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velvrei · 9 months

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Idk how sending in requests works but I'm begging for more sub Chad pls 🙏🙏 also I love your work sm you're amazing truly godsent

thank you anon ur so kind<3 yk i’m always up for sub chad

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watch and learn

pairing : chad meeks martin x reader

summary : reader walks in on chad getting himself off and decide to help him out, but not by touching him.

warnings : sub!chad, guided masturbation, use of mommy, (3 times) chad gets caught, subby & flirty chad, mentions of sex but not actual sex, chad gets himself off to a polaroid picture of you fucking

word count : 2k

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

you always loved the fact that your dorm room was down the hall from chad’s. it made it easier to see him, you could go be nosy and see what he was doing that was so important rather than not answering you.

and that’s exactly what you were doing. you and chad planned on hanging out that night, and you were texting him, asking him what time you should come over. it was ten minutes with no answer.

normally, you wouldn't be too concerned if he was gaming with ethan or something, but ethan was gone for the night, and your phone hadn't notified you that he was playing online. which led you to question yourself, eventually leading to you grabbing your overnight bag and walking over to his dorm room.

you slowly opened the door and entered, hoping to see him on the couch in the living room, but he was nowhere to be found. you put your belongings down and began looking.

you usually wouldn’t even think about snooping around his dorm like you were, but those thoughts continued until you heard a loud moan come from his bedroom.

you started questioning the fact whether he was cheating, but quickly brushed it off, trusting him, and also knowing he’d be stupid to do it before you guys hung out and with you right down the hall.

you approached his room, quietly pushing open the door, your jaw dropping at the sight.

chad was splayed out on his bed, shirt off and sweatpants squeezing his thighs, a small, tan item in his right hand. his left hand was stroking up and down his cock as he squirmed and cute small sighs exited his lips. you couldn't stop staring. your big, buff boyfriend was wailing and jerking off to a picture of you. not just any picture, but a polaroid taken when you last fucked, when he fucked you from behind, yanked your head up by your hair, and took a gorgeous picture of your orgasm face with him smiling in the background.

you clenched your thighs together as his moans increased it’s pace, watching as chad’s back arched, and his name fell from his lips a relentless amount of times.

you almost wanted to take a picture of how pathetic he looked. it was hot. you couldn’t watch any longer, leaning on the door frame to his room and speaking up. “well, what do we have here?”

you watched as he panicked and turned to you, shoving his cock back into his grey sweatpants. the butterflies in your stomach lowered with each step you took, closer to him.

“i-” his voice was just above a whisper, a huge wave of guilt washing over his face. you smiled down at him, using your hand to cup his cute face. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be sorry, baby. you don’t have to hide from me.” you said, crouching down so your face was level with his. he watched your face carefully, for any sign of disgust, to which he found none. you just simply smiled at him, genuinely.

“you didn’t have to stop, either.” you spoke, firmly, watching with a cheeky grin as his dick twitched from your tone. he went to speak, but no words came out, he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

it’s almost like he wanted to get caught, cock in his hands as he stroked it to the thought of your tight walls around him.

you took matters into your own hands and stood, sitting on the end of his bed, “i didn’t want to interrupt you, honey.” you noticed the polaroid was no longer in his hands. you lifted his leg up, and found it laying under.

“trying to hide this from me?” you said, showing it to him as if he hadn’t already seen it. he slowly shook his head, remaining silent as you spoke again. “you don’t have to hide at all, you just look so fucking hot, all sprawled out for me, pumping yourself to the thought of me. i’m so wet because of you.”

you watched as chad’s head fell back, “fuck, yeah? is that right?” feeling his dick twitch against the fabric of his sweats once again. his heart skipped a beat when you got onto your knees, one hand on each of his legs. “yeah, baby. that’s right.”

his big brown eyes looked up at you when you adjusted yourself, your body now towering over him as you sat highly on your knees. “you want my help?” you smiled at how quickly chad nodded, gulping hard.

“okay, baby, keep stroking yourself.” his eyes widened, glancing down at your tits in your spaghetti strap shirt, before wrapping his hand around his thick cock, gripping it tightly. “stroke yourself, slowly. just like i would.”

chad moaned as he slowly pumped his dick, head falling back and eyes scrunching shut as he listened to the sweet sound of your voice. “good job, baby. did you cum before i walked in?” it was a little of a stupid question, but you had to make sure.

chad shook his head. your hands rubbed up and down his trembling thighs. “use your words, sweetheart.”

he moaned out before answering, “no, i didn’t.” he was a little embarrassed of the position he was in, stroking himself and doing exactly and only what you allowed him to. he whimpered, his pace painfully slow compared to before you walked in, now he was starting back to square one.

“good boy,” you praised, smiling as he melted, “now speed up your strokes for me. okay, honey?” chad nodded, incoherent sounds leaving his mouth as his hand gained a faster pace, finally fast enough to actually get him somewhere.

“mmm, yes, baby. that feel good?” he nodded slowly, sobbing out his current desperate state.

“fuck yes, feels so good, mommy, so good.” you watched as a rambled along a string of words, not making any sense but adding to the fucked out affect he had going on.

you just sat there and smiled, watching your 6’3, strong, buff boyfriend get himself under your command. something about him being such a big man and still being completely obedient and calling his shorter, not as strong, girlfriend, mommy, really did it for you.

“mommy,” there it was again, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum. can i cum please?” his voice was his usually raspy sounding, but slightly deeper as he was fucked out and moaning so much. he moaned again, a deep moan, making your pussy throb and thighs clench together, tightly.

you leaned down, his cock right in front of your face, “go ahead, chad. cum all over mommy’s face.” that last part sent him, drawing him over the edge as his face contorted into pleasure. he watched and moaned, panting as you stuck your tongue out for his sticky white stuff to cover.

you scrunched your eyes shut as his cum painted your face, half landing on your tongue and the other half on your cheeks and forehead. his hips bucked as his last drop landed on your tongue, and you swallowed it, and sat up, carefully opening up your eyes.

chad’s eyes opened after his high, seeing your face lathered in his cum and he almost got hard again at the sight. “maybe i’ll take a polaroid picture of this, too.” he spoke, cockily, smiling at you with his cheeky little grin you loved.

you smiled, “i was waiting for you to say something like that, don’t get too cocky, you were the one calling me mommy ten seconds ago,” you said and he gasped. you got up and ran into the bathroom before he could scoop you up.

you got a washcloth, and went to clean your face, but he stopped and did it for you, looking directly into your eyes as he did so, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. “my pretty girl.”

you giggled and pushed his face away from yours, knowing if he kept that act up you’d be fucking like animals for the remainder of the night. “stop that.”

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creedslove · 7 months

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i feel like marcus p would be the only girl dad that would dress up like a little princess, let his daughter put make up on him and sit in a tiny ass chair having a tea party

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: this is too good anon 🥺

• Marcus is a girl dad™ and there's no argument about it; we know he's a very gentle and lovely man who knows how to treat women like princesses even when they don't deserve it (Teresa, anyone?) so imagine how he would act towards his daughter

• I mean, from day one, that tiny little thing would have Marcus wrapped around her tiny little finger and he would be sold, not being able to ever say no to her

• he would be honestly the best dad in the world, his life goal would make her happy for the rest of his days because Marcus never thought it could be possible to love someone like he loves his daughter, and he is thankful to you for giving that happiness he thought he would never have it

• so let's start with the fact that he always gets extra emotional when he realizes how fast his baby daughter is growing, his newborn turned into a baby and that baby turned into a toddler so quick it made his heart ache

• so he vowed himself to do anything in his power to make her happy

• which means that whenever you three are home, all you can hear it is

"daddy can we play dolls?"

"daddy can we play princess?"

"daddy can we watch baby shark?"

• and all of it is followed by your daughter's expression

🥺

• which she took after her father by the way

• and obviously that Marcus will never say no to it

• so you will find your husband Agent Marcus Pike head of his own FBI department, squeezed into a tiny little chair during a tea party with your daughter and some stuffed animals

• or you will find him with glittery eyeshadow because your daughter was playing with makeup

• or you will find his nails painted in a sloppy way because she found your nail polish stash and now she thinks they are so fun

• or he would wear one of her tiny princess crowns because she is playing princess and her daddy has to be the king

• you watch them both amused, knowing that you couldn't have chosen a better man to become your husband and father of your children, Marcus Pike was godsent to you and you love and appreciate him every single day ❤️

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x y/n #dave york fanfiction #dave york fanfic #dave york headcanon #dave york headcanons

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megistusdiary · 2 months

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Hi vampire arle anon here. Seems kind of weird to just refer to myself as that. Like 🎭 anon, I'll also give myself an emoji. 🩸 (i thought it might fit given the vampire shtick)

Anyways. Ty 🎭 anon for filling in the blanks of my last ask, again, all my knowledge comes from the wiki. This is such an amazing idea and I'm glad I can help. And speaking of brainrot :)), here's some ideas:

Succubus arle? Succubus arle? Succubus arle? It's not a want, it's a need. If you know what a succubus is, I don't need to say any more, your imagination can go wild there.

Demon arle? Demon arle? Demon arle? What if you summon a demon in your time of need and the most breathtaking, handsome, jawdropping demon appears, saving you like a godsent angel. Once she's finished slaughtering everyone and is bathed in whoever dares to hurt you, she towers over your trembling form, still covered in blood, and she extends a hand. "The Knave at your service~"

(All the bonus points to this concept if its like the anime, Black Butler. In Black Butler, the main character forms a contrast with a demon in exchange for allowing the demon to eat his soul after the main character has accomplished his goal. The demon just becomes his butler afterwards and god. There is so many things I want to see Arle do in a tailcoat and a tie. Just the thought of Arle calling you 'master,' completely loyal, and doing anything at your bidding. Please 😮‍💨)

Probably out of character for arle, but gentleman thief arle and you're the detective??? And she just flirts with you and leaves you flowers at every scene (and drags you into an alleyway when you're chasing her and fucks you until you can't walk and then leaves with a goodbye kiss when you're literally twitching on concrete??)

I'm not obsessed. What are you talking about. Anyways, I thought since you always feed us so well you deserve some food for thought :DD

-🩸

literally anything she wants, i am hers.

she can feed off my soul, idc. fuck me so good i feel like i've died! eat well, ma'am 😁🙏

i love arle in a suit also. i am also in love with the idea of her having a scythe with blood elements. and her protecting us and literally handling all the danger...yum.

also the idea of her princess carrying her darling, being very chivalrous teehee.

i also need her to take that jacket off and show us that she's absolutely ripped. and then use those muscles to hold her darling up and fuck her in an alleyway! whew.

don't get me started on her claws, too. need them dug into my hips stat

also, welcome to the club, 🩸 anon!!! you are so sweet, thank you for the food ♡

#🩸─ 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯˚୨୧˚⋆#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#genshin smut #arlecchino smut #arlecchino x reader

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transingthoseformers · 9 months

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You've heard of "This could've been an email"

Now get ready for: "This should've been a meeting."

I give you:

(TFP) Shockwave comes onto the Nemesis and Megatron assumes this is when things start getting better for him. Lo and behold Soundwave instantly chooses to rekindle old adoration that turns into love due the spy learning new aspects of emotions from human culture

The two fuck off one night and the next day (a week after the omega lock is destroyed) Megatron realises he got a message from Soundwave:

||My mate is pregnant and I want to live my life. You have 30 cycles before the Nemesis and spacebridge slagging explode unless you crack sucker and the godsent patriot fix yourselves. You've both done nothing but destroy my life and I hope you both rust.||

Megatron is pissed and confused on when Soundwave started feeling this way and he offers peace with Optimus only because he wants to try and make amends with his old friend (and maybe he gets character development for once)

—💃🏾 anon

Oh that should indeed have been a meeting

Soundwave babygirl babygirl, that is one hell of a message. How damn far they pushed this mech, he's been done with their bullshit for so long and this was his opportunity to GTFO and live with his he/him big titty goth girl.

You know considering the zombie stuff and the nearly causing the earth apocalypse twice stuff aND THE GODDAMN EVIL SHIP— yeahhh I can see why he said fuck that. Soundwave's back is goddamn tires from carrying the faction

Any peace talks had after the Omega Lock stuff have to be so crunchy tbh

#💃🏾 anon #maccadam #transformers #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime #tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave #wavewave #TSBAM au

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soulariarym · 1 year

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Gf x dom anon again, that’s kinda long I’m just gonna call myself Fero anon cause I’ll definitely request more in the future. Anyways Hey! It’s time to share my fantasies to the world lol

I was thinking of something like this: you come home after a long day of work to your wife dead on the kitchen floor. Danny is there of course—he was waiting for you to come home. Originally he closes in to kill you too thinking he had the upper hand, but the way he talks so desperately about wanting this turns you on. He sees your arousal, and puts his knife away temporarily so that you can plow him on that kitchen counter. Whether he kills the reader in the end can be up to you, Idm. Also please include breeding in this (No mpreg) that shit is godsent. Also also, Danny wearing lace panties would also be appreciated. I hope this was enough detail!

A/N: Hello again Fero! Sorry I’ve taken so long to write this you must’ve been impatient and I do apologize. I did get Covid and still have it but for some reason I have motivation to write. Hope the wait was worth it :) I won’t necessarily add “breeding kink”in this as it makes me uncomfortable but I hope cumin in Danny will work

Danny Johnson // Dom Male Reader

Keys jingling could be heard in your ears, unlocking the door to your apartment.

You honestly just wanted to go to bed and get some rest from your long hours of work.

You were about to just head to your bedroom and collapse on the bed, assuming your wife would be waiting for you. You sigh as you walk in the bedroom realizing she was nowhere to be seen.

“Honey?” You called out, no answer. “Honey I’m home” still no response. You instinctively got worried, she’s always home when you arrive. Late night walk? No no she wouldn’t go out this late.

You put a hand on your chin as your thoughts clouded your mind, maybe she’s just taking a bath or grabbing some late night snacks? You should check either way.

You walked to the bathroom as you opened the door, noticing the light was off. Turning it on you didn’t see your wife, you figured so as the light was off.

Turning the light back off you walked back to the hallway, heading for the kitchen.

“Honey? Are you ok?-“

Your breath hitched in your chest as a feeling of pure adrenaline and fear filled your body.

There she was, your wife bleeding out on the floor unconscious and probably dead.

You froze not knowing what to do, your mind going blank

“Hi hun glad you could make it back… safely~”

You heard a voice as you looked to your side you noticed a man in a mask with a robe-like outfit. His voice wasn’t his real voice and you could tell by the voice changer he had in his tone.

“W-what do you want from me?! Get away from me you bastard!”

Danny sighed as he walked closer “isn’t it obvious? I want to kill you, I’ve been watching you, following you, stalking you, I need you so bad~ you’re absolutely perfect~ please please let me kill you, your blood would look so pretty on my knife. I can’t take it anymore, I need you”

The way this man talked to you had pure hot lust flooding your mind. What was wrong with you? Why was this turning you on?

Those thoughts quickly faded away as you slightly bit your lip, uniting your tie as you looked at him.

Danny giggled a little noticing your actions, he placed his knife behind him on the counter as he walked up to you.

You immediately felt yourself getting hard and the man began unbuckling your belt, looking up at you.

“I think we can have some…other types of fun for now… what do you say? Handsome?”

All Danny heard was a low groan come from you before you spoke, your lust moving your mouth for you.

“Bend over the counter right now”

Ghostface immediately listened, bending over as he rested his head in his arms.

“How naughty, came here to kill me now you wanna be fucked? That’s very naughty Ghostface”

Danny chuckled as he pressed his ass against your buldge and he wiggled around on it a bit.

“Cmon don’t act like you don’t wanna fuck me, my ass is so prepared for you, please please fuck me”

You chuckled as you undid your belt, one hand pulling your pants and boxers to your ankles while the other on Danny’s hip.

Once you pulled up his outfit you noticed what he was wearing.

“Well look at you, it’s almost like you were waiting for me” you said in a stern voice.

“Maybe…I was..like I said tonight would be the night you take me…and I take you~”

The way he said that last line had your heart pounding. From fear? Lust? Desire? You weren’t sure but the position you were in quickly fogged your thoughts of any hesitation.

You softly traced the designs and skin revealed through his lingerie, in almost a teasing manner.

All that could be heard was Danny cute sighs and breaths.

You gently uncovered his sensitive spot, wanting so bad to just rip his lace off but you didn’t wanna make him change his mind and kill you on the spot so you kept it soft.

You gently pushed a finger in him as you heard Danny’s moan almost immediately, not only that but the feeling of him being a little loose already.

He’s been touching himself.

“I ah~ sorry if I-I’m a little lose I c-can’t help but touch myself around you mm~”

All you could do is smile at him as you knew, you didn’t need to prep him at all. He’s been so needy for you he’s already ready.

With that you harshly held his head against the countertop as you shoved yourself inside him with no warning.

The moan that followed sent chills down your stomach… so High in pitch…Godamn he sounded like a bitch in heat.

“I ah, mm sorry I can’t help it shit~”

You grabbed his throat, squeezing it a bit but not too tight to suffocate him.

“Shut the hell up”

Danny listens immediately, legs already trembling as you manage to hit all his sensitive spots with no issue.

“I uh~ hah~ you feel so good please don’t stop, don’t ever stop~”

Never in your sex life have you ever heard someone so needy and desperate to be fucked. Not even your wife was this submissive to you.

However the sweets cries and moans he released only fueled you to keep going, tightening your grip on his waist as you fucked him faster and relentless.

Danny’s masked slipped of a little during the movement of getting fucked out, his mouth was revealed to you.

Danny didn’t seem to mind. But you? You felt the butterflies swarm in your stomach from the view.

His mouth was open, drooling and smiling, his sharp canines biting his bottom lip a few times.

You felt that feeling of wanting to cum swarm your groin and you lifted up his legs with your arms, releasing his neck.

“I~ gah~ I’m gonna cum so hard against your country mm~ you want me to hmm?~ I’m gonna coat this counter in my cum~”

Danny said, nails scratching at the marble counter, not doing any damage but he still tried anyway

You continued fucking him, as your dick shot out cum into him. Danny took in a deep breath as he felt you cum into him, the feeling making him cum as well.

You both were trying to catch your breaths as you let go of his legs, sitting on your couch as you continued to take deep breaths.

Danny chuckled, pulling his mask and robe back to how they originally were.

“Yknow~ I wouldn’t mind doing this again~” he said, walking over to you.

You grinned at him, smiling before looking at the kitchen again.

Danny sat on your lap, mask fixed as he stared at you.

You felt panic rush through your ribs and chest when you noticed the knife he had set on the counter was gone.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in panic, sure enough there he was, holding the knife in hand.

You couldn’t scream, not even a yelp came out before he waved goodbye, plunging the knife in your heart.

“I’ll make sure you’ll be in the newspaper for weeks~”

Your vision went black as a click of a camera could be heard.

#dead by daylight #x reader #x slasher #x you #danny johnson #dead by daylight fanfic #the ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson x reader #jed olson #dbd x male reader #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n

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borderlinereminders · 1 month

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I just discovered this blog and these posts are so detailed and so helpful, it honestly gives me so much hope. Thank you so much for everything you do, you are godsent <333

I'm so glad, anon. <3

#nice asks

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jabesa0 · 2 months

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hello!!! as someone super into y2k fashion and obey me mammon you are ur art are literally like godsent. i love it sm!!!! u should've been there in the studio when they were making mammon istg u would of made his canon design so much more cuntier!!! but well ur mammon interpretation is canon to me already LMAO anyways hope ur having a great day/night i love what ur doing!!! <3

Hiii!!! Thank youuu!!! If someone else who likes y2k fashion thinks my mammons and his outfits are good then I’m very happy!! TRUST ME if I was in the studio making mammon, I’d give him a TON of cute outfits, it would be so obvious who’s my favorite 😭😭

Also thank you!! I’m happy that my mammon interpretation is liked by a lot of people ^^ I simply draw him in the way that caters to all my tastes LOOL I end up drawing mammon so much that i sometimes forget what he looks like in game LOL

Anyways yeah!! I love mammon!! I hope you have a good night/day too anon!! Happy valentines!!!

#asks #mammon obey me #drawing mammon is everything to me!!#I love drawing him!!#if I was in the studio I’d get fired after like three day cause I’d only wanna draw mammon LOL #solmare: can you make like….a Lucifer card or something….?#me: uhm……I think I’ll see myself out…..

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andimoon · 8 months

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hello <33 can you do 22 and 28 with Baek please 🥺

Hello lovely Anon! Thank you for your request! 😁 I loved writing every second of this, and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: TW/ mentions of fat shaming, discrimination, mentions of Academic pressure. But Baekhyun is such a sweet boy. 💛💛 best friend!Baekhyun

Baekhyun x Plus Size Reader

Best friends to Lovers AU

Angst Fluff

22. “Do you know how much I love you?”

28. “I’ll go if you go.”

All your life you’ve been told what you needed to be. All your life you’ve been told what to do, and when and how to do it. It was mind numbingly terrifying to tell your family of your future plans. Not only did you not want to study law or health, like your parents wanted. You were offered an internship abroad, one that would provide you with connections and experience in something you truly loved. Fashion.

Its beauty came from the complete and utter humanity; all of us need clothing, yes, but what made it so interesting to you was how anyone can express themselves through it. Like an extension of someone, their race, their culture, their background, and absolutely anyone could wear anything and look good in it as long as it was one 100% authentic to them. Even someone like you, who was often bullied for your weight, found confidence in your attire and it meant the world to you. But your family didn’t understand your passion. To them fashion was a waste of time, energy, and money. Your love was a waste. You didn’t know how to tell them you were leaving in two weeks. You didn’t even know if you still wanted to leave if it meant losing everything you already had. So you kept putting it off. You kept acting like everything was fine and normal.

“Good morning, Cookie!” Your best friend called for you on your way to school one morning, he jogged up behind you, letting his arm dangle heavily from your shoulders.

“It’s because you’re sweet, like a cookie! Why? You don’t like it?” Baek’s reasoning for the nickname and the words always filled your mind when you heard it.

He smelled of soap and coffee, coffee made more sense as the heavy arm lifted and a drink was held before your eyes. It was so early and the exhaustion from hiding your secret had already rundown your day, but this. This godsent elixir was going to wash away all of the stresses of your morning. The excitement radiated off you in waves and you heard your best friend laugh as you gratefully took the drink.

“Thanks, Baekhyun, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my favorite person.” He offered you a small theatrical bow and it brought a laugh out of you. “So,” once you were walking again, “How’d it go?” You had promised him that you were going to tell your family today, but you hadn’t promised to do it this early. Baekhyun didn’t understand, he was the prize of his family, the perfect son. He was handsome, smart, and charismatic, and everyone loved him. The opposite of you. No matter what he chose to do, you knew everyone in his life would support him. He couldn’t understand the fear you held, by telling your family of this internship you risked your entire relationship. What if they disowned you? You could already imagine your mother screaming and crying, ‘how dare you choose clothes over your family? Do you not see how much we need you?’

“It didn’t.” You finally responded, taking a sip of that delicious iced drink he brought you. The sweet milk and caramel made you happy and you continued down the path to your college building. Baekhyun had been your friend for almost a decade now. You’d met at the end of primary school and graduated high school together, and the entire time he treated you like an equal. Not once had he made mention of your weight or mocked your dream. If anything, all he ever did was support you and care for you, and he came to you for the same which you gladly gave. He was your person, even if he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your safe place where you could be entirely authentic. He’d stopped walking but at some point he ran up to catch up to you.

This time Baekhyun was staring at you as you walked, almost running into other pedestrians due to his carelessness. “What do you mean it didn’t?” You shrugged it off, not wanting to get into this conversation so early, and he called your name as if you were being ridiculous. “This is serious, you can’t leave without telling them. You’ll regret it if you do.”

“Yeah well, I don’t even know if I’m gonna go or not. So there might not even be anything to tell. I don’t know yet.” This was your dream job, but it meant leaving your home, your family, your friends, Baekhyun, everything. Could you really leave everything behind for a dream that might not even work out? It was far too early to think about this again and your mood was turning sour because of it. He stayed quiet after that one. He knew of your circumstances but he could never understand.

“I’m still thinking about it. But the day hasn’t even ended yet. I might still talk to them today, I don’t know.”

“Okay.” You walked in silence after that and it was kind of awkward, if you were honest. It was so rare that your best friend didn’t have something to say. You suddenly felt bad for your outburst. Maybe you’d been too harsh. He was just looking out for you, you knew Baekhyun truly cared for you and just wanted the best for you. It was just too much for early-morning-you.

Classes continued as normal, as did your scheduled shifts between them. You’d been lucky enough to attend this college, it wasn’t anything special, but it did teach you the things you wanted to learn and gave you the connections you needed to get closer to your dream. Like this internship. They provided you with a job on campus which you were endlessly grateful for, and it was also what introduced you to your closest group of classmates, people who were kind to you and cared for you. You couldn’t just leave everything that easily and this decision had been rattling inside your brain for weeks, begging for something to hold onto, something that gave you indication on what to do.

Fashion was your love, your very reason for breathing. Fashion made you feel like you, and you knew you would regret not taking this internship. You would regret returning to your normal life, returning to everything you hated, from the corrupt beauty standards and how they made your life a living hell to how those around you belittled you for your weight even if you weren’t unhealthy. You hated how you were never seen as a human, only ever seen as your body or your future. With this, you could finally do something for yourself. But you ran the risk of losing everyone you loved.

Lunch finally came around and you heard Baekhyun’s familiar voice as he dropped his tray on the table and took a seat across from you, “I think you should go.” This again.

“It’s good to see you too. How’s your day been?” You hummed out sarcastically behind your spoon and shoved a bite into your mouth so you wouldn’t be forced to have this conversation right now.

The way he called your name, so gentle, begging for your attention, “I think you should go. This is your dream. You’re always so happy when you’re designing or making clothes, it’s what you’re meant to do. You should go.”

Do you let out a defeated sigh, it’s not that simple. “What about my family, Baek? They’re struggling, we barely have enough money to get by and if I leave, what are they gonna do?”

“That’s not up to you to solve,” he spoke softly, “I understand you’re worried about them, but there are adults here. If you’re really worried, you can always send them money from your paychecks, or find other ways to help them. That shouldn’t stop you from fulfilling your dream. I know your family is going to support you. They love you and want you to be happy.” he spoke so seriously, as if he knew what you were going to say. Had he been thinking about it just as much as you had?

“What about school? What about our friends? What about you? I can’t just leave you all behind.” There was silence now, but he didn’t look surprised by your words, instead the smallest smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned in a little closer.

“I’ll go if you go.”

His words echoed in your brain. Did you hear him correctly? “Baekhyun,” you started carefully, “I can’t ask you to do that. This internship is halfway across the world, what about your life here?” You watched the way he leaned back, the way his eyes lazily traveled around the university cafeteria. You watched as he let his shoulders shake with the smallest shrug.

“My life here means nothing if you’re not here.” Your chest felt heavy, pressure and pain. He would give everything up for you, but you could not let him do that. Baekhyun was the prize of your town. He came from a wealthy family and had his future planned out for him. A future he used to talk about so fondly when you were younger. He was genuinely excited to inherit his father’s company, and he was willing to give that up so that you could go without regrets. You shouldn’t go.

Brown eyes caught your gaze and he willed you to understand what he meant, he wanted you to stay, but he kept saying the opposite. What was there to understand? “I,” his voice rang out through the soundless table, “I want to go with you, Cookie. I want to be a part of your future. I want to see what an incredible designer you’re going to be. And who knows? Maybe I’ll get famous one day modeling your clothes. So...” He inhaled a calming breath, willing you to do the same, “If you go, I’ll go.”

Somehow, that was enough to end the turmoil inside you, the sign you needed to make your decision. Here was your person telling you to fulfill your dream, telling you he wanted to be part of it, telling you he wanted to go with you. As much as your brain wanted to refute it, his words were crystal clear, and it brought happiness somewhere inside you. As long as you were together, you knew you could face anything. “Okay.” You sighed out once the fog in your brain cleared enough, “then we should go.” The smile that radiated from his lips, left your body feeling warm, and tingly, and happy. For the first time, you felt relieved that you could make this decision and it could be okay.

You sat your family down that evening and you told them about your internship. “They call it an internship, but I will be getting paid for my work there. They’re able to teach me so much and it’s one of the biggest fashion companies in all of Europe. Within a couple of months, who knows how far I can make it.” You had printed out little pamphlets for them; the building you’d be at, the team you’d be with, the work they had already done, and how you could add to that. A collection of your own work so that your family could see that this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. “I leave in two weeks. And Baekhyun has decided to come with me so I won’t be alone. I’ll call you every day, I’ll send you money from my paychecks, and I’m gonna work really really hard. Please understand.”

You left no room for argument but you hadn’t anticipated the utter stillness that filled your home after your presentation. You swear you could’ve heard a pin drop in the other room. Until, “This is what you really want to do?” Your mother’s voice was just above a whisper and you couldn’t tell if she was upset, but you needed her to know that this was something that you genuinely wanted more than anything in the world. You needed to prove that your passion warranted such a drastic move. This was life changing and you wanted it.

“It really is.”

“Then,” a heavy sigh, “Then we’ll support you. But don’t forget your promises. You still better call every day and work as hard as you can.” Your mother spoke for everyone but you saw the nods of agreement from your siblings and father, “If you’re going to do this. You better do it right.” By far not the reaction you had anticipated, but it was welcome. After weeks of stressing and overthinking, it felt like that dark cloud over your head disappeared. The relief that washed through was felt in your bones and your muscles physically relaxed.

“Thank you so much.”

Two weeks passed so quickly, but it was nice that your family took some time off to be with you. Your siblings helped you pack and you played games as a family for the first time in years. You went out with your classmates nearly every chance you got; shopping and drinking and just enjoying being together. It felt like your distance would be indefinite and no one wanted to miss out on the last few days you would be there in person. You felt loved. And you would miss them so much. Even at the airport with your best friend at your side, you recalled the tears that were shed and how lucky you were to have friends and family that loved you so much, you were able to leave without regrets now.

“Are you excited, Cookie?” Baekhyun’s voice stood out amongst the busy airport chaos. He looked happy and excited, not once had he been able to sit still the entire ride there and now he walked with an extra pip in his step, “This is my first time on a plane. It’s like we’re going on a new adventure, who knows what’ll come? I’m excited. Are you excited?” The smile was evident in his tone and your chest swelled, he was right, this was exciting. A whole new world at your fingertips and you were glad you weren’t facing it alone. It was like a bolt of electricity ran down your spine, suddenly you reached for his hand and ran down the terminal towards the gate with the need to move. His laugh was glorious and the world around you faded.

The office was busy, bodies at work in a glorious studied dance. Weaving between each other, fabric and colors flying everywhere, everything shined and glowed, and it was beautiful. It was your first day of work. Finally, finally, you got your dream job. For so long you’d been admiring the work of designers, falling in love with the creativity of it all. The power to create any look you wanted, at your fingertips. Walking in tune with the office harmony set in place, making your way to your new workplace.

You didn’t know what you expected from the lead designer, but this wasn’t it. A tall lanky man with a stern look in those maroon eyes, from some angles they looked red and scared you. His white hair was slicked back save for a few locks rebelliously brushing his cold expressionless face. You’d been taught not to judge people by their appearances, but the more you worked with the man the more villainous he was. He was abrupt and harsh, he saw clothing like statues; meant to look a certain way in order to fuel that horrendous beauty ideal. He hardly spared you a glance, and after working at his side for three months, he still didn’t know your name. Oftentimes he would just call you ‘fatty’ or ‘piggy’ or some other disgusting derogatory term and if it weren’t for the near promise of a better opportunity, you would’ve quit the first week.

If you knew that this dream job would end up as a nightmare you never would’ve come. But you had learned a lot of techniques by watching the lead designer work, you’d even gotten attention for projects you helped on. Not from the lead designer, of course, but from other higher ups. Some even said that if you honed your skills a little more you’d be able to make it bigger than you could ever imagine. So you stayed.

Most days you came home defeated and exhausted, greeted by your best friend turned roommate. Just being with him made everything worth it. At some point you’d come to realize your feelings for the man. For so long it just felt like he was yours, neither of you really showed interest in others, but with this new world and new people, and the beauty all around you, you were starting to wonder if you were worth his affections. He was so perfect in your eyes, there was no way he didn’t have people falling at his feet. You wondered if Baekhyun ever thought of you the same way you thought of him but you quickly dismissed the feeling. Of course he hadn’t. You both knew he was out of your league, and you… you felt like nothing. You’d dragged him all the way across the world and all you had to show for your efforts was exhaustion and depression. Maybe the lead designer had been right when he said you wouldn’t amount to anything.

Today Baekhyun greeted your tired form with take out dinner from your favorite restaurant and instantly your day felt a little bit better. “Voldamort still got a stick up his ass?”

You snorted out a small laugh, taking a seat next to him on the living room floor. Just the sound of his voice had a way of easily calming every storm raging inside you and you let out a dramatic sigh with the drop of your head against the coffee table. Maybe if you hit your head hard enough you could be reminded as to why you thought this internship was a good idea in the first place. “Like always.”

Warmth of the back of your head and the slow pats down your hair, you leaned your cheek on the wood to get a better look. He sat next to you with a small content smile on his lips, “You did well today.” He looked tired.

You knew that he would get a job right away with his perfect proportions and his gorgeous features, and you remember how excited he was when he came home one day, “Guess who just got a job?” he was posing and flexing dramatically and that silly grin plastered on his lips, “A photographer saw me on the street and just had to have me on their set. Their words, not mine.” He had been beaming for weeks, this was a huge leap in his modeling career and he was even starting to gain some traction on his social media. You were so proud of him, this was the happiest you’d ever seen him, but you knew that he wasn’t eating well, he was working so hard he hardly slept. You just worried about him.

“Are you eating with me today?”

He hesitated for a moment before that smile of his was back, he nodded and you were content to be able to share a meal with him again. Greasy food was always best at the end of the day, especially paired with a fizzy drink. It was somewhat a tradition for you two. After exams, greasy food. After graduation, greasy food. After a hard day, greasy food.

Happily munching away at the fried chicken, your eyes traveled to your best friend. He was taking twice as long to eat and was eating less than he usually did. Baekhyun never made any mentions of your weight, he never made any mentions of his either, but ever since he started modeling you’ve felt hyper aware of your size difference. He ate so much less, and you noticed how he would react to certain food you requested to eat. He never said anything but your mind filled in the gaps. He was embarrassed of gaining weight because gaining weight was ugly. Being fat was ugly.

Suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore and excused yourself, ignoring the worried look that followed you until you closed the door and leaned against the wood. A few muffled footsteps and a gentle knock against your back, “Cookie?” The name felt bitter in your mouth for just a moment, “Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine.” Your voice stayed level and you were thankful that none of your ache was in your tone.

“Don’t lie to me. Please, let’s talk. What’s wrong?” What were you supposed to say to him? You thought his lack of eating was fatphobic? It was an insane assumption and you knew it. It was your own insecurities being projected, you knew that, but it hurt all the same. “Please?” You always gave into his sweetness, you always faltered when he wanted to talk, and you always ended up feeling better afterwards. Yet it still gave you trouble and you needed to psych yourself up enough to open the door.

There he stood in that cozy gray sweatshirt, he was practically drowning in it and you forced your eyes to meet his. How were you supposed to have this conversation with him without accusing him of anything? Because he had truly done nothing wrong. Then why did you feel so upset? He could do whatever he wanted to do with his own body, it wasn’t his diet or the extensive workout routines that had you on edge.

It was the lingering gazes at the models wearing your work. It was the limit of the food he would often buy for the house, the addition of fruits and vegetables, the invitations to the gym or for a walk, or things like that. “What’s wrong?” He asked again, and you brushed your ticklish hair back, pinning it under your hands at the base of your neck and you sighed. You knew he was looking out for you, Baekhyun had always nagged you to take better care of yourself even back at your hometown but you felt different now. You felt unworthy and you were certain that he saw you the same way.

“It’s nothing, I understand. You’re a model and you want to look a certain way, of course you have to put in work to look how you want to look,” You were speaking so fast, you didn’t even give yourself time to think before it came out. “But you look grossed out by just the idea of getting fat, Baek. Do you think being fat is gross?” You’d done it. You’d accused him and it felt wrong the moment you did it, but that was exactly how you felt, you couldn’t take it back now that it was out.

Not a sound, not a breath, nothing. You saw the emotions flashing behind his eyes, confusion, anger, sadness, and the longer you stared, the worse you felt. You wanted to apologize but a part of you needed to know. “Do you think I’m gross?” His eyebrows knit and he instantly shook his head, in disbelief that you would even suggest such a thing.

“No.” The first word to leave his lips came out firm and steady, “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I love you.” You hadn’t meant to say it outloud, and you gasped in anything else your body wanted to force out. You both stood speechless for what felt like eternity. You had to say something, “I’m scared that you don’t feel the same. I’m scared that my body is repulsive to you.” The words kept coming out but you could no longer look at his face, there was too much happening in his gaze and you were overwhelmed and confused. “I dragged you all the way here and I have nothing to show for it. You're doing so well for yourself, I just… I don’t want to be left behind.”

Suddenly he was taking steps until he was standing right in front of you, warm palms cupping and lifting your jaw to meet his gaze. “I’m not repulsed by you or by the idea of being fat.” he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and his eyes looked around frantically for just a millisecond before they returned to yours, “I want my body to look a certain way, yes. But that’s because it's what I want and nothing else. I am so sorry, I didn’t realize how my actions could have hurt you.” he searched your gaze for so long and you couldn’t look away. “I’m sorry. You’re everything to me, and I want you to know you're safe with me, Cookie.”

You felt silly, you were embarrassed by your assumptions and all you wanted to do was run and hide from this man who held you. His eyes followed yours as they darted away, “Do you know how much I love you?”

Baekhyun’s voice was gentle as a feather and that look in his eyes, you couldn’t quite place it but it made you happy somewhere deep in your heart. “I love every bit of you. I love your hair and how every curl makes it look and feel like clouds,” as if to showcase you felt his fingertips cascading down the side of your cheek before gently lifting a lock of your hair to his lips.

“I love your eyes and how honest they are, how beautifully mesmerizing they are,” his voice dropped with his eyes, “I love your lips. I love how soft and kissable they look, and I love every sound that comes out of them. I love how soft your skin always is.” His hands traveled up your arms and down your back slowly with a small step closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin and all of your thoughts fell away, “I love your curves and how beautiful every part of your body is. I love how perfectly you melt under my touch, it feels like your body was made for me. You have no idea how much I think about you, Cookie.” His laugh was quiet but you felt it in your chest.

Your heart felt full and you couldn’t help the way you wrapped yourself around him under his arms as he pulled you closer. He was speaking fast and animated and with every word you held your breath. “And you’re also, like, this whole other universe. You see the world so differently and it’s breathtaking the way you find beauty in everything and everyone. I love the way you think, and the way you speak. I love your brain, and your heart, and your life. I love you.” He let out a breath, “so fucking much.”

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