#felt a lil hopeful today 🫶

[wheelsup-sevenup]

keep going.

anon on gentle.earth / a good day by kait rokowski / night walk by franz wright / @/mariajuterud on ig / butterfly on gentle.earth / @arthoesunshine / @sketiana / @sabertoothwalrus / cherry by mary karr / a burst of light by audre lorde / hammond b3 organ cistern by gabrielle calvocoressi

screenshots taken from here and here

[muchosbesitos]

Obsesssedddd with your Miguel ficsss 💕 I was thinkin, how do you think Miguel would react to seeing his gf in shorts that say “I ❤️ My Boyfriend” on the back of them.

i <3 my boyfriend

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: making out, fingering, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p in v (wrap it 🫵🏼), slapping (like once) and a bit of aftercare

author’s note: this reminded me of the ‘i love my husband’ shirt i have of miguel 😭 anyways, i hope y’all enjoy this lil drabble (and i hope i did ur request justice 🫶🏼)

word count: 1.9k (i think)

To say that Miguel loved seeing you in things that showed the world you were his was a bit of an understatement in of itself.

He'd bought a necklace with his name on it in gold for your year anniversary, a smile crossing his face every time he looked at you to realize you'd never bothered to take it off. It was his favorite thing to look at whenever he had you in missionary, seeing his name dangle around with each of his thrusts.

He made sure to pay for your nails just to get a glimpse of his initial on your ring finger whenever you had your hand wrapped around his cock. Your movements were always so slow and deliberate, a smile on your face as you asked him what his thoughts were on your nails.

"A-ah, they look so good on you mama," he'd always say something along those lines, just the touch of you rendering him completely speechless. You had the power to turn the man into a lovesick puppy at just the snap of your manicured fingers.

You'd been scrolling through Amazon to find items for your shared apartment with Miguel, stumbling across some shorts that you thought would make a nice surprise. They were pretty simple, black shorts that fell to your mid thigh. But, you weren't looking at them for that reason. You were looking at them for the design on the back.

Your order had come in today after countless days of monitoring it through the Amazon app. You immediately placed them on before he got home, laying down on your shared bed with Miguel. You were laying down on your stomach, absentmindedly scrolling through a couple TV channels to find a good show to watch.

"Hey," Miguel’s voice came next to you after he arrived back from his duties at the Spider Society, sounding more annoyed than exhausted. "Hey, how was work?" You asked him innocently, setting the remote down despite not having found something interesting. He deactivated his suit, talking about how incompetent everyone at the Society was compared to him.

The room fell silent after a couple minutes, having you turn your head around to see Miguel’s stare on your ass. "You love your boyfriend, hm?" He asked, more so to himself than to you. You decided to answer him anyways, nodding your head along to his statement. "Why don't you show me just how much?"

You settled onto his lap, feeling his prominent bulge underneath the thin material of the shorts you had on. "Look so pretty all like this," he murmured, leaning in and intertwining his lips with yours. The kiss was messy, more so a clash of teeth and tongue than anything else. Either way, you found yourself chasing after his lips with your own after he pulled away.

You'd been so focused on maintaining the kiss that you didn't notice his fingers making their way into your shorts, a soft gasp escaping your lips when you felt his pointer finger rubbing a small circle on your clit. Miguel swallowed every sound you had to make, continuing to kiss you like his finger wasn't pumping inside of you.

His finger curled inside of you, finding your g-spot easily. "That feel good, mi reina?" He pulled away, the irises of his eyes completely overtaken by his pupils. You were certain you weren't much better, grinding your hips against his for some kind of friction with your mouth open to let out soundless moans. You could only nod at this moment, but that response wasn't good enough for him.

"Come on, let me hear how good your boyfriend's making you feel."

"Oh fuck," you managed to choke out as you felt another one of his fingers inside of you, both of them working in a scissoring motion to stretch your cunt. He pumped them in and out of you at a decent pace, your slick coating his fingers with ease. "Don't stop, please," you told him, slipping further into that euphoria.

His thumb went up to your clit, rubbing small circles around the nub. The friction wasn't enough, you found yourself needing more. You moved your hips sloppily against his, rocking yourself against his clothed cock. Before you had the chance to cum, he pulled his fingers away. "Only place you'll be coming around is my cock," he assured you, bringing his fingers up to his mouth.

"That's it, tu puedes chula. You always do it so well."

You lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding yourself down. Even with just that, you were starting to feel filled up. "It's too much," you whined out, your walls fluttering around his length in an attempt to adjust. "We got all night, mama. I'll wait for you," he told you, his hands coming up to your hips. He rubbed small circles on them, trying to make this process all the much easier.

You were able to slide a bit further, a shaky gasp escaping from your lips. You had your back facing him, the pair of shorts barely pushed onto the side. He insisted on having you keep them on, wanted to see the lettering while you rode him. "Te ves tan linda," he brought his lips up to your shoulders, planting a small kiss on each one. All the while, you still tried to fit him inside of you.

The two of you let out a moan upon you bottoming out, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. You took a couple deep breaths, waiting for the sting in between your legs to morph into that pleasure you were seeking out. Once the pain dissipated, you slowly made your way up his cock before moving back down. You mimicked a frog in the way you were situated, but it was the most comfortable position to ride him in.

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, his lips clasping onto your shoulder. You rocked your hips back and forth, swiveling your hips around what you could manage. He was too thick for you to handle all of it, settling for just half of his length. "That's it, you got it," he murmured, bringing his hand down to your clit. He gently pinched the nub in between his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing it in deliberate motions afterwards.

When he felt your legs shaking next to his, he decided to help you out. His thighs flexed with every movement he made, his hips moving to meet your messy thrusts. "Ah fuck!" You moaned out, your nails digging into the meat of his thighs every time you felt him touch your g-spot. Your arousal coated his length, allowing for him to slip in easier. He maintained the pace of his fingers against your clit the same as the one he used to thrust inside of you, the stimulation from both ends enough to make you delirious.

"Milking me for all my cum," he moaned out, your cunt clenched around him tightly. No matter how many times he slipped his fingers inside you, it was always the same. You planted his legs onto the bed, rocking yourself back and forth on your own. Though you could feel your thighs starting to ache, you were determined to ride the man until he came. One of his hands situated itself on your hip, making your movements all the much easier.

His attention went down to your ass, seeing such a simple design shouldn't have made him act in this matter. And yet, it did. he couldn't get enough of seeing it jiggle every time you came back down, the hand placed on your hip coming down to squeeze one of your cheeks. He felt you squeeze tighter against him, a new coat of your arousal leaking onto his shaft. "You like that, hm?" he inquired, kneading your ass in between his large fingers.

"Like it so much," you managed to get out, letting out a moan when you felt his palm slapping against your ass. Your nails were digging onto his thigh, the feeling of pleasure morphing into one with pain. It was a feeling he reveled in, seeing the little marks that you left behind littering his body. Whether it be on his back or his thighs, he couldn't get enough of it. You felt a bit ashamed to ask after having rejected his help earlier but the ache in your thighs was getting too much to ignore.

"Need you to fuck me," you told him quietly after a couple seconds, your legs barely moving by this point in time. He didn't seem to hold it against you, his hips snapping up to meet you halfway. "You just take it for me," he assured you, his thrusts faster than you expected. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his cock moving at a pace that you could only dream of accomplishing. A string of your arousal connected the two of you together, your fluids leaking out onto his thighs.

Your cunt clenched around him once more, your vision starting to blank out while you approached your orgasm. Your movements got sloppy, solely focused on getting off. "Squeezing me so good, you're gonna cum?" He asked despite knowing the answer, receiving a moan in response. "Gonna cum gonna cum," you repeated, your nails digging into his thighs. Your release coated his cock once you unclenched around him, the tip of his cock twitching inside of you.

Your release triggered his, his cum painting your walls white shortly after. You fell back against his chest, your chest heaving as you started to come down from your orgasm. He slipped his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, slipping them off for the first time tonight. "Come on, I'll carry you to the shower," he whispered, taking your limp body into his arms with ease.

You didn't need to move a muscle, all you did was sit down on the tub with your back resting against his chest. "Te adoro tanto. you're the thing that keeps me going, i hope you know that," he told you, lathering your body wash onto your arms and legs. "When I want to give up, I just remember that you're waiting for me at home and that's enough for me to keep going. You make this all worth it," he continued, combining the water temperature in between hot and cold just right.

"Thank you. For letting me love you and for loving me," you responded, only turning your head a bit to look at him. "You don't have to thank me. Loving you is so easy," he told you, helping you stand up as the water ran through your body. It was the truth, he'd never pictured himself being able to love anybody after what he'd been through but.. you just made it so easy. Even from the little things you did out of habit, like biting your nails whenever you got nervous, was something that he couldn't help but fall in love with.

"I forgot to mention, I got you these," you got off from the bed, reaching over the nightstand to get him the matching set of shorts. He looked at the back to see 'i love my girlfriend' printed on them, putting them on with no hesitation. The material was just enough to cover his ass but he didn't exactly mind. He liked showing off that he was dating you as much as he liked to see you show it off.

His large arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his body. He kissed the top of your head, helping you out with the TV show dilemma. As if the shorts weren't proof enough, he whispered a quiet 'I love you' before you could fall asleep. You turned around to face him, cupping his cheeks in your hands before you leaned in to kiss his forehead. "And I love you, Miguel," you whispered back to him, shutting your eyes. You fell asleep with ease, his warmth enveloping you like a warm blanket.

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[nickfowlerrr]

it’s a love story, baby, just say yes.

pairing: neighbor!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not the conclusion i was hoping for but that just means there’s more of these two to come. this feels like such a tease of a chapter lol i’m sorry. no smut. a lil tinny tiny bit of angst from reader’s perspective. mostly cute idiots in love. if something needs to be tagged please let me know.

words: 3.2k

notes: is the title a little on the nose? yes, yes it is. and it took me forever to land on. 💀 there will be more, i promise. sorry for the wait. thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy this little update. 🫶🏻 also also! happy birthday again to the anon who messaged me about this next part. hope your day was wonderful ✨💗

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Breathe.

In.

Out.

Easy.

Just like that.

You can’t stop looking in the mirror.

You look…you look…god. You look terrified. 

Fuck.

This was a bad decision. A really bad decision.

What the hell were you thinking?

What the hell was he thinking?

God, you feel like you can’t breathe again.

Focus.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

You smooth your skirt, pulling it once again for no reason. None other than habit, you suppose.

You look over yourself. Not awful, you think. You’re wearing your staple black long sleeve top with your high waisted houndstooth skirt. It’s cold outside, so you’re in your black thigh high boots. The ones that took you ages to find but have been your favorite since coming across them. You swear this pair was made in heaven because it felt like a miracle finding ones that actually fit your legs properly. You’ve accessorized with your trusty belt and your favorite jewelry and your hair somehow looks the best it has in days. Makeup is flawless and though you try to find something to fix…you just can’t. 

And still, there’s that gnawing feeling telling you that you’re doing something wrong - that you are wrong.

You don’t know why you’re being so down on yourself today, but it seems like you’ve poked at each and every insecurity you’ve ever had in the past hour alone.

Maybe some part of your mind thinks it’ll convince you to not go through with this if you feel badly enough. Too bad you don’t really have the option of chickening out.

You sigh and finally look away from the mirror, instead reaching for your bottle of perfume and spraying yourself lightly with the lovely scent.

You smile a bit as you set the bottle back down in its spot.

You remember the first time you wore it. It was the day after your birthday - you had gotten it for yourself as a gift. You went over to Bucky's for your weekly movie watch and when you walked by him as he held his front door open for you, he seemed immediately taken. He was all over you as he followed you in close behind. 

You had jerked away when he leaned in to smell you, giving him a look of incredulity.

“Creep,” you groused.

“Sorry,” he laughed, “but you smell incredible,” he complimented, leaning into you again. “Is that new?”

“It is, yeah. Smells good, right?” you smiled, loving your choice even more.

“Like heaven,” he simpered.

You knew he loved this perfume, but that is not why you are wearing it tonight, you tell yourself. That is simply a coincidence. It may be his favorite, but it was your favorite first. 

You double check your phone, despite it having not gone off at all in the past two hours, just to ensure you weren’t missing any messages…particularly one that would read something along the lines of “Sorry to cancel so last minute but…”.

Of course, you find nothing.

Checking the time, you have fifteen minutes til seven. 

Fifteen was plenty of time to get yourself to finally calm the hell down a bit.

You can do this.

It’ll be…what it is.

And no matter what it is, it’ll be.

You breathe a deep breath.

…Maybe you still have time to cancel…

A knock on your front door startles you and you leave your room to stand in your hallway, eyeing the door as if you’re expecting it to burst open despite the gentleness of the sound.

Nothing.

Then another knock.

You brace yourself, swallowing thickly as you approach the door.

Of course you know who it is.

Impending doom.

No! Stop with the negativity, you chastise yourself.

Of course he’d be early. If you weren’t so caught up in your head, you’d roll your eyes at his punctuality. You shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Early is on time, on time is late.” You can hear him saying it now.

You get to the door and unlock the bolts one at a time, as slowly as you can, trying to drag out the inevitable as you focus on your breathing. 

You grab hold of the knob, and once again remind yourself to get your shit together. The door slowly creaks open as you pull on it heavily and when you finally chance at glance at the man at your door, you find Bucky’s eyes on you. His lips part ever so slightly as he takes you in before his gaze comes back up to meet yours. 

He titters, the corner of his lips coming up in a half smirk as he breathes a sigh of relief. 

“You answered,” he says.

“Yeah,” you blink dumbly at his words, “why wouldn’t I have?”

“I don’t know, you’ve been avoiding me all week,” he accuses. “I was honestly a little worried you were gonna cancel on me.”

You look down, a little embarrassed at being called out. But he was right, you had been avoiding him. 

Well not him. It wasn’t him. It was just the nerves. You weren’t sure you’d be able to talk to him, let alone look at him without somehow screwing everything up all too quickly. 

Anytime you caught even just a glimpse of him in the hallway or heard what could have been him coming or going as you were, you would make yourself scarce as soon as possible. Even when you clearly saw one another, eye contact established and everything, you’d be gone before he could get a word out in your direction. The last time you spoke with him face to face was New Year’s Eve. 

The breathy “yes,” that left your lips still shocked you when you thought back on it. Which you had often this past week. Replaying the way Bucky’s face lit up at your answer, how happy he looked… before you quickly turned tail and rushed your “good night”; hurrying back to your apartment and leaving Bucky standing there in a bit of a stupor, huffing a laugh out his nose as he watched you flee, but his half smile never breaking as he called a good night after you.

Bucky has tried to talk to you since then, of course, but you just kept evading him. If he really wanted or needed to get to you, truthfully, he could have - but he didn’t want to overwhelm you. And a part of him was worried about the two very same things you were, just from his side.

Part of you was afraid you’d just flounder and end up outright canceling and the other part was scared you’d lose all self control and end up kissing him again. Not that that sounded like the worst thing in the world…But still, you kept your distance while you could.

“These are for you, gorgeous,” he continues before you can say anything in response. You only then notice the bouquet of flowers he holds in his hand. 

They’re gorgeous. Nicer than the ones he had on Valentine’s day, and even nicer than the bouquet you had been gifted from your coworker that day, too. 

“Wow,” is all you can utter as you take them from him. “Thank you,” your voice is quiet as your surprise at the gesture overwhelms you.

You’ve never been given flowers this nice before. And you definitely weren’t expecting it.

“They’re so pretty,” you say, eyes flitting up to see his enamored gaze on you before you look back down to the flowers.

“Just like you,” he says, stepping closer to you in the doorway. “You look stunning.”

You smile, albeit a bit stiffly, at the compliment, offering another ‘thank you’.

Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire at his words and you bite your lip as you turn from him to head to the kitchen.

A second passes and you turn back to see him still standing in the doorway, not following you.

You raise a brow, “What are you a vampire?” you ask sarcastically. “Come in,” you instruct with a laugh.

“Didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he says, finally coming inside, closing the door gently behind him.

“Yeah? Since when?”

He smirks again then, following you to the kitchen as you search out your vase. 

“I’m being a gentleman,” he states.

You eye him, scoffing before turning back to readying the bouquet for the water. 

 “What’s funny?” he questions, faux offense in his voice.

“You,” you shake your head, fighting your smile. “...You look nice, by the way,” you compliment after a second of fighting your nerves.

“Thanks, doll.”

You jump as his voice comes from right beside you, his stealth surprising you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughs, admiring your handiwork as you arrange the flowers just right. 

You turn into him, taking a breath as you really look at him again. The blue of his eyes stand out even more with the depth of his black sweater under his dark wool overcoat. The outfit fits him well, you absentmindedly admire. He really does look nice. 

God, he always does. 

You breathe in his dark, woody cologne in your proximity and your knees threaten to go wobbly as you do. 

Is this really real?

“You ready?” he asks. You flit the thoughts away and meet his eye, nodding in response before you look at his arm as he offers it to you. 

You meet his eye once more before taking it and he leads you to the front door, but not before you grab a coat of your own. 

Breathe, you remind yourself.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Easy.

—

Walking up to the doors of the restaurant side by side with Bucky, you feel that contentment you only ever feel when he’s around. 

The cab ride was nice, the sound of the rain falling outside lulling you unthinkingly into Bucky’s side as you looked out the window, street lights and headlights flashing by - people with umbrellas still walking along the city streets. 

You smiled as you felt Bucky’s warmth radiating from him, the slow alternative music flowing through the speakers making everything feel that much more intimate. You’ve spent plenty of time with Bucky, you’ve sat this close to him before, but this still felt different. The date hadn’t even really begun and you could end the night right here and now and still be happy.

Man, was that pathetic?

You started to feel the worry building up inside you again, but then you felt Bucky’s arm come around your shoulders, holding you to him. You instantly relaxed into him, but didn’t turn your head to meet his gaze. 

What had you been so concerned about to begin with? It’s not like you were or ever had been forcing yourself or your presence on the man. Bucky asked you on this date. He kissed you first. And even before the party, he always invited you over to his place, and would somehow always manage to convince you to stay just a little bit longer - no matter how long you’d been there. It was clear he liked being around you. All the signs of reciprocated feelings were there. And yet for some reason, you still found it hard to believe.

You felt like you were in a dream.

Bucky guides you up the short steps leading up to the entrance of the establishment, his hand on your back as you take careful steps in your heeled boots on the slippery steps as the rain continues beating down on and all around you. Your left hand is in his metal one as you hold onto it for balance.

Ever the gentleman, he opens the door for you to enter before he gives his name to the host at the front of the restaurant. 

“Sergeant Barnes, it’s an honor. Please, follow me this way, your table is all ready,” the young man smiles before he walks you and Bucky to the back, to a closed off area of the restaurant. You look around, a bit confused, but not at all upset at the privacy.

There is a table set for two in the dimmed dining area, a small lit candle on the table along with more flowers. Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest as you take it all in.

Your seat is pulled out for you by Bucky before he helps you out of your coat, and once you’re sat, he effortlessly pushes your seat back closer to the table before he removes his own coat and takes his seat across from you.

Your host shows you the menus briefly and takes your drink orders before he takes his leave, letting you know your waiter will be by soon to get drinks started.

It’s not a five star restaurant, more like a quaint, family owned eatery, but it feels even more intimate here. And with only you and Bucky back here, you really feel like you’re in your own little world. It’s nice.

It’s more than nice, actually.

It’s damn near perfect.

Bucky smiles at you as he notices you looking at him.

You hadn’t even realized you were, but you don’t look away despite being caught.

“I’m impressed, Barnes,” you offer with a small smile. “I was expecting…well,” you huff a laugh, “I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is still somehow exceeding all expectations.”

“Good,” he smiles. “I know you hate fancy food so I thought this place would be perfect. Mom and Pop’s kinda dinner.” His voice doesn’t sound it, but from the way he breaks eye contact as he over explains himself, you know he wasn’t entirely sure about his decision to come here over somewhere else.

“I do hate fancy food,” you nod. “This was a good choice.” You pick up your menu and look it over, giving some thought to what sounds appetizing. “What are you getting?” you ask without looking up. You know Bucky isn’t looking at the menu because you can feel his stare on you. 

“Sirloin,” he says without hesitation, “and you?”

“Mmm. I’m thinking burger.”

“Classic,” he supports.

You titter, setting the menu down after deciding on what you’d be ordering.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s and after a second you give him a nervous smile.

“So…” you begin.

“So,” he echos.

Before you can start to speak again, you see your waiter coming into the private area, walking toward the table, a tray in hand.

You thank him as he sets down the glasses and a basket of warm bread on your table before Bucky gives him your orders.

When you’re all alone again, you copy Bucky as he takes and butters a roll, using the other half of his butter packet so you don’t have to open another one. You tear your roll apart, eating it in pieces as opposed to Bucky who squishes it down and bites into it like it’s a biscuit, amusing you. It’s fresh, so warm, and so fluffy. 

“This is so good,” you rave.

“It’s bread and butter, it’s impossible for it not to be,” he smiles.

You point a manicured finger at him as you chew on your next piece, “You got me there.”

He sets his roll down on the plate as he licks his teeth, eyes trained on you as he does. You try to ignore it as he tilts his head while staring at you. It feels like he’s trying to read your mind.

“So…” he repeats your earlier sentiment, “were you going somewhere with that before?”

You kiss your lips, your eyes flicking up to his. You take a breath, measuring your words.

“Yeah. Uhm,” you think a moment longer. “I’ve just been wondering, how long?”

His brows furrow in an unspoken question but he doesn’t get the chance to ask before you elaborate. 

“You said you’ve been wanting to do this for months, I just - I’m curious how long exactly you’ve been waiting.”

He knows his answer, but he also knows you won’t believe him if he tells you. Since the very first month you met, he’s been wanting to do this. But he won’t say that. Not right now, anyway.

“A while,” he settles on. “A very long while.” 

He holds your eye as he answers you and you know he means it. 

You nod, pursing your lips to keep your smile from completely breaking across your face. “A while…” you muse. “What took you so long?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you away,” he says truthfully.

The look in his eye is so intense and earnest, you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“...You wouldn’t have,” you tell him, your voice quiet, not far off from a whisper.

He can’t help his smirk, “I don’t think that’s true,” he scrutinizes you.

You make a face, a cross between a scowl and fighting a pout. But you know he’s right. God, he has a habit of calling you out every time you need to be. 

“Yeah, okay,” you begrudgingly agree while he relishes in your pouty acceptance.

It took all of your heart’s strength to agree to a date tonight, even after all the time you’ve spent with him, how real you know your feelings to be - whether or not you wanted to play them off as silly daydreams or not - all of this and you really almost did run away scared without giving him an answer that night. You know you would’ve said no in a heartbeat had it been when you first started getting to know one another. You’ve never been one to risk it, you wouldn’t have then, either. 

But sitting across from Bucky here and now, you’re glad you took the chance.

“I guess it’s true what they say…Timing is everything.”

He nods, “And lucky for us, I’m a very patient man.”

You smile, with a quirked brow, “Lucky indeed.” He laughs, his grin full of nothing but admiration and contentment as he leans closer to you across the table. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing the same, your elbows on the table as you unconsciously wanted to get closer than you already were. Your knees brush, but neither of you move away. In fact, Bucky scoots his chair in closer. Your tongue slips past your lips so quickly you don’t even register it as you wet your lips. You grab your glass, raising it before you and he does the same with his own. 

“To my luck?” he asks, lips still curved in his perfect smile.

“And to your patience,” you add, your own soft smile gracing your face as you look into his brilliant blue gaze, hoping he can see the thankfulness you feel for him there. 

“To your yes.” 

“To the first first date ever that I haven’t wanted to run out on,” you joke.

You lightly clink your glasses, both of you sipping from your drink.

He shrugs as you take another drink from your glass, “Though, the night is young,” he muses.

You sputter on the liquid as you laugh into your glass, earning a similar laugh from Bucky.

You smile through your cough as you look at him again, wiping at the liquid on your chin. His gaze as warm and mirthful as ever.

Yeah, you think. He’s worth the risk.

[tsimvkas]

how to ride a boat — mason mount

A/N: hello my pretty babies 🫶🏻 need you all to pretend our boy has prince hair back at united for this one. hope you enjoy it and plss forgive any mistakes xx

word count: 3.8k | masterlist

content: unprotected sex and cocky!mason

If you’re being honest with yourself, you knew Mason wasn’t being called up to the England National Team this month. Coming back from injury and only having played two games in a new team after not playing at all for months at the old one, it was obvious his panorama wasn’t good.

But you were thankful for that. Seems ironic, because you’re the first person to want him to be successful, but more than anyone you also know how much he needs to rest. To stay home for a bit, maintaining his work at Carrington and focusing on getting stronger.

Of course, as his two year girlfriend, you always want him to be called up. You always want to use an England’s shirt with his name, ride to Wembley and watch your boy.

And you know how much it means for him to play for his country.

But it’s only the group stage, you remembered yourself. Staying, training, getting better and being called to defend England during the Euros it’s the best plan.

So, when the day arrived and the list came out, you woke up a bit earlier to make him a special breakfast.

It turned out to be really hard to leave your shared bed when Mason was sleeping so angelical, rosy cheeks and open mouth, his arm wrapped around you.

Mason stirred a bit when you lifted his arm and you froze, waiting to see if he would open his eyes, sighing when he stayed asleep.

You did your best to leave the room without making loud noises, wanting him to sleep a bit longer. Once you were downstairs, you started to pick the ingredients for Mason’s favourite pancake, with ‘strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream’, like he says.

You were scooping a big ice cream ball to put on the plate when you felt strong and warm arms hugging you, making you give a lil jump before chuckling.

“What are you doing downstairs? You know I hate to wake up without you” Mason’s voice was raspy and lasy, and his newly grown beard tickling your neck made you giggle. “Don’t laugh. I hugged the pillow for two entire minutes before I realised”

“Oh, so you confused me with your pillow?” you faked an indignant tone of voice, and he held you even thigh.

“No! I mean, yes, but I was sleepy” he kissed your shoulder. “Are you making pancakes with strawberries, honey and a lot of ice cream?”

Your heart melted with the excitement in his voice and you nodded, finishing it. “It’s a special breakfast for a special guy”

“I’m the special guy, right?” he brushed your neck with his nose, and you wanted to peck his entire face.

“Of course you are” you rolled your eyes playfully, turning in his arms to face him. You hugged his bare torso, kissing his chin. “How are you feeling?”

Mason shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling. You could tell it was a real smile, which made you smile as well.

“I mean, we knew I wouldn’t make it this month. I’m okay with it, it’s an opportunity to focus on training and being better at United so I can be a Lion again. And I have something planned for us today” he shrugged, and you cocked an eyebrow at his smirk.

Your heart flipped hearing happiness in his voice, not wanting to revive what you’ve both been through during his last months at Chelsea. “You’re still a Lion, babe. What do you mean tho, what kind of something you have planned?”

“I got the day off, we’re visiting Portsmouth” he kissed the tip of your nose, unpretentiously picking up the plate behind you. “After breakfast, of course”

You rolled your eyes again, tickling his waist. “Go on, we all know you love pancakes more than you love me”

“Are you jealous you’re not my breakfast today?” he raised an eyebrow at you, giggling when blood rushed into your cheeks. You actually were jealous, being honest. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll save room for you”

You’re sure it will be a long day.

Sitting beside him with your cup of coffee, you brushed his hair out of his face. After months of begging, he finally accepted his famous prince hair back.

“Are you serious about driving to Portsmouth? It’s a really long drive and we would have to come back tomorrow already” you questioned. As long as you have a flexible work schedule, Mason has a hectic one and despite wanting a lil trip with him, you always want to make sure he’ll have enough time to rest too.

“It’s still eight o’clock babe, we can leave by nine, get there around thirteen and only come back tomorrow evening” he smiled, putting a huge piece of pancake into his mouth. “Since a lot of my teammates are going to their national team, Ten Hag gave the rest of us two days before we must focus on training again, and I wanna spend these days with you, uh?”

“Okay” you smiled, stealing one of his strawberries.

“Hey!” he falsely protested. “You should be stealing kisses instead of strawberries. Go pack your stuff, hun”

You tilted your head to the side, admiring his shining eyes. “Have you packed yours already?”

“About this…” Mason looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine” you chuckled. “I can pack them for you, but you’ll have to make it up to me”

“I’ll” he kissed your forehead before letting you go.

Mason was always terrible with packing, never knowing what he wanted to bring with him, so you didn’t complain. Your relationship has been 50/50 since the beginning and whilst you would’ve packed for him, he would be driving eight hours total for your lil trip.

Once you were upstairs again, you started to pick clothes and underwear for two days, smiling when your phone buzzled with a text from Mason, telling you to pack your bikini. He hates shouting when it’s not to his new game or to his friends. ‘For you, I only have soft words’ he said once.

Such a simp.

You did as he asked, imagining he would want to go on a boat ride. Mason loved those. It was like a picnic above water, he always set the boat with a lot of food and maybe some games, sometimes just the pair of you or with some friends.

It was always so nice. He’s been trying to teach you how to drive his, and you think you won’t get rid of it this time.

After a few minutes, Mason finished his breakfast and came upstairs to help you, folding the clothes you took out of the closet.

When you closed your shared tiny suitcase, he kissed your forehead and went downstairs to put it in the car whilst you changed from your pyjamas.

“I’m ready” you announced when you got downstairs, only to find a shirtless Mason. “Why are you still not wearing your shirt?”

“It’s quite hot today” he shrugged, putting his phone in his shorts pocket.

You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re not driving shirtless” crossing your arms when Mason only raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re not. Would you like it if one day I decide to drive only in a bikini? I’ll have to deal with girls staring your body the whole drive, fuck off”

Mason tried not to laugh at your little speech, but he always thought you’re funny when angry. “Oh, so you’re jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing to the stairs. “Of course I am jealous, go get your shirt on”

“Give me a kiss first” he got closer to you, brushing his nose against yours.

You uncrossed your arms, hitting his chest with your finger. “You don’t deserve a kiss, babe”

“I’m getting one anyways” he smirked, grabbing your waist with one hand and heading the other to the back of your head.

You wished you could say you pushed him away, but you’ll never deny a kiss from Mason. It’s the kind of kiss who gets you relaxed, smiling and floating.

His tongue slipped through your lips, invading your mouth and making you sigh. He groaned when your hand found their way to his hair, holding you tight.

From one minute to another, you weren’t sure if you were still going to Portsmouth as he grabbed your ass, pulling you to his lap before squeezing harder, and everything inside you lit up.

You scratched his shoulder, and when his name fell out of your lips, Mason gently put you on your feet.

“Go to the car, babe. I’ll just grab a shirt” he kissed the tip of your nose and quickly left.

You remained standing in place for a few seconds, trying to recover from it. Mason can be a piece of shit sometimes, especially when he wakes up feeling himself more than usual.

You shook your head, used to it and his silliness, and went to his car. It’s a huge one and you always struggle to get in alone, so when he came back half a minute later you were still trying to jump in.

Mason slapped your ass really hard before helping you, laughing at your complaints.

The drive went as well as possible with you trying to keep your hands to yourself. You’re usually not that needy, but being in a small space with him for so long was always difficult. You could still feel the effects from his kiss earlier, his grip on your bum and his hands under your shirt.

You’re naturally attracted to him, the brown hair you’ve been begging for him to let it grow, the melted chocolate eyes, his lips that wouldn’t stay quiet for a second, being constantly bitten whilst he was concentrating on the road, so it’s always hard to keep your mind under control.

And not to say about how big he seems driving his huge car, flexed biceps and big hands pressing the wheel. You wanted him to hold you that way.

Mason caught you staring, turning his head to smile at you. “Saw something interesting?”

One of his elbows were resting on his window, his fingers stroking his own jaw. Cocky.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes. But this side of him was your favourite, when he was happy and relaxed, feeling like the pretty boy he is.

You and Mason stopped after two hours to eat something and for him to rest, before driving for another two. You tried to work remotely, but the sight of his arms kept distracting you.

“My parents won’t be at home when we get there, they’re having lunch with Summer and Mila today” Mason told you, and you tried to look away from how he was driving with just one hand, hoping he didn’t catch you. “So we’re stopping to do groceries and go straight to my silly little boat”

“Bitch? He’s not little at all” you cocked an eyebrow at him, and Mason shrugged with a lil smirk.

“I like big things. You knew that when you accepted to date me” he chuckled.

Soon he parked at his favourite grocery in Portsmouth. After so many hours inside the car you were a bit impatient, so you didn’t wait for him to get on your side, opening the door and trying to jump.

But you always forget how huge Mason’s car is, and you almost fell. Luckily, your boyfriend was next to you already, holding you in place. “Careful, princess” he kissed your temple, and you almost felt embarrassed for practically falling, but the way he always speaks to you makes your heart melt every time.

He offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers together, so Mason guided you through the grocery store, one hand on the cart whilst the other was holding yours.

It didn’t take too long since he knew everything he wanted, buying a few fruits, chocolate bars, juice cans and some natural sandwiches.

Obviously, the cashier wanted a picture, but it didn’t bother you as long as they were nice when asking him. You love to see how much his childhood city likes and respects Mason.

After he paid everything and you were back in his car, your boyfriend helped you get in before putting the bags in the back seat. The place he keeps his boat is not that far, and soon you were parked, helping him with the bags.

You wore your bikini in the car and headed to the boat, settling the snacks in your boyfriend's little fridge. It’s cute, just like him.

Mason tried to make you drive the boat to his favourite spot, and initially you got it, but it was so much funnier seeing him drive it that you gave up.

“I don’t know how to do it” you rolled your eyes, pecking his lips.

“You were just doing it!” he cackled but let you sit in front of him, taking off his shirt and getting back to drive it.

It was hard not to look — almost impossible, but in reality you haven’t even tried to, eating him with your eyes. Mason only made it harder by flexing his abs every so often, changing his position so you could look better and even putting his hand inside his shorts to put his bulge in place just because he knew you were looking.

When he finally found the perfect spot, the pair of you spent the whole afternoon eating sandwiches and fruits, and gossiping. It was the definition of a perfect day for you, being able to have Mason around for that long.

The weather was really nice, not a burning sun but warm enough to allow you to use your bikini, and your boyfriend even jumped in the water, ‘to refresh his spirit’.

When he came back from his swim session, Mason opened the can of juice, approaching where you were laid in the boat’s sofa and giving it to you before opening one for himself. “Cheers”

The sun started to set behind him and you smiled happily, changing to a sit position before hitting his can with yours and drinking a sip. “Cheers”

After finishing his juice, Mason took a lot of blueberries in his hand and sat beside you. “C’mere baby” he tapped his thigh and you got closer, putting your leg over his. “No, you’re not close enough” he huffed, making you laugh.

“You’re all wet, Mase” you shook your head, but he just laughed, eating all of blueberries at once.

“You usually don’t complain when I’m all wet” he tickled your chin, grabbing your waist and nimbly bringing you onto his lap. “Much better”

His cocky tone made you sigh. And also the way he grabbed you as if you weighed nothing. And the way he was looking at you. And, fuck, his not so innocent smirk.

“What are you smiling about?” you whispered, tracing the shape of his lips.

Mason kissed your fingers, loving the weight of you on top of him. “I have you where I’ve been wanting you the whole afternoon”

Your heart flipped and you shook your head, trying to hide a smile. “You could’ve just asked me before?”

“Teasing is funnier, you know” he cocked his head to the side, kissing your jaw before placing one of his legs in the middle of yours. “Just ride it” he flexed his thigh, one hand on each side of your waist. “I know you want to. I know how to turn you on and I’ve spent the whole day making sure you would be dripping for me right now”

You were taken aback by his words, trying to process what he told you before feeling incredibly turned on, everything you tried to ignore during the day hitting you with full force.

“You’re such a-” you sighed heavily, rolling your hips forward, slowly. Not that you didn’t want to, but knowing he planned this you feel so innocent. How did you not notice?

“I can feel it, you know” Mason chuckled, like the bastard he is. “You’re soaked. Just like I wanted”

“We’re in a fucking boat, Mason Mount” you whispered again, not being able to take your eyes off of him whilst the friction started to feel good.

He’s so hot, it must be a crime. How you’re supposed to maintain yourself composed when he’s looking at you like he could fuck you senseless all night?

He giggled again, stroking your waist and shrugging. “I mean, you know how much I love my boat. And you. And the only way this view could get better is if I got to see that lil face you make when you cum — fuck, is so hot” he groaned in delight, picturing every single time he guided you to it.

“Shut up” you stopped your movements to hid your face into the crook of his neck and Mason laughed, cupping your bum and giving it a squeeze.

“We don’t have to, babe” he kissed your shoulder, and you'll never get tired of how much reassurance there’s in your relationship. “But we know it’s a bit hard for you to resist me, tho”

There’s no way you could deny it, anyways. Mason is really hard to resist.

You pulled up your face to look him in the eyes before putting your weight on your knees and start rocking your hips against his thigh muscle again.

Mason held your gaze and let out a soft groan, squeezing your ass to help you with your movements.

His bulge was visible through his wet shorts, that were stuck to his body. You know he always gets turned on just by teasing you, and you don’t even need to touch him, so it was obvious for you that your boy was hard as fuck.

Gently, you pressed him with your knee hoping it would give him a bit of relief whilst you were moving. The way he let out a shaky breath made you smile.

Mason always likes to act cocky with you, teasing you during the day and feeling himself, but as soon as things actually starts then the roles are reversed and he’s putty in your hands.

His grip on your bum tightened, and your hands went straight to his hair, your chest pressed against his. Mason closed his eyes when you kissed the tip of his nose.

Sliding one of your hands through your bodies, you scratched his abs before groping his bulge through the fabric.

Mason cupped your face, starting a loving kiss. The chances of being caught were low, but never zero, and he felt chills down his spine when you decided to touch him properly, tucking your hand into his shorts.

His lips parted a bit when you pressed his tip with your thumb, and you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue against his.

When you broke the kiss and stroked his length, Mason groaned, whined and chocked all together, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You looked down, pulling his dick out of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hard, red and wet tip, seeming so sensitive, his veins turning you on even more.

“Oh, it’s so good” Mason cried out. “So good being touched by you after an entire day holding it”

You stopped riding his thigh, pulling his face by his hair so he would look at you. “You’ve been hard like this through the whole day?” you asked, biting your lower lip when he nodded.

“I kept trying to picture Ten Hag naked so my cock would hurt less” Mason said sheepishly, and you bursted into laughs.

One of the best things about dating him is that everything has this funny and lightweight aurea. Even sex.

“My poor boy” you stroked his jaw. Now his angrily red head makes a lot of sense. “I don’t want to cum on your thigh, babe. You deserve more than that”

“Fuck” Mason whined, biting his lower lip so hard that you thought it would bleed. He expelled more precum, and you know it’s due to your words and what he knows it will happens now.

“C’mon, I wanna ride you with the sunset behind us” you pecked his lips, trying to bring his wet shorts down a bit. Mason helped you, moaning when you took him in your hands again. “You’re so sensitive I might make you scream” you teased.

“You always makes me want to. I just happen to be good at swallowing my screams” he kissed your jaw, hands back in your waist. “But I think there’s no problem if I scream tonight, uh?”

“Pull my panties to the side” was your only answer while you grabbed his shoulder for support, your other hand still stroking him. Mason did as you asked, and you sighed deeply when he parted your wet folds. “I’m wet enough, Mase”

“Let me play a bit” he pouted, rubbing your clit. “Is this all for me?” he smirked, his cocky tone coming back whilst he slipped his fingers through your folds. You nodded, trying to maintain collected. “I know. I’m the only one who can make you drip like this”

You let out a pretty loud moan when he inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb still paying attention to your clit.

He was always so good with his fingers, and his words always makes you ever wetter. When you started to move, Mason held your waist in place with one his other hand, taking his fingers off.

“C’mere” he silenced your protest, pulling you closer. “My dick is hurting as fuck”

“Sorry” you whispered, kissing his chin and lowering your body. “It will stop hurting now”

You teased yourself with his tip, enjoying the way his grip your waist tightened. “Babe, please” Mason whimpered, slapping your ass when you giggled. Your painfully pleasurable moan made him groan, and you finally guided him inside of you.

“Oh- Jesus” he cried out. You closed your eyes shut, feeling your thighs burn when he filled you completely. “Fuck, Y/N. You’ll make me cum so fast it’ll be embarrassing”

“It’s actually good to know I’m so hot I can make you reach it really quick” you tried to tease, but you were in the same situation. You could feel your cunt and Mase’s cock pulsing together before you started to move.

It was quick for both of you. The way your walls were clenching agaisnt him, so warm and velvet. The way his tip was pressing that soft spot every time you lowered again. The way Mason actually screamed your name when you changed your angle, putting your hand on his knees and arching your back.

You came first, instantly clenching and cumming when he rubbed your clit in circles, and he reached his own orgasm when your walls pressed him during yours.

It was pretty intense, and you rested your forehead agaisnt his, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re alright, babe?” you asked gently, brushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

Mason let out a shaky breath and nodded, his shoulders slightly shaking from his orgasm. “You might not know how to ride a boat, but you know how to ride other things pretty well”

[reidsaurora]

Hi hi hi I’ll take one leo birthday cake because we are leo baby twins with the prompt “you bought me flowers?” And Spence as a character. But since we are leo babies can I add a sprinkle of enemies to lovers co-workers??

grecy love, i am so so sorry this took so long to post 😭 i had every intention of posting this on your birthday and then writer's block happened and depression happened and health problems happened and it was a whole thing 😭💔 but i hope you enjoyed what i whipped up!! 🫶🏻

"Birthday Bouquet" ~ S. Reid

pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: "of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand spencer reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday."

word count: 1,516

warnings: a lil angsty with a hint of miscommunication trope, mild swearing, i believe that's all!

genre: angst to fluff

extra notes: the end of this was rushed i won't lie, i pray you can all forgive me for that lol; the dividers in this post are from @anlian-aishang as always 🫶🏻

beta read by: @theghouligan and @dungeons-are-too-cold (love you both so so much 🥰)

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Of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand Spencer Reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday.

You tried to cut your colleagues some slack. You were away on a case, after all. Everyone was probably busy dealing with their own shit, not to mention how rough it had been the past 48 hours working on the case. But still, not a single person had so much as wished you a happy birthday, and it wasn't until he caught you alone at the hotel that Spencer said anything.

After a long day of geographical profiling and visiting dump sites, all you wanted was to take a long shower and sleep as much as you could before another long day tomorrow.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even cared about your own birthday anymore. A full night's sleep was the only thing on your birthday wishlist currently. But when you walked into your hotel room and spotted that vase of red and white tulips, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Clearly, someone had remembered, you just weren't sure who. So, naturally, you picked up the card, brows furrowing as you registered the all-too-recognizable chicken scratch handwriting on the back of it.

"These variegated flowers are one in a hundred thousand, but you are the only one of your kind. Happy birthday." - S. R.

Your heart flipped as you processed the words, a happy but surprised tear threatening to fall from your eye.

"Do you normally leave your door open for strangers?"

You turned to face Spencer, his signature sideways smile tugging at his lips. "You bought me flowers?" you asked in shock, your eyes meeting his.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "I did," he admitted, eyes darting away shyly, "Happy birthday."

The exhaustion of the day must've had you unsure how to properly respond, because the next thing you knew, you were forcing back tears that were beginning to sting behind your eyes, and motioning him into your room. After he closed the door, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you're the only person who's told me that today."

His sideways smile quickly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, Y/N." From what you could tell, he seemed sincere, which felt strange since he otherwise seemed to hate your guts.

You simply shrugged, deciding the pain was easy enough to deal with without his help. "I can't believe you remembered."

He gave a soft nod of his head. "Of course I remembered."

"I honestly thought you'd be the last person to remember. Although, you do have that eidetic memory, so-"

"I remembered," he corrected. "Actually remembered. I made a conscious effort to remember."

Your brows furrowed, confusion swirling around in your mind and muddling your thoughts. You wondered why Spencer, your sworn enemy, would take the time to remember your birthday? Why would he allow even the smallest of crevices in his brain to be consumed by thoughts of you?

"What? I thought you hated me…" your voice trailed off, your eyes darting to look at the flowers, the ground, anywhere but his gaze.

You could almost hear the hurt and confusion in his voice when he spoke again. "I never hated you. If anything, I always thought you hated me."

You sighed, figuring you might as well tell him the truth. "I did. I mean, you're always correcting me. You won't even look at me half the time. I don’t think you’ve ever accepted one of my hugs or even a handshake for that matter. And just last week, when I tried to offer you one of my crackers from the vending machine, you looked like you were gonna throw up. I mean -"

"Y/N," he said with a soft chuckle. Your gaze shot up to meet him and that familiar look of discomfort took over his expression.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, confusion racing through your mind.

"Because," he laughed again, a little louder this time, "I never hated you, Y/N. I just… I'm autistic."

You looked away again with slow blinks, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment and guilt filled your gut, and you were honestly unsure how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm such an ass."

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you were quite shocked, considering how much the man hated physical touch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known. I don't really tell anybody because some people think it'll slow them down on the field or in the office."

A pout formed on your lips at the thought. Sure, you were sworn enemies with the man—or so you'd thought—but you could never imagine someone being mean to him like that.

Your hands fidgeted as you thought about what to say next, but if you had to be truthful, you weren't really sure what you could say. You wanted to kick yourself for being an ass, for creating an environment where Spencer felt like he couldn’t be open with you. But mostly, you currently wanted to kick yourself for noticing how pretty he looked at that moment.

"You still there?" he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets.

Your shoulders shrugged again as you brought yourself back to reality. "Yeah," you answered, probably a little too quickly. "Um, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."

In a couple swift motions, you were all but shoving him out of your room. "Wait-" he began to protest as you started to close the door.

"It's late, we should sleep. Not together!" you panicked over your words. "I just mean we should both get some sleep before the flight home tomorrow. In our own respective rooms. Our respective rooms in this hotel, that is. Obviously you can't go home and rest in your bedroom. That's what the flight is for!" With every word that flew out of your mouth, you cringed harder. Finally, you settled on telling him, "Good night, Reid," before finally getting him out the door.

Your back rested against the now closed door, fingers sifting through your hair as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

Why would you think Spencer of all people was attractive all of a sudden? Up until two minutes ago, you thought he hated you. Up until two minutes ago, you hated him too.

Or maybe that's just what you'd been telling yourself…

A subtle tap against the door had you coming up for air yet again. You made a mental note to tell your therapist about your sudden bout of brain fog.

As he did before, Spencer stood on the other side of the door, hands fidgeting and eyes struggling to maintain contact with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he all but blurted out.

Either this was a dream or your ears deceived you. There was no way Spencer Reid, the guy who wouldn't even shake hands with people, wanted to kiss you. Or wanted to kiss you. "What?"

"You just… you look really pretty and you seem nervous, and kissing actually produces endorphins, which help relax the body. Although, I guess hugging works the same way, but kissing spreads less pathogens than hugging, and- now I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He must've caught the nervous giggle you were struggling to hold back. "Yeah, you do that a lot. But it's okay. It's kind of endearing."

His face went fully red at your comment. "So… is that a yes?"

You gave him a nod, though you couldn't shake the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling him down for a slow kiss. It felt like electricity pumping through your veins, butterflies swirling around in your tummy, and just about every other cliche you could think of. His kiss was intoxicating, and if you hadn't needed to come up for air, so to speak, you probably would've stayed there like that all night.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "Woah," he exhaled with all the amazement of a kid at an amusement park.

"Woah," you copied. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Me either," he admitted with a nervous shrug. "But… I wouldn't mind doing it again."

You let out a shaky exhale, resting your forehead against his. "Well, for future reference, you don't have to ask. That was… woah."

"So, I can just-"

Without warning, he pulled you in for another kiss, and the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach multiplied tenfold.

He pulled away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just really enjoyed that."

You gave him a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer for a soft hug. "I did too."

"So I can just keep kissing you? Over and over? As much as I want?"

You nodded against his chest. "That's the plan now, I guess."

"Woah."

You giggled against him, warmth filling you from head to toe. "Woah, indeed."

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birthday boy — jude bellingham ₊˚ෆ

‣ warnings : pet names galore, jude is a lil (a lot) clingy, judes half naked btw :)

‣ hana’s notes : this is just small blurb that i was supposed to post on jude’s bday but didn’t 🫣 hope yall like it 🫶

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Sunlight was bleeding through the curtains. The air was chilly but your body was warm due to the other person accompanying you. With his arms draped around your waist, head tucked in your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair, nails softly scratching his scalp.

You could feel Jude fidgeting from on top of you at the contact. A small noise escaped from his throat, a little horse and laced heavy with sleep. “Morning, love.”

You smiled when you felt his arms tightened around you. Your hands moving to rest behind his neck, fingers trailing mindlessly across his naked back. “Morning, birthday boy.” you mumbled, softly kissing the top of his head.

A small smile made its way on Jude’s face, not enough to be a full one because of how sleepy he still was. You chuckled at his droopy smile, the sight has you feeling lightheaded and lovesick.

“Come on, babe.” you softly muttered, patting his back to wake him up. “We have a lot planned today.”

He whined, nuzzling his face more in your chest. “Don’ wanna move. You’re too comfy.” his long fingers absentmindedly scratching along your sides.

“Baby-“

He whined again.

“Babe-“

“Nooo.”

“Jude.”

He immediately lifted his head up. Eyebrows furrowed, with a pout on his lips. “What?” he almost looked offended.

“We need to get ready, Jude.” you explained, kissing his nose softly.

“No.”

“No?”

He shook his head, “Not when you’re calling me that.” he rolled his eyes, and huffed. He looked like a toddler that was denied candy.

Your eyes softened as you try to hide your growing grin. “What? Your name?”

“I’m not just Jude.”

“That’s literally your name.”

“Not for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay then, baby, babe, sweetheart, angel, cutie pie, apple of my eye, honey bun, blueberry muffin, sugarplum, precious baby boy.” you let out a deep breath, lifting his head with your two hands.

The biggest grin took place onto his face, his eyes round with fondness when he looks up at you. He cutely scrunched his nose. Taking the covers of off you too and stood up. He stretched his limbs, giving you the perfect opportunity to shamelessly ogle at his abs.

“You alright?” Jude cockily smirked, eyes dragging along your figure on the bed. His ego doubling in size when he caught you staring.

You grunted, “Ugh, I hate you.”

“You didn’t say that last night.”

“Jude!”

“Not my name!”

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[secretsecretbunny]

idk if you do drabble requests but I love your writing so much! you really have a way with words so i was wondering if maybe you'd do a drabble about new!idol fem reader (can be solo or group w/e) who really looks up to and admires BTS and they meet her before watching her perform for the first time? also maybe there's some flirting? (idc which members I'm ot7) just one of my lil day dreams I wanna get out there 🥺 anyway! keep writing, you're genuinely really good 🫶🏻

I do now!! This sounded too cute to pass up 💕

Title: "Run."

Genre: drabble, one-shot, casual??? fluff??? idk how to describe this one lmao. I hope you enjoy!

Notes: y/s/n = "your stage name". Things that are underlined are links to the outfits described.

Your nerves had you literally shaking with anticipation as you waited behind the scenes of the show. So many incredible talents were performing today and here you were, an unknown newbie who was about to take the stage in front of a live audience. Why did they even want you to debut at this big of an event in the first place? Your manager reassured you it was because they believed in your talent and knew that taking a chance on you and letting your first performance be somewhere as prestigious as this would draw in fans, who would appreciate the unique sound you bring to the table. In particular, if the responses of other idols who are more famous and well-known were captured on camera and shared with their fanbase through broadcasts or similar media channels.

The way they styled you had you feeling nervous as well, with a form-fitting pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and a white button up top that was tucked in with a black and pink tie, adding a touch of elegance to your look. The cropped black blazer and black gogo boots with heels made you feel like you were going to fall at any moment, but the white leather garter with a chain on one of your thighs added a bold touch to your outfit. You felt a little exposed but you took a moment to be silently appreciative of the safety shorts you wore beneath your skirt.

You had always dreamed of being part of a group, working together towards a common goal. That's why you were initially brought on as a trainee for the company in the first place. However, after careful consideration and evaluation of your skills and strengths, it was ultimately decided that your talents would be best utilized flying solo. But you deeply wished you had people to lean on, members who could offer support and distract from your potential mistakes. You tugged at your skirt awkwardly as you stood around waiting for your time to perform. You still had nearly 30 minutes but you were too nervous to sit, instead you opted for watching the screen positioned on the wall, showing the current performers on stage.

You smiled at the screen at the talent being shown. BTS. You had a deep admiration for the group and enjoyed watching them perform their song DNA. The members exuded confidence and comfort on stage, making it seem like they never worried about mistakes at this point in their career. You watched as they moved fluidly across the stage, perfectly in sync with one another. 

A close up of Jimin had you grinning like an idiot. God he was pretty. Fuck, they all were. Hoseok with his vibrant smile, Namjoon with his unique features and buff build, Yoongi and his piercing eyes, Taehyung sporting the flirtiest looks you had ever seen, Jungkook somehow looking both innocent and dangerously delicious, and Jin with his world wide handsome face. And even more than their looks, they were so incredibly talented and hardworking.

You had heard the detailed story of how they rose to the top, overcoming numerous challenges and obstacles along the way. Their journey was filled with both good and bad experiences, but through it all, they showed great dedication and strength. And here you were, you hadn't even had your first performance yet and you had been ready to give up multiple times just during your 4 years of being a trainee. Working for the same label as the musicians who inspired you to pursue music in the first place left you feeling both grateful and slightly out of place, as if you hadn't earned your spot there yet.

You completely dismissed those thoughts and made your way towards the snack and beverage area, specifically designated for idols and staff members. You were in dire need of water and something sweet to give you an energy boost. As the boys finished their performance, the booming cheers from the crowd echoed through the air. You froze in surprise when you heard the seven of them laughing and panting out of breath as they entered the same room you were in. You attempted to seem nonchalant as they eagerly grabbed water bottles and snacks for themselves, while you discreetly tucked your hair behind your ear and reached for a water bottle too, all the while listening intently as Jungkook and Hoseok laughed uncontrollably about some unknown joke or incident.

In their fit of laughter Jungkook backed up into you, making you stumble back a bit. He whipped around suddenly "shit, sorry!" he apologized with a small bow. "Kookie you've gotta be more careful!" came a voice from behind you. The voice placed a hand on your shoulder. "You okay?" As you turned your head, you caught sight of Jimin with a gentle smile on his face. You quickly nodded in response, your eyes wide, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. "Hey! We making new friends?" Came Hoseok's voice as he reached his hand out to you. "I'm Hoseok. Or Hobi, J-Hope, whatever's fine." he said. His signature smile was contagious, spreading warmth to the pit of your stomach as he spoke. You took his hand lightly, stifling a giggle. "I uh, I know who you are. I'm y/n. Or y/s/n. Whatever's fine." You mimicked with a warm smile. He laughed. "Nice to meet you, y/n!" His hand was warm, and making your head swim, prompting you to let go.

"Wait, y/s/n?" Yoongi asked, stepping into the conversation. "The new girl? You're debuting today, right?" As you glanced in his direction, your nervousness was evident in the rapid nodding of your head. "Mhmm! In uh.." you checked the time on your phone. "shit.. 15 minutes actually." You said, taking a shaky breath in. "Nervous?" came Taehyung's voice from behind Yoongi.

You were now the center of attention for the seven boys, who were anxiously anticipating your next words. "Incredibly so.." you replied, making them all smile at you. "Hey I'm sure you're going to do great!" Namjoon chimed in "yeah, you're going to sound amazing!" Said Jin. They all nodded as you laughed

"you guys have never even heard me sing, how would you know?" You asked with a playful lilt in your voice. "Well, you're beautiful, so I'm sure your voice matches." God. Jimin was just as flirty as people described him, with a playful smile and a wink that could light up the room. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Smooth, pretty boy." You chuckled out, making him smirk. Jungkook looked you up and down for a moment "Your outfit looks great, your stylists did an amazing job." You took a moment to examine your outfit, making sure every piece was in its place and smoothing out any wrinkles on your skirt.

"Thanks, I actually had to beg them to add black into the theme. They originally wanted me in all pink and white and that's just... really not my vibe." This had Hoseok raising a brow. "What's not your vibe? ...sweet and innocent?" He asked with a smirk and the tilt of his head.

For just an instant, your eyes flickered with something that looked almost like mischief before settling back into their usual serenity; however fleeting this transformation may have been, its impact left ripples. Luckily you were saved by staff running up to you. "Y/n you have 10 minutes! Please come get your hair and makeup touched up!" The girl sounded almost panicked. You gave her a sweet smile. "Be right there!" You said, putting your sweet and shy persona back on. "I should run. Thanks for the pep talk, boys!" you said with a small bow. "You got this!" Namjoon said as you turned to leave. Jin's voice stopped you "would it make you more or less nervous if we said we'll be watching?" You paused for a moment in thought. "Hmm, well, I think I'd be more motivated not to fall on my ass if I knew THE Bangtan was watching my every move." This made them smirk. "We'll have our eyes glued to you then." Hoseok said with a subtle wink, his voice low. "You better." You replied amorously as you walked away.

With you fully out of earshot now, the boys spoke. "she's cute as hell."  Jungkook said. "Hm, she acts cute, but I think she's a little darker than that." Hoseok laughed. "Her and Jimin have the same vibes" Taehyung said playfully. "Oh, so I'm cute AND sexy? Thanks Taetae." Jimin retorted playfully, making the man roll his eyes. "Alright guys keep it in your pants." Yoongi commented. "Right, let's just go watch her performance like we promised, yeah?" Namjoon stated as they headed towards the changing room to switch outfits before returning to the audience.

As you stepped onto the stage, your nerves seemed to vanish into thin air as you effortlessly slipped into your performance persona. The song you performed was sultry, sassy, and sensual. Your manager referred to it as 'the triple S.' You found that you fell into the role easier than you thought you would since you discovered that with how bright the stage's colorful lights were, you could barely even see the crowd, but you could feel their energy and passion.

As your performance was coming to a close, one of your backup dancers suddenly fell near your feet. Despite knowing you needed to continue with the choreography, it felt wrong to simply step around her and ignore her situation. So, you decided to help her up while still singing and dancing, offering a reassuring smile and squeezing her hand gently when she looked panicked. She quickly fell back into the routine and the rest of the performance went on without another issue. 

As soon as you left the stage, you were immediately ushered off to change into more appropriate clothing for sitting in the audience with the other idols who either weren't performing or had already finished their performances. A simple long black dress with two high slits on either side, though you still wore a leather garter with a chain, this time in black though. Your seat was just a row behind the bts boys, you gave a small bow and a smile as you passed them. Once you sat down, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook all turned around to give you a thumbs up or small claps, telling you that you had done a good job. Despite your best efforts you couldn't fight the bright smile that took over your features.

No more than 2 hours later you were at the after party being reprimanded by your manager for stopping mid performance to help your backup dancer. "You know you're supposed to keep going in instances like that!" She barked out. "I technically did keep going! I wasn't just going to ignore her while she was struggling!" You spat back with an eye roll, arms crossed over your chest. She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging in resignation.

However, before she could continue with whatever she was going to say, you abruptly turned and started walking away from her. Unfortunately for you though, your hasty retreat led you straight into the path of an oncoming person - or more specifically, their chest - resulting in a jarring impact that sent you stumbling backward several steps. "fuck! I mean, augh... sorry!" you bowed. "We're just always bumping into each other, huh? Now we're even." you looked up to see Jungkook with a couple of the boys not far behind. You let out a small laugh "I guess we are." as Hoseok walked up, he peeked around you for a moment, eyeing your manager as she huffed and stomped away.

"You get in trouble for something?" he asked. You nodded with another eye roll. "She's upset that I stopped to help my backup dancer when she fell." His eyebrows furrowed "she's mad at you for being a kind a decent human being?" You smiled "that's one way to put it I suppose." you replied. Jimin, hearing the conversation being had, pouted "I thought it made you look cool and likeable!" he said with a tilt of his head. You anxiously fiddled with your fingers, feeling a bit nervous. "Thanks guys, I appreciate it. I really hope it didn't ruin the performance." Hoseok shook his head. "Not at all! You were amazing up there!" Jungkook and Jimin nodded, agreeing. "Let me get you something to drink to get your mind off it, yeah?" He added. You smiled "sure, that'd be great."

As Jimin and Jungkook started mingling with the crowd, you and Hoseok headed towards the bar, located at the distant end of the room. The venue had arranged for an assortment of drinks to be served, and the bartender was busy filling orders.

He ordered you your drink of choice and something for himself as well. You two engaged in a casual conversation for nearly half an hour, exploring various topics and discovering shared interests such as music, movies, and hobbies. The ice in your second round of drinks had mostly melted, indicating they were nearing completion when he posed the question "you wanna get out of here?"

Halting your speech mid-sentence, you turned to face him with an inquiring gaze before your expression shifted into a sly grin that showed your true intentions. "Absolutely." You responded. He grinned widely as he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and confident, leading you towards the exit with purpose.

As you walked, he waved goodbye to his members, a gesture that seemed almost automatic. You spotted your manager heading towards you, her expression written in annoyance, causing your heart to race in anticipation. You gave Hoseok's hand a stern warning squeeze as your manager approached, making him raise an eyebrow at you in confusion. However, the mischievous grin spreading across your features told him everything he needed to know - you had no intention of being deterred by anyone.

"Run."

You said before pulling him into a dash towards the exit. You both burst into a fit of laughter as you rapidly made your way out of the building, the sound of your hurried footsteps on the hard floor growing fainter with each passing second until you were no longer in sight.

Tonight might be fun after all, you decided.

aaaa okay how was that? Thoughts? Critiques? Requests? Let me know what's up. Love you!! 🩷

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hey!!!! It's my birthday on Saturday sooo I was thinking if I can request a az x yn birthday fic with A LOT of fluff and games and bickering with IC😁

Quiet day.

Summary: its Y/n's birthday, and she is hoping for a quiet day with her mate. But she should have known that wouldn't be possible, what with her family being the biggest busybodies in the whole of Prythian.

A/n: Happy birthday babes🥳🫶! Hope you have a wonderful day! A lil earlier than intended, but hope you don't mind!

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Y/n blinked the sleep from her eyes as she turned away from the window, trying to hide away from the sun shining in her eyes. The sun wouldn't let her sleep, even on her birthday.

She wouldn't have remembered it if not for Azriel keeping her up for most of the last night. A flush climbed up her neck from the memories of last night. After last night, she was hoping for a quiet day in with her mate, cuddling and reading together by the fire, all cozied up. She was feeling lazy today.

She stretched, feeling all her muscles relax as she realised there were noises coming from downstairs. Of course there were people in the house.

There were loud footsteps, before door flung open with a loud crash, banging against the wall. Y/n flinched, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. When she opened them, she found the Lord of Bloodshed grinning at her, the sounds of her mate yelling reaching her ears.

She laughed as she took in the big, bad and scary general, who, at the moment, was wearing a pink party hat and had chocolate on his face.

"Happy birthday Y/n!" He flounced into the room, shoving her blanket aside, giggling when she groaned. Thank the cauldron she had worn a shirt before going to sleep.

He scooped her up in his arms, kissing her cheeks and turned to make his way downstairs. But then he stopped at the sight of Azriel standing in the doorway, glaring at him.

Azriel came forward, lifting his hands to take Y/n from his brother. "Hand her over, Cassian." When the general pouted and turned away from him like a child refusing to give up their favourite toy, Azriel spoke again. "Now."

Cassian huffed, letting azriel take his mate from his hands, walking out the door, sulking, mumbling something along the lines of asshole and territorial Illyrian.

Y/n shook her head, chuckling at her best friend's antics before glancing up at her mate, smiling. He smiled back, setting her down gently.

He brushed the hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead before wrapping his arms around her. "Happy birthday darling."

She smiled against his chest, her arms going around his waist. "Thank you."

They stayed like that for a few more moments before their embrace was interrupted by Mor and Cassian's complaining voices. She chuckled as he groaned.

"Do you want some quiet time today? I can smuggle you out."

She giggled, kissing his cheek. When they made their way downstairs and emerged in the living room, she found so many decorations she could not decide where to look first.

Everywhere, there were balloons and flowers and what not. But then she couldn't focus on it as Nyx came stumbling up to her, giving her a toothy grin as he clutched her leg, his wings fluttering behind him for balance. The little boy had started walking a few months ago, and he looked adorable as he stumbled around anywhere he went.

Y/n crouched next to him and hugged the little thing before Cassian declared that he must have some cake or he would die, so she should cut the cake.

"Cake in the morning? Did you even have breakfast?"

But Cassian was adamant. And so they cut the cake. As soon as she had cut the first piece, everyone applauded and cheered as Cassian shook her from the shoulders happily before hugging her tightly. The combined sounds of everyone's happiness was too loud, but she didn't care, even as Cassian practically screamed in her ear. Because she had he whole family with her, and she had never felt more complete.

Her eyes landed on Az, who smiled softly at the scene. Then his eyes met hers, and he smiled wider, his eyes glittering. He was thinking the same thing she was.

"Blink if you need to be saved girl." Amren said gravely, even as her eyes twinkled. Y/n just laughed

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"Cassian! Thats cheating!" Mor screeched as Cassian and Rhys played dumb charades. Rhys had apparently been communicating with Cass and telling him all the words, according to Mor. Nyx laughed loudly, sitting in his mother's lap.

"What is? We weren't doing anything. Right Rhys?" Rhys nodded innocently. "Y/n can also confirm it."

She blinked, taken aback. "What? How can I..." When cassian nodded frantically at her, she stifled her laugh. "Yes Mor. No one's cheating. Don't blame my child."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Cassian plopped down next to her with his arms folded across his chest like a petulant child, huffing.

"He's not your child." Feyre said, mirth shining in her eyes.

Both Cassian and Y/n gasped dramatically. She pulled Cassian's head to her shoulder, saying, "If he isnt my child, I'll adopt him and make him my child right now."

"Exactly." Cassian nodded, though very awkwardly as his head was bent at a weird angle. Y/n laughed, letting him go and snuggling into Azriel's chest again.

Soon, as they started playing again, Mor and Rhys started whining over the fact that apparently Emerie had mouthed the word to Gwyn, who were teammates. Nesta swiftly came to her two friends defence, and the place erupted in chaos.

Azriel groaned and dropped his head onto hers. "Can we go to bed? They're giving me a headache."

She laughed and nodded. Azriel stood swiftly, effectively putting a stop to the bickering. Everyone looked on curiously, wondering what he was upto when he picked her up. And then everyone started groaning and whining that there was a child in the room. Said child was clapping happily, enjoying the chaos.

Before anymore complaints could leave anyone mouths, Azriel swiftly made his exit.

As they flew towards their shared house, Azriel whispers Y/n's ear.

"The headache was just an excuse to have you to myself."

Y/n shivered, from the chill night wind or his words, she didn't know. But she did know that the night was nowhere near done for her.

And she was glad.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

[thankeywa]

“hiiii i loved your last piece and damn your writting is SO GOOD <3 so i ask you pretty please if you could right about an aged up!lo'ak w aged up!reader where they're in a romantic relationship and finally mate after a couple of months of waiting. THANKS IN ADVANCE LUV YA”

hiiii! so, as you asked me to, this is me fowarding the request! 🫶🏻 i imagine this being with a female reader, something like childhood friends to lovers – the girl would be a na’vi and they grew up together or smt. i also see the reader being a little scared of mating with lo’ak – thinking things like i love this man but he’s so reckless i dont wanna loose him – and shit. i trust you a 100% with this because I KNOW you're gonna make me giggle scream in my pillows and punch the air even if i read your grocery store list.

lmk if you need anything more! lots of love & kisses. 💘💘💕💞💘💖💗💓💗

Chosen | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya!reader (Smut)

A.N: Hello there! Sorry this took me so long, but I'm in the middle of exam season and also my birthday was last week and yea lots of stuffs going on. I hope my interpretation of your request will be everything you dreamed of, tbh I went a lil extra, but this story has literally been plaguing me for days and I loved writing it so much!

Summary: fem!Omaticaya!reader x Lo'ak, both reader and Lo'ak are 18/19 in this, usually I write 20+ characters but I was trying to keep the story as close as possible to Na'vi 'marriage traditions, according to them 15 is the age of maturity and I believe parents arrange marriages around that time, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this then please feel free to imagine the characters are older.

T.W.: NSFW, this is pr0n with feelings, but it is detailed. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK OR ANY OF MY ACCOUNTS, thank you. Awkward first-time shenanigans, angst, fluff, and yeah if I missed anything please let me know.

T.W. 2: This turned into a whole ass fic so forewarning for mentions of blood, neglectful parenting, and a near-death experience for a main character.

Word count: 6.355

Mini dictionary for this fic:

Olo'eyktan = clan leader

Kaltxì! = hello

Oeru syaw... = My name is...

Ngaru tut? = And you are?

Sempul= father

Sa'nok= mother

Oe tìwayn...= I love...

Tsahik= spiritual leader

Yawne = beloved

Oeya- = My-

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Nga yawne lu oer = I love you (You are beloved to me)

Kehe= no

If you have any Lo'ak requests, please send them my way!

Lo'ak had never been chosen for anything in his life.

For as long as he'd remembered, his parents had either been taking every spare moment they had to teach Neteyam the right path in life, so that he would one day be an Olo'eyktan fit enough to succeed his father or alternatively, dote on his sisters. It was at an embarrassingly young age when he discovered that he could have wandered off from the safety of his family and nobody would have taken much notice until the eclipse would come, and it was time to turn in.

Even on those occasions, Lo'ak would try to prove his worth by showing his father a creature he had caught or a place he had 'discovered', but his parents didn't really do much other than reprimand him for his reckless behavior.

"You know you were supposed to help me look after your baby sister today, why is it so hard for you to understand basic instructions?" His father would huff, dragging him back home while carrying Tuk on his shoulders. Lo'ak looked at her. She was a tiny infant, where could she have possibly gone by herself? And why did he have to stick around to look after her, while Neteyam and Kiri were out hunting with their mother?

Eventually, his disappearances stopped raising alarms, as his family had accepted Lo'ak would always find his way back or his brother would be the one to recuperate him. On these occasions, Lo'ak had tried to fit in with the rest of the clan but had quickly discovered his presence wasn't all that welcome among his peers. While they felt the need to respect him because he was the Olo'eyktan's son and Neteyam's brother, his quirks, specifically his hands and his speech pattern were too... different. Too human. A lot of Omaticayans his age had been orphaned as a consequence of the war against the sky people, and Lo'ak was just another reminder of what their presence had left behind. Not to mention he was also friends with Spider, an actual sky person, even though he was born on Pandora and knew nothing of Earth.

On a day like any other, Lo'ak and Spider were playing hide and seek just the two of them, a game Jake had taught them and was too 'human' sounding for the rest of their peers to want to join in, and Lo'ak had found the perfect hiding spot on a tree Spider was never going to be able to climb when a voice startled him so much, he almost fell out of the branch he'd been resting on.

"Kaltxì!" The little Na'vi girl his age greeted him enthusiastically while hanging upside down from the tree branch directly above him. Lo'ak stared at her and felt like prey in the split second it was about to be hit by an arrow. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. And he had never talked to a girl before, other than his sisters. "Oeru syaw y/n." She continued. "Ngaru tut?"

"L-Lo'ak." He managed to say, instinctively hiding his hands behind his back. She looked at him curiously, almost as if to ponder his silence. Then y/n seemed to have a sudden realization. "Now I know!" She exclaimed again loudly, along with switching her language register, but Lo'ak couldn't care less about losing his game of hide and seek with Spider anymore. "You are the Spider's friend. You speak the English. You see? I speak the English too. You can talk to me." Y/n announced rather diplomatically, not knowing that Lo'ak was perfectly capable of speaking Na'vi as well. "Friends?" She reached out her hand, her eyes brimming with hope.

Lo'ak nodded and smiled back at her, still at a loss for words, until he finally said: "Yes, friends." But he didn't dare to shake her hand. Y/n dropped down from the branch she'd been hanging from gracefully, her tail twitching as she inquired: "You are hurt?", trying to get a better look at his hands.

"No!" Lo'ak blurted out, and in doing so he inadvertently put his hands forward to keep y/n at a distance, while he was backed up against the tree trunk, with nowhere else to go except fall to his death. Y/n's comically large eyes took in the sight of his hands, examining them for signs of trauma. But there were none. Lo'ak braced himself for the inevitable rejection. "Big baby." She chided. "Nothing wrong with your hands, see?" Lo'ak let y/n hold his hands up to his face, and Spider found them like that the very next second.

"Ha-ha!" He panted, out of breath from climbing all the way up to where the two Na'vi hadn't been so quiet. "I. Win."

"Win?" Y/n asked, dropping Lo'ak's hands. "Is it a game? Can I play? Oh, and-and my friends as well. You will meet them now. Come."

Lo'ak realized then, that was what it must have felt like to be chosen by someone.

From that day onward, Lo'ak and y/n had been inseparable. He was the first person she'd pick to play on her team once he and Spider had been accepted by her friends, he was the first and sometimes only person she'd tell her 'secrets' to, and as they grew older they would only go out hunting if the other was with them. Ceremonies, dinners, you name it, Lo'ak and y/n were sitting next to each other, trying their best to keep their giggles and whispers at a low volume, something y/n really couldn't help, especially when Neteyam would turn around to reprimand his younger brother.

Y/n got gradually closer with his family as well over the years, being of big help with babysitting Tuk and escorting Kiri to Hellsgate with the rest of her siblings whenever she wanted to visit her mom. Her English had gotten progressively better, and she was as fluent of a speaker as the rest of the Sullys, regretfully owing a lot of her vocab to the two brothers. On a particular outing to the lab, Lo'ak had been in the middle of teasing Kiri about her conception, and y/n was quick to respond to him, intent on defending her friend.

"-their avatars, all alone in the forest-" Lo'ak goaded Kiri, and y/n cut him off before her best friend could insinuate anything else. "As if you would know anything about that, virgin!" His siblings laughed at this.

"Who are you calling virgin, virgin?" He'd snap back, and their argument would usually end up in a scuffle, which he was always the first one to pull away from.

Lo'ak hadn't realized how easy he had it back then, before... Well, before none of them no longer had time to be kids. The sky people came back around the time of Neteyam's 20th birthday, and yet somehow, that hadn't been the most devastating event Lo'ak was about to experience in the days to come.

"Lo'ak listen to me, and for Eywa's sake, don't run off until I'm done talking." Neteyam rested a hand on his shoulder, he had never seen such a pained expression on his brother's face before. "Sempul has been talking to me about responsibility and family, and-"

Lo'ak tsked, shaking his head. "Big surprise there, bro."

"Lo'ak..." Neteyam said sternly, and Lo'ak wondered when exactly had his brother become so much like their father. "I saw him and sa'nok talking to y/n's parents the other day. Saying stuff like she is the only one other than Kiri who truly understands Eywa's will. They've seen her healing abilities, she's been helping out with the war effort under Mo'at instructions. They want her to be the next tshaik, after mother."

Lo'ak couldn't stop the ugly frown that took over his features, and neither could he prevent himself from shoving his brother off him in disdain. "What are you saying?" He asked angrily, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

"You know what I'm saying, bro-"

"You're not my brother!" Lo'ak snarled, and for once in his life actually felt intimidating as he did so. Neteyam looked even more distraught than he had been a few seconds ago, but his agony was nowhere as close as the hell wreaking havoc inside Lo'ak. Y/n was the one thing Lo'ak had in this world that was truly his, and now he was going to have to stand aside while she married his brother. "I love her, I need her." He screamed, the pain in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt. "You don't-"

"Exactly, I don't." Neteyam said, trying to recover his younger brother from his anguish. "And I will say no to this union, but you know this decision is out of my hands-"

"Of course, you'll do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with you being the perfect son!" Lo'ak spat with tears in his eyes and Neteyam was quick to raise his voice, something that he almost never did. "Do not say that, Lo'ak. You know that is not true-"

But Lo'ak was done talking. And he had a feeling he didn't want to stick around for the evening ceremony either.

Y/n had remained deadly silent as her parents had given her the news. Tsahik, marriage, Neteyam. At one point it all started to become white noise in her head. All she could think about was Lo'ak. The day they'd both ridden their ikrans for the first time, and had stayed out well passed the eclipse. The hunting excursions, when it was just the two of them. Listening to human music on a device they'd stolen from the lab one time.

"Oe tìwayn Lo'ak." She'd never said it out loud to anyone, but it was true. She loved Lo'ak, and her parents simply couldn't understand. The younger Sully boy was nothing but a troublemaker, a complete mance to the clan and anyone else around him. They were never going to give their beautiful, talented daughter away to a five-fingered freak of nature, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them.

Y/n felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, not even recollecting how she'd found herself sitting amongst the rest of the clan, as they all faced the tree of souls and the Olo'eyktan began to speak. She couldn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Y/n found it harder and harder to breathe. He was still her best friend, and she needed to tell him what was about to happen before his father announced it to everyone they knew. Lo'ak would have thought she'd have kept it secret from him, and y/n could never break his trust.

"It is with great pride and joy that today we-" The clan leader, Jake Sully, had stopped talking in the middle of his speech and was now looking directly at her. In fact, everybody was. Y/n only then realized she'd stood up while everyone else was still sitting down. Neytiri walked up to her, wiping the tears from her face. Y/n hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "Child, you do not look well." She spoke warmly as if she were speaking to one of her own daughters.

Y/n's tail was twitching violently, still looking around for Lo'ak as she took in a shaky breath. "It is Lo'ak." She managed to say. "He is not here." Y/n whined and her parents decided to step in. "Sit down, daughter. You are disrespecting the clan leader. End this foolishness at once!" But Neytiri was quick to be concerned, asking Neteyam for answers about his brother's whereabouts. "He could not be here. And I do not blame him."

Jake finally decided to have his say. The only fool around had been him, if he'd only now realized the love Lo'ak and y/n had for each other, if the look in her eyes and Lo'ak's disappearance from her side had been anything to go by. "Every single one of our people is allowed to speak their mind. Y/n has not disrespected me, or anyone else." Jake reassured her parents. Y/n saw no other way out for herself, and she knew she was either going to have to say the truth now or forever be silent. "Forgive me, Olo'eyktan. Forgive me, Neytiri. I know I am promised to your eldest son, and I know you wish for me to be tsahik one day. These are the two greatest honors I could ever ask from Eywa herself, and I am grateful. Nothing should be more important to me than looking after the clan, especially now, in a time of war... but my heart, it belongs to your youngest son. It belongs to Lo'ak. It always has. And because I know I would be doing the clan a disservice, that I would be undermining your authority and Mo'at's, I am prepared to be exiled from the clan or pay whatever other punishment in light of my failure."

A loud ruckus erupted as soon as y/n had finished her speech, her parents, in particular, trying to undermine everything she'd just said, while everybody else began to give their opinion on the matter. "Where is he? Your demon son? Can he not even vouch for the woman he has clearly seduced?"

Neteyam could still hear the clan squabbling from where he eventually found his brother. His usual hiding place. "When you are done sulking" He said, announcing his presence before grabbing Lo'ak by the scruff of his neck. "Maybe you could come back and stand by y/n side. She is talking of leaving the clan-" Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw the deep claw marks that ran from Lo'ak's chest all the way down to his left side. Lo'ak was clutching his abdomen, his hands covered in blood.

"Lo'ak, look at me... bro!" Neteyam's voice cracked. "I'm taking you home now, understand? You're going to be fine..."

"I thought... If I could be... a mighty warrior... like you..." Lo'ak murmured, a faint smile on his face. "Maybe... "

But he didn't get to finish that sentence, because a blood-curdling scream had just pierced through both of their ears. Y/n had known about every single one of Lo'ak hiding places too, and it hadn't taken her long to find him. It was almost as if she'd already known, deep within her bones, that he had gone and hurt himself, yet nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like this. "Yawne, what have you done? what have you done?" She wailed and kissed his face, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Neteyam had to separate them, his priority was to take Lo'ak back to Mo'at in time, even though he was just as devastated as y/n.

Y/n didn't leave Lo'ak's side for a single second over the following days. She carried him home with Neteyam. She helped Mo'at and Neytiri heal him. She stayed by his bed until he finally regained consciousness. "Oeya-Lo'ak, you are awake!" Y/n embraced him, mindful of his recovering wounds. Lo'ak pulled away from y/n enough to look into her eyes. "You see me. Only you see me." He said, touching her face gently as she nodded, pressing her forehead against his. "Oel ngati kameie." Y/n whispered, and Lo'ak could have cried when he heard those words leave her lips. "Nga yawne lu oer, y/n. I see you."

Lo'ak came to know of her and Neteyam's refusal to be together, of the rift it had cut between y/n and her parents. How she'd stood up in front of them and the entire clan to declare that she loved him and she would sooner be exiled than belong to anyone else other than him. Amongst the Omaticaya there were some who were certain Lo'ak had taken advantage of y/n, so that he could trap her in being with him, knowing full well Lo'ak would have never lived up to his brother's perfect image. All of this enraged him. He could no longer withstand being on bedrest while wild accusations were being made on y/n. On his mate.

She hissed at him while he tried to get up, and his siblings were having none of it either, when his parents finally turned up to see him. Lo'ak took in their expressions. He had never seen them so worn out with worry. Both Neytiri and Jake embraced their youngest son, dutifully checking on him. After making sure he had eaten, and with Mo'at's permission, his parents asked for everyone except y/n to leave.

By the time his parents had also left, Lo'ak and y/n were promised to each other.

Lo'ak was on strict orders to recuperate from his run-in with a thanator over the coming weeks and was forced to get updates about the ongoing war from Kiri and Tuk. Neteyam and y/n would visit every day, but now that y/n had stepped down as future Tsahik, she was determined to make herself useful by replacing her mate in the war effort until he got better. Neteyam had sworn to Lo'ak that he would have kept y/n safe, but it didn't stop Lo'ak from trying to escape his grandmother's watchful eye so he too could be out on the battlefield with his yawne. Where he belonged.

"Oeya-Lo'ak, you are still recovering." Y/n would complain to him almost every night when she came back to be by his side. Truthfully, she was scared. The second the excuses for making him stay behind ran out, Lo'ak could have gone back to playing a reckless game with his own life. And now, her own life was tied to his. She had gotten hurt fighting the sky people, yes, but nothing could have ever come close to the visceral pain that had ripped through her the day she thought she had lost him forever. Sometimes it made her even too scared to get closer to him, of sharing everything of herself and then suddenly being left behind without ever being able to cope with that loss.

Y/n was on the verge of losing her mind, she was certain because the instinctive need to protect her own heart was more often than not overcome by a different type of need. Y/n had felt low echoes of it when she and Lo'ak had been growing up, whenever he'd wrap his tail around her leg or he'd be standing right behind her, his arms circling hers as he taught her how to shoot an arrow. Now that need was stronger than ever, and she knew what name to give it. Tìnew. Desire.

And she didn't know what to do with it. In fact, she felt ashamed. Lo'ak was still hurt, and all she could think about while she was in the middle of checking on his progress, was wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his body in a different type of way. Her other friends had all already mated, she knew. Y/n wondered sometimes if Lo'ak did not find her beautiful, if he regretted choosing her, but could no longer back out of his decision. He did not seem to want her, in fact, over the following weeks, he seemed to struggle greatly with the feeling of her touch. Something which had never happened before.

Little did she know that Lo'ak was struggling just as much as she was. Y/n's touch burned in such a delicious manner, Lo'ak could not have described it in his own words if he tried. All he knew was it left him starved and aching for more whenever she would eventually have to leave. But he could not initiate anything real while he was still in that state. He could see the sorrow in her eyes every time she'd look at his wounds, and he knew his recklessness had scarred her. And in turn, it had changed him. Eywa as his witness, he no longer wanted to hear y/n scream so viscerally as she had done the night he'd almost died. He needed to be a better person. If not for his sake, then for her own. Y/n was his responsibility now.

Soon he was back on his feet again, and ready to face the rest of the clan. Y/n would now sit amongst his family and Lo'ak was always glued to her side, ready to hiss or growl at anyone who so much as looked at his mate the wrong way. Y/n loved sitting between his legs with his chest to her back, wanting nothing more than to show off her mate to the rest of the clan. She noted that since his recovery, Lo'ak had been less inclined to chat or make jokes like he usually did when they both had to sit through another one of Jake's boring speeches before dinner. It made her sad, since Lo'ak's jokester side was one of the things she loved most about him, but she understood he was going through a lot.

It was on one of these occasions y/n decided to soothe her mate by reaching for his braid, bringing it to rest over her shoulder so she could play with it absentmindedly. Lo'ak realised only after a few minutes that her ministrations were making him purr. Him. Purr. In public. His hands dug into her hips and he hid his face in her neck, trying to keep quiet. "Yawne, you need to stop that... please..." Lo'ak whispered so only she could hear, her hands dangerously close to his queue. Y/n frowned and turned back to look at him. "Did I hurt you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touch his face. Lo'ak felt his cheeks flare up with heat. He wanted to give her some cocky response, but in truth, he was scared. "No, no. You could never hurt me, y/n... it's more... the opposite." How could anyone want to be with him in that way? To physically bind themselves to him for the rest of their life? Hadn't he taken enough from y/n already?

"The opposite?" She asked, ears bent downwards and still not understanding. "If it makes you feel good, then why would I stop? I like hearing you purr..." Lo'ak tried once again to hide his blush by looking away but to no avail. Y/n's tail wrapped around his own then, preventing him from furiously whacking it against the ground every few seconds, like he always did when he was nervous. "It's just... I—"

All it took was for y/n to look him dead in the eye for her to understand. Eventually she would always see through him. "You wish to mate with me."

A nervous cough overcame Lo'ak as soon as y/n had said those words, making quite a few of their clan members turn towards him and shake their heads in disappointment. Y/n immediately grabbed some water for him to drink.

"Y-yes." He finally managed to say, not sure if he was ever going to recover from such an embarrassing display.

"But... I was certain... you did not desire me. That maybe, you loved me but did not find me beautiful..." Y/n confessed and Lo'ak realized what an absolute skxawng he'd been. The entire time he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a better 'version' of himself for y/n, to stop getting in harm's way and taking every aspect of his life more seriously, he'd ended up neglecting his mate. The two of them had probably been the only couple to have waited so long, and he couldn't imagine what kind of reasons y/n had to come up with to explain his 'disinterest'. Clearly, he'd made her feel less than worthy, and it devastated him.

Lo'ak placed one of his hands over y/n's jaw, tilting her face upwards to look at him. "I never, ever want to hear you say that, yawne." He pulled her lower back snugly towards him until she could feel how hard he was for her, making her let out a shaky breath as she turned away from Lo'ak but pressed back against him even more. "Can't you feel how badly I want you? How badly I've always wanted you?" Y/n nodded, trying to look stoically in front of her as if nothing was going on. As if Lo'ak's words weren't making her heart feel like it was going to burst at any minute. As if it would make things any better, y/n reached for one of Lo'ak's hands and held it close to her breastplate, trying to slow her heartbeat down. "Your little heart is beating so fast..." Lo'ak spoke against her braids. "So is yours!" Y/n snapped at him in a low voice, making Lo'ak chuckle. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.

She wondered if the rest of the clan members could tell what was going on. Y/n didn't want to disrespect Lo'ak's family a second time. But nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them, except the handful of jealous fuckers who eyed y/n whenever they thought he wasn't looking. Lo'ak wondered if they could tell she was shaking in his arms just because of his words. "You don't see the way they look at you? How much they hate me because you're mine?" He asked, placing a hand dangerously close to her inner thigh.

"I don't care about the others. I never have." Y/n sighed leaning back against him.

It was a long wait for everyone else to go to sleep and leave the Tree of Souls empty that night. Sure, they could have gone some place else, considering how worked up the two of them had gotten, but Lo'ak wanted to do things the right way. This was the one thing in his life that he was not going to half-ass or screw up.

Y/n had put him first since the day she'd met him and Lo'ak was going to spend the rest of the night, no, the rest of his life, showing her just how she made him feel every single day.

"You are worrying again..." Y/n noticed, pulling him down to sit next to her. Lo'ak had been overfixating on finding the perfect spot for them to lay down. "I am worried too..." She confessed touching his face. Lo'ak frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We do not need to do this... if you've changed your mind..."

"Kehe! Of course not..." Y/n climbed on top of him, laying across his chest as she kissed him. "I am afraid of losing you... always." Lo'ak really didn't know what to say to those words, because he knew in his heart she was right and he could not argue. He felt exactly the same way about her, but he'd given y/n plenty of reason not to trust he'd stay out of harm's way. "What if... what if I am to carry your child and you don't come back to me? What then?"

The notion of getting y/n pregnant made Lo'ak revert to blushing and scrambling his words, and she blushed as well, realizing she had been somewhat blunt. Lo'ak hardly ever saw her blush and it truly was a sight to behold. "I promise. Eywa as my witness, I will always come back to you, yawne. Always. " As he said those words, Lo'ak didn't even feel like he was himself anymore, but he was certain he meant them.

Y/n brought both of her hands to his face and kissed him again, deeply this time. It was languid and desperate, almost as if she'd been waiting for that promise for a very long time. Lo'ak groaned as she run her tongue over his fangs, pulling away to graze his teeth over her neck and making her gasp. He sat up to get some leverage and asked his mate permission before sinking his teeth into her skin, marking her permanently.

"Lo'ak!" Y/n cried, digging her nails into his back as he lapped up the blood running down her neck. She gave him a sharp bite too, just over his shoulder, in retaliation, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry yawne, let me make it up to you..."

"You better, skxawng!" She huffed, shoving his chest playfully, even if the act of being marked had made the pressure between her legs so unbearable it was beginning to hurt. Lo'ak laughed again and y/n hissed at him meakly, ears drawn back. Why did his laugh also have to... have an effect on her?

"So I'm a skxawng, now?" Lo'ak asked in amusement as he kissed his way down her neck, deciding to get rid of her piece of clothing with his mouth also. It didn't take Y/n long to notice, Lo'ak's hands were no longer on her body, in fact he was leaning against them, only reaching out to touch her if he needed to hold her in place for a few seconds. He was still insecure about them, after all those years, and it would have broken her heart if Lo'ak hadn't been in the middle of making her feel so good. "I thought I was your yawne—"

Y/n got rid of her top piece herself and brought Lo'ak's hands to her breasts. His confidence seemed to leave him then. "You are my yawne. But you are also a skxawng... " She sighed softly through her nose. "I want you to use your hands on me, Lo'ak." Y/n told him, searching for his eyes as one of her hands guided his own over her breast.

"Y-yes. I know... it's just..."

Lo'ak's mind completely blanked the second y/n brought his other hand to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingers before wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger, sucking around them. She took them as deep in her mouth as she could before pulling away again, enjoying the sight of her flustered mate. "Your hands are beautiful. And they're mine." She whispered, kissing the pad of his thumb. Lo'ak ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reached back for her queue, bringing it together with his own.

"Nga yawne lu oer, I want to be with you, like this, forever." Lo'ak murmured before making the connection between them. Y/n jolted in his arms, hanging on to his neck for dear life. She'd known the tsaheylu would have felt good, intense even. But she could not have anticipated half of what she was feeling at that moment. Lo'ak's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her own chest, battling against her own. And he wanted her... Eywa, he wanted her so bad he could have died from it.

Lo'ak saw inside y/n too, and wasted no time in tugging her forward in a searing kiss. She arched into him and squeezed her thighs around his middle, squirming in his lap as he finally let his inhibitions go. "Want this off--off..." Y/n protested at the sight of his loincloth, rudely tugging at it without much regard for the fact Lo'ak wouldn't have anything to wear the following morning if she destroyed his clothes.

Lo'ak grinned and helped her, finally getting some of his cheeky attitude back. "Who knew my y/n could be so needy—" Her hand on his cock however was enough to make him shut up, well, curse under his breath more like. Y/n meanwhile was completely enthralled with what she was doing, enjoying the feeling of Lo'ak's shaft hardening and leaking under her touch. The fact he was falling apart from it was just an added bonus. "Where were you hiding all this?" She teased and Lo'ak was certain the woman in his arms was going to be the death of him.

"S-shut up..." He whined, struggling to even remember his name when she twisted her wrist and added just the right amount of pressure, making Lo'ak buck up into her hand instinctively. "Shit, y/n, you're being really... d-distracting right now... you need to give me... ah... a break, okay yawne?"

Against every fiber of his being, Lo'ak gently removed her hand. She frowned "Oh? But I like playing with your—"

"Kehe! None of that either..." Lo'ak reprimanded her softly and she giggled. "Let me focus on you, please? I've been waiting for so long..." Y/n nodded, smiling shyly at his words. "Honestly..." Lo'ak mumbled, kissing down the slope of her breasts, having hooked his arms underneath her thighs to hold her higher up. "Only you could get all shy... at something like that... and not about jerking me off..." Y/n loved to listen to Lo'ak talk to her while he drove her crazy with his hands and mouth. The second Lo'ak figured her nipples were particularly sensitive, she was a goner. She mewled and whined as he abused them with his mouth, and tugged harshly on his braids, which only seemed to encourage him further.

Her remaining piece of clothing was completely soaked, and y/n had to resort to rutting herself down against his thigh to get any sort of friction. "Shit..." Lo'ak cursed, realising he'd completely neglected that aspect of things. "Yawne, you're so wet... is this where you need me?" He cooed and Y/n nodded, crying out from the relief of feeling Lo'ak push a single long digit inside of her. She was ready for him, had been for a while, but that didn’t seem to matter because Lo'ak had just discovered how much he loved taking her apart with his fingers. He wanted to eat up every single reaction he could get out of her, hooked on the feeling of her slick running down his skin and the deep purring sounds she'd make if he stroked the most inner walls of her core.

"L-Lo'ak... Lo'ak please... I don't know what's happening..." she sobbed, the coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach was about to snap and it felt so good and so foreign at the same time, y/n didn't know what was about to happen. Lo'ak stilled immediately, afraid he'd been hurting his mate, but then he understood. He didn't know if it was through their bond, or something else, but he just knew. "Just hold on to me, yawne." He asked he to trust him, not faltering his rhythm inside her for a second. "Trust me, I know it's scary, but you're about to feel so good. So, so good... I promise..."

The only thing better than watching his mate come apart was feeling her pleasure radiate through their bond. Lo'ak watched y/n in complete and utter adoration, holding her through the aftermath until her breathing went back to normal. "Lo'ak..."

"What is it, yawne...?"

"Don't make me wait anymore..." Y/n laid herself down on the grass, pulling Lo'ak down to be on top of her. It was so dark now so could perfectly make out all the luminous freckles on his body. He entered her slowly, immediately feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Y/n was slick, warm and impossibly tight around him. It took everything he had not to fuck her senseless right then and there.

Y/n on her part wanted Lo'ak to be as close to her as it was physically possible. She wanted his body to completely cover her own, feel his entire weight bare down on her. "I'm right here, y/n..." He reassured her as he began to move, listening to her soft moans. "I see you."

It didn't take long for y/n to start meeting his thrusts, whining that he go faster. "I don't want you to stop, Lo'ak... you can't—" She had never felt so good in her life, and she begged to Eywa that the morning would never come if this was what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"No, 'm not gonna stop, yawne..." Lo'ak quelled her worries with a kiss, and lifted her hips upwards to hold them in place. The new angle made y/n cry out his name, and Lo'ak held her like that, one arm around her middle and his other hand splayed out across her stomach to keep her still as he fucked her in earnest. The nature of that raw act made her cum again, this time without warning as she clamped down on his cock.

Lo'ak wasn't that far behind her either. "Good. That's my good girl..." He praised, reaching out for her hand as she intertwined their fingers together. "Yawne... y/n I'm going to cum now... " He was about to make himself pull away, since they hadn't really discussed that sort of thing, but y/n locked her legs around his waist. "Inside me..." She whined with a shudder, a little overestimated by that point. That was more than enough to tip Lo'ak over the edge. He groaned, fucking his load inside y/n for what felt like an eternity. He'd never come so much and for so long.

Afterwards he found that he couldn't pull away from his mate. Y/n was particularly adamant that he stay inside of her even while they slept, and it didn’t fail to make Lo'ak grin like an idiot. "Can I at least turn as around so you can sleep more comfortably? I promise you, you can have my dick back in a second..."

She hissed at him, dismounting from him herself. "Only you could ruin a romantic moment like that, skxawng..."

Lo'ak hugged her from behind, kissing the bite mark he'd left on her neck. "So I'm back to being a skxawng? You know I liked the things you were calling me before a lot better..." He teased, doing a very poor impression of her moaning, which made y/n give his tail a sharp tug.

He did the same in retaliation and the ended up in one of their usual play-fights, only this time, Lo'ak didn't eventually shy away from her touch. Once they'd both finally worn each other out, Lo'ak wrapped his arms tightly around y/n as she rested on top of him.

"Y/n..." He whispered, wandering if she was still awake. Luckily she was already fast asleep. "Thank you. For choosing me."

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Cockwarming spencer while he reads or works🤭🤭 your sat on his lap facing him, and your whining for him to just fuck you already but he says that “you have to be patient” and “he’s almost done” but he just wants to see you try not to squirm🤭😵‍💫-🍓

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ty for the Spencer ask🫶����my first foray into the Spence/CM fanfic worldddd I hope I did it justice for you heh

nsfw under the cut; YALL THIS WENT OFF THE FUCKING RAILS I'M SORRY wow how I missed writing smut this week (1.6k words)

spencer reid x fem!reader (cockwarming (obvs), handjob/oral (m-receiving), denial, dirty talk (a lil degredation), tossed in both a good girl and a few dirty lil sluts)

You've been in this position for almost 15 minutes now. Forehead on Spencer's shoulder, wet cunt wrapped around his dick while he sits in his desk chair reading up on a case.

You did it to yourself though, coming into his office at home and riling him up. Crawling under his desk and looking up at him, sitting oh so pretty on your knees. He looked down at you briefly before going straight back to work, unbothered by you're precarious position.

"I'm working baby," he said. He looked away before he could see the pout grace your lips but you decided to take things into your own hands.

You ran your hands from his knees up to his crotch and traced them over his cock. Spencer didn't react but you felt his dick twitch and decided to keep going. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and drew down the zipper. Knowing what you were doing, his lips turned up in a smirk and he lifted his hips off the chair enough for you to pull down his slacks.

You left them on him, letting them pool at his ankles as you leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock through his boxers. You looked at him as you did so, noticing the hitch in his breath and the faint hiss pass his lips. But he didn't look at you, not even a quick flit of his eyes.

So you kept going. Hands shifting into his boxers to pull his cock out, you felt his legs tense on either side of you once your hands touched his semi-hard member. Looking up at him again, you kiss the tip, no barrier keeping your soft lips from the sensitive skin there, and watch as he closes his eyes and lets his head fall back for just a moment before going back to the files in his hands.

So you try harder to get his attention to turn from work. You lick and suck at the tip, your hands squeezing and stroking until he was fully hard in your palms. Then you pull out all the stops, taking his entirety into your warm wet mouth and sucking. You watch his face as you bob your head up and down on his cock before burying your nose into the curls at its base and hollowing your cheeks around him. He groans and one hand finds your hair and pulls you off of him.

"You're being so bad right now," he hisses, hand in your hair tightening. You lick the drool from your lips and pout at him. "Such a needy girl tonight, huh? Want my cock so bad you'll take it out and suck me off under my desk while I work like a little slut?"

"Please, Spence," you moan. " 'need you so bad."

"Fine," he spits, with a smile though. You know he enjoys this as much as you do. "But I have to work, so you're just gonna sit on my lap until I'm done ok?"

You nod eagerly and Spencer drops the file onto his desk and pushes back from the it enough for you to move and stand up in front of him.

"You're dressed so pretty today," he says as he pulls you towards him by the back of your thighs. His hands move up to the waistband of your panties and pulls them down. You step out of them and he runs his hands back up your legs and cups your cunt. You jolt and moan at his touch as he runs two fingers through your folds. "So wet. 'd you get that wet from sucking me off hmm?"

"Mhmm," you moan as he dips two fingers into your sopping cunt. He thrusts his fingers a few times before bringing wet fingers forward to your clit and circling it.

Your mouth drops open in a silent plea and you sway towards him slightly, using his shoulders to steady yourself. He pulls his hand from under the skirt of your dress and offers it to you in an unspoken command. You do as he expects and takes his fingers into your mouth, sucking them as you did his cock and licking them clean of yourself.

"Good girl."

His arms move to rest on the armrests of his desk chair and he looks at you expectantly. Using your hands where they already sit atop his shoulders, you move to straddle him. Your wet cunt runs up and down the base of him as you settle into his lap and you moan at the contact. Spencer looks unfazed though, waiting and huffing as if he's impatient with you.

You hang your head, silently grip his cock and shift up just a bit more so you can sink down onto him. You moan as your hips meet his again and the tip of his cock hits that spongy part of you that has you gasping and grasping at his shirt.

You start to shift, ready to ride him but his hands still your hips as you begin to lift up. He looks at you sternly, "no."

Opening your mouth to question, he cuts you off.

"You have to wait until I'm done."

So here you are, minutes moving slow as you sit still on his cock. You can feel every inch of him as he works. As he ignores you and your wet pussy dripping arousal onto the base of him.

You've been relatively quiet, until he shifts his hips or leans down and changes the angle of how his mushroom tip hits that deep spot in you. Now, your head is buried in his neck, arms wrapped around him as he leans forward to read something on a different paper than the one he's holding.

Your cunt clenches around him and he can feel each pulse of your pussy as your patience runs thin. You can't see, but he's smirking and waiting for you to beg.

"Spence," you whine, your hips shifting slightly on him. "Please."

"You have to be patient. I'm almost done."

But then another 10 minutes go by, and now he's leaning back in the chair. His action to move into that position making his cock drag out of you just slightly before he pulled you to him and your hips settled again. It released a moan from your throat and you caught the edge of his smirk before you leaned your head on his shoulder again.

"Please," you whisper into his neck. "Please fuck me."

"What was that?" he asks laced with a smile. He places his paper onto the desk and runs a hand up your spine. "Speak up, I can't hear you when you mumble."

"Please," you beg louder. "Please, Spence, please fuck me already, need you so bad."

"Awe," he patronizes. "So cock hungry you can't wait anymore?"

You nuzzle into his neck and place a soft kiss there as penance.

"Think that means you get to ride me huh? Think an impatient little slut like you deserves that?"

He grips your hips and pulls you off of him, you gasp and whine at the loss of him. As he stands he turns you around and pushes you down onto his desk. One hand holds your cheek squished on top of a manilla envelope on his desk while the other lifts the skirt of your dress and smacks your ass, hard. You cried out as his hand met your skin hard enough to leave a mark.

He bends over you, his cock, still wet from your arousal, rubs against your ass as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "needy sluts get fucked like they should."

And then he's lining himself up with your entrance and pushing all the way in. You're gasping stutters with every hard pound of his hips against yours.

Your, "oh-oh-ah-yeah-fuck-me-harder-yes-please-yes-oh" coming out in short bursts with every deep piston of his cock into your wet cunt. The sound of your begging, the slap of skin against skin and the creak of his desk as he fucks you is all you can hear.

The hand that was on your neck holding you to his desk, makes its way up through your hair to grip and pull while his other hand holds tight enough to your hip to leave a bruise.

"Such-a-fucking-impatient-slut," Spencer says with every thrust into your pussy. "Trying-to-distract-me-trying-to-get-me-to-fuck-you-sweetly."

"Yes-Spencer-fuck-'m-so-close."

"Yeah? Ready to cum on my cock huh? Ready to finish what you started huh?"

"Mmm," you moan as his thrusts become harder and faster, his tip continually hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Cum then, cum like the little cock slut you are."

And you do. The coil in your stomach tightens and you cum with a scream of his name.

But he doesn't stop. He keeps pistoning into you with a fervor, pace not slowing even though you beg him to.

"Spence-" you whine from overstimulation as tears start staining the folder under your cheek.

"Take it like a good girl. Take my cock like I know you can."

He smacks your ass again and you jolt up on the desk, papers and pencils starting to teeter on the edge with every heavy push of his hips against yours.

"Ah, fuck!" you scream as your second orgasm crashes over you without warning. Your pussy is spasming around his cock from the strength of this orgasm and you're mouth is open in a silent moan as he fucks into you.

"Gripping me so tight, fuck, yes, 'm cumming," Spence says, his hips stuttering and stalling as his release coats your walls. He groans and the hand that was in your hair slowly traces down your spine and pushes on your lower back as he pulls out of you.

He falls back into his chair with a huff and watches your mixed juices trickle down your leg with a smirk on his lips.

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yeey can i request suggestive with sleepy maki he puts his head between ur thighs n squeeze them then u pat his head?? (& if this making u uncomfortable ignore my request!)

self control - hirota maus riki ( MAKI ) ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

~ do not interact any further if uncomfortable with suggestive content regarding maki!! ~

- warnings : no sex guys, i promise, suggestive content regarding maki x reader , sleepy maki talks a lil dirty cs he’s a hormonal boy, reader & maki r the same age ^__^

- pairing : idolbf!maki x reader

your boyfriend walked into his room of the dorm after a long day of practice, his oreo hair bangs draping over his eyes before he closed his door, locking it and setting his bag down before he finally looked up, seeing you on his bed, in his hoodie and scrolling through your phone. he sighed in relief before climbing onto the bed and in between your legs before he rested his head between your thighs, facing up at the ceiling as he draped your thighs over his shoulders before squeezing them gently, grabbing your attention fully.

“why hello to you too, my love.” you said as you set your phone on the nightstand, running your fingers through his hair, maki smiled as he took in the moment as if all the stress he just had melted away the moment your fingers reached him. “hey baby.” he said in a soft tone, clearly tired but still able to keep his eyes open to stay up a little more to talk to you, his mind running through multiple different thoughts ( nasty ) . maki felt like he could do anything but his body was just too tired.

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“how was practice?” you asked him as you played with his hair, he sighed again and tilted his head back slightly to show he was paying attention to you and you alone. “it was alright, super tiring though, wanted nothing more than to just come back here and be with you.” he said as he squeezed your thighs gently again, oh how his pretty little head was running with thoughts he can’t even begin to speak out. you nodded and tilted your head slightly, a small pout on your face seeing how exhausted your boyfriend was from today alone. sure he’s had rough days but today was just beyond tiring. he was stressed from the choreography, the recording of the songs and was just overall in a bad mood. luckily you were here to melt that all away for him.

“your thighs are soft, baby.” maki said which had snapped you out of your thoughts, a small blush creeping up on your face as you smiled shyly, your hand patting your boyfriend’s head gently. “you think so?” you said, oblivious to the fact that maki’s mind had drifted so far ahead of him and how badly he actually wanted you. “yeah, just wondering what they’d look like around my head when i-“ maki stopped himself before he finished his sentence, not wanting to give himself a raging hard on simply from the mere thought of something so dirty.

“oh! that’s cute.” you giggled shyly as your face heat up immensely, knowing what he was going to say without even thinking, your own thoughts now running around. “maybe one day.” you said again before patting maki’s head again gently, maki mentally cheered to himself before yawning, the tiredness getting to him. “i love you baby, so much..” he said tiredly before he felt himself drifting off, knowing full & well he’ll just end up with morning wood.

“he’s sure got some good self control..” you said before tangling your fingers into his hair, drifting off to sleep with him.

: 💭 : hai anonie, thank u for ur request!! i got a tiniii bit carried away with writing this but, i hope you like it and it’s what you’d like ! feel free to always send me a request 🫶🏻

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Switch.

Pairings: Casey Novak x Alex Cabot.

Summary: After having some control over Casey, Alex figures out that there is something that she'd like to try, something they had never talked about but her mind was now clouded with thoughts about it.

A/n: *coughs* So...here we are again. I uh...I don't think I have anything to say about this other than I'm...nervous about this one, I tried my best...you guys are insatiable and I love that. So, here is the smut you guys asked for. It's sort of a part 3 of 'Possessive little me', so let's hope you guys like this. A lil smut for the night🫢 If you got any more requests, please send them my way guys, either on my asks box or message me privately! Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

Part 1. | Part 2.

*not my gif.*

Alex chuckled softly as her eyes landed on Casey’s neck. “I sure hope makeup can cover up enough those marks. We wouldn’t want people to wonder what happened.” She raised her brow teasingly as she walked to unlock the door.

Casey sighed as she shook her head. “Can’t say I mind.” She smirked as she followed Alex.

To say that night had been eventful was an understatement. The next day Casey had put on as much make up as possible and even then, she felt the whole office staring at her, and not only that, but she had court most of the day so she would be running into probably two or three different judges, so she opted for a turtleneck shirt even if it wasn’t that cold. Alex teased her about it endlessly, asking in front of the squad why she had chosen a turtleneck on such a beautiful day and Casey would only stare at her with a defying look. And it wasn’t only the fact that Alex had left marks all over her body, but she was also so sore that she could barely stand in the uncomfortable heels, this little thing that had happened with Lake had given Alex everything to take control over Casey; and in all honesty, she was not complaining.

As in for Alex, after Casey had literally fallen asleep right after they were done, she stayed awake for a little longer, tracing patters in Casey’s naked back, smiling as she watched her sleep. Even after all these years, she was still surprised that someone like Casey would actually love her as much as Casey did. Alex knew Casey would do anything for her, she had her wrapped around her finger just like Casey had Alex wrapped around hers, she couldn’t be happier than she was. And thinking about the past events, she had to admit that she had surprised herself with how in control she had been, and most of all, that Casey had let her, giving up the idea that maybe after all, Casey liked the idea of Alex taking control of her at times, and Alex kept a note in her mind that she’d definitely do it more often.

A few weeks after that, they had both been loaded with cases, barely seeing each other during the day and too tired to do anything once they were home. But today, it seemed to be a calm day for Alex, and she took the opportunity to pay a visit to her girlfriend. She smiled softly as she stood at the door, finding Casey going through some files as she recited some words, most likely she was practicing either a closing or just the case. She knocked softly and her smile widened once green eyes found hers, that beautiful smile on her face as she stared at Alex.

“Hey. I thought I wouldn’t see you today either.” Casey smiled as she stood up, leaving the file on her desk.

Alex closed the door behind her and walked to Casey. “I finished some paperwork and don’t have to be in court yet, so I thought I’d at least see you and steal some kisses before I left.” She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around Casey’s waist and pulled her against her body, leaning in and kissing her neck softly.

Casey bit her lip softly as she wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck. “You better not leave any marks there again, it was almost painful to have to wear turtlenecks for days.”

Alex chuckled softly as she looked up at Casey, biting her lip. “You should’ve shown them. You looked so hot with all those marks.”

“Oh, I’m sure you loved that.” Casey grinned as she leaned in and captured Alex’s lips in a slow kiss.

Alex sighed softly as her hand traveled up Casey’s back, pulling her impossibly close to her, moaning softly as Casey’s tongue grazed against her bottom lip and soon enough their tongues were fighting for dominance. They were really into the kiss that they didn’t notice the door opening, until they heard someone clearing their throat and both pulled apart, looking at the door and blushing hard as they found none other than Elizabeth Donelly.

“Do I need to give you two some rules? You didn’t have enough fun in high school?” Liz raised her brow as she walked to them, handing Casey a file. “So.” She smirked.

Alex furrowed her brows. “So…what?”

“I heard from a little bird that someone here is possessive. Are you possessive in bed too, Alex?” Liz smirked as she crossed her arms.

Alex blushed even harder as she stared at Liz. “I- uh…why would you-“

“No, I actually lead in bed.” Casey said casually as she looked into the file.

Alex turned to look at Casey and smacked her arm. “Casey!”

Casey chuckled softly as she looked up from the file. “Am I wrong?” She grinned.

“And who was in charge that one time here, huh?” Alex smirked.

Liz stared at the two of them, mouth agape. “I…” she sighed. “…can’t even say I’m surprised.” She shook her head. “But also…can’t say I’m surprised with this new discovery. Looks like what they said about you Casey is true.” She smirked playfully.

Casey turned to look at her confused. “What did they say?”

“Who’s they?” Alex furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms.

“That you’re such a…daddy.” Liz huffed a laugh as she gave Casey a teasing look.

“Daddy? The hell is that?” Casey laughed softly.

“Liz, who’s they?” Alex asked again, completely ignoring what she had said.

“Please, you’re gonna tell you’ve never heard of the term? C’mon, girls! I’m older than you and I already know it.”

“Wait…” Casey chuckled. “So…the kink. They think I’m daddy?” She laughed hard.

Alex still oblivious of the conversation, kept staring at Liz. “Who. Is. They?”

“They do. Heard it once or twice…they’re really into you, Casey.”

“That’s insane. I didn’t even know that was a thing for women.” Casey kept laughing.

“Right? But you’re it, Case. Own it.” Liz winked as she laughed with Casey.

“Who the fuck is they?!” Alex said as she frowned, looking between the two women.

Liz finally stared at Alex with a raised brow, a grin on her face. “The interns, Alexandra. And the squad has mentioned it too.” She huffed a chuckle. “I see why they say you’re all possessive.”

“Only if they knew that I am the daddy of the relationship.” Casey wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist and smirked, a playful stare on her face.

Alex exhales. “I swear you two…” she looked away as she tried to avoid them finding the redness in her cheeks. “You just fed her ego, thanks for that, Liz.” She shook her head as she looked at Casey.

“My pleasure.” Liz grinned as she walked to Casey, whispering in her ear but loud enough for Alex to hear. “Maybe you should give her some, so she calms down a bit, she looks like she needs it.” She smirked before she walked to the door and closes it.

“Jesus, Elizabeth!”

Casey laughs as she walked to the door and locked it, turning around to look at Alex. “I loved Liz’s idea.” She smirked playfully as she slowly walked to Alex.

“You’re insatiable. And a perv.” Alex shook her head as she stared into green eyes.

“You love it.” Casey said softly with a grin on her face, her hands going to Alex’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer to her body, leaning down and kissing Alex’s neck, earning a soft moan from Alex. “That’s what I thought.” She whispered softly as she nibbled and kissed on her pulse point.

“I have court in 15.” Alex breathed out as she bit her lip.

“Enough time for at least two rounds.” Casey smirked as she hopped Alex up in her desk, getting in between her legs.

Alex rolled her eyes playfully. “Cocky.” She grinned.

“What?” Casey laughed darkly. “My baby wants 3?” She raised her brow playfully, her voice huskier than usual.

“Shut up, Case.” Alex shook her head as she took her blazer off. “You have 14 minutes now. So shut up and fuck me.” She smirked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Casey knelt as she slipped her hands under Alex’s skirt to get to her underwear.

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After the cases that were given to Casey, Alex knew that Casey would be stuck in her office for at least another two to three hours, so she opted to go to the supermarket herself and get what they needed for the weekend. As she walked to the mall, she kept looking around at the stores and noted in her mind everything that she needed, and also her mind drifted from time to time to things that she didn’t need at all but still felt the need to buy. It wasn’t until her eyes landed on a particular store that it made her stop in her tracks; a sex shop. Her lips parting as her mind was clouded with not so innocent thoughts. For a moment she stopped and kept thinking if it was a good idea to go inside, she would only look and then leave, and she looked around as if someone was watching her. She then took a deep breath, and walked directly to the store, slowly walking in, and noticing that the store was almost empty, so she wouldn’t feel to embarrassed.

Her eyes wandered around the store, not even sure where she was supposed to go or what her eyes were looking for exactly. She started walking around the store; toys, clothes, lubes, cuffs, lingerie, there was so much that she felt a bit overwhelmed. They had never really talked about the use of toys or even to come to a store like this, they knew how to bring each other to their peak and that had been enough. But now, seeing all of these options, Alex couldn’t help but wonder if Casey would be up to use any of these things. Her eyes landed on a set of lingerie that she so wished that she could buy for Casey, they used these once in a while, to tease each other and it’d end up on the floor soon enough, and then her eyes landed on a particular item; a strap. She bit her lip as she looked at the variety of options and colors, for a moment her mind went to the wonderland and she pictured herself in it while Casey waited in bed for her, legs spread as she waited for Alex to-

“Hi, my name’s Rosie. Can I help you find anything in particular?” Rosie smiled softly.

Alex gulped as she looked at Rosie, suddenly feeling nervous. “I…uh…no. I mean…I’m just…looking.”

Rosie chuckled softly. “First time here?”

Alex huffed a chuckle. “That obvious?”

“No judging. It’s nice that people are opening up more to the idea of using toys and improve in their sex life.” Rosie grinned as she looked at the straps. “Those are good options. Personally…I’d go for that one.” She pointed to a purple one. “The harness won’t hurt you much around your hips, or your partners. It’s comfortable too.”

Alex felt her cheeks getting red as Rosie talked, her eyes on the toy as she bit her lip. “I’ve never…used any of these.”

“Well, people always go for the big things. They are eager. But personally, I’d go for that one. If you don’t actually want to use a strap, there are other options.”

Alex nodded as she gulped again. “I’ll…think about it.”

“You can find me if you do return.” Rosie smirked as she leaned closer. “I promise…you won’t regret it.” She then walked away from Alex.

Alex looked at the toy one last time before she turned and walked out of the store, walking to her destination. But now instead of focusing on the things she needed to buy, her mind was wandering again, and she couldn’t help but bit her lip and uncomfortably walk as she couldn’t stop the thoughts and images that appeared in her mind. She then made a note in her mind of bringing it up in a conversation.

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“Hey baby?”

Alex looked up from her laptop. “Yeah?”

“You forgot to buy some stuff for tomorrow’s dinner.” Casey said softly as she walked into the living room, raising her brow as she looked at Alex.

Alex sighed softly. “I’m sorry, I must have thought that I got everything, and I didn’t double check. I can buy them before I come home.”

Casey squinted her eyes as she looked at Alex. “You okay?” She walked to the couch and sat down beside Alex, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Alex sighed again as she placed her laptop beside her, turning to look at Casey. “I might have been distracted when I went to the mall.” She bit her lip softly.

“Oh? By what?”

“Uh…” Alex looked down at her hands and fidgeting with her finger.

“I take it that it wasn’t by a piece of clothing.” Casey raised her brow. “C’mon baby, don’t get shy on me.”

“I went into a sex shop.” Alex snapped as she turned to look at Casey.

“Oh.”

“Exactly.”

Casey chuckled softly. “Why is that a bad thing? You saw something you liked?” She then paused. “Wait…you did. What was it?”

“Would you be up for toys? Like…I mean we use lingerie. But…we never talked about toys.”

Casey grinned. “I wouldn’t mind. If you’re up for it…I’m in.”

Alex smirked. “Really?”

Casey nodded. “Really.” She smiled softly and leaned in to peck her lips.

Alex bit her lip softly and leaned in this time to kiss Casey’s neck softly. “Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Casey bit her lip softly. “So, you not gonna tell me what you saw?”

Alex shook her head. “Nope. Not for now, at least.”

Casey rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay. Fair enough. Now, get your pretty ass up and let’s have dinner.” She stood up and extended her hand for Alex.

Casey was suddenly curious and got an idea of what it could possible be that Alex saw at the store, but she also knew that if she kept pushing, Alex would end up overthinking if it was a good idea, so she let the idea slip. They had never talked about using toys, which was true, Casey had always found some pleasure in using her mouth on Alex, and Alex was perfect with her fingers, and also her mouth; they both learned what they liked, and they learned how to please each other, so that was enough for them. But the idea of adding toys…any toys, it didn’t matter…she was excited about it.

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Casey closed the door behind her and literally kicked her heels off, along with her briefcase and her coat, not even caring where they landed. She walked around the apartment trying to find Alex, but the lights were out, except for their bedroom. Casey had told Alex that she’d be busy in court all day, and that she might get home a little late; it had seemed like Casey told Alex ‘baby, I’ll be all day in court, please send me teasing texts and don’t stop’. Casey’s phone was blasting with messages all day, no stopping. It was either messages or pictures that she accidentally opened during her short breaks. She didn’t blame her, Casey had done it before, Alex came back home and took her revenge, and now…it was Casey’s turn. Casey walked inside their bedroom and raised her brow as she found Alex in bed, a playful smirk on her face.

“Thought you’d be home late.” Alex smirked.

“I so happened to finish early.” Casey said in a low voice, almost whispering, taking in the appearance of Alex who had her robe on, and Casey was pretty sure that she either had a set of lingerie or she was completely naked.

Alex hummed. “Good for you.” She smirked. “Got my messages?”

“If this was your revenge…I can’t say I didn’t deserve it. But baby…” Casey exhaled. “…I almost got scolded by Petrovsky, I couldn’t take the images off my mind.” She wetted her lips as she stared into blue eyes.

Alex took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand, crawling to where Casey stood at the end of the bed. “Oops?”

“Oops? Really?” Casey huffed a chuckle. “You got me all wet for the entire day.”

“Can I get a taste?” Alex smirked as she sat on her knees and pulled Casey’s by her pants, her hands going up Casey’s body.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Casey smirked as her hands went to Alex’s middle, undoing the tie of the robe and opening it slowly, her eyes darting down, almost moaning at the sigh, her pupils dilatating. “I was hoping you’d use this one. You always look so hot in it.” She licked her lips slowly as she pushed the robe off her body.

“Thought you might like it.” Alex bit her lip as Casey’s hand landed on her hips, pulling Alex close to her body. She looked down and started unbuttoning Casey’s shirt slowly. “So…you didn’t answer me…can I get a taste?” She looked back up at Casey as she smirked, pushing the shirt down and throwing it to the floor.

Casey raised her brow as one of her hands traveled up Alex’s body, landing right between her boobs. “I first want to get a taste.” She grinned as her hands moved to Alex’s back to remove her bra slowly, throwing it to the floor and leaning down to move Alex’s hair back, kissing her bare shoulder.

Alex bit her lip as she tilted her head, giving Casey more access to kiss her. “Case…”

Casey grinned softly as she pulled away enough to get rid of her shirt. “Yes?”

“Just fuck me already.” Alex breathed out as she laid back down in bed, biting her lip as she stared at Casey.

Casey smirked and also got rid of her pants, staying only in her underwear as she crawled the bed, getting on top of Alex and leaning down to kiss her lips softly, but soon enough, the kiss became heated and messy. Alex’s hand moved to Casey’s hair and pulling her closer to her, her legs wrapping around Casey’s waist to pull her against her body and moaned when Casey started grinding on her. Casey’s tongue moved against Alex’s, both women enjoying every second of the kiss. Casey then pulled away and moved her lips down Alex’s jawline, kissing down her neck, licking and nibbling wherever her lips landed. Alex thrusted into Casey and moaned as Casey kept nibbling and licking on her neck, loving the feelings of her lips and tongue on her skin, the wetness between her legs growing even more.

Casey’s hand traveled down Alex’s body and played with the waistband, soon after moving right between Alex’s legs feeling the growing wet spot in her underwear and smirking as she licked her collarbone. “All this for me? Can’t wait to taste you.” She softly bit her shoulder, earning a whine mixed with a moan.

“Casey…I need you now.” Alex bit her lip softly as she looked at Casey.

“Getting there baby.” Casey returned to her lips and kissed her softly, her tongue diving into Alex’s mouth for a second before she pulled away and started kissing down her body.

Alex threw her head back as she felt Casey’s lips on her skin, stopping at her boobs to give her nipples some attention, licking and sucking while her hands worked on getting rid of Alex’s underwear. Casey looked down and smirked as she moved to completely remove it, throwing it to the floor. Her mouth watered at the sight of Alex completely naked, biting her lip at the sight of her glistening cunt. Casey returned her kisses to Alex’s body while her hands caressed her thighs, spreading her legs as she moved down. She kissed just above her clit and then moved to her thighs, giving open mouth kisses, looking up through her eyelashes to see Alex’s reaction. Casey softly bit the inside of her thigh and licking it to soothe the string as Alex groaned softly, her eyes never leaving Casey’s.

“Have I ever told you that I love the way you look like this?” Casey licked the inside of her thigh and smirked as Alex moaned softly.

“Case, please.” Alex moaned softly.

“As you wish, princess.” Casey smirked as she licked a stripe through her folds, earning a loud moan from Alex.

Alex’s hands went to Casey’s hair and pulled her closer, looking down at her and biting her lip, trying to swallow back her moans but her lips parting when Casey kept licking up and down. Casey attacked her pussy, moaning against it as Alex kept moaning her name and her grip on her hair tightened. Casey started teasing her entrance, spreading her wetness, making a mess in her lips. Soon after, her tongue slid inside her, making Alex grind her hips deeper, riding Casey’s face. The taste, the grinding, Alex’s moans, were literally making Casey feel hotter than she already was, her arms wrapping around Alex’s thighs to keep her in place.

It wasn’t long until Casey felt Alex’s grip tightening again, and that was when Casey slid in two fingers, making Alex’s back arche, moaning louder than before. Casey’s tongue spread more of her wetness until her tongue met Alex’s clit, wrapping her lips around it, and sucking it harshly as she kept pumping fast into Alex. Soon after, Alex pulled Casey impossibly closer to her, almost suffocating Casey as she kept her in place as she came, Casey helping her through it. Casey licked and swallowed every single drop, slowly taking her fingers out, she moved to kiss her thighs softly and then kissed her way up Alex who was a panting mess.

Casey grinned softly as she parted Alex’s lips with her soaked fingers, Alex wrapping her lips around it and sucking them clean, making Casey moan. “You were so good…so hot.” She smirked as she took them out and kissed Alex, their tongues dancing together.

Alex moaned against her lips and almost whined as Casey pulled away. She panted softly as Casey kissed her shoulder and then her neck, leaving soft kisses. Alex smiled softly. “I should tease you more often.” She chuckled.

“Only if you want to be punished next time. This time I was just eager to eat you out.” Casey grinned as she kissed Alex’s lips.

Alex moaned softly and then pulled away, biting her lip. “I got something.” She looked into green eyes nervously.

Casey raised her brow softly. “Oh?”

Alex took a deep breath and pushed Casey softly off her, getting up from the bed and looking into a bag that she left beside the bed. Casey furrowed her brows as she stared at every move that Alex made as she sat in bed, a little confused when she went into the bathroom. When Alex turned around, Casey’s lips parted in surprise, a gasp leaving her lips as she noticed the strap. Alex grinned softly at Casey’s reaction, thinking that maybe after all it hadn’t been a bad idea.

“I uh…I went back to the store today. I decided to buy it, but if you don’t want to try it, I completely-“

“I do.” Casey snapped.

Alex was a little taken aback by the quick response, staring at Casey as a grin appeared on her face. “You do?”

Casey looked up at Alex’s eyes, wetting her lips slowly as she nodded. “You know how hot you look? Like…you’re hot, always but…god, Alex. I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Alex smirked softly, tilting her head. “Get up…and take the rest of your clothes off.” Her voice suddenly became raspy as she stared at Casey.

Casey’s pupils dilated even more as she heard Alex, getting up and taking off her bra and underwear, never taking her eyes away from Alex. Alex slowly walking to bed and sitting down, leaning her back against the headboard, her eyes roaming down Casey’s body as she bit her lip. The idea of having total control, of Casey listening to her and obeying was driving her crazy. Casey finally crawled to bed and raised her brow curiously, wondering what was going to happen next, feeling her body shivering in anticipation.

Alex ran her fingers through Casey’s hair, her hand grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Casey’s face to her, making her gasp softly. “I want you to ride me.” She whispered softly as she kissed Casey’s lips.

Casey moaned softly against her lips and nodded, pulling away slowly. She moved slowly to Alex’s lap but was stopping by Alex’s hand on her hips, one of her hands moving between Casey’s hand, making her gasp softly and grind on Alex’s hand as she moved her fingers in Casey’s heat, spreading the wetness. Alex chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Casey’s neck.

“All this for me? And I haven’t even touched you.” Alex whispered as she kissed her way up Casey’s ear, nibbling her earlobe. “I don’t even think we’ll need the lube.”

At her words, Casey moaned and threw her head back. “Please.” She breathed out softly.

“Please what, Case?” Alex grinned.

“Please…fuck me.” Casey looked down at Alex as she bit her lip.

Alex chuckled darkly as she nodded. “As you wish.” She whispered with a playful grin on her face, repeating Casey’s words from earlier.

Alex brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean before she grabbed the plastic cock and pulled Casey down, enough for Alex to start rubbing the toy in her wetness. Casey moaned a little louder as she felt the toy in her entrance, grinding her hips softly, making Alex chuckle darkly again as she saw how eager she was to have the toy inside her. Alex finally placed the toy in Casey’s entrance and started pulling her down, her lips parting at the sight of the toy disappearing, Casey throwing her head back and moaning loudly, her hands going to Alex’s shoulder to steady herself as she fully sat down in Alex’s lap.

“Good?” Alex asked softly as she looked up at Casey.

Casey nodded softly as she looked down at Alex, a whimper leaving her lips. “Yes.” She breathed out.

Alex nodded softly and started moving her hips up and down, Casey feeling the toy moving inside of her, Alex’s name leaving her mouth in whimpers as she started moving. Alex leaned in and started kissing Casey’s neck and nibbling, one of her hands going to Casey’s back to pull her close to her body. The sounds that left Casey’s mouth were music to her ears, feeling every thrust that Casey made only made her want more. At some point, Casey’s started moving at a certain rhythm that the end of the toy started hitting Alex’s clit, making her moan and gasp softly at the feeling. Alex’s lips wrapped around Casey’s nipple, sucking it softly and twirling her tongue around it, one of Casey’s hands going to Alex’s hair to pull her closer to her, turning her on even more at the feeling of her mouth on her.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Alex’s voice became raspier, full of lust and need as she matched the pace of Casey’s thrusts.

Casey moaned louder and tightened her grip on both Alex’s hair and shoulder. “Alex…I-I’m gonna…” her breath became heavy as she spoke, unable to finish her sentence.

Alex nibbled on Casey’s neck, her arm wrapping around Casey’s waist to hold her in place as they both thrusted their hips. “Come for me, my love…” She breathed out as she felt herself closer too.

Casey leaned her head down to kiss Alex, the kiss was messy and sloppy as they both moaned, coming together in synchrony, breathing heavily against each other’s lips. Casey wrapped her arms around Alex’s shoulders to pulled her close to her, her chest rising up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her whole body shivering as she came down from her orgasm, Alex still moved slowly to help Casey ride down her orgasm. She huffed a chuckle as she looked into green eyes, one of her hands going to Casey’s face to move some of the hairs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead, softly caressing her cheek as she pulled her down to kiss her lips softly.

“Such a good girl.” Alex smirked as she kissed her jaw and down her neck.

Casey panted as she looked at Alex. “That was…good choice.” She huffed a laugh as she placed her hands on Alex’s neck to bring their lips back together.

Alex bit her lip. “I think you have one more in you.” She whispered softly.

Casey’s heart skipped a beat as she looked into ocean blue eyes, a grin forming in her face. “Maybe so.” She bit her lip.

Alex smirked and in a quick move, she had Casey lying down in bed and Alex was now on top of her. She leaned down to kiss her lips passionately, swiping her tongue against Casey’s bottom lip, Casey rapidly giving her access and moaning as their tongues brushed against each other’s. When air became an issue, they pulled away and Alex’s lips soon found Casey’s neck, licking her way down until she got to her collarbone. She pulled away enough to look down at the toy, rubbing it against Casey’s pussy in a slow motion, soon after, she inched it slowly into Casey, grinning softly as Casey’s mouth fell open and a loud moan came out of her.

Alex started moving her hips slowly at first creating a steady rhythm and with each thrust, Casey moaned even more, pulling Alex down to kiss her again. The kiss was once again messy, Alex swallowing Casey’s moans as she moved faster, Casey could feel her walls clenching around the toy as Alex thrusted deeper, soon finding her g-spot. Casey gasped loudly as her nails slowly scratching their way down Alex’s back.

“A-Alex…oh god…I’m gonna…I’m so c-close…” Casey moaned as she wrapped her legs around Alex’s waist.

“Go ahead, baby. I wanna hear you.” Alex kissed her way down Casey’s neck and bit in between her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck!” Casey moaned loudly as she felt once again her orgasm hitting, trying to keep Alex in place.

Alex moved slowly to help Casey ride down her second orgasm, peppering her neck with kisses, licking the bite that she had just made. She moved up to kiss her cheek and then her lips softly. She smiled softly as Casey breathed heavily, kissing her nose and her sweaty forehead. Casey opened her eyes to look up at Alex, panting softly as her hand went to Alex’s cheek, moving her hair away and bringing her down for a kiss. Their lips moved slowly against each other, the kiss being tender and full of love.

Alex smiled softly. “You okay?”

Casey nodded softly as she smiled, still panting. “I am…just…don’t move yet.” She huffed a chuckle. “Feels nice.”

Alex grinned softly as she kissed her nose. “Tell me when.”

They stayed like that for a few more minutes until Casey told Alex that it was okay to move, groaning softly as she lost the feeling of the toy inside her. Alex took off the harness and placed it on the night stand, thinking that she’d take care of it later. She moved to the empty side of the bed and pulled Casey to her, wrapping her arms around her as she kissed her head softly, Casey sighing happily as she laid her hand on Alex’s chest, but not before she kissed her neck softly.

Alex smirked as she chuckled. “So…who’s the daddy now?”

Casey slapped Alex’s arm as she laughed. “Fuck you.” She said between laughs.

“Oh, you wanna go for a third round? Insatiable, baby.” Alex playfully said as she laughed.

Casey shook her head as she looked up at Alex. “That was great. But you gotta let me rest, Cabot.” She then nibbled on her lip as her hand caressed Alex’s chest. “I also wanna try it.” She smirked.

“You’ll have your turn.” Alex chuckled as she leaned down to kiss her lips softly.

[b1ackbunny]

LOVE LIES

CH. 05 | ONLY

A Bada Lee smau-ish ff

pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)

synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.

word count: ≈ 5.1k

warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited

previous: chapter 4

next: chapter 6

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taglist (open): @badasgirlfriend @tikitsune @lil-elliesgf @prilux

a/n: ok so the choreo imagined that jia will be teaching is this one! enjoy and I hope y’all like it! honestly longer than I expected… I was gonna post this like wednesday but I couldn’t wait that long I had to share this w you guys 🫶🏽

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“Are you ready for tonight?” Doyeon questioned as she took a sip of her iced latte. Today, the group decided to meet for breakfast with the inclusion of a couple of other friends. Taeyang (better known as Theo), Leejung, and Jihye (better known as Noze).

“Honestly…” She glanced around the table before propping her head on top of her hand and sighing. “Why did I invite her to one of my classes? Now I'm more likely to embarrass myself in front of the students.” Jia drew out another sigh and leaned her head against the wall beside her.

Ryujin rubbed the girl’s shoulder before patting it. “You’re a good choreographer and you're proud of your work, that's why.” Ryujin explained, hearing remarks of agreement after the statement.

“If anything, your muscle memory would take over while you're dancing.” Taeyang reminded and Keeho hummed along. He was right, in a sense.

Whenever Jia felt herself getting distracted while she danced, her body would automatically switch to autopilot and finish the dance for her. It was a little scary at times (according to her friends and previous dance partners) but it was helpful.

Jia raised her head and nodded, taking a spoonful of her kimchi jjigae before looking around the table. She began to smile and each person at the table knew what that meant.

Doyeon, Jihye, and Keeho began spewing excuses, followed by Taeyang who quickly caught on and joined them. Laura, Leejung, and Ryujin flat-out said no to the girl’s non-verbal request.

“We are not coming to your class to make sure you don’t interact one-on-one with Bada.” Ryujin deadpanned, earning nods from around the table. Jia dramatically gasped and held a fist to her heart.

“My friends don't care about me and my needs. My family doesn't care about me and my needs.” She exaggeratedly restated, skimming over the other’s faces. They all smiled at her antics and rolled their eyes.

“We do care about you and your needs…” Leejung started, taking a sip from her coffee before Jihye finished her sentence. “But what you need is to get with Bada and by us showing up to this class you’ll use us as a buffer.” The rest of the table hummed in agreement and Jia took a scoop of her jjigae.

She stared at it for a second before looking up at the group, doubt evident in her eyes. “I don't even know if she likes me like that—or really in general—if she likes girls like that.”

Laura slightly frowned and swung her arm around her sister’s shoulder, pulling her into a side hug. Her fears were justified, as it happened before. During college, Jia grew feelings for a girl who turned out to not like girls but made out with her whenever she was bored.

The mixed signals caused Jia a world of humiliation and heartache that she would rather avoid experiencing for the second time. Jia laid her head on her sister’s shoulder and pushed her food around.

“If you don't want to ask her, we’ll do some digging for you and find out,” Keeho confirmed, peeking around the table to gather more spies for his mission. Doyeon and Taeyang confidently nodded along, soon followed by every other person at the table.

Jia smiled and tapped her pinkie finger to the inner corner of her eye, feeling grateful tears slowly arise. “Thank you guys, this means a lot. Now let's change the subject before I start to cry.”

The table laughed and Laura laid her head on her sister’s, a teasing smirk glazing over her features. “Yeah, please change the subject… she looks ugly when she cries.”

Jia immediately raised her head and exited her sister’s grasp, gasping with feigned offense and slapping her sister’s shoulder. This lifted the spirits of everyone at the table as they laughed at the sisters who started bickering before changing the topic.

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Jia stepped into the practice room and dropped her bag by the mirror, sitting on the floor and looking down at her phone. After breakfast with her friends, she spent her day teaching classes at a smaller studio a short distance from Just Jerk.

Like most of what she did this week, she spent her lunch break on FaceTime with Bada. Now that she's back at Just Jerk and going to see Bada in less than an hour, Jia felt her stomach spin. The comforting feeling of being inside Just Jerk once again kept her uneasiness at bay.

She made her way over to the computer connected to the speakers and pulled up the song, getting it ready for the class. The girl then grabbed her water bottle from her bag and took a sip, glancing at herself in the mirror before looking at the clock.

It was 7:38 p.m., meaning her class was starting soon. She heard a knock at the door and took a deep break before moving across the room. Jia released the breath upon seeing who it was through the window. It was one of the younger members of Just Jerk, Moain.

Jia smiled as she opened the door and hugged the girl. “I’ve missed you Ain!” She ruffled the younger girl’s hair, causing her to swat the hand away before moving inside. “I knew you missed me the most out of everybody, that’s why I signed up for your class.”

Ain made sure to say exceptionally loud so that if any of the lingering members (especially J-Ho and Hulk) were in the hallway they would hear. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and ruffled her hair once more.

“Yeah, yeah. You've been doing your homework? Staying out of trouble?” Jia folded her arms and raised her eyebrow, staring at the younger girl who rolled her eyes at her back-to-back questioning.

“Yes and yes…” Jia examined the girl’s expression, looking for any signs of her lying before smiling in satisfaction when she found none. Since Jia had met Ain late last year, she saw her as a baby sister. She made sure the seventeen-year-old took her education seriously while helping her excel in dancing.

“I saw a good amount of people in the lobby. I think they're coming to your class.” Ain said as she mimicked Jia’s stretches. “We’ll see at 7:50.” Ain nodded and continued following Jia’s movements.

Once it hit 7:50, Jia swung the door open and jammed a doorstopper underneath it, welcoming the students in with a warm smile. Ain wasn't lying when she said it was a good amount of people. Jia counted a little over fourty people when she eyeballed the crowd entering the room.

She saw many familiar faces within the crowd, as well as new ones. While she searched the crowd of dancers from the doorframe, Jia saw the distinctive box slowly appear in front of her face. It was attached to a hand and Jia followed the direction it came from, spinning on her feet.

Her face immediately formed into a cheerful expression when she saw who it was. Bada’s face held a matching expression as she pulled her arm around and kept the box in Jia’s line of sight.

“Bada! Welcome to my class!” Jia happily greeted the girl and went in for a hug. She felt Bada freeze before reciprocating the hug, swaying side to side before letting go.

After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Jia broke the silence by playfully slapping the girl’s arm. “I told you not to buy me anything. And you better accept the money when I repay you. It’s rude to ignore my wishes-” Bada ignored Jia’s complaints, fixing the girl’s bucket hat that seemed to shift during the hug.

“Friends buy friends things. I'm not taking it back and I'm not accepting anything in exchange.” Bada calmly stated while putting her hands in her pocket, eyes fixated on the girl. Jia maintained the stare-off, giving a pointed gaze in return for Bada’s overall calm and unwavering one.

Jia grumbled and accepted the box of Peperos, causing Bada to smile at her victory as Jia moved to the side. Bada took this as a signal to walk in and the chattering students’ attention instantly flipped to the two.

Jia removed the doorstopper and kicked it to the side, allowing the door to slowly shut behind her as she walked further into the class. A path was cleared for her to walk toward the front of the class.

She pretended to hold a stern face as she reached the front and put the gift in her bag. The girl then turned toward the class and stood front and center, silently staring into the eyes of each student. She could tell a few of them were intimidated as she heard the conversations come to a halt.

Meeting gazes with Ain who held a ‘really?’ expression on her face that told her she didn't believe her stern charade, forced Jia to crack a smile and laugh. “I’m kidding guys, welcome to my class!” She said with a laugh, changing her expression to one of excitement.

All of the students laughed along, the newer students releasing sighs while the ones who were familiar with taking her classes were used to her stunts. “Today we are learning the choreography that I made earlier this week. It's to a song that some of you might be familiar with, ‘Only’ by J.cob featuring Nathania.”

Cheers and claps were heard around the room to her announcement, rendering a smile to take over Jia’s features. She scanned the room and saw Bada a little toward the back, holding up two thumbs up. Her smile widened a little before she cleared her throat and slowly paced the front of the room.

Jia directed them during stretches and told jokes throughout the entirety to make it go faster. After stretching, she heard Ain speak up. “Jia, can you show us the choreography before you teach it? I wanna envision it all beforehand.”

The class chorused in agreement and Jia quietly stared at the girl with a closed mouth passive-aggressive grin. She knew what she was doing, and Ain could tell with the evil smirk that casted over her features.

Ain had been quietly observing Bada and Jia since the class started. She caught every exchanged glance and smile. The seventeen-year-old was also secretly recruited by Hulk and J-Ho to spy on the pair and return with information since they weren't able to go to the class themselves.

Jia sighed before agreeing and moving toward the computer. By this time, the cameraman had already come inside and set his equipment up at the front of the class. He asked if he needed to record this and Jia confirmed that he didn't, but that didn't stop the students from eagerly whipping out their phones.

Jia fast-forwarded the song to the chorus before Nathania’s verse and jogged back to the center of the room where the class left a big space for her to dance. She didn't do the dance full-out and only performed the choreography but still earned cheers from the dancers observing.

As the choreography came to a close she jokingly pointed at one of the students’ phones before bowing and jogging back over to the computer. She stopped the music and turned back over to the class who clapped in response.

“How was that? Are you guys ready to learn it?” They all cheered ‘yes’ and Jia happily clapped. The way Jia taught dancers and idols were completely different. She was a bit more strict with the idols she choreographed for than the dancers.

But overall, Jia was a pretty patient teacher. She reviewed the dancers through the mirror as she explained each move to them and asked after each step she taught if there were any questions. 

During the first water break, Jia moved to her water bottle and took a sip. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bada approaching her. She restrained the smile that threatened to rise and turned toward the girl with a neutral facial expression.

“So, Bada… how are you liking my class so far?” Jia quired, lightly tapping her nails against aluminum as she spoke. Bada smiled at the girl and switched the hand holding her own water bottle.

“You're great with people. I can tell you genuinely find happiness in what you do.” Bada truthfully reflected, causing Jia to smile and nod. She thanked the girl and folded her arms behind her back.

“Also you're an amazing dancer. I'm happy I got to see you dance in person.” Jia quickly unfolded her arms and hovered a hand over her mouth, attempting to hide the grin and blush rising. Bada smiled at the girl’s reaction.

“Thanks… do you want to perform the choreo at the end with a group?” Jia questioned once she gained her composure back, her nonchalant tone of voice conflicting with the hopeful gleam in her eyes.

Bada tapped her chin and put a hand on her hip, mimicking a thinking position before cracking a smile. “Yeah, I guess I will.” Jia excitedly smiled and clapped. “Alright, now let me teach the rest of the dance.”

She immediately pivoted towards the group and clapped louder. “Alright guys, I hope you're well-hydrated because we're learning the rest of the dance now!” Some cheers were heard and Jia smiled at Bada who moved back to where she previously was.

Her eyes trailed around the classroom before she turned toward the mirror and met the gaze of Ain who had a brow quirked while looking between the two experienced dancers. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and continued teaching the steps.

Once she taught all of the moves, she performed the counts with the group about five times with no music. She turned on the music and performed the choreography two more times before moving to the back.

She sent Ain to run the music back as she spoke over it. “Okay guys, now you'll perform as a class two more times but I won't be leading it.” Jia looked around the crowd and saw some unsure faces before the chorus before Nathania’s verse started playing.

She paced behind the dancers and looked at most of them through the mirror. “I believe in you guys! 5, 6, 7, 8!” After she counted them off, they began doing the dance and Jia smiled. She kept her eyes on different dancers and hyped some of them up.

Jia bobbed her head and made satisfied faces at her favorite parts when she saw students accomplish the moves well. Her eyes did trail to Bada’s in the mirror but knowing that she was actually doing her choreography was a little too much for her at the moment so she dragged her gaze away.

After each run, she made some comments and reminders about the parts where most messed up but ultimately cheered them on. Once the last run was over, Jia paused the music and jogged back to the front of the class.

She held a satisfied smile and held her hands together while looking at the group. “After this water break, we're going to record the dance full-out. If you don't want to be chosen for one of the groups who will be recorded, move off to the side.”

A good few from the class moved to the side and when she saw Ain try to, Jia quickly pulled the girl back and smiled at her with a pointed gaze. This earned laughs from around the room and Ain dramatically sighed but stayed next to Jia.

“Okay, so I'm going to choose the groups and then we're gonna go on a water break.” Jia looked around at the dancers left standing. “The first group of dancers will be me, Ain, you with the camouflage cargos and…”

She looked around the group of dancers, taking a couple of glances at Bada before saying the last two recruits. “You with the red hair and you in the grey shirt.” Numerous surprised facial expressions were seen throughout the class, even Ain who thought Jia would use this opportunity to add Bada to her group.

“Alright, now the second group…” Jia drew out, walking between the standing figures. She stopped by Bada and smiled at her through the mirror, putting her hand on her shoulder and patting it.

“Will have the one and only, Bada Lee.” Many of the dancers to the sides started clapping and Jia slid her hand off Bada’s shoulder and moved around the room once more. She picked out six other dancers to be a part of Bada’s group before putting the last nine dancers in the middle together.

The water break started and Jia moved to her water bottle. She saw Ain coming toward her out of the corner of her eye and prepared for the younger girl’s nagging. “Yes, Ain?”

Ain squinted her eyes at the older woman and crossed her arms. “Why didn't you add Bada Lee to your group?” Jia sighed and drank a gulp of water. She turned toward the younger girl and shrugged.

“I wanted her to lead the second group, it's no biggie.” Jia told Ain, which wasn't a lie but wasn't the full truth. She had guessed by now that Ain was sent to spy on the two because Hulk and J-ho weren't there to watch the two themselves.

If Jia told her the whole truth, she knew for a fact that it would get to Hulk and J-ho by the day after and she wouldn't hear the end of it. Ain surveyed Jia’s face before slowly nodding and walking backward toward her friends that came to the class.

Jia shook her head with a smile and took another sip of her water. “I feel like I should be offended you didn't add me to your group.” Jia twirled toward the sudden voice and laughed at Bada’s fake hurt facial expression.

She pouted and rubbed the girl’s arm in sympathy. “I know you'll do a great job leading the second group.” Bada’s expression morphed into a smile as she confidently nodded.

Jia admired the girl’s facial features for a second before dragging her gaze down to her stilled hand on Bada’s arm. She immediately withdrew her hand from Bada’s arm and placed it on her neck, switching her gaze to Bada’s tattoo and sheepishly smiling.

Bada tilted her head and kept her gaze locked on the girl in front of her. She could tell Jia wanted to say more by the conflicting look in her eyes. “And…?”

Jia’s eyes flickered to Bada’s and her mind was shouting at her mouth to deny that there were any more reasons, but her mouth had different plans.

“Well…” She rubbed her hand against the nape of her neck before bringing it down to her elbow. She fixated her gaze on a button on Bada’s shirt and mumbled out her response. “What? I didn't catch that.” Bada furrowed her brows and moved a little closer to the girl.

Jia internally screamed and sighed, taking off her bucket hat and running a hand through her hair before putting it back on. “I also wanted to watch you do my choreography, you know since you're a great dancer and all. It'll be easier to see you dance if you're in another group.” She revealed in one breath, risking a glimpse at Bada’s face.

She was surprised to see a reddish blush painted over the seasoned dancer’s features, accompanied by an appreciative smile. Jia took this opportunity to release some of the nervousness she felt at the moment through comedic relief.

“Wait- is that blush I see? Did I make the Bada Lee blush?” Jia teasingly joked with a laugh, causing the accused to cover her cheeks as she laughed. “Stop, it just means a lot coming from you… because you're also an amazing dancer.” Bada rushed out the last part, biting back the smile that showed throughout her features.

Jia felt the heat rising on her face as she broke her gaze from Bada’s, not-so-discreetly glancing down at the girl’s lips before looking off the side and waving her hand mindlessly. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

She drank another gulp of water before looking at the time and making a noise of recognition. “Water break is over! Let's do a quick stretch before recording.” Jia clapped and got the attention of the dancers as she moved to the middle of the dancefloor.

After the groups stretched together and went over the dance, the first group got into their places. As the music started, Jia clarified to the people who weren't used to her classes that they weren't going to record the full-out version yet, but just do markings.

The group finished markings before rewinding the song back to a couple of seconds before the choreography started. Jia glanced over to Bada through the mirror and couldn't help the matching smile that grew on her face when Bada put a thumbs-up.

She silently laughed before directing her attention to the camera that was rolling. Fully immersing herself in the choreography, Jia made sure to show off a little. She made sure to portray a balanced amount of fluidity and control while also depicting each move through her facial expressions. The cheers and claps from the dancers off to the side only fueled her motions to be more satisfying.

Jia’s body moved to the beat and when it was time for her solo freestyle at the end, she made sure to keep it a little short before returning back to her usual self. Her face transformed into a grin as she held her heart and bowed in thanks for the praise.

She made sure to clap for the other dancers in her group, hugging each one of them and congratulating them on their execution. Jia’s gaze drifted toward Bada who stood across the room. Bada was already staring at her so when they made eye contact, Bada put up two thumbs up and mouthed ‘that was amazing’.

Jia’s smile widened at Bada’s compliment and put her hands over her heart and downwards smiled. Jia felt Ain tap her arm and switched her gaze to the younger girl next to her. “Stop staring at her with googly eyes and call the next group up!”

Jia side-eyed the girl and waved a finger at her while she walked toward the back of the class. “Next group!” She called out with a smile, holding her hands together as she signaled for them to go to the center.

There were cheers echoing around the room once Bada was seen approaching the middle. Jia joined in by clapping for the group, signaling one of the students off to the side to stand by the computer and wait for her cue to play the music.

After a few seconds, Bada gave a sign to Jia through the mirror showing that her group was ready. Jia nodded and sent signals to both the student and the cameraman. Once the music started, Jia kept her eyes trained on the dancers in front of her.

Each time they made the dance their own, Jia nodded along and cheered for them with a pleased smile. She mimicked the moves at some parts and winced in enjoyment at other parts.

But, Jia couldn't help it when her eyes trailed to a specific dancer in the group. Jia held a fist to her mouth and turned around before regaining her composure when she saw Bada do the specific hip part of her choreography.

She met gazes with Bada through the mirror as the choreography ended and signaled for her to keep going, adding her own short freestyle at the end once the other dancers walked off to the side.

Jia just smiled at the girl and stared at her in respect. After meeting her, Jia would be lying if she said she hadn't spent an hour or two watching random Bada dance videos. She grew to love watching the girl perform.

The way she carried herself, the control she had over her body, and the precision in her movements when dancing amazed the girl. So, seeing Bada do Jia’s choreography and channel such elements made Jia smile to herself while she watched Bada dance.

As Bada wrapped up the freestyle, Jia clapped for the girl and sent her two thumbs up. Bada smiled and shook her head before bowing. The cheers from Jia’s students came to an end once Bada moved from the middle and the music stopped.

She watched as Bada praised the other dancers in her group for their dancing. Jia made her way over to them and congratulated them herself. She high-fived each dancer from the group and listed the parts she especially liked their versions of.

Bada watched with a glint of admiration as Jia enthusiastically spoke to her students, individually complimenting them as well as giving constructive criticism. She could really see how much Jia cared for the people she taught and it made her smile.

Jia’s gaze fell on Bada and she placed her hands on her hips, slightly smirking at the girl as she got ready to tease her. “What are you smiling about? Your performance could use a little work, these six were outshining you.” Jia jokingly tutted and shook her head, causing the six other dancers to laugh and Bada’s smile to only grow.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to come to another one of your classes, perhaps one wasn't enough.” The six other dancers from the second group’s eyes widened at her statement, instantly turning toward their teacher.

Jia’s eyes widened a bit as she broke her eye contact with Bada, clearing her throat as she tried to keep a nonchalant impression. “Sure, maybe you might need one more of my classes.” She said with a shrug before bowing and excusing herself from the group.

Jia’s mind hadn't even processed that whole interaction before she called for the next group to go to the middle. When the dancers were ready, the music started to play and the camera started filming.

The girl made sure to keep the same energy for this group, cheering and wincing in delight at different sections. Her eyes were equally trained on all of the dancers and she was overall happy with their performance.

After the last group performed, Jia gave feedback on their version of her choreography. She let the group catch their breath before she stood at the front of the room. “I just want to thank all of you for signing up for my class. It was fun teaching this dance to all of you and I hope you all had as much fun as I did.

You are all amazing dancers and I thank you for sparing me a couple hours of your day.” Jia finished her short speech with a bow and gained applause from everyone around the room.

She smiled at the applause before announcing that the class was dismissed. A few people stayed back to ask Jia questions or take pictures with her, to which Jia accepted. After about fifteen minutes, one of the last students left, and Jia began to push Ain out the door.

“You have homework to do and it's late, you can't help me pack up,” Jia explained to the frowning girl before hugging her goodbye and sending her on her way. She twirled around to see Bada and two other students still there.

With furrowed brows, she approached them. When her footsteps were heard, the three looked up toward her. The two familiar students looked at each other and between the two other dancers before rushing out goodbyes and leaving the room with giggles.

Jia looked over her shoulder at the duo speedwalking out of the room, rolling her eyes with a smile at their giggles before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her.

She held a questioning gaze when she looked at Bada, trying to figure out without any words why she was still there. “I thought you'd leave by now,” Jia said with a confused smile playing on her lips.

“I stayed to help you pack up,” Bada revealed with a close-lipped smile that Jia found absolutely charming. Jia raised her eyebrows, flicking her gaze around Bada’s face before nodding with a somewhat matching close-lipped smile.

“Alright, thank you.” Jia began giving Bada directions on what she wanted her to do and the girl happily complied. While they packed up together, their conversation flowed as easily as it did on the phone, which the two were immensely grateful for.

Their banter was the same and it felt like time passed quickly as the two packed up the studio. Their conversations continued as they walked down the stairs to the lobby side by side.

Once they signed out and exited the building, they stopped in front of the studio and collectively sighed. “Thank you for coming to my class.” “Thank you for inviting me.” Jia smiled at the girl and slightly tilted her head to the side.

She watched as Bada bit down on her bottom lip, obviously contemplating something in her mind. “What are you thinking about?” Jia questioned, sliding her hand down her bag’s strap.

Bada stared back at the girl and folded her hands together. “Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow?” Jia tried to bite back her smile, ultimately failing as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I'd love to.” Bada smiled at the response, feeling a sense of relief flow through her body. “Great, I'll text you the details.” Jia nodded and folded her arms around herself, happy with how today went.

Bada didn't know whether she should hug the girl goodbye, so she ultimately just bowed and said her goodbyes. The two walked in different directions toward their cars, the radiant grins evidently plastered on their features.

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[hesaykise]

Oops. 😭

So I might’ve hacked my life a bit right now in terms of an SP.

I met a dude a while ago. Found him super attractive. Affirmed that he was super into me. (He def was super attracted to me.) Buuuuut like…I felt as if he wasn’t giving me the communication I wanted. Went no contact for a lil bit, then he came back after I affirmed some more.

Well I met a different guy and I was like oh wow I think he’s super attractive and my current SP is kinda…not it right now. Lemme…test this out.

If you’ve been following or reading any of my posts - most of everything I have posted about has been me testing different manifestation methods or shifting experiences.

So to test my theory, I decided that “guy #1” was no longer my SP. I started affirming for “guy #2” to be obsessed with me, find me attractive, he can’t stop thinking about me, etc. Let me just say that….as of today I know it worked. “Guy #1” messaged me yesterday, but I didn’t see the messaged until later, when I tried to respond he got upset and blocked me. I couldn’t contact him anymore and now I know he won’t reach to me from here on. (Nice knowing you 😕) Now “Guy #2” was all over me today. Saying he’s super attracted to me, he wants me, things of that nature.

I have never done this before with the SP concept. I’ve been seeing this all over social media and I did want to test this out to see if it actually works. It does. Also, I’ll also be honest. I’ve been single for a very long time so I decided I wanted to get out there this year. I do find “guy #2” super attractive. So I didn’t just do this to play with someone’s feelings.

Using affirmations and persisting in the story. It’s real. Shifting…it’s real. 😭 I’m so mad I didn’t know about this sooner, but better late than never…

Thanks for reading this and I hope you find something of use in this post. Believe in yourself, believe in your power, believe that you have what you want. Don’t falter, stick to your truth. :3

Love y’all!

Kise out~ 🫶🏽♥️

[mooodyblue]

hi i’ve never sent a request before but i thought of one/ just a thought depending on what you’re feeling 🫶 but basically my anxiety has been really bad lately and today i had a breakdown in a restaurant bc i was convinced the waiter was mad at me LMAO and i was just thinking abt how elvis would handle a situation like that where his little really doesn’t want to go down but he can tell their anxiety is spiking / they’re starting to panic and he doesn’t wanna push them, but then something pushes them over the edge in public and he just comforts them and helps them drop and gets them away from the situation asap just very fluffy and comforting and yeah 🫶 that’s all 🫶

ugh i feel this 100%!!!!! loved this request vvv much i know this all too well. hope u enjoy! <3

wc: 1.3k

there was something off about you today, elvis couldn’t put his finger on it.

elvis knew you like the back of his hand. he knew your quirks, what set you off, what made you uncomfortable, and how bad your brain could treat you sometimes. 

you woke up with a weird feeling in your chest. maybe it was the way elvis sighed when he woke up or how his usual morning kiss didn't linger as long as it usually did. how did something so small cause you so much worry?

it almost worried elvis how quiet you were at breakfast. all you did was poke at your eggs. there was a slight tremble to your hand, heavy sighs leaving your chest as you refused to make eye contact with him. 

“you alright, baby?” 

you didn't look up at him, shrugging and not replying to him. 

he sighed, drinking his coffee and putting his mug down before asking the question that you absolutely dreaded.

“you feelin’ little?” 

honestly, there was nothing more you wanted than to finally drop. but it was his day off, he wanted to spend the day with you and his friends and he had plans, you couldn’t just ruin them so suddenly. not on the day of. he was already annoyed with you, at least in your head he was. 

“no.” was all you said, poking at your eggs again.

“well—i got the guys to come with us to the memphian tonight. got a good lineup of movies, you wanna go down and get that pretty lil' dress you saw a couple weeks ago?” he asked, trying to get your mind off of things. 

“sure, sure.” she nodded. 

damage control 

“whatever you wanna do.” she mumbled, pushing her plate away. 

he did buy the dress for you, amongst other things. he loved spoiling you. with how you’d been feeling, he thought you deserved a nice pick me up at the very least. 

it wasn’t until you both settled into the rented out memphian theater that you started feeling bad again. the guys were in a few rows behind the two of you, being loud and talking amongst themselves before the movie started. elvis had to tell them to tone it down a bit as if he noticed it was bothering you slightly. 

elvis wrapped an arm around your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to try and calm you down. your leg was bouncing up and down quickly, trying to ease yourself of your running thoughts. “they don’t like me, elvis.” you mumbled. 

“sure they do, baby. you know how they get sometimes.” he sighed. 

they were just….so loud. and it was clearly affecting you and elvis was well aware of it so chances are; elvis was annoyed that you were frustrated and ruining his night with the guys. 

obviously, that wasn't even close to the truth. but your brain told you otherwise. 

you felt your chest start to hurt, just trying to keep everything bottled in and to yourself as your thoughts became worse and worse. 

“you gon’ start the movie or keep coddlin’ that baby of yours, ep?” billy yelled from the back. 

you sunk further in your seat, crossing your arms. 

elvis rolled his eyes, “it ain’t me man, be patient. they’ll start it soon. it ain't my fault we’re early.” 

there was an audible groan from the back, along with mumbles which you assumed were about you.

“it's my fault.” you muttered. 

his eyes widened as he turned to you, taking ahold of your hand. “not your fault at all, baby. you know that.” 

“i didn’t wanna go out for lunch ‘n now we’re early.” she grumbled.

“baby, we didn’t go out for lunch cause the guys were eager ‘bout comin' out here. you not wantin’ to eat didn’t play into that at all—you know how i am about you skippin’ your meals.” he frowned, squeezing your hand. “you hungry? i can go get you a lil’ snack, i’ll be real fast.” 

you looked at him panicked, “you’re gonna leave me with them?” 

“i’ll be super super fast, baby. i’ll bring you some candy, okay? you just wait.” he kissed the top of your head as he got up from his seat to leave the theater, leaving you alone a few rows ahead of the guys. 

you kept your eyes forward, refusing to look behind you. 

there was a small thump to the back of your head, followed by another and then another. that’s when you turned around, your cheek being hit with a piece of popcorn thrown from his cousin as he snickered to himself. you turned back around, your chest getting tighter as you felt your body begin to shake. why was elvis taking so long?

“quit it, man! that ain’t funny!” and “you’re bein’ a real jerk, man.” were mumbled behind you and god, you just wanted to go home.

elvis returned to the room, his eyes automatically shifting to you as you stood there visibly not okay. he rushed over to you, rubbing your back. “what happened? what’s goin’ on, baby?” 

“my chest hurts.” you whimpered, your breathing suddenly getting heavier. 

he glared at the guys behind her, “what the hell did you say to them?” 

“man, i was just kiddin’ around!” billy defended, sitting up in his chair. “they’re just bein’ dramatic!”

“watch your mouth, boy.” elvis snapped. 

you felt tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, shaking your head as you covered your ears. 

elvis helped you up from your seat, looking back at the men, “enjoy the movie.” he spat before quickly ushering you out into the quiet lobby. 

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” you began to cry, trying to control your breathing. 

“hey, baby. look at me, c’mere.” he crouched down and took her hands, holding them both securely in his as he looked up at you. “don’t apologize, this ain’t your fault. i got a group of fools as friends, don’t i?” 

you sniffled softly, shaking under his touch. 

elvis knew you weren’t having a good day and he wished you had brought it up, but you had such a bad habit of overthinking and bottling it all up. he wanted to take away your pain so badly, but all he could do was comfort you. 

“baby? you wanna go down a bit? maybe try ‘n forget about all of this?” he finally asked in a softer tone. 

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, nodding as he brought you back to his car—immediately taking you home. 

elvis was good at taking care of you, always knowing what to do in situations like these. he gave you a nice bath, wrapped you up in a cozy blanket and put cartoons on for you in the living room until he returned with a plate of nuggets and a sippy cup with your favorite juice. he frowned upon eating in the living room in fear of you spilling something onto the carpet but at this moment he didn’t care. 

he rubbed your back softly as you drank from your sippy cup. “you okay, baby?” 

“mhm.” you hummed against your sippy cup. “thank you, daddy.” 

he gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you were so strong today, daddy’s real proud of you.” 

you turned and looked at him, your cheeks growing warm at the sudden praise. 

he smiled at your reaction, giving your cheek a small pinch as you erupted in tiny giggles, nuzzling into his neck with the sippy cup still in your hand. “my cute baby, you’re just so cute. y’know that? i ain’t ever lettin’ anyone be mean to you again. swear.” 

the puppy dog eyes got him, the look of love and adoration in your eyes as you looked up at him from his shoulder. he kissed the top of your head and brushed your hair back. “i could just eat you right up, baby. that’s how cute you are.” 

“daddy no!” you giggled, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

“alright, alright. not today.”

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Dressing Room Tears

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: M (body image issues, weight gain, classic dressing room meltdowns, frankie being an angel, mild nudity i guess)

word count: <800

a/n: starting the year off with an entirely self-indulgent lil oneshot because I! feel! insecure! and wish that i had a frankie to gently remind me i’m hot piece of ass regardless of my weight! also, unedited, unbeta’d, un-everything 🫶🏼

frankie masterlist | frankie playlist

The mirror had never been your truest friend, your reflection controlling most of your teen years whether you realized it or not. The girl you saw never seemed to quite match the image of yourself you had created in your head—her stomach was a bit bigger, her hair frizzier, her hips carrying dips that you didn’t realize you had.

Now that you were older, it became a bit easier to take the occasional harshness of your reflection, but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t days when you’d much rather shatter the glass into a million little pieces rather than look at yourself.

Today was one of those days.

To start the new year, you and your dream of a man, Frankie, had decided it would be a nice treat for yourselves to go out and revamp your wardrobes, his clothes all covered in grease or littered with holes to prove how well-loved they were, while yours simply just felt too…suffocating.

You’d gained weight since January of last year—happy weight, Frankie called it—and though you’d never been anywhere near thin, you still struggled to accept the extra twenty or so pounds you’d gained this year.

Standing in the dressing room of an H&M, you fought back tears as you tried on your third pair of jeans—the largest size they seemed to carry in stock was a size 10 while you were at minimum a size 12 these days. You felt like an insecure teenager again, sucking in until you were out of breath in hopes of just getting the zipper to close.

“You good in there, baby?” Frankie asked from the other side of the curtain, apparently finished with trying his own clothes on. You swallowed thickly, fanning your eyes in hopes that it would prevent your tears from falling, but it was no use.

“Can you come in,” you croaked with a sadness-strained voice. Frankie was quick to slip into the dressing room, closing the curtain shut behind him as he gave you a concerned but soft look. An exhausted sob left your lips as you gestured at the jeans that weren’t anywhere near buttoning and then at the pile of other too-tiny jeans on the bench. “I’m too fat.”

“What? Baby,” he sighed and wrapped his arms around you, cradling your face as it buried in his neck. “You are not the problem here, your body is not the problem. You just need a bigger size, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Apparently there is because every single store we’ve been to today doesn’t sell my size,” you complained in a tearful whine, your voice muffled by his shirt.

“Once again, that’s these fucking fatphobic stores’ fault, not yours.” He pressed his lips against your temple and kept them there as he held you until the ache in your chest began to fade. “Come on, why don’t we leave this shithole and go get some food in your belly. You haven’t eaten today.”

“Thought I was being sly,” you joked as you pulled away to peel off the jeans that brought on this whole episode.

“Baby, look at me,” Frankie gentle gripped your chin and stopped your frantic changing, taking the time to admire your lower half in just a pair of modest cotton underwear, his hands lowering to traverse the curves of your body that he’d long laid claim to. “You are the most beautiful fucking woman in the world. Not just because of the soul you carry inside, or your mind, or your heart, but also because you’re fucking sexy. Just how you are.”

“You’re just—“

“Don’t you dare,” he warned with a smile. “I’m not saying this for the hell of it, baby. I mean it. You’re a fucking smoke show. Don’t let these clothing stores fool you into thinking you’re too anything.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” you beamed, cupping his cheek in your hand.

“I ask myself that very question everyday,” he replied. “I have no idea what good deed I’ve done that’s earned me you, but I’m sure glad I did it.”

Frankie placed a chaste kiss on your lips and smiled against you.

“Sushi or pasta?”

You joined him in grinning. “Sushi now, pasta later?”

“I like the way you think, baby.”