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mxtantrights · 3 days ago

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WORLDS APART

Azriel just wanted to make it back home. To Velaris. If he could just make it out of the woods, find some shelter, he could do it. He could rest for a while and then winnow out of the human lands.

The arrow wounds that litter his back and stomach weren't that bad.

But then again, he is a bit of a masochist. To anyone else it would be bad. Maybe mortally so.

He's been through worse.

He just needs to--

Azriel falls to his knees, the hard soil beneath him. His eyes roll back as he passes out from exhaustion and the lack of adrenaline running through his veins. The last thing he remembers is the sound of a branch snapping somewhere behind him.

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You come up on the huddled body in the woods on your way home. With the wicker basket full of fruits and fresh bread hanging around your arm and your cat following behind you.

The massive black heap stops you.

You look around first. Strange things happen in these woods all the time. Which is why you live in them. It's better this way.

There's a few moments that pass after that. You try to see from the far distance you're at if the body is moving. Once you realize that it's not you get closer and closer.

Wings.

Not a human. You put down the basket and run over to the body. Carefully you roll it over. A tall male, with wounds socking his clothes. Leathers.

He was fae, you think. Based on the wings that lay on his back. And the glowing blue pieces of rocks.

This is the moment you decide to save his life. You carefully rip the bottom of your skirt into a long piece. Then you tie around his side. The blood keeps coming.

You then carefully flip him towards his front. Figuring it would be better to drag him on his front than on his back and mess up his wings. You grunt and sweat as you bring the heavy man into your cottage.

-----

Azriel wakes up in a daze. His eyelids feel heavy. Like he can't properly open them or get the sleep out of them. Everything around him is blurry and his senses are dimmed. His hearing is a bit muted too.

Which is why he doesn't flinch or notice when you come into view.

He thinks he's dying. That's the only way any of this makes sense. You come into view with your coils framing your face and soft smile on your lips. An angel for his last moments.

He's always wondered who he'd see in his last moments. Would it be his mother? Maybe Elaine, even though he can't admit that out loud. Or Gwyn. Or Mor. Both of which he also can't admit out loud.

But you, you're different. He thought he'd see someone he knew. But he doesn't know who you are. He's never seen your face before. He would know it. He would remember.

The warm light from beside you sharpens your features. The plump of your lips. The brown of your eyes. The brilliant reflection of your teeth from your smile.

And he doesn't know it, but Azriel lets the sleep take him. He does so with a smile on his face.

-----

You dunk the cloth into the water and silently clean the wounds. He has been improving slightly. Thankfully he hadn't hurt his wings, because you knew nothing about healing in that area.

A fae in your neck of the woods.

What was he doing here? Was he alone?

You hadn't seen many fae with wings though. Sure, you hadn't seen many fae in your life but this is new. And his ears weren't pointed. Maybe he's a crossbreed? Part fae and something else?

You look over him once more. Stopping your movements with your hand.

The sharp lines of his jaw. The slope of his nose. The thick eyelashes. And his hands. You had wondered about them for days now. Who did such a thing to him? Did he deserve it?

A sharp meow from behind you startles you from your thoughts. You turn around in a rush. Your cat, Felix, is looking at you like you've got three heads.

"Oh hush, I'm just helping him." you say.

He meows again.

"I already left you food to eat. You don't have to watch me." you quip.

Felix sashays away from you with all the sass of an old man. You turn back to the body of the man in front of you. In your mind you're remembering how a a night ago he had woken up and looked right at you. Then fell right back to sleep with a smile on his face.

You resume wiping at his wounds.

-----

Azriel wakes up with a start. He can see and hear very clearly now. Like all of his senses have returned. He takes in his surroundings. He's laying on the floor, in a heap of blankets, a fire place smoking out beside him.

"Hello?" he asks.

But there is no response. He moves his legs, ready to stand, but feels the extent of his injuries. He looks down at his side. He's wrapped up.

Someone helped him.

With a grimace he gets up from the floor. It's then he sees a chair near the door. His leathers are folded up neatly. He looks down quickly at his legs. He's wearing pants. He sighs in relief.

All of a sudden it's like his duties come washing over him. The mission. He needs to get back home.

His actions are fast. He pulls his leathers on, with a few grunts and winces, but he pulls them on nonetheless. He looks around the strange place once more before he winnows out.

Back home.

Well, into Rhys' office. Who is seemingly waiting for him.

Rhys has his back turned to him, he's staring out of the window. His hands tucked behind his back.

"I was wondering when you'd-" Rhys' words stop as soon as he turns and sees Azriel.

"I got the information." Azriel says.

"You got hurt." Rhys says.

"I'm not anymore. I'm healing."

"And how exactly is that?" Rhys asks.

Azriel can feel his face go warm. He doesn't have all the facts. He doesn't really know anything. All he has is your face. Not even a name to call his savior.

"I'm still not sure."

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The woods had been your home for a long time. But if a wounded fae walked though them, it was only a matter of time before more and more mythical creatures did.

It's not like you have a bias against them. You are one yourself. And that is the reason why you had to abandon the cottage. If any of the humans came looking and found you, you'd be in trouble.

You hammer the nail over the plank of wood. Sealing the last window from the inside out. If someone were to come back here, they would find a vacant home. No personal items left behind. It was almost like you haven't lived here for years.

What would be your new home?

Further inland, closer to The Wall, is a community of people that wouldn't look you over twice. You happen to fit in with humans quite well. It's only when you started to do magic that you gave up your real identity.

So that's where you'll go.

You peek inside of the wicker basket to find Felix fast asleep. All these years and he's been by your side since you were little. You can't imagine doing any of this alone.

With nothing else to say you start your trek.

-----

Azriel knocks on the door twice. He can hear Rhys from beyond the door telling him to come inside. He opens the door and finds Feyre with him. He wasn't expecting that.

"Hello brother." Rhys says.

"Brother, Feyre. What's going on?" Azriel asks.

Rhys shrugs his shoulders, "Oh nothing. I was just telling my dear wife here that you'd fallen in love with your healer."

Azriel balks at that. He had never used those words. He hadn't even said anything about you to anyone. Of course Rhys does peek around in his head sometimes after missions.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Feyre smiles.

"I'm not in love. I don't even know who she is." Azriel replies.

"So why don't you go find out?" Rhys asks.

Azriel looks at him in confusion.

"Brother, I know you think it impossible that love would find you. But I think you were proven wrong. I think you have to find out who this woman is." Rhys continues.

"Maybe just start with a thanks for saving your life." Feyre added on.

Azriel clears his throat, "A thank you."

"Yes, then ask her out." Rhys jokes.

"I don't want to scare her." Azriel says.

"I don't think you could. I mean, she saved your life remember?" Feyre responds in kind.

-----

The water felt nice and warm in your hand. You close your eyes and try to think calm thoughts. Being in a new place is overwhelming. You aren't used to the people here.

They are secluded. Hardly talk. And when they do the rumor mill churns. Their questions came as soon as you arrived. Where did you come from? Why are you here? When will you leave?

Of course no one could ask these to your face. But they did whisper. Loudly.

"You should watch yourself." a voice says from behind you.

You retract your hand from the water and turn around. Standing a few feet away from you is a man. Tall, long red hair. He doesn't look human.

"Why?" you ask.

"Humans shouldn't play in the water. All kinds of creatures in there." he answers.

You tilt your head to the side. Then you smile.

"How do you know I'm not the creature in the water?" you ask in return.

He seems perplexed by your words. So much so that he walks closer to you. It makes you stand up, so that you can greet him. From this close you can tell for sure he's not human.

The tip of his ears that peak through that luscious head head of hair. And his eye. One of them is real and the other isn't. It's mechanical.

"What are you?" he asks.

"I mean no trouble." you answer.

"I know you don't, but the humans here might. You should rethink staying here." he says.

"And where would I go?" you ask, not really looking for an answer.

"I could set you up in a place. It would be safe. You wouldn't have to worry about the humans."

You take a moment. Not that you were really thinking about taking him up on his offer. You didn't know him. And you had been living along for years. You weren't about to give that up.

But taking a risk with the humans was just that, a risk.

"Who would I have to worry about?" you ask.

-----

Azriel winnows to the place he left and he's disparaged. The cottage is boarded up. He uses his strength to take some of the boards down and peek inside. It's empty, as if no one lived here.

Had he dreamed you up?

No. You had been real. He knows it. He's sure of it.

Another thing he's sure of? he's not going to find you. He shakes his head and looks around the woods. The sound of the dry leaves rusting in the wind.

What happened here?

As if feeling some strange pull he looks toward the door. At the wooden planks that criss cross on top of it. He walks over to it slowly, trying to find something, anything that could lead him to you.

"What kind of secret mission is this?"

He whirls around to find Cassian behind him. He scoffs. It's on him for thinking that Cassian of all people wouldn't be interested in what he's up to.

"It's not a mission." Azriel answers.

"Sure seems like it. I mean, human lands? Not a very fun place for us." Cassian comments.

"I'm looking for someone." Azriel relents.

"Looks like they packed up and left town."

"No shit."

"Fiesty. Okay. I'm just gonna head back home." Cassian points behind him.

Azriel sighs, "Sorry. I just, need to find her."

Cassian makes a face. His eyebrows shoot up on his face. And his lips form a stupid grin.

"Well maybe you can track her. Got anything of hers?"

Azriel reaches into the pocket of his leather pants. The makeshift bandage. He had kept it while Madja checked him out. More like sneakily picked it up from the floor and took it to his room to keep.

At once his shadows swirled around the blood soaked cloth. Then they crept up to his ear. And they whispered to him where he should be looking next.

"The Spring Court." he said out loud/

And something else. Something he couldn't say out loud. Because it seemed highly unlikely.

-----

You brush Felix's fur over and over. You're ruminating. Maybe you should just ask him. Lucien has been nice to you ever since you've met. You doubt he would just turn you down.

"What type of fae have wings?" you ask.

He looks up at you from his crouched position near the river. It earns him a splash of water from one of the nymphs. He gets up and walks over to where you are seated on a blanket.

"You've met an Illyrian?"

"I don't know are they the kind of fae that have wings?" you ask again.

He rolls his eyes, "Yes. Where did you meet one?"

You shrug your shoulders, "Out in the woods of the human lands. he was hurt."

Lucien's eyes squint at you.

"And you helped him?"

"Well I wasn't going to let him die. I just want to know if he is okay." you respond.

It had been weighing on your more and more since you left him alone in your cottage that morning. You thought he might stick around and thank you. Or maybe that he would stick around and kill you.

"What's his name?" Lucien asks.

"I didn't quite have the time to ask him since he was unconscious almost the whole time." you quip.

"Okay then what'd he look like?"

"Brown eyes. Black hair. Tall. Wings. He wore all black, leathers. And his hands were..." you trail off.

"Oh you liked his hands?" Lucien jokes.

"No it's not that. It just that they were scared. Like he got burned."

"Cauldron boil me."

-----

He'd been in a crappy mood since the trail went cold in the Spring Court. He had to keep what he was doing a secret. If Rhys knew he was searching around the Spring Court he would be reprimanded.

That is enemy territory.

But Cassian knows. Which means it's only a matter of time before Nesta knows and then Feyre, and then Rhys.

He's screwed.

Family dinner has been especially difficult. Azriel has been waiting for Cassian to slip up. So much so that he doesn't realize the trail of bread crumbs he's been leaving himself.

"So what's the name of the female you're fucking?" Amren asks.

Mor and Elaine spit out their drinks. Cassian snickers to himself, as much as he can really. Nesta looks right at Azriel. So does Feyre and Rhysand.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Azriel grits out.

"You reek of Spring. So I figure you're not there on a diplomatic mission." Amren explains her question.

"You do smell like fresh grass. I caught a whiff of it during training." Mor comments.

"Hey maybe just leave it alone." Cassian bites in.

Nesta turns to him at once, "You know something?"

Azriel can see him writhing in his chair. Mother, he'd have to tell all of them now. Not all of it but some of it. Just to placate them. Seeing Cassian twist in the wind is not that funny. It's hard to watch.

"I'm looking for someone. I owe them a thanks." Azriel answers.

Amren smirks, "As in verbally or in bed?"

At that, Azriel can feel his cheeks start to warm up. He looks away from the table as he knows they're probably turning red.

"Alright alright, enough. I think we should let Azriel tell us in his own time." Rhys speaks up.

Azriel nods once. Thankful for his brother in this moment. He goes to reach for his cup but there's a sudden wind. It knocks it down. It knocks all the cups down.

Before any of them can ask what the hell is going on, a darkness appears. Over the table. Someone is trying to winnow into he dinning room. Azriel takes out his blade. Cassian gets up from the table, his chair scratching the floor.

He makes out Lucien first. So he stands down. But he's setting something down on the table. No not, something a body. It materializes as the darkness subsides.

There laying out on the hard wood of the table, is you. Your hair crowning your head like a halo. Your eyes closed, in pain.

He takes in your state. You're wearing a thin green dress. And blood is pooling from your neck and chest. A slight gash on your head. He can feel the anger roaring to life inside of him. His heart is racing. He can't think straight.

And this is the only reason that he shouts.

"What the hell happened to my mate?!"

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel #acotar

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mwahsol · 2 days ago

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Description: Doing a TikTok trend to get revenge

Typing with nails will actually be the death of me, IM GOING INSANE, they eat tho so I'm not mad. also this is the first thing I've written in so long I could cry but enjoy babe ;)

Usually when you see TikTok trends you never would film them with your girlfriend, knowing she's not the biggest fan of them but as soon as you see the “current boyfriend/girlfriend” trend you know you had to do it with Juju.

You were already planning on filming a mini dinner vlog with Juju, it was the perfect opportunity to sneak the trend in, so it didn't seem suspicious when she saw you filming.

After setting out all the ingredients to make dinner, you move to set up your phone so that they would be able to see you cook and would be able to see when Juju would come into the kitchen. Finally, after setting up your phone, you take a second to check to make sure your hair still looks good and your lip combo is still on.

Pressing record you start filling the camera into your plan, “Hey guys so I'm going to start making dinner while Juju’s on her way home but I saw the current boyfriend/girlfriend thing and decided I'm doing it since she thought it was funny to post a picture of me DROOLING this morning.” You say while side-eyeing the camera.

“But anyways, I'm making vodka pasta and mashed potatoes because I'm going to need to feed her good so she won't be too mad after,” you trail off, knowing your petty girlfriend. After showing all the ingredients, you get to prep everything and put on music while you wait for her to get home.

“Ok so the pasta’s done, the potatoes are still boiling because they need to be soft enough where you can pierce a knife through it without effort so we're going to make the sauce.” Mid-way through getting ready to narrate what you’re doing you hear the lock of the front door turning.

“Baby, I'm home,” Juju calls you, setting all of her stuff down and taking off her shoes to put on her slides, “where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you answer while mouthing to the camera, “I'm nervous.” You try to contain your laugh and start making the sauce to keep yourself busy.

As you're facing away from the kitchen entrance, you feel her hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards her front, the smell of her shampoo and her cologne on her clothes. You can feel her relax against you after practicing since she left this morning. As she rests her head on your shoulder, you can feel her start to leave small light kisses on your shoulder and neck, “missed you,” she mumbles.

“I missed you too, I'm making one of your favorites,” you reply, still focusing on the sauce but kissing her forehead before returning to add seasonings.

“Smells good babe.”

“Thank you, I hope I don't add too many chili flakes”

“Was talking about you”

“Thank you,” you say, getting shy and turning your head away from the camera. “Baby the cameras recording,” you remind her knowing she's not the most affectionate in front of them.

“So?” She lifts her head to look at your face wanting to make sure you weren't uncomfortable and goes to kiss you finally, wanting her welcome home kiss.

“Nevermind, do you wanna try the sauce to make sure it's ready?” You say turning down the heat on the stove then turn around in her arms to wrap your arms around her neck basking in having her full attention.

“Of course,” she kisses you again, giving you the idea that it's the perfect time to do it.

Leaving her arms to go get a mini-tasting spoon, then returning to get some of the sauce you show the camera. You give it to her, and while she's mid-bite you decide to go for it, “ok guys my current girlfriend is trying the sauce so hopefully she likes it.” You say turning to watch her reaction beside you with a straight face that's taking everything in you to hold.

After hearing the words leave your mouth, Juju pauses and gives you a messy side-eye. She chuckles slowly before speaking, “Yo pause, say that again. Ion think you said that right.” She says while twirling her finger signaling you to turn to face the camera.

“No? You good?” You say still fighting for your life to keep a straight face. at seeing her widen her eyes a bit you start gathering yourself to not laugh.

“Cut the cameras, there's no way you just said that.” She turns to look at you thinking you lost your mind.

“What are you talking about, you're trying the sauce aren't you?” You say purposefully not addressing what she's talking about.

“Y/n, stop playing with me. you know I'm talking about the “current girlfriend thing.” I'm not your current girlfriend. I'm your girlfriend, scratch that, I'm your wife.” She moves to reach over to stop the phone from recording but you grab her hand to stop her.

“Y/n? is crazy what happened to baby, but you are currently my girlfriend. I don't see the problem,” You say, pretending to reason with her and holding her hand when she stares at you like you've grown two heads.

“Babe I put a ring on your finger what the fuck are you talking about? I'm not no current anything, I'm forever, I'm not leaving, trust you'll need a different universe to get rid of me and even then imma be there,” she goes on gripping onto you and ranting while the camera still keeps recording.

As she kept going about how you would never get rid of her your composure finally broke. As you start laughing you can see her face shift into her thinking you are laughing at her. She starts to let go of you but you quickly hold tighter while you shake your head.

“Y/n let go,” she says, trying to pull her hand away from you.

“Wait, baby, it's a trend on TikTok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” you say, finally telling her moving to hug her.

“What kind of sick trend is that,” she says, finally holding you back and relaxing knowing you didn't mean it.

You keep apologizing while kissing all over her face to soften her up. As she finally speaks again, “You know you are my wife basically though right?”

“Of course I do love,” you say while holding her face reassuring her that it was a prank.

“Is this why you made the pasta?” She asks laying her head on your shoulder again to not let the camera see her face getting soft looking at you. “Maybe and because your story was crazy this morning,” you drag out giggling at the feeling of her lashes brushing against you.

After holding her for a bit she speaks again, “The sauce is really good,” you laugh at her response, happy she likes it.

“Good because the potatoes aren't done yet.” You lift her head to kiss her while she laughs.

“I'll help make them,” she says against your lips enjoying the moment with you.

“yeah?” You rub her arms wrapped around you

“Anything for you.”

@ yourusername posted a video

@ yourusername I'm making strawberry muffins to make it up to her guys TRUST 🙏

Did I disappear for months? Yes....... IM SORRY. Everything has been crazy, I quit my job, dropped out (I'm going back), and was losing my mind.

kiss the sun 🌞

#fluff #wlw #wcbb x reader #juju watkins x reader #usc x reader

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gojoethereal · 2 days ago

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Polycule idea for you: (geto/gojo/shoko/reader) board games turned stripping games. Works best a monopoly or Life, but rather than paying with the game cash instead it’s either a ‘x amt of kisses/x amt of time per kiss’ or strip per game rules. Either one lead to horny results.

you can also keep it sfw too and have it be ‘x amt of kisses’ instead if you like that idea better, both are good ideas and both are a little bit silly

Monopoly Mayhem: Kisses, Strips & Everything In Between

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Shoko Ieiri x reader Rating: Explicit / NSFW Tags: poly chaos, shared intimacy, mutual affection, smut, kisses, teasing, oral, sensory play, voyeurism, penetrative sex, group sex, switch dynamics, filthy language, intense climax

an: loveddd this idea tysm i hope I don't disappoint alsooo i've never written long smut before but I hope ya'll enjoy!!!

It starts with rain.

Fat droplets tapping against the windows, the lights dimmed low, and a half-hearted attempt to organize the board games shoved under the TV stand. You were all supposed to go out tonight, but Shoko vetoed the plan with a flick of her lighter and a yawn. "Too wet," she declared. "Too much effort. Let’s stay in and get naked instead."

That’s what she meant. What she said was:

“Let’s play Monopoly. House rules.”

“Do we really want to play Monopoly?” you ask, eyeing the cursed stack of Chance cards.

“Monopoly is how I weed out the weak,” Shoko says dryly, already setting up. “I win, I kiss whoever I want. I lose, I kiss whoever I want.”

Gojo snickers. “That’s called winning at life, babe.”

Geto adjusts his bun, looking far too composed for someone surrounded by three agents of chaos. “Fine. But no actual money. Let’s… trade in favors. Kisses, dares, clothes.”

You glance between the three of them—Gojo’s already shirtless for some reason, Geto’s sipping his drink like he’s heard this speech before, and Shoko’s twirling a hotel piece between her fingers with a wicked grin.

“I’m not getting naked for Baltic Avenue,” you say.

“Then cough up a kiss, baby,” Gojo smirks. “That’s the easy version.”

You raise a brow. “What’s the hard version?”

“Stripping and kissing. Combined,” Geto answers, casual like he’s reading off the rules on the box.

And just like that, the game begins.

ROUND ONE:

You roll first. Land on Chance.

Gojo cackles. “Ooooh. First victim.”

Shoko leans forward, eyes glittering. “Chance cards mean you kiss both people next to you. Same time. No complaints.”

You glance to your left: Shoko, already waiting with a hand on your thigh. Your right: Gojo, grinning, tongue between his teeth.

Geto watches with half-lidded eyes, sipping from his glass like it’s a show he paid for.

You go for it—hands on Gojo’s jaw, lips pressing against Shoko’s. Gojo steals the rest of your kiss, mouth hot and greedy. Shoko’s hand slides up your back as she deepens hers. You pull away breathless, dazed, and barely able to roll again.

“Strong start,” Geto murmurs.

ROUND TWO: GETO’S TURN

He lands on Shoko’s property.

“Rent,” she says lazily, holding out a hand. “Pay up or take it off.”

Geto reaches over, pulls her into a slow, deep kiss that makes her groan softly. You watch her melt into it—and when he finally pulls back, her lipstick is smudged and she’s biting her bottom lip.

“Overachiever,” Gojo mutters, clearly jealous.

Without asking, Geto turns and kisses Gojo next, hand in his hair, slow and ridiculously hot. You feel your whole body clench at the sight of Gojo just melting into Geto’s mouth like he’s been starving for it.

Shoko whistles. “Okay, fine. Rent accepted.”

ROUND THREE: GOJO’S TURN

He lands on your property.

You don’t even speak. You just point at your lips.

“God, you’re so bossy,” he purrs, but he’s already climbing over the board and into your lap.

His kiss is messy, open-mouthed, and definitely meant to distract. His hands slip under your shirt, thumbs brushing your ribs. You kiss him back until Geto leans over and bites Gojo’s shoulder—not hard, just enough to get his attention.

Gojo turns to him with a gasp and kisses him, still half in your lap, grinding a little for good measure. You laugh, flushed, already tugging your shirt off when Shoko leans over and helps, hands cold on your skin.

“You’re behind,” she whispers against your ear, then kisses your neck until you can’t think straight.

THE GAME DEVOLVES FAST:

Shoko kisses everyone like it’s a game she’s already won. She straddles Geto to collect rent, her shirt long gone, pressing lazy kisses to his chest while Gojo cheers her on.

Geto, ever the calm one, starts “punishing” missed turns with kisses and nips—on thighs, shoulders, wrists. You nearly forget it’s a game when he kisses Gojo’s hipbone through his sweats and Gojo moans, too loud.

Gojo kisses with his whole body. He pulls you onto his lap, kisses Shoko over your shoulder, then yanks Geto in for a three-way kiss that nearly knocks the board over.

You’ve lost count of turns. Your underwear’s somewhere under the table. Shoko’s on Gojo’s lap now, kissing him with slow, deliberate hunger while Geto pulls you into a kiss so deep it leaves your head spinning.

“Who’s winning?” you ask weakly, lips swollen.

“Pretty sure we all are,” Shoko says, licking her lips.

They all pause for a second—everyone flushed, out of breath, tangled together on the floor—and you feel the shift in the room. Less playful now. More charged.

Gojo’s hands are on your thighs, fingertips tracing slow lines upward. Geto’s breath is hot against your neck.

The game is officially over.

The board is obliterated.

There’s a hotel piece tangled in Gojo’s hair, dice digging into your thigh, and Shoko’s nails teasing patterns on Geto’s bare chest as she rides him with deliberate rolls of her hips. Gojo is half-sprawled over the three of you, mouth hot on your neck, whispering filth into Geto’s ear while grinding against your side.

“So,” Shoko purrs, breath shivering as she swivels her hips, “new rule: first one to moan loses.”

“I already lost my dignity and my pants,” Geto breathes, chest rising under Shoko. “Do your worst.”

“Careful,” Gojo grins, sliding down Shoko’s body to mouth at Geto’s pelvis, tongue dipping lower. “She’s dangerously good at doing her worst.”

You lean in, cupping Shoko’s jaw and dragging her into a kiss—slow, wet, and filthy—while your other hand slides between Gojo’s thighs, palming him as he groans into Geto’s skin. Geto’s hand reaches behind to tug at your hair, dragging you closer until your lips brush his, tongues tasting shared moans.

It’s not a game anymore. It’s a ritual.

Mouths find skin—tongues drag, teeth scrape, gasps build. Shoko twists and shifts, sucking a bruise into your collarbone while her hand dips between your legs, fingers insistent and merciless.

Gojo’s whimpering into Geto’s lap, hips rutting against the floor as you stroke him and Shoko’s fingers quicken. Geto lifts Shoko with one arm, lays her flat, and dives between her thighs like he’s starved. Her moan breaks the silence—loud, ragged—and you all freeze, panting.

“Guess I lost,” she pants. “Now fuck me like I won.”

Gojo is in your lap a second later, kissing you dizzy, his cock hard against your belly. You push him down, climb on top, and sink onto him with a desperate whimper. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down hard as you bounce, thighs slapping.

Beside you, Geto is already fucking Shoko into the floor, her legs over his shoulders, her moans echoing through the room. He doesn’t look away as Gojo pulls you into another kiss, letting you ride him while Geto kisses Shoko open-mouthed, groaning filth into her skin.

“Touch me,” Gojo begs, grabbing your ass. “Fuck, you feel so good—take me, baby.”

Your reply is swallowed by Shoko’s lips, her kiss sloppy and hot as her hand finds your clit and rubs in tight circles. You shudder, whimpering into her mouth while Gojo bucks up into you.

Geto pulls out of Shoko, flips her over, and spanks her hard enough to make her gasp. She looks over her shoulder, smiling through it, as he pushes back in, deeper this time, both of them moaning.

Gojo slides out from under you, flips you onto your hands and knees, and sinks back in with a filthy growl. His hand is in your hair, his chest on your back, his thrusts brutal and perfect. You cry out—he bites your shoulder, and it only makes you wetter.

Geto watches, lips parted, then crawls forward to kiss you while Gojo fucks you from behind. His mouth is all tongue and heat, his hand cupping your cheek. Shoko shifts under him, her mouth on Gojo’s neck as he chases his high.

Eventually, it’s all tangled limbs and shared moans. Shoko rides Gojo while you ride Geto. Then Geto takes you from behind while you mouth at Shoko’s breasts, and Gojo eats her out like she’s the only thing he’s ever needed.

The climax comes like thunder—loud, crashing, overwhelming. You sob against Gojo’s chest as you cum, your body trembling. Shoko arches beneath Geto, nails clawing his back. Gojo spills inside you with a groan and a kiss to your spine.

You all collapse—sweaty, breathless, ruined.

No one moves for a minute.

Then someone laughs.

Then everyone’s laughing, soft and blissed out.

“Board games next week?” Gojo wheezes, face pressed to your thigh.

Shoko lifts her head, eyes dazed. “Only if strip Uno means someone fucks me every time I get skipped.”

Geto groans. “That’s cruel.”

“So are you in or not?” you murmur, already smiling.

His only answer is a kiss.

if anyone has any ideassss lemme know ill defo write it alsooo I think Im starting to write a lot of jjk poly pics lol anyways I hope y'all enjoyeddd <33

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bittenbyenhypen · 20 hours ago

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his replica, my ruin (p.js)

they say imitation is flattery. but i never asked permission.

pairing: stepbrother!jay (park jongseong) x reader (y/n)

wc: 8.6k

genre: slow burn | slight angst | smut = minors dni!

tags: stepbrother!au, stepcest, post-breakup tension, bickering, enemies to not-exactly-enemies, taboo, clone-a-willy, use of pet names, dom-jay, sub-reader, p in v, no protection, masturbation

a/n: lowercase intentional! first time writing smut so please, don’t be too harsh 😓

i didn’t expect the sound of the front door to make my stomach twist, but it did. loud. sharp. final.

jay was home.

♰ "∘ .╰♯₊⊹

i kept my eyes on my laptop, pretending to be absorbed in the show playing quietly, but every second ticked like a countdown. his footsteps thudded through the entryway, not light and careless like they used to be when he’d come back from school breaks—but heavier now. tired. like someone who’d been carrying too much for too long.

he didn’t say anything when he saw me on the couch. just kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the stairs with a loud thud. typical jay.

“nice to see you too,” i muttered.

“didn’t ask for a welcome party,” he replied, brushing past me on his way to the kitchen.

there he was. park jongseong, stepbrother extraordinaire. back under the same roof we hadn’t shared since high school. now he was older, broader, moodier… and freshly dumped. did i mention sexier…

i stood, following him to the kitchen where he was already raiding the fridge like he hadn’t eaten in days. “don‘t touch the pasta,” i warned. “it’s mine.”

jay looked over his shoulder with a scoff. “you always label your food like someone’s dying to steal your sad little leftovers.”

“you do steal them.”

he pulled out a gatorade instead and shut the fridge with his hip. “relax. i’m not that desperate. yet.”

his tone was sharp, like he wanted to be mean just for the sake of it. i knew that tone. it was the same one he used when my mom married his dad, when we were suddenly siblings, and his entire life flipped. it had softened over the years… until now.

i crossed my arms. “so, how long are you staying?”

“until I figure it out,” he said, unscrewing the bottle and taking a long sip. “don’t worry, i’ll stay out of your way.”

“that’s not what i asked.”

he leaned against the counter, arms crossed now, mirroring me like it was some kind of contest. “didn’t realize i needed to clear my schedule for you, y/n”

i opened my mouth, then shut it. there was no winning with jay when he was like this. defensive. snappy. hurt.

“when is dad supposed to be home?” jay questioned, surprising you because you though he alerted the pair.

“they’re in europe, so they won’t be back until next month.”

jay signed, feeling a sense of relief.

“so what happened?” i asked finally, keeping my tone soft. “with her?” the tension rising in the air was thick.

his eyes flicked away. “don’t.”

“come on. you were with her for three years.”

“and now I’m not.” he tossed the bottle cap in the sink, his jaw tightening. “what do you want me to say? that I’m devastated? that I miss her? that I gave her everything and she threw it back in my face?”

i blinked. that was more honesty than i expected. and yet… he didn’t sound sad. just pissed.

“i want you to say something real,” i said. “not just hide behind sarcasm.”

he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “you don’t know the first thing about real, y/n. you sit here with your pens and your playlists and your color-coded leftovers like the world can’t touch you.”

i flinched. not because it was true—but because he wanted it to hurt.

I lifted my chin. “at least I’m not pretending i’m fine when i’m clearly not.”

he paused. something in his expression cracked for a second. barely noticeable. but i saw it.

then, just like that, it was gone.

jay sighed and turned away. “i didn’t come back to fight with you.”

“no, you came back to sulk. and crash in your old room like nothing changed.”

he looked over his shoulder. “everything changed. that’s the problem.”

the silence stretched thick between us. tension. hurt. unsaid things.

i reached for a plate from the cabinet and slid it toward him. “there’s leftover garlic bread, too. heat it up for like 30 seconds.”

jay blinked. “you’re feeding me now?”

“i’m feeding you so you don’t keep snapping at me and acting like it’s my fault your relationship went to shit.”

he muttered something under his breath but grabbed the plate anyway. heated the bread. sat across from me like it was all part of the plan.

a few minutes passed in near silence before he asked, without looking up, “you think i’m a dick, don’t you?”

i glanced at him. “no.”

jay raised an eyebrow.

i smirked. “i think you’re acting like a dick. big difference.”

his lips twitched, just slightly. “guess you’ve always been good at reading me.”

“i live to call you out.”

he didn’t respond right away. just stared at the slice of garlic bread like it held the secrets of the universe.

“i really thought she was it,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“i know,” i said softly.

we didn’t speak after that. but we didn’t need to. for once, it felt like maybe we weren’t on opposite sides of everything.

just two people who knew each other too well, but not at all at the same time.

and maybe that was the beginning of something real. even if it started with shared silence, burnt bread, and the same old bickering that had always meant more than we let on.

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it started small.

a towel left on the bathroom floor.

his shampoo on the wrong side of the shower.

the way he left the cabinet doors open like he’d never lived with another person before. maybe you’re just trying to get used to having another person in the house, because you hardly see your mom or jay‘s dad…

“you’re trying to drive me insane,” i muttered one night, tugging open the fridge and nearly knocking over his suspiciously large protein jug.

jay leaned against the counter, fresh out of a shower, hair damp, skin flushed from the heat. he didn’t even flinch. just sipped from his bottle and gave me that annoyingly amused smirk.

“maybe i like watching you unravel.”

i slammed the fridge door shut, narrowly missing his arm. “you’re a menace.”

“and you love it.” i felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

his voice was low. casual. but there was something in it—a thread pulled tight with something unsaid. something almost dangerous.

i didn’t respond. i didn’t want to respond. not to him standing there with water still clinging to his collarbones, chest rising slow and steady like he knew i noticed.

he must’ve caught the shift in my eyes, because his grin twitched.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing,” i lied.

he stepped forward, too close, studying my face. “you’ve been weird.”

“i’m not weird. you’re weird.”

he arched a brow. “real mature.”

“real shirtless,” i shot back.

he glanced down at his bare chest like he’d forgotten. “you’re the one staring.”

i tried to shove past him, but he didn’t move.

“you always do this,” i hissed, voice tight. “you poke. you push. and then when someone gets too close, you act like they’re the problem.”

something flickered in his eyes. “you’re not just someone.”

the silence between us cracked like a match being struck.

i didn’t know what to say to that—what he meant by that—so i stepped back, muttering, “put on a damn shirt.”

he let me pass this time.

but later that night, i couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d said it.

“you’re not just someone.”

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the next day, it got worse.

i walked into the laundry room and—boom—there he was. shirt off again. leaning over the dryer, pulling out his clothes, muscles moving in a way that made my brain momentarily short-circuit.

“oh my god,” i groaned. “do you even own shirts?”

he didn’t look up. “they shrink when you do laundry at satanic temperatures.”

“you’re supposed to separate lights and darks—”

“i didn’t realize i was getting a lecture from martha freaking stewart,” he cut in, straightening to his full height.

and i hated that it made my heart skip. that smug look on his face, the little glint in his eyes. i hated that i knew his voice better than my own lately. hated that i noticed how his hair curled when it was wet. that I kept remembering the words he didn’t say.

“you gonna keep staring,” he asked, stepping toward me again, “or are you gonna hand me a hanger?”

“you wish I was staring.”

“i know you were.”

there was no space between us now.

just the warm scent of detergent, the dryer’s low hum, and the sound of my own blood rushing to my ears.

his fingers brushed mine as he took the hanger from me—on purpose. a soft, deliberate touch that made heat coil low in my stomach.

“thanks,” he said, voice low.

i took a step back, heart racing. “whatever.”

that night, i lay awake.

i could hear him moving around in the room across from mine. footsteps. a drawer opening. water running in the sink. even him still carrying boxes up from his car.

i rolled over. buried my face in my pillow.

he wasn’t just back in the house; he was under my skin.

and i hated that it didn’t feel wrong. not really.

just… dangerous

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jay has been procrastinating… especially with moving all his boxes into his room. i’d like to think it was karma that when jay was halfway up the stairs a box slipped from his arms.

“shit!” he barked as it hit the floor with a heavy thunk, scattering smaller items across the hallway.

i peeked out of my room just in time to see him crouch down, shoving a few things hastily back inside. a book. socks. a sad, old hoodie i vaguely remembered from our high school days.

“you good?” i asked, stepping into the hallway in my oversized sleep shirt.

“yeah, i got it,” he muttered, not looking at me.

but there was one thing he hadn’t noticed.

one thing that had fallen just slightly into the doorway of my room.

a box… i picked it up and my breath hitched.

something… unmistakably shaped.

i blinked. looked again. oh my god.

it was a toy.

I shut the box with a snap, eyes wide, brain blank. what the hell?

“you missed something,” i called out lightly, trying to keep the crack out of my voice.

jay looked up—and froze.

his eyes locked onto the object.

his face turned an unreadable shade. “don’t open that,” he said, voice sharp.

but it was too late. i’d already opened it back up, fingertips brushing the silicone as i picked it up—carefully, like it might detonate. i was reveling in the sudden shyness of my stepbrother in front of me.

“is this…?” i trailed off. side eying the object in my hand.

he looked away, jaw tight. “a gift. it was supposed to be for her.”

“oh.” my throat felt dry. “so… it’s supposed to be…”

“yeah.” short. clipped.

i swallowed hard. “damn.” it was big, as i looked at it a little longer i started to imagine-

that made him glance at me—sharp. “what?”

“nothing.” i straightened up quickly, the toy still in my hand, like i’d forgotten how to function. “i just—didn’t think you’d let someone make a mold of your—uh. yeah.”

jay moved toward me, hand outstretched. “give it.”

i did—but not before our fingers touched.

his eyes flicked to mine.

we both froze.

the air between us went tight. dense. something electric curling just beneath the surface.

his voice dropped. “y/n.”

“sorry,” i whispered. “i just—”

“don’t apologize.” his eyes were unreadable again. “just… don’t go snooping in my stuff.”

“i didn’t! it literally landed into my room—”

“yeah, well maybe keep your door closed if you’re that sensitive.”

i narrowed my eyes. “maybe keep your dick replica packed better.”

he stared at me for a long second—and then, inexplicably, smiled.

“not my fault it wants to find you,” he said, voice low.

and then he turned, taking the box into his room, leaving me stunned and breathless in the hallway.

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i stared at the ceiling. my body hot. my thoughts worse.

i shouldn’t have imagined it. but i did.

i shouldn’t have touched it. but i wanted to.

and when i closed my door, slid under the sheets, and let my hand trail slowly down… it wasn’t the toy i was thinking about.

it was him.

his voice.

his smirk.

the way he’d said, “not my fault it wants to find you.”

and that’s when i realized—

it wasn’t just the toy i’d taken back with me.

it was the way he looked at me when i touched it. his gaze felt hungry, like he is going to pounce any chance he gets.

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i tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

my room was too hot. or maybe that was just me. every time i closed my eyes, it came back into focus.

that box.

that toy.

his voice.

“not my fault it wants to find you.”

ugh. what kind of stepbrother says something like that?

what kind of girl lets it take up space in her head all night?

the clock glowed 2:47 AM.

i should have just gone to sleep.

but i didn’t.

instead, i slipped out of bed quietly, the hardwood cool under my feet as i crept down the hallway, careful to avoid the creaky third floorboard. i paused outside his door, breath held, listening.

nothing.

no movement. no light. just the sound of his low, steady breathing on the other side.

i reached for the knob.

not locked.

it was almost worse that way. almost like an invitation.

the room smelled like him—clean, masculine, faintly woodsy from the cologne he used too much of. his jacket was slung over the back of his chair. a half-folded hoodie sat on the edge of the bed. and that damn box… was tucked neatly into the corner by his closet.

i hesitated.

this was stupid. this was so stupid.

and yet… my fingers curled around the edge of the lid, heart racing like i was about to do something criminal.

i cracked it open slowly.

there it was.

the toy.

i stared at it for a moment, biting my lip; i exhaled.

i shouldn’t touch it. not again.

but then i remembered how warm his hand had felt brushing mine. how smug he’d looked. how his voice had dipped low like he knew this would get to me.

maybe keep your door closed if you’re that sensitive.

i swallowed and reached in. picked it up.

it was… heavy. it’s about 8.5 inches with two prominent veins flowing up the side of the shaft. i trace my fingers along the ridges.

realistic. unfairly so.

god, i whispered inside my head. what the hell is wrong with you?

and then—

a floorboard behind me creaked.

my stomach dropped. my blood ran cold.

i froze, the toy still in hand.

another creak. closer this time.

“y/n?”

jay’s voice was gravel-rough, sleepy—but alert.

i didn’t turn. i couldn’t.

his voice was behind me now. right at the doorway. there was no escape…

“you really snuck in here. for that.”

i turned slowly, clutching the toy behind my back like i could hide it.

he looked at me, messy-haired, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips—and smirking, just faintly.

caught. red-handed.

his voice lowered.

“you could’ve just asked.” the words shot right to my core.

my mouth went dry. “i—i wasn’t going to—”

“you weren’t going to what, y/n?”

the space between us pulsed. my skin burned. my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

he took a slow step forward. “you were thinking about it all night, weren’t you?”

“i couldn’t sleep,” I whispered.

“same.”

his eyes flicked to where my hand was hidden behind my back. he tilted his head, almost amused.

“do you want it?” he asked, voice just above a whisper. “or do you just want to know if it’s really that accurate?”

i couldn’t speak.

he leaned in, breath warm against my temple. “go on then. take it.”

and just like that—he stepped back.

left me standing there, trembling, heart hammering, desire tangled with something darker. something wrong. something so right.

i didn’t know what was worse—that i’d been caught… or that he hadn’t stopped me.

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i slid into my room, heart pounding in anticipation. the dildo modeled after jay's impressive… felt heavy in my hand as i closed the door.

i bit my lower lip, fingers trembling slightly as i gazed at the realistic silicone. my other hand reached down to slip between my legs, already feeling the heat and dampness building there.

our rooms are situated on a shared wall - he couldn't possibly miss the sound if i got myself worked up. the thought alone made me shudder with naughty excitement. perhaps this is payback for all the girls he would bring home in high school…

i stripped my clothes and tossed them aside carelessly. i slid onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. my pussy was slick and swollen, aching for touch. spreading my legs wide, i pressed the toy's tip against my slick entrance.

a soft moan escaped my lips as she slowly pushed the thick head inside, stretching herself open.

he was big. the weight and size of it in your hand cannot compare to the feelings of being stuffed right now.

i started imagine it was jay's hard cock plunging into me, claiming me, filling me so deep and perfect.

"ohh... jay..." she whimpered, not caring if he heard her.

i began to pump the toy in and out, increasing the pace as my pleasure built. my moans grew louder, more wanton, echoing off the bedroom walls. one hand pinched at ny nipple while the other worked the dildo vigorously, fucking myself just like she imagined jay would.

"mmm, yes! fuck me with that big cock," i cried out, wishing it was really him pounding into her needy cunt. i came with a shudder, juices gushing out to coat the silicone. still trembling with pleasure, i froze at a light knock at the door.

i’m not answering that… i just act like i’m asleep. eventually i do nod off~

one thing i know for sure…

i need the real thing.

i need him.

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the morning after my late-night heist, i tried to play it cool.

i acted like i hadn’t touched something i shouldn’t have. like i hadn’t been caught holding my stepbrother’s most intimate secret. like i hadn’t gone back to my room and…

well.

the kitchen was quiet when i walked in, oversized sweatshirt hanging just past my thighs, socks padding softly on the tile.

jay was already there—of course—leaning against the counter like he hadn’t just cracked open my sanity the night before.

his gaze flicked to me, unreadable.

“morning, thief,” he muttered.

i flushed instantly. “don’t start.”

he smirked. “didn’t say anything.”

“you didn’t have to.”

he turned back to his coffee. “you always this grumpy in the morning, or just when you get caught?”

i moved to the fridge, ignoring him. mostly. “you’re lucky i didn’t rat you out to mom.”

he scoffed. “you’d have to explain why you were in my room first.”

i froze with the fridge door still open, the cold air biting at my bare legs. when I turned, he was closer—mug in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“i was just—curious,” i mumbled.

jay’s brow arched. “is that what we’re calling it?”

he brushed past me to grab the milk, his shoulder nudging mine.

too warm. too close.

“accidents happen,” i added.

his mouth quirked. “sure they do.”

his hand lingered at the small of my back just a moment too long as he stepped away, and i nearly dropped the carton i was holding.

the silence stretched—thick, strange, charged.

jay finally cleared his throat and grabbed a spoon. “you wanna help me move the rest of my boxes later?”

“i thought you got them all.”

“apparently not.” his tone was casual. too casual. “there’s one in the garage. pretty sure it’s got some personal stuff in it.”

i stiffened. “is it going to traumatize me?”

“only if you’re into that.”

i rolled my eyes, but my pulse wouldn’t stop racing. “fine. i’ll help.”

we didn’t say much after that, but the silence between us felt anything but empty. his shoulder brushed mine again when we reached for the same cabinet. his fingers grazed mine when he passed me the spoon. every tiny contact lit something beneath my skin.

like he was daring me to remember.

and I did.

every look. every word. every goddamn second from the night before.

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by the time we made it out to the garage, i was wound tight.

the last box was buried under old holiday decor. he tugged it free and popped the lid.

i expected more… questionable content.

but it was mostly old clothes, some photo albums, a few stray records.

he handed me a jacket to fold and paused with a crooked smile when his hand brushed mine—again.

“you jump every time I touch you,” he said softly.

“i do not.”

“you do.”

he took a step closer, voice quieter. “it’s cute.”

i stared at him. “why are you doing this?”

his smile faded slightly. “doing what?”

“this… thing. the tension. the touches. the jokes that aren’t really jokes.”

he looked down for a second, like he hadn’t expected me to say it out loud.

when he looked up again, his expression was serious. “i don’t know. maybe i missed being around someone who sees through my bullshit.”

i blinked.

that wasn’t the answer i expected.

he took the jacket from my hands slowly, knuckles grazing mine again.

and for a second—we just stood there.

too close.

too quiet.

and yet… not touching.

not yet.

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the storm came in hard and fast—like it was trying to make up for a month of calm skies in one violent evening.

thunder cracked through the house like a whip. rain slammed against the windows, drowning out the sound of the tv. and then, just as jay walked back into the living room from the kitchen—darkness.

a full, heavy blackout.

“shit,” i muttered, curling tighter into the blanket i had wrapped around me. “did your dad pay the electric bill?”

jay was already at the window, peeking through the blinds. “it’s not just us. whole street’s out.”

“great.”

the dim blue light from his phone glowed faintly, painting sharp shadows across his jaw. he was wearing that loose, gray long-sleeve shirt that always hung low at the collar and clung a little too well to his chest and arms. i hated that i noticed.

“could be a while,” he said. “you want me to start lighting candles like we’re in a romance novel?”

“only if it ends in someone getting laid,” i muttered, half under my breath.

his head snapped toward me, one brow raised. “what was that?”

“nothing,” i said quickly. too quickly.

jay’s smirk stretched. “didn’t sound like nothing.”

i rolled my eyes and shifted on the couch. “whatever. just sit down before you get electrocuted or something.”

the power still hadn’t come back when the house dipped into a chill. the kind of cold that sneaks in through floorboards and makes every bit of skin feel too exposed.

jay reappeared with two candles and a single, thin blanket.

“i didn’t know we were preparing for the apocalypse,” he muttered. “this is the best i could do.”

he plopped onto the couch beside me, so close our thighs brushed. i shifted away instinctively, but he followed with a look that said don’t even try it.

“i’m not cuddling with you,” i warned.

he draped the blanket over both of us. “you say that now.”

“i’ll kick you.”

his voice dropped, lower now, teasing. “you’d have to straddle me to reach. that sounds dangerous.”

my heart jumped. “jay—”

“what? just being practical.”

we sat in silence for a beat. the rain hit harder. the room was cold.

and our bodies were… warm.

his thigh was solid against mine, like he hadn’t skipped a single gym day during his entire relationship. his shoulder bumped mine slightly as he leaned back, stretching an arm behind me on the couch. not quite around me—but it might as well have been.

“still cold?” he asked, voice just above a whisper.

i didn’t respond.

because the truth was, i wasn’t. not anymore. not with him this close. not with his scent thick in the air and his breath brushing my cheek every time he leaned a little too near.

he turned to look at me, one arm lazily slung along the back of the couch.

“you know,” he said, voice lower now, almost lazy, “you’re the only person who makes me feel anything lately.”

i turned to him slowly. “what do you mean?”

his eyes flicked down—to my lips, to my bare thighs under the blanket, back to my eyes. and it wasn’t playful now.

it was real.

“i mean… i haven’t even thought about her since i moved back,” he said. “not once. not even when i should’ve.”

i swallowed. my voice was barely a whisper. “and now?”

his jaw flexed. he leaned in closer.

“now i think about you when i shouldn’t.”

i sucked in a sharp breath, and before i could answer—before i could even think—the thunder cracked again.

i jumped.

he caught me.

a hand, firm and steady, on my waist.

and suddenly he was closer than he had ever been.

our noses nearly brushed. the blanket slipped lower. i could feel his body heat like a flame beneath my skin.

“you okay?” he murmured.

i nodded, barely.

his hand was still on my waist, grounding me. his fingers lingered. not leaving. not anymore.

and neither was the tension.

it filled the room like smoke—hot, breathless, dangerous.

i didn’t move.

neither did he.

i should’ve pulled away. should’ve said something sharp or sarcastic—something to cut through the heat.

but I didn’t. i just stared at him, heart racing like a warning bell I chose to ignore.

jay’s eyes searched mine, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. there was no teasing. no edge. just something tired and raw.

“you don’t know what it’s like,” he said quietly.

he exhaled hard, like he’d been holding it in. “losing someone… and then coming home to someone who makes you forget why you were even sad in the first place.”

my breath caught. “jay…”

his thumb brushed the bare skin at my side, just a graze. just enough to make my voice catch.

“i was with her for three years,” he said, voice low. “and I don’t think I ever really felt her. not like this. not like I feel you when you’re in the same room.”

my stomach twisted.

“you piss me off,” he added, a bitter chuckle escaping. “you leave lights on. you steal my hoodies. you roll your eyes like i’m the dumbest person alive.”

i looked down, sheepish.

“but then you say things like ‘are you okay?’ when you think I’m not listening. or you sit next to me on the couch like your body doesn’t fit unless it’s leaning into mine.”

his fingers flexed gently on my waist. my pulse roared in my ears.

“i didn’t come back here to feel something else,” he said, more to himself than to me. “but you—y/n, you make everything fucking louder. the silence hurts more when you’re not around. the house feels colder when your door’s closed.”

i swallowed, my throat tight. “then why do you push me away?”

he looked up, his eyes dark and honest. “because I shouldn’t want this. because you’re the one line I’m not supposed to cross.”

i blinked fast, my chest tight.

“then why are you still holding me?”

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at me, like the words burned before they ever reached his lips.

finally, his voice dropped to a whisper. “because you feel like home.”

my breath hitched.

something in the room shifted—something deeper than lust, more dangerous than want.

“you could’ve told me,” I said quietly.

“i was scared.”

I nodded, barely. “me too.”

he moved then—slowly, carefully. his forehead met mine, breath shared.

“i’m not a good guy,” he whispered.

“you’re better when you’re with me.”

his lips hovered over mine, but didn’t press.

not yet.

“i want this to mean something,” he said. “even if we’re fucked up. even if it’s wrong.”

i nodded, barely able to speak. “it already does.”

the silence between us had weight.

his hand was still on my waist—strong, steady, claiming in a way it shouldn’t be. i could feel every ridge of his fingers through the thin fabric of my shirt. feel his breath warm against my cheek. the storm outside had faded to a distant rhythm, but the storm inside me was just getting started.

i should’ve moved.

he should’ve moved.

but neither of us did.

instead, i whispered, “jay…”

his name sounded too soft coming from my mouth. too familiar. too yearning.

and he heard it.

because his eyes flicked up, meeting mine with something raw. something I didn’t recognize.

our eyes met again, voice rough. “i can describe what it’s been like. living with you again. hearing you in the shower. seeing you walk around in those little shorts. watching you pretend this whole thing doesn’t make your skin burn.”

my breath caught.

“jay—”

his thumb brushed against the hem of my shirt. just a graze. just enough to make my stomach flip.

“i’ve wanted you,” he whispered, “for years, y/n.”

my heart stopped.

he said it like it hurt. like it tasted like sin on his tongue. but he didn’t stop.

“back then, when i was with her? i’d come home and hear you laughing down the hall. and all i could think was… why the fuck isn’t it you in my bed?”

i sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide.

“i tried to stop,” he said. “tried to bury it. but then I moved back in, and you were right there—so fucking warm, so close, looking at me like you hate me, and i just…”

he shook his head, and his hand gripped my waist tighter.

he pulls back to scan his eyes over my moonlit expression. “i want you to tell me to stop,” he said lowly. “because if you don’t…”

my legs were already pressing together. my pulse was out of control.

“i won’t stop, y/n.”

i stared at him, heart racing.

his lips were inches away. hovering. waiting.

one more breath and they’d be on mine.

my voice barely worked. “what if i don’t want you to stop?”

his jaw flexed.

something behind his eyes snapped.

he surged forward—not kissing me, not yet—but his forehead pressed to mine, our noses brushing. his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, warm and possessive against my bare skin.

“i want to ruin you for everyone else,” he growled. “you know that, right?”

i gasped.

he slid his hand higher, just under my ribs, dragging heat in his wake.

“i want you to remember the way i touch you. i want you to think about me every time someone else tries to.”

i couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move.

“say it,” he whispered, lips brushing mine now. “say you want this too.”

“i do,” i breathed. “i want you.”

and that’s when his mouth crashed onto mine.

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his lips were on mine—hot, hungry, controlled in the way that meant he was anything but.

jay kissed like he was trying to shut himself up.

like he’d said too much already, and now his mouth needed to do something else—like taste, claim, ruin.

but when i whimpered into the kiss—just barely—he pulled back. breathing hard. his forehead still against mine, both of us trembling.

“not here,” he rasped.

my eyes flicked up. “what?”

he licked his lips. “not on the couch. not like this. i want…”

he stopped himself. eye dark, jaw tight.

“you want what?” i whispered.

“i want to remember it.”

my breath caught.

he stood first, tugging me up with him. and without saying anything else, he led me up the stairs and down the dark hall—his hand wrapped around mine, warm and sure. thunder cracked again, but it was distant now. nothing compared to what was building inside my chest.

jay’s door clicked shut behind us.

everything was still.

the room smelled like him—deep, woodsy cologne and clean sheets and something masculine I couldn’t name. getting flashbacks to the night that he caught me sneaking in. i was barely breathing when he turned to me again.

he didn’t rush.

his fingers found the hem of my shirt first, tugging it gently up and over my head. he dropped it to the floor like it was sacred. his hands came to rest on my waist again, but this time slower, deliberate—like he was learning something for the first time.

“you’re real,” he said softly, like he still couldn’t believe it.

i reached for his shirt next. my fingers shook. i didn’t want it to. i wanted to be calm. i wanted to be enough for this moment. but his skin under my palms made my head swim.

jay let me pull it off, and his body lit like sculpture in the candlelight—lean and strong, every line of muscle carved by tension and time and regret.

“you’re shaking,” he whispered.

“i’m nervous,” i admitted.

he cupped my cheek with one hand. “so am i.”

then—softly—he kissed me again.

not frantic this time.

not like before.

but like he had all night to learn me. like he’d been waiting to. his lips moved with mine slowly, deliberately, like he was tasting every second. like he wanted to remember every breath. and I kissed him back the same way.

when we tumbled onto the bed, he caught me—pressed me into the mattress like a secret, hands braced on either side of my head.

he hovered there, just breathing.

then, “tell me to stop.”

i didn’t. i pulled him in instead.

the flicker of the candle on his nightstand lit his eyes with something almost unholy as he pulled back. “say it again,” he whispered.

my throat tightened. “say what?”

“that you want me.”

he didn’t sound smug. not cocky or teasing. just needy. like the words mattered more than he wanted them to.

i swallowed, fingers twisting in his sheets.

“i want you,” i said. then louder, more certain: “i want you, jay.”

his breath stuttered out of him like I’d hit something deep.

“god, you have no idea,” he muttered, and then his mouth was on mine again—hotter this time. hungrier.

i gasped when he kissed down my jaw, biting lightly beneath my ear, then dragging his tongue across the sting. my hands clutched at his back, nails scoring into skin i‘d only ever seen in glances before. he was everywhere—heat and weight and the scent of rain still lingering in the air.

“you make me crazy,” he growled against my throat. “you walk around this house like you’re not mine to look at. like you’re not already under my skin.”

i whimpered when he ground his hips into mine, slow and punishing.

“i used to hate you,” i breathed, voice breaking. “hated that i thought about you when i shouldn’t.”

he froze for half a second—just long enough to make me think I said too much.

but then he was kissing me hard again, devouring the words right off my tongue.

“you think- I didn’t?” he panted between kisses. “you think I didn’t hate myself for it? you in those damn little sleep shorts… that laugh that gets under my ribs… you’d slam your door just to piss me off, and all i could think about was how much i wanted to slam you against it and hear you say my name.”

my whole body flushed, hips arching instinctively against him. the pressure between us made me bite back a moan.

“jay—”

he growled my name. “say it again. say my name when you sound like that. say my name the way you said it when you fucked yourself with my cock.”

he heard everything that night…

“jay-”

“fuck.”

he yanked my leg around his waist and finally, finally ground down—hot, hard, deliberate. i gasped, nails raking down his spine.

and then—softer, broken—he stilled.

“i’m not good at this,” he said, his voice quieter now. “i’ll fuck it up. i’ll say the wrong thing. i’ll want you when i shouldn’t.”

i cupped his jaw, guiding his eyes back to mine.

“i want you anyway.”

he blinked, something like hope cracking through the storm behind his eyes.

“then hold on,” he whispered, mouth brushing mine. “because i’m not going to be gentle.”

“good,” i whispered back. “i don’t want you to be.”

jay didn’t kiss me again right away.

he looked at me—like he was making sure I was still there, still his, still saying yes without a single word. my heart thrashed in my chest under his gaze. his fingers traced the line of my hip, then gripped it hard, stilling me under him.

and then? he snapped.

rough hands pushed my legs wider, dragging me flush against him like he needed it to breathe. he ground down hard, swallowing the sound that tore from my throat as his mouth finally crashed back onto mine. his kiss was brutal—teeth and tongue, not asking, just taking.

jay’s hand slid up my side, under my bra, knuckles grazing, controlling. when i arched into him, chasing more, he pinned my wrist above my head with one hand, his fingers wrapping around mine like a shackle.

“keep them there,” he growled into my neck.

my breath hitched. “what if i don’t?”

his eyes flicked up. wild. dark. amused.

“then i’ll make you.”

he rolled his hips again—once, slow and rough—and i felt how badly he wanted this. how much he’d held back.

“i think you like being told what to do,” he murmured. “is that what it is? hm?”

“jay—”

“you act like you hate me,” he panted, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “but your body says something else. you’ve been begging for this since the minute i came back.”

i couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move.

my hands twitched—reflexively wanting to grab him—but i remembered what he said. keep them there. that one command pulsed through my skin like a brand.

“you’re shaking,” he whispered. “good.”

he let go of my wrist, only to drag both his hands down—bruising over my ribs, my hips, squeezing every inch like he wanted to memorize it in pressure. he manhandled me like he needed to feel me struggle a little. like the fight made it mean more.

and i gave in.

let him flip me under him. let him press his weight down until my breath caught. let him drag his hand up the inside of my thigh, stopping just short of where i wanted him most.

“say it again,” he growled, lips brushing my neck.

“jay,” I whimpered.

he bit down, just enough to make me gasp.

“louder.”

“jay—please—”

he kissed me again, this time slower but no less desperate. fingers tangled in my hair. my thighs tightened around his hips. our bodies locked in a rhythm that wasn’t quite there yet, but promised everything.

and just before everything melted into heat and noise and blurred lines—

he whispered, “this changes everything.”

i whispered back, “i don’t care.”

that’s the words he was hoping to hear. he back away and repositioned himself. he was facing my core. he looked up at me with a glint of hunger behind his eyes.

“i heard everything that night,” he smirks as he snakes his hands around my hips to pull my closer to the edge of the bed. making me squeak.

“fuck, I love thinking about you getting off on a dildo molded from my cock. feeling the thick head spreading your lips wide open, stretching you out. imagining the way your cunt would flutter and clench around the shaft as you fuck yourself with it, trying to take it deeper.”

he slips my pants off and pulls my underwear to the side.

“god- i want to feel your breath on my neck, stomach, between my legs… it’s driving me wild.”

with that command, he plunges his tongue deep. instinctively i squeeze my thighs at the intruder.

“little sister tastes so sweet-“ he adds as he licks a stripe up to my clit. bringing me back to reality for a second, but in my surprise his words turned my on even more.

“it wasn’t enough, was it?” he questions.

“because no matter how big and realistic it is, it's still just a piece of plastic. it can't compare to the feeling of my thick cock splitting you open, feeling me twitch and throb inside you as i fill you up with my cum.”

“please-“ i whined lowly as he plunged into my center. i could feel him nipping at me, signaling jay’s interest had piqued.

"i can't stop thinking about you either," he admitted, voice low and rough with desire. "about sliding into your tight little cunt and making you scream for me."

he got up suddenly and started to remove his buckle with no haste. he was just as desperate, if not more, as i am.

i look pathetic as jay stares at me. i’m already fucked out with him barely touching me.

“did you imagine the way i would grab your hips and hold you down as i pound into you, making you take every last inch?”

i hide my face when all of his words are traveling right to my core.

“jay, please just fuck me. i can’t take it any longer.”

“that’s what i thought, you need to be fucked by the real thing, need to feel my hands on your body and hear my voice in your ear. know that it's me inside you, claiming this pussy as mine.” the words melt off his lips as he removes his boxers.

he’s…

huge

and it looks exactly like the toy you have hidden under your pillow.

"tell me you need your big brother's cock."

“jay- mmh- i need you- i need your cock.”

“that’s it baby. spread your legs for me. fuckkkk, you're so wet for me," jay groaned, pushing in just the tip and then pulling back out.

"stop teasing and just fuck me already!" i demanded, trying to pull him closer.

jay reaches over to his bedside table, and i make a split decision. i want to feel him deep, nothing in between us.

“stop,” i grab his arm. he looks at me shocked, “i want to feel every inch, nothing in between.”

jay also came on the spot, he had to take a breath to contain himself. he leaned down and planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“ok baby, promise to look me in the eyes,” he said with smirk.

jay grinned wolfishly and thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. we held eye contact what felt like forever. i was being split apart.

i threw my head back with a choked cry, feeling utterly stuffed full of him. "oh fuck jay! yes, yes, yes!"

he set a fast, punishing pace, slamming into me over and over again. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room as he took me hard in HIS bed.

"so tight," he grunted, angling his hips to hit my g-spot with every thrust. "gonna fill this pussy up."

my pussy clenched around him as i started to come apart. he pulled out, leaving just his tip inside of me.

"i'm going to breed you so fucking good. pound this tight pussy until my cum is leaking out of you." with that filthy promise, he surged forward, burying himself balls deep in one hard thrust.

i cried out at the delicious stretch, nails raking down jay's back as he set a brutal pace, fucking her into the mattress.

"fuck yes, take it!" jay snarled, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. "milk my cock, baby. i want to fill this cunt to the brim."

i was lost to the pleasure, meeting his thrusts mindlessly as ecstasy built within me. "don't stop, oh god, right there! I'm gonna- AH!"

jay snarled and bit down on her neck possessively, fucking her through her orgasm. he could feel himself getting close too. "that's it, cream on my cock. fuck, i'm gonna nut deep."

my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave and i clamped down around jay like a vice.

"Y/N!" he roared, slamming into me one last time before painting her insides with his hot seed.

“jay- baby, please more,” i say, not yet feeling complete. jay wonders if he just wondered into the bed of a sex beast. he chuckles, heaving slightly trying to catch his breath.

“is little sister always so eager to spread your legs for me, because nothing else can compare to the feeling of your stepbrother's cock stretching you out?” he questioned, feeling you squeeze him.

i nod my head letting little whimpers out.

jay then flipped me over onto my hands and knees, feeling disappointed at the loss of connection between the two of us. i felt his seed spill out of me as he smacked my ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.

"time for round two, baby girl. you’re going to ride me like the horny little slut you are."

he flipped us again, reversing their positions, until i was straddling his hips, his thick shaft nestled between my wet folds.

"let's see how well you can take control," he said with a challenging smirk, his hands settling on my hips.

i bit my lip, tentative at first as i positioned myself over his cock. slowly, i sank down, letting him stretch me open inch by glorious inch. "ohhh fuuuck..." i moaned, eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to his girth once again.

“look at me when i'm filling up your greedy little cunt," jay commanded, gripping her hips firmly. "i want to see the pleasure on your face as you bounce on my dick."

my eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze as i began to rise up and sink back down. i found a steady rhythm, boobs bouncing with each movement. "mmmm, you feel so good," i gasped, clenching around him.

"fuck yes, just like that," jay growled approvingly, guiding my movements with his hands. "ride me faster, show me what a desperate whore you are for my cock."

i whimpered, complying with his demands as i picked up the pace. the wet sounds of our fucking filled the room, mixing with our moans and cries. jay's hands moved to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he thrust up to meet my movements.

"you're being such a good little cumslut for me," he praised darkly. "i bet you can't wait to have my baby in this pussy, can you?"

"please, I need it!" i begged shamelessly, feeling myself start to unravel. "fill me up jay! fucking cum in my pussy. breed me like the naughty girl i am!"

"that's it, scream for me baby," he urged, snapping his hips up harder. "loud enough for the whole fucking street to hear what a needy little whore you are for your stepbrother's cock."

"OH MY GOD!" i threw my head back with a wail as my second orgasm crashed through her, cunt fluttering and milking jay's cock. he kept pistoning, fucking me through my high. he followed moments later, snarling his release as he pumped her full of his hot seed. feeling so full.

they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both gasping for breath. jay pulled me into a filthy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair. "my perfect little cumdump," he rumbled against her lips.

jay rolls off me, his naked body glistening with sweat as he sprawls out on the bed. his eyes gleam with a mischievous spark.

"fuck, that was hot. i can't believe we just did that, baby. bet you never thought your own flesh and blood could rock your world like that."

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the room was quiet now.

only the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the occasional crack of thunder still rumbling outside. my skin was still buzzing, my breath finally starting to slow, but my heart… not so much.

jay hadn’t moved in a while.

he was still half-draped over me, chest pressed to my back, his arm curled tight around my waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. his breath warmed the curve of my shoulder, slow and steady against the skin he’d once bruised with his mouth.

i turned my head slightly. “you still alive?”

he didn’t answer right away. just hummed low in his throat and nuzzled closer, his nose brushing the back of my neck.

“barely,” he muttered. “you killed me.”

a small laugh escaped me. quiet. nervous. soft.

then i felt it—his hand sliding up from my waist, skimming over my ribs until it found my hand and laced our fingers together.

gentle. like he’d never gripped me too tight. like he wasn’t the same person who’d just pinned me down and made me come undone.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice a low rasp in the dark.

that got me. the softness. the checking in.

i nodded. “yeah. you?”

he exhaled into my skin. “…no.”

i blinked, twisting slightly to look at him. “what?”

jay met my gaze, barely. his lashes were low, and for the first time all night, he looked… tired. raw.

“i’m not okay,” he said again, quieter this time. “because i know what i just did. and i know i can’t take it back.”

i searched his face. “do you want to take it back?”

silence.

his thumb brushed slow circles against the back of my hand. he stared at our fingers, still linked between us.

“no,” he admitted. “but i want to do it right.”

he shifted closer, pulling the blanket higher over both of us, tucking it around my shoulder like a habit. something in him had shifted. his movements, his breath, his touch—they were all different now. still firm, still possessive—but quieter. more deliberate.

“i don’t want you thinking this was just tension,” he murmured. “or a mistake. or something i’ll ignore in the morning.”

i stared at him, chest tightening. “and what if i already know that?”

he met my eyes then, really looked.

something flickered across his face—something like relief, tangled in guilt and hope.

“you still feel like home,” he whispered. “even now.”

and somehow, that wrecked me more than anything he’d done with his hands.

i shifted back into his chest and let him hold me. let myself believe—for the first time in a long time—that maybe this wasn’t just a mistake waiting to happen.

maybe this was what came after.

“i guess you can keep my replica… even though i already ruined you…” we both chuckled in unison.

bittenbyenhypen, 2025

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deadprince05 · 23 hours ago

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Excitement. Blue Lock

My headcanons of how characters will act if you arouse them

Characters: Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Ryusei Shido, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Rin Itoshi, Michael Kaiser

Sae Itoshi

You were supposed to go with Sae to an important event where many Italian stars were invited. Before you left, you and Itoshi had a little fight, the guy left without you, and you decided to take a little revenge on him. You spent a long time choosing your outfit and arrived a little later as a companion of the invited guest. When you entered the room, people's eyes were glued to you and everyone was whispering about your beautiful, but rather revealing outfit. A black fitted skirt with a cutout at the knee accentuated your figure and curves, an elegant shirt gave you charm, and high-heeled shoes visually elongated your legs. Sae was stunned by what he saw, because you had rarely worn such open clothes before. You walked confidently and smiled, knowing that everyone was looking at you. Because of the quarrel, you didn't talk to Itoshi, but you talked to guys who came up to you and complimented you. Sae was both angry at you and amazed at the same time, he couldn't stop looking at your bare legs. After a while, he suddenly took you by the hand and dragged you into a quiet corridor where no one was, pressed you against the wall and wanted to say something, but you stopped him with a kiss on the lips. The guy was a little surprised, but it turned him on more, he returned the kiss, hugging your waist and stroking your thigh. You stood there for a while until you heard footsteps approaching, so you pulled away from each other and went back into the hall. On the way, Sae said that he would continue what he had started at home.

Seishiro Nagi

You were sitting at Naga's house and playing games. He was very good at it, so he beat you in all the competitions, and you got bored of losing. You looked at the guy and decided to distract his attention by unbuttoning a couple of buttons on your shirt, as if you were hot, and sat down closer to him so that he could explain to you again how to play, even though you already knew everything. Nagi felt embarrassed, but he really liked the look of you, he started to show you how the console works again, but his head and thoughts were occupied with something else entirely. You pretended to understand everything and started the game all over again, Nagi tried to distract himself from you, but he couldn't, he played sloppily and lost, which you were happy about. Seeing the guy's reaction, you wanted to tease him even more, so you moved closer to his ear, starting to whisper something. Nagi couldn't help but hug you to stop it and not see your exposed body, he was very embarrassed but also excited at the same time, this situation is new to him.

Ryusei Shido

You decided to play cards with Shido on desire and at the same time drink some alcohol. It all started out fun and harmless, the guy sometimes tried to cheat, but you caught him at it and won. That was until you got too drunk to think straight and started losing all the time. At first, Shido wanted you to do something simple, like make him laugh or eat something tasteless, but this time he told you to surprise him. Without thinking twice, you came up close to the guy, looked into his eyes, sat on his lap and pressed your breasts against him. He blushed a lot, but still hugged you, and you licked his neck and started fidgeting while sitting on him, which made Shido as confused as possible. He couldn't help himself and laid you on the floor, looming over you, and then began to kiss your cheeks, lips, descending a trail of kisses to your neck and even lower while you stroked his head. You completed Shido's task perfectly.

Reo Mikage

You walked around the mall with Reo and chatted about different things. You wanted to find new clothes for the summer, as it was going to be very hot, and Mikage agreed to accompany you and help you choose. The guy bought you some dresses and skirts, but you still needed one thing-a swimsuit. Reo didn't know that you would try on such clothes, so he was waiting for you to come out of the locker room in another dress, but then he saw you in a bikini and opened his mouth in surprise. The bikini accentuated all the charms of your figure, so that Reo didn't know where to look, he blushed very much.

"Does it suit me?" You asked, looking at the embarrassed guy with an innocent look

"Very much," Mikage replied, hiding his groin behind the bags of clothes and looking away.

You smiled and went to change your clothes.

"Try on this outfit again at home," Reo said with a grin.

Yoichi Isagi

You've been dating Isagi for several months now, and you have a calm and moderate relationship, so you decided to live together for a while. You were lying on the bed and sorting through your makeup, but one of the items rolled away and fell. You reluctantly got up to find the fallen object, but there was nothing on the floor, so you decided that it had rolled somewhere. You got down on your knees and climbed under the bed, where you saw the lipstick lying around. You reached out your hand, trying to reach it, but it was short and couldn't reach it. You didn't want to call Isagi, so you continued to suffer until the guy accidentally came into the room and saw you in short homemade shorts in this position. You were twitching a little, trying to stretch your arm as far as possible, but you couldn't. Isagi tried not to look in your direction while talking to you, but his gaze always returned to one place - your buttocks. He blushed very much, told you to get up, took your lipstick out from under the bed himself, and then hugged you tightly and hugged him, saying that he expected a reward from you for your help.

Rin Itoshi

For no reason, Rin started spending more time outside the house and paying less attention to you. You didn't like it, but Rin kept doing it until you decided to take revenge on him. Today, Rin came in late again, as he had been training all day. The lights in the house were turned off everywhere, so he decided that you were asleep, took off his shoes, took off his outdoor clothes and went to the bed, where he saw you lying in your underwear, although you usually wear pajamas. The guy blushed and couldn't take his eyes off your body, and at that time you sat closer to him and began to scold him a little for being late. He nodded and apologized, but you didn't stop and got very close to Rin's face, gently touching his lips with your own, your light kiss turned into a deep and sensual one, rin began stroking your waist and back, and you held onto his shoulders. The guy pushed you onto the bed and continued to kiss your body, but you stopped him and asked

"Do you love me?"

"I love you," he said instantly

"Do you want to continue?"

"I really want to.." He replied sheepishly, but very confidently, to which you grinned and continued

"Then don't be late next time."

Rin was surprised and didn't seem to believe at first that you had decided to scold him in this way. He wanted to object, but he realized that he had acted badly, so he sighed, hugged you tightly and promised not to come late. After that, you continued what you started.

Michael Kaiser

It was evening, you decided to spend the night at Kaiser's, you took a shower, and he was waiting for you in bed. However, you were in a very playful mood and you didn't want to just fall asleep without incident, so the idea came to your head to make a little joke on the guy. You came out of the shower wrapped in just a towel, which was also slightly pulled up, and told the Kaiser that you had accidentally wet your clothes and now you had nothing to wear. He was very surprised by your outfit, tried to look into your eyes, but his gaze kept dropping down to your slightly exposed breasts. You noticed this, smiled, and approached the guy and asked him to let you put on his clothes. He blushed even more and looked away, but agreed to it.

Kaiser went into another room to find something for you, but on the way he turned into the bathroom where you were washing and noticed that your clothes were dry. He started wondering why you had deceived him, and his first thought was that you specifically wanted to go out in front of him half naked. He was even more surprised and came to you, your arousing appearance could not leave him indifferent, so the guy sat down on your bed, moving his face very close to yours, and said that he was already aware of everything. You immediately felt shy and wanted to explain that it was a joke, but he kissed you and you were unable to resist him. The guy started stroking your shoulders, deepening the kiss, and you snuggled up to him and hugged him tightly. Did you have a fun night

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sereia4skz · 3 days ago

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hey bestie!

remember felix' pack I'm staying with I told you about? well I've spent enough time to realize that two of them are together, minho and jisung, and omg they make such a freaky cute couple! but that's not the point. recently, they invited me to play with them, some time. they told me if I wanted it, to dress pretty and be over at their room 8.30 today, which is in two hours! they said they'll be waiting for me, almost like they knew I wouldn't be able to say no.

I've only caught glances of their room before, but enough to see a quite peculiar arrangement of blades on Minho's side, and I've heard jisung is really into temperature play. would they blindfold me? or would they make me watch? I'm not sure, I don't know what to expect it's making both really nervous yet even more curious to go!

besides that, Australia's been lovely. take care! 💓

1k Followers Event | late night invitations

pairing: cat!Minho x quokka!Jisung x reader

genre: smut

warnings: sub!reader, sub!jisung, double penetration, ass play, light voyeurism, reader whines but doesn't use the safeword

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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Sounds like you'll need a massage in the morning. Have fun tonight hehe~

Xoxo

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Your hand hovered just a second too long before you pushed the door open, and the warmth that met you was immediate. Dim lighting, thick air, and the sound of wet mouths and breathless sighs. They were already kissing when you stepped in.

Minho sat half-reclined on the edge of the bed, one hand tangled in Jisung’s hair, careful around his little ears, the other cupping his cheek with uncharacteristic gentleness. Jisung was practically in his lap, hips grinding slow and needy against Minho’s thigh, lips parted around a soft whine that only got louder when Minho bit down on his lower lip.

Neither of them turned when you walked in. Only when you cleared your throat, soft, unsure, did Minho glance up. His tongue was still wet with Jisung’s kiss. His eyes dragged over your body in a slow sweep, and his lips curled just a little.

“Well look at you,” he said, voice warm and dangerous. “She came dressed like a treat.”

Jisung turned too, blinking like he’d just remembered you were real. “She’s early,” he murmured, pupils already blown wide. “You said she’d chicken out.”

“I said she might,” Minho corrected, rising from the bed in one fluid motion. “I didn’t say she would.”

He reached for you without warning, his fingers cold against your flushed skin as they brushed your jaw. Your heart jumped. His gaze was slow and assessing, drinking you in like he was planning already, where to touch, where to bite, where to make you beg.

“Take it off,” he said simply. “Everything.”

Your breath caught. There was no question in his voice. No space for second-guessing. Just the weight of his presence, and the quiet hunger behind it.

You undressed slowly, letting the fabric fall inch by inch. Your hands shook. Minho watched all of it, not blinking, not saying a word, until the last scrap of lace dropped to the floor and your nipples peaked in the cool air. Jisung made a soft, broken noise behind him.

Minho turned, slow and smug. “Eyes already glued to her, huh?” he said, stepping aside so Jisung could see the full view. “You filthy little thing.”

Jisung was sitting on his heels now, legs spread, sweatpants tented indecently between his thighs. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “She’s so pretty.”

“She is,” Minho agreed. “And you’ll get to watch. But just that… For now.”

Jisung whimpered, hips twitching.

Minho turned back to you. “Come here.”

He guided you to the bed, easing you down between his thighs like you belonged there. His hands were steady, patient, slipping between your cheeks with the telltale slick of lube already warming his fingers.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Excited?”

You nodded.

“Scared?”

“A little,” you whispered.

He smiled, slow and dark, and pressed a single lubed finger to your hole. “Good.”

The stretch was cool, careful, maddening. One finger, then two, curling and scissoring until your thighs trembled. Minho worked you open with practiced ease, whispering little praises between quiet instructions.

“Relax, Jagiya. You’re doing so well. Just let me in.”

Behind him, Jisung was panting, legs squirming. Minho’s eyes flicked toward him. “You’re hard just from watching me finger her ass?”

Jisung whimpered. “You look so hot. She… she looks-”

Minho made a quiet, pleased sound, then reached back and tugged Jisung forward by the waistband. With one lazy stroke, he pulled his sweatpants down, letting his cock spring free, already flushed and leaking. “Didn’t even touch yourself yet, huh?”

“No,” Jisung breathed.

“Good.” Minho kissed him, slow and indulgent, while his fingers kept curling inside you. Then he pulled back and looked at you again.

“Get on his lap.”

You blinked, dazed. “What?”

Minho patted Jisung’s thigh. “You’re gonna ride him, sweetheart. Let him feel how warm you are while I fill you from behind.”

Your knees were weak when you climbed over Jisung. He moaned the second your cunt brushed the head of his cock.

“F-Fuck.”

“Not yet,” Minho warned. “Nice and slow.”

You reached between your legs and guided him in, inch by inch, your walls gripping him like a vice. The stretch made your breath stutter. Jisung’s hands gripped your waist, eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to buck up.

“So tight,” he choked. “So warm… fuck.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Minho moved behind you. He spread you open, fingers slick with more lube, cock heavy and pressing against your loosened rim.

“Breathe,” he said, nudging forward.

The pressure made you cry out, a low, desperate sound as your body strained to take both of them. Jisung inside your cunt, thick and twitching. Minho’s cock pressing into your ass, slow and deliberate until he bottomed out with a low groan.

“There you go,” he murmured. “Stuffed full already.”

You whimpered, body trembling, forehead pressed to Jisung’s. He kissed your cheek, your lips, your jaw, anything he could reach.

“She’s shaking,” he whispered.

“She’s greedy,” Minho replied. “She loves this.”

He started to move, slow and shallow thrusts that rocked you forward into Jisung’s lap. The friction was overwhelming. Every inch felt like too much. You gasped, clung to Jisung’s shoulders, whimpered his name against his lips, as your clit rubbed his navel.

“Sensitive?” Minho teased, dragging his cock out nearly all the way before sinking back in. “You gonna cry about it?”

You choked on a sob. “It’s too much! too full- I can’t-”

“Yes, you can,” he growled. “You will. Take every inch. I want to feel you squeeze me when you cum.”

Jisung’s nails dug into your hips. “She’s pulsing around me, fuck- I’m gonna- Min, please- can I? Oh God! I can feel you”

“You begging?” Minho asked, smug.

“Please, please- let me cum inside her-”

“Go on,” he said with a smirk. “Fill her up.”

Jisung moaned loud and high, his hips jerking up as he came. You felt the heat of it flood your cunt, thick and hot and endless.

The clench of your muscles made Minho groan behind you. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”

He didn’t stop. He held your hips still and fucked you deeper, slower, chasing his own release while you trembled on top of Jisung, overstimulated, soaked, falling apart.

“Min- Minho- please…”

He growled your name like it was a prayer and slammed deep one last time, holding there as he came, cock twitching inside your ass. His hips flexed as he fucked you both through it, teeth gritted, body tense.

The room went quiet. Just the sound of your ragged breathing, the soft stickiness of skin, the slow pulse of afterglow.

You collapsed into Jisung’s chest, boneless. He wrapped his arms around you, still panting, his kisses now lazy and soft.

Minho stayed behind you a moment longer, buried deep, hands splayed across your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. He leaned over to kiss Jisung, Then he leaned down, mouth against your ear.

“You did so well,” he whispered, voice rough. “My perfect little toys.”

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mysteryshoptls · 23 hours ago

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Idia Shroud Shared Lines

Tutorial: You're here... ...Can I go home now?

Level Up 1 / Buddy Level Up: I'm gainin' more EXP... Dwehehehe

Level Up 2: Leveling is crucial.

Level Up 3: Da-da-da daa dum da dah da-da! Level up～

Level Max: H-Hey, isn't my EXP gauge all maxed out already? I don't need to try any harder, right?

Vignette Level Up: There's folks out there who like running challenges using characters with ridiculous stats. ...I'm talking about you.

Spell Level Up: Ughhh, even if my magic gets stronger, it's not like it does me any good out there in the real world. Bleegh.

Friendship Level Up: Y-You’ve got some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, don’t you? Honestly, I’d feel more relaxed if you’d say that you did…

Friendship Level Max: When you first said you wanted me to come to your guest room, I thought you were being forced to on a dare or something, but… Guess I was wrong. Uh, well… I’ll come again. Yeah.

Uncapped: Is it that fun sticking to me like that? Stop it with that cheesy smile. Weirdo......

Groovification: Now we're getting somewhere. The whole cosmos awaits me! ......How cringe can I get? Yeah, no.

Lesson Select 1: I don't want class outside... I don't want class outside...

Lesson Select 2: I don't need to go to class to study... Why's it gotta be in person?

Lesson Select 3: I-It feels like people have been glancing over here for a while now. Hurry and pick something. Faster!

Lesson Start: Eep! There's too many people...

Lesson Finish: I drained about a week's worth of energy in one go.

Battle Start: I’ll finish this pronto in one turn.

Battle Won: You need to level up more～

Trouble 1: That was a dreadful experience… Hey, didn’t you take too long to jump in and stop that?

Trouble 2: This is why I hate guys who try to solve everything with force!

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” Obvi, just been hyperfixating on my online games, like always… Rather, why would you think I’d go out in cold weather like this in the first place? I recently overhauled the internet speed in the dorm, so it’s crazy fast now lol. Gonna actually pull an all-nighter, it’s been a while!

Birthday Login Message 1: What? I’m a bit busy right now collecting the birthday voice line of my favorite character in this game… The only ones who congratulate me irl are my family, anyway. …Eh? You came to throw a me birthday party? Y-you? Hie… I-if there’s going to be such a high-difficulty event, why can’t you announce the news ahead of time!? I was completely off my guard so I’m utterly unprepared, you know!?

Birthday Login Message 2: I’m busy right now. If there’s something you want to say, can you just get it over with? …Oho～, so you’re here to give me my “Birthday Greetings”? Well, since you’re already here, I might as well let you celebrate me. I can’t wait to see if you can really make me happy～! I’ll try and patiently wait without any expectations.

Birthday Login Message 3: Don’t know how I feel about you celebrating my lifespan shortening by another year… Eh, guess I’ll at least say thanks. Oh yeah, how 'bout you join our gaming tournament? The others in the dorm are setting one up. Ah, but don’t you even think of trying to go easy on me just 'cause I’m the birthday boy. Doesn’t matter what the game is, there’s no way I’d lose to an amateur. So if you’re going to play with us, come with all you got.

Birthday Login Message 4: Siiiigh… As expected, I didn’t win a greeting from Premo’s birthday present campaign. Looks like, as always, I’m just a poor soul that’ll only get birthday wishes from my family and my games… EEK!? WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!? Eh, you came to wish me a happy birthday? I-Is that so…? Well, thanks. Wheehee.

Birthday Login Message 5: Hi… Need something from me? …My birthday? Oh, well, now that you mention it! Th-Thanks… I completely forgot after Ortho wished me a happy birthday this morning… Did I get anything from anyone else? Wh-Wh-Why’re you asking a loner like me that!? I p-pretty much just avoid everyone else, so. The most I did today was play with Azul-shi during our Boardgame Club time… Obviously I utterly crushed him!! …Eh, you think he went easy on me 'cause it was my birthday? Uh-huh… If you really think that, how about a game, then? Don’t come crying to me later after you lose, though, fheehee.

Requested by Anonymous.

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darknight3904 · 2 days ago

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Every Breath You Take

Chapter Fourteen- The Red Arm Chair

Summary: Tucked away in Lincoln, Joel watches over you from the comfort of a red armchair. Together, you bond over late-night reading

Warnings for this part: Canon typical violence, themes, language, gore, and horror.

Word Count: 3.4k

Previous Part / Series Masterlist / The Last of Us Masterlist

Spoilers for the first few chapters of Game of Thrones by GRRM.

2019 Lincoln, Boston

Bill and Frank’s home was quite possibly your favorite place to be. Sure, the food was great, so was the conversation, but the real star of the show was upstairs; the shower was 95% of the reason you made the ten-mile hike out here. Hot water, real hot, not shitty QZ hot, plus a pretty porcelain tub that sparkled when the sun hit it. Much better than the dismal standup shower that was in your apartment back in the QZ.

You were careful with the hot water privileges, turning it off when you were shampooing and letting your conditioner soak, and of course, making sure the faucet handles were correctly shut off when you were done, lest you encounter the wrath of Bill.

The beds were a plus too, soft and always smelling like happiness. You towel dried your hair, sitting at the foot of your bed as you appreciated the softness of the rug beneath you. You’re beat, the long walk here was made even worse by the pouring rain that had forced you, Tess, and Joel to take cover for an hour while it passed over. The soft knock of a hand at your door has you turning.

Joel pushes the door open, his own hair damp, slicked back to his head.

“Hey.” He grunts

“Hey.” You greet

The two of you stare at each other, as if he’s forgotten why he’s here.

“You uh, just wanted to check if you were doin’ okay,” He says, “You have everything you need?”

“Yup, all good…just like always.” You say, reminding him you’d been here many times, enough that Frank made sure your favorite sheets were on the bed each time you showed up.

“Right.” Joel nods, staring at you like he doesn’t know what to do next, his hands resting on his hips.

“Do you have everything you need?” You ask stupidly, like you’d have the courage to ask Bill for anything Joel might want.

“Uh, yeah. M’ good.” Joel nods, like he’s trying to convince himself instead of you

Silence falls over the two of you as you stare at each other. He’s got more grey hairs than you realized, it makes sense he’s nearly 51, birthday just a few months away. You make a mental note to scrounge up some form of present for him.

“Did you need something?” You ask

“No…” Joel says, “What uh were you gonna do with your night?”

“Well, after I’m done drying my hair off, I was gonna read, Frank lent me this book.” You say, gesturing to the book that sits tangled between your turned-down sheets

Joel nods, fiddling with his fingers like he’s nervous about something, “Could I uh…do you mind if I sit in here? I won’t bother you or nothin’ got my own book actually.”

Joel holds up a well-worn copy of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

“Yeah, that's fine.” You say, “Is that armchair fine or did you wanna share the bed?”

Joel settles into the plush red armchair that sits next to the bed, “M’ fine here, you can have your bed to yourself.”

The two of you sit in silence for twenty minutes, each of you reading your own books. At one point, you look up from yours, taking a break from Dany and her strange brother Viserys, only to find Joel already looking at you.

“Are you even reading?” You ask breathily, not expecting his eyes to already be on you

“Can’t focus.” Joel sheepishly admits, “Got alot on m’ mind I guess.”

“Is it Tess?” You blurt out accidentally. Fuck you hadn’t meant to do that. Shit now he was probably gonna shut down, give you a glare and stalk off to do Joel things somewhere else.

Joel gives you a look before suddenly speaking, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“I thought things seemed off between the two of you the past few weeks.” You admit, “Kinda hard to ignore you sleeping on the couch now.”

Joel gives you a pity chuckle, “Yeah, we ain’t gettin’ along the way we used to.”

He just means they’re not fucking anymore. At least theres less of a chance of you coming home to the two of them fucking over the kitchen table again, after that incident you hadn’t been able to look either of them in the eye for a week. It’s been four months, and you still shudder thinking about it.

“You don’t gotta worry though, business s’ stayin’ the same. Can’t fuck up a good thing over stupid shit that don’t matter. We all need cards, so nothing's changing.

You nod slowly, trying to discern the look on his face. Joel was always a hard one to read. It wasn't always like this but since Sarah you never knew what he was thinking. Thinking quickly you decide to change the subject, catching him off guard.

“How’s Narnia?”

“Honestly, I haven’t read a single word.” Joel admits sheepishly, he nods to your book in your lap, “How’s uh, Game of Thrones.”

“Pretty good. These sibling dynamics are kinda odd though.” You admit

Joel nods, kicking his feet up on the side of your bed, sock clad feet standing out against the light blue blankets, “Read it to me.”

Normally you’d tell a person asking you to read to fuck off. They could pick the book up themselves and read it on their own. But, this wasn’t just anyone, this was Joel Miller. Stick up his ass, I hate the world, Joel Miller. God only knows when you’d get a chance like this again so you turn the page and start reading all about Daenerys Targaryen and the Dothraki.

The next time you open your eyes, your book is gone from your lap, pillows propped up under your head and blankets up to your chin. Snores that aren’t your own fill the room. For a moment it feels like Tommy has reappeared, turning on your side you half expect him to be in bed with you. Instead, Joel Miller is slumped in the armchair beside you, head lolled to the side, mouth open as he sleeps and snores away. His arms are tucked across his chest, making his biceps look bigger as your eyes scan his sleeping form. He looks peaceful like this, dark hair messy atop his head, curls falling over his forehead. Sporadic freckles line his face, something you’ve never seen before; they’re probably from the many hours he spent in the sun as a contractor. Tommy had them too. In a certain light he’s actually kinda handsome, if you’re into the total hardass grump vibe.

Joel scares the shit out of you when his eyes fly open and he jumps back.

“Shit.” You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes.

He glares at you, like you shouldn’t have even been looking at him in the first place.

Joel glances around like he can’t remember how he got to where he was. He surveys the room like you’re keeping him captive. Standing up briskly her mumbles something about the bathroom before disappearing into the suite. You heave a sigh, there goes whatever touching moment the two of you had last night.

You meet Frank downstairs, the scent of eggs and bacon wafting out of the kitchen while Bill’s music plays from the player they keep on the kitchen counter.

“You slept in.” He greets, pushing a steaming mug of coffee towards you

“Stayed up late reading that book.” You say, “Fell asleep partway through King Robert’s arrival at Winterfell though.”

“Oh, is that the only reason you were up late?” He smiles

“Uh, yeah.” You blink at him unsure of what he’s trying to say

The day is filled with boring yard work. Bill needs help with a section of the fence so he and Joel are off, digging holes and rolling out wire while you and Tess help Frank with the gardening and the chickens.

Frank can’t do as much anymore; whatever he was sick with was weakening his limbs. Instead, he did the easier stuff, verbally directing you and Tess when it was needed. You’re pretty sure the reason Bill is working on the fence is because he knows they’re vulnerable like this. Most of

the time it was just the two of them here, and with one of them slowly losing mobility, they were prime targets for raiders.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Joel and Bill argue about one of the fence posts, both of them pointing and tossing their arms up in the air, god, they were such old men. You kneel in the dirt, pulling carrots up and placing them in the wheelbarrow beside you.

“So, you talkin’ to Tommy still?” Frank asks

“Not much.” You say

“He upset you?” Frank asks

You roll your eyes, you know exactly what game he’s playing, asking about you and Tommy like he’s captain of your relationship or lack of with the younger Miller brother.

“No we just, we’re done y’know. I mean it’s nice to know he’s alive and all but I don’t need an update every time he radios, that’s Joel’s thing anyway.” You shrug

Frank lets out a huff, tossing his shovel down.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” Tess asks, concerned at the way the older man’s brow pinches together, a deep frown on his face, “Should I get Bill?”

“No, no. No pain. I just thought you two would get married. Could’ve had some ceremony here in Lincoln. Was hopin’ you’d pop a kid out I could chase around while my legs still work.” Frank sighs

Ah, there it was, honesty from your favorite Lincoln resident.

“Yeah well…shit happens. Fireflies ruined any chance of that.” You say, squirming at the thought of marrying Tommy.

It was an idea you used to entertain, especially after you realized how long the two of you had been together. Instead, you’d watched him pack his stuff and leave, off to try to save a broken world that couldn’t be fixed.

The rest of the day goes by in a haze. You work in the garden, help Frank into the patio so he can paint for a bit, then you and Tess feed the chickens and shovel an immense amount of shit. Seriously they were so small, how did they poop that much? Bill must have been slacking, letting it all build up for you to clean up.

Before you know it, you’re freshly showered again, legs tucked under the blankets as you read to Joel, who sits in the red armchair, a dark green t-shirt with grey sweats to match. Water drips from his hair to his shoulders, the shirt deepening in color as he looks at you.

“Hold the phone.” Joel stops you, “Ain’t they siblings?”

You skim the page, “Uh yeah, twins actually.”

“And they’re fucking…in an abandoned tower?” Joel’s eyebrows look like they’re about to shoot off his forehead

“Yeah…I guess so.” You say, eyes taking another glance at what you’re reading about Jamie and Cersei Lannister.

“Jesus.” Joel grunts

“Yeah, they could probably use some of that…” You joke

Joel doesn’t give you a reaction beyond shaking his head and crossing his arms across his chest, “Keep goin’.”

You continue, voice filling the quiet as Bran is confronted by Sir Jamie. Needless to say you and Joel are both shocked when Jamie tosses Bran from the tower.

“Well shit, I think that’s overkill.” You grumble, turning the page to find Tyrion’s name at the top of the page. Oh great, more Lannisters, hopefully this one’s better than the incesterous twins.

Joel puts his hand up, stopping you before you can even start. He stands up slowly, approaching the window with quiet steps before inching the curtains apart.

“Is something out there?” You whisper, shutting the book slowly

Joel is squinting into the night, his hand still raised as his back is towards you. Then, all at once he’s spinning around and getting in your face.

“Get your gun and knife. You stay here, stay hidden and quiet, lock the door after me, and turn the lights off.” Joel orders

“I can handle infected, Joel.” You whisper, standing up and grabbing your gun from the dresser, “Have a million times before

“It ain’t infected,” Joel says sternly, turning on his heel.

Joel disappears down the steps, quiet as a mouse as he goes off to grab his own gun and probably Bill who has access to the whole armory you know is beneath the house. He can deny it all he wants, you know he’s got enough guns for a small army down there.

You think about locking the door, listening to Joel and sitting in the closet til’ he comes back for you. But then, Frank crosses your mind. Defenseless Frank who takes muscle relaxers before bed so he can sleep at night. He’s the most vulnerable here right now, not you.

You tiptoe down the steps, gun ready and safety off. Joel, Bill and Tess are nowhere to be seen and the house is dark and quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Down the hall is Bill and Frank’s room, you don’t even get the chance to knock before it inches open, Frank peering at you through a space of two inches.

“You should be upstairs.” He whispers, pulling you into the room.

Frank sits in a wheelchair, his eyes droopy and tired as he meets your eyes.

“And who would protect your drug riddled ass?” You ask, motioning to his entire body.

“Fair point. Lock the door.”

You and Frank hover in the corner of the room, the moonlight being your only source of light as you try to urge Frank into the closet. He insists on staying out here with you, behind the bed, gun pointed at the door. You're pretty sure he doesn’t have the reaction time to shoot anything right now. At least you knew all the damn pills you helped Joel and Tess with worked.

The sound of creaking floorboards fill your ears, pushing Frank behind you, you keep your eye on the door, gun raised high. The knob jiggles for a second, a grunt from the other side, then a deep voice.

“Why don’t you c’mon out? Make it easy on me?”

You almost scoff but then you remember Joel’s line about shutting the fuck up. Perhaps he’ll think no one's in here, that this is just some locked-up room.

The door flies off its hinges faster than you can process. A huge man stalks into the room, his gun firing before yours does.

“Motherfucker!” You yell, falling to the ground as a bullet makes its home in your upper thigh, tears spring to your face as you grit your teeth, trying to shoot back to keep Frank safe.

“An old man and a pretty girl. Must be my lucky day.” The intruder comments

You can’t see much of him, dark clothes, a baseball hat on his head, bushy black beard, wild unhinged eyes. Whoever he is, he has awful plans for you and Frank. Your gun has disappeared under the bed, it’d flown out of your hands when you went to cradle your now injured leg. Blood oozes steadily onto the carpet as you grunt in pain.

The man walks over, easily knocking the gun from Frank’s hand, cursing the pills now wishing they’d been placebos and that Frank would get his ass out of that chair and save you both.

The sound of gunshots fill the air, followed by yelling.

“Three people out there to defend all this?” He scoffs, “You were all askin’ to be attacked.”

You’re hauled to your feet, a gasp leaving your lips as your leg burns, warm blood covering your shoes. You’re barely able to balance on your good leg, eyes darting around for a way out of this

“Is she your kid? You look old enough man.” The stranger addresses Frank

“Let her go, take me instead.” Frank offers desperately from his chair

The man scoffs, “I’m not gonna fuck an old man who can’t fucking walk. Sides’ I ain’t a fucking fag.”

The man’s rough hands turn you around, pulling his gun out from his holster. Grabbing your hands, he wraps them around the gun and then covers your hands with his bigger ones. He turns his head to you, bending down to whisper in your ear as his warm breath makes you squirm.

“First you’re going to kill him, then you’ll lay down on the bed and be really good to me.”

You shiver, scared out of your mind as you shake your head, “No.”

A mean laugh tumbles from his lips, his hand landing on your uninjured leg, roughly slapping the wound, laughing at your pained grasp, “Go ahead, fight it, don't think you’re gonna be goin’ anywhere, shot ya’ real good.”

He presses his lips to your neck as you twist in his grip wildly, trying to shove his body off you. Frank is yelling something, trying to get this to all stop.

The man, breaks away from you for a moment, “Shut the fuck up old man and I won’t kill her when I’m done.”

He cranes his neck to glare at Frank who falls silent, lips gaping as he’s torn between continuing to beg or hoping that the stranger keeps his word about keeping you alive. You stare up at him and then you see it, soft flesh that pokes out from his dark clothes. His fucking neck.

Your assaulter dips back down but before he can get close to your face again, you lunge up, meeting him in the middle, sinking your teeth into his neck. You bite down, hard. A loud yelp leaves the man above you as you gather all your strength, using your good leg and arms you shove him off, gritting your teeth as you do and forcefully turning your head to the side.

A loud thump sounds as blood covers your face. You’re blinded as you spit out the flesh you took from him. You stumble, landing on what feels like the bed as your hands scramble around your face and out in front of you.

“Frank?! Frank?!” You call, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, unsure if he’s entire unharmed

“Here, I’m here.” Frank’s voice soothes you as you try to wipe your eyes clean

A big hand cradles your face as you flinch, “It's me, it’s just me.” Frank whispers

Frank wipes your eyes clean with what you can only presume is the bedsheets, “We’re safe, don’t worry.”

When the metallic haze is gone from your eyes, you look down at the floor and at the still twitching body of your attacker. A hand is raised to his neck as he tries to keep his blood in from the gaping hole you’d created. He doesn’t even reach for his gun that sits on his belt, obviously too scared of dying as he wheezes, trying to get words out.

The sound of footsteps as you sliding off the bed, a whimper leaving your lips as your leg continues to bleed. You scoop your gun out from under the bed, fixing it on the door, this time you’ll shoot first.

But, instead of another raider, Joel enters, face sweaty and clothes bloody. Behind him is Bill and Tess, both of them equally dirty.

“Joel…”You murmur, lowering your gun as your hands fall to your leg, holding it as your face scrunches up

Joel glances at you and then the dead man. Probably putting two and two together as he looks at your face. You probably look terrifying right now. Bill flips the light switch, rushing to Frank’s side, a thousand questions on his lips.

“Joel. She’s-” Tess’s voice fills your ears as you slowly blink. It feels like someone's stuffed cotton in your ears as you look at your bloody leg. Oh right, that’s a problem isn’t it?

“Shit.” Joel’s deep voice fills your ears, he must be looking at your leg.

Joel eases you into the ground before ripping his belt off, “Bill, Bill we need medical supplies, now!”

The last thing you see is Joel staring over you, his voice telling you it’s all going to be okay. Then, his belt wraps around your leg, and blinding pain fills your senses, overloading them one by one.

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writeriguess · 2 days ago

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CAN WE HAVE A PART TWO OF KIRISHMAS SIDE FROM NOT STRONG ENOUGH PLEASE??? (Same person who requested it)

How he reacts, what he tells Mina, what he does when he sees the message maybe he tells bakugo and bakugo goes to check on her and finds her not taking care of herself or kirishma has an extra key to her apartment and he gets a call from her online school asking why she’s not attending classes and when she’s not awnsering anyone’s calls he goes to check on her and when she doesn’t awnser the door he goes in and finds her not taking care of herself and he breaks his own heart seeing her?? Maybe he’s heart broken as soon as he sees her text? Maybe bakugo swoops in to take care of her until she can feel better?

Not Strong Enough Part 2 (Part 1)

Kirishima’s phone buzzed in his hand. He barely had time to process what had just happened—Mina’s lips against his, the way he instinctively pulled back—before his screen lit up with your name.

His heart, already hammering from shock, lurched painfully in his chest as he read the message.

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.’

His breath caught in his throat. No. No, no, no.

“What’s wrong?” Mina asked, her tone light but confused.

Kirishima barely heard her. His fingers trembled as he tapped on your contact, pressing the call button. Straight to voicemail.

He tried again. Nothing.

“Eijiro?” Mina tried again, stepping closer, but he turned to her, expression unreadable—except for the sheer panic in his eyes.

“What the hell, Mina?” His voice was rough, strained. “Why did you—why would you do that?”

She blinked, taken aback. “I— I thought—”

“You thought what? That I’d be okay with that? That I’d just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, grip tightening around his phone. “I have to go.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His legs were already moving, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to call you again. Still nothing.

Bakugo.

If there was anyone who’d know what to do, it was him.

Kirishima didn’t hesitate before dialing. It rang once. Twice.

“The hell do you want?” Bakugo’s usual sharp tone cut through the receiver.

“It’s her.” Kirishima barely recognized his own voice, thick with dread. “She sent me a message, and now she’s not answering.”

Bakugo was silent for a moment—just a second too long. Then: “What’d you do?”

Kirishima swallowed, his throat tight. “It’s bad, man. I need to find her.”

A low curse crackled through the speaker. “She’s not picking up for me either.” A pause. “I’m going over.”

Kirishima didn’t wait to hear more. He was already moving, already running toward your apartment, the streets blurring past him.

By the time he got there, Bakugo was already pounding on your door.

“Oi! Open up!” No answer.

Kirishima’s heart sank. He fumbled for his key—the one you’d given him months ago, back when everything was okay, back when he still deserved to have it.

When the door swung open, the sight inside broke him.

The curtains were drawn, leaving the apartment in dim light. The air was heavy, stale, and the only sound was the faint hum of something on the TV—some show playing to no one.

And then he saw you.

Curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket that barely covered the way your body had thinned from neglect. Dull eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, fingers gripping your phone as if you had debated turning it back on but hadn’t been able to.

His stomach twisted painfully. This wasn’t you.

Bakugo was already moving, kneeling in front of you, his scowl deeper than ever—but there was no anger, only concern. “The hell are you doing to yourself, idiot?” His voice was quieter than usual, as if anything louder might break you further.

You blinked at him, sluggish, as if it took effort just to process he was even there.

Kirishima stepped forward, hesitating. He had done this.

“…Baby?” His voice cracked, and you flinched.

Bakugo shot him a glare. “Don’t call her that.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t deserve to say it.

He took a slow breath. “I— I need to explain.”

You just stared at him, and his heart clenched at the emptiness in your gaze.

Bakugo exhaled through his nose, standing. “I’ll get her some water. You. Don’t. Make it worse.” He stalked off, leaving Kirishima alone with you.

Silence stretched between you, thick with things left unsaid.

Kirishima swallowed hard. “I didn’t— I didn’t kiss her. I swear.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I messed up. I should’ve told you things weren’t okay sooner. Should’ve called, should’ve done something.” His voice cracked. “But I never wanted to hurt you.”

You looked down, fingers tightening around the blanket. “You stopped loving me.”

Kirishima’s breath hitched. “That’s not true.” He sank to his knees in front of you. “I never stopped. I just— I was stupid. I thought giving you space was better than making you feel like I was half there. But I see now that it just… made you feel alone.”

Your lip trembled, and for the first time since he’d walked in, emotion flickered in your eyes. “I was alone.”

Kirishima’s head dropped, guilt swallowing him whole.

He reached out, hesitant, but didn’t touch you. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t respond.

Bakugo returned, shoving a glass of water into your hands. “Drink.”

You obeyed numbly, taking a small sip.

Bakugo turned to Kirishima. “You done?”

Kirishima hesitated. “I don’t want to leave her like this.”

Bakugo’s expression was unreadable. “Then don’t.”

And Kirishima didn’t. He stayed.

Even if you weren’t ready to forgive him. Even if he had broken your heart.

He stayed—because he still loved you, and he wasn’t going to let you go through this alone.

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midnightquips · 3 days ago

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What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth.

She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff, smut, mild praise kink, foreplay, 18+

Author's note: I know I'm the WORST.

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Chapter 4

Part I – Don’t Pretend It Didn’t Happen

The morning creeps in, a faint glow spreads across the sky. You wake slowly, awareness returning in waves. Your head is heavy, your mouth dry, and the smell of lavender detergent clings to the sheets twisted around your legs. You blink up at the ceiling, trying to place the unfamiliar pattern of the fan above you. Then last night crashes over you.

The kiss.

The way Jake touched you.

The way you let him.

The way you wanted him.

You sit up too fast, groaning at the sharp pulse in your skull. Your temples throb with every heartbeat, and your mouth feels like cotton. There's a sour taste on your tongue and a dull ache in your lower back. It’s the kind that comes from sleeping too hard, or maybe from being touched in ways you hadn't been in a long time. You’re not too sure and it’s too early to dwell on it.

You look to your left. The bed is empty but the sheets are still a little warm.

Shit.

You run a hand through your hair, your face. Fingertips tracing your lips. There are ghost traces of his mouth on your neck, his hands on your hips. Your chest tightens with the memories—how he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world.

And now he’s gone.

You check the time and realize there’s some quiet before the madness. You shower quickly, refusing to look in the mirror. The water is too hot, too sharp, but you tolerate it anyway. Although you initially hope it does, it really doesn’t scald away the feeling of his mouth or the low ache that pulses at your core. You wrap yourself in your robe and creep toward the kitchen, hoping you’ll have some chance to be alone.

You aren’t.

“Morning, darling.”

Jake’s at the stove, barefoot, in sweats and a faded shirt with the sleeves pushed up. The scent of fresh coffee and eggs mingles with the citrusy tang of whatever soap he used this morning. Sunlight filters in through the blinds, catching on the edge of his jaw and the sweep of his lashes as he moves like he’s done this for years.

There are two mugs out. One of them is yours and it’s already made perfectly.

You freeze in place at the domesticity. Your stomach twists painfully.

He turns, smiles hopeful, but it falters as soon as he sees the blank expression on your face. “Everything okay?”

You nod too quickly to be believable. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He hands you the coffee mug, making your fingers brush lightly. You take a sip from the coffee, letting the warmth spread throughout your body. However, it does little to lessen the tension you feel. He notices.

“You sleep okay?” he asks, softly.

You clear your throat. “I passed out pretty hard.”

You turn to the fridge, and pretend to dig through for something you don’t need. Anything to keep from looking at him.

Jake leans against the counter, watching you too closely. “I was thinking maybe we could talk. About last night.”

You look at him inquisitively as if truly oblivious to what he wanted to discuss. “What’s there to talk about?”

He goes still, eyebrow raising as irritation starts to bubble inside him. “Are you serious?”

You don’t answer, focusing back on blowing on your coffee. You exhale deeply, finding the timing of this conversation bothersome. You truly did not want to hash this out at 6AM with a minor hangover on your sister’s wedding day. To be honest, you didn’t even want to hash it out at all because like you said, what is there to talk about?

Finally, you say. “It was intense–” you look at him directly “but that doesn’t mean anything.”

Of course it meant a lot to you. But you know it doesn’t mean to Jake what it did to you. He’s simply getting too caught up in the pretense, thinking this could be real. He didn’t want you like that, because if he really did why just now? It’s just the setting and the role he’s playing, while for you, it’s your life.

Jake’s mug hits the counter with a sharp thud. “It didn’t mean anything?”

You turn to him sharply, arms crossed. “Honestly, I just think it’s better if we forget it happened.”

He stares at you like you’ve slapped him. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it,” he growls. “Don’t lie to me like I’m some guy you barely know.”

“I’m not lying,” you whisper.

“Yes, you are,” he snaps. “You’re scared. And fine—I get it. But don’t stand there and pretend I imagined everything that happened between us.”

You flinch.

“You’re reading too much into it,” you say, trying to sound cold. Distant.

Jake steps forward, voice dropping. “You think I’d touch you like that—kiss you like that—if it didn’t mean something?”

You can’t hold his gaze.

“I’m not playing pretend anymore,” he says, fire low in his chest. “I’ve spent years holding myself back.”

You close your eyes, trying to control the emotions while you whisper, “Please, just drop it. We have a wedding to get ready for.”

Jake’s jaw ticks. You don’t even realize you’re shaking.

“Fine,” he says at last, cold and clipped. “Go pretend everything’s normal.”

You walk away.

He doesn’t stop you.

But when you’re gone, Jake stands in the kitchen, gripping the counter until his knuckles turn white. He still smells you on his shirt. That subtle trace of lavender and skin that hit him like a punch every time he breathed in. He clenches his jaw and grips the counter like it might keep him from tearing through the house to pull you back. His chest feels too tight, like he’s caught between begging and breaking.

And even if you’re running—he’s not letting you go.

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aliwritex · 2 days ago

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WINDOWSILL fc43

summary; cannes 2025

wc: 2.3

warnings: semi public sex. anal play, fingering, unprotected sex. note: pls pretend that his tie wasn’t a clip on, my dream is to tie my man’s tie.

“Feeling okay?”

“A little nervous,” he admitted.

You were still in the hotel, getting ready. You were standing in front of him, reaching up to do his tie, his hands were on your hips as he looked over your shoulder, into the mirror.

“You’ve been all day. Just relax, it's just a couple pictures.” you told him, adjusting the bow, tugging on each corner.

“I just don’t understand how you’re not nervous — or how you’re so good at this. I watched a bunch of videos, it was literally impossible” he said about the tie once you finished it “Isn’t this your first time walking a red carpet?” he asked, looking down at you.

“We’re just gonna walk up and trust me, there’ll be people way more important than you for people to take pictures of”

“Aren’t you just the confidence boost that I need?” he joked, turning you around so you would face the mirror too, his hands still resting on your hips. “We look good, huh?”

“Of course we do.”

The carpet was a mess, much more people than you had anticipated, you were both lost but Franco was showing in his face how much so. You could tell he wasn’t having a good time, but thankfully it was quick. Once you were inside, he was breathing again — and so were you.

“That was terrifying” he whispered to your ear.

You wished you could’ve properly watched the movie but between french audio and english subtitles none of you really got anything. So as soon as everything was over — the movie, the ovations, the speeches — you were gone. Franco convinced you to leave without even saying goodbye to anyone — you basically just vanished

And that’s why you were both so giggly by the time you got in the car. The drive back shouldn’t take too long, but with the festival, traffic was a mess.

“Too bad we’re gonna be here for at least half an hour, I was already undressing you in my mind” you teased, whispering to his ear.

He shook his head with a sigh as you tugged on one end of his tie, making it come undone. The look of him in the tux with the loose tie around his neck was just what you wanted.

“Too tight, right?” you teased, popping some of his buttons open.

“What about you? Is this not too tight?” he teased back, fingers playing with your zipper.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” you warned, giving him a quick kiss to the lips.

The drive was torture, full of stolen kisses and dangerous touches. But as soon as he closed the door to your hotel room you were on each other. His hands rested on your waist, wrapped tightly by your dress, as he pushed your back into the door. His lips met yours hungrily, matching your energy. Your hands dove into his hair, already messy since you had been touching him in the car.

His hips pressed against yours making you gasp when his cock pressed against your thigh, your knees almost giving up. His hands traveled up your back, reaching for your zipper.

“Please, just get it off” he whispered, pulling it down.

Franco watched as the dress slipped down your body and the flowy skirt pooled at your feet. And there it was, your body for him — the tits that had been driving him insane all night finally free and the waist he had been holding on the carpet finally bare.

There was a smirk on his face before he pressed his body to yours again. He guided your leg up to fold by his waist so he could reach for your heels, taking them off without pulling away from the kiss, one at a time. You pushed the jacket off his shoulders, letting him get rid of it desperately, making you chuckle.

Once he was free from the jacket his hands ran down your bare thighs to guide you to wrap your legs around his hips, so he could lift you up. You were still smiling into the kiss when you realized he hadn’t taken you to the bed.

“Where are you going?” you whispered against his face, holding onto his neck as he walked through the room.

“Changing the scenario” he chuckled.

Franco sat you down on the window rail, making sure you were still holding onto him. “Fran! There’s people outside”

“We’re too high up for anyone to see, relax”

“If I relax I’ll fall” you chuckled, pulling him into a kiss.

One of his hands left your back, coming to your front and laying flat against your stomach, going down till his fingertips were brushing your panties. There was a wet patch already, soaking the thin fabric from all his intense kisses and touches. You were covered in goosebumps as his hand slipped past the lace trim, slowly making its way to your slit.

“You’re shaking” he noted, whispering to your neck.

“It’s kinda chilly” you chuckled, shyly.

“Want me to close the window?”

“Is it weird that I don’t?”

You felt his warm breath on your skin as he chuckled, shaking his head to your question. Then his fingers pulled you out of the sweet moment, reaching for your wetness. He swiped them between your lips, feeling just how wet you were for him. They reached lower, pressing against your hole just as his lips got to your chest.

You let out a soft moan, the prettiest sound Franco had ever heard as his fingers pushed into your cunt. They filled you up perfectly, both at once, taking all the space inside you and making you feel full. Your head fell back at that, making Franco hold on just a little tighter to your back.

“Cuidado,” he warned in a whisper, against your chest, “hold on to me.”

You nodded, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as a hand reached up for his hair. His fingers started curling inside you, pushing all the right buttons as his palm pressed against your clit. Then his lips were on your tits, gentle kisses as he folded in the most inconvenient position just to pleasure you, making sure to hold on.

The thrill of not only being basically exposed to the city, but also the situation being borderline dangerous made it all the more exciting.

You were still shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold, the fear of falling or his fingers and palm working your cunt. All you knew is that his fingers felt way too good and you were about to come around them. Your hands gripped him harder, nails poking his back and his scalp, he could tell you were close. He traveled up your body, lips meeting your neck again as he held you close.

“Come for me, mi amor. Soltate”

That was it, a sweet coax from him — in the foreign language — that threw you over the edge. He made sure to hold you tight, giving your body all the support it needed to convulse around his fingers. Your head fell back, mouth opening with a moan, open and shameless, not caring about the windows next to yours. Franco smiled against your skin, loving how easy it was to make you fall apart. He held you through your high, making sure you were strong enough to hold yourself up.

“You okay?”

“Way better than that” you whispered against his lips, holding in to his neck and pulling him closer. You slipped off the window, planting your feet in front of him as you kissed. Your hands reached for his belt, or cummerband, whatever it was, but you couldn’t take it off. “How the hell do you even get this off?” you grunted, frustrated. Franco just chuckled, reaching behind his back to unfasten it, letting it fall to the floor. “thank you” you whispered, pecking his lips before taking your hands to his chest. Your fingers unfastened his shirt buttons with skill, pulling it from his pants in a rush till you finally managed to push it off his shoulders.

“You forgot the cuffs” he told you when the shirt got stuck around his wrists.

“I hate this, never put this much clothing on ever again” you said impatiently, already working on his pants.

“Thought you said you liked the tux”

“Not anymore”

By the time he was done with the cufflinks, you were pushing his pants down his legs. He was ridiculously hard in his boxers, his cock poking your thigh firmly when he kissed you.

“‘M getting desperate over here, so if you could hurry” you teased, letting your hands sneak into his boxers.

“So fucking impatient” he grunted, turning you around to face the window, instead of letting you take him in your hands. “Look at you, fuck”

His hands caressed your ass while you bent over the rail, holding yourself up. Franco loved your ass, said it was his favorite view, and with Cannes on the background, should be a fucking postcard. He lifted his hand and gave it a sharp smack, making you jolt forward, tits pressed against the rail. He only smirked at your reaction and let his finger trail under the sides of your thong till it met the back and tugged it to the side. gged it to the side.

“Not gonna waste any time” he warned.

“Don’t want you to. C’mon, Franco, please”

Your voice came out in whines as he pulled himself out of his underwear, already aligning with you. You felt it brush between your wet lips, his head poking your hole a couple times, teasing before he finally pushed in. Your eyes basically rolled back into your skull, your breath coming out shaky as you felt him first brush up against your walls. Franco let out a low groan, choked out on his throat, it sent shivers up your spine. He waited for a second, running his palm up and down your spine, giving you time to adjust, but as soon as you pressed your ass to him he lost it.

His hands met your hips, holding you in place as his started moving. His pace was merciless from the start, fast and as deep as he could. Your moans were ridiculous, high pitched whines as you bit your lip to keep them in. His eyes were focused on your ass, couldn’t look away, specially with the way your asshole twitched while he fucked you. Franco took his thumb to your mouth, pushing it past your lips for you to suck, but all you could manage was to moan around it.

“Come on, mi amor, get it wet for me” he whispered, folding his body over yours to watch your face. You let your eyes fall shut, concentrating to suck his thumb the best you could, covering it in your saliva. “Good job,” he praised, “can I?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about, and you just nodded, shivering in anticipation. His hips slowed for a second, almost coming to a stop as his hand lowered on your ass. His thumb brushed your asshole, gently rubbing circles around it. He waited for your reaction, a soft moan, almost a sigh, his greenlight.

He spred your cheeks apart, spitting directly on your hole, his thumb rubbed it, finally pressing it in as his hips moved again, filling you up completely. You had never felt so vulnerable in your life, bent over an open window, being torn open by him. The thrill of it all made you moan, both your cunt and ass clenching around him.

“Fuck, mi amor” Franco groaned, his grip tightening on your hip as your body sucked him in “you’re squeezing me so good. Can I go harder?”

You just nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and tightening your hold on the rails. His hips started snapping against yours again immediately, his thumb still inside you. All of it was making you dizzy — the cold rail pressed against your chest, the tight grip on your hip, the back of his thighs hitting yours and the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

“Fran” you moaned, whining as his finger started moving inside you. You were about to lose it, and Franco knew it. He could read your body, the way your knees weakened, your walls clenched and your moans sounded completely gone, not trying to sound pretty for him anymore, but that’s what he really liked.

He leaned in over your back, lips brushing your ear, “let go, mi amor”

That did you, his voice to your ear, his breath, threw you over the edge. Your body melted as you orgasmed, legs giving out and arms shaking as you tried to keep yourself up on the window. Franco slows down behind you, working through your orgasm with less intensity as he groaned.

“Fran, baby- too much” you whined till he finally stopped moving, slowly pulling out.

Franco didn’t know what he was expecting but definitely wasn’t you going on your knees as soon as he pulled out. But there you were, on your knees, looking up at him with your mouth wide open as you waited. You were completely fucked out, mascara running down your cheeks, lips bitten red and all the sweating had destroed your hair, but that’s what got him.

He tipped over the edge as he pumped his cock in his fist. “Jesus,” he groaned, “look at you.”

His hand reached for your chin, making you look at him. You were completely fucked out, a mess of ruined make up, messy hair and now his cum to complete the look.

Franco reached for his phone in his pants, opening the camera, then gripping your face roughly in his hand. You made sure to pose for him, eyes looking up right into the camera and mouth opened, showing him the drops of cum that had landed in your mouth.

“Fucking perfect.”

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 2 days ago

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may i request a fluff boxten x twisted gn reader where the twisted reader seems to calm down and become more and more passive around boxten whenever he plays the music in his head? it can be platonic or romantic i dont mind which

ty and take your time!! :)

-anon

Boxten With A Twisted Reader Who Gets Calm When They Hear His Music!

This is so cute!! Boxten definitely deserves more love, happy to see another request with him! Here you go, dear anon, thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-The poor guy was already a mess when the whole ichor operation started. Things always felt wrong for him when he started to get nightmares and now Gardenview has shut down? Toons are going missing here and there? It's safe to say that he wasn't exactly doing the best at all during that time. He did feel better when you were by his side, though, even if he overthinks about everything happening around you two. He definitely worries over you too, yes, he gets awful nightmares and his sleep schedule is very.. unique, let's say, he mostly worries for you, though. Hold his hand and reassure him well, he really appreciates that as he shows you a smile.

-Boxten was someone who looked up to you and felt comfort in your presence. You were the one that helped ground him when he started getting awful nightmares, the one who stayed up at night together with him to keep him company and help him walk to get some water. Even simple things like your voice or even your gentle touch as you rubbed his back and held his hand? You really helped him so much. You were also such a cool toon to him, he couldn't help but lean his head on you, just enjoying your presence and cuddling silently. He still remembers the breathing exercises you taught him to use in difficult times when you weren't around.

-And that's what he has been doing for a good while now. He really did feel nervous and scared exploring around on the floor without you. Boxten really wished he sticked close to your side as you said that you were going to do this last machine, he thought it was safe.. little did he know you wouldn't return. He couldn't believe he was this stupid sometimes. That's what he is trying not to focus on, though. He wanted to find out what happened to you, even if the idea of potentially seeing you in a bad shape scared him a lot. That's when Boxten kept breathing deep and slowly as he explored around every corner like a madman, trying to find you.

-And then he spotted.. you. He couldn't help but freeze for a second and take some shaky steps back. You looked.. different than before. It didn't take long for him to realize that you had become a twisted and it hurt him deep in his chest. He didn't have the time to blame himself for what happened to you as he watched how differently you moved now. You were more.. stiff, tense, slow, definitely in pain. Boxten genuinely couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to clumsily hide and just observe you from afar with worry in his eyes and this quiet shock. Your breathing was shaky and you seemed to have started coming towards his way now.

-Boxten covered his mouth as he took very quiet and short breaths now. He almost didn't notice you going for the attack when you spotted HIM now. He flinched away just in time before booking it. Still in adrenaline, Boxten started to run away as fast as he could, not looking back at you, not one bit. When you started to chase him though is when he really got scared, his legs felt weak and shaky. When he tripped somewhere and fell down, he let out a shaky small yelp. He turned around on his back as he tried to crawl away while also looking at your exact movements. He didn't realize that the little opening on the top of his head opened and played some soft music.

-He closed his eyes as he embraced for it but.. it never came. He didn't even care if music was playing from his head, he knew he was a goner the moment he saw you like that. It felt.. painful to continue. When he didn't feel anything was when it gets him very confused.. is he dreaming? There's no way, right? He could only hear the soft music playing and he got the courage to slowly open his eyes as he looked up at you. They became wide again when he realized that.. you held your hand up, like you were ready to attack him yet you didn't, you just kept it there, looking down at him with those eyes of yours.

-You only observed him as you tilted your head, slowly putting your hand away, making poor Boxten very confused and still quite scared. He crawled a bit more away before he put his muscles to work to lift himself up, seeing as you weren't attacking him. But indeed, you do seem less aggressive towards him afterwards. Your eyes, even if they were red and you looked like a mess with all that ichor, it looked kinda.. soft? Towards the whole music thing? You stood still as you eyed your very nervous boyfriend. He hoped that maybe.. you recognized him. Even if you had become a twisted now.

-Hell, you even started to follow him around quietly, your red eyes glued to the top of his head. He wanted to close it because it made noise but thankfully it seemed that nothing else was coming for him, at least for now. Not to mention, it seemed to be the main key in you calming down and not attacking him. He felt that if he closed it now, you would seriously injure him, so he really needed to be careful and play it safe here. He was tense as he looked for machines, anything to get himself out of this floor. It wasn't like he wanted to.. but when you looked at him without even speaking and just following him around, it had started to really get to him.

-Boxten has even tried communicating with you like before but.. you just can't reply, can you? He actually speaks a lot to you but it was also for himself to not lose it completely. He felt like he needed to fill the silence with words or to just.. speak to you once more, even if you couldn't reply back at him, only raising an eyebrow as you stared into his eyes. It's during those times where he just speaks about his life back at the lobby, his life now that you are not by his side anymore and just how much he misses you. Even if you can't understand him fully, you do feel warm and conflicted when he gives you a sad smile.

-Even if he can't have you back again, he visits and sits with you super often. He was determined to find a quiet spot that is also away from alerting other potential twisteds on the floor. He actually makes a kinda cozy spot there too, a spot you can rest and relax next to him. He had taken things from both his and your room to try and help comfort you, even if just a little. Oh, he never shuts off the music completely, at least not until he is 10000% sure you won't get aggressive towards him. Boxten tries to do his best for you and stay by your side. He really missed this and he just hopes he brings you as much comfort as he can.

Thank you for reading! <3

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barnesandwilsons · 3 days ago

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Operation: Go Hammy

a/n: since i got sm love on the first part (i hope you guys enjoyed) genuinely hated how it started but i think it gets better as it progresses.. NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL (i'll do it later i guess)

this is a CONTINUATION from part 1 👇

part 1: Maybe, Just Maybe

pairing: bucky x reader

wc: around 5k

warnings: cutie bob, bucky being sweet, reader being awkward for a TEENSY bit, ava being mentioned, walker wanting pizza rolls, alpine

summary: after spending a while with the thunderbolts new avengers, you begin to realize your feelings for someone.

The kitchen is dimly lit, and through the windows, the dreary New York sky bleeds in — all gray clouds and soft drizzle, like the city itself can feel how you feel.

Bucky’s looking at the pantry, his back turned, searching for anything that looks easy to make. As you walk fully into the kitchen, you can see the infamous peanut butter sandwich. Bucky feels your presence as he turns to you, “How bout I make you some pasta?”

You tear your eyes away from the sandwich, looking up at his blue eyes. They’re kind. He’s being patient with you – no one ever has.

You nod. “Pasta sounds great.” A small smile pulls from him as he grabs a box of little pasta shells, moving back to the stove as he starts to boil the water. A few minutes later, he gets impatient and pours the pasta in the boiling water.

“I’m not really the best cook,” He stated, looking over his shoulder. “But, pasta," He says, shaking the box of little shells, "is something very easy and essential in life."

You lean against the counter watching him work, and smirk faintly at his words. “Yeah back in Romania, I swear I ate pasta around 50 times in a month.”

He pauses at your words. His head tilts slightly, not fully looking at you but enough to demonstrate his shock.

“Romania?” He repeats, now fully turning to you.

You nod, suddenly feeling in the spotlight for some reason. “Yeah. It’s where I went after…everything. It was quiet and had cheap food. Practically heaven.”

He hums in understandment.

“I was in Romania for a while too,” He says, almost like he’s reminiscing about a time of peace in his life, “After Hydra.”

You glance down at your hands, “Small world.”

“Yeah.”

The pasta bubbles behind him, immediately breaking his focus on you. He turns back to stir it, breaking the moment softly. Then you hear a new voice, “I smell food!”

Bob pops up to the kitchen. Oh sweet Bob. You’ve probably seen him around like twice ever since you got here. Apparently he tried to destroy the world, but you don’t believe it.

Bucky immediately sighs, “Go away, Bob.”

Bob just smiles. “I finally come out of my room and this is what greets me. Rude.”

You let out a small laugh before you can stop yourself.

Bob points at you triumphantly, like he just won a rare award. “Ah-ha! I made her laugh. I am so staying.”

“Bob,” Bucky warns slightly, he uses his metal arm to grab some hot water and flings it at Bob. Bob yelps, and side steps so he can avoid it.

“Okay, so, I think that's my cue to leave,” Bob jokes, already backing out of the kitchen, “Truly nice officially meeting you, Mystery Girl.”

“Bob!” Bucky warns, now focused on stirring the pasta because it’s almost done.

“Bye, Bob.” You smile and wave as he leaves.

“Sorry about him.” Bucky apologizes, feeling the need to.

“He’s great, dont worry about it.”

Bucky glances back at you, “Yeah don't tell him that.”

You grin, honestly now you understand why Yelena likes it here. She works with hot idiots. Bucky drains out the pasta, and starts to look for the pasta sauce. You set eyes on it as you walk by, grabbing the jar and opening it with a soft pop before handing it to him without a word.

He pauses just a second too long as he takes it from you, like he isn’t used to people giving him things without asking. “Thanks,” he says, his eyes briefly locking with yours.

“Don’t mention it.”

Silence falls against the both of you. He quickly adds the sauce and mixes it in the pasta. And before the silence gets the chance to linger, Yelena bursts in, sniffing the air.

“Do I smell Mac & Cheese?”

“No, Lena,” You clarify as you turn quickly, you forgot this girl's obsession with the kids meal, “Pasta.”

“Pasta?” She repeats, almost offended, “Now c'mon, that's just depressed mac & cheese without the cheese.”

Bucky almost groans. He’s clearly trying to get to know you, while the rest of the team is almost hell-bent on making that impossible. “It’s pasta. With Marinara Sauce.”

“Well add cheese,” Yelena adds and turns back to you, giving you a once-over, “Where the hell did you get those clothes?”

You would get flustered, but now is definitely not the time for that. “Bucky loaned them to me. Since all my shit is in the washer.”

Yelena gives you a weird look. Yeah right.

Finally, Bucky is done with stirring the damn pasta. Trying to keep some common decency, he turns to her. “Would you want a plate?”

Almost forgetting he was there, Yelena turns away from you and walks to the pasta and almost frowns. “Yeah, gimme one sec.” She then opens the top cabinet, grabs Sriracha sauce and squirts it on the pasta.

“Sooo much better,” she smirks, clearly feeling proud of herself and looks at Bucky, “Go on and try it, you’ll thank me later.” She quickly plates the food, waving you over and gives you the plate.

You smile at the plate, give Bucky a quick glance and say a quick thanks.

You all eat at the island counter, plates in front of you, a small conversation between a few bites. Well, Yelena is basically the only one speaking, talking with pride as she ranks the different types of fights she’s been in. You laugh more than you expect to, easily forgetting the mission beforehand.

But eventually, her phone starts to buzz. One look at it and she softly groans.

“Ugh, this girl,” Yelena complains, stuffing the last of her pasta in her mouth, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back. “Alright guys, I’m out to help Kate Bishop.”

Bucky and You share a confused look. Who?

Not caring to clarify, she grabs her plate, puts it in the sink, and pats both of your heads as a goodbye.

You stare at the plate in the sink, and the other two on the counter. You start gathering them and heading to the sink to wash them.

Bucky stares at you and gets up following you to the sink, “I got it.”

“You cooked,” You stated, with a wave of your hand, “Least I can do.”

He scoffs as he gently wraps his hand around your wrist– a way to get you to stop, not even a firm grip, a soft, gentle one just like his soul.

“I said I got it,” He says softly, “Just sit down somewhere.”

Don't gotta tell me twice.

You sit on the counter next to the sink. “So what’s your story?

He starts to wash the dishes, not even being fazed by the question. “Surprised you don’t know.”

“Oh I do, Just wanna hear it from a firsthand account.” You shrug. If you’re gonna be living here, you might as well get to know your coworkers.

“To start, I’m around 100 years old,” He pauses for your reaction.

You tilt your head, “Honestly, you peg me for a much older guy.”

“Yeah, well, I started to use sunscreen.” He deadpans, washing off the soap from Yelena’s plate.

“Must be some type of sunscreen.”

“Mhm.”

He starts again, “I got drafted, I fell off a train and lost an arm.” He stops and slightly raises his metal arm to the best of his ability since he was holding a dish. “Hydra found me and well, I’m guessing you know the rest.”

You nod, “That’s tragic. Sorry for bringing it up.”

“Nah, You get used to it.”

You feel bad. After everything this man has been through, he’s still kicking? It almost makes you feel embarrassed that you feel this way about yourself.

Reminder; try to be more positive.

You hop down from the counter, brushing off his hoodie. “Thanks for dinner, Bucky.”

He nods. “Anytime.”

You start to walk off, but you pause once you near the exit, “Any chance I can still wear your clothes for the time-being?”

“Yeah, just keep ‘em if you want. They look better on you anyway.” He says, while he’s still focused on the dishes.

You’re just lucky your knees don’t give out right then and there.

It’s been 2 weeks since Bucky made you dinner.

A lot has happened in those 14 days.

Bucky lent you another set of clothes, until eventually, you realized Yelena has to take you shopping, or you’ll end up stealing the rest of this poor man’s closet. He also lent you his old, worn-in copy of The Hobbit after you mentioned wanting to pick up new hobbies.

It has a few annotations with his thoughts scribbled in the margins, a couple of question marks and a few rare sightings of his dry comments – but you don’t mind. You think it’s cute actually.

You also have seen Bob more ever since that one day – He’s pretty cool. A bit awkward. But cool.

He always offers to help when it comes to laundry, dishes or even basic cooking. You can tell he’s still struggling to figure out where he fits in. Maybe once you find yourself, you can help him.

Alexei was pretty loud, but you can tell it was from a place of love – or admiration. Or whatever else he has going on in that big head of his. When he’s not bragging about his days about being Russia’s very own ‘Captain ‘Merica’, he’s either helping Bob doing random shit, or finding new ways to annoy Yelena.

And Ava? You’ve talked to her a few times now. She’s cool too — but her powers? Yeah, straight-up terrifying. You’re glad she’s on your side.

So yeah, a lot has happened in the past 2 weeks.

Since you decided to take a tour of the Tower, you decided that the gym is your favorite place. So now, here you were listening to music as you work out. As you finish up, you decide to check your phone and see a couple of mixed texts from the “New Avengerz” GC.

Lena: 911

Ava: ?

Walker: what?

Lena: cat in the kitchen???

You frown, looking at your phone confused.

Who let a cat in the Tower?

And when can you meet it?

You’re about to tuck your phone back into your pocket, as you’re getting ready to return back to your room and hit the shower.

Yelena texts again, “nvm false alarm, it’s bucees cat.”

You freeze. Bucky? A cat person?

You don’t mean to judge a person by their cover, but you never expected James Buchanan Barnes to like cats.

A few hours later, your wish came true.

As you entered the kitchen, after Bob was done washing the dishes, you spotted a cute white fluffy cat.

Oh My God.

“She’s beautiful,” You mutter, only to yourself. No wonder Bucky has her, a beautiful cat for a beautiful soul.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky was looking for the cat.

Again.

For the 3rd time today. He needs to read a book on how to get a cat to behave properly. Thankfully, he made it to the kitchen entryway, as he saw you approach the cat.

You kneel slowly, trying not to scare it. Her beady eyes stare you down, tail flicking lazily behind her, like she’s sizing you up. Judging. Calculating. You pray that she doesn’t bite you.

“Hi, cutey.”

Bucky was just watching you, unafraid to ruin the moment, but he did anyway as he cleared his throat, “She’s harmless. Just has a flair for the dramatics.”

You glance up at him, lips almost pulling to a smile. “Wonder where she gets it from,” You extend a hand to her, as she sniffs it slightly. She nudges her head on your hand.

Yeah, you might just have to take this ball of joy away from Bucky.

You shift, sitting cross-legged as she climbs into your lap. Gently, you stroke her soft fur, completely in love. Bucky steps closer, settling beside you on the floor.

Who would've thought? Bucky Barnes, ex-assassin, with his heart almost melting at the sight of you with his cat?

Steve Rogers is practically rolling in his grave right now.

“She’s not like this with most people.” Bucky mentions, out of the blue, “Her name’s Alpine, by the way.”

You scrunch your nose at that adorable name. “She's perfect. I love her.”

“She's got good taste.” Bucky jokes, even softer now. Maybe, Bucky might have to thank his therapist for telling him to get a pet.

Alpine purrs. Your heart absolutely flips. Maybe you’re thinking about getting all the cats in the world. With how big this tower is, that seems like a great idea anyways.

You stay like that for a while, all three of you guys, unbothered.

Until your phone starts ringing.

You glance at Bucky sheepishly and gently hand Alpine back to him. “Bye, Alpine. Lovely meeting you,” you murmur, getting up to take the call as you walk away.

2 months have passed since you first got to the Avengers tower.

You slowly feel yourself being a part of this team. It took a while, but once you realized that this group was basically a bunch of damaged individuals, it got easier.

Ironically though, the one person you did hit it off with at first–Bucky, has become a little... awkward. Not in a bad way. Bucky didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just that you started to realize that he was really hot. Like distractingly hot.

But you’ll deal with that later.

For now, you and Ava had finally made it back from your tiring, 2 week mission, and all your mind is set up on is sleeping on your own bed. Nothing else even matters. Not even bothering to charge your phone, you make it into your room, shower, and then jump on that bed.

You were asleep in minutes.

The next morning; you woke up to your alarm, almost groaning at the fact you had to get up soon. Today was the day.

Not like the day—as in your wedding, but still, it was the day AKA your turn to go grocery shopping for the team. The Thunderbolts have recently started a chore wheel, like who's gonna take out the trash this week? Or who’s gonna attempt to do laundry next week? Interesting shit.

It might sound dramatic, but you hated doing mundane tasks. Like grocery shopping? Why can’t someone else do it?

Funny thing is, it was your turn to go grocery shopping a few weeks back, but you ultimately got out of it. You sighed, chanting to yourself to get up. Bite the bullet. One step at a time.

Perhaps even treat yourself to the shawarma spot before? Yeah. Definitely sounds better when you add that part.

You turned off your alarm, muttering, ‘five more minutes’.

You woke up 2 hours later.

How? Very, very good question.

Turns out, you didn’t actually turn off your alarm. You just yanked the Alexa plug straight out of the wall.

Problem solved. Good riddance. You check your phone– dead. Oh.

You forgot you didn’t put it on the charger.

You almost cry. You decide now it’s best to charge it.

You finally decide to drag yourself out of bed, the frame giving a tiny creak in protest. Barefoot, you shuffle towards the connected bathroom, wincing slightly as you turn the overhead light flickers on.

As soon as you do, you can see your reflection through the mirror. You practically groan at the sight. You close your eyes and rub them harshly, as if you can scrub the exhaustion away.

You take another shower.

Fast forward: you’re dressed, in desperate need of food, and internally bargaining for someone to go do your ‘task’ for you. You grab your phone, still on the charger, and text the GC, asking for them to send their lists. With that part handled, You leave your phone in your room as you make your way into the kitchen.

As you walk in the kitchen, in desperate search for coffee, you spot Bucky, right in front of the coffee machine, taking the last batch.

You just stare in utmost shock.

Granted, he felt a shift in the air and turned to you, almost glaring at the cup in his hands, “You good?”

You frown. The audacity.

“Just fine,” you mutter, a little too tightly, brushing past him as you search the cupboards for a mug. You grab the most aggressive one you can find: ‘Thanos was right.’

Fitting.

You decide to settle for tea. Bucky doesn’t say anything for the most part, he’s just silently drinking his coffee, as you drink your tea.

Then Yelena walks in.

“Good,” she says without anything else, pointing between the two of you. “Both of you. Perfect.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow, “Perfect for..what?”

“Grocery shopping!” She smiles sweetly, “Y/N is on the list today, but I decided to switch it up for today. So, team bonding. Off you go!”

Bucky blinks. Fuck this chore wheel. Can’t they just hire people to do these tasks?

“I didn’t sign up for this.” Bucky says, attempting to put his foot down.

“You live here.” Yelena deadpans, “Congrats! You have responsibilities!"

She grabs a drink from the fridge and is almost out the door before calling over her shoulder, “Don’t forget my Sriracha!”

–

AT THE STORE

You’re in the cereal aisle.

You don't even remember how you got here. One minute, you were reluctantly putting on real pants, and the next, you were pushing a cart with a grumpy Bucky Barnes walking beside you like he’s being forced into a hostage situation.

Because, technically, he is.

Since half of the team didn’t even send their lists, you were forced to choose the cereal for the next two weeks.

You stare at the shelves, trying to make an unbiased decision on whether the team is more of a Cinnamon Toast Crunch kind of crowd or if they give off Lucky Charms vibes. Bucky leans on the cart handle, impatient. “You’ve been staring at cereal for five minutes.”

“Well, my bad, if I can’t figure out if the team is–”

Before you can finish, he silently grabs a box of Corn Flakes, drops it into the cart, and starts walking away.

You blink. Corn flakes wasn't even an option.

As Bucky is leaving with the cart, you sigh, grab a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch anyway, and jog to catch up.

“Glad to help speed up the process,” He says nonchalantly, scanning the area as if the sugary cereals can kill him. “Where next?”

“Okay first of all.. you didn’t speed anything up. You just made a really bad decision,” You say, tossing your cereal box into the cart with a dramatic flair. “Second, we need to get the team’s protein powder.”

“Sounds disgusting.”

“Trust me..it is.” You shudder, “But, you definitely don’t need to worry, since you dont really need it.”

The next thirty minutes are spent roaming the store with Bucky, the two of you tossing essentials into the cart—some intentional, some impulse grabs. You argue over what counts as an “easier” snack and you almost forgot you were part of a superhero team.

Until it happens.

A girl—maybe college-aged, maybe younger, gasps loudly near the end of the frozen foods aisle.

“Oh my God. Are you guys the New Avengers?”

You freeze mid-reach for the frozen pizza. Bucky goes still, like someone just aimed a sniper rifle at his back. Slowly, you both turn.

The girl’s practically bouncing. “Wait—can I get a picture? Oh my God, my sister’s gonna flip. You guys are so much hotter in person!”

Bucky sighs through his nose like it physically pained him. You offer a small, tight smile.

“Yes of course!” You say, the media training they made you do kicking in. You motion to her to stand between you and Bucky.

To your surprise, Bucky even starts to smile—like, a real one. It’s almost charming. Look at that. He remembers how to interact with the public. Progress.

The fan takes the photo, and squeals again once she looks at it. “You guys are like my favorite team. Ever! Totally have to post this on my Insta! So– wait, do you guys, like.. live together?”

You blink. “I mean.. Technically.”

“In the same tower?” she presses, eyes flicking between you and Bucky, who starts to wish he stayed in the car.

“Yep.” He answers for you.

Her eyes narrow. “Are you two… like, together together?”

Bucky almost chokes. You, on the other hand, let out the world’s most awkward laugh.

“Uh, no! But we are definitely done here! Danger is calling,” You say quickly, grabbing the cart handles and making a sharp U-turn, “Say hello to your sister for me! Have an awesome day!”

Bucky practically chases after you.

The fan is left shocked but satisfied, as she clicks on Instagram and starts a Live. “Guys you’ll never guess who I just saw shopping together–”

—-

Back at the Tower, you're in the kitchen with Bucky, the both of you unpacking the groceries in silence—well, companionable silence, anyway. The fluorescent lights hum, cabinets open and close, and every now and then you bump into each other at the fridge.

Walker strolls in and decides to help you guys put the groceries away. After a while, you guys were done and Walker opens the freezer.

“Uh, where’s my pizza rolls?” He asks.

You pause, look at Bucky. He looks at you. Neither of you say anything.

Walker turns around slowly. “Guys.”

“Bucky forgot it.” you say, flatly.

Walker turns to Bucky. “You forgot my pizza rolls, Buck?”

Bucky doesn't even blink. “You didn’t send your list.”

“I said it out loud!”

You snort. “We’re human. We forget shit.”

Walker glares at Bucky. “I told you when we were at the gym!”

“I had headphones in.”

“We were in the sauna!” Walker sighs, tired of this shit “I risk my life for this team, and this is what I get.”

You quietly toss him a frozen burrito. “Here. Be grateful.”

Walker catches it and glares. “This better be beef.”

“It’s beef,” You nod, already walking out of the kitchen.

...You think it's beef. You’re like 60% sure you read it on the box. Okay, maybe like 40% sure.

You and Bucky both pause just outside the doorway, subtly listening.

2 minutes pass.

Walker grunts in satisfaction. “Okay. It’s beef.”

You exhale in relief and keep walking, Bucky falling into step beside you.

Once you’re both out of the kitchen, a brief silence settles in as you walk side by side. It’s not uncomfortable—just... different. Like something’s sitting in the air that neither of you have named yet.

You have a weird feeling in your chest. Being around Bucky Barnes brings out a weird side of you. You don’t wanna name. Not yet. Because if it is what you think it is—

Yeah.

You’re screwed.

You clear your throat, eyes looking ahead again. “Well... thanks for coming with me today. I know you didn’t really want to.”

Bucky’s quiet for a beat. Then, soft enough that you almost didn’t reach your ears, “Wouldn't have gone if it wasn't you.”

Your heart thuds.

“Oh,” You manage to squeak out.

Another beat of silence.

“Try not to forget anything, next time.” You say, like a coward.

Oh My God.

“I’ll do my best.” He replies, with a shrug that says he’s absolutely lying.

“I'm gonna find Yelena.” You give him the weakest excuse.

You walk off before you can say something even stupider, tossing a casual “See ya!” over your shoulder.

You don’t see the way Bucky watches you leave.

But maybe it’s better that way.

–

You find Yelena in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed with a bag of chips balanced on her lap and some ridiculous crime documentary playing in the background.

She doesn’t look up when you knock—just gestures lazily. “It’s open.”

You step inside, shutting and locking the door behind you. “Hey!”

“How was grocery shopping?” She smiles, knowing exactly what she did.

You narrow your eyes at her. “It was alright.” You sit next to her, silently watching the show with her. As she turns to you, she tilts her head, “You know it’s obvious, right?”

You return her pointed look. “What is?”

“Your feelings for Barnes.” Yelena says, as if she didn't just drop a metaphorical bomb on you.

“Oh my God.” You groan, dramatically flopping onto her bed. “I don’t—I do not like that man.”

Yelena arches a brow, unimpressed.

“I mean, as a person, sure, yes, I respect him. But I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Mhmmm,” Yelena pretends to listen to you.

A sudden realization hits you like a bucket of cold water. “Wait… You planned the grocery store!”

“Look at that,” She says, smirking. “You used your smart brain.”

You stare, betrayed. “Yelena.”

“Team bonding,” she says with exaggerated air quotes. “I just pulled that out of my ass. You’re welcome.”

You stare at her. “I dont–”

She points at you, a mysterious look in her eyes. “You don't have to lie,” Yelena says, her tone extremely casual, “It’s normal. Girl likes Boy. Boy likes Girl. End of story.”

You shake your head, because it’s never that easy.

“No. Not end of story. There is no story,” You say, almost pleading, “I can’t like Bucky, he’s literally perfect!”

Yelena looks at you like you’re crazy. “Him?”

“He was literally in Congress. He’s friends with Captain America…” you mutter, like the words are proof of something. “And. I had options after I left the Red Room, and I still chose the wrong path. I didn’t know better, but I still chose wrong. That makes me a terrible person.”

Yelena pouts.

"Okay,” Yelena says softly, voice steady, “Well then you are fooling yourself. Because you’re not a terrible person and you still like Bucky.”

“Stop saying that— Lena, please.” You whisper, glancing around instinctively. You’re in her room, door closed, but still. You’ve never trusted thin walls.

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. I know my place. But Alexei—”

“Lena!” You hiss.

“What! Don't blame me, it's obvious.” She says, not even pretending to feel bad, “I can try to get him not to speak about it. At least not in front of Bucky.”

You feel the tension ease out your shoulders. “Thank you.”

–

The transition from fall to winter always makes Bucky feel…heavier.

To be fair, Bucky tries fighting this feeling. He’s spent almost his whole life feeling bad about himself, but lately, he's been getting better, courtesy of Dr.Raynor.

He loves his cat, Alpine, the little menace who isn’t afraid to stand her ground.

He loves the small bookstore that opened a few blocks away from the Tower, which rekindled Bucky’s reading phase, a quiet escape he missed dearly. Because ever since he joined this rag-tag team of heroes, he hasn’t fully had time to be by himself.

He’s even started to listen to some of the music you recommended, a nice attempt to drag him out of his olden days into the new century.

In general, Bucky has started to make peace with things.

It truly is the little things that matter.

Of course, he can’t help but notice the way you light up when he tells you he likes a new song, or how your face softens when he asks for more recommendations. Bucky knows it’s silly, but he likes these moments, even if he can’t bring himself to say it outright.

Ever since your departure from the Red Room, you threw yourself into countless hobbies, desperately trying to reclaim the pieces of your stolen childhood. Singing, writing, reading, painting, gaming—each one a quiet act of defiance, a way to remind yourself that you were more than what they made you. But the one thing that always pulled you back from the edge, the one thing that never wavered, was music.

Sometimes, late at night when Bucky couldn’t sleep, the nightmares being too much to bear, he'd listen to the songs you gave him. He’d picture you in your room, headphones on and swaying to the music gently. And it gave him hope, that maybe he could do it too, maybe he could find something that made the world more bearable to go on with.

On one of those nights, he found himself sitting alone in the dimly lit living room, Alpine curled up on the couch beside him. He didn’t even bother turning on the lamp. His thoughts were heavy, but the soft hum of music in his earbuds offered a silent comfort.

That’s when he heard your footsteps in the hallway, light but sure. You paused at the entrance, your hair tousled from sleep, wearing one of his old shirts that always made him smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly, stepping into the living room, surprised to see him.

“Yeah,” He mutters softly, as he raises the book he was reading in his hands.

At the sight of the book, you remembered how he loaned you The Hobbit, “Speaking of books, I’ve read your annotations.”

Bucky seemed to forget how to respond for a second, “You actually read those?”

“Well, it was kinda hard to ignore them,” You reply, settling next to him on the couch as Alpine took off and disappeared into the darkness. “I loved seeing how you view the characters. Makes the story ten times better.”

“Good to know,” He replied, smiling faintly at that, a tired but friendly smile which always made your stomach churn.

So many questions filled your mind, yet it wasn't the moment to voice them. Why was he awake? Was everything alright? What was his experience like in Congress?

For the most part, you kept those questions to yourself. But one of your thoughts had to slip out.

“What are you listening to?” You asked softly, your tone warm and curious, an attempt to change the subject.

He raised his brow, almost surprised by the question. Bucky gently pulled out one earbud, offering it to you as if sharing a secret. “One of the songs you recommended,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment as he handed you the earbud.

Sliding it into your ear, you hear the soft beat of one of your favorite songs, you look at him. This was one of the first songs you recommended to him, because it helped bring you out from a dark place many moons ago.

You can't believe your ears, you turn to him with a small smile on your lips, “Can’t believe you still listen to this.”

“It’s a decent song,” He shrugs almost shyly, his eyes gentle, “Kinda helps…sometimes.”

You understand.

You don't say anything else, not out loud anyway. Instead, you just let the song fill between you, the familiar beat serving as a connection between you too. In that moment, there's no need for words or actions, the music says everything.

Bucky shifts closer to you, just slightly, as if the small distance between you guys was a barrier.

You feel the heat of his shoulder against yours, the comfort of his presence. He doesn’t look at you, You don't look at him, you’re just trying to slow down your heartbeat. Your gaze shifts to his metal arm; beautiful and metallic. Slowly and carefully, you reach out and lay your hand over his, your fingers tracing the cool ridges of the vibranium plates. He stiffens for a split second, then relaxes, his shoulders sagging just a little.

You know what this means. You know you’re trying to let yourself feel, something unfamiliar and scary, but also something you can’t keep ignoring anymore.

“I hope this… doesn’t make you uncomfortable. I just–”

Bucky shakes his head, cutting you off softly. “It’s fine,” he says, his voice calm and almost dismissive—like it’s no big deal to him, even though you both know it is. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You then, feeling bold and comforted by his casualness, reach for his hand. Your fingers wrap around his, the contrast of his cool metal arm against your flesh arm making you feel grounded. He doesn’t pull away—if anything, he shifts just a little, his thumb brushing against your knuckles in a silent reassurance.

You almost cry.

The warmth of the moment lingers, you make a mental note to yourself to write this down somewhere, afraid you might forget that this happened.

Eventually, you start to get tired and fall asleep leaning on his shoulder. Bucky was gentle, careful not to move too much and disturb your sleep, as he shifted slightly, sliding one arm under your knees and the other around your back to lift you up. You stirred a little, but didn’t wake, your head moving against his chest. He carried you to your room, the softest look on his face.

He opened the door and slowly put you on your bed, adjusting the covers to cover your entire body. He paused for a moment to look at you, your face so calm and peaceful even in your sleep. A small grin showed up on his face.

Then he remembered how this might look if you woke up right then, and he shifted back awkwardly. “Night,” he whispered softly, careful not to disturb you, and just a little embarrassed as he closed the door gently behind him.

After 3 hours of sleep, You woke up feeling a bit confused. You sit up slowly, trying to recall how you ended up here, in your bed, tucked like a little lamb in Mary’s farm. Then, You remember the soft music and Bucky hours before.

You remember the soft feeling you felt in your heart when you held his hand. A tiny smile tugging at your lips, as you brush your fingers over your soft comforter.

If only Dreykov can see you now.

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guys dont hate me bc they will notttt be confessing anytime soon.

#bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #not proofread at all #thunderbolts fic

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