#trying to get cucumbers attention

[cavesalamander]

Scum Villain fic where Shen Yuan wakes up out of a coma and realizes that he just had a very, very vibrant dream about his boy and that web novel he hatereads.

When he gets back home after observation it's so... surreal. He feels so much older now. He's practically lived a lifetime in that dream, even if only a few months have passed.

His room is so... cringe is the word he wants to use, but he can't help but find his past self endearing about it all. Except that line of thought makes... no sense at all. His past self is just him from a couple months ago.

He decides to check up on the story he'd been dreaming about and finds out that, though there were a dozen more chapters, they had stopped updating completely without warning just a few weeks after his own coma.

(The comments after his coma, a few mention him, calling him out or cheering for him finally giving up on the story. Some people even speculate he might have died.)

His old comments were so embarrassing to read, but there's a part of him that... sees his love for Luo Binghe even in these.

Wait, why is he suddenly okay being gay for this protag??

He thinks he probably shouldn't be quite so chill about it.

He wonders what happened to Airplane. He stops himself from thinking too hard on the possibility it could all have been real. That was ridiculous!!

Meanwhile in the world of the system....

Luo Binghe is flipping OUT. His husband his shizun his beloved just up and went POOF. No trace of him, no clue left behind.

(Or is it worse if he dies? The original goods died that night he qi deviated and was replaced by Shen Yuan, so there's no soul there to replace him. Luo Binghe has had to deal with dead Shizun before but this time it's... different.)

Either way, after a whole lot of everyone flipping out, Shang Qinghua seems to know a little too much about... something.

The truth comes out. Luo Binghe admits he's suspected something like that for a while now, but thats not important. He needs his shizun back, so how..?

Cue dimension hopping shenanigans.

[meownotgood]

pampering aki... cleaning his hair while you take a bath together, feeding him food you cooked for him, massaging him

maybe biting him every once in a while.... as a treat

pampering him cause he deserves it... I feel like he wouldn't know what to do with all your affection, he just gets all blushy and shy, melting to all of your touches and words. he loves it when you massage his stiff muscles after he comes home from a long day of work, he relaxes so much when you lay his head in your lap and play with his hair...

[koslinas]

watching the bg3 campaign is actually giving me so many laughs like...

[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

sy trying to create a pidw au would be so funny

i feel like he'd actually commit to it to spite airplane. at first, it garnered attention bc it was from the peerless cucumber, notorious critic and biggest pidw hater, so ofc they're all curious how pidw would look like in his eyes. it was surprisingly (well not really, considering the tens of paragraphs peerless cucumber wrote during his rants, all of which have immaculate grammar and spelling— bc ofc he can't let anyone find something to nitpick on his review so they're forced to see the point!) well-written and definitely more plot-focused.

majority of the readers disappeared after the first few chapters, mainly because of the lack of smutty scenes, but those that do remain are very engaged. one of them is airplane's burner account, when he needs to separate himself from his airplane persona. he's really, really curious as to what his hater is doing to his work.

he... he actually likes it. it's not really the novel he envisioned when he was first working on pidw, nor does it contain all the elements of his original draft, but it was good. he likes it a lot better than what pidw turned out to be.

airplane spent so much time contemplating and considering before finally saying fuck it, and dms peerless cucumber to see if he can work as a co-author with him and they can rewrite pidw together. he even sends parts of the original draft (what was left of it, anyway) as incentive!

it takes a long week before even peerless cucumber replies, and by then he has written a novella detailing how much better the original draft was and him screaming very informally at why airplane had to cast it aside.

lol i need money bro im broke af and porn sells, airplane answers.

it takes another week before peerless cucumber finally answers. then live with me, his message reads. no rent. i'll pay for whatever food you want. and whatever bills you have. just write a good fucking novel, i swear to god.

airplane thinks it's a joke, until he receives the address. an actual penthouse. in the richest streets of guangzhou. there is also a request to meet up (seeing as they don't actually know each other, and sy's brothers are very intent on not getting him murdered in his sleep) and airplane, after much, much thinking, accepts.

airplane does not really know what to feel when he finally meets and talks to shen yuan— pampered third son of a very wealthy family, with two protective older brothers and an even more protective little sister— and sy is just. well. he's exactly airplane's type. the beautiful, ice prince who apparently has only shown this much emotion around airplane. sy's meimei had told him cheerfully and then threatened to gut him if he so much as steps a foot out of line. airplane is starting to feel like he's just met a mafia family.

shen yuan's family aside, airplane is actually living his best life. he no longer has to worry about money. he lives in a luxurious (gods he has never seen such a large bedroom before wtf) penthouse without needing to pay rent (!!!) and utilities (!!!) and even food (!!!). he can write as much as he wants. this must be what artists felt like when they're taken care of noble families in exchange for their art.

he does... well. he and peerless cucumber are friends now. they work on the rewrite together. airplane keeps finding out many things, like how shen yuan likes his tea with a lot of honey, dislikes milk chocolate, and prefers drawing over writing. he also runs hot during the night, when he sleeps.

how does airplane know that? well. bros gotta do what bros gotta do. it's a good thing they both like to cuddle.

[whos-the-seme]

okay but I kinda need read a fic where Shen Yuan is wife plotted (AGAIN) by some random papapa plant (dammit Airplane--) and he basically falls into a floating coma or something. on a hunt for some rare herbs with liu qingge, he's lured by the sound of his Binghe's (his lost little lamb) voice and ends up ensnared.

okay, imagine that he's being held high in the air by these vines, just asleep, and nothing can wake him, even after liu qingge cuts the monster plant down to get him. he's just sleeping, rosy-cheeked, unwakeable.

peak lords panic, and start trying to figure it out what this rare plant is. sqh wracks his brain somewhat and somewhat remembers this plot line.

they come to the conclusion that its the everlasting dreams flower or some shit. basically traps the victim in their dreams while it sucks out their qi until the person dies of dehydration/starvation or qi loss, whichever kills them first (sometimes, its not the latter, and if the person is a cultivator, they can last a while before their qi is fully drained enough that they can no longer practice inedia but also haven't died yet). meanwhile, the person won't even care because their dreams are so sweet, that they don't want to leave.

the only way to cure it? true love's song. someone who truly knows and loves the sleeper needs to sing something from the heart, and if it's pure enough or something, it can pierce through the pleasant dreams of the person and wake them up. yqy and lqg instantly become flustered, but both of them can't help but secretly wonder how it would feel to have Xiao jiu/shen-shixiong wake up at their song.

they confer with the rest of the peak lords a little outside of shen yuan's resting rooms on the Qian Cao peak, and yqy decides to sing a little lullaby he used to sing to Xiao jiu when they were still on the streets. he goes in, his voice is a steady but a bit nervous, but he croons that shit out. airplane can't believe his fucking ears. yqy could honestly be an idol its not fair wtf-- only, sqh knows he can't dance to save his fucking life, so.

when yqy finishes, he waits, but his heart sinks when Xiao jiu doesn't so much as stir. he hurries out of the room but sqh notices how the tips of his ears are red in embarrassment. of course, even when he still had his memory, Xiao jiu wanted nothing to do with him, why did he think it would change now, he just--

lqj goes in next. he murmurs a song that he constantly hears sqq sometimes strumming on his guqin, thinking that means sqq must love the song. he's not sure what else he can do, he doesn't know how to sing from the heart, but the feelings he has for his shixiong... he has to at least try to wake him.

he doesn't wake. lqj walks out in defeat.

airplane who has been wracking his brain all this time because he was trying to think of requirements for awakening so he wasn't paying attention suddenly jumps up. he doesn't mind the startled glances that the other peak lords give him.

he just remembered!

the song didn't have to be a romantic song or anything. the love for the sleeper didn't have to be romantic love, at all! he remembered this plot line that he added about binghe trying to wake one of his wives, but it was one of the wives' sisters that woke her, because she truly loved her sister deeply. causing binghe to realize that his love was becoming shallow, in that it wasn't enough anymore or blah blah blah. he scrapped that plot line and that plant after he got a ton of bad reviews for even suggestion that lbh's love (pillar) wasn't big enough and so he had lbh fix it with papapa, but whatever!

he shivered.

anyway, the story has been so warped over time that its only told that it has to be a romantic lover. but it didn't have to be.

he had an idea. he loved Shen Yuan! despite the rocky start, their shared transmigration and experiences led them to form a closer relationship, and Shen Yuan was his best friend. he knew him wholly, both in his bitchiness of Cucumber-bro of their old lives, and in the snarky-masquerading-as-pretentious SQQ he was in their new lives. He knew him as a whole of Shen Yuan, not as Xiao Jiu, or as the original goods.

and also, both he and Shen Yuan had discovered they both liked some similar songs during one of their weekly private meetings a few weeks ago, while Shen Yuan was there under the guise of planning their eventual escapes, but was actually just drinking up all his wine and ransacking his snacks.

he's got this! (he hopes.) (he would quite not like his bro to die from an unwakeable coma.)

confidently, with incredulous stares following him, he walks into the room and sits at shen yuan's bedside. and proceeded to sing, as smoothly as he could, a vocaloid love song. if nothing else, it might shock Shen Yuan awake to hear a random ass vocaloid song in his dreams. the lyrics are actually pretty sweet and soft, but he can't stop imagining the music behind it, making it funnier than it should be to sing it.

[Shen Yuan, whose dreamscape has become completely synchronized to his current living conditions and so he dreams of the serene bamboo hut: *sitting at his table with binghe pouring him more tea* *sudden hatsune fucking miku disturbing the atmosphere*

Shen Yuan: 👁️👄👁️]

while he tries not to giggle as the song comes to an end, the stares of the other peak lords boring into his back from the doorway (he can just hear them thinking, "yqy and lqg couldn't wake him up but you think you can?" but maybe that's just his imagination. or maybe they think the song is shitty, what does he know--), shen yuan's eyes flutter open.

airplane, who didn't think this would actually actually work (though he hoped), gapes at him. Shen Yuan, eyes half lidded from sleep, gazes back.

"uh..."

"The everlasting dreams flower, really? That was a really good plot line, can't believe you, ah," Shen Yuan yawns, "dropped it in favor of more papapa as always, you shitty author." He can't catch a break. Why did he wake this guy up again?

"he's awake!?" multiple voices cry out.

THUMP. yqy has fainted.

they both have forgotten their audience. liu qingge has goes outside to punch a tree. the other peak lords are in various states of disarray, disbelief, and discomfort. liu minyan has appeared out of nowhere to take notes. mu qingfāng rolls his eyes and comes in to check shen-shenanigans's meridians.

"Can't believed that shit worked, honestly," Shen Yuan says, eyeing one of the older disciples try to drag YQY to a cot. he is starting to rouse. "hatsune miku, really?"

"aw! well now you know how deeply and purely I love you, shixiong!"

THUMP. YQY has fainted again.

more sounds of breaking trees from outside. mu qingfāng warily calls out a warning to avoid his good medicinal trees, thanks.

after a while of conversation, with eyes closing a bit once more, from exhaustion, rather than the plant poison, Shen Yuan gives Shang Qinghua a small smile. As his eyes flutter shut again, he says, "I love you too, bro."

[fangirlingpuggle]

Seen SVSSS fics where Shen Yuan is transmigrated as a disciple or plant baby that Shen Jiu raises and just keep thinking of Bingyuan reunion and aftermath in that verse.

Just Luo Binghe being back and suddenly has all the peak lords attention on him.

Do they care he's a heavenly demon no not really, what they do care about is that their nephew is being courted.

All the peak lords absolutely adoring Shen Yuan. Shen Jiu has on numerous occasions had to fight other peak lords to stop them from stealing him as a disciple.

(The collective we have known Shen Yuan for a day and a half and if anythings happens were killing everyone in this room and then ourselves)

Just Luo Binghe having all his courting attempts blocked by numerous peak lords and also so many shovel talks.

He is getting very tempted just to try bridenapping Shen Yuan... but of course the peak lords are waiting and he keeps getting bridenapping-blocked.

Even Shang Qinghua has threatened him...he thinks, Mobei Jun kinda did it on his behalf (Shang Qinghua is very protective of his baby cucumber bro...he has utilized his little bros puppy dog eyes toi get other peak lords to listen to him and do their paperwork many times)

Shen Jiu giving all the death glares at little beast following little disciple Shen Yuan astound like a lovesick puppy. the other peak lords telling him to relax it's not that bad.... and then all the other peak lords freaking out when demon emperor Luo Binghe shows up wanting to court Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu just screaming 'I TOLD YOU SO!'

[seumyo]

DADDY DUTIES 101: Learning how to buy fresh groceries.

Todoroki had never realized how complicated poultry could be.

“Thigh or breast?” the vendor asked with a friendly smile, hands already hovering over the chilled display case of neatly arranged cuts.

He blinked down at the various trays of meat with the kind of mild confusion that suggested he had, in fact, never made this decision before. And he hadn’t—not once in his life. Fuyumi had always handled groceries when they were young, and after moving out, Todoroki either picked up takeout, made simple meals, or followed a list you had written, item by item, down to brand and packaging.

Now, however, you stood beside him, baby Shuu strapped to your front in a soft gray carrier, looking up at him expectantly.

“Thigh,” you prompted gently, your hand brushing his as you leaned a little closer. “You like dark meat more, remember?”

Todoroki nodded slowly, still staring at the options. “Right. Thighs.”

It, in fact, wasn’t as simple as being asked how much he was planning to buy. 

The vendor chuckled kindly and began packaging the chosen cuts.

Beside him, you turned your attention to the baby, who had started kicking his little legs with excitement, his head poking out from the carrier to survey the colorful stalls of the open market. His soft hat was a little crooked, one sock slightly twisted, and yet he looked like the happiest creature alive, making unintelligible sounds and reaching for things that caught his eye—mostly bright bell peppers and leafy greens he couldn’t possibly reach.

“This one’s a busybody,” you murmured fondly, adjusting Shuu’s hat and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Todoroki looked at them both, quiet warmth blooming in his chest. The chaos of the market faded into the background. They were just… a family. His family. Something soft and ordinary, yet so deeply precious it made his breath catch.

“Do you want to pick the vegetables?” You asked, nudging him gently as you tucked the bag of chicken into their reusable shopping tote. “You’ll have to learn eventually. We can’t survive off your curry attempts forever.”

“I’ve been improving,” he said, mildly offended, but followed you toward the produce stand anyway.

“I don’t burn the rice anymore.”

“That was one time,” you teased, looping your fingers through his as they walked. “But the rice did come out… crunchy.”

Todoroki gave you a long, unimpressed look that only made you giggle more.

The vegetable stand was overflowing with color—deep green spinach, vibrant carrots, glistening cucumbers, and tomatoes so red they practically glowed. You picked up a tomato, turned it in your hand, and held it out to him.

“See the skin? No wrinkles, smooth, shiny, and firm but not hard. Try it.”

Todoroki took the next tomato and mimicked your movements, turning it over carefully. It felt strange to be learning this now, at twenty-three, in the middle of a peaceful market with a baby strapped to his wife’s chest. But there was something wonderful about it too. No villains. No patrols. No pressure to save the world. Just… tomatoes.

“This one’s good,” he said, holding it out.

You inspected it with a mock-serious expression and then nodded, placing it in their bag. “You passed. One point for Daddy.”

Shuu let out a delighted squeal at the sound of their voices, wriggling excitedly against your chest. Todoroki leaned down, brushing his nose against Shuu’s cheek until the baby squeaked and grabbed at his face with pudgy fingers.

“His grip is getting stronger,” he mused, letting Shuu yank gently at his hair.

“Probably from pulling your hair every morning,” you said, amused. “I keep telling you to tie it back when you sleep.”

“I like it when he plays with it,” Todoroki said, deadpan, even as his bangs were thoroughly tousled. “It’s his revenge for tummy time.”

He could get a haircut, but then he wouldn’t have those precious moments with his baby again. And you know what they say, that they’re only little once.

You laughed at that, bright and loud, and Todoroki wished he could bottle the sound.

You moved through the market leisurely, picking up items as you went—radishes, some eggs from a local farmer, and tofu from an older woman who complimented Shuu’s dimples. A pair of elderly shopkeepers stopped you two to coo at your baby, pinching his cheeks and offering a small toy, which Shuu instantly tried to eat.

“He’s a little celebrity,” you whispered as you walked on. “Everyone loves him.”

Todoroki adjusted the tote bag on his shoulder, watching his son with a small smile. “He’s easy to love.”

You eventually paused by a small cart selling hand-carved kitchen tools—spoons, spatulas, and even chopsticks. Todoroki was drawn to them, fingers brushing over the polished wood.

“You’ve been interested in this lately,” you said, watching him. “Pottery. Chopstick carving. You know you’re allowed to have hobbies, right? Things that aren’t life-threatening?”

“I’m getting used to that,” he admitted, picking up a pair of sleek rosewood chopsticks. “Not fighting every day.”

He turned the chopsticks over in his hand, feeling their balance.

“I thought it would be harder,” he added after a moment. “Slowing down.”

You watched him quietly, then leaned into his side. “You earned this peace, Todoroki.”

He let out a soft breath. “I think I’m starting to believe that.”

They bought a pair of beginner chopstick kits and made their way home as the sun started to dip lower. Shuu had fallen asleep somewhere between the spice stall and the fishmonger, his little head lolling peacefully against your chest. Todoroki walked slower, letting the soft weight of domesticity settle around him like a familiar coat.

Later that night, after dinner and a shared bath for Shuu (who managed to splash water all over the floor and into Todoroki’s face), Todoroki tucked his son into bed. He stood there for a long moment, just watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his tiny fingers curled slightly even in sleep.

You appeared beside him, pressing against his side, your hand finding his.

“You okay?” You whispered.

Todoroki nodded. “Yeah. Just… grateful.”

Your head rested on his shoulder. “We’ll make sure he grows up knowing he’s loved.”

“I know,” he said. “I already love him enough to last a lifetime.”

And that, more than any legacy or battle he’d ever fought, made him feel like he had truly won.

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[lucydixon]

Curfew

No idea where I'm going with this, lol, but this is part four of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: You wake up in Eddie's arms and realise you don't want the night to end.

You and Eddie made out on top of his van for what felt like hours. 

There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you that you wouldn’t go any further than kissing, and neither of you minded. It was enough excitement for one night, and you were certainly not bored with what you thought might have become your favourite pastime.  

You only stopped kissing to come up for air every few minutes and mutter to one another in the night air until you started to shiver. 

He’d insisted that you, at the very least, get inside the van, where he had blankets and shag carpet that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since he’d bought the damn thing. 

He knew that he probably should’ve taken you home, but you didn’t seem to be in a rush, and he didn’t want the night to end. So, the two of you kept kissing and rolled around in the back of his van instead of on the roof. 

You woke up in Eddie’s arms, blinking at the sunlight streaming in through the windows, tiredly, trying to remember falling asleep. 

You hoped it hadn't been mid-kiss. 

Hopefully, he hadn’t missed his curfew, if he had one. 

You guessed not, considering it had to have been somewhere around two in the morning when you’d moved inside the van, and he didn’t seem worried about making it home at any point. 

Instead of waking him up, you relished in his warmth and snuggled even closer to him, listening to the steady thumping of his heart beating in his chest.��

When Eddie did wake up, about an hour after you had, He freaked out immediately when he saw that the sun was out and that the two of you had clearly fallen asleep. 

You immediately regretted not waking him up when you saw the panicked look in his eyes. 

“Fuck, we fell asleep!” He sat up abruptly, still holding you. 

If you’d been asleep, he certainly would’ve woken you anyway by dragging you along with him. 

“I’m so fucking sorry!” He cradled your face in his hands, looking distraught “Your parents are probably going to be pissed. I should’ve been paying attention.” 

“Eddie.” You placed your hands over his, cool as a cucumber. “Slow down.” 

He couldn’t understand how you were so calm. 

“But you’re gonna get in shit and-” 

“I’m not.” You pressed your lips to his palm. “There’s nobody there to give me shit.” 

“What?” He muttered, breathing a little easier, very much distracted by the feeling of your hands and lips.  

“It’s just me and my dad,” you explained softly. “He’s a trucker and is usually gone for a few weeks at a time.” 

“He’s in Washington or something. Won’t be back till well after spring break.”

“Oh.” Eddie leaned into your touch. “he just leaves you alone for that long?” 

“I’m used to it.” You shrugged like it didn’t matter, but he could tell that it did. “It’s been like that for a long time.” 

“So no rush?” He cracked a little smirk, able to see that you didn’t really want to talk about it. 

“None at all.” Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone so softly that it made him shudder. 

He hadn’t realised how touch-starved he’d been up until that point. 

Now that he knew what it felt like to hold you, Eddie never wanted to let you go. The feeling of you hands against his skin was so tender and gentle and like nothing he’d ever felt before. 

His uncle had done his best raising him, and Eddie would forever be grateful to Wayne, but he wasn’t much of a hugger, so he’d never really been this close to anyone before. 

He was tactile, sure. A hand on the shoulder with his friends every so often, or ruffling the younger boys' hair, but nothing like this. 

This felt special. 

Sacred, even. 

“So, I guess if you’re here right now, last night wasn’t a dream.” He muttered, eyes full of mirth. 

“Definately not a dream,” you breathed, smiling warmly. 

You still couldn’t believe you’d woken up in Eddie Munson’s arms with swollen lips from making out all night. 

“You hungry?” He asked you after a few minutes of just staring at eachother. 

“Starving.” You laughed, only then realizing you hadn’t really eaten at all the day before and had missed dinner. 

“I know a place with killer pancakes.” He proposed. 

“second date before the first one’s even finished.” you nodded, looking amused “I like it.” 

“Last night was a date?” He hadn’t meant to sound so surprised. He’d hoped that it had been. He just wasn’t sure. 

“Oh,” Your smile immediately faltered, and you started rambling nervously. “I thought so, but we never actually talked about it, so maybe I just misread the whole thing and now I’m making it weird-” 

“Hey,” Eddie frowned, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. “Stop that, you didn’t misread anything. I was hoping it was a date, I just didn’t know for sure.”

“Yeah?” You gave him a sheepish smile. 

“Yeah.” He chuckled. 

He wanted to kiss you, but wasn’t really sure how to go about it. 

You’d kissed his hand moments ago, so surely he was allowed to do the same to you, right? 

He was so scared of fucking things up that he let his nerves get the better of him and couldn’t make himself do it.

“Okay,” He cleared his throat and nudged you towards the front seats. “let’s get you some pancakes.” 

You laughed and crawled into the passenger seat. 

You’d had to untangle from one another and weren’t touching for the first time in hours. Neither of you liked it and were already longing for contact, but too scared of coming on too strong to do anything about it. 

Eddie slid into the booth right next to you when you got to the diner, uninterested in having a whole table between the two of you. He was so close that your legs were touching, and he had this little goofy smile on his face that made your heart flutter in your chest. 

He ordered pancakes with chocolate chips and as much whipped cream as the waitress would give him, while you ordered yours plain, which he immediately teased you for. 

“That’s so boring!” He groaned while the waitress retreated “Not even syrup?”

“There’s syrup on the table!” You nodded towards the half-full bottle, looking amused. “Sometimes I like it.” 

“Sometimes?” He gasped in mock horror, “Am I about to watch you eat dry pancakes? I don’t know if I can sit through a travesty like that, sweetheart.” 

He didn’t miss the way you froze for a quarter second every time he called you that, and he couldn’t help but worry a little that he was making you uncomfortable, and you were just too nice to say anything. 

“Does that bother you?” He asked more softly. 

“What, you hating on my dry pancakes?” You laughed, but then faltered when you saw that he wasn’t laughing too. 

“Me calling you sweetheart.” He clarified, able to feel the blush crawling its way up his neck. 

Your eyes widened slightly. 

“No!” You exclaimed immediately “have I been acting like it bothers me?” 

He blinked at you. 

“Eddie Munson,” You said seriously, staring right into his soul, “You can call me anything you want, so long as you call me.” 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed.” You kept going, cracking a smile “But I really fucking like you.” 

“I think you might be crazy.” He breathed, still staring at you with a stunned look. 

“I think you like it,” you smirked. 

“Oh, I like it alright.” He scoffed, leaning into you until your noses were touching. “No loony bin for you, sweetheart. I’m keeping you close.” 

“Good.” you closed what little distance was left and kissed him. 

Eddie sighed happily into the kiss, reaching out to cup your cheek in the palm of his hand so gently you could cry. 

You only got a few seconds before the waitress was back with your pancakes, looking at the two of you with a little, knowing smile. She set the plates down, and the two of you shared a pink-cheeked look before laughing. 

“You really gonna teach me your nerd game?” You asked, ripping up one of your pancakes with your hands while Eddie shoveled the whipped cream mountain monstrosity into his mouth. 

“You really wanna learn?” his words were muffled by the food in his mouth, but the surprise in his eyes was clear. 

“Mhmm.” You hummed popping a chunk of shredded pancake in your mouth. 

“I’m sure you wanna go home after this, So I could drop you off and come back later or tomorrow or something.” He rambled “Or, well, as soon as you can bear to be around me again.” 

“Not really.” You shrugged flippantly, eating your food so slowly he wsn’t even sure you were eating. “I wouldn’t mind showering and getting some new clothes, you can hang out while I do that though, it’s not like anyone’s there.” 

“You’re not sick of me yet?”  

“Never,” You scoffed, but it sounded more like a laugh “Are you sick of me?” 

“Fuck no!” he gasped theatrically “If I had it my way, this date wouldn’t end. We’d stretch it out through all of spring break.” 

“Why don’t we then?” 

Eddie did a double take, but you looked completely unaffected, as if you hadn’t just said something insane. 

“What?” He breathed. 

“If you’re serious, I’m down.” You shrugged, biting into another piece of pancake.  

“You don’t have anything better to do than hang out with me for two weeks straight?” 

Your cheeks burned and he immediately regretted his choice of words when you looked down at your plate. 

“Um, no.” You muttered softly “I don’t, actually.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, sweetheart.” he frowned. “I’m sorry”

“No, I know.” You cleared your throat “I just spend a lot of time alone, with my dad gone all the time. So it’s just been really nice hanging out all night and I guess I don’t want it to end.”   

“I don’t want it to end either.” Eddie rested his hand over yours and leaned into you “Look, I get it. It’s just me and my uncle Wayne and he works nights at the plant, so I don’t really see him very often. If I didn’t have hellfire and Corroded Coffin, I’d lose my mind.” 

“Corroded Coffin?” Your brows pulled together slightly. “What is that?” 

“My band.”

“You’re in a band?” You immediately perked up. “No shit?” 

“No shit.” He grinned “Lucky for you, there are two gigs within the span of our two week date, so you will be dragged to the hideout to watch us play.” 

“Here I was thinking you couldn’t get any hotter.” You shook your head in disbelief. 

Eddie’s ears burned. 

He wasn’t sure what the fuck he'd done to deserve this. Deserve you. But, he thanked every god in the universe for crossing your paths and making you crazy enough to want to spend two full weeks with him.

Part 5

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[myardentheart]

peaches n' cream

summary: robby learns something about his resident that he absolutely has no business knowing.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: f!reader, implied age gap, camming, masturbation (f & m), a hint of yearning, inappropriate conversations in the workplace, robby is lowkey nosy asf

a/n: hiii :) this is my first time writing in 4 years lol and first time writing smut but the pitt just does something to me so! enjoy :D

robby knows it’s wrong. knows he shouldn’t feel this way for the young, pretty third year resident who is too kind for her own good. he even knows that not a single good thing could come from how he feels. 

but does knowing any of this stop his feelings? no. no it does not.

instead he feels his heart rate pick up just at the sight of you. watching you yawn as you pull your backpack onto your shoulders before giving him a sleepy smile. hand resting on his arm and gently squeezing, “goodnight robby. see you tomorrow!” as you make your way out of the pitt with samira to walk home together.

he thinks he mumbles a, “goodnight,” to you too, but he can’t be sure. he was too busy making sure he doesn’t have a goddamn heart attack in his own er at the sight of your smile.

a patient coming in with a massive hemorrhage means he stays in the er an hour later than he usually does. 

starting his walk home, he pops his earbuds in. letting “trouble blues” by sam cooke play. the walk flies by as he thinks of all the patients he’s had today. the ones he saved and the ones he couldn’t. he knows it’s not his fault but can’t shake the feeling that if maybe he would have just done a little more, they could’ve lived.

getting home, he drops his bag beside the couch and heads straight for the shower. he just stands underneath the warm spray for a few minutes, trying his best to let the day wash off of him—it never quite works—and swirl down the drain. 

when he’s finished, he slips into his pajamas and heads to the kitchen to heat up his leftovers. he sits on his couch, not quite watching the old game he has playing, before he goes to bed.

when he gets in, he just lays there. staring up at the ceiling. the weight of the day—really everyday since he became a doctor—hitting him all at once. every patient from the day he thinks he should have saved or could have saved if he would have just been a bit faster or a bit smarter sinking in on him.

he knows if he doesn’t do something to distract his brain he won’t get any sleep at all. but he hates himself as his mind drifts to you. the only good part of his day. the hatred only grows as he feels the familiar jerk of his cock.

if he were to tell someone what it was about you that captivated him, he would tell them a bit of everything, really. how compassionate you are with patients. how you give everyone your undivided attention as they talk to you. your tenacity to push yourself to always be better than you were the day before. the list goes on. is endless for him really.

which is why he knows it’s wrong when right after thinking of you, his mind drifts to a very inappropriate conversation he overheard between shen and ellis.

“i’m telling you, this website is actually good,” is what shen is telling ellis as they finish filling out their last few charts that morning. 

the only reason shen even thinks to bring this up is because he’s finally finishing up the chart from the girl who came in at 2am with a cucumber she couldn’t remove on her own.

ellis, for reasons she could not tell you—she will blame it on delirium—entertains him asking, “okay? i feel like the bar is pretty low when we’re talking about porn. most things are at the very least decent.”

and shen is shaking his head, “no like… it’s all live stuff, but there’s something for everyone. i’m telling you.”

he— and robby— can both tell she’s not all that sold, but he’s still telling her the website name, just in case.

the website robby hadn’t realized he filed away the name of until this moment. 

the one he currently has open on his phone that he’s holding far away from his face so he can fucking see without his glasses.

and as he’s scrolling through—not finding anything that’s suiting his interests—he’s wondering why the fuck he’s taking advice from shen of all people. indirect and otherwise. 

nearly halfway through the first page is when he stumbles across a cute peaches n’ cream themed starting soon screen and decides to click on it. he won’t admit to himself or anyone else it’s because it reminds him of you.

when he clicks in, all he hears is upbeat lofi music as he wonders what the hell he clicked on before a soft sleepy voice—that sounds a little too familiar—rings out. 

“hiiii! i’m here, sorry guys. my room was a mess. didn’t want to be messy for any of you… at least not yet” 

as she giggles, the screen switches from the starting soon screen to a woman lounging against the pillows on her bed—looking entirely too cozy to be doing what he came here to get—in long sleeved, peach-patterned pajamas. camera angled from her lips down as she sits with her legs criss crossed on her bed.

“i know. i know. very on brand pajamas tonight. peaches for peach!”

that’s when robby knows he’s fucked. he’s thought about you too much and now he’s seeing you in a random woman who goes by peach. in his defense though, she looks just like you. her smile as she welcomes everyone is nearly identical to the one you gave him tonight. the one you’ve given him every night since you started at ptmc, but he convinces himself he’s just seeing what he wants to see.

in any other circumstance, he would have clicked off by now but because she reminds him so much of you, he has to see it through. listens as she thanks everyone for their tips before her lips pull into a pretty pout. one that reminds him of all the times he’s given you cases that you didn’t particularly want and your mouth pulled down before you could feign indifference. 

“tonight’s gonna be a short one. today was so long and i’m so sleepy but i promise to make it good for you.”

robby lets out an amused huff—even as he feels his cock twitch at her promise—at one of the tips telling her she shouldn’t have to work but he likes the answer she gives more as she giggles softly, “that’s very sweet but i love what i do! wouldn’t trade it for anything… but i do need to go to bed sooo let’s get started.”

he watches as she stands up so she can wiggle her pajama pants down her legs before they disappear out of frame. only able to focus on the cute pair of panties that match her pajamas as she sits back down and starts unbuttoning her shirt, smiling sweetly into the camera again as she reads through some comments, “you’re all being so sweet to me tonight! thank you guysss!” 

and he can’t be helped as he lets his hand slide over the bulge in his pajama pants. just palming himself lightly as he watches her shrug her shirt off, tits free and jiggling as she does.

it’s all he can focus on at first before he lets his eyes roam her pretty full lips, the softness of her stomach, her pretty tattoo—two cherries with their stems tied together by a bow with little sparkles around it, right below the inside of her elbow—that he notices as she reaches out of frame.

the tattoo looks a lot like yours. 

in the same place too.

and it hits him like a fucking freight train when he realizes.

she is you.

his hand stills on his cock as he recalls the time he asked you about it.

there’s a chill in the air, not strong enough to make you leave the bench just yet, but enough to make you reach into your bag to grab your jacket.

robby, hyper aware of every move you make, catches sight of the cute little tattoo you have.

can’t help himself when he asks, “what’s it for?”

you look up at him, eyes bright, even if they are a little sleepy, “what? my jacket? ‘s cause i’m a little cold, but i’m enjoying the quiet out here with you.”

the night had ended the way it usually does. a few beers in the park after a particularly long shift. just shooting the shit with everyone, laughing away the hard day.

it didn’t take long for the yawns to roll in and for people to make their exit, leaving only you and robby. 

you, because the stillness of the night was the only way you could decompress after a shift. robby, because he has a soft spot for you. 

which is why he finds amusement in your question as he says, “not the jacket. your tattoo. i’ve been meaning to ask.”

he will not be unpacking the fact that his heart skips a beat as you give him a teasing smile, “you been thinking about me, robinavitch?”

even in the dark of the night, you can see the flush that runs from his cheeks to his neck as he rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed, “you wish, kid.”

you murmur something under your breath that he can’t hear before telling him, “doesn’t mean anything. i kind of just told the artist to do whatever and when she showed me this, i really loved it so i got it.”

humming his acknowledgement, he nods, while definitively deciding that cherries are his new favorite fruit.

robby knew, from that moment on, he was eternally and royally fucked when it came to all things you.

now though, as you pull a lilac-colored, six-inch dildo into frame, robby knows there’s no coming back from this. you will be irrevocably ingrained in him until you inevitably leave ptmc, and subsequently, him. 

he should close the tab, block this fucking website, turn off his phone, and forget all about this. 

but he does none of the above.

instead he works his pajama pants just below his balls, grateful he didn’t bother putting on boxers tonight as you ask everyone sweetly, “do you guys think i deserve to use this tonight? or should i only be allowed to use my fingers?”

as you read the comments that roll through, you lick up the side of the dildo. the sight of it has robby’s cock twitching, almost like it’s begging for attention it knows it won’t get from you. 

he gives himself the next best thing—his fist—as you read out a tip.

“you’re only allowed to tease yourself with it until you’re a dumb little peach, then use your fingers to cum.”

robby can visualize exactly how your eyes look as you pout at the camera, “you guys are so mean to me.”

and he has no choice but to squeeze at his base as you hum, “you know you like it mean. well yeah but i thought you’d be sweet to me tonight. guess i’ll give you what you want though.”

with that, you’re propping your feet on the bed as you spread your legs wide. running the dildo over your tits and down your stomach before running it over your clothed cunt slowly. 

letting out a soft sigh, you spread your legs even wider which has robby using his thumb to spread precum around his tip. hissing between his teeth as his thumb dips into his slit.

his eyes don’t stray from the screen as you pull the dildo away, just to let it slap against you heavily as you moan softly. before letting your teeth catch your bottom lip. 

you run the tip over your clit before pulling it back again, letting out a quiet whine as it smacks against you. you keep it up until there’s a visible wet patch on your panties and everyone in the chat is begging you to just take them off, so you listen.

using the leverage your pillows give you, you lift your hips and wiggle your underwear down until you can kick them out of frame.

dozens of messages come through telling you how pretty your pussy looks when it’s all messy and wet like this and robby is inclined to agree with every single one of them. 

he squeezes at the base of his cock before giving himself one slow pump upwards, squeezing even tighter right below his base as you whimper quietly, “‘s mean you won’t let me use this. just need to be full of something.”

robby can’t help but think in that moment that he wants to be your something as he watches you sink two fingers inside your tight, wet cunt. 

the moan of relief you let out at finally being full has his balls tightening already. he knows he’s not going to last as he matches the steady pace you fuck yourself to.

but it doesn’t take any time at all for you to find your spot as you curl your fingers, palm rubbing against your clit.

when you lift your hips to grind against your hand, robby knows there is absolutely no hope for him to ever recover from this. but he can’t even think about that as you squeak out, “‘m gonna cum. holy fuck i’m–”

and he is right there with you. not taking his eyes off his phone, just adjusting the angle as his cum splatters all over his chest. 

his vision whites out just a bit and when he comes back to, he sees you stuff your slick-covered fingers into your mouth after saying something, but he can’t hear you for the ringing in his ears.

instead of staying to figure it out, he’s making quick work of closing the tab and turning off his phone as if it will erase what he’s done but he knows it won’t. 

the only thing he does know is that he won’t be able to resist the urge to come back tomorrow night.

[sugurouge]

── a gentle touch. sylus x f!reader

fluff. sfw. suggestive content. mdni. ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ pet names (sweetie, kitten, sweet girl, darling), teasing, sylus carries you around. synopsis: pampering sylus | 700 words

Self-care nights have always been your little sanctuary, a time to unwind and reset before the chaos of the next week takes hold. But ever since Sylus stepped into your life, these nights have transformed into something far more indulgent.

It’s not just about pampering yourself anymore—it’s about watching the ever-composed, ever-calculating man at your side slowly surrender to your touch. For someone so used to power and control, Sylus makes an art of pretending he’s unaffected.

But you see through him. You always do.

“You look real focused, sweetie,” he muses, his voice deep and lazy. “What, am I that mesmerising?”

You roll your eyes and distract yourself with putting on more layers of the mask. Your fingers delicately smooth the clay over his face.

“You don’t have to fish for compliments, Sylus. You already know you’re unfairly handsome.”

He’d smirk if it wasn’t for the slowly drying layer to tighten against his skin, but you can feel the amusement radiating from him nonetheless. A low chuckle vibrates from his chest. “Flatter me more, kitten.”

However, you pretend to ignore him, but as your fingers drift over his cheekbones, your gaze softens. Even with the mask obscuring his features, his beauty is undeniable. From his aquiline nose to the sharp line of his jaw, and the quirk of his lips as if he’s constantly thinking of something devious—it’s all too much.

Your thumb absentmindedly traces over the bridge of his nose, and he hums at your touch, his eyes seem to zero in on you. “Adoring me now, are we?”

You huff in response, and attempt your best to fight off the allegations about the affect Sylus has on you. “I just think it’s unfair how good you look even with this stuff on your face.”

His fingers curl around your wrist, stopping your movements as his thumb brushes over your pulse point. “You’re the unfair one, darling. Sitting so pretty on my lap, touching me so sweetly.” His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse flutter.

“Sylus,” you warn, but it comes out softer than intended.

“Mhm?” He tilts his head, a wolfish grin forms on his lips which causes the clay mask to crack while Sylus suddenly sits up to close the distance between your lips.

Your hands fly up automatically to cup Sylus’ cheeks in a valiant attempt to stop the mask from falling all over his bedsheets, to keep your yearning mess of a boyfriend away from you.

“Sylus!” You repeat louder, though you try to keep the giggles at bay. “I think we’re making a mess!”

At that, Sylus glances down—his neck and bare chest now dusted with flecks of half-dried clay from where you’ve touched him. You can't help but glare at him a little. “That’s your fault.”

“Oh? And what do you plan to do about it, kitten? Are you going to punish me?” His hands slide down to your waist, his touch firm to pull close and rub the mask along your neck and cheek.

Before you can react, he shifts, effortlessly lifting you into his arms and with him off the bed. Abandoning all the tubs and containers, the cucumbers and damp towels.

The squeak of yours is an embarrassing sound, though who could blame you? Your arms already wrap around his neck as he stands, carrying you with one goal in mind.

“What? Where are we going?” You demand to know, the tone of your voice telling Sylus that you are getting fed up with his antics. Though he chuckles, a tone so light-hearted and tender you have no chance to truly be mad with him.

“The bathroom,” he answers smoothly, “considering the mess that I have made...” Sylus leaves the implication hanging and rather focuses his attention on your body, how you feel against him, in his hold. His hands smooth along your ass, firmly encasing the globes to apply the slightest amount of pressure.

The moment you’re inside, he presses you against the cold tile wall, caging you in with his frame while one hand moves to rest beside your head. His smirk is lethal now, his lids hooded as he watches you swallow under his scrutiny.

“You know,” he murmurs with a voice like velvet, “we could take this whole ‘self-care’ thing a little further... since you already keep groaning my name, I might as well hear it bounce off the bathroom tiles.”

With that, his lips ghost over your jaw, teasing, taunting, nipping until you reward him with everything Sylus craves. You exhale a shaky breath while your fingers card through silver strands for leverage.

“W-we should clean up,” you manage to hold your ground, though your defenses are crumbling fast.

Sylus only hums, his hands gliding down your sides for his thumbs to press into your hips just enough to make you squirm. “Mhm, why not both all at once?”

You nod, and that’s all he needs before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, intoxicating kiss while already, and ever so eagerly, discarding your top.

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[winter-soldier-buck]

heart by heart ♡ b.b

pt. 1... sort of. this is the official pt. 1. you can read the intro to this series here :).

pairing: thunderbolts!bucky barnes x singlemom!fem!reader

warning: different parts of bucky's mcu timeline, google-translated words that aren't english, use of y/n, yearning

word count: 3.4k

author's note: ahhhhh y'all made me so emo with how much you loved the intro i posted for this fic that i couldn't not get to writing the official first part. again, please let me know what you think! also, side note, i didn't realize my option to send asks was turned off, but it's on now! <3

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Bucharest, Romania - Late 2015

“Salut,” you greeted the street vendor with a smile as you skimmed over the fresh produce they were selling. After a week of living in Bucharest, you were finally stocking up on some much-needed groceries after spending a lot more money on takeout than you’d like to admit. However, part of why you delayed shopping was that speaking Romanian was not your forte. “Douǎ, uh, uhhhh…”

The woman at the stand raised her eyebrow at you in curiosity, but also amusement at how you were struggling.

You didn’t even notice how entertained she was as you held up two fingers to indicate that was the quantity you wanted to get.

“Douǎ,” you repeated as you stared at the produce again, trying to remember the correct word for what you wanted to purchase. Unfortunately, you were hopeless in the matter.“Um, tomatoes? Please. Oh! I mean, vă rog.”

The woman blinked at you with an unreadable expression.

“Castravete?” She asked and pointed to the cucumbers that lay next to the tomatoes.

“No! Uh, nu. Îmi pare rǎu.”

You didn’t really know what you were apologizing for, but it felt like the right thing to do. It wasn’t the woman’s fault you weren’t fluent in a different language.

Frustrated with yourself, you huffed and then pointed towards the tomatoes.

“Ceapă?” The woman asked as she pointed to the onions on the other side of the tomatoes.

“No. Well, actually, yes, I need that too, but-.”

You knew that you were rambling in English and that the poor woman probably didn’t understand a thing you were saying, making you feel even more stupid. However, before you could make a bigger fool of yourself, a voice spoke up from behind you.

“Două roșii, Nadia,” a man said, making you turn around to look at him. He was dressed casually in a grey zip-up sweater and jeans paired with a black ball cap that did nothing to hide his longish brown hair. That and the stubble of his growing beard really added to the whole rugged aura he exuded. “Fii amabil.”

“Americani,” the woman tsked, snapping your attention back to her as she gathered two tomatoes and an onion to put in a paper bag.

You blinked in confusion.

“Wait,” you started, then glanced between the man and the woman. “You two know each other?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m Nadia’s favourite customer,” the man said, then smiled as he moved his captivating blue-eyed gaze back to you. You would’ve been lying if you tried convincing yourself that you didn’t think he was attractive. “I’ve come to her stand enough times to know she understands English just fine and is giving you a hard time because you’re not from here. Right, Nadia?”

“It is fun,” Nadia replied with a shrug, her accent thick. “American, yes?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling as she handed you the bag of produce.

“Him too. He pay.”

“Oh, no, I can pay.”

You went to reach for your wallet, but the man was already handing her a bunch of coins.

“Thank you, Nadia, have a nice day,” he said charmingly, then looked back at you. “Hey, I’m Bucky.”

He extended his right hand for you to shake, but you just glanced down at it, wondering why he was wearing leather gloves on both hands, then back to him before raising an eyebrow.

“Bucky?” You asked skeptically.

“Yup.”

You held his gaze for a moment, then cracked a smile as you shook his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Bucky replied, returning the smile. He observed you for another moment as you dropped each other’s hands, but before he could say anything else, another patron excused themselves around him to go up to Nadia. “Maybe we should get out of the way.”

“Good idea,” you agreed, stepping aside and muttering a quick thank you to Nadia before you and Bucky started walking away together. “Uh, thank you for that, by the way. I can pay you back for the groceries.”

“Don’t worry about it. I overheard you struggling to communicate, and I’ve seen Nadia mess with quite a few tourists for entertainment. Thought I’d step in.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

Silence fell between the two of you as you continued walking, but luckily, Bucky didn’t let it become awkward.

“So, what brings you to Bucharest?” He asked, glancing at you curiously. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t know yet,” you told him honestly, feeling comfortable enough to do so. “Life after university wasn’t what I wanted it to be. I worked a corporate office job that I hated and had nothing to do with what I studied. I was miserable. So, I worked my ass off for a couple of years while living in my aunt’s basement so I could save up enough money to take a year off and travel. I landed in Zürich four months ago and have been all over the continent since. Sometimes I’m in cities for days. In other places, I’m there for weeks. I found a place to stay here in Bucharest for a month with the option to extend longer. Figured it would be a good central point for me to have while I looked into visiting more Eastern European countries.”

Bucky nodded in understanding.

“Fair enough. What did you study?”

“Architecture. Exploring Europe has been great for reigniting that passion.”

“Europe would definitely be good for that,” he agreed.

“What about you?” You asked. “What brought you here?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away, and when you looked up at him again, he seemed to be deeply considering his next words.

“I also needed a break from home,” he explained. “Gotta figure out a few things for myself, and this seemed like a good place to do it.”

You hummed in agreement.

“It’s refreshing being somewhere no one knows your name. Or face.”

“Precisely.”

The two of you were approaching a busy road, and you soon realized that you’d probably have to go your separate ways so you could return to the apartment you were staying in.

“Well, Bucky, I’m glad I learned your name,” you started as you slowed your walking. “As amazing as these last few months travelling have been, it’s been lonely, and you seem like a good person to know. Thank you again for today.”

“Of course,” Bucky responded while the two of you came to a stop at a crosswalk. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“It was nice to meet you, too. But I should get going. This produce isn’t going to make itself into a meal.”

Bucky chuckled.

“No, I guess it won’t. Bye, Y/N. Get home safe.”

“I will. Thanks, Bucky.”

With that, you smiled and turned to walk away. However, you only made it a few steps before Bucky spoke up again.

“Y/N, wait,” he called after you, making you turn to face him again and look at him questioningly. “You’re right, it can get lonely here alone. And, uh, well, if you ever want some company�� I’ll be around.”

You didn’t respond right away, but couldn’t help the amused smirk tugging at your lips as he awkwardly glanced at the ground, seemingly regretting not letting you just walk away.

“Was that your attempt at asking me out?” You teased.

Bucky laughed too.

“It sounded better in my head, to be honest. But, yeah, I guess it was.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, but with the look on Bucky’s face, he seemed a little anxious about what you were going to say. Did he really think you were going to turn him down?

“I like that idea. Meet me back here tonight at eight?”

“It’s a date,” Bucky said, grinning again.

“Not a date,” you corrected, still chuckling. “We’re acquaintances.”

“Oh, for sure. Practically strangers.”

“Well, yes. I did just meet you at a street market in Romania, after all. If my father heard this was how I was making friends in Europe, he’d have an aneurysm.”

Bucky wholeheartedly laughed at that.

“Rightfully so,” he stated. “But I’m glad I get to be an exception. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

~*~

New York City, USA - Late 2027

You were late.

Not overly late, you’d only left your apartment 10 minutes later than you intended to. But, given the situation you were getting yourself into, tardiness only added to your anxiety about it all.

You impatiently waited for a gap in traffic to cross the street at an intersection, growing more irritated at the characteristically excessive NYC traffic. After about seven more cars passed by, you were fed up with waiting and stepped off the curb to rush across during a risky gap between vehicles.

“Sorry,” you yelled as an approaching taxi laid on the horn, but you weren’t really sorry. No, you had bigger things to worry about than aggressive drivers.

The coffee shop you were headed for came into view, and you were hit with an intense wave of deja vu. It’d been over three years since you last stepped foot in the place, and the man responsible for you not wanting to return there was inside waiting for you.

Your mind screamed at you to turn around and go home, that this meeting wasn’t worth it. Yet, your feet kept moving you forward, and soon enough, you were walking through the door.

The coffee shop was exactly the way you remembered it. Everything from the rush hour lineup, the sound of beans being ground into a fine coffee and the smell of the shop’s signature pastries all felt so familiar, almost like you were never away for as long as you were.

Out of habit, your gaze moved to the table tucked in the back left corner furthest away from the counter. Your table. The only one that wasn’t constantly interrupted by someone walking by and allowed enough solace from the hectic environment to have a proper conversation with another person.

At that table sat Bucky Barnes with his eyes already locked on you.

“Fuck me,” you muttered under your breath, regretting every decision you ever made that led you to this point. Still, you swallowed your pride and made way toward the Winter Soldier.

Once Bucky realized you were approaching, he stood to greet you, but not without almost knocking the table over in the process.

“Shit,” he grumbled, but played it off coolly as he steadied the table with his hands, which was when you notice the metal one being covered by a glove. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you responded awkwardly, feeling way more anxious all of a sudden. “Um, I’ll just go order my coffee, then I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, I, uh, I ordered it already. Iced coffee, right? Even though it’s cold out.”

Your stare fell to the table where two coffees indeed sat, one cold, one hot, and you wondered how you missed that when Bucky almost knocked them onto the ground.

“Yeah, thank you.”

The two of you sat down across from each other in silence, each taking a sip of your drinks. You didn’t know what to say, so you glanced around the coffee shop again, but felt Bucky’s gaze on you the entire time. Once you looked back at him, he spoke again.

“How’ve you been?” He asked.

“Fine,” you replied, then took another sip of your iced coffee before exhaling. “Listen, Bucky, I really can’t do the whole small talk thing. Not with you. Why am I here? How did you and what made you want to find me?”

Bucky held your gaze for a moment, then took a nervous breath.

“It’s a long story.”

“Good thing I have time.”

“Right,” Bucky started. “I just don’t know where to begin. Well, getting your number was harder than I anticipated, actually. I had to use one of my connections for that.”

“I see,” you hummed in understanding. “Had to be a good one because I made sure it wouldn’t be easy for anyone to find me. Was it one of your congress connections that you were able to pull some strings to get my info, or Sam?”

“… Sam.”

“Of course.”

Bucky nodded.

“As for why I called you, that’s a bit more complex. I, uh, well, I’m kind of part of a new team of sorts.”

“I saw that,” you told him. “With Nat’s sister… and John Walker of all fucking people. Anyways, I hear they’re calling you guys the New Avengers.”

“Yeah, and Sam is pissed,” he stated. “I was lucky he gave me your number. However, I do owe him one now.”

“Which he’ll never let you forget.”

“Ever. But that’s beside the point. There was a reason I called you.”

You looked at him expectantly, but he was silent for a moment.

“Tell me, Buck. Please.”

Bucky sighed deeply, but seemed ready to lay everything out.

“How the New Avengers formed was because of an event,” he explained. “Bob, who is part of our group, uh, well, he kind of engulfed all of Manhattan in a massive darkness—the Void. During it, people’s souls were consumed by an emptiness that made them relive the worst aspects of their past. I went into the Void to try to figure out how to get rid of it.”

“I was in it too,” you whispered.

“You were?” Bucky asked, shock evident on his features as you nodded. “I didn’t think you were still here. Well, until Sam told me you were.”

“I never left New York. I’ve been living here since we last saw each other, apart from being away for a few months three years ago, and was in Manhattan when that… darkness took over.”

“So you know what it was like.”

“I do,” you explained, shaking your head. “It wasn’t fun. But, I am sorry you had to relive your darkest parts, too, Bucky. I know how hard you’ve worked to move on from that.”

“What do you mean? I have a great past,” he teased, making you smile. There was the Bucky you knew so well.

“In what world, Barnes?”

“Not this one.”

Both of you laughed, then fell into a comfortable silence. It was natural, which made you feel a lot of things.

“You were part of what I saw in the Void, Y/N,” Bucky continued. “Part of what really got to me.”

“Bucky-.”

“I mean it. Seeing you and not being able to do anything, I had nightmares about it for days. I’m really sorry, I don’t have it in me to expand on what I saw right this moment, but I hated it. And I haven’t stopped thinking about you since. I just- I needed to hear your voice. The last thing I was expecting from that phone call was to learn that-.”

“That I have a daughter,” you finished for him, taking a second to use your sweater sleeve to wipe away the tears that welled in your eyes during his spiel.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied, nodding.

You exhaled again.

“I guess I owe you some explanation on that.”

“I can’t beat around the bush on this, Y/N, I gotta know. Is she mine?”

Taking a deep breath and trying to blink back the tears that were already spilling, you nodded.

“Of course she is, Bucky,” you stated, voice cracking in a sob.

“Holy fuck,” Bucky said quietly, not being able to hide his surprise, but also, genuine relief.

You shook your head again, still trying to stop the tears.

“I haven’t been with anyone else. I’ve tried because I was so, so angry at you. But, I didn’t even attempt talking to another man romantically until almost a year after I gave birth. It was always you, Bucky. It was never a wonder who her father was.”

Bucky stared at you like you were the only person in the world as he hung onto every word you said.

“Wow, I-,” he started, but cut himself off. “You were pregnant when I left.”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I found out I was expecting about three weeks after you left. I was terrified, but you saw to it that I wouldn’t be able to find you, either. I wanted to tell you, but the only information I managed to scrounge up was that you were missing therapy sessions while off in the Czech Republic doing god knows what. Then I was mad and didn’t want you to know. I didn’t think it was fair that you got to remove yourself completely from my life, when I stayed haunted by you leaving what we had. It was impossible to move on because everything came back to you.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you’ve gone through this alone. If I had known I would’ve-.”

“You would’ve what, Bucky? Stayed?”

He took a minute to respond, taken aback by your harsh tone, then looked downwards, as if he was ashamed to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know,” he admitted honestly, making you scoff. “Y/N, leaving and staying away wasn’t easy for me to do.”

“Really?” You challenged. “Because you did a damn good job at it.”

“Because my fear of something bad happening to you was and still is very real. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if someone hurt you again as a way to get to me.”

That shut you up real quick.

“Even now,” Bucky continued. “Meeting here, I’m looking at everyone in this place, paranoid, because I will always have a target on my back no matter what, and that extends to you. The thought of you being used as collateral scares the shit out of me. But I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. Especially now with-.”

“The fact that we have a daughter,” you whispered.

“Exactly. The safest thing for you and her would be for me to stay away, I know that, and me being part of the New Avengers puts you both at even more risk, but she’s my daughter. I gotta know her.”

Seeing Bucky get so emotional as he spoke made you emotional too, and by then, you knew there was no point in trying to hide it as another sob left your mouth.

“You will,” you promised. “She deserves to know her dad. I may still be pissed at you and hesitant to let you back into my life in any extent, but she’s your daughter too. And she’s fucking amazing. I would never intentionally keep her away from you now that you know and want to be part of her life. I’m not evil. But, Bucky, you have to be in or out. You can’t just disappear on her like you did me. I refuse to put her through waiting and wondering if you were ever going to come back.”

Silence fell between the two of you again, but you knew that it was in mutual understanding and agreement.

“Y/N,” Bucky said after a few moments had passed. “I am undoubtedly and wholeheartedly in.”

“Good. You’d be really missing out if you weren’t.”

“I already hate that I’ve missed so much, but I can’t wait to meet her. However, I do think we need to take this slowly.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “She and I both have to be ready for that meeting to happen, which won’t be today.”

“For sure,” Bucky replied. “Hopefully soon, though.”

“It’ll probably be sooner than I’m ready for, but for her, I’m willing to make it work. That being said, I should get going so I can go home to her.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you for talking with me, Y/N.”

Both you and Bucky stood up from the table and had an awkward moment of almost going in for a hug, but ultimately didn’t. After muttering quick goodbyes and discussing how you’d be in touch, you slung your bag over your shoulder before heading on your way.

However, you only made it a few steps before Bucky called after you.

“Y/N, before you go,” he said as you turned to face him again. “Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Go for it,” you responded, having no idea what he could be about to ask.

“What’s her name?”

Bucky was smiling as he asked, and despite you still feeling a type of way about his sudden reemergence in your life, you smiled too.

“Penelope Rebecca Barnes.”

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Never Let You Go

Pairing: Soft yan! Caleb x Fem! reader

Summary: You've had back-to-back missions lately, and Caleb's getting fed up and concerned. Not only is he worried, but he also hates that he hasn't been able to spend more time with you lately. When Jenna calls, saying she needs you on a mission with the team, he doesn't like the idea and intervenes with you going.

Warnings/tags. MDNI +18: Soft yandere Caleb, forcing you to stay home, poor baby cares too much, obsessive and possessive, unprotected sex, use of "baby girl" "princess" "baby" "pretty girl", MC giving him the silent treatment,makeup sex, biting, so good he tears up.

Lately, every time you turn around, a call from Jenna would come through about a mission that would take up hours of your day, sometimes even longer. How often you've been disappearing in the last two weeks was becoming concerning. Especially to Caleb, who has noticed this the most. How could he not? Every time you two had plans to be together, you had to cancel because of a last-minute mission due to wanderers lurking around. It didn't help his anxiety when you'd video call him after these missions; you'd be bruised up and getting bandaged by the medical techs during a majority of these calls. It pained him to see you in those conditions, as if his own heart could feel all the bruises and wounds you've accumulated on your body.

He always tells you that you can say no to a mission once in a while. Seeing you relax on his couch, reading one of your books while he made you food was a more enjoyable image than seeing you covered in blood and injured. Despite him asking you to do so many times, you refuse. Your response would always involve your worries of not being there for your team and helping to save those around. You were always putting other people first. Sometimes, he wishes you were as selfish as him.

Today was supposed to involve a relaxing date night at his apartment. The plan was to eat dinner and watch the movie they didn't get to last time cuddled up on the couch. In the kitchen, he was cooking a new dish you've been craving to try for a while. Oyster Rockefeller paired with lemon rice and sauteed Korean cucumber. When you mentioned your interest in it, he took note of the dish and garnered the ingredients for the day he knew you two would be together. This is the only thing he's been looking forward to all week.

You sauntered into the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and shorts. You've always liked wearing his clothes, but he especially likes it, thinking it makes you two feel closer. Plus, he thought it was cute when you'd hide half of your face and body in his shirts when sitting down. You rest your head against his back, taking in the smell of the seasonings invading the air. "Smells good," you hum, wrapping your arms around his torso. Caleb smiles at your embrace, wanting you to stay attached to him like this all the time.

"I should be done in the next hour or so," he informed you, sautéing the aromatics. He could tell how happy you were that he was making this dish for you. He took pleasure in doing things like this. He didn't mind it one bit, relishing in your happiness and the way your face lights up when he would take care of you. You're very independent, but take advantage of the way he wants to do everything for you. Sometimes, you wonder if you're taking advantage of poor Caleb, but he would always respond with how his only wish in life was to make yours as easy as possible.

"I was thinking we could also play Mario Ka-" You were cut off by the sound of a call trying to get your attention. Caleb already had a clue of who it could be. He puts down the knife he was using to split open the cucumbers and watched as you took the phone out of your pocket. It was Jenna, as always.

"Don't answer it," his low and dark tone caught you off guard for a split second. He knew Jenna was gearing up to swoop you away, once again, to go fight off wanderers they could take down by themselves without you. He didn't understand why they always needed to involve you in all these missions.

"Caleb, I have to," you remind him, letting go to answer the phone. As you turned around to pick up the call, you suddenly felt your body be immobilized. "Huh?" you grunt, trying to move but to no avail. Caleb walks in front of you, taking the phone from your hand. He was using his evol to keep you from moving and answering the phone. His arms swing over your shoulder, covering your mouth with his hand as he answers the phone.

"Hello?... Hi, Jenna... sorry she can't come to the phone," you muffled through his hands, trying to get him to stop. Your eyes demanding for him to let you go. "She's actually pretty sick... yeah, it must be a stomach bug. Poor thing can barely even speak," he smirks, looking down at you. "I'll tell her you hope she gets better. Bye now," he hangs up the phone and places it on the counter. He continues to keep you restrained but removed his hand so you can speak.

"Caleb! Why would you do that?!" You press as you watch him go to lock the front door and return to your side.

"I don't think you should go on that mission," concern and domianance coats his voice as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. You knew he hated you going on missions, but to basically keep you hostage irked you in so many ways.

"That's not really up to you," you struggle. Caleb's overprotectiveness was nothing new to you. He's always made it known that he would never let anything happen to you and would always protect you. You appreciate and even love that he feels this way, but it didn't mean he could stop you from making your own decisions. "Let me go." Your tone is firm as you stand your ground.

"Only if you promise to stay here and let your team handle everything," he attempts to bargain with you, hoping you'd give in easily. Your stubbornness was the real threat to him. He wouldn't put it past you to try and run out of the apartment as soon as he let you go, attempting to join your team in their fight against the wanderers terrorizing wherever Jenna wanted to send you off to.

"I can't leave my team behind," you retort, thinking about how your absence might affect them. They were strong, and you had faith in them, but that didn't mean you were okay with the idea of not being there when they might need you.

"They'll be fine," he assures you. "But I won't be if you come back hurt again. It took you days to recover last time, and now they're trying to send you back out there." His voice is tender, wrapped with a hint of frustration. The last thing he wanted to see was you covered in bandages with blood soaking through and bruises not caused by him decorating your body.

He wasn't wrong. You weren't fond of coming home all banged up, but you took this job to protect people, something you want to do. If that meant sometimes getting hurt, then so be it. "Caleb, I'm strong enough to protect myself. I don't need you treating me like glass. I'll always get a scratch here or there, but it comes with the territory, and I accepted that. You need to do the same." You didn't get this far by being fragile. Jenna put you on her team for a reason, and Caleb needed to start seeing you as someone strong and capable, not the little girl he would protect from bullies and danger 24/7.

He stayed silent, cupping your face and staring into your fiery eyes. He just wants to keep you like this. At his whim and safe from the cruelties of outside. Was that so wrong? Wanting to keep you locked away being only with him?

"You can't keep me from doing my job," you sigh, knowing he was just scared of losing you again. You both shared that fear, so you understood him well.

"I can try," his assertion not wavering, standing strong in his goal to keep you here. "You're not leaving. You're going to eat dinner, and we're going to watch the movie like we planned, okay?" All he could think about was how this interruption was ruining this time meant for you two to be alone.

You were silent, your frustration consuming you as you stared at him with narrow eyes. You knew trying to run off would be futile. He looks the most determined you’ve ever seen him. Jenna already thinks you're sick, so what's the point? After another few seconds of staring each other down, you give in. "Fine," reluctance infuses your words, knowing he wouldn't back down. He drops his evol, and you move your shoulders around, relaxing your body.

At the dinner table, you weren't talkative like usual. Your attention was on the food, not looking up at Caleb once. You were too upset to properly enjoy the meal. Normally, you'd be showering him with compliments as you stuffed your face from happiness. At this moment, you were picking at the food, taking small bites as you worried about your team, wondering how the mission was going.

Caleb stabbed his plate, picking up a piece of the oyster on his fork, watching you ignore him. "I'm doing this to keep you safe," he suddenly says. You didn't look up, pushing a slice of cucumber in your mouth. He could even make cucumber taste amazing. You keep the praise to yourself, listening to him attempt to make you understand why he did what he did. "It drives me crazy when you're risking your life for others. Doing it back to back too often is insane." He grips his fork, which begins to bend slightly from his strength. "You can really hurt yourself if you keep pushing your body like this. I wouldn't forgive myself for letting you go out there to get hurt."

Still, you refused to acknowledge him, pushing the rest of your food around. As the silence continued, the sound of your phone receiving a message echoed. You checked the notification and saw it was from Tara, hoping you got well, while also informing you that the mission was a success and everyone was fine. That message made you smile for the first time since you sat down.

"I'm assuming you received good news and everyone's limbs are intact. Happy now?" You frown at his comment. You hope he didn't think you would forgive him easily because everyone was fine.

"Yeah, it's good to know I can stop feeling guilty for worrying about my teammates when I should've been there for them!" You hiss, standing up abruptly and marching into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Caleb stays at the dinner table, not touching his food anymore from a loss of appetite. He didn't like it when you got like this. It made his heart crumble when you'd give him the cold shoulder and shut him out. All he wants is to be near you and make you happy. Now you were pissed and shutting him out. His worst fear, right below losing you forever. You were scary in this state, going from being sweet and loving to an eruption of anger.

You stayed in the room, covering yourself with the shirt you wore. holding your phone inches from your face as you caught up with your teammates. You heard Caleb leave the apartment a few minutes after you got up from the table. Curiosity about where he ran off to did creep around your mind, but you were still annoyed at his behavior. When you checked in with the last member, you felt better than earlier, knowing everyone got out without being heavily injured. Even if Tara confirmed this with you earlier, it still didn't feel right not checking in with them.

A knock at the bedroom door interrupts your scrolling through your Moment feed. You close the screen as you watch the door slowly open, a small, plushed brown bear poking it's head through the crack.

"Caleb wanted to say he was sorry and that he misses you. Can he come in?" a high-pitched voice, you assume coming from Caleb, chirps. You couldn't help the small smirk that danced on your lips. You stifle it as you respond. "You can come in".

Caleb's large body pushes through the door, holding the bear as he approaches your side of the bed with the peace offering. "I went to the arcade and saw this little guy," he explains as he holds the bear out for you. You take the gift, examining its little face and soft fur. "Bears are cute and cuddly, but we know they're ferocious when provoked."

"You calling me a bear?" your brows raise in amusement at his comment.

"Absolutely," his response makes you chuckle, almost forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place. You shove your face in the back of the plushies head as you took in how it smelt like Caleb already. He watches you indulge in the bear, looking more peaceful than before.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, sitting beside you. His hand travels to your blanket-covered legs, giving them a small squeeze. "I shouldn't have lied to Jenna and stopped you from going on the mission". You raise your head, listening to what he had to say. " I...I was just scared. I didn't want to see you get hurt again. I was selfish, not wanting you to disappear for hours while I would be here alone without you while you missed dinner and the movie." His voice was infused with an apologetic tone laced in sadness. You could tell he was just worried and wanted to do whatever he could to keep you protected.

You run your hand over his. "I want you to have more faith in me and my abilities to protect myself". His heart jumps at your touch and the softness in your voice. "I know me being a hunter is worrisome for you, but you have to believe that I'll be okay."

"I do have faith in you. I just can't stop thinking about what would happen if something goes wrong. If a wanderer hurt you or someone else did, I'd go crazy." His grip becomes tighter at the thought. You squeeze his hand to show him that you were there with him and not off getting hurt, trying to bring him back to the present.

"I can't promise I'll never get hurt, and I'll always be in the best condition, but no matter what, I'll always come back to you. That I can promise." He wants to say; How do you know you'll always come back? , but he didn't want to dwell on that thought when you were touching and looking at him with so much promise and affection in your eyes. He didn't want his worries to ruin this moment. Instead, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. It started off soft and innocent but transformed deeper, filled with yearning.

"You promise?" he questioned, breaking the kiss to look at you as he cupped your face, not wanting to ever let go of it.

"I promise I'll always come back to your side," you whisper, leaning back in to continue the kiss.

Heavy breathing and whimpers flooded the silent room. Your face contorted in pleasure as Caleb's fingers worked their way inside of you, pumping at a rhythmic but swift pace, watching how you took his fingers perfectly, coating them in your wet heat. His lips found that delicate spot on your neck as he nibbled and sucked on it, drawing out those sweet moans he loved hearing from your lips. "You sound so cute like this, baby," he comments in a dark, sensual tone. "I wanna hear more." His thumb joins in on the fun, circling over your throbbing, sensitive pearl, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your body jolts and twitches as you cry out for him.

"Caleb! fuck...feels so good," you mewl into his hair, gripping his shoulder tightly, nails digging into his skin leaving behind crescent marks. His fingers could feel your walls tightened around them, signaling how close you were.

"That's it. Cum all over my fingers, pretty. Be a good girl for me, okay? Let me take care of you". He moans into your neck, feeling how hard he was getting from the sounds you were making and the tightness of your cunt sucking him in. His movements mixed with his words, encouraged your peak to shoot through your body, cumming all over his fingers. He slows down, drawing out your orgasm before bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting you on his fingers.

"You taste so sweet," he coos, cleaning his fingers off as if he was desperate to get every last bit into his mouth. "Let me taste you some more," he whispers darkly before dropping his head between your legs. You let out a soft gasp as he connects his mouth to your soaking pussy, wasting no time to lap up your juices and shove the same fingers he just licked clean, right back inside. The combination pushes you further into your pleasure. He's relentless in his goal to drive you crazy. He sucks on your sensitive nub, humming in delight as you lose your words, spilling out whimpers and cries from how he was ruining you. Your fingers found his head and began grasping at his dark locks, pulling at them from the stimulation engulfing your body. He groans in satisfaction, loving when you got handsy like this. "Harder," he commands in a low groan. It didn't take much for you to tug on his hair even more. He made sure of it when he spread your legs wider, giving him the change to fuck his fingers in deeper.

"Caleb!" you call out, your voice soft and trembling. "I'm...ah~”, your squealing elicits a wicked chuckle from his throat. "No, no. I can't, I can't." Your face twists as you lose confidence in your ability to cum again for him.

"Yes, you can," he growls, picking up his pace as he continues sucking your clit as your hips buck into his mouth. His fingers curl up into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. "You can do it. I wanna taste your cum all over my mouth" he sucks harder on your clit causing a high pitched whine to spill from your lips "Just one more time. Please, baby? I'll make you feel so good, I promise" he pleads for you to let yourself cum on his mouth. You whimper and buck your hips as your release finds you once again, dripping all over his lips as he hums in satisfaction. "Fuck... you’re such a good girl for me". He finishes lapping up your juices as if he was licking a plate clean.

Your chest rise and falls as you catch your breath, watching him push one leg back to your chest. He wasn't done yet; he couldn't be satisfied until he was buried deep inside of you. He lines his throbbing cock between your legs, rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds. "You want more of me, pretty girl?" he purrs, trying to hold back from slamming into you the way he wants.

You look at him with pleading eyes, nodding feverishly as you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, wanting the same thing that was clouding his mind. He drops his head down to your ear, gripping your hip tightly as he nibbles and licks your lobe. A shiver infiltrates your body, going down your spine, causing you to push yourself up into him.

"Come on, use your words, princess," he insists, pushing his teasing cock between your folds just enough to make you groan in impatience.

" Please, Caleb. I need you," you whine. He drops down to your tits, playing with one while he sucked the nipple of the other, nibbling just enough to make your legs kick and wrap around him from the sensation.

" What do you need, hm?" he smirks, wanting to hear you beg some more. "You need my cock fucking this cute little pussy? you want me to ruin you, baby?" his voice was dark and tainted with lust as he twisted your nipple. " Cause I'll fucking ruin you if you want."

"Yes," you breathe, followed by a small whine. "I need you to fuck me so badly." Your plea doesn't become lost on him. He pushes himself into you, groaning from feeling how tight you were around his tip.

"Oh fuck!" he grunts, pushing further into you, watching the way your mouth part and eyes flutter. Once he saw you'd taken most of him, he pulls back slowly and shoves himself back in, evoking a loud cry from you that he soon began to devour, moaning into your mouth as his hips thrust into you. his movements were hungry, wanting his cock to be the only thing you could feel. He breaks the kiss, looking down at you watching how your tits bounced against your chest, gripping your hips tightly pushing them back onto him. "You look so pretty like this, baby. Do you like how I feel?"

You could barely speak, feeling too consumed by him stretching you out. You bit your lips, stifling your cries as your body succumbed to the warm heat spreading through you.

"Answer me, princess," he thrusts into you harder, making you gasp and whine as you grip the side of the bed.

" Yes!" You wail. " Love it so much...please... need more," you pant, catching his purple eyes that have darkened from his craving. He drops into the crook of your neck, lifting your hips up to give him more leverage. He slams into you erratically, the sound of your skin meeting repeatedly dancing in the air, mixing with moans and grunts trickling from both of your lips as the headboard crashes into the wall behind you.

"Wanna stay like this forever" he groans, using his finger to rub circles around your clit, adding more intensity to your body. "Fuck! Wanna always be buried in this tight pussy. Wanna feel you like this all the time." he expresses his desires, occasionally letting out a small whimper from how you were clenching around him. "Never wanna leave you. Never." His thrusts turn sharper as each word escapes him. You feel a drop of water meeting your collarbone, sparking confusion. You look down at him, lifting his head to meet your face. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he looked at you with emotions and yearning flooding his gaze. "Please don't leave me," he grovels, continuing his sloppy movements inside of you.

"I won't," you mutter, kissing his forehead softly. You couldn't help but think of how cute he looked like this. So desperate for you that it brought him to tears.

"Say it," he begs, feeling himself getting closer. "Say you'll never leave me. Say you'll always be here. I need to hear you say it...please." He bites your shoulder, scrunching up his face as his balls tighten, ready to give you all of him. You mewl from his bite, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you.

" I'll never leave you, I promise! I promise!" your cries swamp his mind as he finds himself shooting his hot cum deep inside of you, letting your voice permeate his mind. His release is thrust deeper inside as his hips slow down, refusing to pull out. He looks down at himself inside of you movingly slowly, taking in the white ring around the base of his cock, as streaks of his cum drips down your inner thighs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his attention to your lips. Your kiss is soft and saturated with affection. You could tell he's been worried about this for so long. The thought of you leaving one day, always floating and haunting him in the back of his mind.

"I'm gonna hold you to that promise," he murmurs, catching his breath as he crashes on top of you, ensuring he didn't suffocate his precious girl. With his eyes closed, his fingers drew patterns on your warm stomach.

"And I'll make sure to always keep it." You kiss the top of his head, pulling him in closer as you pet his soft head, showing that you would never let go.

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Savage Saturday Thought!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Warnings: Just fluffy fluff | Mutual pining | Smitten Captain Rogers | Dad kinda playing cupid | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. | WC: 832 A/N: This drabble is more of a case study. With all the weird stuff going on with my blog lately and the lack of interaction, I just wanted to see if my fic-tag posts are getting filtered out. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this blurb--and if you do, please take a moment to interact. It would mean the world to me. Drabble based on a prompt @buck-star (Thank you, Sydney 🩷🫂) shared it with me a while ago "Friends, that's all." "I've seen that boy almost snap his neck because he heard your laugh and wanted to see why you were laughing. But yes, keep telling yourself you're friends." Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to the OP. Thank you. Check out my other works: Masterlist

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"Stop it," you grumbled.

If you could, you'd have fled, but the cabs cost a fucking fortune from the compound, and the shuttle services weren't running for the next four hours anyway.

Your dad shook his head, chuckling. You bet his eyes were glinting, too. But you didn't dare look his way, so you put your entire focus on staring at the lake.

The water was too still. A little breeze would help. Unbeknownst to you, your eyes shifted, catching sight of the man you'd been trying your hardest to avoid.

Holy moly! What a glorious man! Golden boy man, indeed.

He looked divine. That t-shirt he wore looked so good on him. A light shade of olive green. It suited him. Who were you kidding? You bet that man could pull off any color.

"Really? You can't keep ignoring me, young lady!" your dad piped in. And your attention immediately snapped back to the lake.

"I could try," you mumbled.

Your dearest dad was being far too annoying right now.

This was all Tony's fault, really. Tony had stumbled upon you having lunch with your dad near the compound one day while your father was in town. Unfortunately, Tony had been craving a milkshake that day and happened to spot the two of you.

What followed was Tony's overt excitement at seeing you there as if he hadn't seen you in forever. He was so loud it nearly made poor Derek drop the tray he was carrying to the next table. Tony had invited himself to join, and to your dismay, your dad had been utterly delighted. That was the beginning of it. From there, it had all been a downward spiral for your sanity. Tony and your dad had a common taste in music and a penchant for sharing your distressing tales.

Worse still, your dad now had access to the compound. This morning, he'd even called to say he'd pick you up himself since he was heading to the spring party anyway.

Not that you really minded. Not deep, deep down. Truthfully, you were happy your dad wasn't brooding or getting lost in his paintings anymore.

But the real dreadful issue?

Your dear father had become far too intrigued by your interactions with a certain man. Your dad was no fool.

So, when he'd innocently handed you a lemonade earlier, you should have recognized the look on his face. You should have braced yourself. But you'd been none the wiser.

Because.

You were sitting on one of the lounge chairs by the beach, busy enjoying the view. The scenery, the warming lemonade, the hubbub, the still lake, and most importantly, one extremely gorgeous Captain Rogers. The sharp nose, that jaw, those muscles, those thighs, and…

"It's for him, isn't it? Those special art supplies you requested for a "friend's" birthday last year. Those were for the good Captain. Weren't they?" He remarked casually, and you froze.

You'd been fighting your case, nonchalantly, but your dad was grinning at you with that weird smile.

That was three whole minutes ago and you were counting, just trying to keep a cool-as-a-cucumber look, which was, mind you, not an easy task in that scorching heat.

You did consider begging someone to take you home, but that would only mean handing victory to your father.

Maybe you could walk. Yeah, the heat was really getting to you. Wasn't it?

"Friends, Dad. That's all," you insisted, trying your best to steer clear of discussing your one-sided, clearly non-platonic affections for Captain Rogers. You were careful not to tread into that dangerous territory, even in your own thoughts.

"Uh-huh! Friends!" Your dad echoed, nodding.

"I've seen that boy almost snap his neck because he heard your laugh and wanted to see why you were laughing. But yes, keep telling yourself and me that you're friends." He continued, looking far too smug.

Your dad was overthinking Steve's reaction--the too kind-hearted, goddamn gorgeous man's reaction--just like you often did, and chastised yourself for doing that exactly.

You shook your head, a scoff ready to escape your throat, but you held your ground, and turned to face your dad.

"Excuse you, old man. Aren't you supposed to detest my guy friends? Isn't that, like, your thing?" you demanded lamely, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at gaining some upper hand in the conversation.

However, he simply laughed.

"Yeah, I do. But I don't mind this guy." He shrugged, gesturing subtly in Steve's direction before continuing, "I don't need to lecture him on taking care of you. He already does it better than I do. And he loves you." He smiled, completely oblivious to the emotional grenade he'd just tossed.

You gasped, the lemonade slipping from your grasp and spilling all over your sundress.

"Hey, you okay?" Steve's voice came beside you, sending your heart into overdrive. Your breath hitched. Your dad's little speech about Steve Rogers loving you had reached its perfect and utterly humiliating climax. Now, here Steve was, handing you a handkerchief, perched beside you, his brow creased in concern.

To your utter annoyance and Steve's evident confusion, your dad burst out laughing harder.

"I rest my case, cupcake," your dad exclaimed, clearly enjoying himself. "Steve's got you. Now, if you'll excuse me, Clint said he'd show me some cool tricks."

With that, your dad briskly walked away, leaving you to stare at Steve Rogers' balming blue eyes.

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Tea Party

dad!simon x mom!reader

You get home from work to see Simon and Layla having a tea party

You can find part one here!

The tiny table in Layla’s is laid with her tea set as well as a few snacks that Simon has made. Layla is in one of the chairs while he's on the floor, the two of them clinking their empty cups together before taking sips from them.

She insisted on making him wear one of her crowns as well as some of her jewelry and he was very quick to agree. He’d do anything for his little girl. All she has to do is bat those lashes and whatever she wants, she’s got it. She definitely got that trick from her mother.

“Cucumber sandwich, my lady?” He asks, holding out the plate filled with the snack to her and she takes one.

“Why thank you kind sir,” she replies before taking a tiny bite while Simon turns to the stuffed bunny that’s sitting in the chair next to him.

“Mr. Whiskers, cucumber sandwich?” He asks, holding out the plate.

“I’d love one,” he replies, putting on a voice for the bunny and his heart warms when he hears the giggles coming from his daughter. He puts a sandwich on the plate in front of the bunny then sets the sandwiches in the middle of the table.

He turns to her and she’s still eating her sandwich, talking to the teddy bear that’s on the other side of her. He doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone more, wondering how he got so lucky. The second Simon held her after she was born, he knew that she was going to be something special. And seeing the way she’s grown up, he’s sure that she is.

Even though she’s got a little bit of each of you in her, she’s still very much her own person. She’s got her own interests and sense of humor and he loves how she loves being herself. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks and sometimes he wishes he could be more that way.

“Daddy.” He feels a small hand shaking his shoulder and he turns to Layla, seeing that she’s been trying to get his attention.

“Yes, my love?” She’s looking at him with those big eyes and just knows she’s going to say yes to whatever she’s asking.

“Cookie?” Her voice is so soft and sweet and he’s quick to grab a cookie from one of the plates and hand it to her. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my lady,” he replies with a wide smile before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I can’t believe I’m missing out on all the fun.” The two of them turn to see you standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you watch them like they’ve hung the moon.

“You’re just in time for tea, darling,” Simon smiles, holding out his hand to you. You step into the room and take his outstretched hand before sitting down on the floor next to Simon.

You get in a quick kiss before Layla is making a beeline for you, planting herself in your lap. If you’re around, chances are, that’s where she’ll be. It’s where she finds the most comfort. Well, that actually might be snuggled up between the two of you in your bed after she has a nightmare.

“I missed you,” she says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Missed you too, baby,” you reply as you give each other a hug.

“Daddy, you have to offer mommy a sandwich, it’s the rule.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes and reaches for the plate of sandwiches, holding it out to you. “Sandwich, my lady?” He asks and you can’t help but feel teary eyed as you look at him dressed like that. This is everything you dreamed of when you would think about your future family and you can’t believe it actually became a reality.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you reply, taking a sandwich and taking a bite. “Alright, I hate to cut the party short, but it’s time for dinner.” Simon is more than grateful to hear that. These tiny foods are doing nothing to satisfy his hunger.

“I got pizza,” you tell him and his stomach growls in response.

“And breadsticks?” Layla asks, her eyes lighting up.

“Of course, baby,” you nod and the three of you stand to your feet.

“Daddy, airplane,” she says, holding her arms up and Simon is quick to scoop her up into his arms, holding onto her stomach and legs as he races out of the room making airplane noises. You’re quick to follow and join them at the table where the pizza sits and as you sit next to your husband, you can’t help but feel more than grateful for the family the three of you have built together.

[dewwinchester]

next. | d.w.

request: @rustic-guitar-notes: "can u write a little cutesy piece basically about reader and dean living a very normal life and leaving hunting?? like they have a whole house together and sam visits sometimes and it’s all just soft and NORMAL."

synopsis: this is written as a sequel to done, however, it can also be read as a standalone fic.

pairing: dean winchester x female!reader

word count: 2.6k+

warnings: fluff - she/her pronouns used - no use of 'y/n' - a smidge of angst if you squint - a surprise Sam appearance - Eileen mention! - pet names used (sweetheart)

a/n: this took me FOREVER i'm so sorry!! but I hope this makes up for it <3333 (also eileen is blurry wife confirmed by me)

Why did cooking have to be so difficult?

The instructions stared up at you from your phone screen, mocking your efforts. You had no trouble following directions and were confident you had done everything perfectly. Yet, your kitchen was beginning to fill with smoke, and the burger patties on the stove—the patties you had spent hours putting together—were starting to fall apart and burn.

There was stuff everywhere. Herbs were all over the counter, white flour-handprints covered your shirt, and you were certain some of it was in your hair. Flecks of ground beef were on your tiled walls and floor (which, thankfully, your dog Miracle cleaned up right away). Salad ingredients littered your bench space, leaving you little to no room to move.

You were beginning to feel claustrophobic. This kitchen was a lot smaller than the one you were used to.

You were accustomed to the bunker, with its vast countertop space, where anything you needed was within arm's reach and easily spotted. Currently, what little kitchenware you had was hidden behind cabinet doors, and you were still getting used to the setup.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you felt your heart rate begin to accelerate. You felt stupid. All you wanted to do was make a nice meal, and cooking was simply reading and following instructions—why couldn't you just do that?

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, a shrill beeping rang through your house.

The smoke alarm.

Panicked, you fumbled to turn off the stove and wave away the smoke, desperately trying to silence the alarm before one of your nosy neighbours came knocking at the door. When the beeping finally stopped, you returned to the stove, sighing at the blackened mess that was left.

It didn't look too bad. You were sure that you could fix it simply by scraping off the burnt bits; no one would even know just how badly you messed everything up.

You decided to turn your attention to something that only an idiot could mess up—chopping. You were once quite skilled with a blade—a year ago you would have been using it for something entirely different, like chopping off the heads of vampires or other various creatures that went bump in the night. Today, however, you swapped a machete for a chef's knife. Most of your weapons were carefully packed away, with only a few small trinkets and books to remind you of your old life as a hunter.

You sliced lettuce, tomato, and cucumber, being sure to tuck your fingers away and allow the knife to rock against your knuckles, just like the professionals did on television.

You were so focused on perfecting your chopping technique that you barely noticed the sound of keys turning in the lock or the front door swinging open. The sound of footsteps behind you went unnoticed until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Out of pure instinct, you spun around, knife gripped tightly in your hand as a surge of adrenaline washed over you. You raised the blade towards the potential assailant, holding it a breath's distance away from their neck, your knuckles turning white. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden movement. Your brain was telling you to strike, to move on the enemy before it was too late, but the gentle hand that curled around your wrist caused your defensive stance to falter.

“You gonna stab me, sweetheart?”

"Dean?" you breathed, immediately pulling the knife away from his throat. Your heart was still thundering away, but the buzz of energy in your system had subsided to a gentle hum. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Well, I thought I would come home early and surprise you," he said, taking the knife from your hand and placing it on the countertop. "I didn't think you were gonna Long-Kiss-Goodnight-me."

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, anxiety and embarrassment quickly replacing the adrenaline. “Old habits…”

Dean took you by the shoulder and pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He placed a firm kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin there. You melted into him and snaked your arms around his middle, feeling every worry melt away. He smelled like work: fuel, oil, and metal, and despite washing his hands copious times, there were still motor oil stains on his skin. Normally, the smell would have had you scrunching your nose up and ordering Dean into the shower, but for the first time, you couldn’t find yourself caring.

“How was work?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him. His hair was scruffy, the ends standing up in a hundred different directions. It was longer than Dean usually allowed it to get, but he told you he wanted to “experiment with the length” (you weren’t going to admit that the thought made you ever so slightly giddy).

"Pretty good," he replied, furrowing his brows for a moment as he wiped a patch of flour off your forehead with his thumb. "Some guy brought in an old Mustang. Got to—"

His eyes tore off you, looking towards the mess you left on the stove.

"What the hell—"

"Don't ask," you grumbled.

"What did you—what even—"

"I thought I said don't ask."

Dean picked the frypan up off the stove, inspecting the charred contents, and you felt like shrinking inside yourself. He looked over to the chopped ingredients on the counter before turning back to you.

"Dinner…?"

"I tried," you gave up. "I really did. I thought I would do something nice and surprise you, but apparently, I'm the world's worst cook."

Dean wasn't going to admit it, but you were right. You could make a mean bowl of cereal and a damn good cup of coffee, but when it came to toasting, baking, or frying, it usually ended with someone needing to get the fire extinguisher.

Your face fell into your hands—the tears were back, and you tried your best to hide them, but your shaky breaths immediately alerted Dean.

"Hey," he said with a light chuckle. He pulled you back towards him, one hand on your back, the other holding the back of your head. "It's all good."

"No it's not," you said, voice muffled by Dean's embrace. "I used to be good at something. Now I'm not good at anything."

"What d'you mean?"

"I used to be good at—at hunting. I used to wake up every day knowing exactly what to do and when. Now I can't even make a meal without messing up. At least you're good at something."

Dean nodded, fully understanding. It had been roughly six months since your last hunt, since you'd both hung up your hats and said goodbye to the life forever.

Surprisingly enough, Dean settled into your new life faster than you both had thought. He had gotten the mechanic job right off the bat and quickly fell into a routine. It was good for him. He had something to look forward to every day. He had new skills that he was able to put to use.

You, on the other hand, were finding things a little more difficult. You had no experience doing anything, making finding a job damn near impossible. You found yourself itching to check for the latest missing persons case or some kind of sign of the next apocalypse. You busied yourself by walking the dog, by cleaning the little house you rented in Kansas, by reading dozens of books.

Dean never pushed you. Instead, he let you adjust at your own pace.

Sure, there were still nights where one of you would wake up from a nightmare a sobbing, shaky mess, where visions of blood, death, and monsters flashed behind your eyelids. But you were always there for each other with comforting touches and words—you were each other's beacons of light when things began to grow dark again.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, hands moving to your shoulders. “You are gonna head out, grab a pizza from down the street. I am gonna stay here and tidy up.”

“But—”

“Then,” he continued, “We’re gonna settle in for the night. Couch. Beer. Movie.”

“Fine,” you sighed, a smile creeping back onto your lips.

Your car smelled like pizza as you pulled into the little cul-de-sac where your house was. Three boxes sat on your passenger seat, and you had to refrain from reaching over and snagging a piece before getting home. Dean would have your head if you started without him.

You passed several houses on your block that looked somewhat similar to your own before your little house came into view. It was smaller than the others, but it made up for it with a massive front and back yard. It had a brown roof, beige-yellow walls, and a wooden door. For most people, it wasn’t much to look at—many of the people who inspected it had turned their noses up and laughed at it.

It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Upon pulling into the driveway, you noticed another car parked on the side of the road up ahead. The sight of it brought a wide smile to your face.

Sam.

It had been days since you last saw him. After spending all day every day in the Winchesters’ pockets, you had felt strange not seeing Sam constantly. After everything, Sam had become one of your closest and dearest friends—he was like an older brother to you. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him. You could talk to each other freely without judgment—he just got you.

You quickly parked your car, grabbed the pizza boxes, and headed inside.

You could hear Sam and Dean before seeing them. After years of hunting, stakeouts, and sneaking around, you were surprised the brothers weren't a little more subtle. Six months ago, you would have assumed they were arguing about something, but as you approached the front door, you actually heard them laugh.

You pushed the door open and headed inside, immediately greeted by Miracle. He sniffed around your feet and tried his best to investigate the pizza boxes in your hand, his tail wagging profusely. Dean took the pizza boxes from your hands, shot you a wink, and took them into the kitchen. Miracle quickly turned his attention away from you and followed the smell of the pizza. Traitor.

"Hey, stranger," Sam said, standing at the end of the entryway, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

You threw your keys on the small bench near the front door and practically ran over to Sam, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach him.

"This is a nice surprise! Long time no see," you said, pulling back to take a look at him. He looked well-rested—happy—and there was a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite put your finger on. "How's Eileen?"

"Good," he lowered his head, the look in his eye now spreading to the rest of his face. A smile crept across his lips, the kind that had your brows furrowing in interest. "Yeah, she's real good."

You made a mental note to ask about it later.

"Pizza's gettin' cold!" Dean called, which caused you and Sam to roll your eyes in unison.

After indulging in five slices of pizza and three beers, you were completely stuffed. The boys had spent at least forty-five minutes arguing over which movie to watch, so the film—which should have ended by now—had only just started playing on your TV. You teetered on the edge of post-meal drowsiness, your eyes drooping. You fought hard against it; you wanted to stay awake and catch up with Sam, to hear more about how domestic life was finally treating him.

You felt content in your surroundings, and the knowledge that both your boys were here safe made you feel warm. The couch beneath you was soft, and with your head resting in Dean's lap, you felt even more comfortable. His thumb rubbed against your shoulder in small circles, and the rhythm of his touch eventually sent you off to sleep entirely. You had lost the fight.

“She asleep?” Sam asked in a whisper, gesturing with a nod towards you.

Dean shifted ever so slightly and cast his eyes down to you before nodding. "She wouldn't stop askin' me to invite you over. Thought the surprise would keep her buzzed for hours."

Sam chuckled, "Y'know, she can invite me over whenever she wants?"

"Man, if she had it her way, you'd never leave."

Sam smiled, and the two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, until his eyes grew concerned. He sat forward and grabbed the TV remote, turning down the volume until the film playing was barely audible.

"How's she doing?" he asked.

Dean shrugged, "Can't tell. Sometimes she seems okay. Then… I don't know…"

"What do you mean?"

"Came home today and found her in the kitchen. She was freaking out about dinner—"

"She's never been the best cook."

"I know," Dean said, "but she started tellin' me she wasn't good at anythin' anymore."

Sam's brows furrowed, "It'll take her some time to adjust. I mean, we aren’t exactly the best examples of settling into the real world."

“I keep tellin’ her that, but I don’t think she believes me.”

At that moment, Sam wished for nothing more than for you to wake up. He wanted to tell you about the several times he’d attempted a normal life and failed, how the hunting life had an iron-grip hold on him for years until he finally felt the time was right to cut free. But he decided to leave it for another time. You looked too peaceful.

But he knew that you would be fine. You always were. Aside from his brother, you were one of the strongest people Sam knew.

"How're things going with you and Eileen?" Dean asked. "Honeymoon phase over yet?"

A smile tugged on Sam's lips, "Yeah… I uh—I guess it kinda is."

"Dude, already? What did you do?"

"Nothing," Sam defended. "We've just found a routine. Settled in…"

"And…?"

Sam's hands swiped down his face as he sat back on the couch with a huff. His foot bounced against the floor, his eyes drifting from his brother to you and then back again.

"I wanted to tell you guys together."

Confusion flashed across Dean’s face as he sat up, careful not to jostle you around too much. “Wanted to tell us what?”

Sam let out a breath, “Eileen’s pregnant.”

Silence fell over the lounge room—the only sound being that of the soft dialogue coming from the television. The confusion on Dean’s face slowly morphed into shock, then confusion again, before a grin broke out.

“Are you serious?”

Sam nodded.

“You’re—you’re serious?”

Sam chuckled, nodding again.

There was something about it that Dean couldn’t believe. His brother—his baby brother—was having his own baby. It felt like just yesterday that he was picking him up from Stanford. The man next to him was no longer that college kid; he was starting his own family.

The thought made Dean look down at you. He wondered what it would be like to do all of that with you. Sure, the two of you had spoken about it here and there—marriage, family, the whole nine—but it never really went any further than that.

Dean’s brows furrowed as he looked up from you and back to his brother.

“She’s gonna kill you if she finds out she missed this.”

Sam laughed quietly, which caused the corners of his eyes to crinkle. “Well then, how ‘bout I stay the night? I’ll tell you guys in the morning… Just—try to act surprised. For our sake.”

“Deal.”

[redrose10]

I had really bad anxiety last night and this is the product of me trying to keep myself busy…

Idol Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,123

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Yoongi is used to having a lot of attention placed on himself. He performs concerts in front of twenty thousand or more fans in a single night. It gives him a rush that he lives for.

He goes to award shows where hundreds and hundreds of cameras constantly flash in a blinding light while photographers shout his name to get his attention so that they can get the perfect shot. That stuff doesn’t phase him any more. It’s part of his job.

And those times at the airport …don’t even get him started on that. The airport experience would be enough to send most people into a state of extreme panic, but he just power walks through it so he can get to his waiting plane and get on with his schedule.

Attention like that doesn’t phase him in the slightest, but there is something about the way that you’re looking at him that is making his stomach twist in a good way.

You’ve been staring at him since he got home. He finished another day on the job and is one day closer to his military service coming to a close. He walked in the door and was greeted with the scent of meat grilling and the very faint smell of chocolate too. You had mentioned wanting to bake some brownies. His stomach started growling.

Yoongi goes through his ritual. The same one he does practically every night.

Shoes come off and are placed on the rack right next to yours.

He doesn’t have a jacket to hang up today since it’s early May and the weather is getting warmer.

Keys and wallet go on the hall table so he won’t forget them in the morning.

Immediately he starts unbuttoning his work shirt. It’s too hot and itchy and he has to have it buttoned all the way up making him feel suffocated. He can’t wait to get it off and toss it aside.

Then he walks through the house in search of you. You’re in the kitchen cooking dinner. He can smell the onions and garlic and his stomach growls even louder.

You smile when you see him and bounce a little in excitement that he’s home. He has seen you do it a thousand times, but he still melts every time. You try to give him a taste of the cucumber salad you’re working on, but he shakes you off. Instead he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. He kisses your neck, “I missed you Y/N. I’m so glad to be home.”, he mumbles into your hair. You giggle when he tickles your side. It’s his favorite sound that always gives him a little boost of energy.

Then he goes to take a quick shower. He doesn’t mess around. He’s in and out within a few minutes so that he can get back to you. He puts on some comfy sweats and a tshirt and makes his way back into the kitchen.

The food is just about ready as he sets the table and grabs two bottles of water for you both. He sits down next to you and begins plating the food. Even though he’s starving he always plates your food first to make sure you get all of the best bits and then he waits for you to take the first bite before filling up his own plate.

He asks you about your day. How was work and whatever happened with the drama between your coworker Mia and her ex boyfriend that you mentioned last week. Your nights together are a lot more domesticated than he was used to in the past, but he likes it. He’s already promised himself and you that even once his service is up he’s going to make more time to have evenings just like this. Gone are the times of working 24/7 and missing out on seeing you for days at a time. He knows he could never go back to living like that.

After dinner is completed he washes the dishes and cleans up the kitchen while you shower and get some self care time.

When you’re all finished he pulls you onto the couch by the window that overlooks the city. This window was the main reason he bought this place to begin with. He has a bowl with a brownie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. The two of you share your desert in silence as you watch the happenings in the city below.

Yoongi can feel you staring at him again. He looked over at you giving a small smile, “What? Do I have chocolate on my face or something?”, he chuckles.

You laugh, “Yeah a little.”, you say and smear a tiny dab of left over chocolate onto his cheek. He rolls his eyes and pretends to be annoyed but he can’t stop the gummy smile that forms on his face.

When the laughter dies down you wipe away the chocolate mess you made, but you’re still staring at him. Yoongi can feel his heartbeat increase slightly.

“Can I help you with something?”, he asks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. I just want you to know that.”, you say almost in a whisper.

Yoongi doesn’t usually get bothered by attention or compliments. He rarely gets shy any more after years of being in spotlight. But right then, sitting on the couch with you, as the sun was setting while you lovingly stared into his eyes…he felt like he was going to explode.

“Ayyyy stop it.”, he says already feeling his skin turning a bright shade of red. He forces his gaze outside the window unable to make eye contact with you.

“No I’m serious. You really do have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”, you say again with a smile while forcing him to look at you.

Yoongi feels like he’s going to throw up butterflies. He has no idea why such a small simple compliment has such an impact on him. It must have something to do with you.

“Well you have the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.”, he finally says in return trying to lighten the mood. “You think so?”, you giggle and place a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah.”, he sighs, “You have the prettiest everything I’ve ever seen.”

“Way to one up me Min Yoongi.”, you joke. Then you lean against him and allow your body to mold to his.

Yoongi wraps his arm around you to keep you close. He realizes that moments like these with you are what he really lives for and he hopes that these feelings never change.