#stare out the window basking in the suns warmth

[hauntedvintagelight]

Man jambound ended, it feels so odd, something I looked forward to reading every few days has concluded. I'm happy it's not fully the end and jamma still has plans for pv and shmilk.

That whole chapter tho, reading it I could tell this was the last chapter, the bittersweet slowly became sweeter. Smilk getting his own house, lady milk crown cookie still pissed off at him, I'm gonna miss lady milk crown cookie. I'm so happy to see shmilk accepted by everyone and how warm he feels not being bound to a purpose, revenge but simply allowed to live the rest of eternity peace.

Shmilk considering kids was a shock lol. Man writing this out I miss jambound even more. Will definitely enjoy rereading it, I'll even try drawing out scenes that I like.

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[lymmsweb]

Giving you all my love

🕷pairing : bucky barnes x gn!reader

🕷word count : 1.9k

🕷tags : fluff, comfort, makeout, non sexual intimacy, showering together, pre established relationship

🕷summary : he comes home after a mission away from you that took longer than expected and seeks your comfort, which you are more than happy to give

It was far from unusual that you spent another afternoon in solitude cooking a meal that only you would eat, nonetheless it didn't provide comfort to the worry lingering in the back of your mind. It had been around 2 weeks since you've seen Bucky, a simple infiltration mission he said, it'd only take a couple days he said, it's a low risk operation he said yet here you were alone and hunched over the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot.

You knew he was probably alright, after all he is a highly trained super soldier who wouldn't go down easily without fight and had saved the world on numerous occasions. Communication had been lost between you and him 4 days ago that felt like light years away, it was like your own personal hell. The house felt empty without him, lacking the warmth that you yearned to bask in in those restless nights without his updates. Horrifying thoughts about possible scenarios he might have caught himself up in danced around your head as you moved robotically around the kitchen, there was nothing though that you could do except wait until his return.

You sat down at the dining table pecking away at the food in front of you, the chair felt like a stone slab underneath you and the program playing on the television sounded like white noise to you. Turning your head to face the window you saw clearly the trees that surrounded your house, swaying softly in the wind as the sun slowly set behind them. A little black bird landed on a branch, staying still as its feathers ruffled and seemingly stared back at you. A soft smile tugged at your lips at the thought of it staring at its reflection in the window as if it were checking itself out in a mirror.

"Started without me?" a quiet voice teased as it broke your concentration, you had no time to think before your body involuntarily jolted from the rough and shaky hands wrapping themselves around your shoulders and pulling you close into an embrace. It scared you momentarily as you hadn't heard the door open nor his footsteps but that is what you've learned to accept when dating a highly skilled assassin. The smell of sweat and musk hit your nose as you felt a warm toned body press itself onto your back and the arms around your shoulders tightened, a shaky exhale escaped your lips as you turned to look at your assailant.

Your gaze met his, his pupils so dilated there was only a small blue ring encapsulating them. The bags under his eyes were noticeable, the stress tugging at his face causing small and delicate creases to indent his skin which contrasted the scratches that littered it as if he got into a fight with a cat. You had little time to memorize his face as he slumped onto you and dropped his head onto your shoulder, his dark hair tickling your neck and jaw.

"Bucky?" you choked out as you quickly pushed up against him as you stood up, his heavy frame offering some resistance to this action. The contact was broken momentarily which elicited a soft whine from him, he quickly closed the distance - unceremoniously crashing his lips against yours. He has missed your lips slightly which caused quiet snickers to erupt both of you as he glided his cracked lips against yours. He tilted his head and pushed into you harshly when you opened your mouth slightly to give him better access to you, ravenously exploring your mouth as if it had never been ventured on before. He tasted slightly metallic against your tounge which was weakly fighting back a losing battle against his passionate assault. Bucky's metal arm snaked around your torso and rested his hand on the back of you head and his fingers latched onto your hair as if it were his lifeline, the other arm wrapping itself around you waist and pulling your bodies flush together. In contrast your hands cradled his jaw and rubbed small circles on his cheekbone with your thumb, allowing him to take the lead.

This moment seemed to have lasted forever as it finally took a few minutes to come back to the surface for air, the room seemed to be on fire from the heat emitted between you two. A few inches separated your now swollen lips, his breath smelling vaguely like a strawberry mint whilst he panted for air.

"I missed you so much doll." he hummed quietly against your lips, trying to initiate things further as he peppered more kisses on you. You beamed him a smile as you tilted your head away, increasing the distance between your faces which caused him to reflect back a puzzled look with a slight frown.

"I missed you too baby, what on earth took you so long?" you questioned, the worry hadn't dissipated from your mind as the more you studied his face the evidence of pain inflicted became apparent in the form of bloomed bruises littering his face alongside angry red scratches that clearly became irritated as a result of the intimacy you both indulged in. A low groan replied as he scrunched his face in frustration at the thought of the situation that kept him from you.

"It ended up... we had complications that we..." he trailed off, slowly losing himself in thought. Patience was the key factor the relationship between you two had been as successful as it has been, you didn't pressure him to explain as truth be told all that mattered was that he was back in your arms. Bucky usually came back from missions close to exhausted, not physically but more mentally thanks to the serum running through his veins. Going on missions was all that he knew for the last couple decades which you could only imagine the impact that such a thing would have on someone.

"How about we get you clean? I bet you haven't showered in a while you sick freak." you teased as your hands slid down his toned arms and pried his hands off your body. He rolled his eyes at the faux insult though he became painfully aware of his current physical state. "Only if you join me" he shot back with a fatigued tone, intertwining his hand with yours as you began to lead him to the shared bathroom. He had no concept of personal space as he was almost so close to you he was basically draped on top of you, not that you minded though you could hear him hitting the corners of furniture behind you which would make a normal person wince.

The bathroom was relatively spacious though standard, Bucky didn't have many facial nor body products so your products ended up taking up a lot of the space. When you two had first moved in together you remember the heart attack he almost induced when he revealed he used a 3 in 1 shampoo that also worked as a face wash, needless to say you heavily improved the quality of his self care. A comfortable silence rested between you two. Bucky let go of you hand begrudgingly as he began to undo his tactical gear meanwhile you leaned over to the shower and turned it on, allowing for the water to heat up whilst you two stripped.

"Come here," you motioned him to close the gap which he happily complied to, he had taken off his slim bullet proof vest and his boots already which made you job easier "can i take these off?" you questioned as you softly poked at his top.

"Jesus aren't you forward." he mused as he gazed at your face, squinting slightly "not a lot of guys like that."

You scoffed at the comment and began to pry the shirt off of him which was basically muscle memory by now, it clung onto him slightly due to a thin layer of sweat on him. The shirt was quickly discarded to a corner of the bathroom haphazardly. His torso looked like a warzone, it seemed like there were more blotches of purple and green rather than untainted skin. Absentmindedly you began to trace healed scars that were inflicted upon him whilst he was the Winter Soldier, carefully feathering over the bruises. He noted the concern and sadness contorting your face and raised his hand to caress your cheek, shame washing over him when your glassy eyes looked right back at him. Your eyes then flickered to the huge and jagged scar that rested on the skin where the junction of metal and flesh met, it kind of looked like lightning you noted mentally. He hummed when your lips places small kisses along that scar, you never once judged him for what he underwent despite his constant struggle with accepting who he had been. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, successfully unbuckling it after what you deemed to be an embarrassing amount of time. Prying off his jeans his legs seemed to be in a much better condition than his torso, rather having very small bruises peppered along it.

"You too doll, i did say you were going to join me." he blushed, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks whilst you separated from him and began to discarded your clothes swiftly. He took in your figure as each layer was stripped off like an artist studying his muse, yet there was not an ounce of lust clouding his eyes - just pure love. Quite frankly he could probably paint you off by heart due to the amount of time he spent studying every curve and crevice of your body. Once you stripped the cold air rushing in from the window was noticeable and uncomfortable, you reached into the shower and sighed as the warm water hit your hand. You hopped in lightly, quickly followed by Bucky that had stripped down to nothing as well. He moaned as the water hit is back, it felt heavenly to his overworked muscles and to finally get the grime off of him.

You got to work quickly, maneuvering him around the shower that was a little too small for the both of you and used his brand new scented shampoo on his hair. He tilted his head in order to not only lean into the physical contact he'd been craving but also to allow you better access for you fingers to work away the blood and oil stuck to his hair. The shampoo foamed up comically giving him a makeshift helmet before you rinsed it away. You gently rubbed the body wash on him, whispering soft apologies each time he tensed underneath your touch, which were quickly shut down by him. However you took the opportunity to also massage his stiff muscles where you could to bring him any sort of relief. Time seemed to pass by as you worked your way down his body and soon turned him around to face you, working away similarly along his front. Bucky sort of looked like a horse sleeping, his arms laying limply on his side, he stood still like a soldier, blinking groggily and even 'resting his eyes' for long minutes at a time. It left you pondering how amusing it was to have the once most feared and deadly myth completely vulnerable underneath your touch as you took care of him.

A/N : this is my very first work after a two year haitus so i'm sorry if its kinda bad!! ugh my obsession with him has been driving me so crazy that i just had to start writing again

[moonchild9350]

Fair

summary: you and felix will be together no matter where you are in the cosmos

pairing: angel felix x gn!reader

genre: fantasy au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

word count:1.9k

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, use of powers?, they’re it love. that’s it (rare I know)

notes: the conclusion to my angel lixie fixation. A stand alone but once more if you want to read the others I’ve written, they’re linked below!

do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

If you enjoyed, please comment, reblog, & like :)

divider by @strangergraphics

Your Sweet Angel | Chosen One

You awoke to bright light streaming into the room, the warm rays settling on the bed. You felt like you were floating, the blankets so soft and fluffy, enveloping you like a cloud.

You sat up and stretched, the pull on your muscles nice after lying still all night. As you sat there waking up, you heard a gentle melody drifting through the air and surrounding the small room. It was so ethereal that you felt your heart soar at the song filled with love.

You walked over to the window and gazed out to see the garden, filled with luscious greenery and beautiful flowers that were blooming as springtime has finally come. Looking around you found the source of the beautiful song, your lover who was kneeling down and inspecting the tulips.

He looked so beautiful and peaceful, surrounded by nature, his wings drifting gently in the wind. He was dressed in white silken robes, customary for angels to wear in the cosmos.

Felix is your angel, your savior, your light in the darkness. He came to you years ago and opened your heart to love, planting a seed that laid dormant for years before beginning to bloom upon his return. You returned to his home with him, wanting to spend eternity with your true love, your angel.

Smiling, you padded through the door and down the hall until you stepped outside, the warmth of the sun warming your skin. As you approached Felix, he turned to smile at you as he stood up.

“Hi my love. How did you sleep?” Felix asked as he pulled you into his embrace, his wings wrapping around your body like a blanket.

You snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent, so soft yet strong and so him.

“Like a baby,” you sighed.

Felix hummed and continued to hold you close and rest his head on top of yours. He’s happy that you’re here with him after so many years of watching you struggle. Your happiness is his priority, has always been and if he had to break the rules of the cosmos to achieve that he will.

“Let’s take a walk,” he said as he pulled back just to grab your hand, his wings tucking into his side.

You both strolled around the garden, basking in the warm sun and listening to the birds chirping happily. You felt like the sparrows and chickadees flying around, singing their song, happy and free. Felix is your happiness, your ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

He paused for a moment and plucked a flower, tucking the stem behind your ear, smiling as admired the beauty of both you and the flower. Gently, he brushed his fingers down your cheek, watching the flesh turn pink and warm under his touch.

As you stared at Felix, you couldn’t help but admire his freckles, numerous as the stars at night or his beautiful blond hair, framing his face perfectly. You reached for his hand again and pulled him along, wanting to continue on your walk.

“What song were you humming earlier?” You inquired, peering at his face with curiosity.

“A song that we angels have sung for centuries. It brings forth prosperity and happiness to all who are around to hear it.”

You considered his words and their meaning. It was truly a beautiful song and sounded even better with Felix singing it.

“Can you sing it for me?” You asked hopefully.

Felix smiled and opened his mouth and began to sing. His voice rang out over the garden, the melody soft and sweet, and lingering in the air, promising hope and joy. You listened intently, your body feeling light as his song landed on your skin, soaking into the deepest part of you.

You became intoxicated with his voice, warmth spreading through you settling in your core, a feeling only Felix can pull out of you. Little trickles of your arousal dripped into your panties, the cloth becoming wet and sticking to your skin.

Felix sang, projecting his voice so it echoed across the garden, the birds and insects quieting to listen to his words. He could feel the effect he had on you, smell your arousal as your body and mind succumbed to him. He felt his cock fill out within his trousers, the need to be inside you on the forefront of his mind.

The sun moved across the sky, making way for the moon who was peeking out, signaling the close of yet another day. The air became chilly, the wind wrapping around your skin icily, the little hairs sticking up on your skin. Felix noticed, his heart aching as he took in your mortal body and the effects from the cold.

He ceased singing and pulled you gently back in the direction of his home.

“Time to go back love, you’re shivering.”

You simply nodded and followed him, his pace a little faster as he was eager to get you back in the warmth of his home. You encountered no creatures on your way back, as they have retired for the night, preparing for a good nights rest. However, it is the opposite for you two, your hearts beating faster, calling out to each other as your need for each other grows stronger with each step closer to home.

Once you both are back, Felix guides you quickly into the hall, pulling you down toward the bedroom you both shared. He gently grasped your hand tighter in his as he stood in front of you.

His brown eyes gazed at your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide eyes twinkling in the dim lighting in the room. You looked ethereal, like an angel yourself in your white gown, the fabric clinging to your curves, and letting him see every part of you that he loves.

Your breath catches as he leans down to capture your lips with his, a kiss that’s soft just as it is sweet. You try to deepen the kiss, but Felix doesn’t allow it, instead he continues to pepper you with his soft lips, kissing you like the delicate feather that you are.

Minutes pass and you feel yourself getting hotter, your chest heaving with each breath, little flutters rippling in your belly and traveling to your core. You whimper as Felix steps away a smirk plastered on his face.

His hands reach out to brush the straps of your gown down your arms, the fabric sliding off easily with little effort until it pools on the floor, your body on display for your lover. Felix smiles and his clothes disappear, your eyes roaming his toned chest until it lands on his cock, hard and leaking all for you.

He sits down on the bed, turning you to face him as he stares at your body, taking you in. His eyes drift to your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the cold air and arousal, a beautiful dusky shade against your skin. They continue their journey down your body, taking in the soft flesh of your belly down, down until he arrives at the little mound of hair he loves so much to your dripping pussy, your folds glistening with your arousal as you stand there before him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he reaches out to you and pulls you down to straddle him.

You settle over him, his cock between your folds. You don’t move, don’t breathe as you run your hands down his chest, the tips of your fingers brushing against his nipples that causes him to groan and his hips to buck into you.

“Take me love, please,” Felix breathes as he gazes at you with hooded eyes.

You swallowed thickly, your hands reaching for his length and lifting your hips up, you slowly sank down, moaning as you take him to the hilt. Felix’s hands grasp your hips and guides your movements, the feel of your walls snug around him driving him insane.

His eyes travel again, watching your breasts bounce with each movement, to your pussy taking him over and over, your slick coating him and sticking to his skin as you bounce up and down.

He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again, not wanting to miss your reactions as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Ah, Felix…hmm,” you moan as you savor the stretch, how full you feel as you grind against him.

Pleasure spreads throughout your body, nice and warm and tingly, so much so you can barely stay quiet, as you whimper and pant Felix’s name. It’s not enough however, it’s never enough when you fuck him, your mind and body wanting to become one with your lover, so close that you’re a part of his soul.

It’s like Felix can read your mind, your desperation for him as he flips you over onto your back easily before burying himself within you once more. He pushes your legs to your chest so your legs dangle over his shoulders and rocks his hips into yours, shuddering at the feel of you, at how wet you are swallowing him whole.

“My love, my sweet love,” he cooes, grinning as you let out a yelp at how deep he his within you.

“Gonna come,” you sigh as you feel the pressure building in your core, the feeling you only get with Felix as he takes you to ecstasy.

You let go in a flurry of groans, your pussy spasming around his cock, holding him in as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Felix chuckles before pulling out just to slam back in, his high not far behind.

He’s a mess, his hips snapping into yours hard and fast, spurred on by your cries as you claw your hands down his back, fingering his feathers which cause shivers to run through him.

At a particular whine of his name, he lets go, his cum coating your walls. Felix groans as he stills against you, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He’s looks down at you, your hair spread out beautifully on the bed, your face and body coated with a sheen of sweat.

Your eyes are dilated, filled with love as you grasp his arms, your pussy clenching around his ever softening cock. As Felix withdraws, you whimper as a flood of his cum leaks out and onto the sheets below.

It doesn’t take long for Felix to clean you up and the bed as well and before you know it, you’re within his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his besting heart.

“Do you want to go back to the mortal world love,” he asks hesitantly.

He knows he took you away from everything you know and love, what little there was. But he can’t help but be selfish in this moment, hoping you wish to stay with him.

You love this man…or angel. You realized this after the first time you met him. He’s been there for you throughout the years, watching over you and guiding you.

You love Felix.

You would love nothing more than to remain with him, live by his side.

“No, I want to stay with you,” you reply softly, smiling as he squeezes you in acknowledgment.

You are his, just like he is yours. Two hearts bound together through duty and fate. And together you’ll remain in the cosmos, as one.

Human and angel.

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[lnfours]

all mine | l.n

summary: friends with benefits situations are all fun and games until someone starts catching feelings.

warnings: language, sexual themes, fluff, kinda fwb!au, college student!reader, idk this kinda sucks

masterlist | listen

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the two of you had been up for an hour or so, way before the sun had started to rise and shine in through the windows of his bedroom. the same sun that lit up the boy in front of you so perfectly that he almost looked angelic. the way his eyes shone in the lighting, the mix of blue and green suddenly entrancing you as he hovered over you.

your hands came up to run through his messy curls. you smiled softly at the fact that the soft tangles were your doing, beings your hands were just buried in his hair a few moments prior. then, your mind wandered and thought how you could live the rest of your life contently if it meant you would be waking up next to him every morning.

he moved his head to the crook of your neck, placing kisses along the skin as you tilted your head to give him more access to the area. yeah, you could get used to this every morning.

you knew he’d never think the same way, especially when you were the one who made it very clear that it was a no strings attached situation. he’d never feel the same way because even you weren’t supposed to feel this way.

however, as he moved to rest his chin on your chest so he could look up at you, it was all you could think about. and he could tell the gears in your head were turning when your smiled softly faded, eyes still locked on his.

he cocked his head to the side, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked over your facial features, “you okay?”

you blinked, nodding and smiling softly, shaking your head in efforts to get the thoughts to dissipate, “hmm? yeah, sorry, just kind of zoned out for a second.”

he knew you better than that, shifting as he moved to lay next to you, head resting on his palm, “i know that look, you’ve got something on your mind. sure you don’t want to talk?”

it wasn’t fair. he was so kind, gentle, caring, all of it. and you couldn’t even call him yours.

you nodded, “yeah. thanks, though.”

he hummed, reaching over and grabbing his phone from the nightstand. you held a mental debate with yourself on if you should stay and bask in the warmth and comfort of not only the boy next to you, but the way too comfortable bed you were laying in.

“wanna make breakfast, or go get something or whatever?”

mind made up: go before you slowly start entering the hole you were slowly but surely digging for yourself.

you threw the comfort off your body, wincing slightly at the cold air around you. god, this is so hard. it shouldn’t be this hard.

“‘m gonna go, actually,” you said, grabbing your clothes from last night off the floor, shoving some things back in the overnight bag you happily packed after classes yesterday, “‘ve got some homework.”

he tried to mask his frown, knowing he shouldn’t be upset about the fact that you didn’t want to stay. you probably shouldn’t anyway, but he really wanted you to.

there was nothing lando loved more in the world than you and your company. was it worth breaking the agreement? worth losing a friend and someone he could talk to? maybe, maybe not. he knew what he wanted, and it was you. however, he couldn’t quite put a finger on what you wanted.

he had even wondered if he was the one you’d think about at night when you couldn’t sleep, staring up at the ceiling. because you were the one he’d always manage to think about. it was always you.

you were slipping on your shoes when he came back to reality, “i’ll drive you home.”

you nodded, watching as he got up from the bed and grabbed the hoodie that sat on the floor. the same one he wore last night, the one you were desperately pulling him closer by after a few episodes of the show the two of you had started last week.

he tugged on a pair of sneakers, grabbing his phone and wallet before leading you through his house. you trailed behind him, really not wanting to go back to the house you shared with your roommates, but you had to. if you stayed here any longer, every single line you both had made clear a few months prior would be crossed. a friendship would be jeopardized.

simply, the thought of ruining everything wasn’t worth it. was it?

he grabbed the keys to the mclaren sitting in his driveway, “do you have everything?”

you patted the pocket on your hoodie, feeling your phone and taking a glimpse inside your bag, “looks like it.”

he nodded as the two of you walked out of the house. he opened the door for you, just like always did, closing it behind you. he climbed in on the drivers side, starting the engine.

“you sure you’re not hungry or anything? don’t want a coffee or a tea?”

you looked over at the boy next to you, smiling softly and shaking your head, “‘m okay, thanks though.”

he nodded, pulling out of the driveway and handing you his phone to play music. you started playing the playlist you had made on his spotify account, a mixture of both of your favorite songs.

however, the music you were playing wasn’t even being paid attention to as you both were in deep thought the whole drive. both thinking about the other and how you both desperately wished things could be different. how you were both feeling the same way towards each other, just the other was too scared to admit it first.

he pulled up in front of the house, a soft sigh leaving your lips. partially out of relief because you were home and you could work on the work you’d been stressing about all week, but partially out of disappointment.

“want me to walk you up?”

you grabbed your bag, shaking your head, “no, ‘s okay,” you smiled softly, “thanks for, erm…”

you trailed off when your eyes met his. he laughed, noticing the slight blush rising to your cheeks, “don’t have to thank me.”

you nodded, “right, sorry.”

“don’t have to apologize either,” he smiled, “i’ll uhm… see you later?”

you nodded, desperately wanting to lean over and kiss his cheek, like you normally would’ve. but you knew if you did, you would eventually start kissing his lips and you’d never stop.

“yeah, i’ll see you later.”

you opened the door, climbing out and shutting the door before walking up to the house. he watched you make your way up to the door, fishing for your keys in the mess of the bag. you put the key in and turned around, sending him a small wave.

he waved back, pulling away once you walked inside the house and shut the door. you let out a breath, leaning against the wood for support and running a hand over your face. after giving yourself a second, you made your way into the living room.

“oh my god,“ the brunette, sarah, said with a teasing smile, “you’re able to walk after a night at lando’s? what a miracle.”

you flipped her off, causing the blonde, ashley, to snort from her place on the couch. you hung your bag on the barstool, sitting down and grabbing the bowl of cereal from sarah.

“oh, yeah, sure,” she mumbled, throwing her hands up in the air, “i wasn’t eating that.”

you gave her a look, shoving a spoonful of cereal in your mouth.

“you’re awfully quiet,” ashley said, entering the kitchen now as she stood at the coffee maker, “you alright?”

you were silent for a minute, both your roommates looking at you with concerned looks before you spoke up, “i don’t know.”

they both had the same expression, eyebrows raised, “what do you mean?”

you dropped your head onto your arm as you groaned. the two girls looked at each other confused before ashley questioned you, “y/n? what’s going on?”

“i like him.” you said sitting up.

sarah rolled her eyes, pulling the bowl of cereal back towards her, “well, yeah, tell us something we don’t know.”

“no, i mean,” you huffed, “i like like him.”

“okay,” ashley said into her coffee cup, “and what about that?”

“i can’t!”

“what do you mean you ‘can’t like him’?” sarah said, mouthful of cereal.

“i can’t like him because if i like him, it’ll be breaking the rules. and he’ll never like me back because of ‘em,” you said, “i wish i never came up with them in the first place.”

sarah snorted, “hold on,“ placing the spoon in the now empty bowl, “you think he doesn’t like you back?”

“i don’t just think, i know.”

ashley looked over at sarah and the two girls snickered. you gave them confusing looks.

“what? what’s so funny?”

“y/n, i love you,” ashley said, “but you’re an idiot.”

“it’s a good thing you’re really pretty because you’re completely oblivious.” sarah agreed. you sent them both confusing looks.

“what’re you talking about?”

“y/n, come on!” ashley laughed, “open your eyes! this man doesn’t like you, he’s in love with you.”

you gave them blank stares before you shook your head, “no, there’s absolutely no way-“

“think about it,” sarah said, “would he show up and bring you flowers every time you two go out? would he stop by and bring you a coffee, or a tea, or something to eat, which he’s literally memorized the orders for by the way, every time you’re studying? he knows you well enough to know that if you’re focused hard enough, you forget to eat and that you can’t study without some form of caffeine.”

“plus, the way he looks at you,” ashley added, “his face literally lights up every time you enter the room.“

you felt your heart go to your throat, but you somehow managed a croaked out response, “you think?”

“please,” ashley said, “we know. plus, ‘ve asked him.”

you and sarah looked at the blonde, a simultaneous, “you what?” slipping from your mouths.

ashley shrugged, raising her hands in mock defense, “i just wanted to know!”

“what did he say?”

“when did you ask?”

she put her coffee mug down, “it was the other night, he was watching you two laugh and dance at that stupid, lame ass party we went to. he was literally watching you the way they do in movies when they love someone,” she said, “so i asked him, ‘do you like her?’ and he nodded and kind of blushed a little bit before he was like, ‘maybe a bit more than that’.”

“oh my god,” sarah said, looking over at you. you sat there in shock for a minute before looking at your friends.

“what do i do? what do i say?” you asked the two girls looking at you.

“just talk to him, tell him how you feel,” ashley said, “it’s not like anything could go wrong, you already know how he feels.”

she had a point.

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it was evening now, the sun setting through your curtains as you sat at your desk. you hummed along to the music playing through your headphones, scribbling down the rest of the notes you needed for this week.

you tilted your neck to the side, trying to fight through the aching pain in your muscles as you had sat at your desk all day. the music got quieter for a second before a soft ping rang through your headphones.

lando

how’s schoolwork going?

you smiled softly, clicking on the notification before typing back a response.

pretty good, actually. kind of wish i had taken a break to go out to get dinner with the girls.

you went back to your textbook before the woosh came through this time, another text popping up in the messages between the two of you.

have you not eaten today?

you looked at the clock, 8:30pm. well, shit…

guess i was too wrapped up to realize 😅

the bubble appeared on his side of the conversation, another sound playing through after he sent his message.

fancy some dinner company, then?

you smiled again, and if your feet weren’t tucked under your legs, you were sure you’d be probably be kicking them. god, he had you whipped.

as long as you bring something good.

he was quick to respond this time.

be there soon.

and he was a man to his word, showing up to your house almost forty minutes later. he had texted you that he was pulling up so you could open the door for him. once you opened the door, you smiled at the boy who stood with a bag of food in his hand.

“hey,” he smiled back at you. you stepped aside to let him in.

“hey,” you said, the two of you making your way to the kitchen as he set the bag down on the island, “whatcha get?”

you tried peeking in the bag but he pulled it away from you before you could look. you looked up at him as he sent you a teasing smile.

“close your eyes.”

“lando-“

“just close your eyes,” he chuckled back. you huffed, a soft smile on your face nonetheless as you closed your eyes. he pulled the takeout container, placing it in front of you before he fished out his.

“okay, open.”

you glanced down at the counter and your smile got wider. your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant sitting in front of you. your eyes met his as he smiled at you.

“you went all the way across town?”

“yeah,” he shrugged, popping open the lid to his dinner, “that’s what took me so long. sorry about that, by the way.”

you shook your head, “it’s okay,” you said, opening your own container, “i just… thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he swore he’d do the drive a hundred times if it meant you got to look at him like that.

“don’t have to thank me.” he said for the second time that day.

the two of you ate and made some comfortable conversation. most of them being jokes and the other giggling at them. he followed you up the stairs to your room after, the door closing behind him.

you sat down at your desk as he plopped onto your bed, “how much do you have left?”

you hummed, skimming through your notes and checking the check list on your computer, “another page or so,” you glanced over at him, softly wincing from the pain in your neck, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“your neck sore?”

you nodded, digging your fingers in the muscle to try to relieve the pain, “yeah, guess that means i’ve been sitting here too long.”

he got up from his spot before coming up behind you, his hands brushing yours to the side as he dug his finger tips into the aching muscles. you let out a soft sigh, letting him rub away the soreness, “god, that feels good.”

he smiled softly, “‘s it helping?”

you nodded, “yeah, actually.”

he continued for a couple seconds before you turned around to look at him in your chair. you searched his eyes as you tried to read them, but you got too distracted by the color of them to fully assess. he smiled softly down at you, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“what?” he asked, a chuckle following after.

“do you think about that night?” your mouth was moving before your brain could filter it, “the night we made that agreement?”

he shrugged, sitting back down on the bed now, “i mean, kind of, but not all the time.”

“do you regret it?”

he furrowed his eyebrows at you, “why would i regret it?”

you looked down at your hands, “because i do,” his heart dropped, but you immediately snapped your head up, “not like that! not like that at all. god, that’s not the way it was supposed to sound coming out of my mouth.”

you took a deep breath, his facial features becoming unreadable, “then how did you mean it?”

“i mean, i regret giving us these stupid rules,” you said, “like the one where it’s supposed to be ‘no feelings involved’, that sort of thing.”

he sent you a questioning look, his heart skipping a beat with hope, hope that you’d feel the same way, “why?”

“because i may have broken that rule.”

he searched your eyes, immediately his heart jumping up to his throat.

“so did i,” he said.

you smiled at each other from your seats before he was pulling you towards him, mumbling a soft, ‘c’mere,”

you straddled his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck as one of his grabbed your waist while the other cupped your cheek. he leaned forward and kissed you softly, your hands finding the curls on the back of his neck.

he was the one to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip before sucking and nibbling on it softly, knowing exactly how to make you weak. and it was working as you found yourself softly moaning into his mouth. he moved his hand from your hip to your ass, grabbing at it playfully causing you to giggle.

you broke the kiss, “i already knew how you felt, i just wanted to hear you say it.”

he sent you a look, silently asking how you would’ve known before his eyes widened. you laughed softly as he rolled his eyes.

“fucking ashley,” he mumbled against your lips.

no one could wipe the smile off his face even if they tried. you kissed him passionately, pushing back on his chest as he laid back onto the mattress and brought you with him. you hovered over him as you bent down, kissing him again. his hands found their place on your hips yet again, you absentmindedly moving against his hips gently.

he hummed contently against your lips, fingers moving under the hoodie you were wearing, a different one than the one you had on earlier, “is this mine?”

he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear as you bit back a smile, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, “maybe..”

he laughed, shaking his head as he pulled at the bottom hem, helping you out of it, “you look better in it anyway.”

[multifandom-exe]

PDA- B. Barnes x Reader

A/N: this is a rewrite of a fic from like 5 years ago, if you want to check out the original here to see how much has changed. Feel free to leave requests! PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN COMMENTS OR ASKS PLS i need to know if i’m still writing like i’m 14 😭

Request: i uh see youre lacking bucky requests sooo… bucky x reader where he’s not one for pda, usually alone he is, but one day during breakfast he just pulls the reader onto his lap and buries his face in reader’s neck and everyone is spooked, and throughout the day hes all touchy and stuff only bc he thought sam was flirting with the reader? lmao hope that made sense, thank you! 

Word Count: 1.4K

Soft sun rays glimmer through the windows as your eyes slowly flutter open. Reveling in the warmth your bed provided, you stretched your arms out in front of you and wiggled backwards. Your brow furrowed as you realized there was a lack of contact like there usually is. Turning your head to the side, you realize bucky isn't snuggled up in his usual spot next to you, and a small frown takes over your face. You two had had a long night, and you could feel the sleep weighing on your eyelids already, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle back up and drift off again. With a huge huff, you dramatically threw the covers off of your body, and just as quickly, drew back with a slight whimper, feeling the cold air hit your legs. Staring down at your scantily clad body, you watched the goosebumps cover your skin. Making a mental note to turn up the heating in your room, you threw on the clothes that lay hastily discarded at the end of your bed. Coffee Coffee Coffee. Your eyes closed dreamily as the thought of that beautiful amber liquid trickling down your throat. You rushed off the bed, throwing a small glance in the mirror before leaving. God your bedhead was serious.  

Soft sounds filled the empty hallway as your feet padded against the ground. The impossibly long walk to the kitchen stretched on as you wrapped your arms around yourself in a futile attempt to keep warm. The kitchen was in sight, and the sound of idle chatter filled your ears. As quick as possible you rushed over to the coffee machine, throwing a welcoming smile at Bucky on your way in. 

“Damn Momma, don't you look mighty fine in the morning.” Sams voice was filled with sarcasm, and you threw him a disgraceful look as you sneered at him. 

“Ha. Ha.” You replied, deadpan. Lifting your coffee cup to your lips, you took a long, exaggeratedly loud sip, and let out an even more exaggerated sigh of content afterward. “Do you know how FREEZING it is in this compound!” You said it to no one in particular, but your love to complain had to make an appearance at least once a day. 

“Aww is the little lady cold? Here you go.” By the time you had looked up, Sam had already shrugged off his housecoat and was holding it up in your direction. You muttered a quick ‘thank you’ and slipped it on, basking in the warmth it provided, a shelter from the chilly air swirling through the compound. 

You moved to the fridge to grab some cereal and milk, heading over to the island where Bucky was sitting to assemble your favorite bowl of cereal. As you lay down the tools for your breakfast, you were suddenly pulled into Bucky's lap, with him quickly burying his head into the crook of your neck. Frowning, you looked down at Bucky, surprised at the unusual display of PDA. You glanced at Sam and pulled a questioning face, but he responded with a simple shrug, indicating he had no idea what was going on with Buck.  

“Are you alright?” You whispered, running your hands through his hair. He simply nodded his head quickly as his hair tickled your neck. 

“Alright lovebirds i hate to break it up but bleurgh, I'm tryna’ keep my breakfast down here.” Sam joked, waving his hands around. You tiled your head back in laughter as you moved to get up from Bucky's lap. As you sat beside him, you made sure your knees were touching, as he kept his hand on your thigh. Maybe he had a nightmare last night? Whatever it was, you'd hope he would tell you about it later. 

- 

After a grueling few hours of training, and a beautiful shower to sooth your sore muscles, you'd thrown on some comfortable clothes, and made your way to the living room to enjoy your down time. In the living room you found the 3 musketeers huddled on the couch, the lights from the movie illuminating the room. You plopped down on the arm of the chair. As you draped your legs over Bucky's thighs, he lay his hand on your lower leg. 

“What are we watching, boys?” Looking toward the tv, it seemed to be an old-timey movie, evident by the black and white coloring. 

“Uh, its called The Philadelphia story, from the 1950’s” Steve said, not taking his eyes off the tv. Must be a good show. 

“Yah, old, boring, just like these two!” Sam jutted his thumbs out to point at the two boys next to him. You threw your head back in laughter at the joke that never got old. Just as your laughter died down, you found Bucky's large hand slid around your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap. His hand found your jawline as he carefully wrapped you into a kiss. Your brows furrowed slightly but you relaxed into the kiss. You could definitely get used to this side of Bucky. Although you respected his need for privacy, going all day without as much as a kiss from him did grate on you some days. You wonder what prompted him to act this way today.  

He pulled away and stared at the tv as nothing happened. You glanced over his shoulder and looked at Sam, who was pulling an incredulous face, having never seen his best friend act this way before. You just shook your head and gave a soft shrug, turning back to the TV. 

- 

As the hours drew on, your interest in the movies slowly dwindles as the tiredness grew heavy on your eyelids. Once you and Bucky had retired to the comfort of your room, and all your nightly rituals had been performed, you found yourself staring at Bucky's beautiful eyes as you lay beside him. Your hand found his cheek and caressed it slowly as you both winded down. Your mind ran through today's events, and you decided to broach the subject. 

“Buck?” You whispered, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. He just muttered a low ‘hmm?’ whilst nuzzling further into your hand with closed eyes. You bit your lip before speaking softly. “What was today about?” His eyes shot open, but suspiciously managed to avoid eye contact with you, opting to stare at the small space in between you. 

“Don't know what you mean” He mumbled into your palm. But by the look on his face, he definitely knew what you meant. Your palm moved to tilt his chin up so he had no choice but to look you in the eyes. 

“Buck.” You shot him a pointed look that you knew would have him crumbling instantly. 

“Sam was flirting with you” He whined, covering his face with his hands. His index and middle finger slipped open, revealing one of his eyes. “And I was jealous” 

You pulled his hands away from his face and held them under your chin. “Buck, Sam wasn't flirting with me, he was just being Sam, annoying as always.” A small giggle fell from your lips that made Bucky's pouty lips break into a small smile. 

“He was still flirting” He pouted again, staring up at you with those huge eyes that you couldn't resist. You put a fragile kiss on his forehead.  

“Listen, Sams your best friend, he wouldn't do that to you, and neither would I, okay” You kissed the back of each one of his hands. 

He gave a small nod, then moved his head to lay on your stomach, wrapping his arms around your back. 

“I love you Buck.” A small smile broke out on your face as you watched him bury his head in your stomach like a cat. 

“I love you too” Came a muffled voice, vibrating on your stomach, making a giggle erupt from your throat, as you stroked his hair. 

[fiftyfiftyfinchy]

Hiiii, I would love a ArthurTv x reader period comfort, I just feel like he’d be so sweet about it. Maybe the reader stains the sheets and is really upset?

Love your writing so much!!!!

had a lot of fun writing this way too relatable request!

how you think he'll react vs how he actually reacts:

The morning light seeped through Arthur’s thin curtains, slapping you in the face with the reality of a new day. You blinked against the brightness, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar bed, the disheveled man beside you, and—oh right. Last night. You let yourself fall back into the memory, replaying it like a favorite scene in a movie: the way his fingers had traced slow, deliberate patterns along your spine, sending little shockwaves down your body. The way his voice had dropped an octave. It was warm and teasing when he whispered something so dirty that still made your stomach flip just remembering it. The way his mouth found yours,, as though you were something rare and he had all the time in the world to savor you.

It had been better than you'd imagined. Perfect in the way that made your cheeks heat just thinking about it, your body aching in a way that was both delicious and maddening. Perfect in a way that made you want to weep for all the imperfect nights with imperfect men that had come before.

For a while, you just laid there, basking in the warmth of the sheets and the faint smell of Arthur’s cologne still clinging to the pillows. But then—oh no. That faint discomfort. That little tug in your gut. You shifted, and that’s when you saw it. The betrayal. A dark, undeniable stain on the pristine white sheets beneath you.

Your stomach plunged into the depths of hell. You stared at the spot like it had personally insulted your entire lineage. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Your mind raced through increasingly absurd solutions: burn the sheets, fake your death, join a convent. Should I just jump out of the window? Anything but face the reality of what had just happened.

Arthur stirred beside you, his hair a ridiculous halo of bedhead, and you froze, clutching the sheet like it was a parachute and you were plummeting toward earth. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hi,” you squeaked, trying to telepathically will him to not notice. But of course, he noticed. Because the universe loves to watch you squirm.

He blinked at the stain, then at you, and for a moment, you thought you might actually die right there in his bed. But instead of recoiling in horror or laughing in your face, Arthur did the unthinkable: he grinned.

“Is that all?” he said, his voice so casual it made you want to scream. “I thought something was actually wrong.”

“Arthur,” you hissed, your face burning hotter than the sun. “I ruined your sheets!”

“They’re just sheets,” he said, sitting up and stretching like you hadn’t just shattered every shred of dignity you’d ever possessed. “It’s fine. I’ll throw them in the wash.”

“I’ll do it,” you said, already scrambling to untangle yourself, but he shook his head, laughing softly.

“Nope. Not a chance,” he said, gently prying the sheets from your death grip. “You’re going to take a shower and relax while I handle this. No arguments.”

“Arthur,” you said again, but he was already halfway out of bed, stripping the sheets.

“There’s fresh towels in the bathroom,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll grab you some clothes. Go on, I’ve got this.”

You stood there for a moment, still clutching the corner of the duvet like it might save you. But his easy smile, his complete lack of judgment, made the tension in your chest ease just enough for you to nod and shuffle toward the bathroom.

Under the hot spray of the shower, you let out a long breath. The embarrassment still simmered, but it no longer felt like it might consume you. By the time you got out of the shower, wearing the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants he’d left for you on the counter, the worst of it had faded.

You found him in the kitchen, humming tunelessly as he fiddled with the kettle. The sheets were nowhere in sight, already banished to the washing machine. But on the counter was a grocery bag, overflowing with… tampons? There must have been at least eight boxes of them and..chocolate bars? You looked at him like he had gone insane.

“I ran to the shop while you were in the shower,” Arthur said, turning around with a grin that was entirely too proud of itself. “I didn’t know which kind you’d want, so I got… all of them. And the chocolate just seemed like a good idea.”

You continued to stare at him, speechless, as he casually unpacked what looked like an entire aisle of feminine products and enough chocolate to stock a small candy shop.

“Arthur,” you finally managed, your voice somewhere between incredulous and laughing. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Are you kidding?” he said, handing you a mug of tea like he hadn’t just gone on the most unhinged errand of all time. “This is boyfriend training 101. I’m acing the course.” He smirked his boyish smirk that had you falling for him since day one.

You couldn’t help it. You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you and filling the kitchen. And just like that, the morning didn’t feel like a disaster anymore. It felt like a warm cozy blanket.

"Thank you for being so cool about this," you say. "It means a lot."

"I guess you could say I like to go with the flow." He says before laughing entirely way too hard at his own joke.

[sarahs-library]

Forgotten

In which an unfortunate turn of events leads to Azriel forgetting his very pregnant mate.

Words: 2541

A/N - Hi everyone, this is my first foray into publishing work online and like everyone else I am preparing for CC3 by re-reading all of SJM's work. I've been inspired by all the lovely Azriel/Reader pieces I've seen on tumblr as of late and have decided to contribute my own.

Part Two ☪ Part Three

Forgotten Universe: Pretty Eyes

Azriel

Heavy waves of unconsciousness threatened to drag Azriel further, deeper into the abyss. The roaring in his ears drowned out rational thought. Tongue dragging against the roof of his dry mouth he reached out for something to anchor him, carting his hands through silk sheets. His skin burned.

“Azriel?” Elain’s sweet voice floated through the darkness. Azriel fought against the fatigue to open his eyes. The brightness strained and he tried to focus. Light filtered through the window, highlighting beautiful features and the golden hues of her hair. She leaned forward, taking a pitcher of water from the bedside table to fill a glass, holding it up to his lips so he could drink. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth in gratitude and he worked his dry lips around the rim. One hand came up to support the glass, holding it over Elain’s own, an excuse to feel her smooth sun-kissed skin.

He hadn’t seen her since the disaster of the almost kiss and his words, ‘this was a mistake’, had haunted him endlessly in his sleepless nights. The regret hadn’t stopped the images that plagued him. How she would look underneath him, or riding him, the faces she’d make as he brought her pleasure, the sweet songs she’d sing for him as she climaxed. Even Rhy’s warning hadn’t been able to tame the desire he felt for the middle Archeron sister; in his half delirious state he was content to take advantage of the closeness the opportunity offered. His eyes roamed her face, following the tantalizingly exposed skin of her neck down to where the bust of her pale pink gown hid her breasts from his view.

Satiated, he pulled his head away and managed to croak out a small word of thanks. Elain’s brows furrowed as she searched his face for something, finding it lacking.

“We’ve all been so worried about you.” Azriel frowned, finding it difficult to care about anything other than admiring her beauty in the light provided by the rising sun. He made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat and traced the delicate bones of her wrist under his fingers where his large hand still dwarfed hers. She pulled back, placing the glass on the bedside table and he felt words of protest trying to break free. Come back he thought, his appetite to feel more of her supple skin under his own ignited.

Contentment rose in him as she leaned closer once more, this time placing the back of her hand against his forehead. Perspiration clung between their skin; Azriel resisted closing his eyes and basking in the warmth erupting in his chest. Memories of his mother flooded back, in a daze he felt himself being carried through the few times in his childhood when she’d been able to care for him as he had yearned for. This position brought Elain even closer to him, affording him a delightful view of what lay beneath the top of her dress with a downward cast of his eyes. He soaked in where the tan from her time in the gardens morphed into untouched alabaster and ruminated on how it would taste under his tongue.

“You’re still burning up, I’ll send for Madja.”

“No,” he reached to grasp her hand as she pulled back. “Stay.”

 Elain worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she fixed her rich chestnut eyes on his face. Azriel couldn’t draw his gaze away from how the baby-soft skin looked trapped under her incisor, imagining how it would feel under his own. He watched as her eyes lost focus, she seemed to stare straight through him. He knew the look; could recognise the blankness imposed by communicating with daemati. Which meant that Rhys would be coming soon.

He sighed, perturbed by the impending interruption. He reached for his shadows, hoping that they would at least give him some advanced warning but found them missing. Frowning he tried to sit forward, tearing his eyes from Elain’s face he scanned the room. His room, at the House of Wind. All the times he'd dreamed of her in here with him, what they would do, he'd never quite imagined it like this.

“What happened?” He still clutched at Elain’s hand but lowered it to rest against his thighs. His chest was exposed, naked and flushed with fever. The muscles in his wings protested as he moved to unfurl them slightly and he drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. Such a small motion, but it brought the catalogue of pain to the forefront of his mind through the haze.

The dark silk sheets pooled at his waist and rubbed against the stark whiteness of clean cotton bandages. He could feel where the membranes connecting the sinewy muscle and delicate bones of his wings pulled tighter in places over almost healed wounds. The room smelt of antiseptic; underneath his own scent was stale as though he hadn’t stayed there in a long time.

“I don’t know all of the details, you’ll have to speak to Rhys and Feyre.” Elain seemed to falter under the intensity of his gaze. “You arrived a few nights ago, winnowed to the River House poisoned and half-dead. Madja’s been working on you for days.”

"You've been here all this time?"

He leaned closer to her, his chest warming at the thought that perhaps he hadn't destroyed this, not like everything else he seemed to touch. Elain was frozen under his graze, eyes wide and lips parted. He drew closer, inhaling the scent of jasmine and honey, unable to resist her magnetism.

"Oh." She started and moved back in her chair, putting distance between him and his advances. "No, I arrived about half an hour ago. Y/N needed to get some rest." Her face seemed to implore him to do something and his thoughts were drawn to the failed kiss at solstice. Perhaps this was a gift from the mother Azriel reasoned. An opportunity to do everything over.

His eyes fixed on hers and an unfamiliar sensation bloomed in his chest. Azriel frowned as he felt a tug, it seemed to come from inside his ribcage. He brought his free hand, the one that was still clutching at Elain's, to rub at the skin over his heart. Confused he trailed his eyes down Elain's face to look at the skin his scarred fingers danced over.

He started as he saw it, the thread of pure gold. He reached in a tugged, feeling the answering wave of love and relief. If Azriel felt like he was drowning earlier it was nothing compared to the joy and elation that threatened to swallow him whole. His eyes burned as tears brimmed.

"Elain," he breathed. "I can't believe..." He trailed off, fixing her with a gaze of awe. If he wasn't still suffering from the lingering sluggishness perhaps he would have taken more stock of her confused stare. His hand stilled against his chest and he continued to stare at her. Whatever permission he was looking for, he thought he found in her gaze.

He reached up to caress her neck, following the delicate arch upwards to tangle his long fingers into her curls. His other hand dropped hers to cradle her cheek.

"Azriel." Elain tried to move back further in her chair to escape his wandering hands but found no further retreat against the back of the hardwood. Azriel followed her, shifting forward on the bed so only a few inches separated their faces. His breath mingled with hers.

Taking a deep breath he closed the distance between their lips, fire pooling in his gut with anticipation of finally getting to taste her like he had dreamed of. Claiming her full bottom lip between his own he revelled in the sweetness of her mouth. He pressed harder, her soft lips yielding against his own as he moved to deepen the kiss by tracing his tongue over the swell of her bottom lip. Elain softened in his arms and her fisted hands moved up to rest against his bare chest, not pulling him close but not pushing him away either.

He pulled back slightly, her doe-eyes meeting his firey gaze as he smiled contently at her. His left hand was tangled in the roots of her hair exposing the delicate skin of her ear which he moved to trace with his nose. His breath grazed the supple skin of her neck and his lips danced over the skin of her neck.

"Azriel, wait." Elain seemed to be roused by his actions, opening her hands to press her palms against the plain of his chest. He paused his movement against her throat, inhaling more of her scent deeply as he began to pull back.

"Azriel?"

The voice was unfamiliar, husky and choked, holding back emotion. Hurt bloomed through Azriel's chest and it startled him away from Elain. Anger rose within him at this stranger's interruption, at the hurt they'd caused Elain. Elain who was his mate. His lips pulled away from his teeth in a snarl, driven by instinct. His eyes moved towards the doorway. He felt naked, at a disadvantage without the shadows that had followed him for most of his life, always whispering, always alerting him to the movement of others.

His eyes fixed on the feminine figure in the doorway, taking a cursory gaze over the long golden hair that pooled to her shoulders. She wore night court attire, loose-fitting dark trousers, and a thin-strapped top that hugged the top of her form and flowed out over the obvious swell of her abdomen. The trousers cut off at the calves and a swirl of shadows danced around her feet. Azriel started. They were his shadows.

Elain jumped to her feet, the wooden chair pulled up beside the bed hit the carpeted floor with a thud as she made to move away from Azriel. His hands moved to grab her, to pull her behind him as he struggled to his feet, to protect her from this thief that had infiltrated his home.

"Y/N...This isn't...We weren't, it was..."Elain trailed off, seeming to be at a loss for how to continue. Azriel, now upright but still unsteady, staggered forward a few steps to place himself in between the stranger and Elain.

"Who are you?" He demanded. Elain obviously knew this woman. His mind spun, thoughts still heavy from the lingering fever as he tried to piece the information together. He gestured at the floor, a signal for his shadows to return. Some of them peeled away from winding up the calves of this stranger and slithered towards him across the floor. He took comfort in the familiar cool trail left as they crawled up his legs and chest, curling around his ear to report to him.

Safe, they whispered. Safe as you instructed. Azriel frowned, clearly they were mistaken. He fixed his eyes on the female again, drawn to her face. Chartreuse eyes, lined with tears and framed with long lashes and dark charcoal, stared back at him. They weren't fae he realised, they possessed the otherworldly quality he'd only seen when looking at Amren. There was a deep sense of other about this female that heightened his feelings of unease, coupled with the rogue shadows that flaunted his command and stayed at her feet like loyal guard dogs Azriel automatically grazed his thigh looking for the reassurance of the heavy weight of truth-teller. He found none.

Elain was speaking again, trying to move forward past him, and this time he successfully caught her arm, gently angling her away from the infiltrator to shield her with his body once more. The female's gaze moved from his face to fix where his hand remained on Elain's bicep, rucking up the delicate pale pink fabric as he gripped it with his scarred fingers. Her eyes widened more, Azriel studied as her pouted bottom lip began to tremble and the tears began to spill down her face. She took a step back from where she stood in the open doorway, retreating into the hallway. Azriel was torn between the instinct to follow, to press the advantage he'd unwittingly gained and staying to protect Elain.

Elain who was violently shrugged herself out of his grip, whirling to face him her face filled with anger he'd never seen on her delicate features before.

"What in the cauldron are you doing?" Elain's teeth were bared, her chestnut eyes blazed as she gestured at him widely as she continued. "Have you lost your mind?"

Azriel, surprised at her sudden anger, felt a deep sense of unease that he'd misjudged the situation somehow. His mind whirled, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was so used to having the upper hand, having all the information, that without it he was lost for words. Elain continued to back away from him and his eyes darted from her to the doorway which now stood empty, no signs of the mysterious female remained. Azriel's eyes fixed again on Elain's face as they stared at each other. He tugged at the cord in his chest, hoping to receive a response, some kind of assurance that he hadn't imagined it.

A deep sense of betrayal coursed back through the bond, anger mingled with hurt, the sensation was so strong that it almost brought Azriel to his knees. As quickly as the sensation came it stopped, the thread no longer sung and Azriel tried to follow it to the source. A source, he realised flinching, that didn't end with Elain but seemed to trail off and lead elsewhere.

The clap as a pair of powerful wings moved through the air was the only warning as seconds later Rhys landed on the balcony. The doors flew open on a wave of darkness as he sauntered into the room, violet eyes scanning the scene. A dark brow crooked as he took in Elain's rage and his brother half-naked, still flush with fever his shadows swirling in agitation.

"What happened? Azriel, should you be out of bed? Where's Madja?" He addressed his brother first, but his eyes drifted to Elain as he cocked his head for the answer to the second question. Elain took a deep breath and seemed to steady herself, before closing her eyes - an obvious invitation, she wanted to show Rhys. Azriel decided that she could show him whatever she wanted. The more pressing issue, the unknown female, would have to take priority over whatever punishment the High Lord wanted to concoct over Azriel's blatant disregard for his orders.

"Rhys, the stranger - you have to find her. I don't know how she got in. I woke without my shadows and they were with her, she took them."

Rhy's eyes moved between him and Elain as he seemed to piece together the course of events. He took a step forward, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender as Azriel bristled.

"Az." His voice was low, comforting, like he was trying to soothe a cornered predator. "Everything is okay, why don't you take a seat. Feyre's on her way, I think we need to talk."

A/N I'm hoping to start working on Part 2 asap but not sure how long it will take, I have so many ideas for this and committing to them is so hard

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Synopsis: You had your entire life just beginning, fresh into college, and as a treat, you were going on a trip across the world where you find out what your father truly does for work and why you were able to move into a nice new home. A normal young girl thrust into a world where she needed to relearn everything she ever knew and escape the clutches of an assassin clan who wanted her as a wife.

Perfectly manicured nails are now chipped and brittle. Your mother spent the next half an hour pacing your new hotel room. You lay slumped on a chair, eyes following her every move back and forth, forth and back. You bit your lip knowing the millions of thoughts running overdrive in her mind not knowing whether or not to speak up. 

You wanted to comfort her but knowing your mother that might make the situation worse, the last thing you needed was to be at odds with her after what just went down. Rubbing your hands down your arms you give yourself slight comfort, a touch of warmth in a room chilled by the reality and graveness of the situation. With a sharp intake of breath, you regained determination. 

“ I think you should get off your feet and take a shower, it’s been a long night,” 

She paused, turning to you eyes slightly wide as if she had broken out of a trance. Seeing the exhausted state you were in, her gaze softened, still all done up as if it were a good night to remember. A lump formed in her throat seeing the bags forming underneath her daughter's eyes while draped in glitter and riches like a star falling from grace. 

 Dropping her hand from her lips she smiled softly, “ Would you like to shower first? I’ll order some room service and we can maybe watch a movie…”

You nodded and unstrapped the clasps of your heels, you silently made your way to the bathroom while your mother went over to her suitcase. The blinding fluorescent light felt too harsh as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked so pretty, in a nice dress with accessories you dreamed of owning, it felt foreign looking at the girl in the mirror. 

You sighed and turned the shower on quickly undressing and stepping into the warmth of the water. You took your time, even letting your hair get wet, wanting to wash away everything from the last few hours— the previous few days you’ve had to endure. 

After everything was said and done you were curled into your mother's side on the bed. The exhaustion finally beginning to take its toll on the two of you. You shared whispered giggles over the movie you watched, a piece of nostalgia for the movie your mother had rented, it was one you constantly watched on tape as a child. A thought popped into your head before you drifted off to sleep. It angered you slightly as your father's face popped into your mind's eye. 

Was he alright? What happened when the two of you left? Would you both speak to him in the morning? 

The next morning you felt anew. The rest was needed and the jet lag completely dissipated, You woke to your mother on the phone and scribbling on a notepad. You made your presence known and she smiled pointing to the line connecting to room service in the corner of the room. 

The morning came and went and you felt you could take the day by storm facing anything thrown at you head-on without fear. An announcement on the ship had notified you and your mother that you would arrive on the island, you made a note from a previous conversation that the room number on the ship would be the same as the one within the hotel. The island was clear as day, and you grew jittery thinking about being on land once again. 

The two of you were quick to leave the ship and go to the hotel, your mother had told you that she would be spending the day talking to lawyers about the contract. Looking out the window you notice the large pool and there were already a few people basking in the sun. You quickly change smiling to your mother on your way out of the room letting her know you’d be right where she could see you out at the pool. 

You walked passed people carefully eyeing them to make sure you didn’t run into the moron you met last night. “ The last thing I need is to see that freak by the pool,” you thought to yourself. When you settled into your chair a waiter quickly passed you by and you ordered a drink to help you relax. The sun beamed down in all its glory, you generously sprayed sunscreen on every inch of skin you could reach. You felt the eyes on you, perverted and judgemental all the same. Moving your hair over your shoulder, you try your best to get your back. You bit your lip out of frustration and embarrassment, it felt like everyone was laughing at your awkward position. 

“ Need a helping hand, wife.” 

A large hand easily slipped the spray out of your hand while another steadied you by your waist. You hastily pushed the hands off of you turning around to face the dark-eyed bastard you prayed never to see again. He gleamed down at you menacingly, wide-toothed demonic smile shining right at you so proud of himself for catching you in such a state. 

Dressed head to toe in Dakr clothing without a care in the world for the heat, you glared back at him lip scrunching up in disgust at how he dared to touch you.

 “ Give me back my sunscreen,”

He laughed manically shaking his head. You click your tongue before trying to snatch it from his hand. He swiftly evaded you and tossed it into his other hand and when you went to strike again he held it over his head. How childish you think, you huffed before looking off at the pool seeing people's gaze even more on you than before. While looking away Raian’s eyes wandered over your figure. He was more than used to seeing different kinds of people but the way your skin seemed to glow under the sun was distracting, to say the least. He wanted to tease you more, have your eyes solely focused on him rather than the fucktards who meant nothing staring at his woman. 

He sucked his teeth at the skimpy little bikini you wore. Wanting to ask you why the only thing left to the imagination seemed to be your nipples. When he first spotted you he went from your hair straight to the roundness of your ass and the small triangle of cloth up your ass. He was sure if you bent over everyone would get a nice view of what he planned to take claim of on your wedding night, he couldn’t help but make his way over to you. 

Your fiery gaze was upon him again and that gaze was the lighter to the match in his chest. Raian never really focused much on women throughout his last twenty-one years as from a very young age he knew that his marriage would be arranged. He would never say he didn’t let his eyes wander, that he was ignorant to human nature but— he never truly sought out a woman before you. 

Letting his mind wander he didn’t realize until you were right under his nose, that you were pushing him toward the pool hoping he would release the hold on your sunscreen and fall right on his ass. He smiled once again before snaking his arm around your waist and falling back into the pool. 

The water was a stark contrast to the heat of the sun, drenching you in icy coldness. His hold was still tight on you as you came back up to the surface. He laughed heartily at your disheveled state, his hand wandering lower on your waist. You wriggled out of his grasp pulling yourself out of the water. Fingers pointed and hushed whispers were all you could focus on as you wrapped your towel around yourself. 

“ What’s the matter? Can’t handle what you dish out or—”

You didn’t stay to hear anymore grabbing your phone and running into the hotel. What an embarrassment, was he trying to belittle you and let you know just how powerless you were in this situation? Your damp skin was making you shiver as you squeaked through the main hall, loudly stomping in your flip-flops not caring about the water you were tracking in the lobby. You all but slammed your finger on the elevator button hoping that would make it come down faster. 

The door opened and a few people sparred you glances, you shifted your head towards the floor and leaned on the elevator walls pressing the button to your floor. As the door was closing you met his gaze, he had just run into the lobby searching for you and you were thankful he didn’t make it in time. The ride up to your floor was accompanied by annoying soft music that did more to irritate than to calm you. 

You rolled your eyes in annoyance when instead of the thirtieth floor it stopped on the twentieth. As the doors opened your eyes widened in shock, Although slightly out of breath Raian was towering in the doorway. You were quick to try and slip out but his arm slammed on the door in front of you. 

Voice trembling in fear and anger you say, “ Move out of my way. Now!” 

He doesn’t move an inch and you duck under only to be jerked back by your arm. You look up to him and there isn’t a trace of a smile on his face, making him look even more intimidating if that were possible. He gave you a once-over before taking his eyes from you and pulling you completely out of the elevator. You berated him with your words and dragged your feet across the ground and he ignored your angered pleas of release as he stalked through the hallway. 

Using his free hand he dug into his pocket pulling out his key card and a dangerous thought made its way into your mind. The room opened and you felt tears well up in your eyes. The room was almost pitch black, the curtains blocking out most of the light. He threw the card onto the mini desk before finally turning to you. His eyes held something different— something softer if that could be used for a man like him. 

You held the towel tighter taking a step back, something flashed in his eyes almost like he could smell the fear brewing inside you. He stepped towards you and you took another step back quickly turning your head to the door to try and make a run for it. He licked his lips before grabbing you once more, you yelped in fear when he pulled you close. You fought for your towel until he completely took it off you. 

“ Don’t do this, please…Raian,” 

He felt like his heart was going to leap from his chest, His name had never sounded better. He looked into your fear-stricken eyes once more, the tears already falling as you begged him not to hurt you. Without a word, he placed the towel on your head trying his best to be soft while drying your hair. 

You had calmed down slightly allowing him to dry you off. When he removed the towel you both stared at one another, who was going to make the first move. The silence was unbearable and with a huff, you were finally out the door. You didn’t want to give this psychopath any kind of wrong impression by lingering in his room in the dark too long. 

You choose the stairway instead of the elevator feeling overexposed without your towel. You exhausted your last energy running up the ten floors, unbeknownst to you the cameras had been watching your every move. 

“ Grandfather, is it alright for the two of them to be alone together so soon?” 

The old man chuckled light-heartedly at his granddaughter, he was more than glad to see the way Raian was already zeroing in on you. He thought it would take a much more forceful approach to get you to comply but his grandson was less of an anomaly than he thought. 

The old man knew better than to think the two of you had been intimate behind that door as he watched the situation unfold before his eyes. He knew that In Raian’s way, he was trying to apologize for embarrassing you and making a scene in front of all those people. 

A/N: Is this the calm before the storm?

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Hank X GN Reader Fluff Word Count: 805

A light chirping sound awoke you from your slumber, the soft sounds a far cry away in your dreams.

Your eyes softly fluttered open, briefly blinded by the sunlight bleeding through your open curtains. You squinted, eyes slowly adjusting.

You’re met with the sight of a yellow bird jumping as it tweeted away outside your window.

You rubbed your eyes, watching the bird chirp at you once more before flying away. It felt like it was trying to wake you up.

The silly thought caused you to roll your eyes at yourself.

You then shift in your spot with a yawn, attempting to turn over before noticing a familiar weight draped leisurely across your body.

You chuckled silently to yourself; realizing your husband, Hank, was currently holding you firmly against his chest.

You exhaled deeply, savoring the subtle body heat radiating off of him, basking in his warmth as if he were your own personal sun.

Downside to having a husband who sheds, well, it gets all over the furniture. Thankfully, he was the best blue teddy bear you could ask for. Not to mention- this feeling.

You turned around, now facing his chest. Not a horrible start to my morning…Your sleep-ridden mind whispered to you. The thought brought a smile to your lips and a breathy chuckle out of your lungs.

You look up, seeing Hank’s face sleeping peacefully. Save for the open mouth, gentle snores, and the drool probably threatening to spill out onto his pillow.

You let another amused chuckle, taking your fingers through his blue fur while sighing to yourself. He had a long night, dealing with politics and other time consuming tasks the poor guy had to tend to daily.

But he never once complained, he’s truly working towards a better world for mutants- and one day your kids. But that was another story for another day.

You continued gazing at the scenic picture before you, committing every detail of his face to memory.

The way the sunlight highlighted the sharp features of his cheekbones. His soft hair tousled from sleep, barely kissing his forehead. Each strand and curl similar to a paint-stoke intricately placed by a skilled hand.

You loved him so much.

You noticed his mouth twitch, almost in a manner you’d see someone do when trying to hold in a laugh.

“You’re awake.” You say, more of an amused statement than question.

“Well, you’re staring.” Your blue fur-ball of a husband retorts, eyes still closed, but a gentle smirk playing on his lips now.

“I’m impressed you could tell.” Your eyes flickered to his coy smile which revealed those sharp canines. The same ones that may have busied themselves by nipping at your skin…

He hums, his mouth shaping into more of a smug grin as he holds you closer. “Honey, I can always tell. I just choose not to say anything.” You roll your eyes at his reply.

“But, I should ask why you’re up earlier than usual, hm?” He questions, opening an eye to look at you curiously.

“Hmm, I dunno. I must’ve gotten distracted by some…handsome man in my bed.” You joke with a shrug.

“Unacceptable. I should sue.” He retorts, earning a giggle from you. He closed his eyes once more before dipping his head down towards your nape.

You feel his lips pepper kisses on your neck, the hot contact leaving on your skin on fire.

You then lift his jaw, guiding him upwards before catching his lips with yours.

The kiss was sweet, his hand running up your body to rest at your neck. You then held your hand on his wrist, holding him in place- as if he’d run away.

You parted from the kiss, your noses still touching, foreheads pressed against one another. Five years of marriage and he still managed to get you blushing like a giddy school girl.

“…what were we talking about?” Hank spoke, finally opening his eyes. You chuckle, laying your head in the crane of his neck. “Surely nothing that important.”

You felt him place a gentle kiss in the top of your head. “Surely not.” He repeats, resting his head atop yours.

Suddenly, it was back to the comfortable silence. The faint sounds of birds singing outside mixing with Hank’s gentle breathing weighed your eyelids down.

As your eyes began to close, you hear the words you’ve said to each other countless times before.

“I love you.”

A sleepy smile tugs on your lips as you teetered on the verge of sleep, the soft lull of slumber pulling you in like a strong tide.

“I love you too.”

A/N: HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I may be a little bit slower on updates since I'm in Volleyball season, so keep that in mind if it takes me a second to post 😭 but my art commissions and writing requests stay open, so if you want anything written pls drop what you wanna see in my ask box!

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Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 3

▪ Pairing: Seo Changbin x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Choking

▪ Genre: Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.1k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Changbin, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, choking in the form of a headlock, creampie

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Black and Ivory <3

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Gentle afternoon sun rays dance through the space of your living room, the soft beams bouncing off the four ivory walls that surround you to illuminate the room in a warm, inviting glow. You carefully turn a page of the book you're currently reading, enjoying the soft, distant sounds of birds chirping outside your window.

This was your favorite atmosphere. A welcoming, serene space, full of nothing but comfort that embraced you like a hug from a loved one. You took a moment to bask in the warmth of the sun, inhaling the sweet scent of your favorite candle burning on the coffee table in front of you.

You hear your front door carefully close in the distance, a smile settling onto your features as your eyes read over the words of your book. You can hear Changbin's approaching footsteps, and you know it won't be long before he steps into this peaceful space you've created, disrupting it only temporarily to check up on you.

Soon enough, you see Changbin's head peer around the corner of the archway into the living room. A close-mouthed smile pulls at his lips as he sees you curled up on the couch, exactly where he last saw you before he went to the gym around an hour ago. When you look up at him to meet his eyes, you notice the sparkle his eyes hold as he gazes at you. It's a sparkle of love and admiration, and it doesn't fade even as he moves to stand in the archway, slowly making his way over to you.

"Hi, baby." He quietly greets, watching you shove a bookmark into your book before setting it on the coffee table.

"Hi, Binnie." You greet just as quietly, meeting him halfway to embrace the buff man.

Your attraction to your boyfriend is no secret, your stolen glances and lingering stares often being a dead giveaway to anyone with the ability to see, even when you were almost certain you were being discreet.

No matter the location or who was around, your eyes always found Changbin.

As time goes by and the length of you and Changbin's relationship only grows longer, you care less for how transparent your love for him is, to Changbin himself, or anyone else who may witness it. It's something that makes love and warmth blossom in Changbin's chest, knowing that you'll never shy away from loving him.

"I missed you." He softly breathes out, feeling your arms circle around his shoulders.

You feel his arms rest against the surface of your back, pulling you against him as your fingertips come to draw small circles on his shoulder blades.

"I missed you, too." You chuckle lightly, moving your hands to grip at his biceps. "Even though you were only gone for a little over an hour."

"An hour is a long time, baby..." he trails off, looking off to the side as he sighs dramatically. "A very long time."

You let out a laugh at his words, rolling your eyes as he takes a step back.

"It was a good gym day, though." He simply states, waiting until you refocus your gaze on him to flex his arms.

The smile on your face slowly drops, a slightly dazed look taking its place as you let your eyes shamelessly rake along the expanse of Changbin's arms. Your eyes snap up to his, noticing the smirk on his lips as he watches you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

You've always had somewhat of an infatuation with Changbin's arms, even prior to being in a relationship with him. You tried not to make it obvious back then, doing everything in your power to avert your gaze when he would answer the door of his apartment in a black tank top or one of his black t-shirts that fit him perfectly, but now that you're in a relationship, you do little to hide the infatuation.

You can't help the scenarios that play in your head, the curiosity of what it would feel like to have one of his strong arms wrap around your throat just enough to slightly constrict your airflow plaguing your mind every chance it gets.

You're brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of one of Changbin's hands gently grabbing yours. You watch his hand guide yours to his bicep, resting it right against the swell of the muscle for you to grab at.

"Go ahead, baby," his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, and you audibly gulp at the feeling of his warm skin beneath your fingertips. "I know you love my arms."

You grip at the muscle, bringing your other hand up to do the same as you knead the flesh in your palms. Changbin brings his other arm down to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

"I do, Bin." You whisper back, looking into his eyes as your hands continue their ministrations. "I really do."

"I always wonder what's going on inside that pretty head of yours when you zone out on me." Your eyes go wide at his words, your hands freezing in their place. He softly chuckles at your reaction, rubbing his hand along where it's placed on your lower back. "Is it a secret, baby?"

You look back into his eyes, not knowing exactly how to answer him.

"I don't know." You answer honestly, never having put a whole lot of thought into whether you would actually tell him about what you imagine or not.

"Well, if it is a secret, and you find yourself wanting to let me in, I'll be here. If not, it's okay." He softly smiles at you, the arm he was flexing lowering so he can hold both your hands in his larger one. "I'll be here either way."

You smile up at him, feeling safe in his embrace as your hands move to rest against his chest while his move down to your waist. You lean into him, pressing a kiss that he returns almost immediately to his lips.

You quickly deepen the kiss, the feeling of his broad, built chest beneath your palms, the scenarios still playing in your head, and his lips against yours being enough to send your mind into overdrive.

You feel Changbin use the grip he has on your waist to guide you both to your shared bedroom, never breaking the kiss as he lets you slide your hands beneath the fabric of his muscle tee. He kicks the door closed, briefly breaking the kiss to pull his tee over his head as you do the same, carelessly tossing both somewhere in the room.

The rest of you and Changbin's clothing quickly follow suit before you lay back on your bed, pulling Changbin down with you. He hovers above you, propping his weight up on his elbows as his forearms rest on either side of your head. His hard length rests against your bare core, and you let out a whine at the contact and lack of friction.

"Bin-" you choke out when you feel him guide his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before resting his tip against your clit.

"Hm?" He softly hums, rubbing his tip along your clit to draw moans from your lips.

"P-Please-" you whimper out, hearing a moan slip past Changbin's lips before he presses his tip into your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you, relishing in the noise of pure relief you let out at the feeling of finally feeling him sink into you.

"There, baby." He breathes out, fighting to keep his voice steady when he feels your walls clench around him when he bottoms out. "Just what my girl needs."

The stretch has you keening as your eyes roll back, needing to feel him fuck you full. You buck your hips up against his and he chuckles lowly at your desperation, pulling his hips back just to snap them right back into yours.

Your hands fly up to his biceps when he finds a rhythm that has moans spilling from your lips almost endlessly. Your nails dig into his arms, leaving crescents in the surface of his skin as he fucks into you.

His pace is slow and steady, but harsh, with each of his thrusts shuffling you further up the mattress. He sits back on his heels, making sure he's still deep inside you as he lets both his hands cup your tits. He kneads the flesh in a way that is similar to how you kneaded the muscles of his arms earlier, and you let out a moan at the different form of stimulation.

He runs his hands from your chest down to your hips, holding you in place as he pulls out of you. You immediately whimper in protest, feeling empty as he carefully turns you to lay on your tummy.

"Just be patient for me, baby." He softly coos, gripping your hips so he can bring your lower half to rest on your knees, your ass in the air and on full display for his hungry eyes.

Changbin watches you nuzzle your face into the pillows as you sway your hips back and forth. He settles behind you, pushing the entirety of his length back inside you in one fluid thrust, and he has to hold your hips in place so you don't sink further into the mattress.

He quickly finds his rhythm again, hearing you almost scream into the pillows when he picks up his pace. He pulls you up until your upper body is resting on your elbows before he leans over your body to press open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blades.

"Need to hear you, baby." He moans out, snaking his hand between your thighs to rub at your clit.

Your eyes roll back, your hips pushing back to meet his as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Your moans grow higher in pitch as you get closer to your high, and when Changbin hears your moans turn into high pitched whines, he rubs at your clit with more pressure to push you over the edge.

Your thighs shake and with your mind clouded in pleasure, you grab Changbin's arm that's between your thighs and bring it up to wrap around your throat.

Changbin freezes for a few seconds, the gears in his head turning as he hurriedly resumes his thrusts, slightly tightening his arm around your throat. You immediately clench around him, so hard that he has no choice but to briefly still inside you.

He didn't think it was possible for him to get harder, but seeing the effect something as simple as his arm has on you has him aching between your walls.

"Please, please, please!" You chant, breathless as he angles his hips to hit right where you need him repeatedly.

You let out a choked sob, the knot in your stomach coming dangerously close to unraveling as you feel Changbin speed up his thrusts, chasing his high as he moans into your neck.

It only takes a few more thrusts and Changbin tightening his arm around your throat to constrict your airflow just enough to allow only choked sobs and loud whimpers of his name for you to cum around his cock with a breathless scream.

Your walls squeeze his cock as they pulse around him, triggering his release as his hips stutter and he cums inside you with a loud moan of your name.

He releases his grip around your throat, letting you collapse fully onto the bed as you take in heavy breaths. You let out a cry when he carefully pulls out of you, and he's quick to turn you over and pull you into his side, softly hushing you as he rubs a comforting hand along the expanse of your back.

Your breathing eventually slows back down to a normal pace, and you nuzzle further into Changbin's side.

"Baby?"

"Yea?" You answer, looking up at him from your spot on his chest.

"Is that what you think about every time you zone out when you're staring at my arms?"

Realization hits you in that moment, and you freeze for a minute before you nod up at him.

"Was it as good as you thought it would be?" He gently asks, watching as you shake your head in response.

"It was much better than I thought it would be." You tell him honestly, watching a smile take over his features.

He pulls you impossibly closer to him, feeling proud and content as he hears you giggle. He presses a kiss against the top of your head before a shit-eating grin stretches across his features.

"What other secrets do you have, baby?"

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gojo satoru x reader

It felt so real.. Gojo Satoru was dead. Or so you thought until you woke up in a cold sweat staring in the eyes ot your one and only.

wc 1.9k

warnings: basically sfw besides death (everyones alive lmao. He’s just a sweetheart in this one.

hope u all enjoyed as i havent had the time to write with passion until a couple days ago!

They said he was the strongest.

The six eyes.

The untouchable.

The one who stood tall over everyone else with unforgiving grace and supremacy.

Your lover..

Was dead at your feet.

His eyes that glittered effortlessly- shinier than an afternoon sun on blue ocean water blew out quicker than a fire with no wood, leaving it lifeless with the rest of his body in the center of his own blood like a seance.

Dead eyes stared up towards heaven, arms sprayed out ready to be taken where the god’s felt he shall rest for good.

You couldn’t hear your own scream of despair over your rapid heartbeat and ringing in your ear that seemed to get higher and higher.

Pitchier and pitchier.

You couldn’t even feel yourself being pulled back by his students as you tried to launch yourself to his still body; to hold his hand one last time even if it wasn’t warm anymore from the fire of his passion.

Why are you just laying there?

Get up, Satoru!

“Satoru!” You called out for him again, a glimmer of hope wishing the anguish in your voice was enough to jumpstart his heart back alive.

Satoru.

.

.

“Satoru!” You cry out, feeling wetness drain down your cheeks and swept away as they fell.

The ringing in your ears was still present as you jolt up, taking in your surroundings in a frantic state as cold shivers run up your spine from anxiety and shock.

He’s dead..

The space in front of you was a blur leaving your body in a fight or flight response, hitting whatever was in your sight- a dark silhouette of warmth grasps your shaky wrists together condemning you a danger to yourself.

He’s dead.

Another hand holds the plush of your cheek, wiping away the tears from your hot, damp skin.

The ringing slowly subsides as your name being called repeatedly echos around the room to your ears and your vision becomes clearer.

“(Y/n)..? Hey, look at me..” He calls out for you.

That velvety voice is more coarse than usual as the morning hour slowly rises to shine at you both through the thin black curtains.

Your breath starts to slow, turning into feint, uncoordinated hiccups of air; the cool breeze of the open window wisps by the curtains, lifting to let the moonlight illuminate the figure by your side.

Satoru.

The light of the moon casts over his pale skin and white hair in a sapphire blue sheen, eyes glittering down at you in confusion and worry; lost of its usual unserious nature.

The air hits your sweaty face as you begin to let yourself feel.

His warm hands you thought you’d never feel heat from again.

And the blood running through his veins, continuing to let his heart beat.

His hair messily frames his sharp face as he digests what is happening.

There was no way to describe the fear dragging in his stomach like an achor from waking to the screams of his name wailed out by you at his side.

You don’t answer his questions, instead pulled into his lean chest, basked into the healing sensation of love radiating from his lively body to yours. The thump of his heartbeat to remind you it’s still there,

that he’s still here.

His sweet words muttered quietly to the shell of your ear that it is alright,

“Everything’s okay. I’m here, baby, I’m here.” He whispers running slender fingers through your hair, lulling your worries away. “What’s wrong?” He asks full of soft fret.

Your eyes are clenched in this neck, the mental picture of his morbid body etched inside. “I’m scared to go back to sleep.” You choke out.

It hurt to even say it outloud.

But he didn’t need to hear it to know what you dreamt about.

You now lay down, head to his chest while running your fingers down his now grown out hair that tickles the base of his neck.

Gojo lays you on him, purposefully letting your head rest of the gentle thump of his steady heartbeat, large palm petting down your hair. Your breathing becomes stable, softly huffing breaths as you slowly fall asleep in his comfort.

It pinched his heart knowing dreaming of such things was an internal fear you’ve always had coming to fruition through your consciousness. He lays there wide awake listening to your light snores of sleep. Gojo couldn’t exactly blame you for having nightmares like this. He practically was playing a risky game of chess with the grim reaper every other night.

It wasn’t death that scared Gojo Satoru, the afterlife was the last thing he was scared of.

As a man whose mere existence puts the rest of the world in check, there were many things he could control. But he hated to admit there were some he just couldn’t.

However leaving you alone in a world where he watches cruelty rule over compassion, that is what scared him the most.

Your sweet, angelic self that only deserved to live a life of happiness and self-fulfillment. He was too selfish to leave you by yourself, refusing to ever let it happen.

Even if he was on his last leg, fighting the red devil to crawl through limbo to come back to you, he’d win and succeed to your embrace.

Before he met you, he’d always wondered if death was more kind.

His thoughts are cut off hearing you stir in your sleep, shifting to another position clutched on his body, heart skipping just from how peaceful and enchanting you are.

A world with you without him just simply did not exist in his eyes , and he’d keep it that way.

He’d always win, for you.

So happy to have finished this I kind love it and tried to have a more serious theme in the literature; so I hope I expressed that a bit better 🫶🏻

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Can you write some soft breakfast morning with Ghost/Simon x masc reader?

Ofc anon! Thank you for the ask, sorry it took forever but the slump has been insane. I hope you enjoy <3

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the house, along with the soft sounds of the sizzling and metal against metal. The early morning sun shone through the window, prying your eyes open to the welcoming sounds of home.

You sat up with a small groan, your body still drugged with sleep and struggling to move off the bed. The spot where Simon once lay with you was now barren and cold, but he made up for it with the smell of breakfast cooking out in the kitchen. Slipping a pair of pants on, leaving your chest bare you made your way out to the kitchen to greet him.

He stood in front of the stove in only his pajama pants, spatula in hand as he plated the bacon he had just cooked, adding more to the pile. He doesn't notice you at first, too focused on cooking you something lovely for breakfast to start both of your days.

He jumps slightly as you clear your throat and move off the wall, turning around and his face lit up. His hair was a mess and his mask no longer hiding his face from you, scars tracing his jaw and lips. It made him, him. It made him the man you loved.

"Ah… c'mere love. Was waitin' for you to wake up," he murmurs, extending an arm out and wrapping it around your waist as you step closer to him. "How'd you sleep?"

You nod, letting out a small yawn before you answer. "Yeah… I slept okay. Bit sore."

He raises a brow and pats your stomach playfully. "Oh sore? Maybe a massage love?" he suggests. letting his eyes wander over your chest, pausing on your pecs for a moment before he meets your eyes again with a cheeky grin.

"After breakfast?"

He nods happily before plating up the last of the feast he had made for the both of you. "Can do love, can do. Now, eat up. Lots of protein before we go to the gym, right?" He steps behind you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he speaks, his arms finding their way around your waist. His hands splay out over your stomach, relishing in your warmth and the sun slipping through the curtains.

You sigh, leaning into his touch and letting yourself bask in the warmth of both him and the sun. "Don't wanna' go yet…"

He chuckles, hands sliding down to your hips with a hum. "We can eat, cuddle a bit then go, yeah? Don't need to be exactly on time."

You happily agree, letting him guide you to the table as he peppers soft kisses along your neck and cheeks, murmuring words of love and affection as he guides you. "Love you s'much baby… don't wanna' ever let you go…always the best boy for me, aren't you?"

He continues to softly praise you even as he sits you down into a seat at the table, stacking your plate with freshly cooked bacon, eggs, toast and sausages. For once, his eyes were soft. He was Simon, your Simon. Only you knew of him like this, not Ghost who would kill. But Simon, who'd treasure you like you were the most valuable thing in the whole world. In his world, you were.

You both sit down to full plates of eggs, bacon, toast and sausages, the aroma surrounding the both of you. As you eat you felt eyes on you, and when you looked up you were met with Simon's eyes, looking at you lovingly as you ate.

You raise a brow in question, swallowing your food before speaking. "You gonna' eat, or stare all day?" you laugh softly, a small grin playing on your lips.

Simon raises his brow, a small smirk playing on his lips straight back at you. "Just admiring my handsome boyfriend. Or what, am I not allowed too?"

He chuckles as you shake your head and return to eating, his eyes never fully leaving you. You were his, and he, was yours.

[gejo333]

An Unexpected Match

DILF/DBF Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader

Pt. 2

Summary: You come back home from a two month long trip across Europe with friends when you meet an unexpected guest and your dad’s new best friend at your family’s backyard barbecue.

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I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

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You closed your eyes as you basked in the summer sun, enjoying the warmth of the rays against your skin. The breeze picked up as it brushed against your face and arm, gently sticking out the car window. A nice cool contrast against the heat of the sun.

"I can't believe our two-month trip across Europe is over. I want to go back." Whined your best friend who was driving. A small chuckle escaped from you, hearing her dramatic personality.

"Yeah, it was amazing. But I'm glad to be back home and lay in my bed for a whole day. It felt like we walked across Europe." You relax further into your seat, happy to be back in your suburb neighborhood of Nueva York.

"Well, sadly, not today. Don't you have that monthly barbecue today?"

"Ugh, don't even bring that up, Stephanie. Those things are so draining when you're not a kid anymore. All the nosy neighbors want to know every detail of your life." You groan out loud in frustration when you remember where the barbecue was hosted this month. "Damn, I forgot my parents are hosting this month. I thought it was next month. Out of all days to come back. You're going too." You say the last part bluntly to your friend as she looks back at you with a glare as she scoffs.

"Ugh, fine! But you owe me a meal at Jane's Diner then." Stephanie adds as you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle.

"Ok, deal." You do your handshake that you two started in elementary school before continuing to drive back to your house.

After another 15 minutes, you arrive at your driveway as Stephanie parks her car next to your dad's car. You gaze at yourself in the mirror in the car as a small frown is on your lips. You quickly make yourself presentable by fixing your hair and makeup and adding perfume to eliminate that airport stink. You smile at yourself, thinking you look good enough to enter the lion's den in your large backyard.

"We can leave the stuff in the car. It'll be safe. Are you ready?" You ask Stephanie, who just finished applying her lip gloss, smacking her lips before smiling as she exited the car.

"Let's do this!"

Instead of going through the front door, you used the gate to the fence to go straight to the backyard, where you see practically the whole neighborhood in your backyard. You spot your mother, of course, by the grill, cooking. As you try to make your way over there, neighbors who recognize you stop you to say hi before you can politely leave and get to your destination.

Right before you get to your parents, a soccer ball gently hits the side of your calf. A young brunette girl with big brown eyes wearing a soccer uniform runs over to you.

"I'm sorry!" Said the girl as she came up to you.

You looked down at her with a warm smile. You do a quick soccer trick that gets the ball back in your hands, which makes the young girl staring at you in awe. "You're totally good. Here you go." You pass her the ball, and she says thank you.

"That move was so cool! Do you play soccer?"The young girl asked.

"Sadly, not anymore. But I played for 15 years."

"Wow! I've only been playing for two years. My papa signed me up for the club team when we moved here." She said as she twiddled with the ball in her hands.

"Oh, for the Clovers? I played on that team, too, when I was a kid. It's a great club to be a part of. That's how I met my best friend here, Stephanie." You say as your friend says hello to the young girl.

The young girl's attention is drawn away when she hears a few kids call her over. "My friends are calling me back. Nice meeting you!" She smiled brightly up at you before she ran back over and began to play.

"She was sweet." Said Stephanie.

"Yeah, she was." You say as you finally get to your parents. Your mom sees you and wraps you in a big hug.

"Hi! I've missed you! Glad you were able to make it back to the barbecue. I can't wait to hear about your adventures around Europe. With your brothers back from college, it's been a house full of boys and hectic without you. Hi Stephanie, I hope you guys had fun on your trip." Your mother releases you from a hug before going to hug Stephanie. "You know that older son of mine will be excited to see you." She said, which made Stephanie's cheeks go red.

Your older brother, Jack, has been dating your best friend for months. When it first started, you were 100% for it as you would tease her about her becoming your sister.

"I didn't see him on our way in. Is he here?" Asked Stephanie.

"He went to get more ice from the corner store. He should be back in a minute, though. Oh, y/n I saw that you met Gabi. Isn't she just the sweetest thing." Said your mother. Your brows furrowed when she mentioned a name, but then you connected it with the little girl you met a few minutes ago.

"She was really sweet. It brought back memories of when I used to play soccer in that same uniform in this backyard ages ago. I know I haven't been around as frequently, but when did a new family move to the neighborhood?" You briefly look back to the kids playing some form of soccer as you smile at all their happy faces before you look back to your mom, who passed you a plate with a hot dog.

"Here. Gabi and her father moved in around two years ago from the city. They come over here a lot cause Miguel and your father are now best pals." Your mother chuckled as she continued to flip more burgers and hotdogs as you and Stephanie helped plate them.

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"So, any future Mrs. O'Hara's catch your eye?" Sam said as he passed Miguel another beer. Miguel's eyes widen slightly before looking at Sam instead of the soccer match playing on the tv in the living room.

"Great conversation starter there, Sam." Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from the bottle.

"I remember you said it a while ago to me. Was curious if my best bud was getting any action." Sam chuckled as he sat on the couch. He sighed before looking down at his small pouch.

"How do you stay so fit? It's like you haven't aged at all. Those photos of you in your college days. You look identical. I know you are 8 years younger than me. But still!" Sam grumbled as he sipped his beer and continued to watch the match.

"You've seen my workout routine. And my diet. If you did the same, you would see the results." Miguel chuckled as he watched his friend mope and look at the game.

"Yeah, I can't give up my beer and nachos. But back to my original question." Sam switched the subject, feeling the green monster slightly that his friend looked great.

"Well, when I find her. I'll know. I hope she wants to have a big family. Cause I would want to give Gabriella a couple of brothers and sisters. And also make sure that whoever I end up with loves Gabriella as if she were her own daughter."

"Well, that's good quality. But anything else? Like looks? personality qualities?" Sam asked.

"Well, if she is kind and positive."

"Miguel... Physical looks?" Sam grinned in frustration.

"If I'm attracted to her, I'm attracted to her," Miguel said as he took another sip from his beer. He would have to work another hour to ensure he could burn off this second beer.

"Alright, fine. I won't ask any more questions anymore." Sam chuckled as they went to grab a few chips from the bowl on the table. Sam's view went to the backyard, where he spotted his wife and daughter.

"Miguel, let's go outside for a bit. I want you to meet my daughter, y/n." Sam said as he stood from the couch and made his way to the backyard, followed by Miguel.

As you continued to catch up with your mom and tell her some things about your and Stephanie's trip, two hands went over your best friend's eyes.

"Guess who?" Said the man. Stephanie turns around and hugs your older brother Jack.

"Hi, Jack," Stephanie said as she kissed your brother's cheek.

"I bet you're happy to see your favorite L/N sibling." Jack chuckled as he looked at you. You playfully rolled your eyes and gently punched him on the shoulder as payback. Your brother puts a hand on his arm as he fakes a pout. "Mom, she hit me."

"Jack, your 23. Stop whining. And you too, young lady. You're 21. Not 12." Your mother lightly reprimanded you, which made you, Stephanie, and your brother try to stifle a laugh. Your mother only rolled her eyes and lightly laughed at her children's lack of maturity as she continued to grill.

"You've been working away at the grill this hour, honey. Let me take it from here." Said your father as he walked up to you and gave you a hug. "How's my little Angel doing?" Said your dad.

"She's definitely no angel." Mumbled your brother as he laughed. He stopped when Stephanie gently elbowed him in the stomach. You laugh as you roll your eyes at your brother.

"I'm doing good, Dad. How about you?" You smile as you return the hug before he switches places with your mother.

"Good as always. Oh, I'd like you to meet my friend, Miguel." Your dad pointed towards a very tall man walking your way.

His biceps naturally flexed as he moved over here. You couldn't help but slightly check him out. He had a big frame that trimmed down to a narrow waist with an obviously chiseled chest that could be technically seen as his shirt fit tight around him. His fair tan complexion glowed against the rays of the sun. He was obviously a very attractive man.

It wasn't until his reddish-brown eyes met yours that your eyes widened, and your cheeks were dusted a shade of pink.

You felt your heart pound rapidly against your chest as your gaze met his. However, you pushed your emotions down and put a smile on your face as you said, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Miguel."

"It's nice to meet you too, Y/n." He smiled as his eyes never left you, a chill going up your spine.

"S-so I heard you and your daughter moved in two years ago. How do you like the neighborhood so far?"

"It's been great so far. Everyone has been very welcoming. I heard you are a college student. What year?" Miguel moved slightly closer to you, which only you seemed to notice as your heart began to pound faster against your chest.

"S-senior. I'm going to be a senior in college." You say as you slightly move back from him, which seems to only catch his attention as he smirks for a split second at you before going back to his gentlemanly smile. You noticed the change in his lips, which reddened your cheeks.

"One more year before going into the real world. Enjoy it while it lasts. What do you study?" Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from his beer.

"Bioengineering with a concentration in genetics." Your answer.

"Oh, y/n! Miguel actually works in the same field. He works as the head of the genetics department at Alchamex. Isn't that your dream company to work at?" Said your dad as he continued to flip burgers and was oblivious (like everyone else) to the secret conversation between you and Miguel.

Miguel's smile widened, and his eyes lit up at your father's words. "Is that so. Well, maybe send me a copy of your resume, and maybe you can get an internship in my department."

"Wow, that would be amazing, Miguel. Wouldn't it y/n?" Said your father.

"Y-yeah. It would be. Thank you." You smile up at Miguel as his gaze meets yours. Staring straight into his brown eyes. So much was being said. If only you could fully decipher his secret words. Butterflies began to flutter in your stomach as he gently placed his hand against your mid-back.

"Of course. Anything for my best friend's daughter."

"Oh shoot, I forgot my phone in the car. Y/n, can you help me find it? We'll be back!" Stephanie hooked her arms around yours as she whisked you away from your family and Miguel, who you felt eyes were staring at your back as you walked away.

As the two of you made it inside the house and up the stairs to your bedroom, Stephanie pushed you inside before shutting the door.

You sit on your bed in shock from the events that recently played out in the backyard.

"Omg, y/n. Isn’t that Miguel the same Miguel you had that amazing two-night hookup with two years ago on our getaway weekend to Miami?" You look up at her with the same wide eyes as hers as you bite your lip in panic.

"Yeah, it is."

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Fogbound CH.1

Choso woke up on a bench in a town he didn’t recognize, beneath a sky the color of old porcelain. The world felt wrong—not dangerous, but detached, like he was watching it from behind glass. He knew nothing. No name. No past. But his feet itched to move.

West. He was sure of that.

He followed the pull like a compass without a face, wandering through unfamiliar streets until the instinct made him stop. Right as he passed you.

You were crouched on the sidewalk, digging through your bag for something—keys maybe. Choso’s steps faltered. Something heavy pressed in his chest, and he turned around.

“Excuse me,” he said, and you looked up, startled. “Do you know me?”

You blinked at him. “Are you trying to pick me up? Because that’s a weird opener.”

Choso tilted his head, clearly confused. “Pick you up? Why would I do that? Wouldn’t that be kidnapping?”

You snorted, caught between amusement and concern. “That’s not—okay, wow. That’s not what that means.”

He stared blankly. You sighed and straightened up. “Alright, buddy. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I woke up in this town. I don’t remember anything…except that I’m looking for someone.”

You hesitated. Most people would walk away. But you volunteered at a local shelter, and helping people was sort of your thing—especially lost ones. And this guy looked like he’d wandered out of a war.

You made a split-second decision that your future self would either thank you for or curse completely.

“…Alright, listen,” you said. “You can crash at my place. Just until you figure things out.”

Choso looked confused again, but nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

As you walked side by side, you noticed the way he glanced at you—like you were the first familiar thing he’d seen all day.

Stepping into your apartment, Choso immediately noticed how warm it felt—not just in temperature, but in atmosphere. It was decorated nicely, lived-in without being cluttered. His eyes moved over a vase of fresh flowers sitting beside a small Lego statue, the incongruity somehow making perfect sense. On a nearby shelf, a stick of Old Spice leaned against a cluster of elegant perfume bottles. He didn’t question it. None of it was his business.

Still, something about this space settled his nerves. The world outside had felt strange—tilted, too loud, too empty all at once. But here… here felt safer. Not whole, but less broken.

You set your bag down and motioned toward the couch. “Go ahead. Sit wherever.”

Stiffly, he lowered himself onto the edge of the cushion, like he wasn’t sure he had the right. His eyes wandered again, taking in the little touches—books with cracked spines, tiny cute ornaments tucked between potted plants basking in the sun through your window.

You disappeared briefly, then returned with a steaming mug. You handed it to him gently, and he stared at it like it might be part of a ritual he’d forgotten. He held it for a few seconds, letting the warmth seep into his hands, before placing it on the coffee table without a word.

You didn’t push. Instead, you sat across from him, legs curled up beneath you, and asked softly, “What’s your name?”

He hesitated. His mouth opened. Closed.

“I don’t know.”

“…Okay. Do you remember how old you are?”

Again, nothing. His brows furrowed like he was trying to pull answers out of a fog that refused to clear.

“Where you came from?”

A beat. Then a small shake of his head. “It’s like… trying to grab smoke.”

You nodded, your expression calm, nonjudgmental. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Choso looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a second his chest ached with something he couldn’t name. He didn’t know why, but this moment—this room, your voice, the quiet presence of your kindness—felt like the first solid thing he’d touched since waking up.

You rest your chin in your hand, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as you study him. There’s a weight in the air now—a shared silence filled with uncertainty. After a moment, you nod to yourself, settling on a plan.

“Okay,” you say gently. “First thing’s first—we’ll try to get some help. I’m going to take a photo of you, if that’s alright? Just for a report to the police and to call around some local hospitals. Maybe someone filed a missing persons case or there’s a facility wondering where you went.”

He looks uncertain but nods slowly. You pull out your phone and take a quick picture—nothing too close, just enough to capture his face and the details someone might recognize. He doesn't ask to see it. Maybe it doesn’t even occur to him.

You make a few notes on your phone before gesturing toward the hallway. “There’s a bathroom down there—first door on the right. Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll keep making calls while you’re in there.”

Choso hesitates for only a moment before rising, quietly padding away.

The bathroom is small, clean, and scented faintly with eucalyptus from a diffuser tucked into the corner. He closes the door behind him and moves toward the mirror, flipping on the light. It's the first time he’s seen himself since waking up in that unfamiliar town.

The man staring back at him is a stranger—almost. His hair is a wild, matted mess, and his eyes look worn, shadowed, but there’s something there now. A flicker of life. Of recognition. The markings beneath his eyes catch his attention next, odd lines on his skin that feel like they shouldn’t be there… but then, just for a second, they seem to shift.

Not physically, not quite. But something about them moves—in his memory, in his mind.

And then the thought rises, unbidden and powerful:

“My name is… Choso.”

He grips the edges of the sink, the words grounding him in something real. Something true.

The rest of the shower passes in a blur—water too hot, steam curling against the mirror as he scrubs away dried sweat and dirt he hadn’t even noticed before. When he steps out, a towel slung around his waist, he finally registers how filthy his clothes had been—dusty, stained, like he’d walked through a war zone.

He cracks the door open, intending to ask you for something clean to wear.

But the moment he steps into the hallway, he nearly runs into someone—tall, unfamiliar, and definitely not you.

The man looks just as surprised, pausing mid-step with a bag of takeout in one hand and a confused scowl beginning to form.

“…Who the hell are you?”

[veilosdaigoa]

Daily Writing Challenge February 2025 Day 1 - Hypnotic, Star

Fingertips glided gently along his bare side, the muscles beneath twitching slightly in response to the familiar touch. Without even opening his eyes, he smiled, “Morning, my sunshine.”

The ethereal, feminine voice spoke softly against his cheek before lips pressed to the edge of his own, “Stay asleep, it’s not yet time to wake.”

He did as asked, mind lingering somewhere just before a state of unconsciousness as he pulled her body against his to bask in her perpetual warmth for a few moments longer before the horrid dawn arrived and ruined it all. “The kids..” He mumbled in his somnolent state.

She hummed softly, stroking her fingers through his hair, “They’re fine. Just stay asleep for now, just a little bit longer. I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

“Never. I’m not going anywhere.” Lips greedily met lips and he finally cracked his eyes open only to discover he was alone and had fallen asleep yet again on the pull-out couch in his office at The Shielded Mind.

This had become a habit of his at this point. Working late, deciding he was too tired to go home and instead crashed here where he wouldn’t be surrounded by their personal effects, photographs, and memories of what once was. He recognized it wasn’t terribly healthy, mentally or physically, but everyone dealt with loss in their own ways, and his grief seemed to come and go with the tides.

It had been a particularly difficult couple of months, but the beginning of the year was ripe for seasonal depression after the excitement of the holidays faded away. Then there was the love holiday to deal with, and birthdays of those now long gone - there were worse ways of coping than being avoidant of home.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up and peeked out the window to the darkened street below, pulling on a pair of loose pajama pants before making his way towards the front stoop of the clinic. He lit up a cigarette, another coping mechanism he told his own patients to avoid, yet here he was enjoying the same disgusting, yet calming habit. The hypnotic hum of the nearby streetlamps lulled him into a comfortable state of dissociation, focusing solely on the rhythmic pull and exhale of smoke.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, staring blankly up towards the stars above, cigarette now long burnt out but still dangling loosely between lips. There was a muted voice somewhere in the back of his mind, but right now all he could hear was that incessant hum growing louder and louder.

“Veilos!”

The exclamation startled him out of his catatonia as he focused on Doctor Xanelen Deh’lorei standing nearby with a concerned expression. He was well put together as always, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt as if he were at work. But it was still the middle of the night, that didn’t seem right.

“...Are you well?”

Veilos took the cigarette butt out from between his lips and glanced over towards the dawning sun with a furrowed brow. Somewhere in there he had lost a few hours. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last.  “Hmm? Just a long night is all.”

Xanelen eyed the man over, the worry still evident in his gaze, “Go home, Veil. Take the day off.”

“No no, I’m fine. I have some appointme-”

“GO HOME Doctor Dai’goa. I’ll see to them myself.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order. Even if Xanelen wasn’t technically his boss, he was his Doctor and he knew Veil better than anyone else did given their time in the military spent serving together.

“Yeah. Let me just get my stuff and I’ll go…” He refrained from saying ‘home’, currently uncertain if his path would take him there today or not. He could use a shower and a fresh pair of clothes, at the very least, and then just maybe he could fall back into that wonderful dream.

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[salty-autistic-writer]

Snippet in which Tommy wakes up with his head on Evan's chest.

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Warm.

Eyes closed, Tommy still vacillates between sleep and awareness but he does notice that he’s warm. He’s always hated being cold so waking up like this is nice. The sensation doesn’t stem from the sunbeams falling through the windows and brightening up the room though. No, he’s basking in the warmth of another body. His boyfriend’s body.

His boyfriend. Who is in bed with him, running his fingers through Tommy’s hair in a gentle steady rhythm. It feels so good, it gives Tommy tingles and a part of him wants to lean into the caress like an oversized touch-starved cat.

For a hazy confused moment, he doesn’t even want to open his eyes at all. What if this is just the remnant of a dream? Wishful thinking? Is his imagination playing tricks on his mind?

But with sleep fading, Tommy starts to feel more. Vague blurry sensations form into something concrete. Something real.

Evan’s warmth and familiar scent are all around him. Tommy can hear the vibrating echo of his steady heartbeat and realizes he has his head on Evan’s chest. That’s definitely a new way of waking up. He opens his eyes and blinks into the bright light of the late morning sun. Right. It’s a free weekend. No alarm clock. No work. No calls. Just them.

Evan is laying on his back, head propped up against a pillow, staring at something on his phone while he continues to play with Tommy’s hair. His own curls are tousled and his mouth is slightly open, his eyes having that laser-focused expression that they always get when Evan discovers something captivating.

“What are you looking at?” Tommy mutters and clears his throat, voice still a little hoarse from sleep.

“Hey, morning to you,” Evan says, smiling down at him. “I was trying to find the best hill for what we planned for tomorrow.”

Right. The hike. A hike with a picnic. Tommy's heart jumps through another enthusiastic loop.

“I want a nice hill,” Evan explains seriously. “With a nice view. And I still have to make a list of what we have to bring. Sunscreen, mosquito spray, bandaids and bandages just in case, hiking socks … Wait. Do you even have proper hiking socks? They prevent your feet from getting sweaty and developing blisters.”

“Yeah, I do have proper hiking socks,” Tommy says, mildly amused. He loves it when Evan goes into full organizing mode.

Tommy raises his head a little, blinking at the dark wet spot he left on Evan’s shirt. “I drooled on your chest,” he states, a bit embarrassed.

Evan chuckles. “Yeah, you woke up like an hour ago, muttered something about too cold, then snuggled up against me, pressed your cold toes into my legs and put your head on my chest. After that, you went back to sleep and started to snore. It was cute.”

Tommy’s breath hitches.

Cute.

Huh.

Evan just called him cute. No one called him cute before. Tommy doesn’t know what to say. Or how to breathe. He’s drowning in the fuzzy sensation of being in love. God. He really got it bad. This man stumbled into his life and into his helicopter out of nowhere and managed to steal Tommy’s whole damn damaged heart in the process.

“Babe. Are you okay?” Evan asks, still smiling, but his brows creasing into a subtle frown.

Tommy’s breath starts to run away from him.

Babe. Cute. Are you okay. Waking up on Evan’s chest. Evan’s fingers playing with his hair. Evan watching him sleep.

It’s so much. It’s too much. It’s too good. Good things don’t last. People leave. They leave and all that stays is the cold. Tommy can’t breathe. It’s almost as if the air got sucked out of the room.

He starts to feel lightheaded and lost. A boat on the ocean, thrown around by invisible forces. But then, Evan is there, wrapping his arms around Tommy and whispering, “Breathe. You got to breathe, babe.”

Tommy tries. He inhales shakily, listens to Evan’s breaths and tries to match them. It works. He can breathe again and the dizziness fades. But now he’s embarrassed … Why can’t he spend a morning in bed with his boyfriend without having some kind of panic attack about stupid abandonment issues?

Evan puts his hand on Tommy’s chest, feeling for his heart. “You want to tell me what this was about?”

Tommy sighs. “I was just a little overwhelmed. This is … It’s nice. I like it. It makes me happy. But my stupid mind starts to overthink and I end up being scared I will lose this. You.”

Because you could disappear in so many different ways … A fight. A breakup. An accident. A call gone bad. An illness. Something we can't fight. Something we can’t defeat.

“I have those overthink-moments too,” Evan says quietly. “We’ve been through a lot of loss. Guess our minds are so used to losing people and things, that they hesitate to trust this. I can’t promise you that nothing will ever happen to any of us. But I promise you I will always try my best to come back here. Come back to you. And since we are not able to know the future, maybe we can focus on the moment. Because this morning is a moment I really love.”

“I love it too,” Tommy says, turning to face Evan, and meeting his beautiful eyes. He can see himself inside them. Maybe he can allow himself to be like Evan sees him. He definitely can ask for something he wants. “Can we stay in bed a little longer?”

“Oh, don't worry, I’m not getting up any time soon,” Evan says with a chuckle. “I sent you like 30 Instagram Reels while you were snoring and drooling on my chest. You want to watch them now?”

Tommy smiles. “Yeah, sure.”

He puts his head back on Evan’s chest and they watch the Reels, laughing together. Later, they shower together, have breakfast together, and go to buy a picnic blanket together. When they look around in the shop, Evan takes Tommy's hand and it's such a subtle yet heart-rate-elevating thing. An anchor. It soothes Tommy's stormy mind and makes it trust the happiness a little more. Piece by piece. Step by step.

They do find and buy their own picnic blanket. It makes them ridiculously happy.

A moment saved in their memories.