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toxicanonymity · 2 days ago

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The Pull

CLARK KENT x SUPERGIRL!READER | 3640 words (18+)

SUMMARY: No one was as fiercely good as your cousin. No one did as much good, either. Then, one Sunday night, you got a glimpse of another side to him. Maybe he could be a little bad after all... if you were lucky.

NOTES: First time writing Clark. Not comic-savvy but i loved Superman 2025 so much omg. Kink warning banner by me and you can use it. other dividers by saradika-graphics. I hope y'all have a great start to your week! ❤️

WARNINGS: 18+, sexual tension, fluff, banter, ⚠️ cousinly incest, the lightest somnophilia, feeling, groping, masturbation, voyeurism, size difference, size kink

His old apartment didn't have a guest bedroom, and for a while, he didn't mind sharing his king bed when you visited. He was a sound sleeper and unbothered by your moving around. A handful of times, you woke up with your head on his shoulder and hand on his chest, with his arm around you.

You and Clark were close, and there’d always been healthy affection between you. You didn't have to call him “Clark” in private, and certainly not in your head, but it helped to think of him that way. Sometimes you'd revert to “Kal,” often when you were drunk. But you liked “Clark.” Admired his commitment to journalism. Liked the way he looked in his work clothes and those glasses.

You and Clark texted and talked on the phone about your days, your plans, your hopes and dreams, and even mused about traveling together like normal people if life would ever allow it. You’d wait in lines, take public transportation, and go through airport security. It put a smile on your face to imagine Big Blue crammed into a plane seat designed for the average human. Even in Business Class, it would look like one of those little tykes chairs. The man was massive.

You'd come stay with him whenever you pleased. Whenever you got lonely, though you wouldn't admit that's why you were there. You didn't say it out loud - you didn't have to. There was a lot you didn't have to say out loud to each other.

There was one night where he offered to take the sofa, and that night, the sofa was where you both fell asleep after watching a movie. That was where he held you in against his front, almost like a teddy bear. He kissed the crown of your head just before falling asleep, and he probably didn't even know what he was doing when he cupped your breasts in the middle of the night.

When you woke up to one big hand spanning both your nipples, your breath hitched and desire swelled deep in your gut. His fingertips were tucked under your arm, holding his hand in place. The slow rhythm of his chest against your back told you he was still asleep. You took a deep breath, tits swelling against his hand. And then, you registered the massive bulge against your back side, a burst of need shot through your chest. It was warm, thick, and not quite stiff at that point. But almost as soon as you felt it, the package swelled against you through his sweatpants. Not quite stiff, but not soft, either. The heft of it was startling.

Then it twitched, and your every neuron lit up with a message right from his cock: He was a man, and you were a woman. You would fit together just right, and it would feel so, soooo good.

It was a message he didn't mean to send, but one that would echo forever. A message your hormones would never let you forget in his presence again. Cousins or not, metahumans or not, there could be something between you.

In that moment, a hardening cock was between you, and your pussy was slickening itself extra for the size of it.

Not daring to move, you took deep and measured breaths until your heartrate slowed again and you were close to drifting off. In your half awake state, your bottom pushed back against him, and a barely audible grunt escaped his lips as his hips returned the push, making you swoon and gush.

Fuck.

FUCK.

It was more excitement than you could remember feeling… ever.

More arousal than any man on any planet had ever managed to make you feel…. and he did it…in his …sleep.

Genuinely wondering if you’d ever been so horny, only one memory came to mind as a contender: a pretty face between your legs in the backseat of a car one night. Her name was Mona. Maybe that was why the man of steel seemed more at ease with you in his bed back then. You’d only ever brought girls to meet him.

One night, when the two of you were catching up over sushi, you’d seen an assumption fall away from Clark’s face all at once.

He asked if you were seeing anyone.

“Define seeing,” you’d laughed.

”You having fun?” He rephrased with a smile. ”Yeah? Tell me about her, heartbreaker…” That was Clark-speak for ‘slut’ (affectionate).

With a playful, evasive sparkle in your eyes, you paused for a sip of sake, then asked, “You sure it's not a *him*?”

It was still so clear in your memory: The way his face opened, his eyes darted to your lips, then his gaze fell down your body. It was subtle, but it made your cheeks warm. He cleared his throat, and the friendly banter returned to his eyes. “Yeah? Is it a lucky guy this time?”

His eyes followed your arms as you crossed them and sat back.

“Are you x-ray-ing me for cum right now, you fucking pervert?” you accused with a big laugh.

“Am I? Whaaa–no,” he stumbled. “Gosh, Kara,” he laughed with his cheeks flushing pink. He would never, and you couldn’t resist teasing him.

After a good laugh, he continued, “I just…” he swallowed and his eyes searched the sushi bar behind you before meeting your gaze again. “I'm happy for you,” he said. “Whatever, whoever makes you happy…makes me happy.”

You shared a sincere smile and could still see him processing behind the new slight squint of his handsome, blue eyes…. He might have been wondering when this started, or whether you’d always been bi. Maybe even how many guys you'd fucked (in sheer, judgment-free curiosity, of course). He probably wasn't wondering how much dick you could take, though. That would be too far for Clark.

“Well you wouldn’t find anything down there,” you added a few seconds too late to sound casual talking about hypothetical cum. He'd already abandoned that topic mentally, so you glanced down to your skirt and added, “today, anyway,” with a coy shrug.

“Hey, I don't wanna know,” Clark raised his hands with a smile, and the subject was changed.

Despite your body buzzing with need, you’d managed to fall back asleep at some point. No doubt about what you were dreaming of.

By the time Clark woke up, it was 4:00 am. Something felt good, really good, and it was throbbing against you, thick and stiff. Then, something felt wrong. “Good….golly,” he whispered to himself, pulling his hips back and letting go of your breasts.

He reached between you to adjust himself with a quiet, self-loathing grumble. He stayed where he was, but moved his hand to your arm instead, softly brushing your forearm with his thumb. With a deep breath, his massive chest pushed against your back, then he let out a sigh, relieved to be safe from the primitive reflexes that had awoken in his sleep. He rested his chin on your hair. After a few minutes, he pressed a light kiss to the crown of your head, then scooped you up as easily as a teddy bear as he exited the sofa, all without waking you up. He carried you to his bed, tucked you in, and left you alone.

When you woke up to the smell of bacon frying and coffee dripping, you didn’t hear music like you normally might have. He wanted to let you sleep a little longer while he tried to shake off what just happened. For all he knew, you weren’t aware, and you acted like nothing happened.

In the kitchen, Clark’s forearm flexed as he whisked a bowl of eggs. When you walked in, he smiled to himself like he had a surprise.

“French toast??” You asked in exaggerated disbelief.

“It's your lucky day,” he confirmed.

You hopped up onto the counter to watch him cook. Dangling your legs playfully, you resisted the urge to play footsy with his thigh. Your shorts weren’t quite visible under your loose button-down shirt. You turned around to find his portable speaker, then twisted away from him, got up on your knees, and reached down the higher counter for it. With a brief glance back at him, you hoped to see his eyes on your ass, but his gaze was studiously fixed on the batter. You brought the speaker with you and turned it on.

“God, you've got such a sweet tooth,” Clark chuckled. “I dunno how you eat it. There's no flavor!” he teased.

“That's what maple syrup is for,” you shrugged.

“You want maple syrup instead of powdered sugar?” he asked.

“No, I want both.”

“Gah-lee,” he laughed.

“You should try it. You’re always telling me to give stuff a chance,” you reminded him. Not this kind of stuff, of course. Normally people, actually. Clark liked to believe in the good in people. He believed in giving them a chance.

“You want me to eat French toast for breakfast?” Clark laughed.

“Yep,” you said. “Can I make the bacon”

“Yeah, alright, but not too crispy,” he cautioned.

“SO crispy,” you replied.

He shook his head with a smile, beat the whisk on the side of the bowl, and set it down. You hopped down off the counter and gave his butt a playful little pop as you passed behind them.

“Hey!” he objected in good humor.

Clark didn’t mind cooking a full breakfast on a workday. You admired that about him… about morning people. Responsible people who went to bed at a reasonable hour and woke up with energy. Never hungover. You reserved leisurely breakfasts for the weekends and treated weekdays as a chore to get through, but to Clark, every day was deserving of enjoyment.

At the breakfast table, you sliced a nice juicy bite of french toast and held your hand under it as you stood up. With a forward tilt of his head, he gave a look of false admonishment, raising his eyebrows. When you brought the bite toward him with a devious smile, he relented to the joy in your eyes and opened his mouth. You sat down and propped your head on your cheek, watching him playfully.

He didn't react at all.

“Well, you don't hate it,” you observed.

He finished chewing and swallowed, jaw muscles flexing. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It tastes like nothing. It's just sugar, cous.”

You shrugged and kept eating. “It’s really good,” you said with your mouth full. Then swallowed and added, “My compliments to the chef.”

With half a smile and one dimple, he nodded in mock pride.

You cut another piece, dipped it in maple syrup, then sprinkled powdered sugar on top and looked up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“No,” Clark shook his head. “Absolutely not,” he raised a giant hand in protest.

“Come on, try it.” You leaned toward him.

He pulled his head away, leaned back and even pushed his chair back. He was trying to be serious, but could have broken into a laugh at any moment from the look in his eyes. “I've still gotta go to work. That much sugar is gonna have me crashing in an hour!”

“Oh, come on. Your metabolism is ridiculous.”

“The people need my journalism, Kara. I can’t be passed out at my desk.”

“A second bite of french toast isn’t gonna make Superman crash,” you giggled.

He took a sip of his coffee, set it back down, then folded the Daily Planet paper, and held it with one hand.

His chair was still pushed back.

After a moment, you popped up out of your seat, fork in hand, stepped toward his chair, and swung your leg over his lap. Straddling those muscular thighs was a nice deep stretch in your groin. Your legs were spread so far it was almost hard to balance. You couldn’t reach the floor with both feet at the same time.

“Whoa, okay,” Clark said and put the paper down with a chuckle. .

His eyes followed the buttons on your shirt to where the fabric met his sweatpants, then his gaze returned to your face with a little groan of complaint. His eyes softened, and he began to open his mouth, then your balance faltered. He caught you and steadied you with both hands on your waist, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You good?” he asked.

Being that close to his face, with both his hands on you, you really were good. The need you felt made you lightheaded.

His enormous hands idly slid down to your hips. Desire sizzled in your belly and pooled between your legs. You heard yourself let out a nervous giggle, and your face heated.

“Alright, come on, goofball,” he said, then opened his mouth wide.

You fed him the most overdressed abomination of a bite of french toast you’d probably ever seen.

When you pulled the fork from between his lips, his eyebrows went up, his mouth scrunched, and he chewed a couple of times, and then swallowed.

“Geez louise,” he coughed, then leaned forward and stole your glass of orange juice. As he reached behind you again to put the juice back, his eyes fell on your chest for a moment, where your shirt had fully unbuttoned and hung open.

He looked at his watch. “Alright,” he patted your thighs. “Daddy's gotta bring home the bacon.”

You laughed. “You’re gonna bring home the bacon to yourself?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a self-deprecating smile. Then held you by the waist once more, lifted you off his lap, and set you aside, then picked up the paper.

Curious if you’d left a wet spot on his gray pants you glanced at his lap and you didn’t see a wet spot, but what you did see in the corner of your eye made your breath hitch. It was only a split-second before he was holding the newspaper in a way that casually blocked his crotch. You looked away, and tried not to look back, but your heart swelled at the idea of him turned on by having you in his lap. It filled you with yearning. You sat down and made a point of looking at your plate as you scarfed down your toast.

Clark was stuffing bacon into his mouth. When the plates were empty, you got up to take them to the sink. You looked back on your way to the kitchen and saw him adjust himself before standing up. God, those pants should be illegal. “I gotta get dressed,” he announced, still holding the newspaper. “See you later, okay?”

You turned the hot water on in the sink and left it soaking the dishes. Then, with a spring in your step, you crossed the kitchen to give him a hug.

He crouched down to meet you, and you put your arms around his neck. While his arms squeezed, his lower body wasn't as close. “Have a good day,” he whispered. “You got your key?”

He began to stand back up, and for a moment you thought about jumping him. Refusing to let go of his neck, making him stand up with you attached, then wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah,” you agreed without acting on the impulse.

He kissed you on the cheek and said “Good.”

For a moment, it stung that he seemed to want you to leave, but at least you had a key. “Be good,” you smiled.

“I'm always good,” he reminded you playfully, then tousled his hair with one hand as he turned toward his bedroom. You watched him disappear into his bedroom, then he threw the newspaper onto his bed, reached over his back and took off his shirt.

God, he was hotter than any man on earth. No wonder Luther hated him so much. Clark’s shower turned on. Luther probably wanted to fuck him, too, you figured. You pondered it as you did the dishes, then you let yourself out.

Your cousin’s hug goodbye had felt like he was pushing you out the door, but the further away you got, it felt like his energy was pulling you back. The sensation was physical. Unmistakable.

As you exited the elevator on the ground floor, the magnetism from the penthouse slowed your steps. It was as though gravity was holding the two of you together, and you were more bound by the pull between you than Earthly physics.

You said goodbye to the concierge and stepped outside. Gazing into the sky, you were saddled with too much desire to take flight. The pull from the top floor of the building was making your blood hum. Each step you took, it was like you were fighting the will of your body, or some other force within you. Each step, anxiety built–butterflies swarmed in your tummy and fluttered up to your chest.

Clark couldn’t have been more than a few minutes behind you. If you lingered, you could walk with him on his way to work.

When he hadn’t come out after a few minutes, and the butterflies hadn’t left your chest, you went back inside.

“Should I call Mr. Kent?” the concierge asked.

“No thanks. I called him,” you lied with a smile.

You weren't sure why you were being so much quieter than usual, until you stepped off the elevator on the penthouse floor and heard your cousin's breathing. A regular human wouldn't have heard it, but you did. His heart thumped in your ears and his breath was crisp and vivid. It was unmistakable, and it made your breath hitch. This breathing was labored, but not like he was in a fight or working out. It was sensual. Littered with almost-moans that caught in his throat. Grunts and gasps.

Driven by sheer need, you did something Clark would never do to you. You stood outside his apartment, put your hands on your hips, and your eyes tingled as you peered right through the wall. And then another wall. In the bathroom, he was standing with his feet spread, pants unzipped and unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up, one half of his shirt tail out, his hand wrapped around his thick, stiff cock.

Weak in the knees, you braced your hands on the outside wall of his penthouse suite. You wet your lips and took a deep breath, then held it, listening to the squish of his palm around his shaft. Each stroke was palpable between your legs. Tension seeded in your belly. It twisted and wound itself tighter with each heavy breath that hit your ear.

Your blood felt dizzy under his panting, He was stifling deep moans for no one but himself in the mirror. He didn’t look in the mirror. He looked down. A perfect, dark curl was falling onto his forehead. His massive biceps stretched his white shirt, and his undertank was visible. The back of his work shirt was still tucked in, accentuating the silhouette of his profile.

“Ohh,” he moaned. “Gah…nn–Ughhhgh.” His hand sped up,

With one hand still on the wall, you slid your hand into your still mostly-unbuttoned shirt. Squeezeing your thighs together, you grabbed your breast and whispered, “fuck.” It sounded like he could be getting close. Your cunt was throbbing, and your panties were soaked through. The tension in your belly couldn’t wind itself up any further.

He approached the sink, turned on the water, and braced his furthest hand on the mirror. His lips curled toward his nose and his chest heaved with a scowl as the rhythm of his hand sped up. He closed his eyes.

Abandoning your breast, you brought the heel of your palm to grind against the outside of your shorts, and the tension snapped. Pleasure seized your core, and your thighs trembled. You braced both hands on the wall and shuddered with the pull and push of your orgasm sharpening your nipples and giving you goosebumps.

Clark’s lips parted, and he groaned as he pointed his load into the running water. His hips pushed forward with each rope, unleashed it like a fire hose. “Ugh—ah–ughhhhh,”he groaned as he came.

As he finished, he exhaled loudly and tilted his head back, displaying his masculine veins and Adam's apple. The skin of his neck was clammy with a cold sweat. Catching his breath, he glanced in your direction and you stopped watching, allowing the walls to become opaque in your vision once again.

You rested your forearm against the wall, your head against your forearm, resting, catching your breath.

It could only have been a few minutes before Clark’s front door opened.

“Kara?” he asked. “You okay?” He squinted and stepped toward you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

You lifted your head from your forearm and looked at him in a daze. He was wearing a full suit and his glasses. His aftershave smelled so, so good. Especially as your imagination made you detect a whiff of something else under it.

“Yeah, I…I got lightheaded,” you admitted.

He raised his eyebrows and gave an I-told-ya-so smile. “Don’t tell me a little french toast made Supergirl crash…”

You smiled, and he pulled you off the wall. You looked up at him hopefully and he opened his arms. “Alright, come here,” he offered. “But I’m putting you down half-way there…”

“And then I’ll carry you the rest of the way,” you offered as he began to walk down the hall with you on his hip like a toddler.

“Forget about it,” he laughed.

“I could,” you protested.

“I know you could! Can you imagine me getting dropped off to work that way?”

“It’d be good for your cover,” you pointed out. “Clark can’t be Superman…did you see his ride to work?”

You shared a laugh and an intimate glance.

Thank you so much for reading! If you liked it, please consider leaving a comment about what you enjoyed, which helps me write more of them. More to come if there's interest. I've drafted the next part and god it's so hot I could barely finish writing it 😳 - but haven't thought far beyond that next part yet. ❤️❤️

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demigodwithoutthegodpart · 1 day ago

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This is one of the reasons I love my job. I know the ins and outs of it and I've gotten it down to a science. I'm a closer at a cafe, and I'm probably the best one our store has (not to brag). I learned how to close when we were running skeleton crew and didn't have a second to spare during the morning rush which made me keep an eye out for any and every detail. When anyone asks, I say I close like I'm preparing for the apocalypse because it means one of 2 things: We were prepared or less work for tomorrow.

I've been told I know how to pace a close regardless of what time we close at. What I actually know is what I can get done early, and I can anticipate what will need to be done before we all leave for the day. I can look at a drink base and know we will need another 2 gallons at the end of the night. Boom, one less task. I can stock things that are sorta low so that they are good by the time we close up. I can make extra containers of things that will last a week because I know we will use it.

I can also anticipate what will need to be done during future shifts. On a Thursday, I'll make enough cream cheese cups to get us until Sunday because we will have the most time to make them Sunday. I make blended-drink base based on the temperatures throughout the week and based on which day will be best for making more. I'll make backup bins of toppings when one runs out but I wont open the bag so the next person doesn't have to get a new bin. I stock milk better than the grocery store because nobody wants to run out of 2% while in the middle of a Friday morning rush.

When I taught people how to pull product to thaw, they asked me how much of each thing to pull. I'd rattle some numbers off the top of my head and write them down. They would ask me how I know that. I'm not sure entirely how; the numbers sort of just come to me. But, by keeping an eye on what we have and whats selling, I can get a rough idea of whats going and how much we will need to replenish it.

I've been at this job on and off for 5 years now. What I first learned isn't a part of my job anymore as the place has changed and I've moved locations. But, similar to @weaselle above, I had to learn to manage a machine with specific time constraints which gave me a very important set of skills I took with me as I took on other positions.

We had an egg machine that made 6 egg patties at a time. It took 2 minutes if it had been idle for a while and 2 minutes 30 seconds if egg batches were done back to back. Eggs could be prepped ahead of time, but they were only good for 30 minutes. We were a drive thru with the expectation that you get everything out in under 3 minutes. Time Was Everything. One had to learn to balance eggs on hand and eggs in the process of cooking with ebbs and flows of cars in the drive thru. Keeping your eggs stash stocked during the morning rush was a must, you didn't want to fall behind. You had to time egg-making with drink-only orders and you had to put together the middle of the sandwich while the bread was toasting. But, you wanted to make sure you didn't overstock and have eggs go to waste later on.

I learned to watch the driver thru order taker and which buttons they pressed. Id be over at the bagel wall by the time the order popped up on my screen when I saw them hit one of the buttons. My goal was to get everything out before the car even pulled up to the window so that I wouldn't slow anything down. I obtained the super useless skill of being able to put cream cheese on a bagel really fast without any coming out of the hole in the middle.

A lot of times I get asked if I get bored of closing; most people at my store hate closing and can't understand why I haven't gone insane doing the same thing 5 days a week for the past year. I'm passionate about the little details and I like setting people up for success. There comes a lot of joy in figuring out that if I stack the dishes in a certain way then they won't slide out and fall on my head. There's joy in coming in and hearing my mid-shift manager thanking me for refilling a certain powder because it was low and I *knew* that they were going to run out during that morning's rush. For me there's joy in the little things, the small details, and the seemingly unimportant.

Anyway, I think I got a little lost in the sauce while writing is but point is I love my job. If it paid a living wage, I might stay here forever. I love knowing every little detail like how to submit a ticket when food has gone off, how to fix the espresso machines when they get stuck, or where my boss hid that one box of product we need. My coworkers come to me when they have questions because they know I will have an answer whether it's stashed in my brain or not, and I hope to continue being a beacon of learning for them for many years to come.

#coffee #food service #joy in the little things #food

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calismashup · 3 days ago

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ pervy!rumi as your roommate ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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pervyroommate!rumi who steals your used panties and bites her fingers while imagining you naked, only to then put them close to her face and smell you.

pervyroommate!rumi who watches you get changed through the keyhole, swallowing hard and promising that one day she will make you sigh in that way that is only hers.

pervyroommate!rumi who always “forgets” to knock and comes in just to see you naked - and then asks with a crooked smile: “You’re not going to tell me to leave, are you?”

pervyroommate!rumi who pretends to bump into you in a towel just to feel your skin, and then locks herself in the bathroom moaning softly at the memory of your body pressed against hers.

pervyroommate!rumi who lies on your bed when you leave, burying her face in your pillow, sliding her fingers through her pussy, while murmuring “just a little more... just one more time...” between muffled moans.

pervyroommate!rumi who always uses your hairbrush and then runs her fingers through it, staring at the strands stuck there - as if each one were an intimate reminder of your existence.

pervyroommate!rumi who offers you a bottle of water whenever you come home sweaty from the gym... what you don't know is that she's used her mouth on it before, several times - just to feel what it would be like to have you licking something that came from her.

pervyroommate!rumi who sits in your chair when you're not there, spreads her legs, and rubs herself right there, just to leave her scent there. Then she watches your reaction when you come back and say that something there "is a bit hot today, isn't it?"

pervyroommate!rumi that takes advantage of the fact that you are taking a shower, enters your room, takes a pair of recently used panties from the basket and puts them between her legs while masturbating leaning against your desk, moaning your name softly.

pervyroommate!rumi who runs her cum-slicked finger over your favorite lipsticks. She loves imagining your soft mouth being moisturized with her taste - and watches carefully as you unknowingly apply it to your lips.

pervyroommate!rumi who lies on your bed and puts one of your socks between her legs to masturbate vigorously. Then she just folds it and puts it back in the same place, smiling when she sees you use it the next day without even suspecting what she did.

+extra fem!reader who catches rumi watching her sleep

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You wake with that strange feeling - the one that settles in slowly, like a whisper clinging to the back of your neck. The room is too quiet, as if the world is holding its breath. Still drowsy, you open your eyes slowly, expecting to see the usual predawn darkness.

But you're not alone.

Rumi is there.

Sitting beside your bed, so close that her scent fills the air—sweet, familiar...and strangely intense. Her eyes fixed on you, as if observing something sacred. As if in a trance.

"rumi?" your voice is low, scratchy, somewhere between shock and doubt. You rub your eyes, thinking you might be dreaming.

But she smiles.

Slowly. Almost in love.

“You move so much when you sleep,” she murmurs, her voice low and thick with something you can’t quite name—desire, possession, madness. “the blanket always slips... and i keep watching. Trying to guess if you’re dreaming of me.”

You sit up, swallowing hard. “what are you doing in my room?”

Rumi doesn't respond immediately. She just leans closer, supporting herself on the edge of the bed with her elbows, as if it were natural. As if she'd done it a thousand times before. Maybe she had.

“i like seeing you like this. Vulnerable. Beautiful. So mine…”

Her eyes run over your face, then slowly lower - unhurriedly, shamelessly. You feel a shiver run down your spine.

“you think I’ve never been here before?” she asks, her tone too sweet. “whenever you leave, i come in. I feel your pillow. I taste your hairbrush. I wear your panties… Sometimes i don’t even wash them.”

You turn pale.

She chuckles softly, leaning in until her face is inches from yours. “but I’ve never done anything you didn’t want… yet.”

Your breath catches. The air between you is charged—and you no longer know if it's fear or excitement pulsing beneath your skin.

“why now?” you whisper.

“because today you talked in your sleep.” She smiles, her eyes burning. “and you said my name.”

The silence that follows is thick and piercing. She slowly climbs onto the bed, as if stepping onto an altar. As if there's no turning back. And you, without knowing why, don't move away.

“lie down again,” Rumi whispers, trailing her cold fingers up your thigh, above the blanket. “i want to see you dream again. And this time… wide awake.”

She forces you to lie on your back on the bed while she spreads your legs and takes off your panties.

She forces your legs open wide enough for her to fit between them. She takes off her clothes and straddles you, rubbing her pussy against yours.

"rumi this is so wrong" you say - or try to say since you're moaning half the time.

"oh yeah? Then why are you moaning and making a mess down here?" She says with a cold face but full of accumulated lust.

Rumi holds your shoulders lying on the bed and quickly takes off your shirt, then bends down to suck your breasts. She places her mouth on your right nipple while massaging the other with her hand, pulling your nipple between her teeth and making you scream in pleasure - and pain.

She rubs your clits against each other. You pull her by the neck and kiss her with desire, your tongues dancing inside her mouth, when she pulls away there is a string of saliva between your mouths.

And then you tilt your head back, every muscle tensing as you come, and Rumi slams her pussy into yours, grinding so hard you feel your clit throb against hers until she comes too.

Rumi throws herself next to you, still panting, and turns her face toward you.

"you're mine now... right?" She smiles, a little breathless, and runs her fingers over your stomach as if marking her territory. "you'll sleep in my room today. and tomorrow. and every other day."

sorry for any mistakes, english is not my native language. i hated this one

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scoupsakakitty · 21 hours ago

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can I request wonwoo with cheols sis but cheol is overprotective of her bc she's her baby sis so all of svt (except cheol) knows that wonwoo and her are tgt and keep it a swcrettt

The One He Doesn't Know About | idol!Wonwoo x Reader | fluff

You really thought you could keep this secret forever.

And honestly? You were doing a damn good job — or rather, the boys were doing a damn good job covering for you and Wonwoo every time Seungcheol was around.

Your brother had always been protective, borderline paranoid when it came to you dating. Growing up with him was like growing up with a security guard, life coach, and CIA agent all rolled into one overly-muscular, hyper-aware, emotionally soft man.

But dating Jeon Wonwoo behind his back? That was dangerous territory. And addictive.

“Stop looking at her like that,” Mingyu whispered through clenched teeth during dinner one evening.

Wonwoo didn’t flinch. “I’m literally chewing.”

“Yeah, but you’re chewing with eyes full of sin,” DK added, shoving a piece of lettuce into his mouth. “You look like you wanna devour her for dessert.”

You, across the table, tried not to choke on your rice.

Seungcheol — blissfully unaware — was sitting next to you, rambling on about the company’s new training schedule. His arm rested protectively on the back of your chair like he was warding off evil spirits. Or, in this case, evil boyfriends.

“I swear to God,” Vernon muttered, “this is gonna blow up in our faces.”

And it nearly did. So many times.

There was the accidental matching hoodie incident. The time Cheol walked into the dorm just as Wonwoo leaned in to kiss you goodbye. The way he started noticing things — how you always seemed extra giggly around Wonwoo, how he always sat near you, how everyone else got a little too quiet when the topic of dating came up.

It was a ticking time bomb. And the worst part?

You hated lying to your brother.

But you also loved Wonwoo.

He was calm in a way that steadied your chaos. He didn’t talk too much, didn’t demand your attention — but when he gave you his, it was intense, focused, real. He memorized the way you stirred your coffee. He let you fall asleep on his shoulder during long car rides. He told you he loved you when no one else was listening.

And now, sitting in the practice room at 10 PM, curled up beside him with your head on his shoulder, you knew.

You couldn’t keep hiding it.

“Cheol’s gonna kill me,” you whispered.

Wonwoo’s voice was low. “Then I’ll die for a good reason.”

You smiled, blinking back the sting behind your eyes. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You made your decision the next day.

The boys were gathered in the living room. Cheol was talking to Joshua, and Wonwoo was sitting quietly beside you, fingers brushing yours subtly. Nobody said it out loud, but they all knew what was about to happen.

You stood up slowly.

“Can I talk to you?” you said to Seungcheol, voice soft but clear.

He looked up, surprised. “Yeah, of course. Everything okay?”

You took a deep breath. Your heart was beating so fast, your hands shaking slightly. The room went silent. Nobody moved.

“I have to tell you something. And… I’m scared you’re gonna hate it. Or me. But I can’t keep lying.”

Cheol sat up straighter.

You stepped forward. And before he could speak—

“It’s about Wonwoo.”

Dead silence.

You could feel the tension snap across the room like a string pulled too tight. Wonwoo stood up slowly, stepping beside you.

“I’ve been dating him,” you said, voice cracking just a little. “For a while now. And—before you explode or something—please know that I didn’t plan to keep it from you forever. I just… I was scared. Because you’re my big brother. And because you care so much.”

Cheol’s eyes flickered from your face to Wonwoo’s, back to yours.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” you went on, your voice gaining strength now. “But I couldn’t keep lying to you. And if you're gonna yell or be mad, then be mad at me — but don’t be mad at him. I chose this. I love him. And he treats me so well. Better than anyone ever has.”

You stepped in front of Wonwoo instinctively, your body shielding his like some kind of reflex. “So if you’re angry, yell at me. I can take it.”

There was a long pause.

Then Cheol… sat back. Slowly. His lips pressed together, his brows furrowed. He was quiet. Too quiet.

He rubbed a hand down his face, exhaled hard through his nose, and stayed still for a few long seconds. Everyone watched like he was a volcano on the edge of eruption.

Finally, he looked at you. Really looked at you.

“Does he make you happy?” he asked.

You blinked. “What?”

“Are you happy with him? Like… really happy?”

You nodded instantly. “Yes. He treats me with so much care. He listens. He respects me. He makes me feel safe. And I know you don’t like trusting other people with me, but—Cheol… you can trust him.”

He nodded once, slowly.

“Alright,” he said quietly. Then his voice got firm. “Everyone — out. Except Wonwoo and her.”

Nobody argued. In fact, the room cleared in record time.

Wonwoo stood still, his hands calmly at his sides, gaze locked on your brother.

Cheol didn’t say anything for a few moments. He just stared at him. Measured him.

Then he said:

“You really love her?”

Wonwoo nodded. “I do.”

“You know she’s the most important person in my life.”

“I know.”

“And if you ever—ever—make her cry, hurt her, or make her feel like she’s not enough... I don’t care if you’re my member, my best friend, or the Pope — I will break every bone in your body. Do you understand me?”

Wonwoo didn’t even flinch. “I do.”

Cheol took another breath.

“But I also know you. And I’ve watched the way you look at her. And if I’m being honest…” He looked down briefly, rubbing his temples. “I kind of already knew.”

You blinked. “Wait—you did?”

“Y/N,” he said, raising a brow. “You’re not exactly subtle. Matching bracelets? That time he slipped and called you ‘babe’? You two thought you were sneaky. You were not.”

You flushed hard.

“I just didn’t want to admit it,” he said, more softly now. “Because it scared me. She’s my baby sister. And I’ve always tried to protect her. But…” He looked between the two of you. “If I can’t be the one protecting her, I’d rather it be someone like you.”

You felt the sting in your eyes return. This time, you didn’t fight it.

Wonwoo, still calm, moved closer and took your hand. Cheol didn’t stop him.

“I’m trusting you with her,” he said, voice serious but warm. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t,” Wonwoo promised.

Cheol finally smiled, just a little. “Good. Because if you do… I’ll know. And I’ll come for you.”

Later that night, the boys crept back into the living room, peeking through the doorway like middle-schoolers.

“What happened?” Minghao whispered.

“Are they alive?” Seungkwan hissed.

DK gasped. “Are they cuddling?”

“Did they kiss?!” Hoshi whispered dramatically.

“You’re all so nosy,” Cheol muttered, walking past them. “They’re fine. I’m fine. Mind your own business.”

“Wait, you’re not mad?” Vernon asked, shocked.

“Nope.”

“...Are you gonna cry?” Jeonghan teased.

“Shut up.”

But later that night, you found a note outside your door.

"You’re always my little sister. But now… you’re also someone’s girlfriend. And I’m proud of you for choosing someone who sees you the way you deserve to be seen." —Cheol 🖤

You pressed the note to your chest and smiled through your tears.

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katsukilvr · 1 day ago

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“you take wednesday, thursday, then just send her my way, think i got it covered for the weekend..”. katsuki bakugou x reader.

content warning: cheating, fem reader, readers bf is an asshole and a bum, dorms, suggestive, smut, katsuki is cocky asf, not proofread, cunnilingus, katsuki likes ur tits, author doesn’t know how to write smut,. lmk if i forgot anything! <3

you and bakugo weren’t friends but you weren’t enemies either. you were just around each other often. you were in the same middle and high school together but never interacted but he had seen you during training and that’s how he gained respect for you.

you were dedicated. strong. no nonsense. smart and beautiful.. so he never picked on you like he did others.

of course you guys had a conversation or two, you were in 1-A together so eventually you had to partner for sparring or projects but it never fully flourished into any friendship, just familiarity. you both were comfortable to ask for favors, pick up a paper if it slipped out of their hand, etc. etc.

now it was rounding the end of your years at UA. it was your senior year and finals were coming up and everyone was on edge and you know what didn’t help?

your bum ass boyfriend. or at least that was what all your friends called him.

you couldn’t help but agree. he was sweet when you guys first met, giving you flowers, compliments, showering you with love, but as time passed the love slowly stopped before you figured out he cheated on you.

it broke your heart obviously, and you don’t know why but when he begged you to take him back, you did, because you missed him, but he was back to being his old, loveless self.

bakugo noticed this, heard of this, through word of mouth, (his gossiping hg, mina).

you deserved better than him. your boyfriend wasnt half the man he was, he would treat you so much better. is what he thought everytime he heard what your boyfriend did, or saw him with you.

anyways, with finals right around the corner, everyone was tense. you needed a stress reliever and your boyfriend was a stress inducer.

you also needed to study more for the grueling exams next week, and you remembered who was the top of the class and offered to help you earlier in the year. bakugo. he wouldn’t mind tutoring you right?

so one day after school, you found him in the common room kitchen, cooking up some ramen.

you cleared your throat, and he turned his head, noticing you and offering a nod before turning back to his noodles.

“what do you want?” he grumbled, pouring the hot water into the foam cup, stirring it with chopsticks.

“sorry for bothering you but uhh.. could you tutor me? i’m stuck with this area in math and—“

he interrupted you, “yeah whatever. what time?”

you smiled. “whenever your free.”

he nodded for you to follow him and brought an extra pair of chopsticks. you followed him up to his dorm, stepping inside you could see posters of rock bands and all might hung on his wall, one of those drum sets that connect to headphones in the corner, his textbooks and room an organized mess.

you sat down on the edge of his bed, making small talk.

you were surprised to find out how easy he was to talk to when he wasn’t yelling or angry at the world.

conversation flowed easy between the two of you as he searched for his math textbooks, throwing them on the bed beside you as he climbed on it, sitting down.

“what did you need help with?” he asked, looking at you. you opened your textbook, flipping to the page that gave you the most trouble. you were about to move the book so he could see better because he was infront of you, instead, he moved to sit next to you, your knees pressing together since you were both sitting in a criss cross position.

you could smell his cologne, feel his warmth.

“uhh here. i don’t know what im doing wrong.”

he furrowed his brows, looking at the problem. “how are you doing the problem?” he asked, watching as you scribbled down your thought process and work.

he let out a low chuckle, stopping you at a certain step. “here.” he said, looking down at you.

you looked up at him, smiling softly and it felt like time slowed down. all of a sudden you were strangely aware of everything. his small dimples shining in his smile, his red eyes flickering across your face, his lips moving as he explained what you did wrong in the problem.

shit. you weren’t listening.

“got that?” he asked, his eyes never leaving you.

you asked him to repeat, looking away from him so you can actually focus. he laughed and let out a tsk before explaining again. it’s almost like he knew what he was doing to you.

and he did know.

he knew for a fact your were pent up. tense. stressed. he knew your boyfriend wasn’t doing his job.

he took your pen, your fingers brushing as he leaned in closer. “here, watch me.” he said as he walked you through the equation, glancing at you more and more. god you looked pretty today.

he wasn’t like this. he felt like a pervert but your sweet and flowery perfume was getting to him, your low cut shirt had his eyes traveling often. his face was flushed and he kept having to adjust his position so you wouldn’t see the tent growing in his sweats.

you guys did a couple more practice questions, both of you shifting closer and closer until..

he snapped, when you guys made eye contact again and had another one of those.. moments.. he couldn’t help but lean in closer, giving you time to pull away before he kissed your soft lips.

his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer and closer, your bodies tangled together. his back rested again the headboard as he pulled you onto his lap. you straddled him, your legs on either sides of his. the kiss lasted until both of you were breathless. you pulled away slightly, catching your breath, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. did you just cheat on your boyfriend?

almost like he read your mind, katsuki interrupted your thoughts.

“give that bastard a taste of his own medicine.” he grumbled, his hands straining up and down your sides reassuringly. “do you want to stop?”

you had to admit, you didn’t. it felt real fucking good to kiss someone good at kissing. so you leaned in, kissing him again, you arms wrapping around his neck as you moved impossibly closer, both of you wanting to be as close as possible.

his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, thumbs caressing the smooth, warm sling underneath, not moving, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, like you’d disappear out of his hands any second, and you kissed him back equally.

you guided his hands upwards, letting him touch you and he definitely took that opportunity.

his hands slowly traveled up, holding the weight of your breasts in his hands before he started fondling them, kissing you again as his thumbs rolled over your nipples. your breath hitched, a small noise leaving your lips. he stopped kissed you, looking at you with a new, hungry look.

he wanted to hear that noise again. and again. and again. his hands slowly tugged your shirt up, throwing it on his floor, licking his lips as he stares at your chest, a small smile on his face as his lips attacked your neck, his hands moving behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall as his lips trailed down.. down.. down..

his mouth reached your nipple, and you let out a small moan as he practically worshiped your tits, one hand playing with the other as he coaxed every little moan and gasp out of you.

“so fucking beautiful.” he babbled, looking at you like you hung the moon. “let me taste you.” he whispered as he left a mark on your right tit.

you bit your lip, nodding. he picked you up like you weighed nothing, laying you on your back as he slowly tugged at the waistband of your skirt. “use your words, beautiful.” he whispered, his breath tickling your inner thigh.

“yes, you can.” you murmured, your fingers tangled in his hair as his hands slowly pushed your legs apart. he stared at your pretty cunt, biting his lip before diving in.

his tongue slid up and down your slick folds, reaching your clit and sucking and flicking, drawing out moans and gasps from you. “quiet down, pretty girl, these walls are thin.” he whispered against your cunt before getting back to eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

you wish this was the last time, but it became a past time. (hamilton ref ^_^)

you kept attending these.. tutor sessions with him, and suddenly your mood improved around everyone. you found the stress relief you needed and it was mind-blowing orgasms from katsuki.

he gave you everything you needed, more than your boyfriend could in a year, and katsuki took pride in that. he became smug.

everytime you were out with your boyfriend, you could feel a pair of red eyes burning into your back.

katsuki got touchy, real touchy. around everyone. all of a sudden he always had an arm around your shoulder, always making you food, always having you around, and of course, your boyfriend was skeptical, and incredibly insecure, even if his suspicions were correct, he would never let you get so close with anybody.

so when he sees this strong, top of his class, charming, handsome guy practically always on top of his girlfriend, naturally, he starts an argument about it and tells you to stop talking to bakugo.

so late at night, you’d sneak into his dorm, or he’d sneak into yours for ‘study’ sessions, and he’d take you on dates on the weekend.

eventually you dumped your boyfriend, not wanting bakugo as just a side piece, but your boyfriend that you can actually kiss and love in public.

and he couldn’t wait to show you off either, flaunting in your now ex’s face by leaving hickeys on your neck and buying you the most expensive jewelry, and making you the happiest you’ve ever been, something that your bum ex never could do.

was it morally grey to kiss you when you had a boyfriend? ..maybe.. was it the best decision he ever made? undoubtedly yes.

A/N: hi guys i’m glad to be back. also i am inexperienced so please excuse if my smut isn’t realistic or to ur standards :(.

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jyunhology · 2 days ago

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studio muse ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ khj (m)

summary: hongjoong’s cooped up for too long in his studio that he’s lost inspiration and drive; you have just the thing to help him.

a/n: IM ALIVE!!!! im just extra busy these few days . anyway ive been getting brain worms about hongjoong a lot lately, may or may have been fuelled by this edit with dilf!joong in my head

word count: 1.4k

warnings: MINORS DNI. soft dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, pet names (baby, pretty girl, angel), praise, slight daddy kink, dumbification, slight subspace, oral (m! receiving) / blowjob, handjob, spit is involved, semi-public sex (recording studio), photos and filming with consent, cumshot (on face), i have daddy issues and i need hongjoong biblically

Hongjoong was past being productive.

But what he was preoccupied with seemed way better than brainstorming ideas for the group’s next title track, at least with how much he’s been locking himself up in the studio with little to no inspiration.

He could use a little break, you thought. He deserves this, you think. And it’s true when you first swipe your tongue along the underside of Hongjoong’s dick — his muscles visibly relax, and he sinks into his chair — that you take it as motivation to tease him.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, you take it slow. Kitten lick after kitten lick until he has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Wordlessly, he adjusts his hips gently. “Mmf— big.” You mumble around his fat cock, garnering a lewd, long moan from Hongjoong as he watches you slobber over him with the eagerness of someone who’s been meeting nothing but empty sheets the past few days. Eyes closed, gargling noises filled your ears, his moans rumbled through his body.

“Takin’ me so well,” Hongjoong all but whispers, threading his fingers through your hair tenderly before settling near your nape, lifting his lips a bit not to get more of your mouth but to remove the cushion from underneath him. “Here, baby.”

You come off with a pop, eyes fluttering open so stunningly it makes his dick twitch. The hand in your hair untangles itself to tilt your face up — dazed, cockdrunk, drooling — before prying your jaw open with two fingers. They’re warm against your tongue, so lost in pleasure that you don’t wait to suck on his fingers too.

“Aht, aht, no. Take a breather, angel.”

You’re so floaty you don’t register what he wants you to do, so you shake your head with a pout. “Don’t wanna.”

Hongjoong simply breathes through his nose, nodding to the cushion he’s dumped to the floor and your mind clears up a little and your body readjusts to recognise the pain blooming in your knees.

There’s a skip in your heart, seeing how attentive your boyfriend could be even in the midst of his pleasure that you lace your fingers with his, using your other hand to guide the cushion to your knees.

“Thanks, Joong.” You smile, squeezing his hand in yours and he reciprocates with an equally lovesick one. “Now…”

With extra comfort for your knees and the smell of his body wash infiltrating your senses, your desperation spills over when you latch onto him again, free hand grasping at his thighs and digging.

It’s all the leverage you need as you start to bob your head, flattening your tongue while you look up at him. He’s not super big, but he’s thick, stretching your mouth as his tip threatens to hit the back of your mouth. Saliva escapes either way, dripping out the sides of your mouth as you sputter and whine around him.

“Love your cock,” You mumble incessantly into skin, coming up ever so often to give attention to his tip — suckling, tonguing at the slit, swirling all over the angry red head that he’s grunting under his breath. The soft track playing on in the background mixes with your pretty sounds, and provides a sweet harmony beside his soft, melodic breaths, willing himself not to cum so quickly.

You were fucking intoxicated on him and he was enamoured with you. “Wanna suck you dry, until you’re cumming all over my face, Daddy.”

Hongjoong knows what the name does to him. You both don’t enforce it often in the bedroom, but ever since you’ve gasped out the name out of the blue — with warm cheeks and an embarrassed mewl that has your boyfriend cooing — he doesn’t mind indulging you any time you call out to him.

“Needy baby, hm?” He’s slurring his words, eyes locked onto the way you pull him closer, setting a comfortable pace with your mouth going up and down. Your hand leaves his body, stroking the parts of him you can’t reach, filling the room with slick noises and a deep, guttural groan from the other.

You nod with his dick still in you, speech muffled. “Yeah, w—wanna help you.”

“Aw,” Hongjoong leans forward, causing his shaft to slip out of your mouth with strings of saliva connecting you to him. The sight sends him reeling — his pretty darling with hooded lids and parted lips, and you’re moaning softly at the way his heavy cock rests on your face. “My dirty girl.”

There’s a drawl to his voice as he says it, breaking your interlocked hands to blindly reach for his phone before resting back in the chair.

Before swiping left for the camera, Hongjoong doesn’t hesitate to ask a ‘this okay?’ before you give him a verbal response (he emphasises that normally, anyway, and it drives you crazy).

The framing of you in his phone is even more obscene, spreading his hand over his cock to cover it and the bottom half of your face. A small whine escapes from your throat at the clicks of the camera, shy but still loving the attention he gives you, knowing those pictures are the sole motivation for him on tour.

“Open up, baby.” Pure lust, dripping from his words as he twitches at your pliancy, tongue lolling out while you receive his thumb into your warm mouth and breathe hard along his shaft at the filthiness of it all. “Good girl.”

With the sound of the red button being clicked, Hongjoong releases his hand on your face to grab onto his dick, slapping it briefly before nudging the tip past your lips. “Go on, darling girl.”

You can’t help but let out wanton moans, putting pressure around his cockhead. “Make Daddy feel good.”

You don’t wait a second longer, surrounding his cock with your warmth and finding a rhythm to bob your head at while spit bubbles past your lips, coating his length with a shiny sheen. The wetness only contributes to the addicting sensations, bringing the lewd sounds to an all time high with the way you slurp and suck him clean.

“Shit, fucking hell—” Hongjoong murmurs as he struggles to keep the phone steady, unable to keep away from you by the way he bundles a bit of hair in his hand, nails prodding into your scalp.

But you can’t care about the sting of your hair being pulled, nor the leg of the chair obstructing your way, when there’s a plethora of praises and whimpers from your lover from above you. “You’re a wonder, baby.”

That prompts you to release him, grinning from ear to ear before letting more spit spill past your lips, switching instead to giving all your attention to his tip while you pump the rest of him. “Oh—Oh my God.”

Hongjoong shifts in his seat, video turning shaky with how warm your hands felt. Not to mention, your eyes, just begging him for relief, release. You alternate between sucking and swirling your tongue, mouth prepared for his load.

“Gonna—” His head tilts back, shivers travelling throughout his body that make him light-headed. But he can’t take his eyes off of you long enough, relaxing his scrunched up expression to meet your intense gaze. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Give it to me.” It’s garbled, but it comes from your gut, voice hoarse and mind focused on one thing only. Your hands increase their pressure while you stick out your tongue. Hongjoong’s zoned in onto your little whines on his screen, thighs flexing until you’re squeezing the base of his cock and he’s thrusting his hips in ecstasy.

The first spurt of his cum takes you by surprise, spilling both in your mouth and over your features — he’s no videographer, but the way the studio light hits your skin, illuminating the spark in your eyes and the shine of your sweat is criminally breathtaking.

Though, your surprise is overridden immediately by how much he cums, tip leaking white and staining your cheeks, tongue.

“See what you do to me?” Hongjoong laughs breathlessly, using the hand in your hair to crane your head upwards, gently. “Makin’ me cum until I lose my fucking mind.”

He’s quick to spread his load all over your face, admiring your dazed look and feeling his heart and dick jump again when you lean on his thigh, stroking him lazily with a bite to your lip.

“The only one to get me worked up and inspired like this, pretty girl.” Your cheeks warm at his tender but firm tone. “You.”

With a lean into his touch, you lick your lips clean with a smile. “Happy to help, Daddy.”

by. janus, from me to you ♡

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literary-dolly · 2 days ago

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YAY 500!! can i request fluff of 7 setting 42 dialogue 74 action? 💗💗

thank you for the love nonnie! this was a cute little one to write, i hope you enjoy it!

jason todd x fem!reader warnings: drunk!reader, that's about it word count: 1k prompts: (7. In the street) (42. “Get your ass up, I’m not carrying you.”) (74. Looking after the other drunk)

“Seriously? Like actually? You have got to be kidding me?”

Jason Todd had not had a day that most would consider to be easy.

Strike One – when he’d woken up you had long since left for work, leaving the mattress miserable and cold, and the pain in his hip meant that it took him an extra five minutes to climb out of bed (it was actually more like fifteen). That meant that he’d had to stand in the centre of the apartment, the only space big enough for him to truly spread out, doing the stupid physio-exercises Alfred constantly dogged him about until he no longer felt like the fucking Tinman.

When he got to the kitchen, there was no milk left in the fridge. Strike Two – he now had to go grocery shopping.

You’d called him while you were out to let him know that and a few of the girls from work were going for a drink after work, and he’d had to hide his disappointment churning in his chest at the fact that he wouldn’t get to see you before he went out for patrol tonight. Strike Three.

He managed to past the rest of the day without a hitch, it was only when he went out for patrol that Strikes Four, Five and Six presented themselves. They came in the form of a brick, a pipe and a glass bottle – all of which had been lobbed at his head mid-fight, all in exactly the same place, leaving him with a decidedly brutal headache.

And now here he was, Strike Seven.

You, sat on the side of the street outside the club, so drunk he wasn’t certain you knew which direction the sky was in.

“I knew you’d come Jay,” your words come out as little more than excited sludge as you try and force yourself to your feet, “s’why I called you!”

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know anyone else dedicated enough to come and sweep you off the streets at 5am,” he manages to stay stern in spite of everything, but he has to fight to hide the chuckle bubbling on his tongue. He can’t let you think he’s having too much of a good time – based on previous experience, that only ends with you becoming overexcited and ten times harder to wrangle back to the apartment.

“It was a really good night, I really think you would’ve had fun,” you say sombrely, a hand placed weakly across your chest as your head nods up and down slowly.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he sighs, offering a hand in your direction, “It’s time to go home.”

Jason considered it fortunate that sober-you had decided to go out fairly close to your apartment, only two blocks away. He hadn’t even driven (you’d sounded a lot more subdued on the phone), just ditched his gear and walked to come and get you. It was a choice he was now deeply regretting.

“Watch and learn, young padawan,” you smile smugly, and he can’t help but snort, “I’ve got this in the bag.”

You attempt to stand up with all the grace of a newborn deer, legs spindling out in directions that shouldn’t be possible. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were at sea with the way your entire body seems to careen back and forth, and it doesn’t take long for you to fall firmly back down to your original spot.

“No, no,” Jason huffs, bringing his arms across his chest, “Get your ass up. I’m not carrying you.”

“Stop being mean,” your hair blows upwards with the little huff you let out, and it makes Jason’s heart thrum in his chest, “I told you I’ve got this.”

You stand more successfully on your second attempt, managing to keep yourself upright for at least two seconds at a time. As soon as you wobble, however, Jason is there, an arm slung securely around your waist to stop you from faceplanting into the concrete. He can’t help but roll his eyes as you send a glare in his direction, a reminder that yet again you had it.

The pair of you make it about 100 feet before you cry out again, “Stop it. Stop it. Jay, stop.”

“What? What is it?” Jason can’t help the way his eyes automatically flit over your entire form, instinct forcing him to desperately assess every inch of your skin for whatever could be the issue. Instead, you start wiggling in his grasp, huffing and leaning down to throw your heels off your feet with a calculated rage. “No, baby, no. You can’t walk through Gotham barefoot. You’ll catch some disease they don’t even know about yet.”

“I’m not walking in heels!” You throw your hands up in exasperation, “It’s far and it hurts!”

“It’s literally not far.”

“I don’t care.”

Before you can even take a step, Jason lets out a long sigh as he finally accepts what the easiest way out of this situation is. Regardless of the deep ache ebbing from his bones, he sweeps an arm under your legs to cradle you against his chest, letting out a ghost of a laugh at the way you shriek in response.

“Jay, no, I can walk. I can do it.”

“You just worry about holding onto your heels, Princess,” he presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head, relief washing over him as you stop struggling and settle into his hold, “We couldn’t have you lose one now, could we?”

There’s a blissful silence for a minute or so, just the soothing late-night sounds of the city calling out from every direction. The warmth of your body is intoxicating, and he can feel his mind quieten at just the idea of being able to slide into bed next to you –

“You know what I was thinking about the other day? Anglerfish. Aren’t they just crazy? Imagine having a little light on your head, like –”

Strike 8. The Anglerfish conversation.

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frmeeden · 2 days ago

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── apartments and cats; c. kent

Clark Kent's first time in your apartment and meeting your cat.

warnings; fluff, newly established relationship, cat lol word count; 718

a/n; clark kent is literally the loml

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"So, here is my humble abode," you open your apartment door for Clark to enter. Shyly smiling as he enters like he's making himself smaller to enter your doorway, carrying his and your work bag and also the dinner for the two of you. You wanted to help him and hold your own bag, but he wasn't raised that way and his Ma would scold him for not helping his girlfriend.

You started dating a month ago, finally ending an almost year long pining and yearning competition. "A puppy love staring contest" as Lois once teased you about it, in which you roll your eyes. When you talked to Cat about your first date with him, you overheard Jimmy cheering and yell in the background, "Cat, Lois, you owe me 20!"

"Let me grab those," you take your bag and the plastic bags from his hands, heading towards your kitchen island, "Come on in, don't be shy Clark," you giggle as you see him just loitering around your apartment door. Tonight was his first time coming over to your place.

"Your apartment is really cozy," he states, walking around the living room.

Your ears redden from the compliment, "Thanks, welcome to my safe space," you gush.

Clark was enamored with your apartment. Looking at your memory-filled walls that covered in collages of newspaper clippings, articles written by you over the years; some first page articles being framed, and some small fluff pieces just stuck to the wall in flimsy tape. You've been working at the Daily Planet much longer than he has, and you being his favorite writer, he had been admiring at looking up at you even before he started working there.

He ran his hand through the levels of your bookshelves, looking at books and other trinkets you have throughout your life. He picks up a picture frame of a selfie of the two of you, before you two were dating. This was when Clark had his first page feature of a food cart owner. Cheeky smiled and peace signs scattered around the picture (and a little Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane grinning far in the background.)

While reminiscing about that day, Clark notices an orange ball heading towards his way. He looks down to see a fluffy orange tabby rubbing along his calf, then inserting itself in the middle of his feet, flopping down.

"Well, hello," he whispers to the cat.

Not wanting to disturb the fur ball, Clark carefully leans down, not moving his feet—not even bending his knees—to pet it. Slowly introducing his hand towards the feline, and when the cat doesn't react to a massive hand near its vicinity, Clark extends his finger to rub the cat's forehead, and the cat purring in response.

In the kitchen, after preparing the cutlery and replacing the oily packaging for plates, you turn around towards the kitchen island to see your cat and boyfriend having a bonding moment. Immediately grabbing your phone to capture the moment, giggling while looking at the two of them. Your 6'4 boyfriend stopping everything to be extra careful around your attention seeking cat.

"I see you've met Scarn," you tuck your phone in the back pocket of your pants, "C'mon, dinner's ready."

Your cat perks up to the sound of your voice and immediately starts to head over to you. Clark turns and stands up and walks towards yout, "Scarn?"

"It's Michael Scarn," you giggle, referencing your favorite show, "Y'know from The Office?"

Clark sits on the stool and turns his head in confusion, clearly not getting it.

You sit across from him mouth agape. "Oh, farmboy, we gotta watch it," you hand him his plate, "It's the funniest show ever."

While he takes his plate from you, Scarn jumped up on the stool next to Clark and hopped across it, settling in on your boyfriend's lap. Clark smiles at your cat then rubs the back of Scarn's head. He doesn't even look down to see where your cat is.

"He really likes you," you chime in, "feeling like the third wheel here," the two of you laugh.

"I like you better though," Clark adds, his smile crinkling the sides of his eyes, showing his laugh lines.

You rolled your eyes in a teasing manner, "What a flirt."

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xobunni0 · 2 days ago

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‘𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆’ Johnny storm x f!reader

johnny is always willing to try new things with you • temperature play + wax play, fluff

Johnny always made you feel safe. not just with the way he held you but with the heat that radiated off his body. it comforted you. sometimes, you’d crawl into his lap just to bury your cold fingers under his shirt, giggling when he shivered and pulled you closer. his warmth was your favorite thing about being in love with a human torch

but tonight, you wanted more. so when you nervously suggested some temperature play, trailing your finger down his chest, your lip gloss already smudged from earlier kisses you didn’t expect him to light up the way he did

Johnny grinned wide like he’d been waiting his whole life for you to say those exact words. “Finally” he breathed, rubbing his hands together before they sparked faintly, flickers of orange at his fingertips “I was wondering when my sweet girl would get curious.”

now you laid bare on your bed, your nightgown tossed aside. Johnny knelt beside you, shirtless, his jeans half undone, chest rising and falling a little quicker than usual

in one hand he held an ice cube, water already dripping down his wrist as it began to melt from the heat of his palm

“You okay with this?” he murmured voice low, as his gaze swept over your body

“You really want this?” he asked again, like he needed you to be sure, not because he doubted your desire, but because he always took his time with you, always treated your body like it was precious

you looked up at him, your legs slightly parted, chest softly rising, hair spread around your pillow. his pupils were blown wide but his hand holding the ice cube trembled slightly

“I do Johnny” you said sweetly, reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his wrist, guiding the melting ice closer to your skin

he exhaled shakily, leaning down to kiss your forehead “You tell me the second it’s too much, alright?”

you nodded, trusting him completely

he pressed the cube gently against the dip between your collarbones, and your breath hitched as a cold shiver shot down your spine. the contrast between the freezing touch of the ice and the warm press of his mouth just below it made you whimper

Johnny groaned softly, eyes flicking up to watch your reaction “fuck…”

the ice slid slowly down your chest, leaving a cool trail that made your nipples pebble, your back arch off the bed. he kissed where the drop had gone, tongue warm, his breath even warmer

then he used his free hand, the one that was always just a little too hot to smooth over the inside of your thigh, letting you feel that contrast again. your soft, chilled skin against the heat of him made you gasp, clutching at his arm

“More?” he murmured against your breast

“More” you whispered

the ice cube slid slow and lazy across your tummy, Johnny dragging it in slow circles. you shivered beneath him, breath catching as the cold traced just below your bellybutton, then dipped lower. he trailed it down your inner thigh that soft, sensitive part he always paid extra attention to making you squirm, your fingers curling into the sheets

then he brought it back up. you barely had time to react before he was circling it over your breasts, letting it trace teasing loops around each nipple. the cold sting made you whimper, arching into his touch, he rubbed the cube over your nipples until they were glistening, puckered tight from the temperature change

water droplets clung to your skin. Johnny leaned down and licked them up. slow, hot licks. then he took one cold nipple into his mouth, warm tongue swirling around it, his lips pulling gently. the sudden contrast cold skin against warmth had your thighs clenching, a soft moan slipping past your lips

he groaned against you, so turned on by how responsive you were, by how sweet you sounded

the ice cube had almost melted completely, dripping down his wrist. his other hand, his left one slid slowly along your thighs, and it was warm. too warm. hot enough to make your skin tingle in the best way. he was doing it on purpose. you could feel it, the heat in his palm controlled and focused as he smoothed over your skin, you didn’t know whether to get goosebumps or start sweating

then, just when you thought he was done, he lifted the remaining sliver of ice to your lips. it dropped on them, a single drop rolling down to your chin. your lips parted instinctively, and Johnny used his thumb to smear the cold water across your bottom lip before popping the ice cube into his own mouth

he leaned down and kissed you with it. cold and wet. the kiss was messy and slick with melted ice, his tongue coaxing out your little gasps. you could feel the chill between you, your thighs shifting restlessly beneath his hips

he pulled back just barely, your lips still brushing “Still with me?” he asked, thumb stroking your cheek

you nodded, dazed “y-yeah. still with you.”

his grin returned “Good” he murmured, already trailing his warm hand lower

“Because I’m not even close to done.”

Johnny leaned over to your small bedside table, the mattress dipping with his weight. you watched him curiously, laying there with your legs still parted, nipples still wet from his mouth. your cheeks were flushed, lips kiss bruised, your body sensitive from all the hot and cold he’d played with and now he was reaching for something else

a small white candle

your brows furrowed slightly in confusion, those sweet doe eyes blinking up at him, completely unaware of what he had in mind. it was almost funny the difference between how soft and pretty you looked, and the not so innocent game the two of you were playing

he examined the candle between his fingers, then looked back at you with that playful look in his eye “Watch this” he murmured low and warm “You’ve never seen me do this.”

then he held up his hand

his pointer finger sparked with a soft whoosh, a flicker of orange flame curling around the tip. the light cast a golden glow over his face, illuminating the sharp edge of his jaw, the softness in his grin, and the look in his eyes

your breath caught, lips parting in pure awe “Johnny…” you whispered, your voice airy

you looked so mesmerized, your fingers clutching your blanket just a little tighter. your thighs pressed together, instinctively. the flame, though small, looked powerful in his hands and there was something about watching your boyfriend create and control fire like that sent a sweet ache between your thighs

he smirked, loving the way your breath hitched

“Just a trick baby” he said casually, like he wasn’t showing off at all. but he totally was

you watched, eyes wide, as he touched the tip of his finger to the wick. the candle sparked to life in an instant

a single, small flame lit at the end

you stared at it, then back at him, still stunned

“Thought we’d try something a little… drippier” he teased, setting the candle on the nightstand for now, running a warm hand along your thigh again

your heart beat in your chest “You’re gonna drip it on me?” you asked shyly

Johnny tilted his head, cocky but still gentle “Only if you want me to. Just a little. Won’t burn, I promise. I’ll keep it warm, not hot.” he leaned down, kissing your lips sweetly, tenderly, before whispering against them

“You trust me?”

you nodded without hesitation, whispering against his mouth “Always.”

he smiled into the kiss, brushing his thumb along your cheek

“Then lay back for me… and look real pretty.”

Johnny held the burning candle steady, the flame casting a soft orange glow over the both of you flickering across your bare skin, creating shadows along the muscles of his chest and arms. you watched with wide eyes as the first little bead of wax melted and dripped slowly down the side

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, your voice sweet and cautious, like you weren’t sure whether to be nervous or excited

he looked at you and his expression softened instantly “A little baby.” he murmured honestly “but not the bad kind.”

then, right in front of you, he tilted the candle and let the wax drip down the center of his stomach

it hit just below his ribs, and you watched as the melted wax slid down his lean torso. it didn’t harden like you expected. it didn’t flake or crack. it stayed molten and wet, dripping slowly, in sync with his body heat. Johnny didn’t even flinch

you sat up a little, your breath shallow as you reached out and touched the wax on his skin with two careful fingers. he watched you curiously, the candle still in hand, letting you explore

the wax was warm under your fingertips not scalding, just hot enough to make you gasp a little at the first touch. it stung lightly, just for a second… and then it cooled and you rubbed it into his skin slowly

“See?” Johnny murmured, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin “Not so bad, hm?”

you nodded, eyes still on his body “It’s warm” you whispered

he tilted his head, eyes twinkling “Want some on you?”

your gaze flicked up to him, lips parting before you nodded eagerly, too eagerly. maybe, because it made him chuckle, that soft breathy laugh he only gave you when he thought you were being impossibly cute

“Curious little thing” he teased, kissing your forehead “Alright, baby… lie back for me.”

you obeyed, heart thudding in your chest as he adjusted himself, straddling your thighs gently so he could lean over you. his free hand smoothed over your waist

“Tell me if it’s too much” he murmured, holding the candle a few inches above your tummy now

you swallowed, biting your lip

and then a single drop of wax landed on your stomach, just below your ribs. you gasped, hips twitching from the surprise. the wax was hot, but not unbearable. it made your skin tingle and sting just slightly before soothing into something nicer

your thighs squeezed together “Johnny…”

“You like that?” he whispered, a crooked grin pulling at his lips

you nodded quickly “Y-Yeah… I like it.”

“Good” he murmured, dragging the tip of the candle over your tummy, letting the wax drip slowly as he moved, a trail of warm kisses followed in its path

“You’re doing so good for me” he whispered, hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he watched the wax melt into your soft skin

the wax continued to drip, each drop landing with a quiet pat on your bare skin, trailing down your tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip. every single time it landed, your body twitched just a little, a soft gasp escaping your lips

Johnny watched you like he was memorizing every reaction

“Still okay baby?” he asked, his eyes flicking from your face to your body

you nodded “Yeah” you whispered “I’m okay.”

he smiled gently, brushing your hair back from your face with his free hand, thumb stroking your cheek

“Tell me if you want me to stop alright? I mean it.” his tone was protective, but loving, always loving

then, he let another drop fall this time on your inner thigh. you whimpered, your thighs instinctively trying to close, but his warm hand was already there, smoothing over your skin, calming you

“Ohh” he cooed softly, almost teasing “there she goes…”

he immediately leaned down and kissed the spot the wax had touched, his mouth warm and soft. his tongue flicked over the spot, soothing the mild sting. you shivered, your fingers grabbing at the sheets

“You’re doing so good for me baby” he murmured against your thigh. “So sweet…”

every new drip of wax seemed to make you come more undone, your breath catching, soft gasps and whines falling from your lips. Johnny was addicted to your reactions, each one making the bulge in his boxers tighten painfully

he shifted slightly, trying to ignore the throb between his legs, but it was no use. watching you like this all flushed, your body streaked with delicate trails of cooled wax, eyes glassy with trust, you’d never looked more beautiful

he ran the back of his fingers along your side, over one of the wax lines, before grinning softly. “This” he said, his voice deeper now “this is the best part.”

you blinked up at him, dazed “W-What is?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he reached for one of the wax trails along your hip, the wax had cooled and hardened into a thin layer over your skin. with slow fingers, he began peeling it back

the wax came up in long, delicate strips, leaving your skin flushed and sensitive underneath

you gasped as he pulled away the first bit, and he chuckled softly, eyes full of mischief “Tingles, huh?”

then with your body bare beneath the wax again he ignited his finger once more. a small flame sparked at the tip, glowing bright for just a moment. you stared, lips parted, completely im awe by the sight of him so focused, so in control

he brought his finger to the cooling wax that was still left on you, and as the flame met it, it instantly softened and melted, disappearing in a warm pool against your skin

he smoothed it in with his palm “Feels better, doesn’t it?”

you whimpered, eyes closing shut “Yeah… Johnny…”

he leaned down, kissing you again, this time slow and deep “We’re going to have some fun” Johnny murmured into the kiss

his lips were soft against yours, but you could feel the excitement coming off him, but more than anything… you felt safe

you always did with Johnny. because you knew he’d never hurt you, you knew every touch came from a place of care.

even now with wax cooling on your skin and your body flushed and tingling from it. his hand was still rubbing soft, warm circles into your thigh

you melted into his mouth, into the kiss, into the feeling of him, trusting him so fully it almost made your chest ache. you knew he’d take care of you after this. he always did. Whether it was holding you in the bath afterward, or slipping one of his shirts over your head, feeding you while you curled up on his lap… Johnny made sure the love & care didn’t stop once this ended

and right now, you were enjoying every minute of this. you were so glad you asked him for this

he pulled back just a little, lips brushing yours as he looked down at your body streaked with candle wax, glistening from the melting heat of his finger, chest rising and falling, your pupils blown wide

“God, you’re beautiful like this” he whispered in awe “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

his hand slid up your stomach again, fingertips hovering over the places he’d already kissed and teased. the wax, softened under his touch, making you squirm

“You okay baby?” he asked again, thumb brushing over your hip

you nodded, eyes glassy “Mhm… I’m perfect.”

his smile turned a little cocky, but still tender. “Thought so” he murmured, pressing another kiss just under your breast, then letting his palm drift lower between your legs

“Then let’s keep going” he whispered

“Let me really make you feel good.”

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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mona-risms · 2 days ago

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Here me out: Can you imagine you’re Rumi’s girlfriend, and she’s really protective and possessive over you because duhhh you’re hers. Of course you follow her to events and I imagine you get the chance to meet another idol group/star, and they are flirting with you and what not. Rumi comes in and clocks them. ITS JOVER FOR THEM. I can see her patterns flaring up a little, and the need to show them HEY THIS IS MY TERRITORY IM MARKING MY CLAIM side of her coming up. How do you think she will act

Lowkey I can imagine now she’s super duper extra more competitive with idol awards and just “we gotta be better them then” to Mira and Zoey and both of them are like hmmm this is more than singing…

Possessive and protective, borderline-territorial post-movie Rumi will forever have my heart HAHAHA

She thinks she's SO chill and SO fine, 100% NOT the possessive type Whatsoever, until she sees literally anyone try to flirt with you. Then that all flies out the window when she feels a certain Feeling that has her patterns Flaring. She has to like calm herself down just to not blow any lights and shake up the Honmoon with her demon voice accidentally slipping out of her on accident 😭

Most likely this came with accepting her demon side a bit more and abandoning the instinct to repress herself, so at first it's VERY unfamiliar and she's very like "this is FREAKISH NOBODY would be like this" but she'll still feel that jealousy anyway. Legit next thing you know she's Right Behind You and whoever's tryina flirt with you goes completely pale. Since she's Freakishly quiet too you don't even notice until you turn around 😭 and she has such a cute, angelic face on her as she says hi and her hand hooks onto your clothes as she asks how YOU'RE enjoying the event (NOT the other idol) before she asks whoever it is how you're enjoying Her Staff's Company 😁. Her very petty passive-aggressive side comes out so easily in these sorts of situations bc she can't outright be aggressive, they have cameras everywhere!!! When Mira notices this though she's so proud 😭

Every time it happens, she does NOT leave your side. Like hello. You're HER girlfriend. Whether or not she's come out w it to the public, she will not hesitate to basically cling onto you and glare at whoever might have the intention of going anywhere NEAR you to flirt with you or smth. Whether it be never letting you go from her touch one way or another or shadowing you or even sometimes blocking your view of certain idols bc hello she's right there!! Please pay attention to her she loves you very much :3c

If someone were to go a tad too far for her tastes (which tbf as possessive as she can get, she's actually reasonable with this type of thing), she lets her more demonic traits present and she CLEARLY flashes it as a threat. A glowing, golden eye, fangs, her hand gradually transforming into something more clawed. She won't jump their ass but she'll certainly stand behind you like your guardian paralysis demon before you look back at her and she's completely normal again LMAO

AND YES YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THE COMPETITIVENESS HAHAHAHA she Has to make sure that you only have eyes for HER!!! So she puts in like 150% of her usual effort and she's very competitive in a way that she usually isn't (minus the Saja Boys bc they were there to get all three of them mad pissy HA). GONE is the good "we'd be doing our best out there guys!!" mentality, suddenly it's "they CANNOT outshine us". Mira and Zoey find it extremely hilarious, even if Rumi hadn't told them the two of you are gfs bc I'm pretty sure the two of them can puzzle it out. Now that the two of them are out of the competition zone bc the Saja Boys are gone, seeing this in real time is so funny to them, but they do indulge Rumi anyway 😭

She does get really embarrassed of herself though if there were saved compilations of her possessiveness thanks to Zoey recording in the bg 💀💀💀

#mona's appetisers...#i might have already written this out at one point but it's still hella funny #rumi x reader #kdh rumi x reader #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters imagines #kdh x reader #kdh imagines #huntrix x reader #huntrix imagines #huntr/x x reader #huntr/x imagines

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simonrileysfavteacup · 15 hours ago

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The Kent Farm

Pairing: Clark "Superman" Kent x girlfriend!reader who works at the daily planet

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: hints to sex? Clark being a farm boy, Ma Kent being my idol

Summary: You both need a break, desperately, so you head down to the Kent Farm.

When both you and Clark had been overworked at the Daily Planet, he suggested a vacation.

You thought he’d meant a tropical place, like Hawaii or Bora Bora. Or a tourist attraction, like Paris or Greece.

But no, Clark Kent meant the Kent Farm.

You weren’t disappointed. Just a little less excited, but still in need of a vacation, wherever it may be. So, you both packed your bags, and Clark flew you over to the farm. The second you landed, Ma and Pa Kent rushed out to greet you both. They hugged Clark first, as you stood behind them, visibly nervous to meet your boyfriend’s parents. Once they were done showering him with love, Ma Kent pulled you into a hug as Clark introduced you. They absolutely loved you, guiding you inside and setting you both up with some crackers and tea.

As you all sit around the dining table conversing, you realize how perfectly Clark fits into their family, despite not being their son. His personality matches his dad’s, his kind heart twinning with his mother’s.

“I used to make him carry all of the crops back to the house, especially when they were heavy! And he’d do it too! He always thought it was a game!” Ma Kent tells you, giggling with Pa Kent as Clark chuckles, looking down at his tea.

Pa Kent claps him on the shoulder, “He used to think that milking cows was a game, too. He’d milk every single one we had and then carry every single bucket in one trip back to his Ma! He’d sit by her and beg her to make him ice cream!”

Clark chuckles again, a red hue approaching his cheeks. You giggle, “Fresh off the teet, huh?”

“I’ll be making you some butter and some ice cream to take back with you both,” Ma Kent smiles at you.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. You two letting us stay here is incredibly gracious, we wouldn’t want to-” you start, but Ma Kent cuts you off.

“Nonsense! You can’t come visit and leave empty handed!” She shakes her head at Clark. “Clark leaves with hands full of goodies every time.”

Clark raises his eyebrows, grinning, “I expect double the amount now. There’s two of us.”

“You can have quadruple if you’d like!” Pa Kent chuckles.

You laugh, “Just one portion is more than enough. Clark doesn’t exactly spend a lot of time at home eating, you know? Always off saving the world.”

His parents chuckle and then go off into some story about how he saved a herd of sheep from falling into a river.

Once they’re done, Clark guides you to his old childhood bedroom. It’s filled with posters, each one something you’ve talked about in the past. He shuts and locks the door, smiling at you. But you’re looking at one thing.

The small twin bed in the middle of his room.

“Clark.” Your voice starts.

“Mhm, my love?” He steps closer to you, hugging you from behind.

“Are both of us supposed to sleep on that?” You look to the tiny bed. He looks up, chuckling.

He nods, “It’ll work, don’t worry. Ma said she could bring in a couple extra blankets if it gets too bad and I can go sleep on the couch.”

“No!” You say quickly, too quickly. “I don’t wanna bother her. Tell her it’s okay.”

“Hey, don’t worry, she likes you. They both do. I do too,” he smiles.

You smile at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

Once you both get ready for bed, Clark lays down first, letting you lay fully on top of him. He pulls a blanket over you two, “There’s not much heat here, so if you get cold, just let me know, my love.”

“Okay…” you trace little circles on his chest. “How did you grow up then? If it gets cold here?”

“My love, do you forget that temperature doesn’t affect me?” He chuckles.

“Oh yeah…and the heat vision…” you shake your head.

He smiles at you, stroking your hair, “Sometimes I get a little cold at the Fortress.”

“Really?” You smile at him. “Even Superman has his weaknesses.”

“One of them is you,” he smiles.

“Really? So if I were to do this,” you poke him.

“I’d die,” he says dramatically.

You laugh, “You’re insane.”

“And you’re wonderful. I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he strokes your hair.

“Ditto,” you say, a huge smile on your face as you rest your head against his chest, drifting off to sleep.

In the morning, when you wake up, Clark is gone from beneath you, and you’re resting with a blanket over yourself. You sit up, rubbing your eyes, to notice that he isn’t in the room at all.

You head out to the kitchen, where Ma Kent is brewing some tea over the stove. She smiles over her shoulder at you, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you smile at her, graciously taking a mug of tea she offers you. “Do you know where Clark is?”

“He’s out by the barn dear, he wanted wood to have a fire tonight,” she smiles at you. You take another mug, heading out in the direction she pointed in.

The barn is located to the left of the house, surrounded by cows and sheep, as Clark stood over an old stump. Toned chest, glistening with sweat in the early morning of the hours, hands gripping the axe that reflected light from the sun, grunting every time he brought the axe down.

You stand a few feet away, both mugs in hand as you stare at him, practically eye-fucking him. He was panting, a pile of wood sitting next him, fully chopped. Clark’s grunts were reaching every nerve of your body. He looks too damn good for it to be 6 A.M. in the morning.

“Hiya farm boy ,” you smile at him, as he looks up from his wood. He chuckles, setting the axe down as you hand him the cup of tea. He presses a quick kiss to your temple, pulling you in. “You look good.”

“As do you, my love. You like the view?” He smiles.

You don’t know if he’s asking about the sun rise or himself, but you nod anyways.

He pulls you to his side, sipping his tea, as the two of you watch the sunrise, no worries in the world.

No Superman. No Daily Planet. No Lex Luthor. Not a problem in sight.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 days ago

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[11:57 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

"You never told me what kind of skin you have so I pulled all my masks out so you can choose," Fratboy!Johnny hears you say, slowly drawing his eyes up from his phone to find you standing in the doorway of your bedroom where you're using the front of your oversized shirt to carry your whole face mask collection over to your bed.

He locks his phone, contently setting it and the frat group chat aside to give you his full attention. He sits up comfortably in his own pajamas as you dump your collection onto the comforter of your bed. His brow furrows, "I have human skin."

You look up at him with an unamused look on your face, "yes, I know that, Lovie. What I'm asking is if you have dry skin or oily skin, maybe even combination."

"Now that's interesting," Johnny hums, sorting through the packs and jars to read every description. He picks up a sheet mask and shrugs, "extra moisture can't hurt, right?"

You hum in agreement, placing a gentle palm on his chest to get him to lie down before you settle yourself on his waist and rip open the package. His hands settle onto your waist, playing with the hem of your t-shirt, clenching the worn cotton between his fingers when the cold mask meets his face. His hiss of surprise turns into a smile when you giggle at his reaction. He opens his eyes to find you smiling down at him as you smooth the mask over his face. He can't even begin to imagine a better end to a long day.

You smile down at him, patting his cheek lovingly, "you even look handsome like this."

"One of my better looks?" Johnny asks as he sits up on your comfy mattress.

You nod, laughing to yourself as you grab your own sheet mask and smooth it over your face with practiced and confident movements. He watches on with stars in his eyes, admiring you in your most comfortable environment. You perk up as you toss the trash, "I almost forgot the headbands."

That's how Johnny finds the rest of his night, kitten ear headband keeping his hair out of his face, face more moisturized than it's ever been, and happy. Happy because you haven't stopped talking all night and he just loves your voice. He's not ashamed to admit that he would happily listen to you talk for hours about anything, including your current reality show watch.

"I mean, I know it's not deep or anything, but it just feels inauthentic. It feels like they're trying to create drama for the cameras. Some of them even like the camera too much. They're just hoping to boost their fame after the original show to get more followers," he hears you explain as a commercial plays during one of your show.

"The guy with the chain, right?" Johnny confirms as he nuzzles closer into your waist as your hand cards through his hair, "and the big guy your favorite girls dislike."

You hum lowly, "I think it should have been a show about the three girls with everyone showing up as friends if they're worthy enough. They were the only ones that anyone even expressed interest in since the finale anyway."

Johnny chuckles, "who would decide their worthiness, Honeybee?"

"Well," you start off, "me and the rest of the audience. The original show already uses an app to vote for people."

"But this is prefilmed like months ahead," Johnny interjects as he turns his head to find a new look of confusion on your pretty features.

You curl your fingers into his hair and tug lightly as you pout playfully, "don't ruin my fun, John."

He smiles, dragging himself up your body to come face to face with you. His large and muscular frame crushes you which causes you to let out a whine. "Honey, I am the fun. And don't call me John, you know what to call me," Johnny narrows his eyes in an eerily calm voice.

"Don't sound like you're mad at me," you scrunch your nose at your boyfriend with faux anger, leaning forward until your forehead is pressed against his own.

"Don't call me John," he replies with a nose scrunch of his own.

You roll your eyes with a lighthearted scoff, "who knew the Nu Chi Theta boys were so whiny." Johnny lightly pinches your side, drawing a laugh from you, "fine, I'm so sorry, Lovie. I won't ever call you by your government name ever again."

For the rest of the night he lays draped over you and happily listens to you explain all the background information from the original show so he can fully understand the show. He doesn't tell you, but the next day after practice, he goes home and begins watching the season that you told him was your favorite. Whatever makes him feel closer to his Honey. Especially whatever helps you relieve your stress, he wants to be a part of it too.

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 3 days ago

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new residents of Jackson. l Joel Miller

Summary: despite the changes, he was always on your side

Warnings: fluff, but also some tears; low self-esteem; changing body after pregnancy; Reader faces a new life situation; we have Ellie, Dina, Tommy, Shane, Ann, and a new character here; parenthood

A/N: lovely @kellyxo1 wrote to me with an idea for a chapter, and I decided to turn it into this story. Joel deserves an ego boost, don't you think? A few people have written to me that this series is comforting for them. You know what? It's comforting for me too. I love watching them grow. Thank you for being here with me and reading what I write.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

“I’ll come back tomorrow with one of the guys and we’ll fix it,” Joel muttered, shoving the tools into his bag. “We’ll replace a few parts and the washing machine will be working like new.”

“You’re amazing.” The woman smiled at him kindly. “You’re helping us so much.”

Joel nodded. Amy and several other refugees had found shelter in Jackson a few weeks ago. They were assigned houses that weren’t fully renovated yet, but were livable. Since then, Joel and several other men had been visiting them regularly to finish the renovations.

Amy was a young woman, about your age, with auburn hair and brown eyes. Her house needed more repairs, so Joel was a frequent visitor.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” she asked, seeing him slowly getting ready to leave.

“Thank you, but I can’t,” he replied, putting on his jacket and grabbing his bag. “Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were married.” Amy seemed surprised.

He didn’t know what to say. So he just nodded and headed for the door, breathing a sigh of relief as the cold air brushed his face. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and set off down the snowy street.

Jackson was bustling with activity. The new arrivals were quickly settling into their new place, enjoying comforts so hard to find elsewhere. Joel tried to help, doing what he knew best and trying to live a quiet life.

It was nice to be home. He had a family again, and his arms were no longer empty.

“How were the new residents?” you asked as he sat down at the table, taking Rosie on his lap.

You were about to serve dinner, so you expected Ellie and Dina to be there too. Extra plates were already set on the table.

“Good,” Joel replied. He glanced at his daughter, who grabbed his finger and tried to put it in her mouth. “Tommy said they want to throw them a welcome home party. I hear there are some musicians there.”

“Fantastic!” You smiled brightly at him. “I’d love to go. I haven’t been to a dance in ages.”

“That’s what I thought,” Joel replied. “We could take Rosie and leave a little early if we wanted.”

The door slammed shut, and the house filled with Dina and Ellie’s loud conversations.

“You’re not sitting at the table until you wash your hands!” you shouted at them.

“Yes, sir!” Ellie shouted back. A moment later, she returned. “Hi, Crumb! Are you watching them?”

Rosie laughed at her, revealing a toothless smile.

“Jesus, she has a name.” Joel rolled his eyes as the girls took their seats at the table.

"That's her nickname. And I think it's a very good one," Dina commented. She reached out to stroke the girl's chubby cheek.

"Yeah." Ellie nodded. "Better Crumbs than Little Fart or something."

"Ellie! For heaven's sake!"

You placed the baked potatoes and meat on the table, then picked up Rosie and put her in her playpen. Joel and Ellie were in the middle of a conversation about their recent patrols.

"When are you going back on patrol?" Dina asked, popping a hot potato into her mouth.

Joel immediately lifted his head and looked at you across the table. You knew what he was thinking.

"I don't know," you replied. "I still need to practice shooting. I'm a bit out of practice."

"Nonsense! Jesse said you were an even better shot." Dina paused, her eyes widening as she looked at Ellie's terrified face.

You swallowed, feeling Joel's expectant gaze on you. The only person at the table who didn't know what you were talking about was him. Your eyes met, but thankfully he didn't say anything, quietly eating his dinner. The girls remained silent, devouring their food as if they hadn't eaten in a week, then quickly stood up and left to avoid a potential exchange. After a few minutes, the quiet clatter of plates being cleared filled the kitchen.

"So…" Joel began, trying to sound casual, "You practice shooting with Jesse."

"Sometimes," you replied, putting the dishes in the sink. "I was going to Ann's with Rosie once and I met him. He asked if I wanted to practice."

Joel's eyebrows rose. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Rosie's participating too? Wow, she's starting fast."

“It's not like that,” you sighed. You put the first plate under the running water to wash it. “You've been busy lately. I didn't mean to be pushy or anything. Jesse helps me once a week, or whenever he has time. Nothing like that.”

He nodded. The first plate was placed on the drying rack when Joel finally asked. “Do you want to go back to patrolling?”

Your shoulders slumped slightly, and he noticed immediately. The sound of the water faded.

“I don't know.” Your voice was quiet and a little sad. “I keep thinking about it… I know you're against it, and I understand your reasoning. I just…” you sighed. “I don't want to feel so useless.”

“Honey.” His warm voice and his hand on your shoulder were soothing. “Don't say that. You do so much for all of us. I wish I could help you more, I try, but…”

“This is all harder than I thought.”

“Yes, I understand.”

A hand slid down your arm, and Joel turned you around to face him. He couldn't be in your head, but he wasn't blind either, and he saw what you were struggling with. After Rosie was born, you had to rename yourself, and you were still grappling with a lot of uncertainty.

"You know you're the most important thing to me, right?" he asked, brushing your hair back. You nodded. "I won't stop you if you want to go back to patrolling, but I'd like to know. No matter what you do, you're always the best at it."

"I don't want you to see me as weak."

"Weak? Honey, I would have been lost a long time ago without you. Come here." You snuggled into his chest, inhaling the scent of pine and wood. "You're my girl. The best, the strongest, and the most beautiful I know."

Despite the chill outside, the inside of Tipsy Bison was filled with laughter, music, and the buzz of conversation. Rosie's eyes widened with delight at the sight of each person you passed; it was her first time at such a party. If she was thrilled, you felt a little self-conscious.

The dress you wanted to wear was still too tight, and when you saw your reflection in the mirror, you winced at the sight of yourself. So you had to wear one of the maternity dresses, and even a smile and a lingering look from Joel, who said, "Look, Rosie, she's the most beautiful girl in town," didn't improve your mood.

"Oh, you look good." Shane approached you, carrying Elijah in his arms. "And you, little girl? I'd ask you to dance if your daddy would let me."

Rosie squealed loudly. "Is Ann here too?" you asked, looking around for your friend.

"Yes. Someone just asked her to dance, so I stayed with the baby," he replied. "And how's motherhood going for you? You look really great."

"Good, because I feel terrible." You tried to smile, but Shane understood immediately.

"Ann felt similar. I'm not saying it'll go away, you know... You have to rebuild yourself now." You frowned, looking at him questioningly, and he raised his hand in surrender. "Sorry, I used to read all those old parenting magazines when Elijah was younger." You both laughed. "But if you need to talk, there's always someone. Remember that."

"Thank you. And how are the new guys doing?"

Shane started telling you about the training for new guys who wanted to join the patrols. It was nice that he treated you like you were still part of the team; now you were just taking care of Rosie and the house.

You two talked for a while when Ann appeared, followed by Tommy. “Give me my niece,” he said, taking Rosie from you. “Oh, young lady! You’re getting bigger and bigger.”

“Did you lose Joel?” you asked, looking around and not seeing him anywhere.

Tommy was clearly confused. “We met Amy.” Seeing you didn’t understand, he added, “She’s one of the new ones. She asked him to dance. She was very insistent.”

“Oh. Okay,” you replied, surprised.

“If it helps, I’ll say he was resisting.” Tommy tried to joke, but Ann quickly replied.

“There’s nothing wrong with dancing with someone. I just dumped Shane for Jesse too.”

“Ouch.” Shane grimaced, but Ann patted his shoulder and then grabbed your hand. “Come on. They have great pie there.”

"You seem tense."

"No, I'm not." Joel cleared his throat.

Amy smiled and turned to the music. Her soft hair gently brushed his face. The lie was obvious—he was tense. Tommy would definitely point that out, and he didn't want to know what you'd think.

Dancing with another woman, someone other than you, Ann, Maria, or even Dina, was a bit awkward for Joel. But Amy appeared unexpectedly, smiled sweetly at him, and his little brother patted his shoulder and took his beer.

"I haven't thanked you yet for what you're doing for us," Amy said, placing her hand back on his shoulder.

"Uh..." Joel muttered, embarrassed. "You don't have to. We're all trying to help you."

"Yes, I know. But you're always so kind and nice." The corners of her eyes crinkled as the smile lit up her face again. “Would you like to come out and talk?”

“I, I came here with someone,” Joel finally managed.

“With Tommy, I saw.”

“No. With my daughter and…” Your name slipped from his lips. He seemed to hope it would work like magic and make Amy back off, but her smile vanished only for a moment.

“You said you weren’t married.”

“Technically, no. However…”

Although the music was still playing and people were dancing, Joel stopped and gently removed Amy’s hand from his arm. The slight crease between her eyebrows indicated she didn’t understand much.

“Look, you’re really nice, but I have someone and…” Joel sighed. He spotted you across the room, swaying slightly with Rosie in your arms, Ann and Elijah doing the same next to you. He smiled. “And god, she's fucking amazing. I'm sorry.”

Amy cleared her throat but nodded. “Sure, I understand. Anyway, thanks for the dance.”

When his hand rested on your hip, you knew immediately – Joel. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, feeling something heavy settle in his stomach.

“Oh, it's good to see you,” you said, smiling at the sight of him. “Rosie's getting a little grumpy.”

Rosie was clearly trying to find a place in your arms, rubbing her eyes.

“We can go home if you want. I'll just grab our things, okay?”

A moment later, he helped you put on your jacket and lifted Rosie into his arms so you wouldn't have to carry her home yourself. You said goodbye and left into the dark but starry night.

“So…” you began, shoving your hands into your pockets and slowly making your way towards the house. “Amy? She seems nice.”

A strange warmth crept up the back of Joel’s neck, and he was grateful you couldn’t see him clearly. He cleared his throat and adjusted his hand, which was resting on Rosie’s sleeping back.

“Yes, she is. But I just…” he began, not knowing how to put it into words. “I told her right away that I have you and Rosie. You know you’re the most important thing, right?”

You nodded. “You know, I’m a little jealous. I’d be lying if I said otherwise,” you said, your voice sounding a bit sad. “You’ve become a hot daddy, haven’t you?”

“Oh, please!” he groaned.

You lightly punched his shoulder. “You’ve always been like that to me.”

Joel winked. “Really? You’re kidding, right?” You shook your head. “That’s embarrassing.”

The street turned, and soon you saw the fence around your house. Joel considered your words for a moment. It was nice to see a woman taking an interest in him. He was old, and more and more gray hair was appearing at his temples, but Amy was genuinely nice to him. And while it was a nice ego boost, he also felt uneasy, because the only woman he truly desired was you. Even such a small thought, such an unfamiliar feeling, felt like a betrayal to Joel. You said you were jealous, right?

Rosie was sleeping safely in her crib when Joel quietly entered your bedroom. The baby monitor was standing by the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and he noticed your dress draped over the arm of the chair. Dim light filtered in from under the bathroom door.

You spotted him immediately. The door opened slightly, and Joel slipped inside. He always enjoyed watching you do these little things—changing clothes, washing your face, even cleaning your gun. What was going through your head now was a mystery to him.

"You know you're beautiful?"

You looked at him with disbelief in your eyes. "Please, you don't have to say that."

"But it's true." He stood behind you, his arms around your waist, staring at your reflection in the mirror. "You're even more beautiful since you had Rosie."

"I have stretch marks on my stomach."

"So what?"

"I'm not wearing my old clothes. I had to wear a maternity dress today because this was the only one that fit."

A kiss on your neck. "I love you in it."

You rolled your eyes. "I've changed, Joel. My body is—"

"Beautiful," he interrupted calmly. His gaze found your reflection in the mirror. "You did something incredible, and I will be forever grateful. What kind of person would I be if I kept talking about how your body had changed? Oh God. You sacrificed yourself for us. I couldn't have asked for more."

Tears welled in your eyes, and Joel buried his face in your neck, inhaling the delicate scent of soap. Only with him did you allow yourself to be so vulnerable; he respected and adored that. He wanted you to see yourself the way he saw you, because he felt he could never do it justice.

A soft voice whispered in your ear, "I will always love you, remember that."

You nodded, because it was all you could do.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

taglist, i think: @picketniffler @orcasoul @bbyanarchist @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @somedayheaven @underneath-the-sky-again @callmebyyournick-name @hiroikegawa @mandaloriankait @mmmunson @grace-928 @umadirectioner @libraryofneith @princess76179 @kellyxo1

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us #short stories from life series

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kentslvr · 2 days ago

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Could I request Clark Kent with a plus size bookworm reader if you're comfortable writing it?

Perfect Girl - Clark Kent

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─────────────────────pairing : clark kent x fem!plus size!bookworm!reader

word count: 682

synopsis : you feel Clark deserves better, Clark tells you exactly how perfect he thinks you are ─────────────────────

Visiting the Metropolis Public Library has been a Saturday tradition for you and Clark since you started dating almost two years ago. Starting off the weekend with a new book or two for the upcoming week was what you needed for inspiration on your latest short story in the Daily Planet and exactly what Clark needed to unwind after a long week of saving the world.

Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of Clark’s sweatshirts, the two of you walked side by side, hands intertwined and swinging between you. Being with Clark was way different than anyone else you had ever been with. Clark Kent, sweet Clark Kent from Smallville Kansas, had made you feel like the only girl in the world.

Clark knew about your insecurities, the ones you grew up with that were buried deep inside your heart. You had always been insecure about the way you looked, about the extra curves on your body, about growing up and not being able to share clothes with friends or spending Friday nights alone while friends were on dates. However when the sweet giant who sat at the desk across from you at The Daily Planet stumbled over his words when asking you for coffee you couldn’t say anything but yes, and the rest is history. Some days you questioned if this, being with sweet and understanding Clark was all just a dream. Why would this gentle giant be with you when he could choose a model thin blonde?

“Sweetheart? You okay?” Clark questioned, taking you from your intrusive thoughts.

“Yea, I’m fine Clark. Don’t worry,” you answered, not wanting him to worry about how you were feeling insecure. You knew if you said anything the two of you would spend hours going in circles with him trying to reassure you that you were exactly the girl he wanted.

Clark squeezed your hand and looked towards you, trying to get you to open up; “You look upset, I just want to help.”

There was no way you were going to burden him with your insecurities, but you knew he wouldn’t stop asking what you were thinking about until he got your answer. Begrudgingly you answered his plea, “I’m just in my head right now, it’s not bad or your fault or anything.”

“Baby, I think you’re perfect. Let’s get out of that pretty little head, okay?” Clark reassured you, trying to make you feel sane again.

“Do you ever wish I looked like all those girls on the covers of magazines?” You questioned softly, not fully thinking before speaking.

“God Y/N, I think you’re amazing. I couldn’t ever want anyone else when I have my perfect girl right in front of me. The first thing I noticed about you when we met wasn’t your weight or your body, it was your heart, your character,” He started, wanting to keep you from feeling lesser than, “Baby I can benchpress three of you, hell I can deadlift three of you. You think I care if you have a little extra to hold? I love your curves, I love holding you and cuddling at night, I love everything about you. You don’t have to change anything about yourself for me to love you.”

God, you could feel your heart ache with love. Clark had always been sweet, never making you feel like less, but hearing him say out loud that you were perfect was so much different.

“You know you’re the Eugene to my Rapunzel? You’re like totally disney prince perfect.” You giggled, not knowing how to respond without crying in the street.

“There’s that smile I love, been waiting to see that all morning,” Clark teases, making you smile even bigger, hiding your face in your hands.

Clark held the door open for you when you reached the library, wanting to be the gentleman Ma Kent raised him to be. And there you were in utter bliss in your safe spot with your perfect boyfriend who never made you feel like you had to change yourself to be loved by him.

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sorry this is really short, i’m getting back into writing after having not written for at least a year. i tried making it more about reading being a bookworm but i think it ended up being more of the reader feeling insecure about her size

#clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman x reader #superman #plus size reader #bookworm #bookworm reader #clark kent x plus size reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x y/n #superman 2025 #superman x you #superman x y/n #superman x plus size reader #fqlling4it

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n3ptoonz · 3 days ago

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'A Girl is a Gun'

Paring: NewAvengers!Bucky/HYDRA!Reader

Fandom: MCU

Warnings/tags: Angst; Smut; Explicit, female reader, reader has banshee powers - i'm basing it off of sindel from mortal kombat - amongst extra - prob not even mythically accurate, manipulation; Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, canon typical violence, mentions of your past, flashbacks, when i say plot heavy um im deadass LOL I'VE NEVER WRITTEN THIS MUCH BEFORE. kinda giving true loves kiss around the end; smut is at the end, half proofread bruh who rereading allat [apologies in advance] might be missing some other tags idk man

italicized text in a sequence means flashback

inspired by a fic i read that infuriated me bc it was good until they decided to describe the readers skin tone and that shit blew me. SO.!! i hope this is not basura!

ik this power is so cliche and overrated but idc!!! this took A MONTH to write. (lol procrastination)

Word count: 9.5k+ (DAYUMMMM)

You wore a deep frown as you dragged your feet down the cold, dim hallway. Wrists bound with thick cuffs and being escorted by a group of guards. You've been stuck in this prison for over 14 months. Every day treated like a ticking time bomb. It was only until recently they took off that mind-numbing collar to keep you at bay, but the muzzle remained strapped around your head and under your disheveled hair.

You felt betrayed. As the days went by you expected Valentina to burst through those doors and demand your release. But she didn't. The longer you waited, the more bitter you became. Even more angry at the hold she had over you. Valentina's reputation precedes her, but she's done so much for you. Every "asset" she worked with was taken care of at least in some way shape or form.

You lied awake on the metal cot in your cell. Once again counting the lines on the ceiling for the hundred thousandth time. A tactic you developed during your time in HYDRA to keep from going insane. Not that it was ever that effective but at least these guards here didn't have it out for you every waking hour.

Only real difference about this prison was no brutal training or brainwashing. No fighting super soldiers three times your strength in small cages. The food was slightly better and you actually got along with some of the other female inmates.

A loud creak came. You didn't bother to look.

"Inmate 775-324. You have a visitor." a voice called out before you heard heels clicking down the short hall to where you stayed. Your brows furrowed, wondering if you were imagining that familiar walking pattern.

It couldn't be...

"Shriek."

You blinked.

"...Honey?"

You stiffened. Hearing her talking to a guard that was with her.

"It’s not safe, ma'am."

"No, no, she knows me. I'll be fine." she insisted.

The cell door opened shortly after. You slowly sat up and let your feet touch the cold ground, still not looking up. Her heels clicked slower as she stepped in, the large door hissing closed. The cot groaned as she sat down and removed her sunglasses. Before she could get a word in, you spoke first.

"Why are you here?"

Valentina hesitated. She hesitated.

"Darling, please, let me explain-"

"You left me." you said, still staring intensely at the ground. She sighed and folded her hands in her lap.

"I need you to let me speak, my dear." she replied. In that tone she used when trying to calm you down. Or keep you calm. Like a child. When you didn't respond back, she continued.

"I want you to know that I didn't put you here. Technically."

"What does that even-"

"Shriek."

You ran your hands over your face and hugged your arms tightly to stay cool. Hating the feeling of being reprimanded, especially by the woman you were most loyal to once.

"I had no choice but to give them your location. My and everybody else in my circle's life was in danger. Including yours. If I didn't give you up, they would've found you anyway and killed you. You have to understand that, hm?"

You flinched when her soft touch met your shoulder. Almost too soft. It freaked you out.

"I never meant to not come back for you." she continued in a softer...oddly motherly tone. "It’s a whole lot of paperwork, sweetie. And my hands were tied with, unfortunately, a new team I've been overseeing the past two years. I apologize. Okay? Can you accept my apology?"

Your eyes were closed the whole time she spoke. Somewhat soothed by her presence and voice when you shouldn't be. You should be angry. Maybe even threatening her life, telling her to get the fuck out of here before things got ugly. But, nonetheless...it was still Valentina.

"...yes." you said in a quiet, meek voice. Betraying how half of you felt. She smiled and rubbed your back.

"Can you look at me?" she asked. You slowly lifted your head and looked at her. Subconsciously shrinking under her gaze even though you were taller and infinitely stronger than her. She had that effect on people. The second she gave you that look, that "You poor thing" look, you broke. A single tear falling down your cheek. She won.

"Oh, darling," she cooed and scooted closer to lay your head on her shoulder. She rested her chin atop and cradled it with her other arm. "Today is your lucky day," she added. "I've got a task. An opportunity just for you, sweetheart. But not from in here."

Your claws that unknowingly unsheathed retracted back into your skin, your fingers curling into your jumpsuit.

"You're getting me out?" you asked, sounding more childishly hopeful than intended.

"I'm commuting your sentence." she reassured and patted your cheek with a sigh of content. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

"Are you mad?!" Ava shouted at Alexei while holding up a carton of milk. "Seriously, have you absolutely lost your mind?"

"My goodness, guys, can we please keep it down?" Walker groaned and tried to get comfortable in the couch, his nap constantly interrupted.

"You have a room. Like, a whole room with a bed and a door, moron." Yelena called out from the kitchen while standing in between Ava and Alexei.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't speak Russian at my expense anymore."

"Ava has a point..." Bob muttered in the corner by the pantry.

"Of course you would agree. You are scared of her." Alexei rolled his eyes and waved them both off dismissively.

"Who in their right fucking mind adds water to a near empty carton of milk and puts it back into the refrigerator?!"

As the bickering went on, Bucky sat in the corner of the living room purely fed the hell up with everybody. He hasn't spoken a word in the last hour. Which wasn't abnormal but this wasn't a regular brooding session, he was at his wits end.

The elevator chimed--which nobody heard. Valentina entered the main room first, pep in her step as she gestured for you to follow. You had a complete makeover. You washed and fixed your hair on your own--courtesy of your powers--got a proper shower, good filling food, and a brand new suit folded neatly in your duffel bag. It looked similar to your old one, just didn't have a voice amplifying mask. You didn't want to be reminded of the muzzle.

Despite your combat boots, you were light on your feet. So, as you two made way towards the noise, Valentina stopped at the doorway to the living room and looked over to the kitchen.

"Guys," she said. No response, no acknowledgment. Her eye twitched as she cleared her throat.

"Avengers!" she shouted, so loud that it even startled you.

The bickering stopped and all the attention was on her. She wore a big smile at the silence as she walked further into the living room with you behind her. Now the attention was on you. Bucky's eyes narrowed, only catching your side profile. Walker sat up from the couch and rested his elbow on the back. The remaining stood awkwardly in the kitchen.

"Who is the rookie?" Alexei spoke up. Yelena leaned on the counter and crossed her arms.

"Oh, she's no rookie. Everyone, I'd love for you to meet someone I've been dying for you all to work with. She's been working on and off for me for years. Former and rehabilitated HYDRA agent-"

Bucky frowned deeply. His heart picking up speed in his chest. He didn't like this one bit.

"-and she is actually fresh off a mission so she is a little tired. But my good friend here will assist you in your upcoming mission. And only this mission. I still need her for other affairs. Oh, and I think you two might know each other." she added, pointing between you and Bucky with a false sense of just figuring that out. It was clear as day. Some of them exchanged glances, a silent conversation. Knowing Bucky's past and that this couldn't be sitting right with him.

"So, another asset you kept hidden away." Ava chimed in flatly. Bob winced, but she wasn't wrong.

"Where was she during the void incident?" Walker added and stood to his feet, a skeptical glint in his eyes. "Or these last two years?"

"She was busy in New Zealand and a few other countries handling some business for me. But that's neither here nor there, folks. This is now. And this mission needed skills like hers."

"And what skill is that?" Bucky also stood up and walked over, but kept his distance from you both.

"You can call her Shriek." Valentina said in a 'You fill in the blanks' tone.

Oh.

Bucky's jaw clenched and his nose flared from trying not to react. Shriek? As in...

His mind raced as it came to him in bits and pieces. He remembers you. He met you back during his Winter Soldier days long before he was freed from HYDRA's clutches. You were another victim made into a solider. Molded by cold blooded hands. Evil, evil men and women. You were a beautiful and terrifying woman with powers that struck fear into the hearts of any and all who faced you.

"Does 'Shriek' speak for herself?" Ava asked. Valentina gave a tight grin before looking over her shoulder.

"C'mon," she said softly. Like she was luring out a dangerous animal among even more dangerous animals. You stepped forward and looked around. When your eyes landed on Bucky, they lingered for a moment before you faced forward again. Determined not to show the typhoon going through your head right now.

"Hello, everyone." you greeted, voice measured and neutral. "To sum up my skills, I have powers similar to a banshee. Hair manipulation," your hair extended to your knees and it moved like it had a mind of its own. You could see some of their faces reacting in different ways. "Echolocation, enhanced speed, sight, and hearing. I also specialize at night."

Bucky could recall how your hair had writhed and coiled around your body, like a nest of snakes protecting you before taking out their prey on your command. He remembered the sound of your scream, a banshee's wail that could shatter bones and pierce eardrums.

But there was something...something more.

He had a faint flash of the way you looked at him wherever the missions ran long but at this point he couldn't tell if he was making that up.

"You said you have banshee powers," Yelena spoke up, "So, you just...scream really loudly?"

"Yeah, no, I'd like to keep my ear drums, thanks." Walker added. Your eyes snapped to him in irritation.

"I know how to channel it properly." you said sharply. Valentina cut in with her hands clasped before Walker could.

"Let's play nice, yeah? Shriek will be doing overwatch while you all extract the rest of the information. I'll send you the details later."

"Okay. Does 'Shriek' have a real name?" he asked. Bucky long since retreated back to where he was sitting. Flashes of memories passing his every thought. The chambers, the chains, that mind-frying collar and muzzle HYDRA had you walking around in until it was time to go on a mission. How long it took you to gain control of your powers. The faded deep scratches on your arms that regenerated too quickly to fully heal.

But there was something else. Something else between the gaps that wasn't clicking. He couldn't rack his brain for the life of him. He could only picture you two during the last mission before he escaped HYDRA. His eyes shut tight. What was it? What was it??

You said your name with a curt nod to him before looking at everyone else. The rest of the team was still wary but accepting it for what it is. You're here and going to assist them in their next mission.

"Alright...well, welcome to the team, I guess." Ava said as she set down the milk she was still holding the whole time.

"Yeah, as long as you just stay out of our way, there'll be no problems." Walker said.

"Awesome! I have somewhere to be, so, like I said I'll be giving out the information shortly and please, don't hesitate to socialize with your new teammate for the night here," Valentina placed her hands on your shoulders and smiled like you were a trophy to present. Awkward silence filled the room and led Valentina to roll her eyes before leaving.

You just stood there with a neutral expression while they just stared, looking around like they had something to add, maybe even questions but waiting on someone else to start.

"So, what kind of serum you have?" Alexei asked, earning a groan and facepalm from Yelena. "Is HYDRA like Bucky here?"

"Yes, but it's slightly different." you said. Putting your bag down, you decided to walk into the kitchen and sit on a tall chair at the island, facing the living room. "I was experimented on to see if they could make a supernatural type of super solider. I was one of few who survived."

"...Where are the others?" Bob asked from behind you.

"Dead." you said bluntly. "The experimentation was too much on their bodies. Some even had to fight to the death in a cage."

"Jesus," Walker said under his breath.

The room fell silent again. You could feel the air thicken with the one thing on everybody's mind. Did you know Bucky? Well, The Winter Soldier? Did you two fight together? If so, what was your relationship to each other? But nobody wanted to ask. Didn't want to potentially trigger some sort of confrontation right before a mission.

"It’s alright, though." you continued. "You don't have to worry about me turning against you guys, if that's what you're sitting here wondering."

You watched them migrate in front of you, all except Bucky. He was still sitting with his eyes on the ground. He thought his past was done haunting him physically. He was getting used to the nightmares and lack of sleep and gaps in memory, but this was next level. Everyone's device chimed at the same time, including yours. It was from Valentina with the location and mission details. Yelena nodded at the screen and looked at you pensively before extending her hand.

"Let's get it done, Shriek."

20:45, abandoned base, France.

You were perched on the rooftop in your stealth suit. Hair down your back, ears perked, and your eyes trained on the trail leading to this abandoned facility. One ear piece for comms with the rest of the team and another ear piece when you went out on missions, per Valentina's request. Though she never explained why, knowing you'd do it anyway.

You could hear them talking to each other, sometimes bickering over stupid shit but locking back in when it was needed. Your mind kept occasionally drifting back to the flight here. You could feel Bucky's eyes on you almost the whole time while you acted oblivious. For some reason it made your blood boil. The holes in your memory would spark whenever he spoke or looked in your eyes. It brought you to dark places.

Lying awake in a cold, dim cell, chronic insomnia haunting you at whatever time it could be. A figure looming outside of the big display window. But that's where it stops. Gets tricky. And it angered you beyond belief that this man triggered that memory to not only appear but not even complete.

Your ears twitched at the sound of footsteps but you didn't move.

"Why are you here?" you asked. Bucky put his gun back in its holster as he walked up to stand next to you.

"Just checking in."

"I don't need your check in."

"I'm aware." he said with a neutral tone. "I'm making sure nothing happened up here."

"Thanks." you said flatly and kept staring into the darkness that hugged each side of the building. Bucky sighed through his nose and leaned on his elbows along the ledge. It was true that he remembered who you were. It wasn't entirely clear what you were to him but he could feel it in his chest. He kept picturing a young woman who learned to stop trying to escape the hard way. The faint scars on your knuckles made his throat feel tight.

"How long were you in HYDRA for?" you suddenly asked. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Part of you wondered if you should bring up that you thought you knew him.

"70 years." he said. You looked down at your thumbs as you carefully decided what to say next but it didn't stop the inevitable feeling of dread that washed over you.

"...Did we cross paths?" you asked, but he didn't respond right away. Just stood there. You unknowingly passed on the dread to him and he didn't know what to do. Or what to say. But before he could even try to answer you, there was a quiet ringing going off in your left ear through the ear piece Val gave you. You winced and heaved over in pain and confusion. Bucky couldn't be any more panicked right now as you looked like you were about to start thrashing out on the ledge of this building.

Though, the sound suddenly cut off and the pain was short lived the second you snapped back into a stoic state. Nothing around you registered anymore. Vignette surrounded your vision as your ear picked up the sound of a vehicle approaching 30 feet down the trail. Claws slowly appearing and your hair acting on its own.

"Shriek?"

You completely ignored him and launched yourself off the ledge. Landing smoothly with a tumble as if it wasn't 8 stories high. Bucky's eyes widened and he looked over, confused when he doesn't see your body splattered all over the gravel.

"What the f-"

A loud, guttural wail broke his next sentence.

Yelena, Ava, and Bob turned around at the same time before meeting each other's gaze. Yelena pressed the comms to her ear and hid under a table.

"What the hell was that?"

"Shriek." Bucky's static-y voice cut in through the radio. "Where are you guys?"

"Southwest corridor on the third floor." Ava answered. "Alexei? Walker?"

"Director's office the fourth floor. I found a few dusty chips lying around on some of these desks, but I just have a quick question, how the hell is the new girl slamming three guys together with her hair?"

"This is what I like to see!" Alexei whisper shouted and belly laughed, patting his leg while disregarding Walker's look of disapproval. "Look at her go!"

John was not lying. You were tearing through these soldiers like you knew them personally. Ripping off their gear with your bare hands and beating the shit out of a few others with just your hair alone. You moved at nearly lightning speed just purely bloodlusted, almost like something inhuman. For a split moment it reminded you of that time you almost took out a team of doctors after a not-so-successful experiment.

"Second phase complete." a woman said in Russian. Her skin pale as the luminescent lights almost taking out your vision. Her name wasn't memorable. You were half awake, top half bare with two female Russian "doctors" and one male German scientist hovering over you with a clipboard.

You weren't even sure if it was the drugs making you feel invincible or if you were coming to realize this shit wasn't right. You'd been a few hours out of cryo and they didn't think anything of it. Why? Because you weren't the Winter Soldier. You can be a threat, but you'll never be him. As they like to remind you.

One Russian lady--much meaner, fiery red hair and matte lipstick to match--pinched your nose to force you to breathe through your mouth. They were testing something you can't remember. Something about lung endurance or whatever-

"Get her off me! Get her off me!" the German scientist screamed as you tried to claw at his face, restraints long shattered into pieces on different sides of the room. One lady shouted towards the door.

"Send him in!"

The clamoring in your earpiece was lost on you as you crushed at least four guys skulls with your thighs alone. There were too many to count but you were certainly handling business. Sure, there were sharp pains in places you didn't feel at the moment but the last thing on your mind was your wellbeing.

"My God..." Yelena muttered the moment she cracked the front door. She watched you in horror but she couldn't lie, the numbers you were putting up all on your own was impressive.

"That's some intense shit." Bob muttered while looking over her head.

"We gotta help her." Bucky said as he was already running down the stairs. He suspected that you weren't acting on your own but at the same time... this isn't the first time he's seen you in this exact state. With or without being activated by a third party source.

"Honestly, I thought Yelena would be the first woman I see suplex a man." Walker added, more like he was talking to himself before he and Alexei stopped gawking at the window.

"There's still time." she remarked and ran outside with her gun drawn at the men you were fighting. There were about four trucks that pulled up just full of guys in which not all of them looked like soldiers. "Holy shit, she's taken down like 40 of these guys alone."

"We can't kill her." a gravelly voice spoke. Accent too strong and foreign to be identified. It belonged to a man. A mean, mean man. You didn't know him but you could tell. You couldn't see him but just knew. You didn't want to see him. You didn't want to see anybody.

"Why not? She's reckless. A liability." another voice spoke. The accent was British. A woman. You knew of her. Jet black hair in a long braid down her back, natural frown. Fair skin littered with freckles. Taller than most. Never not in heels. She was a little less mean verbally but the scars on her face reminded everybody she didn't play any games.

"Exactly." he said, the fabric of his tight dress shirt stretching when he crossed his arms. "We do not need two Winter Soldiers. This one is more of a danger to herself than anybody else. Which is why she should be paired with Soldat. He will keep her in check."

You sat back on your haunches, eyes to the ground and head hung low. Hair like a curtain over your face. It was the only form of privacy you could get. They only just started letting you sleep without the muzzle lately but that collar never came off. It kept you meek. Almost stupid.

"Is that so?" she wondered, her eyes catching you scratching at your knees. The lady banged one time on the window but you didn't stop. "Stop that!"

The buzzer that indicated your cell door opening rang in your ears, making you shudder. Four loud clicks followed and the woman stood in front of you, raising the back of her hand high. But all you did was brace for impact.

Your back hit the dirt. The dark sky rumbling finally finding its way to your senses before the rain fell. The thumping of heavy boots crowding around you before the smoke from the blown up trucks could reach you. Not a single face wasn't blurry until Yelena flashed a light over your eyes. You grunted and clutched your shoulder. A bullet was lodged right past the resistant vest. Two went straight through your right thigh and blood ran from your hairline to your cheek. The adrenaline was wearing off. You weren't tired. Not in immense pain because of the serum but it didn't mean your nerves weren't screaming.

"We're clear. Nobody else should be showing up but we need to get lost. Quick. Evac is two minutes out." Ava said as she walked over to the group huddling around you, checking her weapons and putting them back into their carriers. "Now." she insisted.

"I'll let Val know we need to keep her for a few days." Yelena said before pulling out her phone. "Who's on carrying duty?"

"I got her."

Bucky was already hoisting you into his arms before she even finished her question. The drizzle hitting your skin from time to time was keeping you from falling asleep. Once glance in Bucky's direction and it hit him. He's been through this before. You getting ahead of yourself and disregarding your own wellbeing for the sake of others without even realizing.

It came at him in waves while they walked to the checkpoint with all the things they needed to collect before it fell into the wrong hands. The feeling of your deadweight in his strong arms easily reminded him of your second to last mission. You took a bullet for him and still kept going until you couldn't anymore. Sometimes he would wonder if he really was supposed to keep you in check or if they were punishing him. Though, that didn't make his feelings any less real before they were shocked and wiped away.

The plane ride back held minimal chatter. Bucky couldn't stop himself from hovering around the room you were being taken care of. Constantly checking the little window in the door. Your expression hasn't changed. You weren't sleep. You literally couldn't fall asleep. Mind running and sitting at the same time. It's like when blades spin so fast it looks like slow motion. It made him weary because he'd seen that look too. The memories coming back in still framed flashes made his head start to hurt.

He didn't realize Yelena walked up next to him until he turned away to pull back from barging in. She watched him flinch with a concerned look on her face. Not many people could successfully sneak up on him except for her and Ava. And Bob on occasion.

"She's going to be fine." she said as she leaned on the opposite wall of him. "But something tells me you already know that."

Bucky didn't meet her gaze and only exhaled, frown lines deepening.

"How long did you two know each other?"

"Only a decade." he answered. "We met in '94."

"Seriously?" the same woman, British, spoke at the board meeting. Who sat there was some of HYDRA's top people involved in these projects. "You truly believe removing the soldier from cryo for one girl is necessary?"

"It's not like she is new. We've had her in our back pocket for a few years. Perfecting and refining her behaviors. All we would like is a test run. See if they would work well together." a man, Swiss scientist, said.

"And if they don't?" she challenged.

"Wipe them and start over." he responded almost immediately, shrugging like this was common knowledge. "Nothing we haven't done before."

"It's still foggy." Bucky rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb, brows furrowing. "But I can recall teaching her everything she knows about combat. That look on her face, in there, I have no clue what'll happen if she stays with us."

Yelena looked through the window for a moment with a raised brow. "You're saying she's a threat to us?" she asked and looked back to him. Now he was looking directly at her.

"I'm saying she can be unpredictable."

"Val said she was reformed, rehabilitated or something like that."

"And you're believing a word she says?"

"Bucky, with what we saw out there...Shriek could've done a number on us if she wanted to. I've never seen anything like that and we literally survived the Void."

"I don't know." he looked back at you, lying still and barely reacting to the bullet being extracted. Then his gaze landed on the earpiece Val gave you sitting on a cart nearby. "That didn't seem like someone who was in control."

3 days later.

You stayed on the couch so that it was easy to check on you. You barely talked, let alone got up and moved around. There wasn't a single thing to remember after jumping off that roof. You blinked and suddenly were face up, rain falling on your face and being carried to a plane.

You were in the kitchen making lunch when your phone buzzed. When you pulled it out, Val's name flashed back at you before answering immediately.

"Valentina."

"Good afternoon, hun. How are you feeling today? They patch you up good?" she asked on the other side of the line, you could hear her thank Mel for the coffee that just landed in her hand.

"They did, yes. My thigh and shoulder feel better now thanks to regeneration."

"That's great to hear! You remember that opportunity we talked about?"

You could feel her tone shift just a tad bit, picturing her tight and not-so genuine smile.

"...Yes, ma'am." you said and leaned against the counter as you surveyed the living room. "I won't let you down."

"Of course you won't. Things can get pretty ugly if you fail me. You understand that, right?"

"I do." you replied with your eyes closed. You thought about your next words carefully in hopes you didn't sound weak or were about to bail out. "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything, dear."

You hesitated for a second. She noticed.

Why were you so nervous?

"That mission...I don't remember getting hurt."

You didn't hear a response but you knew she was still there. She set the coffee on her desk and sat down, as if you actually there with her.

"It's...normal for people with a past like yours to forget things due to trauma." she said, her voice molding back into the one similar to when you were still a prisoner. "I wouldn't sweat this one. This is just a small obstacle that we will work on once you're back. I believe in you, alright?"

"Yeah." you said quietly. She cleared her throat, "Yes, I mean."

"Good job." she replied with some sort of pride in her tone. "I have to go now but remember what we talked about. Opportunity. You do this for me and your life will go back to how it used to be. Okay?"

"Yes-"

"-And don't forget," she cut you off. "Keep. The ear piece. On."

"...But I thought you said it was just for missions-"

Before you could finish, the line dropped. You slowly brought it down from your ear and stared off in the distance with a sigh. There was nothing more in this world you needed than a change. Another chance at life and she was the only one who could give it to you. You rolled your shoulders and cracked your neck with purpose before returning to lunch.

It was later in the evening when the sun began to dip below the skyline. Oranges and pinks crept into the darkening blue above the tall buildings. You were on your phone, sitting on the end of the couch with Ava and John, Bob was on the floor watching the TV. Yelena was cutting up an apple and Alexei was flexing in the mirror. Bucky was still in his room taking a nap.

"Oh, by the way, Shriek," Yelena called out from behind you so you'd turn to look over your shoulder. "I forgot to tell you I recovered your throwing knives. I'd hate to lose a good blade like that."

She gestured her chin to a table to your far left. Your eyes darted to the two freshly polished blades before looking back to her with a small nod.

"Thank you." you said, attempting a smile. She smiled back and ate a full slice.

"Anybody wanna go out for drinks?" John suddenly said, his tone obviously bored. Ava gave him a confused look.

"You can't even get drunk."

"Exactly why I should be drinking right now." he retorted with a 'Duh' tone.

"The American is right." Alexei butted in and sat obnoxiously into one of the lounge chairs. John rolled his eyes with a sigh. "We had successful mission and were fiercely protected by the rookie here. I say that calls for a few rounds, eh?" he added on with a pumped fist, sounding genuinely triumphant.

"It's never a few rounds with you, dad."

"I wouldn't mind a few drinks." Bob spoke up with a finger in the air. You had to admit, it was a bit cute.

"Should we wake up Bucky and see if he wants to go?" Ava asked the group. Only met with silence before they all went "Nahhhh."

"What about you?" she turned to you and nudged your shoulder. "You're welcome to tag along before you have to go back to Val."

You looked at her as you actually thought about it. All eyes on you as they awaited your answer. You didn't want to seem lame or look suspicious so...you just went along with it.

"Sure. I'll go." you said with more of a smile than you're used to. This earned a few cheers around the room before they all went to get changed into more casual wear. You found a simple outfit in your bag Val packed just in case you needed some civies.

After a few minutes they all gathered and headed towards the elevator, Yelena still with her apple slices--using one of her knives like a kebab--ready to have a good time tonight. You looked back for a brief moment then stepped onto the elevator with them.

A little later, Bucky came out of his room with a big stretch. The entire place was dark, not a single soul to be found. They must've gone somewhere without him, he thinks, but it wasn't the first time and he needed that nap anyway. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he made his way to turn the kitchen light on when something was suddenly hurled at the wall. He stopped dead in his tracks, now fully alert. The object gleamed under the moonlight, creeping past the windows and showing a sharp flower-looking blade. As soon as he turned, a crisp slap landed on his face, leaving scratch marks from sharp nails before blood beaded from the cuts.

Bucky couldn't get his words out when he felt something wrap around his neck, too choked up and surprised to even try to finish his thought. He gasped and grasped onto the supposed object before his eyes landed on a dark figure slowly walking up to him.

"The Winter Soldier."

He blinked pretty hard a few times while trying to pry this thing off his neck, but to no avail. Then, a pair of eyes were on him. Only slightly bright and hazy in the dark. Once the figure stepped closer, exactly one foot away from his face, his jaw tightened. But he didn't call out the alias. He said your name. Your eyes narrowed as you inched closer.

"So you do remember me." you said, voice echoing slightly the stronger your powers manifested. "Just didn't want to admit it."

"I knew Val was up to something." he strained and struggled, perhaps a little scared for his life. He knew you were purposely holding back. Or at least attempting to kill him very slowly.

"You're worried about Valentina right now?" you pressed, squeezing tighter. "She gave me another opportunity and I won't let you take that away from me. Not again."

His brows furrowed as he tried to stay consciously aware of his surroundings. "Again?"

"James Buchanan Barnes..." you gritted. "You took everything from me."

"What are you talking-"

"When you and your little friends couldn't just lay down and die, making everything difficult with your prying, I went to prison. Valentina had to send me away for my safety while you all took the glory. But you...you ruined my life."

You unwrapped your hair from his neck and watched him heave over to catch his breath. Taking a step closer, you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

"Look at-"

"-Him!" a man shouted in your face while you were strapped to a chair. Head low and eyes shut tight. "You think he loves you?!"

2014.

You two were in trouble.

Your last mission went fine. That was until shit went haywire and your comms with HYDRA were cut for two hours. The rule always was if something went wrong while you both were on a mission, stick together and don't move unless it was absolutely necessary. What you two had was everything and nothing. One minute his hand lingered a little too long on your back or thigh, the next minute he was cold. Non verbal.

You were stuck in a small office in an underground base, only Lord knows where. It was dark and cramped. Clearly for one person to operate with top secret documents and information. You leaned against the desk while sitting on the ground and he was adjacent to you. The solider was staring daggers at you with one knee propped up to act as an arm rest. When you glanced at him he looked away.

His mind has been whirring for the past few weeks. Being out of cryo the past few years and working with you was risky. He hasn't been "acting out" much because he grew a small attachment to the very one he was training to be nothing more than a walking chainsaw.

"Why were you looking at me?" you asked in Russian, eyes still on him. "You do that a lot."

The soldier didn't respond and kept his eyes on his shoelaces. You got up slightly and crawled next to him before sitting with crossed legs. He stiffened and his natural frown grew deeper.

"I didn't mean to." he muttered softly. Speaking like he was trying to placate you. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." you said. There was hesitation in your next movements before you placed your hand on top of his. "We're not enemies."

The soldier swallowed hard and exhaled slowly. This was wrong. He knew you weren't enemies. He...felt. Felt something inside whenever around you. It was foreign. He was supposed to be a husk of a man. A weapon. Hired gun with extra steps. But that wouldn't explain why he secretly enjoyed sparring. Getting to touch you. He pins you to the ground or vice versa. You could handle his aggression. You didn't have a choice. He could handle most of your ferocity just so long as it didn't involve your teeth or nails.

You felt stronger for him. They didn't think to wipe you as much because they didn't use you at much. Most of the time you weren't even aware you were alive.

Lying awake in that cold cell, sometimes drooling on the ground as the solder loomed outside the big display window. You weren't allowed to spar without your muzzle at first. And the collar so you'd know how to fight while out of your mind.

There was that one time you were allowed to spar just as yourself. He's seen your face many times but there was something special about seeing you sweaty and determined to pin him down. The one time they let you fight unsupervised because they'd seen it all before. He could hardly focus with how much better you've become.

It was the same set of moves as usual until you dodged perfectly, lunged at him, and pinned him to the mat. You had a feral twinkle behind those empty eyes for once and that's when he started to question everything.

So now, in this office, was one of very few decisions he made on his own. As him. As Bucky. He tugged your hand towards him and kissed you. It started a little awkward. He didn't know what the hell he was doing but something within him told him to do it. Your fingers tangled in his long locks and scratched his scalp in all the right ways. He grunted as a shiver went through his body before pulling you on top of him.

This was wrong.

Your lips were out of sync and sloppy. No form, just...feelings.

This was wrong.

He was tempted to yank that suit off you and figure out the rest as he went.

This was wrong. You know. He knows.

He thinks. You think.

You two couldn't be any more obvious by the time they found you. They didn't see you dry humping like horny teenagers but it was the simple look of longing in his eyes once the muzzle was put back on.

Your head was yanked upwards by your hair so you'd look directly at the soldier standing in front of you before going on his next mission in New York. Tears in your eyes but they didn't fall yet. He looked like he could start bawling too.

"Say the words!" the man shouted. Your bound wrists struggled against the chair and the tears finally fell. "Say it!"

The soldiers lips parted very, very slightly. Carefully. Cautiously. Uttering three words silently.

"I love you."

"Longing...Rusted..." you sobbed as he grunted in pain. "Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace...Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One...Freight Car."

And just like that...Bucky was gone in an instant.

"You see that?" the man spoke quietly in your ear and pointed to the solider, a wicked smile on his face. "Soldat doesn't know you. He doesn't love you. Make the command. Now."

You shuddered and quietly gulped. "Kill Captain America." you said slowly in Russian. The man let you go and groaned.

"So fucking dramatic." he muttered and gestured between you both. "Wipe her. Let him watch."

"You left me."

A single tear shed down your cheek as you bore your gaze into his. Voice getting lower when you continued on and let go of him.

"Cut off the head...and the body shall follow."

There was a dull look behind your glowing eyes as your hair started moving again. Behind the former assassin was a broken girl. A broken girl who was used and groomed into the sidekick to the world's deadliest assassin. You loved the soldier, you really did. Seeing him now years later made you feel sick to your stomach. Valentina told you everything you needed to know and she was right.

Yet there was nothing more painful knowing you weren't going to enjoy taking him down as much as you thought you would.

3 days ago, earlier that day.

"These are the targets." Val said as she handed you files in the middle of you scarfing down real food. You chewed much more than you could handle but you did not care. She tried to hold back a look of disgust at your hungry and disheveled form. "But this one here...he's the head of the snake. The head of the snake gets cut off, the rest of the body shall follow. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

You stopped mid chew and squinted at the man with the slickback hair down to his ears. He looked really familiar.

"You know him." she said. "The Winter Soldier."

You looked up at her and your heart dropped.

"He left you for dead, honey. And he's why I had to send you to prison. This is your opportunity to get your life back and continue working for me. Bottom line is I need to know that you're stable enough to do this job. Because if not," she leaned over the table and looked at you like a pre-disappointed parent. "You will have to go back to prison. Or worse. Is that clear?"

Your eyes darted from her face to the files. When you looked down at Bucky, all you could see now was a bullseye. No longer the man you once thought loved you. It hit you like a cold bucket of water but every thought that passed by was incomplete.

"Crystal." you said with a few slow nods and ate some more food. Her heels clicked as she made her way to you around the table, pulling up a chair and rubbing your back. Her other hand opened to show the ear piece she wanted you to wear.

"You're going to need this." she explained in that tone again. "I'll explain on the way over." she added with a wink.

You'd been landing a few good blows on Bucky because he refused to fight back. Purely defense. He didn't know how to tell you just how much he was still in love with you. That he'd thought about you frequently without even realizing it but he knew it'd fall on deaf ears because the only thing you were focused on was at least impairing him. At most, killing him.

He landed harshly on the coffee table after you projectile screamed into his face. Glass shards decorated the living room floor and you walked through them like it was nothing because technically it was. With the shit both of you had to endure, glass shards or even a literal fire couldn't compare.

You were one good inhale away from making half the tower start shaking. Your nails grew a bit longer and your eyes glowed brighter, the meanest mug he's seen in a while. He was in awe and wondered if this was what your actualized state looked like. Half of him was truly prepared to die if it was by your hands.

You hovered over him in his lap with your nails ready to drive into his neck. The second you raised your hand that quiet ringing started going off in your left ear like from before. You groaned loudly and held both sides of your head in pain. Bucky's eyes widened as he quickly picked up on what was happening. It was the damn ear piece she gave you. She must've had it scheduled to control you when it was clear you needed to fight or in the middle of one.

He sat up with a grunt and kissed you. It was really the only thing he could think of since words were definitely out of the question. Your body couldn't de-tense itself until he reached up and pulled the piece out to crush it in his bare hand.

He backed up and held your face. The dullness slowly seeped from behind your gaze, the only thing illuminating the room was the lights from the city. Another tear fell as you stared back at him.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. Face so close his breath fanned over your lips. Your shoulders slumped at the gentle look in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you like that. I didn't want to leave you like that...I didn't have time I just- it was one fight after the other and all this chaos surrounding me because of my past and- and I didn't know who I was yet and just... I am sorry."

Your fingers wrapped around his wrists to keep his hands there and closed your eyes. Hair finally coming down from fight mode but your claws remained. "Did you mean it?" you inquired. "When you said you loved me?"

One of the first memories that came back when you saw him was that day. It didn't connect that you were talking to him until you looked up at him while he was carrying you. His face blurry from the tears streaming down your face before everything faded to black. But that's what made you so angry. You believed he said that and then had the nerve to leave you there all alone. So, of course you finally asked the question that was on your mind for a long time. Now that you remembered who was it that was standing right in front of you.

Bucky didn't immediately respond verbally but he nodded without hesitation. That specific memory wasn't entirely clear but he's sure he meant it whenever he said it to you. It's hard to remember much right before he was sent out to kill Steve but he'd never forget you. He never did. You were buried so deep in his mind that you showed up in his nightmares. A faceless figure that was after him until the pieces came together.

You quivered in his hold. You spent everyday since he escaped angry. Angry at him, yourself, the world. You were convinced Valentina was a godsend. Your only saving grace but...she lied. Used your trauma and desperation to please to keep her hands clean.

You pushed his hands down to your waist before practically crushing your lips against his. It was a little less awkward than your first time together but you were clearly less experienced than he was, so he took the lead and slowed down the pace. He held you tight with his metal arm as he carefully stood up, mindful not to break the kiss. Your legs wrapped around him tightly as you got the hang of how to kiss properly.

Bucky made way to his quarters with ease. Gentle arms laying you down before removing your pants. His heart ached at the scars and claw marks and stitches that ran up your legs alone. He took his time showing you that he wasn't put off by it at all, peppering soft kisses on the especially deep cuts.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him. Ever since you escaped you always wore long sleeves and pants to cover up. Mirrors were always turned around and you didn't dare look through glass for too long.

Once he reached your thighs he kissed right along a cut that he unfortunately recognized. It was the one he gave you the first time you sparred. He hadn't an inkling of self control and ended up hurting you, yet all he can remember so clearly is you not even flinching.

Bucky looked up at you while caressing your outer thighs, the coldness of his metal hand in stark contrast to the warmth in those blue eyes.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't have to." he said. "Knowing you love me back is enough."

Your lip tugged upward into an actual smile, heart swelling with warmth and appreciation. A feeling so foreign but finally something that didn't make your chest feel heavy. You can't recall the last time you had a choice.

"I want this." you reassured as you fully sat up to pull your shirt over your head to leave you in just your bra, pulling him up towards you by the chin. "I want this with you."

When he crawled back on top of you, you couldn't hide the the slight wince at the scar on his cheek you left.

"Sorry about that..." you whispered. He took the ghosting hand over his cheek and gave your scarred knuckles a kiss.

"It's okay." he said now with a peck to the lips. "I probably would've done worse."

Bucky was on you like a long lost lover. Well, he technically was. It's been nearly a century since he's ever been this close to someone; penetrating deep inside you felt like getting a warm hug after sitting in the cold. He was careful, thoughtful. Tender.

You held each other like a lifeline. Fingers intertwined in one hand while the other cradled his head by your shoulder. Ever since you escaped, you never thought you'd ever be in this position on your own accord. Too much was going on and way too many people had control over your body and mind.

But this here? With him? It was magical.

Your thighs were tight around his waist. Every other time his hips rocked you gasped softly and let out wispy moans that softly echoed in the room.

His breath occasionally hitched when your walls swallowed him deeper, which he didn't think was possible. It felt like he was molded just for you.

Bucky groaned and rolled over so you were on top. He could feel himself already about to reach climax but wasn't ready yet. Not until you went first. You readjusted your hips and sank down into his lap, watching his head hit the bed and his lips fall agape. You steadied yourself and took a deep breath with your palms to his chest, his hands on your bare hips. He smiled to himself when your hair fell over your shoulder like a curtain.

You rode him at a slightly faster pace than he set before. Nails digging into his skin but he didn't seem to care. Your eyes shut and you let your senses do the work for you. Bucky hadn't seen you in this much bliss since your first kill.

"Shit," you stuttered and kept riding. Your hair started to glow at the tips and your moans became louder. The way your hips moved was fascinating to him. For someone so inexperienced it really looked like you knew what you were doing. He moaned your name and let his flesh hand delicately run over the other scars on your torso.

"Fuck- Ah, you can slow down if you want-"

"No." you gasped and went faster, licking your fangs once you felt him start thrusting up into you. Your legs weakened when he found the spot that made your eyes shoot open.

"Don't stop- Don't-" you cried out, just a few thrusts away from glory. Your last few moans went up a pitch and then you crashed with a shriek. Bucky never let go as he chased his own high while you rode yours out. Your back arched then hunched while your nails dug in him some more from trying to keep from wailing, and that sent him over the edge. He came inside you with a thundering groan from the pit of his stomach. Pumping you to the brim with his hot seed.

His thighs were painted with slick by the time you calmed down. You both heaved, catching your breath while sitting all the way up and collapsing at his side. Your vision cleared once you blinked at the ceiling and paying no mind to the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. He exhaled before sitting up and putting his boxers back on. You glanced at him in slight panic.

"Where are you going?"

He looked back, drinking the gorgeous sight of your spent form and powers unintentionally activating because he was hitting it too good. He still got it!

"Getting a warm rag. I'll be right back."

He came back with a rag and a glass of water, setting the cup down and getting on his knees in front of you. Curiously, you looked down and saw him fold the rag before wiping you down. It was...nice. You'd never seen something like this before. Let alone known of its existence.

"What's this?" you asked.

"Aftercare." he said, folding up the cloth and tossing it in the laundry when he was done. He helped you back into your shirt and underwear before handing you the glass of water. You drank it one go and let out a crisp exhale when finished. He laughed softly to himself before tugging you down with him in his arms.

"You don't look tired." you noted while brushing some of his hair behind his ear.

"I don't get tired." he answered simply and draped your leg over his hip.

"Huh...I don't either." you said. There was a moment of comfortable silence between you two before he spoke up.

"...does this mean you're staying?" he asked the question you've been thinking about the past 48 hours. You just shrugged. Honestly, you really had no clue where to go from here. You were reunited with the man you loved but still worked for the woman who used you for clean up.

"What are you gonna do about Val?" he continued while idly rubbing your leg. Your lips pursed together as it was another question you had to really think about.

"I'll figure it out."

He nodded and considered the depth of your simple words. He knew you would be the lone type after he left, but he was still protective of you even after all these years. "I think if we let the others know what she actually sent you here to do and that you had a change of heart..." he trailed off.

"Going after her will be an arduous task." you said. "I can't ask you to fight my battle."

"She has tried to kill us twice." he pointed out. "I'm just saying, having you on the team will do all of us some good. We can figure this out. Together. I cannot and will not lose you again."

You absorbed his words and actually thought about it. He wasn't wrong, and it wasn't like you wouldn't be in huge trouble if you went back to her without their heads. So, with a huff, you nodded and replied more confidently this time.

"I'm in."

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