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shyoko · 12 hours ago

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✧You and another member play fighting, and you end up on top of him ✦༺⊹

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. 𓂃

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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ CW: jealousy, angst, emotional tension, possessive behavior, rough intimacy, heated confrontations, wall pinning, intense kissing, dirty talk, slight humiliation, neck kissing, marking (hickeys), affirmations of ownership, insecure behavior, friends-to-lovers tension, make-up, and emotional aftercare.

✧ Heeseung ----------

“Please, Sunoo, lend it to me,” you demanded, sitting next to him and stretching your arm to reach the snack he had bought you—after you had told him over and over again how much you loved it.

You leaned over his body to retrieve it, and he, laughing, held you by the waist to keep you from falling while pulling the package even farther from you. Both of your laughter filled the room, creating a light and fun moment…

Until a dry cough abruptly broke the mood.

Heeseung stood at the door, arms crossed, brow furrowed, and with an expression of anger so intense that it seemed to erase all the joy in an instant. His murderous gaze locked onto the two of you—especially Sunoo.

“What the hell is going on here?” he snapped, his voice cold and razor-sharp.

Sunoo immediately dropped the package and pulled his hand from your waist like it had burned him. The sudden movement made you lose balance, falling onto him. Heeseung barely moved, but his eyes burned with jealousy.

“Are you comfortable, Sunoo?” he asked with a forced, venom-laced smile.

“It’s not what it looks like…” Sunoo tried to explain nervously, raising his hands.

“Oh, really? Because from here it looks like your hands are where they shouldn’t be,” Heeseung interrupted, taking another step toward you. “You think this is funny, or what?”

The tension thickened. Sunoo opened his mouth to say something, but Heeseung had already grabbed your arm—firm but not painful—and hoisted you over his shoulder with determination. His gaze never left Sunoo.

“Don’t ever touch her like that again. Not even as a joke.”

Sunoo nodded silently, swallowing hard, while you, dangling from Heeseung’s shoulder, kicked and protested.

Heeseung walked straight to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He dropped you face down on the mattress and quickly climbed on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

“You’re mine, damn it. How many times do I have to say it? I don’t like those little games of yours—and even less when they’re with him,” he spat, his lips brushing your ear.

His warm breath hit your skin, but his tone wasn’t sweet this time. He was angry, jealous, consumed by a mix of frustration and intensity.

“Whose are you?”

You squirmed under his body, your heart pounding. But before you could answer, his voice came again, firmer:

“I asked: whose the hell are you? Answer me!”

His lips came down to your neck and bit hard, without care. Then he licked the area, a silent apology for the roughness.

“Yours… I’m yours, Heeseung,” you gasped, breathless.

“That’s right, baby. Only mine,” he whispered, his expression calmer now, though his eyes still blazed.

He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, then wrapped you in his arms and lay down with you, holding you close—as if afraid someone else might ever touch you again.

✧ Jay ----------

The neon lights of the trampoline park danced in colorful flashes, mixing with the loud music and the laughter of the boys. They jumped, fell, screamed. As always, Jay stayed by your side, his hand tightly holding yours—as if claiming you silently.

But the chaos of the place ended up separating you for a few moments. Jake found you first, bursting with energy and flashing that mischievous grin.

“Wanna wrestle? I bet you won’t last a minute,” he said, winking.

“Oh yeah? Want to try me?” you replied through laughter, accepting the challenge without much thought.

It started with playful pushes, clumsy dodges, and stifled shrieks between giggles. Jake circled your waist playfully, catching you to keep you from falling, and you responded by flailing at the air, laughing. But with one bad jump, you lost your balance and fell straight onto him.

Jake laughed, his arms instinctively wrapping around you.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice warm while you stayed on his chest, still laughing uncontrollably.

But then you felt it. That silent pressure that stops time. You looked up—and there was Jay.

His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the scene, breath held in as if one more spark could make him explode. He walked toward you both with firm steps, his expression cold, too cold... too controlled.

“Get up,” he said to Jake, without needing to raise his voice.

Jake, now clearly uncomfortable, helped you stand. Jay approached you. He wasn’t rough, but the way his hand gripped your arm was final—like he was saying come with me without needing to speak.

“Did anything hurt?” he asked gently, scanning you quickly with his eyes, though the anger burning inside him was far from hidden.

“I’m fine, Jay… it was just an accident,” you began, but he didn’t let you finish.

He turned to Jake with a tight, forced smile.

“Didn’t know we were playing ‘roll around with someone else’s girlfriend’ now.”

Jake raised his hands, awkwardly.

“It wasn’t like that, I swear—we were just messing around…”

Jay just stared at him a moment longer. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His silence was worse.

Then he looked back at you, took your face in his hands, and leaned in with determination. He kissed you—deep, hard, without restraint. A kiss full of everything he wasn’t saying aloud. Jealousy. Rage. Need. Possession.

When he pulled away, his eyes still held that dark fire.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand and you followed him, saying nothing more. You got in the car in silence. He played music low as he started the engine. His left hand on the wheel, his right still holding yours—tight.

“Jay… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. We were just playing,” you murmured, staring at his fingers that wouldn’t let you go.

He didn’t answer right away. He just breathed deeply, lips pressed together, and finally pulled over on a quiet street, turning to face you.

“I don’t care if it was just a joke. I didn’t like it. I don’t like seeing you like that with anyone else. I don’t ever want to feel that again,” he said softly, but the intensity in his voice hurt more than if he had yelled.

“It won’t happen again, I promise,” you said, touching his cheek.

Jay closed his eyes for a moment, then leaned in and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you. But I’m jealous, and I’m terrible at hiding it.”

You hugged him, and this time he kissed you softly, like the world made sense again—just because he was in your arms.

✧ Jake ----------

The music boomed through the speakers while colorful lights bounced off the walls. You were in front of the TV with Ni-Ki, playing Just Dance. Fast movements, nonstop laughter, and him determined to get in your way just to mess with you.

"Come on, focus! You’re losing because of me!" he yelled between laughs, standing right in front of you to block the screen.

"Ni-Ki, move!" you shouted through your giggles, giving him a light push as you tried to follow the beat of the song.

The game went on, but at one point, Ni-Ki moved awkwardly and stumbled. He accidentally pushed you, and in the blink of an eye, you both fell to the ground, rolling over each other. A small groan escaped his lips.

"Ouch… that hurt," he joked, laughing as you stayed on top of him, laughing so hard you couldn’t get up.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. You felt a gaze on you, sharp as a blade. You turned—and there was Jake.

Your boyfriend.

His brow furrowed, lips pressed tightly, and a mix of jealousy and discomfort written all over his face.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped, voice laced with tension.

You stood up immediately, your heart pounding like a drum.

"Jake, it’s not what it looks like…" you began, reaching out to touch him.

But he pulled his hand away—not violently, but coldly. His eyes, usually so warm, now refused to meet yours. He turned around, ready to leave.

"Jake, wait…"

Ni-Ki stood up and approached him, serious now, the jokes gone.

"It was my fault. I pushed her by accident, she fell on top of me. I’m really sorry," he said sincerely, knowing he had crossed a line—even if unintentionally.

Jake didn’t respond. He just nodded slightly, accepting the apology but not hiding his anger. Ni-Ki left quietly, leaving you two alone.

You walked up to Jake before he could leave again. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. Once, twice, three times. Short, sweet kisses—like little patches for every cracked piece of his heart.

He didn’t react right away. His brows were still furrowed, lips in that cute little pout. But his eyes were slowly softening.

"I’m still mad," he mumbled, not looking away from you.

You smiled faintly, saying nothing, and gently pushed him toward the couch. He sat without resistance, and you climbed onto his lap, straddling him and holding his face.

"Then let me pamper you until it goes away," you whispered against his lips, kissing him more slowly now, letting your hands roam across his neck, his hair, his back.

Jake sighed, arms gradually wrapping around you, giving in. His pout faded under your soft touches and slow kisses.

"You’re impossible…" he finally murmured against your neck, now with a defeated smile.

"And you’re too cute to be jealous over a game."

He chuckled softly and hugged you tighter.

"Only because you’re mine. And I’m yours. You know that, right?"

"I know. And I’m never letting you go."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

The ice shimmered beneath your skates as the boys’ laughter echoed around the rink. Everyone was skating, weaving around each other playfully, and you had gotten into a little game with Heeseung: every time you crossed paths, one of you gave the other a soft push. Nothing serious—just good fun.

"Your turn!" Heeseung shouted as he gave you a light shove while passing by.

You laughed and returned the favor on your next lap. Sunghoon noticed. He noticed everything—from how you smiled at Heeseung to those pushes disguised as a game. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips together and kept skating with the others, his brow slightly furrowed.

And then it happened.

Heeseung pushed you again, this time a bit harder, and you spun on your skates and gave him a stronger shove than intended. He wasn’t expecting it and stumbled, grabbing your arm on instinct so he wouldn’t fall alone. His body hit the ice—and you landed right on top of him.

One of his skates caught your leg, and a sharp pain shot through your calf.

"Ouch!" you cried, curling in on yourself without meaning to.

Heeseung sat up with effort, worried, his hands going to your injured leg.

"Did I hurt you? Let me see..." he muttered, frowning, while you were still on top of him.

But before he could touch you again, a voice cut through the moment like a knife.

"Don’t touch her."

Sunghoon arrived like a storm. His eyes sparked with restrained anger as he looked at Heeseung.

"Be more careful. Can’t you see you hurt her? And don’t touch her again."

His tone was serious, dry, leaving no room for argument. He took you gently, almost afraid of causing more pain, and helped you up. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t say anything else. Just wrapped his arm around you and led you off the ice, searching for an empty bench.

He knelt in front of you without a word, his brows furrowed, breath heavy. He opened his backpack and pulled out the small first-aid kit he always carried just in case. He lifted your leg onto his thigh with great care, though tension still lined every movement.

You watched him in silence, knowing he was angry—but also seeing how his fingers trembled slightly as he touched you. He couldn’t stand seeing you hurt, even if his pride was hurting too.

You raised a hand and gently ran your fingers through his dark hair.

"Hoon..."

He didn’t respond, just continued disinfecting the wound.

You leaned in until your face was close to his, and left a soft kiss on his forehead. Then one on his cheek. And one more—on his lips.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have played around with Heeseung like that. I didn’t think it’d end like this… I love you, Sunghoon."

He paused. Slowly lowered his head without looking at you, resting it on your thighs as he knelt there. He stayed like that for a few moments, breathing against your skin, then lifted his face slightly and kissed your injured leg gently.

"Does it hurt a lot…?" he whispered, his voice finally coming out, a little broken.

You shook your head with a soft smile, still running your fingers through his hair as he remained there, holding you, not caring who saw.

"It only hurts when you’re mad at me."

Sunghoon looked up at you, and though a hint of frustration lingered in his eyes, his expression softened. He kissed your bandaged knee and rested his forehead on your leg again with a calm sigh.

"I can’t stay mad at you when you’re like this…"

✧ Sunoo ----------

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and relaxed. Dim lights, several blankets scattered over the couch, everyone chatting, laughing, lounging however they pleased. You were among them, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, with Sunoo beside you, his fingers absentmindedly caressing your hand under the blanket.

But the peace was interrupted when the first cushions started flying.

"Who did that?" you asked, looking around while everyone pretended to be innocent.

Jungwon shrugged, trying to stifle his laughter.

A few minutes passed… another cushion hit you. This time, straight on the head. You turned quickly, and once again, he acted like nothing happened.

"I saw you, Jungwon!" you laughed, grabbing one of the cushions to throw it back.

He stood up, running through the living room, and you chased him, laughing. You ran between the scattered blankets until you finally caught up with him. You gave him a light tap on the back as he dramatically pretended to fall… and just as you took one more step, you tripped over a blanket and fell… right on top of him.

You both laughed. Jungwon burst out laughing with you on top of him.

But amid the laughter, you didn’t notice Sunoo standing up from the sofa. His smile vanished without anyone noticing. He left the room in silence, without saying a word, disappearing from your view.

It wasn’t until the mood calmed down and you looked to your side that you noticed he was gone.

"Where’s Sunoo…?"

Worried, you stood up, left the room, and found him in the kitchen, his back to the door, hands braced on the counter, brows furrowed, lips tight. His entire posture radiated quiet anger.

"Sunoo…" you whispered, cautiously approaching.

You tried to hug him from behind, but he stepped away.

"No," he said sharply, without looking at you. "Go hug Jungwon, since you get along so well with him."

His voice was low, tense. It hurt you, because you knew it wasn’t just jealousy—it was insecurity masked as annoyance.

You didn’t say anything. You simply hugged him from behind, tightly, leaving no space for him to escape. You rested your cheek against his back.

"I love you, Sunoo… Only you. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. It was nothing, we were just playing. But you’re the most important thing to me."

You felt him take a deep breath. His shoulders relaxed just a little… then he slowly turned around. His eyes were slightly glassy, his jaw tight, and his mouth… his mouth trembled with words he didn’t want to say.

He looked at you. His silence burned.

And without saying anything, he gently pinned you against the counter, placing his hands on either side of your body. His face came close, until his breath brushed your lips.

"Don’t do it again," he whispered before kissing you with soft rage, desperate to reclaim what he felt he’d lost, even if it had only been minutes.

He kissed your lips again and again, then moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of heat that made your skin shiver. He moved up to your cheeks, kissing them more tenderly this time, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

"You’re mine. Don’t make me feel like I could lose you."

"Never. I’m yours, Sunoo. Only yours."

✧ Jungwon ----------

"I already told you, I’m not jealous," Jungwon repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, reclining with apparent calm on the sofa, while the rest of the group raised an eyebrow and exchanged knowing smiles.

Jay, who was sitting on your other side, wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he wanted to tease. You weren’t helping either, laughing with him as you played with tickles and silly comments that made Jungwon pretend to ignore the situation… until he couldn’t anymore.

A clumsy push, a laugh too loud… and suddenly you were on top of Jay, laughing, unaware of the fire you’d just lit.

"You okay?" Jay asked, amused, his hand on your arm.

Then silence. The kind that hurts in your chest. You turned—and saw him. Jungwon, standing, looking at you like he’d just seen something that hurt more than he could admit.

"You’re going to get off him. Now." His voice was cold. So controlled, it was scary.

"Wonie, wait, it’s not what—"

He didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your arm firmly—not violently, but with enough intensity to make you follow him. Without another word, he walked you to his room. He closed the door, leaned his back against it, and looked at you with eyes burning.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Don’t be ridiculous…" you murmured, though your heart was racing.

"No, I want to hear it. Did you like him holding you? Touching you?"

You stepped closer to him.

"We were just playing. You were right there. You know it was nothing."

But he was already close to you, holding your waist. He gently pushed you against the wall, pressing his body to yours.

"I don’t care if it was a game. I don’t want it to happen again. Not with him. Not with anyone."

Slowly, his hands moved up your sides, and he unbuttoned the top buttons of your shirt with a calm but firm motion, his eyes never leaving yours. He leaned down, leaving a deep kiss on your neck… then another, warmer, lower.

"You’re mine. Mine," he whispered against your skin. "And you’re not covering this. I want everyone to see. To know who you belong to."

"I am… I always have been," you whispered, almost breathless.

"Then remember that. Because if I see that again… I can’t promise what I’ll do."

He hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, trying to calm the storm inside him. You caressed him gently, resting your head on his chest.

"I’m sorry, Jungwon. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you."

"And I love you," he replied against your skin. "Too much."

✧ Ni-ki ----------

The living room was full of laughter and chatter, but for you, everything revolved around Sunghoon. He, who was usually cold and reserved, was different today: playful, close, smiling in a way that made your heart beat faster. Between jokes and soft pushes, you felt more alive than ever, savoring every brush of his hands, every glance shared.

But then, from a corner, Ni-ki was watching you with intense eyes and an expression you’d never seen on him before—pure, burning jealousy. The playful interaction between you and Sunghoon was hitting a nerve he didn’t want to acknowledge.

In the middle of your friendly wrestling, you lost your balance and fell on top of Sunghoon, who caught you without hesitation. Laughter escaped your lips as he held you, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and something deeper that surprised everyone.

Ni-ki couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over, voice laced with anger.

"What’s going on here? Do you really like my girlfriend that much?"

He shoved Sunghoon hard and turned to leave, but you followed him immediately.

"Ni-ki, wait… it’s not what you think."

He didn’t even look at you, jaw clenched, brows furrowed, already halfway to the door.

But you weren’t going to let distance grow between you. With determination, you grabbed his shirt as he crossed the threshold, pulling him back to you.

Your lips crashed into his in a fiery kiss, full of love and anger and desperation.

Ni-ki froze for a second, surprised, but melted into the kiss. His arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you in an embrace that set your skin ablaze.

You felt every heartbeat against your chest, every sigh on his lips.

His hands slid down your back, pressing you against him as if to make sure you wouldn’t slip away.

His eyes opened slightly as he pulled away for a moment, resting his forehead on your skin.

"You’re mine, and no one else is going to touch you." he whispered, voice rough with love and jealousy.

You took his hand and laced your fingers with his, guiding him firmly toward the hallway.

In the dim light, where no one could see, he kissed you again—slow, deep, like it was the first and last time.

The world faded around you, leaving only the heat of his lips and the electricity sparking through your body.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, full of promises and fierce desire.

Without a word, you took his hand and walked with him into the bedroom, leaving behind the noise and jealousy to melt into that private, intimate silence.

✦N/a: If I were Ni-Ki, I wouldn’t have forgiven her 😔😔 (I think I got a little too affectionate with Y/N and Sunghoon LOL) I hope you liked it, love you so much 🩷

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bunnis-monsters · 1 day ago

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warnings: teasing, breeding kink, lingerie

A/N: Introducing a new oc of mine, Kuro Ume. He’s connected to Momo’s dark past… also Momo stickers are now available in my kofi shop!!

“You’re the one who lost the bet, Kuro Ume,” you said with a huff, watching as he grumbled while removing his suit jacket.

“I barely even remember making that bet in the first place. You’re depraved, you know that?”

This made you laugh, and his cheeks reddened even further at your response.

“Oh hush, I’m the only one that’s going to see. Now put it on, I’m tired of waiting.”

The dark haired bunny hybrid stared at the items of clothing laying on the bed. A cow print bikini, a pair of cow ears and horns, and a tail were placed neatly in front of him.

“This is demeaning. Why would you ever suggest this in the first place?”

“Well, why did you agree to it?”

“Because I thought there was no way Momo would get that girl’s number-!”

Kuro groaned, his bunny ears twitching in annoyance as he slipped his pants off. He definitely remembered the previous night.

He was a couple drinks in when you sauntered up, sitting beside him at the bar. As per usual, his heart began to race the second your eyes met his.

“Hey, Kuro. Been a long day, huh?”

Truly, the day had been horrible. After taking out two hybrid traffickers, he had a run in with a rival mafia gang and had to escape before he could clean up the mess.

Now, he was covered in a few bruises, his right arm bandaged. “Yeah, long, you could say that again.”

Kuro downed another shot of whiskey, the pain he had been feeling slowly numbing with each new shot. You reached out and gave his uninjured hand a squeeze.

“You should really slow down. If you don’t, you’re going to make yourself sick.”

He huffed. “You’re not my mom, (Name). Quit smothering me.”

Despite being quite intelligent, Kuro was also stubborn and often rude, even if he didn’t mean to be. He regretted his words the second he noticed you recoil, your eyes closing as you took in a shaky breath.

“I just worry about you.”

He stared into the amber colored liquid before setting his glass down. “You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

Both of you knew that wasn’t true.

You looked around the bar, trying to find something to talk about besides the elephant in the room. “Is that… Momo?”

The two of you spotted him chatting up a girl, nearly tripping when he leaned against the wall and lost his footing.

“Ah, trying to flirt again,” you said with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Wanna bet on if he’ll get her number or not?”

Kuro smiled, leaning his elbow against the bar. “Sure, I’ll take you up on that.”

And now, he was paying the consequences of that spur of the moment decision.

“This doesn’t cover anything!”

You covered your mouth to quiet your giggles as his muffled voice came through the bathroom door. “That’s kind of the whole point, Kuro. I want to see what you’ve got going on~”

“Oh, so that’s your real intentions, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a pervert, (Name).”

He peeked his head out, a frown on his face when he noticed your excited expression. “This gets you off, really?”

“Just a little. Now come out so I can see you already!”

With a huff, he walked out into the opening. His lean, scarred frame was on display, and you could already see the bulge in his cow print panties. His cotton tail wagged, giving away his true feelings on the matter.

“Excited already?” you mused, stepping forward so you could get a better look. “Pose for me, I’m getting some pictures.

“I can’t help it, you- h-hey, don’t take so many pictures!”

He tried to cover himself, but you pushed his hands out of the way. “Oh stop it, you know I won’t show anyone.”

“I know…” he murmured, pouting at you. “Doesn’t change the fact I didn’t want you of all people to see me like this.”

Once you had enough pictures, you pressed your chest against his, smiling up at him. “Why’s that?”

The bunny hybrid huffed. “I’m sure you know why by now. Isn’t it obvious I’m head over heels for you? Everyone can tell, except you.”

This news made your heart rate spike, and you found yourself unable to breathe for a moment.

“I…”

Your cheeks heated up, and Kuro let out a deep sigh. “It’s hard, you know? Being in love is something I wanted to avoid. You… make things difficult for me.”

It was hard to take him seriously when he was standing in front of you with his hard on barely being contained by the small cow print panties.

“Kuro…”

You cupped his bulge, fondling it while you pouted up at him. His cheeks flushed red and he let out a strangled moan. “Did you think I’d go easy on you just because I love you?”

“Th… that wasn’t the point but-“

He yelped when you pushed him onto the bed, straddling him before rubbing your clothed cunt against his bulge. You played with the strings of his top, your bottom lip poked out in a pout.

“Come on, you love me, don’t you? Breed me and make me a mama.”

That activated his bunny hybrid instincts, his hands instantly bringing your hips down to properly grind against him. “You’re playing with fire… mmm…”

He buried his face into your neck, taking a wiff of you before marking you with his own scent. “You want to mate? Fuck, I’ve wanted to mark you for ages…”

His tail swished behind him, smacking the bed as he lifted your skirt. Kuro felt his cheeks turn red the decks he laid his eyes on your bare pussy.

“It’s like you planned for this…” he murmured, rubbing at your wet slit. “No panties, and you’re already this wet…”

You gave him a sheepish smile, biting your lip when his fingers pumped in and out of you. “I was hoping this would go well, that’s all.”

Precum soaked the front of the cow print panties, and you could see he was panting every time you grinded against him.

“I want you…”

Kuro gripped your hips tightly, but not enough to hurt. His thumb rubbed over the soft fat, almost tenderly. “So much that it hurts… I know that right now we can’t be mates, and honestly that hurts even more. I… just can’t put you in danger like that.”

He laid you down, his bunny ears flicking as he hovered over you. “Don’t cry… I do love you, and tonight I’m going to show it.”

You hadn’t realized you had been crying. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek, licking it from his thumb. Kuro had a troubled past, and was still running away from it. He knew that right now, he couldn’t be a proper mate to a wonderful woman like you.

If anything were to happen to you because his past came back to haunt him, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“I love you too, Kuro… maybe one day…”

His lips moved across your neck, leaving hickeys and love bites. “Don’t think, just feel.”

Kuro pulled his bottoms down just enough for his cock to spring forward. He rubbed against you, groaning against your lips as he tangled his tongue with yours in a lustful dance.

“Fuck, princess…”

Just the scent of your arousal was enough to have his cock twitching with need, Kuro was ready to be inside of you already, to breed you like a proper mate would.

He pushed in, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips as he pulled you closer. You were unbelievably tight, milking his cock already. He came inside almost instantly, but fucked you through his firts orgasm.

“K-Kuro!” you babbled out, pleasured tears falling down your cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss them away, his fluffy bunny ears brushing against you.

“Take it, princess. So good, fuck you feel so good!”

You looked down, watching as his cock moved in and out of you, his balls slapping against your ass. He was completely entranced by you, and by your third orgasm you were a blubbering mess.

Kuro pulled out, staring at your pussy with hazy eyes before moving down to taste you. The taste of your fluids mixed together was like heaven, and he licked his own cum out of your dripping pussy.

“You’re doing so good for me, princess. Such a good girl,” he murmured, looking up at you with pussy drunk eyes.

You came on his tongue, feeling worn out. Kuro sensed you were tired, and laid down with you.

“I have to leave in the morning,” he murmured, lifting your leg so he could fuck into you softly. You whimpered, but relaxed as he carefully played with your clit. “I won’t be back in town for a while.”

“Don’t… want you to go…” you murmured, rubbing your sleepy eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

Kuro’s movements slowed until his cock rested inside of you, kept warm in your cunt. “I’ll miss you too, princess. I have to go, though. It’s for your own safety.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, glancing back at him. “… you’ll come back?”

He was quiet for a moment, rubbing your thigh tenderly. “…”

His bunny ears lowered slightly, and he pulled you so close he could feel your heartbeat against his chest.

“I hope so.”

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callikari · 24 hours ago

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YOU'RE HERE ★ THAT'S THE THING

PRECIS 。 "i've got you wrapped around my finger like a piece of ribbon!"

西村力 x fem!reader 698 fluff social media au mutual crush ─ friends to lovers heavy mutual pining on-camera tension

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

you’re adjusting your camera settings as your vlog starts recording—exposed sunlight hitting your cheekbones just right, lip gloss shining, energy light and bright.

“okayyy guys,” you sing, grinning into your lens. “today’s gonna be kinda iconic. i’m meeting up with the enhypen boys… yes, those enhypen boys. and we’re filming a joint vlog. it’s like streamers meet vloggers meets controlled chaos.”

from behind your camera, yujin sticks her tongue out. “you just want an excuse to look cute for riki.”

you shoot her a fake glare. “i literally dressed normal?”

“normal but hot,” rei adds, laughing.

riki’s stream starts a little later.

he’s already set up his cam, mic running as he lounges on the grass with a controller balanced on his knee, a bottle of banana milk beside him.

“today we’re doing something new,” he says, hair a little tousled under his cap. “irl hangout with the ive girls. my chat’s already going crazy.”

he glances at the live comments.

*riki please be normal when yn shows up

*don’t start giggling and kicking your feet again

*protect her at all costs

he’s literally gonna fall in love today and we’re gonna watch

he smiles softly. “you guys think i’d simp that hard?… okay, maybe.”

when your groups meet outside the café, there’s an overlap of cameras, laughter, and chaotic introductions.

you greet everyone, but your eyes linger on riki. he’s standing a little behind the others, hoodie half-zipped, a shy smile playing on his lips. he offers a soft “hey,” and you swear his eyes light up like pixels on a screen when you reply.

“hi riki,” you say, voice lighter than you mean it to be.

jay and gaeul are already leading the way into the brunch spot, but riki holds the door for you before following.

“thank you,” you say again, looking up at him.

he just nods, cheeks pink. “you always hold your camera with your left hand, right? i noticed.”

you blink. “you… noticed?”

he shrugs, like it’s obvious. “i watch your stuff.”

you don’t say anything, but your grin’s a little too wide, a little too giddy, and your camera catches it all.

your vlog cuts to walking through downtown—sun-drenched streets, iced drinks in hand, and riki casually reaching for your fingers when you cross a busy street.

you freeze for half a second, then look down.

your fingers are intertwined.

he doesn’t seem flustered, just glances at you and mutters, “just wanna make sure you don’t trip or something.”

“how gentlemanly,” you tease.

he nudges you with his shoulder. “chat would flame me if i let you fall.”

on his stream, the chat is losing it.

*HE’S HOLDING HER HAND OMG

*NOT THE CROSSWALK PRINCE

*this is so soft i’m gonna cry

*they look like a slice-of-life anime couple STOP

later, your camera captures a quieter moment on the rooftop.

you and riki are sitting a little apart from the others, sharing a snack, your legs barely brushing.

“you’re really different off-stream,” you say.

riki tilts his head. “in a good way?”

you nod. “yeah. you’re like… softer.”

he plays with the straw in his drink. “i think i just like talking to you.”

you blink. your stomach flips.

in the background, jungwon and wonyoung are arguing over who makes the best grilled cheese, but the moment stays still—yours and his.

when your vlog goes live that night, the comments flood in.

*the way he looks at her??? like she hung the moon

*“i think i just like talking to you” HELLOOOO??

*they have that ‘he fell first, she fell harder’ energy

*ship name WHEN

*riki opened the door, held her hand, AND listened to everything she said. we’ve already lost him.

riki streams again two days later, chat already hyped.

“sooo,” he says, leaning into the mic, “how’d i do on the collab?”

chat explodes.

*riki be honest did you rewatch the vlog

*did you save the crosswalk moment

*did you like, fall in love a little

he bites his lip, cheeks tinged pink.

“i didn’t just fall,” he says quietly, “i think i face-planted.”

chat goes wild.

and across the screen, a notification pops up:

@xo.yn: i tripped too.

vi says :: for my gfie mickie > < @chrrific

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lov3lycosmos · 1 day ago

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Hello darling, I wanna know if you could make a story about changbin and the reader with the kink that you wrote (thigh riding), please lovu♡

Hi sweetheart of course I can write that sorry for such a longgg wait (only 3 days but we can't keep you waiting 🖤)

genre: smut MDNI

pairing: changbin x fem!reader

wc: 664

warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, teasing, multiple mentions of female arousal fluid, mention of round two/sex

my library~

You don’t even remember how it started. Maybe it was the way he stretched on the bed earlier, muscles flexing, thighs parting naturally like an invitation. Or maybe it was the smirk he gave you when he noticed you staring.

But now? Now you’re perched on his thigh, panties clinging to you—soaked, soft cotton dragging across his bare skin with each little grind you make.

And Changbin?

He’s just watching. Leaning back against the pillows, arms behind his head, smirking like he’s already won.

“You’re cute when you try to hold back your moans,” he teases, voice low and warm. “But I can feel how needy you are, baby. That pretty little whimper you let out just now? Didn’t miss it.”

You duck your head, hiding in your shoulder. “Shut up…”

He laughs—softly, almost tender. “I’m teasing. But seriously—fuck, baby—you’re making a mess. You feel that?” His thigh flexes beneath you, hard and intentional.

Your hips jerk.

“I—ah, Changbin—!”

“Ohhh, there she is,” he coos, sitting up just enough to nuzzle into your neck. “That’s the sound I was waiting for.”

His lips brush your jaw, teasing and featherlight, while his hands settle on your hips. He doesn’t guide you, not yet. He just lets you use him, lets you take your time—lets you feel him under you.

“Mm… so wet already,” he murmurs, running his nose along your cheek. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet. All it took was my thigh, huh?”

You don’t answer—can’t. Every pass of your soaked panties over his skin makes your head spin more. It’s embarrassing how good it feels, how desperately your body reacts to the heat, the friction, the quiet approval in his voice.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, pulling back to watch your face. “All breathy and squirmy, just because I let you ride my thigh. You like it when I sit still and let you use me, huh?”

His fingers dig in a little more now, holding you steady as your movements grow shakier. “That’s it, just like that. You’re doing so good, baby.”

You moan again—shaky, soft—and Changbin groans.

“Shit, look at that wet patch…” He glances down, watching the way your slick drags across his thigh in glossy trails. “You’re fuckin’ dripping. Soaking me. God, baby…”

You whimper, trying to grind down faster, but your thighs are trembling too much now, and your hands go to his shoulders for balance.

“I c-can’t—‘s too much—”

“Yes, you can,” he says, gentle but firm. “Just a little more, baby. You’re right there. I can feel it.”

You lean into him, face buried in his neck, grinding down harder as he flexes again beneath you. The wet sound of your panties against his skin fills the room.

“Ohh fuck, Changbin—!”

“There we go,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. “That’s my girl. Let go for me. Mark me up, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And with a broken cry, you do—shuddering as you grind through your orgasm, body twitching, breath catching in your throat as you leave a soaking, glossy patch all over his thigh.

Changbin groans like he’s the one cumming, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head as you collapse into his chest.

“Shit,” he breathes, kissing your temple. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You stay there for a moment, catching your breath, but his hand moves—slides down your back, warm and slow.

“Baby?” he says after a beat, voice back to being teasing. “You, uh… might need to ride it again.”

You blink up at him, dazed. “W-What? Why?”

He grins. “Because now I really want to cum, and seeing that mess you left on me? I think you might need to clean it up. With those pretty hips.”

You groan and bury your face in his neck again, and he laughs, holding you tighter.

“You started it,” he whispers. “Now you gotta finish it.”

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yeokii · 11 hours ago

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KiSS A KiTTY ⠀⠀⠀⠀🧺 a kitty for you ✿◌ֹ 𝑦𝑒𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑖 ⎯⎯⎯ 𝑚'𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗍 ִ⠀

❛ 𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗪! ❜ 🧸 ﹢﹒넌 밤하늘의 춤이 그리 궁금해 ◌ ゛𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 ─── 𝑓𝑙'𝑜 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 분홍 젤리 all you want to do is to kiss that pout away from jungwon's lips ❨ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ❩ '

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑙'𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑒 ── i bet she's silky smooth, and she got attitude. i don't wanna kill it, i wanna kiss a kitty! .⠀ 🎀

'⠀•⠀🧺 ──𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. ( bfwonie&fmr ) 𓈒 ◌ 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 fluff yikes ◞ 2OO4⠀╱ 6hun : 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ‧ sulky won / 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 ⋆ ˊ ✿𓍢 𝐖𝐎𝐍 ˋ (⠀𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽 .⠀) liek&reblog! 𝟢𝟪𝖫𝖨𝖭 ✉️ 𝝑𝝔

🐰 : was clawing my hand writing this im never doing fluff again.

it was cute, really. jungwon had this pout on his face the entire day. giving you small hmph's whenever you look at him and break into a smile. was he mad at you? you could only giggle at his grumpy face.

"baby, what's wrong hm?" you ask him, finally dropping the book you've been reading.

he shrugged, acting like he didn't have clue on what you were talking about.

"baby." you voice sounded more stern making him finally look at you. by now, you've closed the distance between you and him on your small couch.

"well, you should know what's wrong." you could only hear a mumble from him.

you cup his face with one hand and put your other on his lap. what went wrong?

what's gotten this kitty so grumpy?

you giggle at his pout, his lips looked more enticing than ever.

he finally broke, "just say you hate me."

you laughed.

jungwon looked at you in disbelief. you're laughing?

"so this is funny to you?"

not at all. the accusation brought a fit of laughter from you. it was insane that he would think you hated your boyfriend — the only person who'd check up on you whenever you felt down and who would give you endless cuddles even when you didn't ask for it.

you couldn’t ever hate him.

"baby, you’re so stupid." you were straddling him now, looking down at him with a smile. he returned a blush, his skin hot against yours.

"you’ve been ignoring me all day," he said, his hands resting on your hips like they belonged there.

"i’m sorry, wonie. i told you i was working on my project, hm?" by now, he had his face nuzzled in your neck, finally inhaling your scent which he missed all day.

"a kiss wouldn’t hurt. or two."

you ran your fingers through his hair, giggling at this needy boy. "i’d give you a million kisses if you asked."

he pulled away and looked up at you with eyes pleading. "really?"

of course. how could you not, when he was sitting there all cute, puckering his lips?

you leaned in slowly, brushing your lips against his. jungwon’s kitty eyes fluttered shut. your fingers brushed the sides of his jaw. you could hear his breath hitch. you knew he needed more. he needed you.

but you pulled away with a mischievous smile, letting out a small giggle.

"that wasn’t a kiss." his eyes opened instantly, looking betrayed and confused.

"you said you wanted one."

"that wasn’t even a kiss. that was like... cruel." chuckling at his needy behavior as he whined, your eyes kept going back to his lips—the pout he had before returning again.

"wan’ another one," he huffed.

"yeah? and what do i get in return?"

"me."

"i already have you, baby." you smiled at him.

"well, i don’t have your kisses."

cute, you thought.

"awh, well we can’t have that." you finally gave in, pulling him closer and closing the gap between you two.

his grip on your hips tightened immediately, and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. there was no hesitation like before, no teasing. jungwon melted into the kiss, his lips moving with yours perfectly like he was made for you.

you could tell he had been waiting all day for this.

you pulled away. "happy?"

he nodded. "might need another one," he said before pulling you in again.

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empressdede · 2 days ago

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Never Ending - 2

This was originally supposed to be a two shot, but then I kept writing so…😭 maybe a four part mini series 🤣🫶🏾

Ciera was halfway through taking her notes in Chemistry when the words group project came out of Mr. Langston’s mouth. She didn’t flinch, didn’t groan like the rest of the class. She simply clicked her pen, already bracing for whatever random partner fate would assign her.

She wasn’t prepared for him.

“Jonathan Fatu and Ciera Monroe,” Mr. Langston read off.

Her head snapped up.

Jon looked back over his shoulder at her, eyes narrowing like he was trying not to grin. “Hey, partner.”

Ciera blinked slowly. “I’m switching seats.”

“Nope,” Mr. Langston said without looking up. “No trades. Sit next to your partner, Fatu.”

Jon slung his backpack over one shoulder and strolled over like he owned the world. His hair had gotten longer since middle school, always tied back in a loose bun, and he wore that same cocky smirk like it was stitched into his DNA.

He flopped down beside her. “Miss me?”

“Like I miss extra homework.”

He chuckled. “Still quick with the comebacks.”

Ciera angled her body away just slightly. “Still allergic to taking anything seriously?”

“Only things that don’t involve you.”

She shot him a look. “Do you even know what the project is?”

“Something about acids and bases,” he said, waving vaguely toward the board. “I figured you’d do the smart stuff and I’d carry the supplies.”

“That’s not how this is gonna work.”

He leaned closer, voice dipping into that teasing tone that always made her ears heat. “You sure? ’Cause I remember you used to love bossing me around.”

Ciera stiffened.

It had been almost two years since they’d really talked. Since that slow dance in eighth grade, interrupted too soon. Since Sadé pulled her away, and Jon just grinned like he didn’t care. And then high school happened. Jon joined the football team, got louder, funnier, became everybody’s favorite. Ciera drifted into AP classes, study groups, a quiet lane of her own making.

They’d passed each other in halls—shared a few classes. The teasing never stopped. But the closeness? That had faded.

Until now.

“You gonna write anything down?” she asked, opening her notebook.

He pulled out a pencil from behind his ear. “Depends. You gonna yell at me if I mess it up?”

“Depends. You planning to try?”

He grinned. “There she is.”

They started working—sort of. Ciera outlined the hypothesis, while Jon fiddled with the pH strips like they were toy swords.

“Jon,” she warned, “you’re gonna contaminate the samples.”

“Relax, Doc Monroe. I know what I’m doing.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”

“Since always. I just let you think you were the brains.”

She smirked. “You let me?”

“Mmhmm.”

She shook her head and focused on the worksheet. For a moment, the silence settled—but not comfortably. Not yet.

Then Jon said, casually, “Remember that science fair in sixth grade?”

Ciera blinked. “The one where you tried to make a volcano and it exploded on the principal?”

He laughed, head thrown back. “Hey, I maintain that was a successful reaction.”

“You nearly blinded Ms. Carter.”

“She shouldn’t have been that close.”

“You put vinegar in the wrong chamber.”

“You still remember all that?” he asked, tone softer.

Ciera looked at him. “I remember a lot of things.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “Yeah… me too.”

The words lingered, heavier than she expected.

She cleared her throat, going back to the paper. “So we need three acids and three bases to test with litmus. You wanna grab the materials?”

“You asking me to do actual work?”

“I’m asking you to do your share.”

Jon stood, mock saluting. “Yes, ma’am.”

As he walked away, Ciera let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He hadn’t changed much—not really. Still charming, still annoying. Still able to make her smile when she didn’t want to.

He returned with the samples, sliding back into his seat like he hadn’t just made her heart beat too fast.

“All right, scientist,” he said. “Let’s make some color magic.”

Ciera dipped the first strip. “You ever think about that dance?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Eighth grade. Middle school dance. You asked me to come.”

Jon leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “You came.”

“You asked.”

“Barely.”

“You asked,” she said again, watching his face carefully.

He grinned. “Okay, maybe I did. But you were the one staring at me the whole night.”

“Was not.”

“Were too.”

“You’re delusional.”

“You were about to kiss me.”

“You leaned in first!”

“I was being polite!”

“Oh my God, polite?” she laughed.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes sparkling. “Didn’t want to catch a slap if I misread.”

Ciera smiled despite herself. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Jon sat forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Real talk… you think we would’ve worked?”

Ciera blinked. The question came out of nowhere. “Back then?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “We were kids.”

He shrugged. “Yeah… but we had something. Didn’t we?”

Her eyes searched his face. “Maybe. Maybe we still do.”

Jon leaned a little closer. “You saying you still like me, Monroe?”

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned. “I’m saying… I remember what it felt like when we danced.”

His grin softened. “I remember too.”

They sat in the stillness of that moment, the rest of the classroom fading into background noise.

Then she spoke again, quieter this time. “What happened to us?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Life. You went one way. I went another.”

“You got popular.”

“You got serious.”

“We drifted,” she said.

“But we didn’t forget.”

Their eyes met again—this time, with something older and deeper between them.

Then, of course, Jon broke the tension.

“So you gonna admit you liked me first or what?”

Ciera scoffed. “Me? Please. You were obsessed with me in seventh grade.”

“Says the girl who used to write my name in her notebook.”

She gasped. “Lies!”

“I saw it. Big heart around it and everything.”

“Jon!”

He laughed, full and unbothered. “You really used to blush every time I sat near you.”

“And you used to throw spitballs at me in homeroom.”

“Because I liked you!”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, covering her face.

Jon reached out and gently tugged her hand away. “I still like you, you know.”

She froze.

He said it so easily, so confidently. No joke behind it. Just words, plain and simple.

“I don’t know if you still like me,” he added, “but if you do… I’d want to find out what that looks like. For real.”

Ciera stared at him, heart pounding.

This wasn’t middle school anymore. They weren’t dancing in a decorated gym with streamers and slow songs. They were older, messier, still figuring it out.

But maybe, just maybe, they still had that spark.

“You’re not just saying that because you don’t wanna fail Chemistry, right?” she teased, voice trembling slightly.

He laughed, shaking his head. “I mean… that’s a bonus.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away when his fingers brushed hers again.

“Wanna finish this project first,” she said, “before we plan our wedding?”

Jon grinned. “So that’s a yes?”

She didn’t answer—not directly. Just dipped the next strip in the solution and smiled when it turned a bright blue.

“Looks like a strong base,” she said.

Jon looked at her, amused. “Like your flirting game?”

“Like your chances if you keep running your mouth.”

He leaned back, satisfied. “God, I missed this.”

Ciera finally looked at him, soft and open. “Yeah. Me too.”

⸻⸻

The final bell echoed through the school like a sigh of relief.

Ciera was one of the few students who didn’t rush the hallways like a prison break. Instead, she moved with quiet precision, slipping down the corridor past the main exit, toward her locker. Her backpack was heavier than usual—Mr. Langston’s chemistry project meant hauling a textbook the size of a microwave, and there was no way she was lugging that home.

She rounded the corner and reached her locker, the metal cool beneath her fingertips. Twisting the combination, she popped it open and began sorting through her books.

A small part of her—okay, maybe a medium part—kept replaying the project period with Jon.

The way he looked at her. How his voice had gone soft when he said, “I still like you.”

She hadn’t expected that. Not from Jonathan Fatu—the boy who used to dunk paper balls in her hair and laugh when she got detention for talking back. The boy who danced with her in eighth grade and almost kissed her under the glow of cafeteria fairy lights.

Now here he was again. Same mischief in his eyes, but older. Bolder. And, apparently, still interested.

She shook her head. Don’t read into it. He’s always joking.

Just as she placed her Chemistry book on the top shelf, a voice slid into her ear like silk.

“So… did you miss me already?”

She flinched, spinning around. Jon leaned against the neighboring locker like a scene out of some teenage rom-com—arms folded, hair pulled back, grin in place.

“Do you practice being this annoying or does it just come naturally?” she asked, hand over her chest.

“I’ve been gifted since birth.”

Ciera rolled her eyes, stuffing a notebook into the locker. “What do you want, Jon?”

He raised his eyebrows, playful. “Straight to the point. I like that.”

“Because I have a life outside of entertaining you.”

“Ouch.” He clutched his heart. “That one actually hurt.”

She gave him a smirk and shut her locker. “Then I’m doing it right.”

But Jon didn’t flinch. Didn’t take the bait and leave like he usually did after a round of back-and-forth.

Instead, he stayed.

Leaned in just a bit.

“Actually,” he said, his voice a little quieter, “I wanted to ask you something.”

Ciera tilted her head. “Oh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I was thinking about what I said earlier… maybe it’s time I finally take you out.”

She blinked.

“On a real date,” he added. “Like dinner or something. Not just projects and playful insults.”

For a second, she didn’t say anything. Her fingers curled around her bag strap, mind racing. Part of her had waited for this. The other part? Terrified to ruin the rhythm they had—this teasing, electric pull that always hovered between friendship and something more.

“Wow,” she said slowly. “You’re actually asking me out?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Ciera raised an eyebrow. “No jokes? No double-dare from your friends? You sure this isn’t some kind of bet?”

He chuckled. “You think I need a dare to ask you out?”

“Considering the last time you tried, we were thirteen and you ran off before Sadé could roast you—yes.”

Jon laughed, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m serious this time.”

Ciera leaned back against the row of lockers, arms crossing loosely. “That’s new.”

“I figured if I kept waiting, someone else might get to you first.”

“Now that’s more like you—territorial and late.”

“But honest,” he said, stepping closer.

She looked up at him, the teasing slowly slipping from her features, replaced with something gentler. “I’ll think about it.”

Jon blinked. “You’ll think about it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Monroe.”

“Good. Builds character.”

He exhaled, leaning in until they were barely a foot apart. “Okay, fine. I’ll make you a deal.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh God.”

“Relax,” he laughed. “Just this: I’ll call you tonight. You answer me then.”

Ciera tilted her head. “Call me?”

“You do still have a phone, right? Or did you evolve into one of those people who only communicates through passive-aggressive glances?”

“You’re one to talk,” she muttered.

“So is that a yes?” he asked, smiling. “You’ll pick up?”

She paused, lips tugging upward. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Depends on how annoying your voicemail is.”

He laughed again, louder this time. “So that’s a yes. You’ll answer.”

She slung her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t get cocky, Fatu.”

Jon stood straighter, brushing imaginary dust off his hoodie. “Too late. I’ve already planned our wedding.”

Ciera rolled her eyes so hard it might’ve given her a headache. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me anyway.”

She started to walk off, throwing over her shoulder, “I’ll deny it in court.”

He called after her, “I’ll have witnesses!”

And just like that, they slipped back into their rhythm. But underneath it—woven between every joke and jab—was something undeniable.

A pull.

She was halfway down the hall, smiling despite herself, when a familiar voice called out.

“Ciera!”

She turned to see Sadé jogging toward her, her braids bouncing as she waved. “Girl, wait up!”

Ciera slowed her pace as her best friend caught up, slightly out of breath.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Sadé said. “What took you so long?”

“Locker run,” Ciera replied. “Had to ditch Langston’s chemistry brick.”

Sadé wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. That man needs to stop assigning group projects like we don’t already have lives.”

Ciera smirked. “Mine got interesting.”

Sadé side-eyed her. “Why do you sound smug?”

“No reason.”

“Don’t lie to me, Monroe. Spill.”

Ciera glanced behind her—Jon was still by the lockers, pretending not to watch, but failing miserably.

Sadé followed her gaze, and her mouth dropped open.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“He finally asked?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And??”

“I told him I’d think about it.”

Sadé gasped, grabbing Ciera’s arm. “Girl, what?! You’ve had a thing for him since like—forever!”

“Yeah, well, forever is complicated.”

“Not if he’s asking you out.”

Ciera smiled, a little breathless herself. “He said he’s gonna call me tonight.”

Sadé squealed, practically vibrating. “You better answer that phone.”

“I might.”

“No. No ‘might.’ You will.”

Ciera laughed. “We’ll see.”

They walked side by side, Sadé still talking a mile a minute, but Ciera’s mind drifted again. Back to Jon’s voice, the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the hallway. Like maybe—just maybe—this thing between them was real. Always had been.

She didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But tonight?

Tonight, she’d answer.

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC and the soft buzz of crickets outside the window.

Ciera stood in the middle of her room, arms folded, glaring at the phone on her nightstand like it had personally offended her.

It was 7:57 p.m.

Three minutes until the imaginary deadline she’d given Jonathan to call.

You don’t care, she told herself, marching over to her desk. She picked up her chemistry notebook, flipped to a random page, and tried to focus. Something about ions. Something about valence electrons. Something that wasn’t Jon’s voice in her head saying, I want to take you out.

She bit her lip and underlined the same sentence twice without realizing it.

At 8:01, her phone vibrated.

She jumped.

Unknown Number.

She stared at it for a half second too long.

“Girl, answer the damn phone,” she muttered, snatching it up.

“Hello?”

There was a pause—only a breath—before that familiar voice slipped through.

“Hey.”

Ciera swallowed, hoping her voice didn’t crack. “Hey.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why’d you hesitate?”

“I was busy.”

Jon laughed. “Doing what? Watching the phone from across the room?”

She could hear the grin in his voice, and somehow that made her entire chest flutter.

“Please. I forgot you were even supposed to call.”

“Oh, so now I’m forgettable?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

“I imply a lot of things,” she replied coolly, walking to sit on the edge of her bed. “Doesn’t mean I mean them.”

Jon whistled low. “Damn. Still sharp, huh?”

“Did you call just to get roasted or was there a point?”

“Can’t I miss you a little first?”

Ciera’s heart thumped a little too hard.

She cleared her throat. “Miss me? You saw me like five hours ago.”

“Yeah, but that’s like thirty in Jonathan Fatu hours.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “You’re so corny.”

“And yet… here you are. Still on the line.”

“I was raised to be polite.”

“I’ll make a note. Politeness is the new flirting.”

Ciera smiled down at her lap. “Is that what this is? You flirting?”

Jon paused for just a second. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just what I’ve always done with you.”

Something in his voice shifted—less playful, more honest. Ciera’s teasing tone faded too.

“You always did have a way of getting on my nerves,” she murmured.

“And under your skin.”

She exhaled through her nose, the air in her room suddenly warmer. “Is this why you called?”

“No,” he said. “I called because I meant what I said earlier.”

Ciera lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. “About wanting to take me out?”

“Yeah.”

She let the silence stretch for a beat. “Why now, Jon?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“I don’t know,” he said eventually. “I guess… I got tired of pretending I didn’t care. Like, we joke around, we talk trash, but you and I both know there’s always been more to it than that.”

Her chest tightened.

“Maybe,” she said softly. “But you never really said anything before.”

“I was stupid.”

“No argument here.”

He chuckled. “Fair. I just… you know how it was after middle school. I got caught up. Football, friends, all the attention. I didn’t know how to be real with someone back then.”

“And you think you do now?”

“I’m trying,” he said. “With you, I wanna try.”

Ciera’s throat felt a little tight. She sat up again, suddenly restless, the ceiling too heavy to stare at.

“I noticed you pulling away,” she admitted. “Like, the more popular you got, the less we talked. But I never said anything. I figured it was just… what happens.”

“Yeah,” Jon murmured. “I noticed it too. I just didn’t know how to fix it.”

“You could’ve started with a text.”

“Scary stuff,” he joked. “But you’re right. I should’ve.”

Ciera hugged one knee to her chest, the phone pressed close to her ear.

“I always wondered if I made that night up, you know?” she said quietly.

“What night?”

“The dance. Eighth grade.”

“Oh, I think about that night all the time.”

Her breath caught.

“You do?”

Jon’s voice dipped, softer now. “Of course. You were the only thing I could think about after. We almost kissed, remember?”

“I remember,” she whispered. “And then Sadé came outta nowhere.”

“I was this close,” he said with a smirk in his voice. “And she just—”

“Ruined everything.”

He laughed. “Exactly.”

Ciera bit her lip. “If she hadn’t interrupted, would you have actually done it?”

“Kissed you?”

“Yeah.”

There was no hesitation this time. “Absolutely.”

Her stomach flipped.

They were quiet for a few seconds, the weight of their unspoken history stretching out between them. Every memory—every laugh, tease, and almost-kiss—suddenly felt brand new.

“So,” Jon said eventually, his voice teasing again, “are you ready to stop pretending you don’t like me?”

Ciera groaned, burying her face in her pillow. “God, you’re annoying.”

“But cute.”

She muffled her laugh. “Debatable.”

“Please. You used to write my name in your notebook.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Sadé told me.”

“She’s dead to me.”

Jon’s laugh filled her ear again. “So… you gonna go out with me or not?”

Ciera exhaled, heart fluttering like a damn hummingbird. “You’re really not gonna drop this, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, debating. She’d spent years watching him from a distance, wondering if he still thought about her. And now, here he was, asking for her time—her attention—like he finally saw what they could’ve been all along.

“Alright,” she said at last. “One date.”

“One?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Can I pick you up Friday?”

She blinked. “You already had a day in mind?”

“Girl, I’ve had this planned since eighth grade.”

Ciera laughed, leaning back again, letting herself sink into the moment.

“Friday’s fine,” she said.

There was a pause on his end—like even he couldn’t believe she said yes.

“I’m holding you to that.”

“You better.”

They talked a while longer, about stupid things—teachers they couldn’t stand, Sadé’s loud laugh, how Joshua always tried to outshine him. But underneath every word was that same electricity, that same easy connection that never really left.

Eventually, her mom knocked and told her to get ready for bed. They said goodnight reluctantly.

“Sleep good,” he said.

“You too, Fatu.”

He hesitated before hanging up. “Hey, Ciera?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you picked up.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

And when she finally lay down to sleep, her phone still warm in her hand, she knew something had changed.

For real this time.

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jamiedc-they-them · 1 day ago

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I heard you were taking Thunderbolts* requests? You can refuse there's absolutely no pressure!

What about Bucky with an adopted child, young adult? I don't really have a scenario, just some context that popped when I watched the movie yesterday :')

Like, Bucky can take care of himself, sure, but his child always makes sure he's not living on the bare minimum. During the happenings of the movie, they followed Bucky without his permission but ended up being useful in their own way (because Bucky taught them how to fight, of course).

I know it's a bit abstract, but I've always liked your blog, and the last request I gave you did not disappoint (probably a year ago or something), so I trust your brain can make up something wonderful!

(If you wanna get a little crazy, totally optional, you can make his child a mutant, with wings. Thought it could be funny :'D)

Own it (Platonic)

Summary: Being Bucky Barnes' adopted child comes with challenges. Challenges that boil over in ways that almost make you lose each other, both to your memories, and physically.

Requested by @len-psychofr

Warnings: Swearing, depression, self-hatred, violence, dead parents, Valentina.

Marvel Masterlist 1

Marvel Masterlist 2

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"How was the party?" You asked, sitting curled near the window, eating some leftover takeout that Bucky had left out for you to have when you got back in from work.

This was actual work. Not hired gun work, not Black Widow work. Work-work. A job.

Mind you, it didn't exactly pay the bills.

Bucky did that. He was an elected official. You were happy for him, the pair of you making new names for yourselves after pasts you'd rather forget.

You, a shit mum who sold you to some research programme that Yelena Belova found you in. She wasn't in a great headspace, so she asked the Winter Soldier of all people to keep an eye on you.

Yelena had then disappeared, but Bucky had stayed.

A butterfly came through the window, landing on your finger.

"Met Valentina's assistant," he said as he shut the door behind him, "trying to scope me out."

"In what way?" you teased. You knew how people had a crush on Bucky. The way he made people swoon with the simple phrase of doll.

It was harmless...mostly.

He rolled his eyes, "you got a broken mind, kid. Sometimes wonder why I took you in if all you're gonna do is talk shit."

He meant it in a light-hearted way. It had the opposite effect.

You were good at hiding how things felt, though.

You laughed. He didn't read into it.

A proper dad would, you told yourself. Your brain told itself.

It told you a lot of things. Most of them are not nice.

Yet, here you stood still, with a man who was seemingly getting bored of you.

Bucky looked at you, waiting for the dishwasher to be done; you were looking at the butterfly still, smiling at it.

You didn’t get much of that in your youth, he guessed. Time to just slow down and appreciate your life and the life around you. Just survive constantly until the next day.

You heard his phone go. The butterfly flew away.

You finished your "meal" before clearing your throat, "your arm is done."

He nodded to you in thanks, pulling it from the dishwasher, the one he wore to the party being a dud.

You laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. He didn't --

"You don't touch them," Bucky sneered into his phone.

You poked your head out of the doorway, "Kid may be 'weak' but they're my kid. You don't go after them."

Oh. That was...mixed.

He slammed the phone down, accidentally crushing it with his arm that he had just cleaned.

You left the room, clearing your throat, "Everything ok?"

He let out a sigh, before turning around, “Yeah…no,” he was honest, at least, growth, “how much of that did you hear?”

You shook your head, “not much,” you lied, “just decided to come out when the phone got…you know…”

He nodded, both of you deciding to believe the lie. This was something serious.

“Take it trying to impeach the bitch isn’t going well.”

“Language,” you rolled your eyes, “but, no. But, there may be a way to find some people who can help.”

“I can help,” you said, arm going up.

“And, how is that?”

“Because it’s who my mum sold me to.”

“What?!” Bucky was walking towards you.

You took a step back. He paused.

“Sorry…” he sounded apologetic.

He isn’t, a voice said in your mind, he’s just like her.

You cleared your throat, “it’s ok.”

“This is serious, (your name).”

“I can help,” you promised.

Bucky saw it in your eyes, a look that was in his long ago - though it still lingered, the past never fully went away: Redemption.

A want to make it right.

He knew you’d just follow anyway.

“You’re a pain in my arse, you know that?”

“So I’ve gathered.”

You had an attitude today. He just put it up to age. He remembered being in his mid-teen years as well. Anti-authority and all that.

He once got called a communist for it.

He nodded, “But you do exactly as I say, ok?”

“Aye aye,” you said, giving him a mock salute.

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He took you to the garage, where he had a bike. He even donned a new outfit, and shades for some reason.

“You look like a cliche biker,” you said, waiting for him.

“And you look like a hipster.”

You gawked at him.

He got on the bike, you got on behind him.

He held something to you: A helmet.

“Really?”

“Safety first.”

You parroted what he said as you put it on, making sure it was secure.

“Hold on, I ain’t obeying traffic laws.”

“Wow, you’re so cool,” you said, dryly.

He shook his head, with you behind him, meaning you missed the smile on his face.

You set off, tearing through the mean streets and only almost dying several thousand times due to not obeying the traffic laws.

You even got pulled over at one point:

“Do you know who I am?” Bucky asked.

“Senator Barnes,” the officer looked at you, “and here’s your little scrap.”

“Walk off,” you said, the cop obeying.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that you had powers? We’ll get more into them later.

“Thank you,” Bucky said, starting the journey again.

“Uh-huh,” you said, not biting.

You drove on, and you did enjoy this part about America, the amount of diverse landscapes there were. From concrete jungles to more empty areas with deserts all around.

“So, who are we chasing, exactly?”

“Some people like us: fuck ups. One of them is the same girl who gave you to me.”

“Yelena?” You asked, wanting to see the woman who saved your life.

“That’s the one. We also got John Walker –”

“Fuck up Captain America, right?”

He snorted at the name, “That’s the one.”

“And the last one?”

“Ava Starr, The Ghost.”

“Cool name.”

“You said that about my name.”

“Well, I was lying then; that, and you didn’t like it.”

He looked at you from the mirror on the bike, you were a kind soul. He always admired that. You were traumatised and sarcastic, but deeply kind to others.

Just not yourself.

You made it. He held out his hand, and you placed a grenade launcher into it. He fired it, and you both rode through the smoke.

You leant to the side, “you got a plan?” he asked.

“Trust me?”

He nodded: of course, he did, he just sometimes wasn’t great at showing it.

You zoomed off, carrying some bombs with you. You placed each of them on the trucks.

All but one went off –

“Oh for fu–”

He fired his launcher at it, it did the job – doubly so when the grenade you had planted went off as well.

“It’s alright,” he said, “you’ll get them next time.”

You won’t, he had to clean up for you.

“You wanna do this one?” Bucky asked, holding out the last one.

He still trusted you.

You hesitated before taking it and zooming off once again.

It worked. The limousine flipped.

You just hoped Yelena survived.

She did. They all had. Even her dad.

You had read up on her ages ago, Bucky had given you her files.

You wanted to know about the friend who saved you.

She didn’t look too different, sans the blue eyeliner.

“You did good,” Bucky said. He’d said it before, but this time he sounded different.

He doesn’t believe it.

“I mean it.”

You just hummed, looking back at the group of misfits.

Bucky called you kind, your therapist called you someone who got attached too quickly.

Maybe it was why, as everyone started to wake up, you hugged Yelena.

What? You only had two friends.

“(Your name)?” she asked, blinking a few times.

“Hi,” you said, backing away.

She smiled, “it’s good to see you again. Even if the circumstances aren’t great. You did blow up our car.”

You smiled, looking from friend to friend.

You felt good. You felt worth something. Not discarded.

You had helped.

Even your brain didn’t retort to that.

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“That car was priceless,” her father said.

“Sorry…” you apologised.

“Never apologise, little America,” he said, “your technique was flawless.”

“Uh…”

“That’s Alexei,” Bucky said, “Yelena’s father.”

You waved, he nodded.

You listened to your father’s proposed plan: Impeach Valentina.

“That’s why you’ll go with (Your name) and –”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa –” You shot up, finger waving, “uh-uh.”

You had shifted back quickly.

Bucky sighed, turning back to you.

“So, I told you all that about where my mum sold me too and tell you this and the first thing you think about is impeaching Valentina?”

“She’s a threat.”

“So were - are - we!”

“So we are –”

“Don’t fucking correct me!” he flinched at your words. They had affected him.

“Don’t. Talk.” He didn’t open his mouth. Your powers had worked again.

“They care about this Bob dude, ok? Valentina hurt him. What was it you said to me once?”

He didn’t talk.

“Say it!” your voice had a deep rumble to it.

“That you don’t let those who can’t defend themselves get hurt.”

“Exactly,” you pointed at them, “we’re the best shot he’s got, ok? We go there, we find him and we stop Valentina.”

He agreed. Alexei cheered.

Your ragtag team was born.

You sat in the back of the van with Yelena, Ava and John.

It was a battered truck, with small little holes in it. You looked out of one, seeing an old friend: The Butterfly from before.

“What’s the weirdo looking at?” John asked.

“Knock it off,” Ava warned.

“What is it?” Yelena asked, looking at you.

“It’s a butterfly,” you answered.

She turned, finding a hole to look out of with you.

“It’s very pretty.”

You smiled, “it’s a reminder of what we’re fighting for in this capitalistic hellscape of ours.”

“Sounds a bit commie to me.”

You spun round to John, “Why? You do know that like, not liking capitalism isn’t a hot fucking idea, right? You gonna go all-new Captain America, gonna crush my head in with your shield as well?”

“What, no. How do you even –”

“I live with Bucky, we’re friends. He told me.”

“What are you? Twelve?”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen, and looking at butterflies still.”

“God forbid someone has a hobby, John.” Ava said.

“Look – all I’m saying is, you don’t like my helmet, but you don’t mind them looking at butterflies.”

“How are those two things related?”

“They – they aren’t. I just – I just want someone to like my helmet.”

You hated that you felt yourself tear up a small amount.

Yelena put a hand on your shoulder, “Ignore him.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “I’m used to people like him. Besides, he’s right –”

“No,” both Ava and Yelena said.

“World we live in, we just fight to get ourselves through it, until we die,” you looked at him, eyes still glassy, “Thank you for reminding me of that.” You were sincere.

John loathed that you were sincere with your thanks. He didn’t mean to accidentally dig. From the look in your eyes, you didn’t mean to throw it so harshly back at him, either.

You’re not kind, you're nasty and cruel. You deserved what happened to you. You hurt him. Look, look at him. Damaged but not broken. Then there’s you, you cu–

“That’s – that’s not what I –”

The truck smashed through the wall before he could finish.

You were brutal with your fighting: Just like you were told.

Bucky and you even made a team.

Hell, you did with everyone: John launched you up with his shield, Yelena and you went back to back, you flung one person up and Ava appeared to slam them into the ground, and you threw someone at Alexei for him to hook.

You made it up to Valentina after being invited.

“Oh, you,” she said, looking at you in disgust, “I thought I got rid of you a long time ago.”

“Oops.”

“You know,” Valentina said, walking towards you. Yelena took a step forward, Valentina didn’t clock her as she leant down close to you, “When your mother left you in my…care –”

“Don’t believe her, (your name),” John said.

Bucky went forward, but Alexei put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head: Trust your child.

“She only asked that your name get changed. The rest of it could do what I wanted with you. She took the money and left.”

Ava went to use her ability.

“Uh-uh,” Valentina said, “look, whatever weird protection squad you’ve assembled here for little old (nickname), when - truthfully - I thought you were here for Bob, is all very cute and all. But, guys, let’s not forget here, I’m the one with all the cards on the table.”

She looked to Yelena, “You really do just pick up strays, don’t you,” she cocked her head to the side, “Bob, the little brother; (your name) the little sib. God, you learnt how to do that from Nat, didn’t you.”

Yelena pursed her lips at the words.

Valentina wasn’t digging her grave further, she was just digging the knife deeper into you all.

Bob appeared, in an outfit with his hair slicked back.

“I heard it all,” he proclaimed, “you’ve replaced me already.”

“Bob, no –” Yelena tried to dissuade her friend, but Valentina spoke before she could finish.

“They did, that’s right,” she said, putting a hand on his chest in what you hoped was meant to be a maternal gesture, “they’re criminals, Bob. It’s what they do: They lie, they cheat, they betray.”

You fought for your lives. You were the last one standing.

Bob picked you up by your throat. He looked to Yelena, “So this is who you’re replacing me with.”

“Bob, (brother), no. No, I didn’t –”

He looked at you, “I’ve seen that look before, that want to die. I can do that for you.”

“Let them run,” Valentina ordered.

You barely remembered getting outside.

Yelena was tearing into everyone. You were out of your mind doing this, even attempting it.

She then turned to you, “and you…you deserve so much better, (your name). Better than us –”

“Hey –”

“No, Bucky, look,” Yelena pointed at you, “look at them. They’re a mess. They deserve stability.”

“I know!” Bucky lost control for a second. Yelena backed away. He put his hands up in an apology, taking a step back, “I know,” he said in a softer tone.

Bucky turned towards you, reaching an arm out, “What did he –”

“Fuck off.”

“Language,” the three males said.

“Don’t act all parental to me now Bucky, just because we got our arses kicked.”

“Where’s this coming from –”

“You,” you pushed him, “what was it, huh? ‘Sometimes wonder why I took you in if all you're gonna do is talk shit.’? Or, or was it ‘Kid may be 'weak'’?”

“I also said you don’t go after them.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you spat, “you agreed with her.”

“Who says that about their own child?!” Alexei was angered on your behalf.

“A tired dad who didn't mean it,” Bucky defended.

“Oh no,” you pointed a finger in his face, “you said it. Own it.”

“Own it! You shouted, but this time you didn’t use your power.

“I did – I did say those things…and I can’t excuse them.”

There was a pause. Before:

“If I - if I can have a go.”

“Sure, John, join happy hour.”

“Oh, fuck you, Bucky,” John then softened his tone as he looked at you, “Look, I screwed up with my kid, alright? I was a lousy dad,” he waited to be made a punchline; when no one did, he continued, “I’d do anything to take it back. But, I’d burn the whole world down just to see my kid and wife again and try and pick up the pieces.

It might be too late for me, I don’t think it is for you guys.”

You and Bucky just looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Sometimes it is for some,” was what Yelena said, looking at Alexei before walking away. Alexei followed.

You looked to Ava, “So, what are you going to do now?”

She let out a breath, “to be honest, I don’t entirely know. I guess, do what I’m best at: run.”

“You?” she asked.

You lifted your arms before letting them hit your sides. You were burnt out, at this point.

Why did you think you could do this? Help? Look at how that’s gone.

Screams, you heard screams next.

People were disappearing.

Someone was in the sky…Bob.

You moved without thinking. Instinct took over.

You helped zip someone out of the way. You were thanked.

You were thanked a few more times, and someone even shook your hand when in relative safety.

Together, you all lifted a wall.

You were cheered.

Maybe you weren’t complete fuck ups after all.

Yelena stood at the edge of darkness…she walked into it.

Alexei broke down.

You all took cover, John comforting Alexei as he wept.

You looked out at the darkness.

You felt a pull to it.

It was calling to you and –

A hand went on your shoulder. A metallic one.

“If you’re going into it to help her,” he said, “I’m going with you.”

You looked from him to Bob in the sky, to the darkness engulfing New York.

“I don’t fucking care for New York,” you said, starting to walk, “but I ain’t leaving Yelena to fend for herself.”

“We’re coming too,” Ava said.

“If there is even a chance that my Yelena is alive in there,” Alexei said, choked, “then I will fight with all I have.”

So, as a united front, you ran into it…

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“Dad,” you called out, looking around.

You were alone in a void.

Then, you heard voices, “Just, change their name. Pull whatever strings you need,” your mother said to Valentina. You were shaking in the corner of a room.

“Done and done,” Valentina said, shaking her hand, “take her out.”

You learnt that she meant that in two ways when you saw your mother be escorted out, and then when you heard a gunshot ring out.

Valentina crouched by your younger self, “Now, what are we going to call you?”

Valentina, or your mind's version of…well, it wasn’t a warped version, but still, looked up at the real you: “You shouldn’t have made it. But, to be honest, I’m kind of glad you did. Bob would likely have been harder to turn on them if you weren’t here.”

You shut your eyes, trying not to well up.

“Oh,” Valentina cooed, “You gonna cry? Is your…protection squad not here to help you anymore?”

“You’re not real…”

“Oh, honey, no I’m not. But, I must have fucked you up badly to even be here in the first place and talking to the real you. To be honest, I forgot you as soon as I left. Figured that the trash would just take itself out.

“Oh well, adjustments and all –”

“You grabbed her throat, slamming her into the wall.

“There it is. There they are. There’s the monster I wanted.”

“You’re not real.”

“We’ve established that.”

You took your hands off of her throat. You looked around. It was this void that was showing you this.

You shut your eyes and took some deep breaths.

You heard a flutter. Opening them, you saw the butterfly again.

It landed on your hand.

“Show me the way, buddy,” you whispered to it.

When it left your hand, the scene shifted.

You were in the apartment that you shared with Bucky, your home. The only place you have felt safe in.

Bucky rushed you, “You were the runt. You ruined me! All you had to do, was keep your mouth shut, and I wouldn’t have had to be re-elected!”

You were being choked on the table.

Even without his metal arm, he was strong.

You could feel your vision fading when –

“Get. Off!” He was whacked across the room.

…Bucky? Appeared in your vision again.

“Hey. Hey, it’s me, buddy. It’s me,” he rushed out the words, helping you sit up as you caught your breath back.

“How the – how the hell are you here?” You coughed.

“Dad power.”

You chuckled, being down to only small coughs now, “You’re weird.”

“I’m also sorry,” he said, hand on your shoulder, “I didn’t mean for the broken mind comment to come across how it did.”

You waved it off, “No, I’m serious, (your name). It hurt you, it matters.”

You nodded, he meant it.

“Talk about it later? I promise.”

He nodded, he could do that.

You made your way to Bob and Yelena, helping them not get hit by the debris.

Yelena nodded to you, you nodded back.

She then took Bob’s hands, promising that they were there and made him take them to the darkest parts.

He did, he trusted you.

John punched his dad, not using his nickname of ‘Bobby’ anymore.

Bucky punched the high version of Bob before you all moved through the cellar door.

There, you were in a lab. Yelena recognised it.

There he stood: The void. The part of Bob that internalised all the self-hatred.

It moved on you, pinning you all and splitting the ground to create more distance.

Bob declared himself not alone, running and tackling this part of him, throwing punches.

It wasn’t working. It was doing the opposite.

Yelena got out first, using her acrobatics to reach him. She didn’t do any fancy moves, she just hugged him.

John was next.

Bucky looked at you, “You go, I’ll be right behind you. I promise.”

He pushed your rubble enough to let you get out.

You started running, about to zip when the ground shuddered and you stumbled.

Ava grabbed you, “I’ve got you!”

You zipped the pair of you to Bob, holding him in the hug.

“We have you,” you said. Given how he cried out, your voice and power had reached him.

Alexei and Bucky then joined, and together you pulled him out of his spiral and back to New York.

You and Yelena stayed with him. Yelena reached over, hand going into yours.

You squeezed.

Her newly found siblings were ok.

Attached quickly? Sure, but sometimes love worked like that. She cared.

Alexei offered a hand, you took it and were hoisted up.

“I am glad you are ok, little American. Where is Big American?”

“Present,” Bucky said.

“Ah,” Alexei put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, then yours, “you seem to have mended your problem?”

You looked at each other, “we’re getting there.”

“Progress is good, my friends!” He cheered, bringing you both into a bone-crushing hug. You didn’t mind it, though, hugging him back.

“Now,” he put you both down, “what say you, we deal with Valentina?”

It didn’t work out like that.

Instead, you now owned her.

The New Avengers were born.

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You were all broken people. Dented by the world and internalised it the wrong way. You knew that, but you couldn’t help when your brain spiralled.

You were all just existing after a mission, and you found yourself on the sofa, lying on it and looking at the ceiling.

You hated it, you thought after this journey you would be complete. Why weren’t you –

“Hey,” Yelena said as she crouched near you, “bad brain day?”

You looked at her, nodding.

She smiled sympathetically, she kissed your head, “Silly brain.”

Bob entered the room, then, “Hey,” he was still unsure, but powered through, “I did most of the dishes,” you smiled at your friend, “but, I left some things…if you wanted to do them.”

Ah, so he knew.

You got up silently, walked over to your friend, and hugged him.

He hugged you back.

You nodded to each other, “proud of you,” you said to him, giving his arms a squeeze.

He squeezed back, “proud of you, too.”

It had been a mantra for you both.

You went to the kitchen, finding a few glasses left and Bucky’s arm.

You did the first few dishes fine, then found your way to the arm.

“Ah, was wondering where you were,” Bucky said, coming up to you and putting a hand on your back, “Yelena told me that today was a cloudy head day?”

You nodded, not having the energy for words.

“That’s alright,” he assured.

Then he looked at his arm, “You’re doing a great job.”

You hummed.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the counter, “when Yelena told me about keeping you, I wasn’t sure if I could do it. If I could be what you…needed.”

You looked to him, continuing your cleaning duties.

“But,” he continued, “I think…maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe I needed you. Something to fight for, rather than just an abstract concept of good. I was so scared I’d screw it up, and I have don’t get me wrong.

“But…I’m never going to stop trying to be the parent you deserve. I’m even asking Alexei and - god help me - John.”

You silently chuckled. He smiled.

“I’m proud of you, on the good and bad days. I’m here for all of them.”

You held his arm to him. He picked it up and put it on.

He then kissed your hair.

You looked out the window.

You took in a breath.

One day at a time.

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lacevenom · 3 days ago

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୨୧ confession ୨୧

PAIRING : embry call x fem!reader

SUMMARY : request —embry tells you he imprinted on you.

It’s a quiet day in la push. the kind that’s soft around the edges, with the gentlest breeze. you’re sitting beside embry on the beach, legs curled under you as you watch the waves roll in and out like a lullaby.

he’s unusually quiet today. not in a sad way. more like something is weighing on him, sitting heavy behind his chest, waiting to be let out. his knee keeps bouncing, and every few minutes, he looks over at you like he’s trying to memorize your face all over again. you nudge him gently. “you okay, em?”

his eyes flick to yours. soft and stormy. like he’s standing on the edge of something big. “I need to tell you something,” he says. his voice is low, serious, but not tense. It’s more like reverence.

you tilt your head, giving him your full attention. and he exhales slowly, like the words have been waiting in him forever. “I imprinted on you.”

silence. you paused eyes meeting his. “what?”

embry’s eyes don’t leave yours. “you’re my imprint. my soulmate. It—it happened a while ago, actually. the day you showed up to that bonfire, refusing to talk to anyone except jacob and seth.”

you just looked at him trying to process everything. “wait… what? why didn’t you tell me then?”

he laughs a little, scratching the back of his neck. “because I didn’t wanna freak you out. I didn’t want this to be something that was decided for you—I wanted you to choose me. not just because of a bond, but because you actually… wanted me.”

you go quiet, eyes wide, heart beating out of rhythm now. embry reaches over, gently taking your hand. his thumb rubs slow circles over your skin. “but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. because every time you smile at me, every time you laugh at one of quil’s dumb jokes, every time I see you sitting across from me like this…”

he swallows. “It feels like coming home. and I think some part of me has been waiting for you my entire life—even before I shifted. even before I knew what imprinting was.”

you stare at him, your heart so full it almost hurts. and suddenly everything makes sense. how protective he’s been, the way his eyes always find you in a room, how safe you feel around him. like the universe has been weaving this moment from the start.

you whisper, “I think I’ve been waiting for you too.” his whole body just melts. he lets out a shaky laugh, presses his forehead to yours, and pulls you into the softest, tightest hug like he never wants to let go. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he murmurs.

In that moment, the waves, the wind, the world. all of it fades. It’s just you and embry, two hearts finally syncing up, no longer searching.

he finally found his home.

#𐙚 lacevenom #embry call #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #embry call fluff #twilight #twilight headcanon #twilight wolfpack #twilight new moon #coquette #jacob black #paul lahote #twilight saga #jared cameron #seth clearwater #quil ateara

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bambigrimes · 3 days ago

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family bbq {joel miller}

hope you angels enjoy!!

your backyard was buzzing. string lights hung, dad music playing low from the speakers, laughter filled people’s lungs, the smell of smoke from the barbecue filled the air. the scenery was beautiful, heartwarming, but the thing that caught your eye, kept getting your attention, was no one other than Joel.

he’d been in the family since you could remember. always reaching out his hand to help your parents in any way. you would reminisce on the times he would babysit you—the things you could remember at that. you were over at his place since you were two and you never really grew out of it. even still, you’d beg to stay the night or even just hangout with him.

“why would you wanna hang out with an old man like me, huh?” you’d twirl you hair and look down as you kicked the rocks out from underneath you, causing a little whirlwind of dirt to spiral. “i don’t know….i like you. you’re cool.”

and there was truth to that. you did like him. just maybe in a more “grown up” way.

“been getting around there joe?” your uncle spoke out. he always teased joel with things like this. mainly bc your uncle was a ladies man before he met your auntie. and so was joel, sorta. he took a long swig of his beer, licking the remainder off of his lips—god you wanted to kiss them. he chuckles, shaking his head, “mm-mm no. no. been pretty busy lately. haven’t had time.” there was the lie. he was never really busy unless he was out in the yard, fixing his truck, or helping your dad with god knows what. “uh oh! there it is! you’re lying and I can see right through it!” your uncle throws his head back as he laughs. your auntie slaps him across his arm. “don’t be mean now. joel is a nice man. I’m sure he really is busy.” that was a lie too. she knew it, just wanted to make him feel less embarrassed.

you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. you watched as joel took another sip of his beer, smiling sheepishly to himself before returning back to that resting face he always has on. he looks around, catching you staring at him. he whispers a soft little “hi” before getting up from his seat.

“your uncle is really something, hm?” you giggle as Joel sits down next to you. he smells like bbq smoke and cigarettes. “yeah, he is. he’s always been like that. don’t pay him any mind.” he shakes his head chucking before he nods in agreement. “yeah but he’s right. getting too old to not be doing anything. wish i was still young and active like you.” you blushed at the compliment and decided to return one. “you’re not old! you don’t look a day over 30.” he laughs. a real, deep, belly laugh. “t-thanks kiddo. i needed that. guess the greys in the beard is the new normal.” he glides his hand across his beard, stroking it like a mad man who was thinking of his next hideous plan. you couldn’t help but imagine the way it would feel between your fingers, between the creases of your neck as he leaves hickeys against your skin, on your cheek as he gives you the sweetest kisses, and between your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man.

you shift in your seat as your mind wonders and out of nowhere, that courage of yours builds up in your throat and you couldn’t stop yourself from the words about to come out of your mouth and what they might lead to. “can-can we go somewhere else and talk in private? i think the smell of the grill is sticking to my hair.” he nods and takes your hand for you to stand up. you guide him through the sliding back door and into your bedroom.

“it’s much different than i remember…besides the stuffed animals. you redecorated?” he was always so observant and it made you wonder if he knew about the little act you had been putting on. “im not ten anymore you know. things have changed. i’ve changed.” he’s looking at you now, hands on his hips as he smiles a little. “yeah, kiddo i can tell. you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” he sits in the edge of the bed next to you, so close that your breath hitches as you try to remain normal.

“joe….i like you.” this causes him to laugh even harder than he did before. how many beers did he have?

“kid, you can’t be serious! i know you like me you’ve always have. you were always so happy to spend the night at my house!” his reaction made you a little uptight because that wasn’t what you meant. you didn’t mean it in that way. it frustrated you that he still saw you as a little girl and not someone with needs.

you stand up and walk over toward your dresser. “that’s not what i meant. i-“ you take a deep breath before you say it again. “i like you joel. like really, really like you.” you look at him through the mirror, analyzing his expressions for some sort of answer. he runs his finger through his hair before getting up. “oh…oh.” he says, stunned by the words that just came out of your mouth. now he understood what you meant and he realized he was in some deep shit.

“so that’s why you always want to hang out? wanna bring me some company?” you nod as you turn around, your back now leaning on the dresser, head down, unable to look at him. “kid. im an old man. i mean really, what is there to like about me?” you smiled to yourself as you think about all the things you’ve imagined him doing to you, all the road trips he’d take you on, all the old man knowledge he’d fill your mind with. he walks over to you, body so close to yours it makes you go weak in the knees. he cups your chin with his thumb and index finger, his fingers almost covering your whole face. “look at me sweetie.” slowly, your eyes trace over his belt, up to his navy button up shirt, to his beard, his lips, then his eyes. he looks at your lips and then back at you. “god sugar, i like you too.” he presses his lips against yours, kissing you so sweetly and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. you whimper against his lips, begging him to give you more.

he pressed his clothes knee against you clit under your dress. you whined into his mouth at the feeling. you felt him smirk against your lips. “dirty girl.” he said as he pushed his tongue down farther into your throat.

joel was skilled with his movements. from his kisses to the way his fingers traced all across your body. your moans and whines echo off the walls, making joel cover your mouth, his hand the size of your face. “shhh angel. don’t want your dad or anyone else over hearing us.” you pushed your head to the side, making him uncuff your mouth. “i don’t care. you feel so good and i need you so bad.” you grip into his broad shoulders, pulling him into you more and give him the sweetest kiss on the lips, his mustache tickling the top of your lip.

“shit kid. im getting close.” his breathing began to speed up and his thrust became sloppier. “please! please joel! please give it to me! i need it!” you begged and whined as he thrusted into you so hard that your body was bouncing off of the bed. your cries sent him right over the edge, making him pump a thick, sticky, and warm load into your pussy, your bedsheets being soaked in the process.

he kissed you sweetly before laying down next to you. you turn over to face him, stroking his beard. a soft smile appeared across his face as he kissed the palm of your hand.

“now can i stay over more?” you say giddily as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“anytime angel.” joel replied with a wink.

#babydoll writes #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller prompt #joel miller smut

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humpster35 · 2 days ago

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“You said you wanna see who Y/n??”

Chratt x Bsf!reader

|contains: fluff, teasing, slight flirting, slight jealousy, soft!chris and soft!matt

divider from @bernardsbendystraws

Y/n was sitting on the couch in the tour bus—it was around midday as the cloud show a pretty pinkish purple color. Chris and Matt were being idiots once again, Y/n sighed as she got up and snatched the tiny bubble bottle from Matt’s hands.

“Hey idiots—this ain’t happening.”

Chris rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the bottle back from Y/n’s hands—while simultaneously Matt was playfully tickling at her sides. This caused Y/n to laugh whilst trying to be serious, as Nick continued editing on his laptop.

Once Matt started to see Y/n lose her grip on the bottle he nodded to Chris—he quickly stole the bottle back while Matt pulled Y/n into his lap.

“Hey—.”

Chris cut her off with a high pitched voice.

“Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers.” Chris dangled the bottle in her face in an annoying manner—while Matt laughed into Y/n’s back.

Y/n let out a sigh and leaned back into Matt’s touch. She watched as Chris sat the bottle down and turn towards her—his arm resting on the back of the couch behind them.

“So what’s wrong? What’s bothering our little honey bee hm?”

Y/n reached out like she was gonna pinch Chris’s nipples which made him flinch—she laughed a bit. With a hand running through her hair, she looked at him in the eyes. Chris had amazing eyes—she loves staring at them, at him. Y/n could feel Matt’s hands form a pattern of rubbing up and down her sides while she began to speak.

“Just wanna meet someone yk? This is tour—I wanna see someone famous.”

Matt tried to speak up.

“We are famous-.”

“Yea not really.”

Both of the boys laughed as Y/n dramatically got up and sat next to Nick. She put her head on his shoulder while he typed—Y/n knew that Nick knew how much she really loved this person, Chris and Matt just didn’t know who she was talking about.

“Nickkk.”

He sighed as he slowed down on typing—he was wearing his glasses and a white t shirt.

“Yea?”

Y/n cheekily smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her for a hug.

“You understand where i’m coming from right?”

He nods and Y/n continues.

“Chris and Matt don’t even care. They don’t get how much I wanna see Harry Styles.”

Harry Styles. Harry—Styles.

It’s as if those words had echoed throughout both Chris and Matt’s ears, there was no way that Y/n had been all mopey today bc of him. Chris got up and crouched in front of her, he gave her a confused expression while Matt on the other hand—remained quiet, going on his phone. Y/n pulled away from Nick while he silently smirked, she went to sit next to Matt.

“I just wanna see him Matthew—Harry’s been my favorite since I was six years old and—.”

Matt cut her off, he turned his phone off and put it down. His gaze was suddenly deep—it felt like Matt was now trying to peer into Y/n’s mind, to see why and what was making her so damn hell bent on this guy? Yea sure Harry’s always been popular and always probably will be—but why is Y/n so obsessed with him?

Y/n stared at him, she became quiet. She didn’t wanna say anything more once she saw Matt’s jaw clench. Chris was now standing up next to Matt—watching this whole conversation. Y/n was about to ask Chris if he wanted to see any celebrity until she’s pulled out of her thoughts by Nick.

“You said you wanna see who Y/n?”

Nick asked, he closed his laptop and now was fully invested in whatever was about to transpire from this topic.

Y/n gleefully smiled—still not aware of how her happiness about this topic, was upsetting both Matt and Chris.

“Harry Styles.”

Y/n had finished eating her lunch, they had stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom and of course—get food. Matt still wasn’t speaking to her and Chris on the other hand—he was more interested in what made Y/n so drawn to Harry.

“So you like him because he looks good?” Chris asked blankly. He was messing with the ends of Y/n’s skirt while she played with his hair.

With a small laugh, Y/n shook her head no—she glanced in Matt’s direction. She saw the way he was now biting his nails, this told her that this subject was bothering him—his hair was covering his eyes and his tattoos seemed to scream at her, while he wore that tank top.

“You know Chris…you do remind me of him.”

Once Y/n said this, Chris quickly jumped up with a funny expression—his eyebrows looked so funny to her. She laughed and held her belly, Chris smiled normally at her. Matt rolled his eyes as he got up, he then got into the same bed that Y/n and Chris were in—just barely having enough room.

“Dude cmon. This ain’t a fucking camping tent it’s a tour bed—.”

Chris’s voice was lathered in annoyance as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yea okay but if Y/n can talk about meeting guys who don’t even know she exists—then I can squeeze in a fucking bed.—“

Y/n rolled her eyes and hit both of them, tired of their bickering.

“Matt first of all, shut up. And Chris, you’re complaining too much—he does this all the time i don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

With that being said, Y/n completely laid down onto the bed—leaving Chris halfway sitting up because of the small roof and Matt on his stomach staring directly up at Y/n.

“H triple i pretty bitches never die.” Y/n sung as she threw up two peace signs on her hands. This made Chris laugh and Matt softly smile.

“Y/n i’m not mad at you by the way.” Matt’s voice was quiet.

It was now completely dark outside with only the moon shining—Nick was listening to his music while Chris’s hand rubbed Y/n’s belly.

“Matt I never thought you were mad, it’s a stupid crush it doesn’t matter—.”

“You’re right it doesn’t matter so why do you wanna see HIM so bad then?” Chris looked at Y/n carefully—he didn’t wanna seem like an asshole for getting jealous at her celebrity crush, but the way Y/n spoke of him made it seem like they were practically married.

Y/n stifled a laugh as Chris did a fake pouty face. God he was so cute. Matt smiled at both of them—his body scooting up closer to Y/n so he could lay next to her.

“Chris lay down.” Y/n caressed his face, making sure to show extra love to his small stubble. She knew that the fans disliked it and even Chris at sometimes, but she was so here for it.

“Nice bush hair by the way.”

Chris lightly tapped her shoulder in annoyance. Y/n giggled as he fully laid down next to her—Chris was on her left side while Matt was on the right, where the curtain was.

“M’gonna be sick.” Chris groaned and held his stomach. Y/n knew that she should have eaten those two pulled pork sandwiches with only pepsi.

“Chris your diet sucks. I deadass bet your cum tastes like acid.” Y/n laughed and put some hair behind her ear—she looked at Matt for him to laugh too.

Both of the boys got quiet, hitting each other with a ‘ayo’ look. Y/n knew that they saw her as innocent, even if she wasn’t. In their minds, Y/n was their best friend and they couldn’t even picture or imagine her doing such things—u less it was with them.

“So what were you planning on doing if you met Harry Styles?”

Matt’s voice was like honey against Y/n’s ear. She could practically feel his testosterone corrupting her body. She turned towards him, his eyes were immediately softened as he took her all in—her beauty was to die for. Matt put a lock of hair behind Y/n’s ear and held his hand there. Chris’s head was lying on Y/n’s chest while his hands were around her waist. It’s clear that the boy was sleepy—plus Chris is such a teddy bear.

“Matt I can’t answer that question.” Y/n smirked—she could feel her face flush at the thought.

It was silent for a bit as Matt nodded, not wanting to pry. Once Y/n got up to use the bathroom—Matt and Chris thought about it again, thinking about her reaction to the question.

Y/n was halfway to the bathroom door when she heard them behind her.

“You wanted to fuck him??” Chris and Matt said in sync.

This caused Y/n to close her eyes and smile. She let out a quiet ‘shit.’ before sprinting to the bathroom—Matt jumped down quickly to run after her. Chris tripped trying to follow them which made Nick laugh while he recorded the whole thing—Matt was holding Y/n up by her waist and playfully shaking her back and forth.

Enjoy this blurb🤭

I made this because I love Harry Styles and ngl, I did add in my own personal like history with him in there—I did know about Harry and liked him since I was six.

Oh how I love Chratt and Bsf!reader💚

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princessleprechaunnn · 2 days ago

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housewife!reader x natalie scatorccio

warnings: marriage to a man, gay shit, cussing, substance abuse

first part

inspo

um i imagine this taking place in 2000

after that night, you become entranced by your neighbor

a month passes, and you have started noticing her weird lifestyle.

on day while taking a walk you accidentally run into something. you look up, and it was your fucking neighbor.

you stutter out an apology, but her eyes are too busy scanning over you.

taking this oppurtunity, you changed the subject

“hey, would you like to come over some time? im only across the street, and i would love to hangout.”

she smiles softly, and looks into your eyes

“this your way of asking me out?”

holy fuck. you are married. but goddamn she was smooth.

“no no no, im married. i just thought it would be nice to have a friend in the neighborhood.”

her face changes softly, but she replies quickly with a “sure” before walking over to your house.

you quickly follow after her

pouring wine for you both, you sit on your living room couch

you both talk a lot, getting to know eachother.

eventually she asks about your husband. her company, plus the wine, makes you break.

“hes never home. some nights he comes home smelling like perfume, but i ignore it. its cheaper to stay married than get divorced, you know?”

you sit there and gaze off into space, while natalie looks fucked entertained

“shit, and i thought my life was messy.”

a couple months pass, and you guys hang out often. you know nothing about the crash, and not too much about her either. you quickly realize she has got a habit, but you never pry. nobody has ever seen you like her, it feels so amazing to be in her presence.

one night it is super late, and your husband is on a business trip.

somebody is POUNDING on your front door, so you walk downstairs and answer it.

you are met with natalies crying face, and you quickly drag her inside. she tells you she had a bad dream and didn't know where to go.

wiping the tears from her eyes, you sit her down on your couch. you grab her some water then sit down next to her.

she speaks, her words sounding like little croaks

“i dont wanna talk about it.”

she is staring down at her lap. you ask to hold her and she agrees. soon after she falls asleep.

you never find out what her dream was about, because by morning she is gone. and she was not even at her own house.

being around her all the time has made you careless in regarding your husbands whereabouts, as he starts coming home later and later.

natalie is very nice, always calling you pretty and touching you whenever she can. whether that be holding your hand, or brushing the hair from your face, her hands are always on you somehow.

you feel so guilty for the way your heart flutters each time she is sweet with you, but you cant help it.

one day, you guys are smoking a blunt in her living room. you barely notice when her hands start to drift up your thigh, the slight intimacy being so normal for you both. she starts to talk slowly.

“your husband was your first, right?”

the question catches you off guard, and you sit up.

“well yeah, i have been with him since high school. i have never had a chance to be with anyone else.”

she chuckles softly, and leans in closer

“you want a chance?”

you laugh quickly, and try to change the subject. you convince yourself she is only acting like this since she is high, and left shortly after her comment.

hope you like the direction i took with this

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luvstarlizzy · 22 hours ago

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₊ ˚ ⊹ ᰔ first times

you and your boyfriend, felix, lose your virginity to one another.

you and felix having your first time together and it being the sweetest, yet hottest thing ever at the same time (just like him).

his pretty long, blonde hair that hangs as a frame around the two of you while you make out, him hovering over you with his knee pushed between your thighs to relieve your ache for now.

he's never done this before, and neither have you. that's what makes this so fun.

his cock twitches in his sweats, but he doesn't do anything about it, continuing to kiss you like you're the air he breathes.

"jagi—" he lowly groans against your lips as you shift your hips just enough to brush against his bulge. he's weak for you.

"c'mon, lemme see you baby," you'd murmur back to him, not missing how he twitches at that.

his brain falls short before he processes your words and nods, sitting up. he runs a hand through his hair before shrugging his sweats down, palming over his boxers for a moment before feeling your hand join his.

felix moans at that. full on moans. and you didn't know how badly you needed to hear that until you did. that just made you even hornier.

he gently moves your hand higher out of the way so he can get his boxers off, too. he looks back down at you, hands grazing your own shorts.

his cock is pretty—not too long, not too much girth, and you're sure it'll stretch you just enough while also feeling good.

"you're genuinely so pretty it hurts. you know that?" he murmurs, kneeling down to kiss right below your navel, showing as your shirt rides up.

"please get my shorts off before i lose my mind." you laugh, breathy, and he'd never deny you.

felix would be gentle, sitting up and slipping your shorts off first, gently kissing at your stomach again and on parts of your upper thighs, all while his hands graze the material of your panties.

"can i?" he'd ask, pressing a gentle kiss right above where your clit was over your panties. fuck.

the soft nod of agreement you give him is more than enough for him to slip your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the bedside.

he crumbles. visibly. licking over his lips to wet them and having to remind himself to breathe.

"if i eat you out, will you tell me what you like?" he asks, "please, baby, i really wanna taste you."

it's not long until he'd flatten his tongue all over your pussy and lick a long stripe over you, making you shiver. it takes him a minute to get any sense of rhythm, and you guiding him on what you liked, but he picks up on it enough to make you moan.

your hand tangled in his hair has him keening.

it's obvious that he's a total giver. receiving is fun, but god, for him? nothing beats having a girl totally at your mercy, letting you satisfy her. his girl.

he sucks on your clit, a few fingers curling in your pussy as he does so. the gaze he has on you is intense, like he's studying your reactions to see how he's doing.

oh, and he loves praise. loves the reassurance that he's doing okay. that you feel good.

an "oh baby, right there..." or a whiny "lix, fuck, s'good..." suffice when you're clearly on the edge. he's visibly excited to have gotten you close, albeit taking some more effort for his first time.

when you cum on his tongue, felix basically refuses to stop. instead, he brings his fingers out of your pussy and leans down to replace it with his tongue.

talk about a pussy eater, you think.

"do i need to prep you any more?" he asks you, pulling away from your pussy as he pants.

when you assure him you're relaxed and prepared enough, he bites his lower lip and sits back up between your thighs. either of your thighs are in his grasp as he spreads them for you.

"is it bad to admit i'm scared now?" he laughs a little weakly while he reaches for a condom on the bedside, nimble fingers shakily ripping it open.

you laugh, too, and gently take it from him to roll it on his cock for him, since he's so visibly shaky in the hands. he appreciates the gesture.

"i don't know... can i just—put it in? i feel like it can't be that easy." he rambles, overthinking it.

it takes you reassuring him for a second time that you're ready for him to finally press himself against your entrance, the tip slipping in. the way he props himself up over you is so sexy, visibly wrecked by how your pussy takes him in.

panting, hair messy, lips parted as he stares down at where you two meet.

he slips in further, immediately letting out a low groan when he bottoms out inside you, leaning down to bury his face in your back.

felix definitely isn't one for domming. he can barely keep it together around you already, and how warm you are around him doesn't help.

"oh, baby... i feel like i could cum already. i won't. but... i definitely could. shit. how do you feel? talk to me." he rambles, movements still with the exception of him grinding into you gently.

the more you two talk, the better he feels. it's obvious that he just needed to be told you weren't hurting, you felt good, and that you still loved him for him to gain a little confidence.

finding a rhythm comes easy to him, and he's overly aware of everything you do and every expression you make while he fucks you. like he's learning while he does it.

so far he's learned that aiming up makes you whimper and hold onto his arms tight, going harder makes you moan and your arms wrap around him, and lastly, that rubbing your clit while doing any of these things makes you squirm.

he's a quick learner, which isn't a surprise.

when you start to feel tighter around him, felix knows—you're close. his fingers comes down to rub at your clit, moving in circles at a steady pace.

"baby, oh, baby..." felix lowly groans, hips stuttering, "i'm so close. i need you to come first for me, okay? c'mon, jagi..." he'd murmur, voice strained, fighting back his orgasm.

did he manage to wait for you? well... no.

he couldn't help it. your pussy was so good. so warm and good—it was so different, and at a certain point, he just couldn't hold it back. he fucked forward into you before burying himself in your pussy, filling up the condom hard.

the groan he lets out is heavenly. low, sexy, and borderline whiny. you loved it.

but you haven't cum yet, so he keeps himself burrowed inside of you as he uses his thumb to rub your clit meticulously, watching in awe.

"are you close?" he asks, and when you say yes, he practically lights up. the inner service top in him.

after a little longer, he's oversensitive, but you're finally cumming on his cock in the prettiest orgasm he's ever seen, so he forgets about that.

back arched, voice soft and your hands gripping at his bare, strong shoulders to ground yourself. you don't miss how he ruts inside you while you're mid orgasm, whether it's for you or him, you're not sure. you're too fucked out to think.

"fuck..." he pulls out slowly, rolling the condom off and lying down beside you nearly immediately.

"you know i love you, right?" he mumbles, littering your neck and collarbone in kisses, "you're the only girl for me. the only girl ever. the prettiest."

"i definitely get the hype now, with sex." he laughs, breathy, settling and wrapping his arms around you, "i feel like the luckiest man alive."

yeah, you're sure you're gonna be with this boy forever. no doubt about it.

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tinydefector · 3 days ago

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Headcanon A to Z (NSFW) - Bob Reynolds/Sentry/Void

Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bob gets extremely Touchy after sex, depending on if he's being the Dom or Sub he has two very different reactions.

Dom: he will pull you to him, keeping you on his lap as he just presses himself as close as he can. Peppering kisses across your shoulders or back if you are both laying together. He enjoys just keeping you close.

Sub: he is extremely needy, wanting to be kissed and cuddled and enjoys having you run your hand through his hair. Will soak up every bit of affection like it's the last time he will ever get it.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hands, Bob absolutely loves your hands, he loves them touching his face, running through his hair, massaging His scalp, holding them during sex or even just holding them in public. And he loves how they feel wrapped around his cock, how you can make him fall apart With just your hand.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He absolutely loves coming in your mouth when receiving oral. He will turn into a whining mess, gripping the back of your head as he drools into a pillow. He will chase your mouth during orgasm desperate to feel you take him as deep as you're willing too. He loves watching you swallow it or watching as it leaks out the side of your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He lets Void take over when he wants to try something but is afraid of asking, but if you let Void do it he feels comfortable enough to ask for it the next time. He doesn't want to seem like a freak and some things are too hard for him to ask for. Void loves to spill every dirty little secret of Bob's to you. Void himself loves that you match his and Bob's Freak.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bob isn't overly experienced but he has had sex and knows enough about what he wants. He used to fuck people or let them fuck him for his next hit. If he didn't have the money for drugs he used sex to get what he wanted and a bit of cash on the side.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowboy/cowgirl- he loves having you above him, being able to trail his hands up your stomach and chest and just watch you as you ride him. it gives him some sense of security that you have the high ground. He likes feeling safe with his partner

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn't try to be Goofy but sometimes he can stumble over his words and it turns into the both of you laughing during sex over something as silly as him mixing his words up. But one thing is for sure giggles are always involved when you are both getting undressed.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

They do match, Bob isn't particularly good with remembering to groom though. He does trim occasionally when he remembers and isn't in a full spiral. But the drapes do match the hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bob absolutely loves intimacy, you can lay naked cuddling this man for hours and he would just curl again your chest or pull you to his. He loves sharing showers and bathes with you, it's one way to actually get him to have decent hygiene is to go. “Bobby wanna have a bubble bath with me?” Or “pretty boy Shower time” he will melt into your touch in both the bath and shower.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off often, especially when he's alone, thinking about you makes it easier to focus on something good, something that doesn't make him feel dread. alot of the time you could just sit back and talk to him while he jacks off and he will become a mess. He loves hearing your voice.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bob has the biggest Praise Kink under the sun, just saying he's doing amazing, call him a pretty boy and he will be putty in your hands. Ride Him while telling him he's your pretty boy and he will just about bust.

Void on the other hand has a degradation Kink. He will insult you and degrade you before praising you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bathtub. Bob loves bathtub sex. He loves having you pressed against him in the confines of a small tub, one hand on your back the other on your hip as he gazes up at you like you're his whole world.

Close second is the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly this man can get worked up just from you giving him a look from across the room. Not to mention since he was experimented on during the Sentry project this man has been extremely repressed. Grab his hips, kiss up the back of his neck and you can work him up very easily.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mommy or Daddy Kink is a big no go zone for him. He has that much trauma and issues with his family that it's one off the table. He will stop if you call him daddy by accident. And he will not call you either mommy or daddy.

Non con is another close second for him. He's fine With being rough so is Void but Non Con roleplay is Off the table for both of them. Due to how often Bob let people take advantage of him when he was younger not to mention I believe he was a victim of sexual Abuse.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving, he loves giving oral to his partner.

He loves eating you out to the point he will wrap your legs around the back of his neck and shoulders as he goes to town. It is like a feast for him. Better than ecstasy Or other bad habits he had. And he will stay there for hours, working you up, it's messy and by the end his face is always a slick mess as he flicks his lips clean.

He also loves to suck you off, loves the feeling of your hands on the back of his head, guiding him. He loves to run his tongue up your length and kitten licks your tip as pre cum dribbles from it. And he loves when you make a mess across his face.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Bob is Slow and Sensual most times.

Sentry is Fast Sensual And loves to just watch you fall apart.

Void loves the Hard, fast approach

No matter who you get out of the group they will happily satisfy. Sentry doesn't make an appearance often but you can tell when Bob is feeling like he's invincible because there is a lot more power behind him and he Is very gentle with that power.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Bob and Sentry definitely prefer proper sex, getting to enjoy touching and cuddling you after you're both finished.

Void will often offer quickies because he already knows exactly how to make you fall apart in an instant before leaving you to Bob to be cared for.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Bob is taking more risk now, a lot more than he used to when you and he first got together, one of those things is He and Void taking turns teasing you and watching you squirm, beg and plead for an orgasm.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

None of them really go more than 2 rounds. As much as they enjoy having sex. Void and Sentry can only be held off so loʻng before Bob wants to just cuddle with you and hold you close. So it isn't often that either of them get a chance for more than 2 rounds before Bob is mentally exhausted.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bob never really did before you buy him a few. He doesn't use them often because he prefers his hand or you over toys, but he does enjoy when you use toys on him. And will occasionally use them on you because he likes to watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Void is the biggest tease. He is a masochist and loves making you suffer and it does slowly start to bleed into Bob as he becomes more confident. Trailing his hand up your thigh while in public, cupping your ass when he thinks no one else is looking. Subtlety feeling you up and teasing your close until you either pull him into a private area or you both get home.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bob is louder than you, he makes a lot of whimpers, whines, grunts and groans. He is very vocal during sex even if he's not trying to be. And his whimpers are truly delightful when you have him on his back.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sentry is the one who is least likely to show up during sex but when he does you can tell by the slight change of colour of Bob's eyes. The first time it happens he changes the position. Pulling you close to his chest and he pulls himself to be resting on his knees with your legs wrapped around his waist. He whispers sweet nothing to you the whole time.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's not overly large, about 4.7 flaccid to 5.1 erect, he's got nice girth to him, he doesn't really see himself as anything flash, but boy is he a sight to watch walk around the room naked or fresh out of the shower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Bob is repressed and has a rather high sex drive when he's motivated. Before he met you he didn't really have a reason to jerk off outside or occasional morning wood. Now it's pretty much if you touch him below the belt he's ready to go. You start teasing him and he will Let void take over and absolutely ravage you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Void and Sentry don't tend to stay long after a round, Bob on the other hand he is very quick to fall asleep during Aftercare. He will pull you to him or snuggle I to you. The two of you can be talking about something and he can be out so quickly. Other nights you can be the one asleep before him by nearly an hour and he will draw patterns and kiss dimples, scars or freckles across your skin.

Let me know if you want to be tagged for Any Bob reynolds fics.

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ashthesalamipiece · 13 hours ago

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Rice Balls & Existential Crises

Summary: Bakugo and (Y/N) already have two energetic daughters and a third baby on the way. One peaceful family outing for takeout turns into an exhausting ordeal for Bakugo when the girls unleash chaos and philosophical questions. Meanwhile, (Y/N) naps peacefully inside, completely unaware of the storm outside.

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It was supposed to be a simple evening.

Just a quick trip out for some takeout — something easy because (Y/N) was nearly nine months pregnant, and frankly, if she even thought about standing near a stove, she might burst into tears. Katsuki Bakugo, ever the (grudging) doting husband, had suggested they take the girls out for food.

Which meant he was now sitting outside a little local ramen joint, arms crossed, glaring at the sky like it personally insulted his choices in life.

"Papa," the youngest, four-year-old Aiko, tugged on his sleeve, blinking up at him with big red eyes that matched his. "Where do clouds go when they die?"

He blinked. "What?"

"Clouds. When they go bye-bye. Do they go to cloud heaven? Do clouds get old? What if we're clouds and we just forgot?"

Bakugo stared at her. "Are you okay?"

Meanwhile, their oldest, six-year-old Hana, had climbed onto the metal patio table and was howling like a wolf.

Literally.

People passing by were staring. Someone was filming. A dog barked back from across the street.

"Get down from there, damn it—!"

"Awooooo!"

"You're not a damn werewolf!"

"I am! Mama said I can be anything I wanna be, and I WANNA BE A WOLF! AWOOOO!"

Bakugo massaged his temples. "That’s not what she meant."

Inside the restaurant, (Y/N) was peacefully slumped in one of the booths, completely dead to the world, one hand resting over her swollen belly, mouth slightly open in the softest little snore. The staff had quietly offered her water, one of them even covering her with a spare apron like a blanket. She was so peaceful, so serene.

Meanwhile, her husband was contemplating whether it was too late to fake his own death.

Aiko tugged again.

“Papa.”

“What.”

“What if we’re all just part of a bento box in the sky, and the rice balls have feelings, and the soy sauce is our tears?”

Bakugo blinked slowly. “What the hell kinda anime are you watching?”

“I dunno. Hana said life is a cartoon and we’re just meat.”

“Meat?!”

“Awooooo!”

“GET OFF THE DAMN TABLE, HANA!”

But she was already jumping down and landing in a perfect superhero pose, scraping her knees and laughing like a little gremlin. “It’s okay! I used my quirk!”

“You don’t HAVE a quirk yet!”

“I do now! It’s chaos.”

He growled, shoving his hands through his hair, which Aiko took as a sign to climb into his lap. She patted his cheeks like a wise monk.

“Papa, do you think the baby inside Mama will like me?”

“Of course she will.”

“What if she doesn’t? What if she comes out and says, ‘Aiko is weird, I like clouds better,’ and then she floats away?”

“She’s not gonna float away! She’s a baby, not a balloon!”

“Balloon,” Aiko whispered dramatically.

Bakugo was starting to sweat. He checked the time. The food should’ve been ready ten minutes ago. He was 90% sure the cook was watching this chaos unfold and dragging it out on purpose.

Inside, (Y/N) yawned softly, eyes fluttering open. She blinked. The place was quiet. She felt great.

“Ah,” she stretched. “What a nice nap.”

She glanced at the clock and got up, waddling to the counter. “Hi! Is the order ready for Bakugo?”

The guy behind the counter nodded with a smirk. “Yeah. Good luck out there.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

Outside, Bakugo was now holding both girls—one under each arm—like sacks of rice.

“LET ME HOWL—”

“I WANNA TALK TO THE CLOUDS—”

“Shut it, both of you!”

He looked up and saw her stepping outside, holding the bag of food, looking radiant and refreshed like she’d just come from a spa day.

“Hey, Katsuki!” she chirped. “The food’s ready! You okay?”

He stared at her. His hair was a mess. One eye twitched. His shirt was stained with soy sauce, stickers, and the pure regret of parenthood.

“You look… tired.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at the kids. Looked back at her.

“I want a refund on our DNA.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Let’s go eat.”

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Later that night…

(Y/N) leaned over, gently tucking Hana into bed, who was now snoring like a dragon. Aiko was curled up with a cloud plushie, mumbling about bento-box philosophy.

Katsuki collapsed face-first into the couch, groaning into a pillow.

She sat beside him, rubbing his back.

“Rough night?”

He turned his head. “You fell asleep and left me with the two gremlins from hell. Hana became a wolf. Aiko became Buddha.”

She laughed softly. “Sounds like a regular Thursday.”

He grunted. “I love them. I really do. But I think I aged ten years.”

(Y/N) smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You’re doing amazing, Papa.”

He snorted. “I’m surviving. Barely.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“…Hey, Katsuki?”

“…Yeah?”

“You think the baby’s gonna be weird, too?”

“…I’d be shocked if she wasn’t.”

They both burst out laughing.

And somewhere in the house, a small voice whispered:

“Balloon…”

#my hero academia #reader #mha x reader #bhna #fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #funny

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psychocitywrites · 22 hours ago

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Hard Truths - III

Summary: Rafe Cameron has everything a man would want. Now he’s looking to settle down. He thinks he’s found the one that checks all the boxes, except she’s not you.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

You were captivated by the art displayed in front of you. Sculptures and paintings from the past and present depicting emotions such as love, anger, and sadness were in every corner of the exhibit.

It had reminded you of a time when you didn’t have as many responsibilities and work commitments. Now, ever since becoming Miss Hayworth's assistant, you were expected to be on call for whenever she needed you.

You had reminisced the first time you had ever gone to a museum, thinking of when you had first moved in to stay with your uncle. You'd been excited. You liked that the beach was just a drive away and how easy it was to make friends. However, after two weeks, you had felt homesick.

You had missed your mother's homemade cooking, your father's dad jokes, and even the snarky comebacks your siblings would say to you after an argument.

You didn’t want to worry them because they could barely scrape by as they did, and it was your uncle that that took you when he noticed you were feeling down.

One day he asked you, “Wanna go somewhere magical?”

You wanted to say you weren’t little anymore, but curiosity got the better of you, so you agreed. He drove you both to what seemed like a small shack on the outside but inside was another story. It had hundreds of butterflies on display with the names and where they came from. It was silly, but you felt like a kid again. All excited to see and learn about butterflies.

It was one of your fondest memories, and you hoped that you could give to Rafe what you uncle had gave to you all those years ago - joy

“I think this one is my favorite so far,” you pointed at a bronze statue and Rafe hummed in response. Rafe had never really talked to you much back when you lived in Kildare and the same could be said now. He seemed to be too engrossed in his surroundings like you'd been.

You had once imagined what it would be like to be in Rafe’s circle of friends, and now that you’re actually spending alone time with him, he was quieter than you expected. You always thought that you and him could have been good friends at one point, but you knew he didn't take kindly to pogues.

A lot had changed in over a decade and you were no exception. Back then, you were naive and gullible. You'd like to think you became more independent and self-sufficient after leaving the island. However, some things required more work such as your ability to always be a people pleaser and say yes to everything.

“This one,” Rafe pointed to a painting showing a single girl laying in a bed of flowers gazing up at the clouds. “reminds me of you.”

You stared at it and asked, “You think I’m a daydreamer?”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Nah, you were too much of a realist back in school. I’ll give you one more guess.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you said “Is it because you think I like flowers? Because I do.”

Rafe laughed at that and his eyes crinkled as he did.

Ba-dump. You could feel your heart beat a little faster and heat rushed up your cheeks. You knew Rafe was attractive but seeing him smile and laugh with you was making you swoon all over for him again.

“What kind of flowers do you like?” He asked.

“I prefer sunflowers.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

That made you smile wide.

You and Rafe walked past by a cheeky statue of Cupid about to shoot his arrow, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Here you were with someone you knew was out of you league, but at the moment you couldn’t help but feel as if you’re on cloud nine.

When you and Rafe had decided to finally exit the museum, the sun was starting to set. You’d both been inside walking for hours, and now your feet was aching, and your stomach was starting to grumble.

Rafe must have noticed because he recommended a nearby restaurant for the both of you to sit down in. It was a dimly lit restaurant that screamed extravagant when you walked in and the waiter that seated you had complimented the two of you as a good-looking couple.

“Oh, we’re not-” Your waiter walked away before you could refute his claims. As you sat alone at the table with Rafe, did you now see how it would look like to others. You were somewhat dressed up and so was Rafe. It definitely looked like a date from an outsider’s point of view.

Sighing, you glanced at the menu and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.

$150 for an appetizer? $25 for drinks?

“Um Rafe” You softly called. “I’m sorry but I don’t think this restaurant is within my budget.”

He looked at you like you were crazy. “I assumed I was paying since I recommended this place.”

“But-“

“No buts. It’s final.” He cut you off. “Consider this a thank you for today.”

You bit back an argument and just sat quietly before the waiter came back to take your order. You had chosen the cheapest thing on the menu and saw Rafe purse his lips. He was disappointed you didn’t truly order what you want, but you were uncomfortable spending so much of someone else’s money.

Your waiter had walked off with your orders and you looked down at your hands in your lap.

“I mean it. Thank you for today.” Rafe’s voice broke the silence. “It’s been a while since I could just do something fun like that.”

“I could say the same to you. The last time I went to a place like this was when I lived with my uncle. He used to tell me places like these were magical.”

You spoke fondly of the man who raised you for a short moment of your life.

“It is.” Rafe said to you. “I used to beg my dad to bring me here as a kid. You know, but he always asked me what was even to point of coming to places where all you see are just paintings I could look up online.” He bitterly recounted.

“But seeing the real thing…it’s just different. I guess it’s about experiencing things for myself that changes the perspective of it. Ya know?”

You were about to agree when your waiter came back with the food you and Rafe had ordered. Rafe began to slowly open up about his childhood little by little.

In turn, so did you. You both were the eldest of siblings and while your parents were supportive in your life choices, Rafe’s father constantly criticized his.

You frowned as you thought about it. Rafe as a little boy not getting the love and attention he deserved.

As you began finishing the last of your meal, the conversation between you and Rafe slowly died down and he asked for the check. When you walked out of the restaurant, the temperature had dropped enough for you to shiver slightly.

Before you even knew it, something warm covered your frame, and you looked to see that Rafe had given you his blazer. You wanted to protest but realized how stupid that would be since you didn’t bring a jacket, so you just thanked him.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked as you stepped on to the sidewalk.

“I can just wait for an Uber, Rafe.”

Before you could even bring up your phone, his hand covered your screen.

“Nah, I’m driving ya. Don't trust anyone to get ya home all in one piece” and that was how you ended up in his car on the way back to your home. It smelled like him. A fresh scent with a woody undertone. Definitely expensive, but you wouldn’t have expected any less from Rafe.

You put in your address and then Rafe began drive in silence. You just stared out the window, taking in the scenery of the city before he drove further along the way. Before long, he’d parked right outside of your house. It was small place with enough room for just you. You liked it since you finally had some privacy after growing up in a large family.

As you clicked the seatbelt off, Rafe interrupted the silence between the two of you. He seemed nervous, eyes not reaching yours and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Actually, before you leave, can I get your number? I'd like to ask you something.”

You blinked. Maybe he wanted to go out again, so you just nodded and asked for his phone. You felt giddy as he passed it to you. When you finished typing your number in, you asked him what he wanted to ask you.

“Well, I wanted to see if you can help me out with Heather."

Oh.

"I know she’s your boss and all but maybe you could give me some pointers on how to get on her good side.”

Your felt your heart drop.

So that’s why he was good to me today.

Gathering the rest of your thoughts, you looked at Rafe. He was now staring into your eyes, and you noticed a hint of uneasiness behind them.

It made you flustered. You wanted to scream into a void at how unfair the situation was. The boy you had once admired was telling you he fancied someone else. The same boy who made you feel like a genuine connection just to reveal it was all a ruse.

You didn’t want to feel any more embarrassed than you were now, so you collected yourself and mustered enough courage to just say, “Of course.”

With your consent, Rafe was surprised. Perhaps he didn’t think you would agree to his request, but you didn’t have a reason not to.

“Okay, great. I’ll text you if I have any questions then.”

He let you exit the car after that. You saw that he waited for you to unlock your door and step inside before he peeled out of your driveway.

You didn’t cry. You refused to. It would be stupid to cry over someone who didn’t even see you the same way, but you couldn’t help but feel sad and dejected. You weren’t even supposed to hang out with Rafe, but life had other plans.

You sighed as you leaned against your door. There's no use thinking about the past.

Walking to the kitchen, you grabbed a cheap bottle of wine and poured into a glass cup before taking to your bathroom. Carefully, you had removed your jewelry, dress, and makeup before soaking in a nice hot bath and then changing into pajamas.

You felt something hairy brush against your leg and looked down. A black cat with a fluffy tail rubbed himself on you.

“You love me. Right, Shadow?”

As if he could sense your sadness, he meowed at you, so you took him into your arms to cuddle with you on your bed. The soft vibrations of his purrs calmed your spirit and you listened to it until you fell into a deep slumber, not knowing what the next day would be like.

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