “I get it. I do. But sometimes it feels like I’m not even part of your life anymore.”

Her words stung more than he wanted to admit. She wasn’t wrong. Somewhere along the line, things had shifted between them. What once felt easy now felt strained, like they were both trying to hold on to something that wasn’t there anymore.

“It’s not intentional,” he said finally. “I’m just trying to keep my head above water here.”

“I know,” she said again, but her voice was quieter this time. “Just… don’t forget about me, okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised, but as the call ended, he couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in his chest.

It wasn’t just the distance between them—it was the growing realisation that the connection they once shared might not be enough to carry them forward.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t end it—not yet. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was the fear of letting go of something that had meant so much to him for so long. But the thought of walking away entirely felt too final, too heavy.

Still, the space between them seemed to grow wider with every call he didn’t answer, every text he read but didn’t respond to.

And then there was you.

It wasn’t fair to compare, but he couldn’t stop himself. You had this way of bringing life to every room you walked into, of making people feel like they mattered. He’d seen it time and again on set—the way you treated everyone with the same respect and kindness, the way you threw yourself into your work with everything you had.

This wasn’t something he could afford to think about, not now. But the thought lingered anyway, threading its way into his mind as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

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The crew had been granted a rare day off after a gruelling week of filming. Most of the cast and crew seemed intent on using the time to sleep in or catch up on errands, but you found yourself itching to do something that didn’t involve sitting in your apartment all day. So when you saw Austin in the hallway looking lost in thought, you made a split-second decision.

“You doing anything today?” you asked casually, balancing your bag on your shoulder.

Austin looked up, a little startled. “Not really. Figured I’d just… take it easy.”

You hesitated, your nerves flickering, but you pushed through. “How about a hike? I heard there’s a trail not far from here with amazing views.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re a hiker?”

“Not really,” you admitted with a laugh. “But it’s better than staring at my walls all day. Come on, Butler. Fresh air, exercise… it’ll be good for you.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let me grab my stuff.”

The trail was more challenging than you’d anticipated, winding steeply upward through dense trees that offered only occasional glimpses of the valley below. But the effort was worth it—every turn revealed a new, breathtaking view, the kind that made the burn in your legs feel like a fair trade.

“You didn’t warn me this was a workout,” Austin teased, slightly out of breath but still managing to keep pace with you.

“Oh, come on,” you shot back, grinning. “I’m carrying the backpack. What’s your excuse?”

He chuckled, the sound echoing through the quiet forest. “Touché.”

As the trail levelled out, you found yourselves walking side by side, the conversation flowing easily. He told you stories about filming in different cities, sharing small, funny moments that had you laughing so hard your sides hurt. In return, you told him about your own experiences—the good, the bad, and the ones you probably shouldn’t have admitted but did anyway because his laughter made it worth it.

At one point, you stumbled slightly over a tree root, and Austin’s hand shot out to steady you, his fingers brushing your arm.

“You alright?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Yeah,” you said, laughing at yourself. “Apparently, walking is harder than it looks.”

His hand lingered a moment longer before he let go, his smile soft. “Good to know you’re human after all.”

When you finally reached the overlook, the view was nothing short of spectacular. The valley stretched out before you, a patchwork of green and gold, with the faint shimmer of a river winding through the middle. You both stood there for a while, taking it in, the silence comfortable.

“This is… wow,” you murmured, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah,” Austin agreed, his voice softer than usual. He glanced at you, his gaze lingering. “Thanks for dragging me out here. I needed this.”

You met his eyes, something unspoken passing between you. “Me too.”

For a moment, it felt like the world had stilled, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then he bumped your shoulder lightly, a playful grin breaking the tension.

“Think you can make it back without tripping over anything?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. “No promises.”

As you made your way back down the trail, the conversation turned more serious. You found yourself opening up about things you didn’t usually share—insecurities about your work, moments of self-doubt, the pressure to live up to expectations.

To your surprise, Austin didn’t just listen—he related.

“I get that,” he said after a pause. “After Elvis, it felt like everyone was watching, waiting to see if I’d mess up. Like the weight of it wasn’t just the role, but what came after.”

You looked at him, surprised by his vulnerability. “That must’ve been… a lot.”

“It was,” he admitted. “Still is, sometimes. But I try to remind myself that I’m not doing this for them. It’s for me, you know? Because I love it.”

His words struck a chord, and you nodded. “Yeah. That’s how I try to think about it too. Some days it works. Others… not so much.”

He smiled, a quiet understanding in his expression. “Guess we’ll just have to remind each other.”

It had been weeks since that hike, and somehow, without either of you meaning to, you and Austin had fallen into an easy rhythm. You shared lunch breaks, where you realised you shared a mutual love of old movies, ran lines together, and traded jokes that made even the longest days feel lighter. But the unspoken pull between you? That was harder to ignore with each passing day.

The set was quieter than usual that evening, most of the crew having wrapped for the day. Only a skeleton team remained, adjusting lighting and prepping for the next morning’s shoot. You were seated on one of the couches, flipping through your script, when you noticed Austin approaching.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low as he slid into the seat beside you. “You staying late too?”

You nodded, holding up the script. “Figured I’d go over tomorrow’s lines a few more times. What about you?”

“Same,” he said, though his script remained untouched in his lap. “Mind if I join?”

“Not at all,” you said, scooting slightly to give him more room, even though the couch was more than big enough.

You started reading through the scene, taking turns delivering your lines, but something about the quiet intimacy of the moment made it hard to focus. Every time he leaned closer to check a note, his shoulder brushed yours, sending a flicker of warmth through you. And when he laughed at one of your improvised lines, the sound was soft and genuine, filling the empty space around you.

“Alright, let’s try this part again,” you said, pointing to a particularly emotional exchange between your characters. You cleared your throat, slipping into character. “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

Austin’s expression shifted instantly, his gaze locking onto yours. His intensity was startling, even though you’d seen it a hundred times before. “Then explain it to me.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it didn’t feel like you were rehearsing anymore. The tension between your characters bled into reality, and you found yourself leaning forward, your voice softer this time. “If this falls apart, there’s no coming back. Do you get that?”

He didn’t respond right away, his eyes searching yours like he was looking for something. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “I get it.”

The moment stretched on, neither of you moving, neither of you breaking eye contact. You could feel your pulse quicken, your thoughts scattering as his gaze flickered briefly to your lips.

“Austin!” one of the crew members called from across the set, snapping the spell.

He blinked, leaning back slightly as he turned toward the voice. “Yeah?”

“Director wants to go over tomorrow’s blocking,” the crew member said, motioning him over.

“I’ll be right there,” he replied, his tone steady despite the tension still hanging in the air.

As he stood, he glanced back at you, his expression unreadable. “We’ll pick this up later?”

You nodded, your voice catching slightly. “Yeah. Later.”

Later that night, you found yourself pacing the small space of your trailer, the memory of that almost-moment replaying in your mind. You told yourself it was nothing—that you’d just gotten too caught up in the scene. But the way he’d looked at you, the way his voice had softened… it was hard to believe it was just acting.

A knock at the door startled you, and when you opened it, Austin was standing there, his jacket slung over his arm.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low. “You busy?”

“No,” you said quickly, stepping aside to let him in. “What’s up?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to the script still sitting on your couch. “I just… wanted to make sure we’re good for tomorrow. That scene’s a big one.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, though you could tell that wasn’t the real reason he’d come.

He sat down on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “You were great tonight, by the way. In the scene. It felt… real.”

“It’s supposed to feel real,” you said lightly, trying to keep the mood casual even as your heart raced.

He looked at you then, his expression more serious. “You know what I mean.”

You swallowed hard, the air in the trailer suddenly feeling too warm. “Austin…”

“I know,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “I know this is… complicated. And I don’t want to make things harder for you. Or for me.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say. The unspoken truth hung heavy between you, neither of you willing to say it out loud.

He stood abruptly, pulling his jacket back on. “I should go. Early call tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice softer than you intended. “See you tomorrow.”

But as he opened the door, he hesitated, glancing back at you. For a moment, it looked like he was going to say something else, but instead, he just nodded and stepped out into the night.

You closed the door behind him, leaning back against it as you let out a shaky breath. Whatever this was, it was getting harder to ignore.

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The next day’s shoot had been brutal. Austin could feel the strain in every muscle, the kind of exhaustion that seeped into his bones. It wasn’t just the physical toll—it was the emotional weight of the scenes, the demand to bring something raw and real to the surface again and again.

He’d barely spoken to you all day, too focused on his lines, the blocking, the constant adjustments from the director. But you were never far from his mind. Every time the camera panned toward you, every time he caught sight of you out of the corner of his eye, that quiet pull he couldn’t explain would rise again.

When the director finally called it for the day, Austin felt a wave of relief mixed with lingering adrenaline. The golden light of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the set, softening the edges of the hard day. He spotted you sitting on a bench, a bottle of water in your hand, your shoulders slumping in a way that made his chest tighten. You looked as drained as he felt.

Without thinking, he walked over, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. His hair was still messy from the last scene, and the weight of the day was evident in his steps.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low as he slid onto the bench beside you.

You looked up at him, offering a small, tired smile. “Hey. Long day.”

“Yeah,” he replied, leaning back and letting out a slow breath. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you said, but there was a slight sag in your posture. “Just… tired, I guess.”

He studied you for a moment, the furrow in his brow deepening. “You were amazing today. That last scene—damn.”

Your cheeks flushed faintly, and you looked down at the water bottle in your hands. “Thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. For a moment, he just watched you, the quiet between you settling like a blanket. It wasn’t awkward; it was… comfortable. Easy.

But there was more he needed to say, more he wanted to acknowledge.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair before his eyes found yours again. “I really appreciate how you’ve made this whole thing easier. I mean, this shoot, the long days… it’s been better because you’re here.”

Your gaze lifted to meet his, surprise flickering across your face. “I could say the same about you.”

Your honesty hit him like a jolt. He smiled, but his heart was thudding in his chest, louder than he wanted to admit. “You’re good at this,” he added after a moment. “Not just the acting, but… the way you make everyone feel seen. It’s rare.”

You didn’t respond right away, but your expression softened, your eyes dropping briefly to the space between you. Austin noticed the faint tremor in your breath, the way your hand brushed his, light and unintentional. Or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, he didn’t pull back. Couldn’t.

The warmth of your skin against his sent a quiet hum through his body, a reminder of how little distance there really was between you. His pulse quickened, and for a fleeting moment, he let himself imagine what it would be like to close that gap.

“Y/N,” he said softly, your name falling from his lips like a secret.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. The intensity in your eyes nearly undid him. He could see the questions there, the same uncertainty and pull that had been gnawing at him for weeks. The world seemed to shrink in that moment, narrowing to just you and the golden light that framed your face.

But then reality came crashing back. The lines he wasn’t supposed to cross. The complications he couldn’t ignore.

He pulled his hand back, the loss of contact sharper than he expected. Clearing his throat, he forced himself to break the silence. “We should probably… get going.”

“Yeah,” you said quickly, standing and brushing off your jeans. “Long day tomorrow.”

Austin nodded, standing with you. But as you walked away, his eyes lingered on you, following every step until you disappeared from view. The weight of the moment hung in the air, heavy and impossible to shake.

He let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair again. Whatever this was—this thing between you—it was becoming harder to ignore. Harder to push away.

And harder to forget.

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The tension between you and Austin had been building for weeks, simmering just beneath the surface. It was in the way his hand would linger a little too long on your arm, the way your gazes would lock and hold for just a moment longer than necessary. And tonight, it felt like all of that tension had reached its breaking point.

The cast had gathered for drinks after another long day of filming, the kind of informal get-together that was meant to blow off steam. The dim lighting and soft music in the bar created an intimate atmosphere, and you found yourself gravitating toward Austin like you always did.

You didn’t mean to. It just… happened.

You were standing by the bar, a glass of wine in hand, when he appeared beside you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low enough that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Having fun?”

“Trying to,” you replied, smiling slightly. “What about you?”

“Depends,” he said, his gaze steady on yours. “Are you going to make me laugh tonight?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I think you’ve got that backwards. You’re the one who’s always making me laugh.”

“Not true,” he countered, leaning a little closer. “You’ve got me beat.”

The warmth in his tone made your chest tighten, and you found yourself leaning slightly toward him, your shoulder brushing his. The noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

“Austin,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Yeah?” he replied, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. There was a pull between you, something magnetic and undeniable. You wanted to close the gap, to see if his lips were as soft as they looked, to give in to the tension that had been building between you for weeks.

But then, like a bucket of cold water, the reality of the situation hit you.

He wasn’t yours.

You stepped back, breaking the moment. “I should… get some air,” you said, your voice shaky.

“I’ll come with you,” he offered immediately, his expression unreadable.

“No,” you said quickly, holding up a hand. “I just… need a minute.”

He nodded, stepping back to give you space. But as you walked away, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and it took everything in you not to turn around.

The next few days on set were intense, but in a way that felt different. The scenes you and Austin shared carried a kind of gravity that mirrored something unspoken between you. It wasn’t just chemistry anymore—it was connection. You found yourself laughing at the same moments, finishing each other’s thoughts during rehearsals, and sharing quiet smiles when no one else was looking. It was easy to forget the lines you’d drawn in the sand when being near him felt so… effortless.

That evening, the crew wrapped after a particularly long day of shooting a demanding scene. You were emotionally wrung out, the kind of exhaustion that left you too drained to make plans but too restless to call it a night.

So, when Austin knocked on your trailer door and offered an impromptu walk to clear your heads, you didn’t think twice before agreeing.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, bathing everything in a soft, dusky glow. The air was cool, and the quiet hum of crickets filled the spaces between your steps as you walked side by side. You weren’t sure where you were headed, but neither of you seemed to care. The world outside felt expansive, and yet, the space between you felt impossibly small.

For a while, you talked about everything and nothing—the intensity of the shoot, stories from childhood, and fleeting moments of joy that felt almost stolen in your busy lives. But as the silence grew, the tone shifted, and the weight of something deeper settled over you.

“Do you ever think about why you do this?” Austin asked suddenly, his voice quiet but steady. “Why you’re here? Why you put yourself through… all of it?”

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the question. His eyes were distant, his expression tinged with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Yeah,” you said after a moment, your voice soft. “I think about it all the time.”

“And?” he pressed, his gaze sliding to meet yours.

You hesitated, unsure how much to say. But something in the way he looked at you—open, vulnerable—made it impossible to hold back. “It’s… it’s the connection, I think. The chance to tell stories that matter, that make people feel something. To feel something yourself, even if it’s fleeting.”

Austin nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. “I get that. It’s like… sometimes it feels like the only way I can figure myself out is through someone else’s story. Like the only time I’m honest with myself is when I’m pretending to be someone else.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, the rawness of them leaving you momentarily speechless. “I’ve never heard anyone put it that way,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “But yeah. I think I know what you mean.”

The two of you stopped walking, the night air cool against your skin. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like a fragile thread. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it lingered on you like he was searching for something he couldn’t name.

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it?” he said softly. “Letting yourself be seen, even when it’s not really you.”

“It is,” you admitted, your heart thudding in your chest. “But it’s worth it. I think it’s worth it.”

Austin stepped closer, and the air seemed to shift around you. His hand brushed yours, tentative but deliberate, and your breath caught as his fingers lingered against your skin.

“Y/N,” he murmured, your name a quiet plea on his lips.

You looked up at him, and the intensity in his eyes made the rest of the world fade away. For a moment, it felt like everything—your fears, your doubts, the boundaries you’d both tried so hard to keep—had disappeared, leaving only the undeniable pull between you.

He leaned in, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. Your heart pounded, every rational thought slipping away as his hand lightly grazed your arm, anchoring you in the moment.

But then, as if a switch had flipped, reality came crashing back. You thought of Kaia, of the tangled mess that his life already was, and you knew you couldn’t let this happen—not like this.

“Austin,” you said softly, your voice steady but tinged with hesitation. “We can’t…”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, running a hand through his hair as if trying to push the moment aside. “I know,” he said quietly. “I know.”

The silence that followed was heavier than anything you’d shared before. When he looked back at you, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made your chest ache.

“I haven’t… I haven’t been fair,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “To Kaia. To you. To myself.”

You didn’t respond right away, letting his words hang in the air. Finally, you spoke. “Austin, I don’t… I don’t want to be the reason you make any decision. If you’re not happy, if things aren’t working, that has to be about you and her. Not me.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “It’s not about you,” he said after a moment. “Not entirely. Things with Kaia… they’ve been off for a while. I’ve been trying to convince myself we could fix it, that maybe it’s just a rough patch. But the more time passes…” He trailed off, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his words.

“It’s not easy,” you said gently. “Letting go of something you’ve put so much into.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, his voice soft. He looked at you again, his expression unreadable. “But staying when it doesn’t feel right anymore… that’s not fair to either of us.”

You felt a pang of guilt, knowing how much his words echoed your own thoughts. You wanted to say something, to offer reassurance or clarity, but the truth was, you didn’t know what to say.

After a moment, Austin let out a soft sigh, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I need to figure this out,” he said, his tone more resolute. “Not just for her, but for me.”

You nodded, keeping your distance even as everything in you ached to reach out. “I think that’s the right thing to do.”

He offered a small, tired smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks, Y/N. For being honest. For… everything.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The moment felt too big, too fragile, and all you could do was hope that the connection you shared—whatever it was—could survive the weight of everything left unsaid.

The final day of filming arrived faster than you’d expected. Weeks had blurred into one another, filled with long hours on set, endless retakes, and the constant hum of life on location. The bittersweet weight of it all settled over the crew as the final scene wrapped, applause breaking out as the director called, “That’s a wrap!”

You smiled and clapped along with everyone else, but there was a hollowness in your chest. Filming this project had been an incredible experience, and working with Austin had been unlike anything you’d ever known. Despite everything that had happened—or almost happened—you’d managed to keep things professional. Friendly, even. But it had taken more effort than you cared to admit.

Austin had been the same—kind, supportive, and respectful of the boundaries you’d both set after that night. But there were moments, fleeting and unspoken, where you felt the tension simmer just beneath the surface. A glance that lingered too long. A brush of hands that neither of you acknowledged. You’d both done your best to ignore it, but the connection between you refused to fade.

As the crew began packing up, you found yourself standing off to the side, watching the flurry of activity with a strange sense of detachment. Austin was nearby, speaking with the director and a few producers, his easy smile lighting up the small group. He looked at ease, but you knew him well enough by now to see the subtle tension in his shoulders.

Before you could overthink it, he turned, his eyes finding yours almost instinctively. For a moment, you held his gaze, the rest of the world fading away in the way it always seemed to when he looked at you. But then he smiled—a soft, almost wistful smile—and started walking toward you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low as he stopped in front of you.

“Hey,” you replied, returning his smile despite the tightness in your chest. “Congrats. It’s been… a journey.”

He chuckled softly, nodding. “Yeah, it has.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the silence stretching out between you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy with everything you couldn’t say.

“I just wanted to say…” he began, his voice trailing off as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s been really great working with you. I mean it.”

“Same here,” you said, your throat tightening. “I couldn’t have asked for a better co-star.”

His smile widened slightly, but there was a flicker of something else in his expression—something you couldn’t quite place. “I’m gonna miss this,” he said quietly. “Miss working with you.”

Your heart ached at his words, but you forced yourself to keep your tone light. “You’ll probably forget all about me once your next project starts.”

His eyes softened, and he shook his head. “Not a chance.”

The sincerity in his voice made it hard to breathe, and for a moment, you felt the fragile line you’d both been walking start to fray.

“Well,” you said, breaking the silence before it could pull you under. “At least we’ll see each other at the press tour.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile tinged with something bittersweet. “Yeah, we will.”

Neither of you moved, the weight of the goodbye pressing down on you. You wanted to say more, to tell him how much this experience—and he—had meant to you. But you couldn’t. Not when things were still so complicated.

“Take care of yourself, Austin,” you said finally, your voice soft.

“You too,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you like he was memorising your face. “And… thank you. For everything.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as you forced yourself to step back. “Goodbye, Austin.”

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely audible.

You turned and walked away before you could change your mind, the ache in your chest growing with each step. You didn’t look back, knowing that if you did, it would only make it harder to leave.

But as you reached the edge of the set, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end of your story with Austin. It was just… on hold. For now.

The days leading up to the press tour passed in a blur of preparations—outfits, schedules, interviews to brush up on. You’d done press tours before, but this one felt different. Bigger. And there was the added weight of seeing Austin again after months apart. The thought made your stomach twist with nerves, though you told yourself it was just the usual pre-tour jitters.

When you arrived at the hotel where the cast and crew were staying, the nerves only grew. You were checking in at the front desk when you heard his voice behind you.

“Y/N?”

You turned, and there he was, leaning casually against his suitcase. His hair was slightly longer than it had been during filming, and he had the faintest hint of stubble along his jaw. The smile he gave you was easy, warm, but it was the flicker of something in his eyes that made your breath catch.

“Austin,” you said, smiling back, hoping he couldn’t see the way your hands tightened on the strap of your bag.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, stepping closer. “Feels like it’s been forever.”

“It has,” you replied. “How have you been?”

He hesitated for just a second before replying. “Good. Busy, but good. You?”

“Same,” you said lightly. “Ready to dive into this madness?”

His smile widened. “Let’s just hope we survive.”

The casual exchange settled something inside you. Whatever had changed since filming, he was still the same Austin—kind, grounded, and impossibly easy to talk to.

The press tour officially kicked off the next day, and from the moment it began, the schedule was relentless. Long days of junkets, late-night talk shows, and back-to-back interviews left little time for anything else. But somehow, having Austin there made it bearable.

Your chemistry carried over seamlessly, whether you were sitting side by side answering questions or playing one of those silly “get to know the cast” games that interviewers loved to throw at you. One memorable segment involved you both trying to guess each other’s answers to questions like “What’s their go-to karaoke song?” and “Who’s more likely to survive a zombie apocalypse?” By the end, you were both laughing so hard the host could barely get through the outro.

The lightness of those moments balanced out the more gruelling parts of the tour. In between interviews, you’d find yourselves tucked away in greenrooms or leaning against walls in quiet hallways, catching up. It felt easy—like no time had passed at all since the last day on set.

So, what’s next for you after this?” you asked one day, sitting cross-legged on a couch while waiting for the next round of interviews to start.

“Austin leaned back in his chair, letting out a small laugh. “You mean after the press tour marathon? About four projects, apparently.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Four?”

He shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it’s kind of… a lot. Two are already in pre-production, and the other two are still being finalised. But I guess I’ll sleep next year.”

“You’ll crush it,” you said, smiling despite the weight of his schedule. “You always do.”

“Thanks,” he replied, his tone softer. Then he tilted his head, studying you. “What about you?” he asked, tilting his head. “Any big projects lined up?”

You hesitated, debating whether to downplay it, but his expression was so open, so genuinely interested, that you told him. “There’s something in the works. Not officially announced yet, but… it could be big.”

He nodded, his eyes lighting up. “I’m not surprised. You’ve been on a roll lately.”

“Stop,” you said, laughing softly, but there was a warmth in your chest at his words.

“Hey, I’m serious,” he said, his tone softening. “That last film of yours? It was incredible. If the Academy doesn’t recognise that, they’re out of their minds.”

You glanced away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Thanks, Austin. That means a lot.”

“It’s not just me,” he added, smiling faintly. “My sister called me after she saw it. She said, ‘That Y/N is something special.’ And she doesn’t hand out compliments lightly.”

As much as you tried to downplay it, his belief in you meant more than you could say. And it wasn’t just his words—it was the way he looked at you when you spoke, like he was listening to every syllable, like you mattered.

As the tour went on, the connection between you only deepened. It wasn’t just the jokes, the shared looks, or the way you seemed to fall into step with each other so naturally—it was the quiet moments that stayed with you. Like when you’d both sit in comfortable silence after a long day, the unspoken understanding between you more comforting than words could ever be.

Still, there was something different about him. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you knew Austin had been different since the tour began. More focused, maybe. Or perhaps more present in a way that made your heart ache.

And yet, he hadn’t said anything. Not about Kaia, not about the distance you both seemed to be navigating with such care. Whatever had happened between them, he wasn’t bringing it up, and you weren’t sure if you should.

For now, you focused on the work, the long hours and the endless questions, the energy it took to be “on” for so many people. And through it all, Austin was there, steady and warm, his presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t realised you needed.

The truth was, no matter how professional you tried to be, no matter how many boundaries you reminded yourself to keep, being around Austin felt like coming home. You didn’t know what would happen after the tour ended. But for now, it was enough to be here, in this moment, with him.

The energy at the premiere was electric, a sea of flashing cameras and murmured admiration filling the air as you stepped onto the red carpet. The stylists had outdone themselves, and you felt a little like you were floating as you moved down the line of photographers, smiling and pausing for the endless snaps of the cameras.

And then there was Austin, walking beside you, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that made heads turn. His hand brushed your lower back, guiding you toward the next photographer, and the warmth of it sent a jolt through you.

“You look incredible,” he murmured, leaning closer so only you could hear.

Your cheeks warmed under the lights, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

The interviews followed, with questions about the film, your characters, and your favourite moments working together. The praise for your chemistry was constant, and the way Austin looked at you during those moments—fond, teasing, but layered with something deeper—made it impossible to ignore the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

As the night wore on, the subtle touches continued. His hand on the small of your back as he helped you through the crowd. His fingers grazing your waist as he moved to let someone pass. Each moment was fleeting but deliberate, leaving your skin tingling in their wake.

Finally, after the premiere wrapped, you both returned to the hotel with the rest of the cast. There was an afterparty in full swing downstairs, but you weren’t ready to dive back into the noise just yet. Instead, you found yourself heading to your room, the quiet hallway a welcome reprieve from the chaos.

You’d barely kicked off your heels when there was a knock at your door. Your heart skipped as you opened it to find Austin standing there, still in his suit but with his tie removed, his hair slightly disheveled.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low. “Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting him in without a word. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.

“You didn’t go to the party?” he asked, glancing at you.

You shook your head. “Needed a break. It was a lot.”

“Yeah,” he said, his lips twitching into a faint smile. “It was.”

There was a beat of silence, and then he stepped closer, his gaze steady on yours. Your breath hitched as he reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Austin…” you started, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’m not with Kaia anymore,” he said quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I haven’t been for a while. I just… I couldn’t tell you before. But now…”

His words hung in the air, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I didn’t want to mess this up,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I didn’t want you to think that any of this was… because of her. It’s not. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Your knees felt weak, and you leaned back against the desk, gripping the edge for support. He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him pulling you in like a magnet.

“Say something,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You swallowed hard, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t,” he said softly, his voice dropping lower. “Just let me…”

Before you could respond, he reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours as he stepped even closer. His other hand brushed against your waist, the touch gentle but grounding, and the air between you grew heavier with every passing second.

“Austin,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

But instead of pulling back, he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest as his thumb traced slow circles against the back of your hand.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for so long,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “But I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you replied, your voice just as soft.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of everything unspoken settling between you. And then, as if the tension finally snapped, his lips brushed yours—tentative at first, but growing bolder as you tilted your head and met him halfway.

It was everything you’d tried to hold back for months, pouring out in one perfect, breathless moment. His hands slid up to cup your face, and you clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your stomach twist and your knees weaken. He tasted faintly of the champagne from earlier, warm and intoxicating, and the heat of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine. His thumb brushed against your cheek, and the simple gesture made you melt further into him, your hands instinctively sliding up to grip the lapels of his jacket.

When his tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entry, a soft, involuntary whimper escaped you, startling you with its rawness. The sound seemed to undo him; a low, guttural moan rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your lips, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further. His tongue slid against yours, the sensation sparking a jolt of heat that spread through your entire body.

His hands shifted, sliding from your face to your waist, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, holding on as if letting go wasn’t an option. Every stroke of his tongue, every soft press of his lips, was deliberate and consuming, as if he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into this one moment.

Your head tilted back slightly, granting him more access, and he took full advantage, his lips leaving yours to trace a slow, heated path down the line of your jaw. His breath was warm against your skin, and when his mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, a soft gasp escaped your lips. He groaned in response, the sound low and almost desperate, and you could feel the tension in his body matching your own.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and unsteady. His hands splayed against your waist, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress as if anchoring himself.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so instead, you pulled him back to you, capturing his lips with yours again. This kiss was hungrier, more urgent, and you felt his grip tighten as he walked you backward until the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs. The soft press of his body against yours left no doubt about how much he wanted this—wanted you.

You felt him, hard and insistent, pressing against your stomach, and the sheer need radiating from him made your breath hitch. The sensation sent a molten wave of heat pooling between your legs, your body responding instinctively to the unmistakable evidence of his arousal.

His hips pressed forward, and a low groan escaped him as he ground himself against you, his cock straining through the fabric of his trousers. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion, though the look in his eyes made it clear that stopping was the last thing he wanted.

You shook your head, your fingers threading through his hair as you tugged him back down to you. “Don’t stop.”

Your head fell back as his mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck again. His teeth scraped lightly against your skin before his tongue soothed the sting, the combination making your knees buckle. You pressed yourself against him, feeling the heat and hardness of him through the thin layers separating you, and the friction sent a delicious spark straight to your core.

“Austin…” you whispered, your voice trembling with need as your hands roamed over his chest, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Your fingers moved to his belt next, brushing against the waistband of his trousers, your touch deliberate and seeking, the anticipation making your pulse race.

He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily. “God, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you firmly against him. The pressure between your thighs was maddening, and the desperate, unrelenting hardness pressed against you made your mind fog with desire.

You reached for him, your lips finding his again in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation, and the sheer intensity of it made your whole body ignite. His tongue slid against yours, coaxing another soft moan from you, and he swallowed the sound like it was the answer to every unspoken question between you.

Austin’s hands roamed down your sides, brushing over the curve of your hips before settling firmly on your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he gripped the backs of your legs and lifted you effortlessly, your body instinctively wrapping around his waist. The feel of him, solid and warm, pressing into every part of you sent a jolt of heat straight through your core.

He groaned again, the sound vibrating against your lips as he set you down on the bed. Your back met the soft mattress, but you barely noticed—too lost in the way his hands were exploring every inch of you, the way his mouth never left yours for more than a second.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough, vibrating through you. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His hands slid under the hem of your dress, pushing it up slowly, his fingers skimming over your bare thighs. The touch was electrifying, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and you arched into him, silently begging for more.

Your hands found the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in your haste to undo them. The sight of his chest, toned and smooth, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over you, and you couldn’t help but let your hands wander, tracing the lines of his muscles as he shrugged out of the fabric.

Austin’s lips left yours, traveling down the line of your jaw and to the sensitive spot on your neck. His teeth scraped lightly against your skin, and when his tongue followed, you let out a soft whimper before you could stop it. He smirked, his lips ghosting over yours as he murmured, “I like that.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, spreading them slightly as he settled between them, his arousal pressing against you in a way that left no doubt about how much he needed you.

“Austin,” you managed, your hands threading into his hair, tugging gently until he met your gaze. “Now. Please.”

The plea seemed to undo him entirely. His mouth captured yours again, his kiss rough and demanding as his hands slid higher, brushing against the thin fabric of your panties. His fingers teased along the edge, the sensation sending a sharp thrill through you, and when he finally pressed against you, the heat of his touch made you gasp.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as his fingers traced over you through the fabric. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand. “All for you.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile against your skin, and then his fingers slipped under the fabric, finding you bare and aching for him. The first brush of his touch sent a shudder through your entire body, and you couldn’t stop the soft, desperate sound that escaped you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice reverent as his fingers began to move, stroking you in a way that made your toes curl. His other hand slid up your body, pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulders until the fabric pooled around your waist, leaving you exposed to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response, as his mouth closed over one of your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipple while his fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body alight with pleasure.

“Austin,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders as you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. “I can’t—”

“I’ve got you,” he said softly, his voice full of reassurance even as his movements became more insistent. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words were your undoing. The tension snapped, and a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling and gasping beneath him. He didn’t stop, his fingers coaxing every last tremor from your body as he pressed soft, reverent kisses to your skin.

When you finally opened your eyes, you found him watching you, his gaze filled with something you couldn’t quite name but felt all the way down to your soul.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, then his lips were on yours again, his kiss deeper, hungrier, as he began to unbuckle his belt.

His belt clinked softly as he pulled it free, his movements deliberate but trembling with restraint. His lips never left yours, his tongue teasing and tasting as his hands worked to free himself from the confines of his trousers. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his urgency barely contained, and it sent a thrill coursing through you.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for him, skimming over his stomach, the faint trail of hair beneath his navel, before wrapping around him. He hissed at the contact, his forehead falling against yours, his breath warm and ragged as his hips twitched into your hand, the sheer reality of how much he wanted you made your head spin.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed as he settled between your legs. He paused, his gaze sweeping over you, the way your dress bunched around your waist and your panties still clinging to your hips. With a soft, almost reverent touch, he reached for the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. His hands found the fabric of your dress next, easing it the rest of the way up and over your head, leaving you completely bare before him.

His breath hitched, his fingers brushing over your skin as if he couldn’t believe you were real. “God…” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

His lips found yours again, this time slower, deeper, as if he was trying to savour every moment. One of his hands slid down, guiding himself to you, and when he pressed into you, the stretch was both overwhelming and perfect.

You gasped against his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he held still for a moment, letting you adjust. “God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Better than I ever imagined.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, but there was no time to dwell on them as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, each one deliberate and measured, as if he was trying to memorise the way you felt around him. But soon, the rhythm grew more urgent, his need driving him faster, harder, until the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

You moaned as he angled his hips just right, brushing against that spot that made your vision blur and your thighs tighten around his waist.

You clung to him, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you, and the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made your chest ache with something far deeper than just desire.

His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you slightly to pull you closer, deeper, and the new angle had you crying out his name, your voice trembling with need.

“God, yes—like that,” you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as you chased the pressure building low in your stomach.

“Austin,” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his teeth scraped lightly over your earlobe. The soft sounds he made—those low, guttural moans—were enough to push you closer to the edge, your body tightening around him as the tension coiled in your core.

“I’m so close,” he murmured against your skin, his voice strained. “I’m so fucking close. I don’t want this to end.”

“Me neither,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you felt yourself spiralling toward the edge. “But don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His movements became almost frantic, his hips snapping against yours with a desperate intensity. He reached between you, his fingers finding that sensitive spot that sent you hurtling over the edge. You cried out, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, your head tipping back as your body trembled beneath him.

The sensation of you tightening around him pushed him over the edge. He groaned your name, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you, his entire body shaking with the force of his climax.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Austin finally lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze made your chest tighten.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“More than okay,” you replied, your lips curling into a small smile.

He returned the smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, and you felt yourself melt into him all over again.

This wasn’t just desire. It was more, so much more, and you could feel it in every touch, every glance, every whispered word between you. But for now, you let yourself exist in this moment, holding him close as the rest of the world faded away.

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft patterns on the walls. Austin had been awake for hours, his thoughts swirling like the city below. He lay still, the warmth of your body pressed against his side, your breath soft and even as you slept. His fingers moved absentmindedly over your back, tracing slow, gentle patterns.

It had taken everything in him to knock on your door last night, to say the things he’d been holding back for so long. But now, with you here, tangled up in his arms, he couldn’t imagine not saying them. He couldn’t imagine walking away from this—from you.

You stirred slightly, your eyelashes fluttering as you blinked up at him, your sleepy smile making his chest ache in the best way. “Morning,” you murmured, your voice low and rough with sleep.

“Morning,” he replied softly, his thumb brushing over your shoulder. God, you were beautiful like this—completely unguarded, so real it made him feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

“What time is it?” you asked, shifting slightly to prop yourself up on your elbow.

“Early,” he said with a faint chuckle. “But I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not?” Your gaze searched his, and he felt the vulnerability tighten in his chest.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about what this means,” he admitted, his voice low. “About you. About us.”

You sat up, the sheet falling around you as you crossed your legs. “And?” you prompted, your tone steady but cautious.

“And… I don’t want this to just be a moment,” he said, the words spilling out before he could second-guess them. “I don’t want to leave here and pretend like nothing’s changed. I want this—whatever this is—to be something we figure out. Together.”

Your lips parted slightly, your expression softening as the weight of his words settled between you. “Austin, it’s not going to be easy,” you said, your voice gentle but firm. “We live in different worlds half the time. The press, the schedules… it’s a lot.”

“I know,” he said quickly, leaning forward. His hand found yours, his fingers threading through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I know it won’t be easy, but I don’t care. I’ll make time. I’ll show up. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.”

You searched his face, your eyes scanning his like you were looking for something you weren’t sure you’d find. Finally, you let out a soft breath, and the smallest smile tugged at your lips. “I’m willing to try.”

Relief and something deeper—something that felt dangerously close to joy—flooded through him. He exhaled slowly, his forehead lowering to rest against yours. “Then we’ll try,” he murmured. “And we’ll figure the rest out as we go.”

The rest of the morning passed in a haze of quiet intimacy. The press tour resumed soon after, the chaos of interviews and cameras pulling you both back into the rhythm of work. But something had shifted. It was in the way your hand brushed his when you passed notes, in the way your laughter lingered a little longer when you teased him. The unspoken connection between you wasn’t hidden anymore—it wasn’t loud, but it was there, steady and grounding.

Later that night, after the last event of the day, Austin found himself standing on the rooftop terrace of the hotel, the city sprawling out beneath him. He heard the soft click of the door behind him and turned to see you stepping out, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you asked, your tone light.

“Not really,” he replied, his smile soft as you joined him by the railing. “Too much on my mind.”

“Anything you want to share?” you teased, your gaze flicking to meet his.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I’ve been thinking about what happens after this.”

“After the tour?” you asked, your brow furrowing slightly.

He nodded, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on the railing. “I don’t want to lose this. Lose you. But I know things are going to get crazy. I’ve got projects lined up, and I know you do too. I just… I don’t want us to get lost in it.”

You turned to face him fully, your expression thoughtful. “So what are you suggesting?”

“Something to keep us grounded,” he said, his tone soft but resolute. “Dinner. A weekend. A plan—whatever it takes to remind us that this is real, no matter where we are or how crazy things get.”

Your lips curved into a faint smile, and you nodded. “I like that.”

He grinned, the tension in his chest easing slightly. “And if I get too busy or caught up in my own head, you can just show up and remind me what really matters.”

“Deal,” you said softly, your hand lifting to rest lightly against his chest. “But only if you promise to do the same for me.”

“Deal,” he echoed, his hand covering yours.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hum of the city filling the space between you. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was soft and slow, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. A beginning.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “Whatever happens next, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

And in that moment, with the city lights flickering around you and your fingers intertwined with his, Austin knew one thing for sure: he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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