blueberrybloom2

[blueberrybloom2]

I did it I finally graduated I'm so happy and sad

[blueberrybloom2]

Hello, I was wondering if you could make a eel divider with this color #628485. I love how you did the shark dividers, btw.

Hi! Sorry, honestly I didn’t have a bunch of ideas for this but I got a few options for you Xx

Eels

[blueberrybloom2]

Tell me you love me when you look into my eyes with that wicked grin. Look into my eyes and tell me you love me...that I’m not just a pastime for when you’re bored. Look at me with those beautiful, drowsy eyes of yours ...yellow and olive...and smile. Tell me you love me, or at least tell me you like something about me or tell me Im insane and I'm losing it. I'll take anything but what you say to me on repeat.

"Are you sure I'm not your pastime~"

[blueberrybloom2]

♡𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 ♡

[Fem!reader×Vampire]

Just fluff with some blood ʕっ´▽｀ʔっ♡

It was unexpected.

One second, you were just about to stand up, and the next moment, it felt like someone had uncapped a water bottle and flipped it upside down...you being the bottle. The sensation was unmistakable. A wet, warm gush that made your heart drop.

With a quiet curse under your breath, you immediately reached into your bag, for the small pouch you always kept. Clutching the pouch like a lifeline, you rust to the bathroom.

Sure enough, your underwear was soaked in a liquid red. You changed quickly and took a moment to brace yourself in front of the mirror. It was going to be one of those days. Cramping. Fatigue. A storm of pain.

By the time you got home, your body felt like it had been stomped, twisted, and squeezed. You opened the door, sluggish and irritable, and there he was.

Your boyfriend, standing in front of you, looking like a prince. Ever so elegant.

"I have dinner ready," he said.

He already knew. He could smell it on you from a mile away....your blood, your discomfort, your pain. And he was ready to do anything to make you feel better… and maybe make you realize that he wanted to keep you forever.

You gave him a tired smile but said nothing. Words were too much too heavy by pain in your body. Your lower back throbbed, your stomach twisted in knots, and all you wanted was a shower and a few minutes of silence.

But the moment you took a step toward the bathroom, he picked you up effortlessly without a word. He cradled you in his arms like you were made of porcelain. You buried your face into the curve of his neck, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you. Warm vanilla and sweet baked apples.

He carried you gently too carefully like he was terrified his precious human might break apart if held recklessly.

He set you down gently on the bathroom floor and began to take off your clothes. And you let him. As he moved quickly, the tension in his shoulders was evident; the scent of your blood was clearly starting to affect him. Still, his touch remained gentle, even as he dropped to his knees to slide down your pants and underwear.

But then he saw a thin line of blood trailing down your inner thigh.

For a second, he didn’t move. His jaw clenched, his pupils blown wide as he dug his nails into his palms.

The smell of your blood was already intoxicating. But the sight of it made him break his composure and restraint that he had built up for years.

He tore his gaze away from your body, blinking hard. It took everything in him to stand, every ounce of restraint to not run his tongue along your inner thight and drink straight from the source that it coming down from like dehydrated animal.

"I'll be just outside, my love. If you need anything, call for me, " he said with a horse voice

You nodded. He turned quickly, slipping out the door and shutting it behind him with a little more force than necessary.

The shower helped... a little. The cramps were unforgiving and brutal. It felt like your body was at war and all you could do was endure and clean the aftermath.

When you finally stepped out with already in your pj's, he was already in the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl of steaming soup resting beside him on the nightstand. His eyes found you instantly, the icy sharpness in them melting into something gentler, something only you ever got to see.

You didn’t need to speak. He didn’t ask. He just opened his arms.

Without hesitation you crawled into his lap like a wounded animal, seeking comfort. He pulled you in instantly, holding you gently. His body was cold against your burning skin, the kind of cold that only brough relief. He began to rub your lower back in a slow, soothing circular motion. His gentle touch melted the tension in your body and the gesture alone made you shallow back tears.

"I dont want to go anywhere tomorrow or the day after," you muttered, voice muffled into his chest. Unsure if you meant work or school...maybe both but you did know you wanted to stay in his arms.

"You dont have to,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "You don’t have to do anything. Just rest."

"I’ll take care of you... Forever.

Author Note:

All this humble soul seeks in these cursed bloody hours is to be wrapped in the arms of a beautiful rich bloodsucking creature. Is that, I ask thee, such a wicked desire? When I'm already being suck dry by mother nature.

It's the time of the month, and I'm just a girl...in pain who wants to cry~ ʕಥᴥಥʔ

[blueberrybloom2]

♡ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡

[Fem!BullySnakeReader×BunnyHybrid]

Warning: Read at your own risk.....♡

As soon as you saw him roaming around that halls, all sunshine, innocent, and oblivious to your rage you launched forward. In one smooth move you grabbed him by the neck, slamming him against the wall. He let out a startled gasp, as his ears twitched in....

"Why werent you waiting for me this morning, cotton ball?" you hissed, as your forked tongue flicked in the air, smelling him. God, nothing turn you on more than when he smelled like you.... somehow faint traces of your scent still clung to him.

"I- I was helping, mari-gold" he stammered, looking at you with those big adorable round eyes of his, that momentarily made you freeze. But then it what he said clicked.

You tilted your head, sneered and tighten your grip slightly feeling his rapid pulse beneath your fingers. "So the mutt has my pet running errands, now?" you muttered to yourself.

You leaned closer as your eyes narrowing to slits. "Are you forgetting who you belong to?," You spat, low and venomous.

He didnt respond as his breath hitched and looked at you with dazed eyes. He couldn't respond because he was fighting a.... smile. He tried to look scared he really did since he didnt want you to think he was a freak. But your body pressed against his was all he could think about.

Her body is so cold it feels so good...I want more. He thought bitting his lip, trying to hold back a little smile, while his tail twitched furiously but not from fear.

It was excitement.

He liked you.

No, he loved you.

He spent the whole morning wrapped in your clothes, rubbing them against his skin just to smell like you. He’d hidden them after, not wanting you to take them back. All the while, he was quietly plotting desperate ways to get your attention. He has found out that getting you angry or jealous, gets him faster results and he was a whore for your attention, for you.

"Answer me," you hissed.

His lips parted, his breath shaky. I want to kiss her. "I-I didnt think you would care," he lied, blinking up at you innocently. He was playing dumb, he knew what would get you mad.

Your tongue flicking against his twitchy nose...and you paused catching a new scent, a familiar scent coming closer. Gross.

"She is still bothering you?.... Sheesh you know he’s not into cold-blooded freaks," came a voice from down the hall.

Marigold.

Your hand slid off his neck reluctantly as you turned toward her. He slumped slightly, almost reaching for you instinctively. But you were already stepping away.

"Oh, if it’s the mutt!," you you said with a mocking smile. "Coming to collect your bunny?"

Your words hit him like a boulder. His stomach flipped as his hands started to shake and his mind began to spin.

No. no. Im not. I'm not hers. I will never be hers. I'm your. only yours.

Marigold stepped forward, putting herself between you and him, shielding him like you were the villain and her the hero. It made you sick especially since it looked like he was hiding behind her.

you tilted your head, looking past her to meet his eyes. "Aww... Do you feel safe behind your flea-bag of a hero?," you said with sweet venom and a little laugh.

Now your just being cruel. how could you say that...

He wanted to run to you. To bury himself in your arms and whimper until you bit into his skin. But didn't know how you would react if he stopped with the act.

"That enough out of you worm. Can't you see he's scared of you, " Marigold snapped.

.No. no. dont...listen to her. Its not true. That not true. That not true at all. Im not scared of you. I love you.

You scoffed. As if that was something new. His legs always tremble, he always looked at you with wide glassy eyes but now rage was coiling in your body and it didn't help that the mutt reeked.

You just turned and walked away in anger.

Why are you leaving? Please...please look at me again. Get mad again. Hold me down again. Just don't... dont walk way.

He didn't move. He wanted to chase you, but his legs refused to follow. His ears drooped. His hands balled into shaky fists.

"Hey," she said gently. "She’s gone. You're okay now."

He blinked at her,"Y-Yeah…"

No. Im not. She's gone. Im not okay. I didnt want her to leave. I wanted her to drag me with her.

Marigold placed a hand on his shoulder. “You don't have to be afraid of her anymore. I'll protect you, I promise.”

No. no. You dont get it

“T-hanks.... I-I think I'll go back to my dorm,” he whispered bitting his lips.

“Want me to walk you?”

He shook his head.

But he didn’t go back to his dorm. He followed you, your scent.

When he finally caught sight of you, he nearly beamed. His heart jumped, his tail gave an eager flick, and he stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of you, trying not to make it obvious. Just enough so you'd have to notice him.

Please look at me.Just once. Just touch me again, even if its rough... I don’t care.

But you just shoulder-checked him as you passed by with no pause or glance.

Its... Its fine.. its fine... Its. Fine. ITS FINE. IM FINE.

Author Ramble:

hiii tehe~ I was tweaking so hard while writing this it took me forever to finish. Anyways (and if you’re still reading this) I brought u a fact snack tehe~ nom nom

→ Marigolds are also believed to scare snakes away because of their stinky smell

→ Marigolds can be a safe and yummy treat for bunnies

if you wondering what my thought process was in naming doggy girl, Marigold... yeah also I want to make her a bird because some prey on snakes, but I couldn’t come up with bird theme insults..sob..

alsoo did you know?? Snakes can also smell with their forked lil tongues hehe~

okay that’s all for now… might do part 2 if i feel motivated!! hehehe I’m just a girl~ ❥(ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ)𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓸

[blueberrybloom2]

I want you to hold me in your arms, hug me, and squeeze me so tight until you hear a pop and my bones break. I’d be so happy, my love.

[blueberrybloom2]

♥︎ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ♥︎

[MonsterxMaleReader]

Smut Warning

AN: I had a thought and idk what happened

Your boyfriend, sweet and slightly dim, has recently been acting strangely while having sex.

His muscular frame towered over you with a dazed expression.

"It’s not enough to have you...I need you to bear my offspring. Then no one can take you from me," he rumbled stupid with lust.

It's like the moment he's balls deep inside you he becomes more dumb. Always saying something along the lines of pregnanting you as if it was possible to rut you into a medical miracle. If you could get pregnant, you would already be knocked up with how much he pours into you everyday.

"Keep dreaming -Ah"you managed to gasp out, as he began to move, pounding into you with inhuman strength and speed. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall. You could only hold on sheets as he fucked you silly.

"You’re not going anywhere. Not until I know you're carrying my offspring," was all you heard as your mind when blank from the intense pleasure.

As you woke, still half-asleep, your hand stretched across the bed, trying to find him. But when you opened your eyes, the bed was empty.

You sat up, blinking against the morning light, your gaze falling on the mess between your thighs and the tangled sheets remnants of last night’s chaos. The memories hit you all at once: his massive cock stretching you wide, his drunken, lust-druken grunts mixing with your own moans as he fucked you nonstop.

Apart from feeling sore and aching, you felt annoyed. He had left without saying a word, leaving you all messed up and alone without any aftercare. It was honestly shocking because he never done something like that.

“Bastard,” you muttered, your voice hoarse.

The room still reeked of sex, sweat, and musk but something else caught your attention. You sniffed the air and turned your head, confused.

Smoke.

You got up, limping your way toward the kitchen, still mumbling, “Bastard,” under your breath, blaming him for everything especially how much it hurt to move.

When you reach the kitchen, you found him wearing an apron and frantically waving smoke away with a rag. Aside from that it looked like a a natural disaster passed by. Every pan and bowl you owned had been used and discarded across the counter as the sink was full. Flour dusted nearly every surface, and wooden spoons and spatulas were scattered everywhere. On the table sat several plates with something that looked like coals.

When he saw you, he leaned over and smiled brightly.

“Good morning, love!” he said sweetly.

“Morning,” you replied, sinking into a chair in disbelief, completely at a loss for words.

Soon, he placed a plate in front of you with decent-looking pancakes, drizzled with honey and topped with blueberries.

“I was going to bring them to you in bed,” he said, beaming.

He's still sweet, right? Just not bright...𖹭

Author Note: Help, I made my own dividers! tell me why the bow one looks lopsided kekeehehe

[blueberrybloom2]

˗ˏˋ ♡ Angst ♡ ˎˊ˗

♡ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐥 ♡

[PantherReaderxYanWolfInDisguise]

♡ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡ [Fem!BullySnakeReader × BunnyHybrid]

[blueberrybloom2]

♥︎ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♥︎

[FemSheepHybridxFarmer]

Smut Warning

You are the farmer’s pride and joy for more reasons than one. While you cost him a small fortune, you were also his golden star, his unbeatable champion. Year after year, you swept every competition, taking home ribbons, trophies, and the envy of every breeder in the region.

Unlike the other sheep hybrids, who lived in the shared barn and played in the open pastures, you had special privileges. You didn’t sleep in the hay or get your wool dirtied by the wind. You lived in the farmhouse, pampered and pristine, treated like royalty. The farmer insisted it was necessary. "Can’t risk my best girl getting scratched up or dirty before the show," he’d say with a chuckle, running his calloused hand gently down your back.

You adored Mr. Farmer. He cared for you. He treated you kindly, spoke to you sweetly, and always made sure you felt safe, cherished… and good.

Every morning before dawn, he would comb through your wool with practiced care, ensuring not a single curl was out of place while telling you sweet things. As you straddle his lap and grinded on his harden member.

“Look at you such a perfect little thing. You were made for the spotlight, sweetheart," he murmured against your ear as his hips rocked forward to bury himself deep inside you. While you rolled eyes back in bliss, you loved the feel of his cock as such as you loved winning.

"You’re going to be the prettiest one on stage again. You're going to bring back another ribbon, right?", He whisper gripping your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move.

The thought of winning another ribbon, of being the prettiest on that stage, made you clench around his thick cock.

He pistoned his hips, driving into you with increasing urgency bring you nothing but pleasure.

"Yesss! Ahh, " you cried out.

With a final thrust, he emptied himself in your womb painting your walls white while you came around his throbbing cock.

Panting harshly, he slumped against you, his softening cock still nestled inside you cum-filled pussy. He pressed his forehead against you, his eyes locked with your dazed gaze.

"You did good.... you will always do good...my pretty little champion," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

[blueberrybloom2]

♡ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐥 ♡

[PantherReaderxYanWolfInDisguise]

Warning: Read at your own risk because idk what to warn about o.0 other than blood.

You were perched in the branches of a tall tree, legs dangling over the edge, enjoying your lunch, when fresh blood hit your nose.

You could tell it was coming from behind the school.

Curious, in one smooth motion, you dropped from the tree, landing silently, and followed the scent.

As you got closer, a chorus of giggles drifted from the back of the school.

"Are you sure you're not just a sheep hybrid in disguise?" one voice sneered, followed by mocking laughter.

"How long are you planning on staying there crying, huh?" another voice chimed in.

You rounded the corner.

A group of ram hybrids stood in a loose, lazy circle, blocking your view of who they were picking on. You leaned against the brick wall nearby, arms crossed, voice cool.

"What’ve you got there?"

They froze. At the sound of your voice, they turned and hesitantly backed away, revealing their victim like a curtain being pulled back.

At the center, a small, trembling hornless ram hybrid curled in the dirt, knees tucked to his chest. His wool was caked with mud and streaked with blood. A cut just above his brow trickled crimson, staining his pale face.

You didn’t move at first. Just stared.

Then, without a word as he stared at you like you’d come for him you started walking toward them.

You were laughing, watching him climbing the tree you always had lunch on.

"Almost there," you had called out with a smirk as he gripped the trunk with shaky arms and wobbled like jelly onto the thickest branch.

"You look like a baby goat trying to walk for the first time."

He stuck his tongue out at you. "Shut up!"

And you laughed it off.

And then, just as he got close enough to reach you, you grinned, stood, and leaped off the branch, landing perfectly on the ground.

You looked up at him with a smug smile. "You gonna stay up there all day? It's pretty high. You might fall."

He pouted. "You're mean."

"C'mon," you teased. "If you climbed up, you can get down. Just jump."

To your horror, he did.

"Wait, no-!"

You leapt again, this time to catch him. You broke his fall, both of you hitting the ground with a loud thud.

He landed on top of you, breathless, eyes wide.

"I was kidding, dummy," you groaned, shoving him off. "You could’ve broken your neck."

His fingers curled into your shirt, and he looked at you like…

Time fracture.

He sat between your legs, resting against your chest as if it was the safest place in the world.

"Do you love me?" he asked, voice small, pressed into the side of your neck.

You smirked, resting your chin on his head. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" He looked up at you with those eyes… "But I love you... so, so much."

"Yeah?" you said, amused. "You sound like you’d die if I said no," you said as you leaned down and kissed him softly.

His eyes... he giggle.

You were in a mall now. Or a café. Or a sidewalk. The setting changed every time you blinked.

But the feeling stayed the same. Eyes on you. Whispers.

You remember not liking going out with him because you were a predator. A panther with a delicate, hornless ram clinging to your arm. Naturally, passerby stared and whispered about forcing him to date you.

But really, it was him clinging to you and insisting on holding hands, dragging you along like an excited child.

"Let’s go on a date," he’d say, bouncing with joy. "Like couples do!"

You could’nt denied him anything and always gave in.

How could you say no to those of his eyes? He looked at you like you hung the moon and lit up the stars.

You blinked, and the world shifted.

Blood everywhere. On the walls, floor, and air.

You didn’t know why.

Just that one second, everything was fine. You were just kissing him, and the next, you saw red.

It smelled sweet. Too sweet.

And then you saw him, with one hand pressed desperately to his face. As blood spilled through his fingers.

"It hurts," he whispered, blinking up at you through pain-blurred eyes.

And then you saw it...his eye.

Gone.

Your claws, covered in blood. His face.

"I didn’t mean- I-I’m sorry," you choked.

"It's okay" he said as his hand reached toward you...shaking, bloody, still wanting you and wanting to be in your arms.

You backed away, scared.

And ran.

"Don’t leave me!", you heard a gut-wrenching scream.

But you never looked back.

You jolted awake, gasping, soaked in sweat. Your chest heaved as you looked around your room. It was just the same nightmare you’d been having for years.

It felt like a loop. A punishment you couldn’t escape.

No matter how hard you tried to forget him, he haunted you every night.

His eyes. His voice. His smile. His tears. His blood.

The last time you saw him, he was on the ground, crying your name, begging you not to leave him.

Part 2 coming sooon...

[blueberrybloom2]

˗ˏˋ ♡ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡ ˎˊ˗

♡ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ♡

[Ghost × Student Reader]

♡Tag: Gentle Haunting, Emotional support spirit ♡Vibe: “You looked tired today… I wanted to make you smile.” ♡ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 ♡ [ Fem!Reader x Vampire]

[blueberrybloom2]

♡ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ♡

[GhostxStudentReader]

AN: Fluffy

"There’s a little zombie~ walking around the hallways, yet nobody is running away~"

"Little zombie, you should take a break, hehe!"

"Little zombie, you studied hard today. On your way home, you should treat yourself… Do you have a sweet tooth? Did you know Bloom Café has the best pastries? If you do, you should check it out."

Ever since you fainted during a test, you've been hearing a boy’s voice playful, almost childish. At first, you thought it was all in your head. Maybe a stress-induced hallucination. But then came the notes. Slips of paper in soft blue ink, always scribbled with doodles and addressed with the same nickname:

“For: Little Zombie.”

That was the only name the voice ever called you.

The notes were simple with encouraging words, reminders to rest, even silly little jokes. Sometimes, they came with small pieces of candy or juice boxes left beside your books when you weren’t looking. As the days went by, you noticed more strange things. Your pencil or eraser would float gently off the desk while you studied. At first, you blamed the lack of sleep. Maybe you were just that tired. But whatever it was… it proved you wrong.

Whenever you struggled with a problem, your pencil would move, as if guided by invisible hands, writing out hints or pointing at the parts of the textbook you were overlooking. Whoever or whatever it was, they were incredibly smart, patient, and oddly kind.

Once, you tried to speak to it.

“Who are you? What are you?” you whispered into the empty air.

No response.

Unfortunately, the librarian happened to be nearby, stacking books on a shelf. She gave you a strange look, one eyebrow raised.

“Are you talking to me, sweetheart?” she asked.

Flustered, you clutched your math book and stammered, “No, no I just, um, accidentally read out loud. I’m sorry.”

That night, you heard giggles on your walk home the same giggles you’d heard after you first fainted.

The next day, determined to get some answers, you left a note of your own.

“Who are you? Why are you helping me?”

You slipped it under your notebook and waited.

The next day, you got your answers. He was a student who died on campus a few years ago, and he just felt like helping.

Were you being haunted?

Maybe. But it was the kind of haunting that came with sweet gestures, floating pencils, and quiet encouragement. You didn’t mind it.

In fact… you started looking forward to it.

To him.

Slowly, through scribbled notes and little gifts, you both began to share more about yourselves.

You never saw him.

But somehow, you felt less alone.

[blueberrybloom2]

♥︎ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 ♥︎

[BossBearxPart-timeReader]

Smut Warning

An: idk what other warning to put. Part 1

Later that night, in his apartment above the bakery, your boss was thinking about you... and how much of a problem you were becoming. He should have known from the beginning that no one could be that energetic and cheerful during early shifts, yet he dismissed it because you were good at your job, quick with orders, kind to customers, and meticulous when it came to cleaning. That should have been the end of it. But now, you were laying it on thick, and he couldn't ignore it anymore; it was driving him insane.

For berries sake, you were his employee, and here he was, with his shaky hands as he unzipped his jeans. He had been fighting his growing boner all day. The way your dress rode up your thighs as you stretched for the top shelf, the warmth of your body pressed against his chest during your lingering hugs drove him insane. It took every ounce of his self-control not to pin you against the kitchen counter and have his way with you right then and there.

His massive cock sprang free, already rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. He wrapped one of his large hands around his thick shaft, groaning at the sensation. "Fuck..." he muttered, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back against the couch cushions as he began to fantasize about you. He imagined bending you over the kitchen counter, with your dress hiked up around your waist as he took you from behind, pounding into your tight, wet pussy. He imagined laying you out on the cool, marble baking table as he worshiped every inch of your body with his hands, mouth, and cock.

He stroked his cock faster and harder, his hips rocking up to meet his hand as he pictured you riding his giant cock, your tits bouncing as you impaled yourself on him over and over again. But just before he imagined filling you up, he muttered your name and exploded, his hot, thick cum erupting from the tip of his pulsing cock and splattering all over.

He opened his eyes and cleaned up, muttering angrily, "For berries sake, she's an employee, my employee, an employee..." But every day, you made it harder for him to remember why that even mattered.

And every night, he went home and laid half awake, replaying every damn second of the day with his cock on his hand, thinking about you.

His employee, his forbidden fruit.

[blueberrybloom2]

♡ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 ♡

[BossBearxPart-timeReader]

AN:Divider

His big hands moved with practiced precision, as he filled the delicate cream horns. Each slow, deliberate spiral sent the cream twisting inside the pastry, his grip tightening ever so slightly with each squeeze.

"Are you paying attention ?" he asked softly.

You blinked, startle, "Yes, boss," you replied quickly, with a smile.

"Good. Here, try it," he said, giving you the piping bag.

You didn’t hesitate for a second. Your fingers lingered just a moment too long as they brushed against his as you took it, the light contact making your pulse quicken. You hoped he didn’t notice the way your hands trembled slightly, or the way your breath hitched as his warmth touched your skin. He wasn’t mean. Not even close. He was patient, thoughtful, gentle—almost frustratingly so. And maybe that’s what made it worse.

You were the one falling, the one trying not to look too obvious while secretly hoping he’d notice everything. Working for him wasn’t just about the money it was about him. He was the reason why as soon as you saw the hiring poster, you immediately rushed to apply.

You pushed the piping bag into the pastry carefully, hyper-aware of how close he was. "Put it in a bit further," he said, his voice low and even. You did as he instructed.

"Not deep enough," he murmured, his hand closing over yours. His touch was firm but gentle, guiding your hand further, the tip of the piping bag now exactly where he wanted it.

"Here," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "Now, go slowly in circles."

You followed his lead, the pressure of his hand steadying yours as you began to pipe the pastry in smooth in circles. “Just like that,” he said quietly, his breath warm against your neck. His chest brushed your back, his huge and muscular frame comfortably close but not close enough.

Your breath hitched, and you tried focused on the task, though it was nearly impossible.

"Am I doing a good job, boss?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," he replied, his voice soft with hum of approval.

"I'm heading to the front to make sure everything is ready before opening," he said.

"Okay," you managed to reply

His fingers lingered on yours a moment longer before he stepped back, leaving you to finish the pastry and catch your breath.

You liked him, and there was no way around it, but even as the months passed and you grew bolder, he still didn’t notice.

Sometimes, you really wonder if he’s genuinely that oblivious. Like does he seriously not notice that you’ve got the hots for him? It’s not like you even try to hide it anymore, especially with the way you’ve been acting around him lately.

The bakery doesn’t have a strict uniform. Your boss only ever said to wear something brown or white to match the bakery earthy, cozy theme beside something clean and presentable. And of course, you took full advantage of that.

Wearing shorts dress that clings to your waist and flows just a bit too high above your thighs. You walk into the bakery, he’s already behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, flour on his hands.

“Good Morning,” you chirp, lips glossed, hair tied with a ribbon that matches your dress.

He barely looks up. “Morning. Go check if we have everything in stock.”

You bite back a pout. Nothing. Not even a glance. Not even you were reaching for the high shelves or bending over and your dress would ride up just enough to give him a peek of your panties. Nothing but embarrassed came the day.

You were on your tiptoes, arm stretched high as you tried to grab the sugar. Behind you, you knew he was watching....he had to be. The dress rides up your thighs as you hear footsteps behind you.

You smirked

But then he just brushes past, casually grabbing the sugar himself and handing it to you without comment. “You could’ve asked.”

You took a your break earlier after that. Was it disheartening that he didn’t throw you on the counter and take you right there like in one of your desperate little daydreams? Absolutely. Did it make you doubt whether you were even attractive? Maybe just a little. You knew you were hot but somehow, his lack of reaction had you questioning it. And that pissed you off more than you cared to admit.

You were practically throwing yourself at him every shift, every hour you spent together. Even his regular customers assumed the two of you were married.

“Your wife is a sweetheart,” Madam Blueberry said as she looked at your boss. “You two make a lovely couple.”

You corrected her as your cheeks burn. Despite liking the sound of it. The word wife really sounded nice. No, scratch that his wife sounded better.

And when it was time to close shop, your goodbyes weren’t subtle. You hugged him with full-body contact, arms-wrapped-tight kind of hug. Who does that to their boss, really?

You’d murmur a soft “stay safe,” letting your cheek brush against his chest, your body pressing against his just enough to make it obvious.

Still... nothing. Well not exactly nothing you got a awkward back pat and a “You too.”

Should have just been nothing? Or is it better than nothing?

Part 2 SMUT WARNING ⚠️

[blueberrybloom2]

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Idk how to label these tbh but

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[blueberrybloom2]

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