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ozzgin · 6 months ago

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Its been 6 months😭😭 pleaasseeee make a part 2 of the android x human story im beggingggg😭

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Yandere! Android x Reader (II)

Featuring your assigned android partner who is not as devoid of humanity as you originally thought.

Content: female reader, AI yandere, mildly NSFW, based on Caves of Steel

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The case had been solved.

Not only that, but you'd managed to prove that human officers were just as efficient as their robot counterparts. The Commissioner was beyond ecstatic, pacing back and forth in his office and finding new ways to praise your detective skills.

"That'll show those Spacers. They think some glorified tin box can match our skill?"

You frowned at his words and glanced to your side, where the android was sitting. He observed the Commissioner with the same polite smile, no hint of disagreement on his features. Was he not insulted? You questioned him once the formal meeting had finished.

"I have no reason to be offended, (Y/N). It is a personal opinion, and thus I have no control over it."

"So you don't mind people disliking robots to such an extent?"

He pondered your statement.

"I would certainly be upset if it was you who harbored the disdain. The beliefs of other humans hold no meaning to me otherwise."

You couldn't tell if he said it out of politeness, or if he actually meant it. Most likely the former, in order to part on good terms. After all, your partnership has reached its completion. He'd return to the Spacer Colony with his report on human customs, and you'd go back to your regular job.

Except he never left. Days later, he was still sipping on his morning coffee, lounging at your table. You fiddled with your cup in contemplation. Was there anything else left to do?

"When are you leaving, actually?"

The pale man raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.

"Is my presence here of such significant disturbance?"

"What? No!" you swiftly exclaimed, stumbling on your words. His lips widened in yet another cheeky grin. He was teasing you again.

"My assignment on Earth is done, thus I should have returned to the Colony already. That's what you're wondering about, yes? I am awaiting a response from my superiors."

"Whether you can go back?"

"No, whether my transfer has been accepted. I have applied to be your permanent partner."

You could feel your cheeks burning with heat. Was it that obvious to the synthetic that you enjoyed his company? Then again, he wouldn't have gone through such motions just for your sake.

"Why did you..." you probed sheepishly. There was no logical reason for him to keep working in a poorer, less advanced environment.

"Because I want to continue spending time with you."

Nonsense. An artificial being wouldn't make its decision based on such mundane, emotional reasons.

"I don't believe you."

"I understand. It is a faulty answer to come out of a machine. Though unlike common AI assistants, we have been invested with the capacity to develop likes and dislikes. Interests. Wants. It helps with variety and individualization."

"And you want to stay here? If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you have a crush on me or something", you attempted to joke.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence. Had you gone too far with your humor? Was it too cliché of a sentence? You turned away, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You just had to be witty, huh?

"I'm afraid I do not know what to tell you, (Y/N)."

"You don't need to say anything, it was a poor choice of-"

"Many social aspects have been implemented into my behavioral network. Workplace rapport, friendships, intimate relationships. What seems to be lacking is the transition from one to another. I know how to act as a romantic partner, but how does one achieve such a title in the first place?"

You gazed at him, incredulous. What was he trying to say?

"I am trying to convey that I am indeed infatuated with you. Which, then, makes my initial explanation dishonest: while I do appreciate our fruitful work cooperation, it is not a main reason for my decision. I hope this clears up any misunderstandings."

You'd never been a romantic. You sometimes flipped through sample pages of contemporary romance books at stores and community centers, but they always felt forcefully cheesy. Predictable. Consequently, you never had any grand dreams of passionate confessions under the rain.

On the other hand, you also didn't expect to be asked out in such a mechanical, calculated manner. Or that a machine would be the suitor. Yet there was something charming about his approach. For the first time since meeting him at the border, you saw him struggle. There was something human-like in his uncertainty.

You stood up from the table, and walked towards the android. Then, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, expressing the mutual feeling and understanding.

His eyes bore an eerie glint to them. It was most kind of you to offer a common ground, but he knew better. The affections you held for him were, with utmost certainty, a mere fraction of whatever overwhelmed him from the moment he encountered you. Limerence, obsession, compulsion, there were many definitions that aptly described his otherwise unexplainable desires towards you. Even more unexplainable was the fact they'd evolved from a blank slate, a programmed agent with no previous knowledge on feelings or humans.

You noticed his hesitation.

"Is there anything else troubling you presently?" you nudged.

Nothing of immediate urgency. Well, not for you, at least. The android remained thoughtful. What were the variables which needed to be met in order to initiate a sexual encounter? Would it have been inappropriate for him to suggest intercourse straight after this conversation? To him, it was a natural escalation he'd considered many times in the past. To you, it could've come as a sudden, crass, and hurried proposal.

He reached for your wrist and discreetly pressed a thumb against your skin. Judging from your resting heart rate, facial expression, and localized temperature, there was a fair chance you wouldn't reject his advances. Once the statistical risk had been assessed, he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Would it be possible to continue this in your bedroom?" he inquired, standing up.

"Alright, just don't...ask for approval for every single step" you retorted. You'd rather not become a narrator of your own pounding.

You open your eyes with a squint, greeted by unexpected natural light flooding your bedroom. Someone must’ve lifted the hologram blinds.

“My apologies, I hadn’t considered the discomfort it would cause you. My Spacer colony uses artificial lightning, though I am becoming rather fond of the natural sun rays here.”

Your android partner is meticulously preparing his outfit for the day. Judging by the stark nakedness and the glistening skin, you suppose he’s had a shower while you were still sleeping. You involuntarily furrow your brows and blush at the sight. He notices your embarrassment.

“A most surprising reaction. You have seen the very same genital organ…”, he says as he quickly checks his wristwatch, “...precisely eight hours and forty-five minutes ago.”

“It’s just…most people get dressed once they start doing other things. I also wear a towel for coverage when I come out of the shower.”

He processes your words.

“Hmmm. Illogical, but it explains your reaction.”

You stand up and stretch with a prolonged yawn. Suddenly, a revelation hits you: your mind flashes with images of the android fondling your body, your ears ring with the shameless moans you’ve let out throughout the night. Your face turns pale.

“Listen, when is your next functional inspection?” you ask, without waiting for the synthetic to answer. “Will they, uh…will they have access to all of your memories?”

You know that the android permanently records all data and saves it into a memory unit. It’s a pointless fear, of course. The Spacers couldn’t care less about irrelevant details. If the intended tasks are fulfilled, what happens on the side is out of their concern. Yet you don’t exactly appreciate the possibility of your personal deeds airing like this, before the eyes of multiple engineers.

“You may rest assured, whatever involves your privacy will not be included in the examination.”

“Do you get to decide what is checked and what isn’t?”

“No, most data is sampled randomly.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Then how-”

“It is not common practice, nor encouraged by our code of ethics. I can, however, choose which information is available to begin with.”

“What? I thought you’re fully controlled by whoever created you. If they so desired, couldn’t they open you up and take whatever they require?”

The robot smiles at your assumption and takes a few steps towards you.

“Once an android model is finished, one can no longer modify the processor. Not without compromising everything else with it. It is not a device to be deconstructed, (Y/N).” He taps his temple, then continues: “I am a biocomputer. While most of my parts are mechanical, my processor is a cortical organoid developed in a laboratory. A human brain, if you will.”

Somehow, the discovery fills you with dread. A living organ, encapsulated within a machine. What does that say about consciousness? About self-awareness? The Spacers didn't just tinker with metal scraps and smart computers. They artificially birthed life.

You were always under the impression that your robot companion is closer to the computer you have on your desk. Billions of lines of code within a black box, which then lead to spontaneous, novel interactions with the outside world. To think that at the very core of his functions lies a clump of living cells...

Perhaps you weren't so different, after all. The line between machines and humans is suddenly blurred.

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simpingforstardew · 8 months ago

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a mini cozy harvey smut would be amazing if possible ❤️ 🤭

no pressure of course!

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: one mini cozy harvey smut, coming right up~ just some fluffy smut, pretty much no plot ♡ i really hope you like it !!

warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), reader is described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader receiving).

word count: 1.3k

Sparrows chirp outside as rays of the spring sunrise filter through your sheer curtains, casting a golden glow into the room. Beneath the layers of yarn blankets enveloping the bed, you luxuriate in their comforting embrace, basking in the tranquillity of the early morning.

Beside you, Harvey stirs, stretching languidly while he haphazardly pushes the duvet off his body. As he arches his back slightly, the fabric of his white t-shirt obediently follows the movement, riding up to reveal a glimpse of his belly underneath and the happy trail that adorns his midsection. Your eyes follow the trail down to his green plaid boxers, hanging loosely on his hips.

“Darling, you’re staring.” Harvey whispered through a grin, his morning voice more gruff than usual; his eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

You smile in spite of the blush that warms your cheeks, “I’m allowed, aren’t I?”

The doctor rubs his heavy eyes as a soft chuckle escapes his lips, “Shh, come here, you’re-,” A yawn interrupts him, “You’re so far away.”

“I’m only on my side of the bed, Harv,” You giggle, shuffling towards your boyfriend, “‘s not that far.”

He wraps you protectively in his arms, one hand lightly massaging your back while the other finds itself on the back of your head, pushing you comfortably into the warmth of his chest. Harvey’s chypre scent was just as comforting as the embrace. Your calloused fingers trace shapes into the skin under his t-shirt, trying to remember where each mole and freckle is.

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, looking up at him as another smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course, I just hope you know that I love you more.” He kisses your forehead. You still weren’t used to the tickle of his moustache.

You reach a hand up to caress his soft cheeks, while his viridescent eyes scan your face— as if he was memorising every feature. Harvey’s strong arms pull you impossibly closer as you stare at his mouth, your thumb delicately brushes along his lower lip.

Before you could tease him for the flush that was quickly colouring his cheeks, he leans down to kiss you.

His lips, soft and yielding, already carried the faint taste of coffee; it was intoxicating. A soft whine escaped his lips as you threaded your fingers through his dark hair, still tousled from sleep. Touching him feels like heaven; tasting him is like indulging in a forbidden fruit. It was the kind of adoration that devotees created worship for.

You hadn’t realized how desperately you needed this until this moment, a moment in which you two are the only people awake in the valley. Every sensation seems to converge into a single, overwhelming need for closeness.

Harvey’s large hand moves down to your thigh as it rests on his hip, tugging you desperately towards him, as he deepens the kiss. This kiss is nothing like your first just weeks ago: a gentle, yet nervous confession. This is carnally unrestrained; honest.

“Please I-,” the whispered plea slips out of your kiss bitten lips.

“Fucking insatiable,” Harvey chuckles softly, his lips still brushing against your own, before rolling to cage you between his arms. With your back now pressed against the plush sheets, Harvey took the opportunity to tug off his wrinkled t-shirt, fumbling with the hem before discarding it on the floor. With anybody else, at any other time in his life, perhaps he would have been too insecure to do so.

Harvey’s large frame hovers over you, his hand gentle on your neck as he leans in close. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers; you feel the warmth of his breath caress your ear, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me here— Please, I…” you beg, voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, “I need you, Harvey.”

He kisses down your neck, nipping just to see you squirm, as his hand caresses your chest beneath your t-shirt.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” he continues to praise you between kisses, marking your most sensitive areas as he makes his way down your body, “So pretty.”

As he shuffles down the bed, he lifts up your t-shirt to kiss your belly— blowing the occasionally raspberry in response to your embarrassed whines. You look down to see him comfortably snug underneath the duvet, kissing your inner thighs with delicate reverence before meeting your gaze.

“Hi.” he smiles, chuckling as he looks at you longingly.

“Hi.” you respond breathlessly, stroking the brunette waves of his hair. You involuntarily tighten your grasp when you feel the warmth of his breathe tease your clothed pussy; a sinful moan escapes his lips in response.

“Careful, darling,” Harvey exhales, “You don’t want me to come that fast, do you?”

Your breath hitches as you hopelessly buck your hips, feeling both of Harvey’s large hands reach to grab your ass “N-no, fuck— sorry.”

Your wetness soaks through your underwear as you feel Harvey’s deft fingers rub slow circles on your clit; his other hand moving to diligently massage your tense hips. Despite the doctor’s dominant act, you could feel him grinding against the soft mattress as he pants pathetically. He glances up with puppy dog eyes, through the hair that had cascaded down his face, to watch for your reactions.

“Do you-,” you whimper, interrupted by the increasing speed of your boyfriend’s fingers, “Do you want to fuck me, puppy?”

“More than I’ve wanted anything,” Harvey sits up, tugging off your underwear, “but right now, I need to taste you.”

Harvey is quick to begin lapping up your juices, occasionally moaning to send vibrations through your sensitive cunt. He is committed to satisfying every inch of your sex so much it almost overstimulates you. His hot mouth, his coarse moustache, his wet tongue, all determined to make you climax.

“So gorgeous for me like this, darling,” Harvey gasps; all you can do— all you want to do— is whimper and moan as you weakly grind against his face.

Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside you— the mess of your anticipation from Harvey’s unrelenting praise making the perfect lube. The delectable stretch just barely satisfies the heavy ache in your pussy; so you roll your hips in time with his digits as they slide in and out, hitting just the right spot. With his fingers fucking you, he continued to eat you out like a man starved. You spread your legs further when he pulls you closer to his face, resting one thigh on Harvey’s shoulder.

“Mmm, p-please.. Fuck—” your moans were becoming unintelligible, your boyfriend’s ministrations unravelling you completely, “Please, Harv’— I’m so close.”

Snapping your hips back and forth, Harvey’s nose nudges against your clit as he groans beneath you; you quickly came undone. As you stumble blissfully towards your release, your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls slack; wanton cries fill the room. You feel your legs continue to shake when Harvey pulls his fingers out, the absence of his touch making you whine.

“So good for me, I got you. There you go—,” Harvey soothes; as you open your eyes again, you’re greeted by the sight of him sucking your juices from his fingers. His unwavering eye-contact leaving you breathless, “All for me.”

He makes his way back up the bed, bringing you back into his arms as you catch your breath; after a few moments, your light-headedness fades as you ground yourself in his embrace.

“Wait, Harv—” you mumble, “What time is it? You don’t have to be in the clinic today do you?”

“Shh, don’t you worry, Maru has everything sorted out for today,” he traces shapes in your back, almost lulling you back to sleep, “How about I get you some water while you go to the toilet, then I can make us some breakfast? Is that ok, honey?”

You nuzzle into his chest, nodding emphatically to his morning plans, “Sounds perfect.”

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deliciousangelfestival · 4 days ago

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You're the One - 1

Summary: A daughter uncovers the wild, untold story of how her parents’ marriage began—and it’s way better than any romance movie she’s ever watched.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Words Count : 2,100

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Having a cool dad like Bucky is a blessing. For Jade, it definitely is. Her friends, after meeting him, always say things like: “He’s so cool!” “He’s so funny!” or even, “Can we trade dads?”

Jade could only roll her eyes. Sure, Bucky’s pretty chill and easygoing about most things, but there’s one thing that drives her crazy.

It’s not a big deal for her, but for Bucky, it’s a huge one.

Romantic movies, especially where the bride runs away from the wedding.

That’s why their house only has action and mystery movies.

But tonight, Jade wants to watch one of her favorite genres at home. Why? Because their home theater is amazing, a special project Bucky built for his wife and daughter.

Unfortunately, her dad’s silly rules mean she can’t enjoy it.

But tonight is different. He’s heading out to pick up her mom from the airport.

Jade is sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for her dad to leave.

In the hallway, Bucky stands in front of the mirror, fixing his hair and shirt while whistling a tune. Through the mirror, he notices Jade watching him.

“Don’t have a house party,” he says, pointing at her with mock sternness.

“Yes, yes,” Jade replies, hopping off the counter. She walks over, pushes him toward the garage, and tosses him the car keys. “Go pick up Mom.”

Bucky chuckles as he stumbles slightly. “Alright, alright. You’re awfully eager to get rid of me tonight.”

She smirks. “I just know how much you missed her. You two will probably go straight to dinner or something. Now, go!”

Bucky shakes his head, amused, and heads to the car. But as he opens the door, he suddenly stops.

“Wait… my wallet.”

He heads back inside.

“Jade?” he calls out. No response.

On the counter, his wallet sits neatly next to the fruit bowl. Grabbing it, he pauses. The house feels… too quiet.

“Jade!” he calls again, louder this time.

Still no answer. Frowning, he checks the living room and kitchen before heading upstairs. Knocking on her bedroom door, he’s met with silence.

“Did she sneak out?” he mutters. That didn’t seem like her.

Then it hits him. The home theater.

As he walks back downstairs, the faint smell of buttered popcorn wafts through the air. His suspicions confirmed, he pushes open the theater door.

“Jade!”

Startled, Jade nearly drops her popcorn but manages to save most of it. “Dad!”

She fumbles for the remote, pausing the movie and quickly turning off the screen. Her heart races—the scene on display had been the bride in a wedding dress.

Bucky strides forward, picks up the DVD case, and reads the summary. With a single glance, he knows exactly what it is.

“Jade, how many times have I told you? No romantic movies like this in my house.”

“But why?” she groans, flopping dramatically into her seat. “We have the best home theater! I just want to use it!”

Bucky crosses his arms, his expression stern. “Because they’re predictable. It’s always the same: someone’s crying, someone’s chasing, someone’s kissing. And the bride always runs away for some cliché reason.”

Jade huffs. “Why do you hate them so much? It’s not like Mom ever ran away from a wedding or something.”

The moment she says it, Bucky freezes.

Jade stares at him, her eyes widening. “Oh my God. Wait—she did, didn’t she?”

Bucky doesn’t answer. He turns and heads toward the door, but Jade jumps up, running after him.

She wraps her arms around his waist, trying to hold him back. “Dad! Is it true? Did Mom run away? How did you chase her? Why am I just finding out now?”

“I’m going to be late picking her up,” Bucky mutters, dragging himself forward with his daughter clinging to him like a koala.

Then, a notification chimes.

Both father and daughter glance at the phone on the counter.

The family group chat reads: “The flight’s delayed three hours. 😔”

Jade grabs the phone and shows him. “Look, Dad! Mom won’t be here for another five hours.”

Bucky sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Please tell me!” Jade begs. “I promise I won’t watch the movie. This is way more interesting. Why did Mom run?”

Bucky turns to her with a serious expression. “She didn’t run away.”

“Huh?” Jade tilts her head, confused.

“She didn’t run away,” Bucky repeats. “I kidnapped her on her wedding day.”

The room goes silent.

Jade’s jaw drops as she points an accusing finger at him. “You… you stole Mom from someone else?! You're the bad guy!"

Bucky rolls his eyes and pushes her hand down. “If I hadn’t, she wouldn’t have had a happy life.”

He heads to the kitchen, grabs a cold bottle of water from the fridge, and takes a long drink.

Jade, now buzzing with excitement, follows him like a shadow. “Tell me! Tell me everything! How did that happen?”

Seeing her curiosity, Bucky sighs and gestures to the couch. “Fine. Sit down. I’m only telling this story once.”

Jade darts to the couch, grabs her popcorn, and settles in, eyes wide with anticipation.

Bucky clears his throat and leans back against the counter. “Alright. It was 15 years ago…”

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15 Years Ago

The changing room in the chapel buzzes with excitement. Your bridesmaids gather near the mirrors, giggling and chatting as they adjust their dresses and share jokes.

“Oh, did you see the flower arrangements?” one of them exclaims. “The Jordans really went all out!”

“They’re stunning. Just like this wedding,” another adds with a dreamy sigh.

Their energy fills the room, but you sit quietly in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. The white wedding dress you’re wearing is nothing short of a masterpiece. Designed by a world-renowned fashion house, it fits you perfectly, every intricate detail exuding elegance. The lace, the pearls, the veil—it’s flawless.

But it doesn’t feel like yours.

“You’re so lucky,” one of the bridesmaids says, leaning toward you with a knowing smile. “Everything about this wedding is perfect. And Clark? He’s an absolute catch. You’re living a dream!”

You force a smile, your lips twitching just enough to look convincing. “Yeah… lucky,” you reply softly, though your voice lacks conviction.

In truth, you don’t feel lucky. You feel trapped. This wedding isn’t about love; it’s about business. The Jordans—one of the wealthiest families in the country—are securing an alliance with your family. It’s an arrangement, a deal sealed with vows.

It’s not that you dislike Clark. He’s kind, patient, and honest—a good man by anyone’s standards. The wedding is happening with your consent, after all.

Still, your heart feels heavy, uneasy. Marriage is forever. And with Clark? The problem is, you don’t love him. Not yet.

You hope, maybe after the wedding, the love will grow. Maybe with time, you’ll learn to love each other deeply. But right now, your heart is stuck in the past.

It doesn’t belong to Clark—it belongs to someone else.

Bucky.

The thought of his name makes your breath hitch. That wild man who once turned your world upside down. He was nothing like the calm, dependable Clark. Your parents couldn’t stand him, but you didn’t care. You chose him. For a while, you and Bucky were unshakable, inseparable—until life threw challenges your way, and the weight of it all broke you apart. He was the one who ended it, leaving you shattered.

Your gaze drifts to the window. You wonder where he is now. Is he happy? Did he achieve his dreams? Has he found someone else?

You shake your head and whisper to yourself, “Why am I even thinking about him?”

Pressing your palms to your cheeks, you try to push the thoughts away. It’s your wedding day. You should be focused on Clark, not your ex. You give yourself a light tap on the forehead. “Stop it,” you mutter.

But just as you’re about to take a deep breath, the door to the changing room bursts open with a loud bang.

Startled, you whip your head around, your eyes widening.

“Bucky?!”

There he is, standing in the doorway like he’s just stepped out of a different world. His leather jacket looks completely out of place among the pristine suits and elegant dresses. His dark jeans and worn boots carry the same rugged confidence you remember.

“What are you doing here?” you stammer, rising to your feet, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might leap out of your chest.

He steps closer, a familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?” he says, his voice low and teasing. “I’m here to steal the bride.”

Your breath catches, and your mind races. “Huh?” is all you manage to get out.

Before you can process what’s happening, he closes the distance between you. In one swift motion, he grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Bucky!” you shriek, pounding your fists against his back. “Put me down! Are you insane?!”

He chuckles, his grip firm as he carries you toward the door. “A little, yeah. But you’re not staying here.”

Your bridesmaids are frozen in shock, their mouths agape. One finally breaks the silence with a panicked, “Somebody stop him!”

But no one moves. Maybe it’s the sheer audacity of the moment, or maybe it’s the dangerous confidence in Bucky’s eyes. Either way, you find yourself being carried out of the room, your heart racing in a way that feels strangely familiar.

“Bucky!” you shout again, your voice laced with equal parts anger and panic. “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, I can,” he replies smoothly, “and I am.”

As he strides down the hallway, you struggle to free yourself, but his grip doesn’t falter. Despite the chaos, there’s a part of you—a small, buried part—that feels alive in a way it hasn’t in years.

And that terrifies you.

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soobnny · 5 months ago

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dating him | lee know

❝ come over, the cats miss you ❞

if he wasn’t a menace before (impossible btw), he sure as hell is now

this man is relentless

teasing as his love language

just loves riling you up bc he thinks ur reactions are so cute

and he smirks a lot too

if he wasn’t so damn attractive, u would’ve wiped that smirk off his face !!!!!

“wait min, i got a text”

“nice to know you have friends”

u hate him 😭😭😭😭😭

he’s such a little shit that he’s even rilling u up during ur dates

laser tag games where he kisses you to distract you before taking you out

HE’S SO MEAN

he’d push you against the wall with a sly smirk and you think you won’t fall for it again, but you do

every single time

u should’ve known better

this is lee “resident cheater in all possible games” minho

anyways

he is also an ass lover ❤️❤️❤️

i’m sorry but u cannot go into a relationship with him without expecting him to always have his hand on ur ass in some way

so in short

the trope is giving u thought he was out of ur league but he’s actually a weirdo

so now u’re dating the Weird Kid

(u wouldn’t want it any other way)

his other love language is acts of service

i said in my chan one that minho also gives Chief Hong from hometown cha3

like tell me i’m wrong

man wife #2

he is ur personal handyman

he’s just good at everything

will most probably only do it for u tho

seungmin: hyung can u fix my sink

minho: no

seungmin catching strays 😂😂

you: babe—

minho: what do you need me to do now

he says it in fake annoyance too

but he’s got his tools in his hand already ready to do whatever u want

obsessed i tell u

he drives u around too

if you have an event, a party, a project, anywhere you need to be

he’ll drive u there

he always makes time

AND he picks you up too like shut up

it could be a party that finishes at 2am and he’s just waiting for your call to pick you up

sometimes, you tell him he can just sleep early bc your friend will give you a ride home

when you get home, look … he’s still awake

he’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time to make sure you’re safe

BUT he doesn’t say anything

the moment he sees you’re alive and breathing (and doesn’t need taking care of), he’s on his way to the bedroom to sleep

when u look around, he’s done the chores already

he just does things to lessen the load that u might have u know

if u’re so stressed with anything, he’d silently clean up ur room or bring u food

so u don’t have to think about that anymore

also the best chef in town btw

he likes cooking together

and by cooking together i mean like he does all the work and u just stay there and keep him company

he can’t risk ur clumsy ass injuring urself

comforts u thru his cooking too

would baby u and feed u when u’re sad

his favorite dates with u are quiet, homemade dinners

just likes being with u and u only

away from everyone else

as niki would say, i don’t like anyone except sometimes you

it’s in moments like those that he just unwinds and shows u his softer sides

he’s honestly just so gentle and soft

he looks at u with stars in his eyes

ugh such an attentive listener too

sometimes u think he isn’t listening, but he’s got it all memorized

“yeah u mentioned it on our date 3 months ago”

like damn

anyways, moving on

his pet names for u give olden times

honey, darling, jagi

but also loser, idiot, stupid girl (endearingly)

so u two are giving me old married couple

u’d both wake up early and have coffee or tea together and just talk abt anything

also this is far into the future but like

sneak peek at minho as ur husband

i think u two would be the type to have a garden

like gardening would be ur little hobby

he grows fruits and vegetables

u beg to grow flowers

OK BACK TO BOYFRIEND MINHO

randomly sending selfies thru the day

THOSE selfies

u know what i’m talking abt

forces u to send selfies back

(ur photos are all saved and hidden in his phone but he will never tell u that)

oh u’ve also become his cats’ mom btw

one of ur favorite errands to do is going grocery shopping for his cats

u’d always end up buying them a gift

“u’re the reason my cats are spoiled”

SUUUUUUURE minho suuuuuuure

cat fashion shows

like dress to IMPRESS

(btw idk why but i feel like u could force him to play roblox with u)

he also uses his cats to lure u to visit him btw

“soonie misses u, u’re being a bad mother”

it’s just him who misses u let’s be real

and if ur favorite thing to do with him is cat shopping, his is walking by the han river with you

he loves walking

esp when it’s with you

just a peaceful walk tbh like yall don’t even have to say anything

tho sometimes when he’s feeling playful, he’d suddenly play tag with you

ends with both of u just sitting by the river and looking at the lights and the stars and holding hands or maybe ur head on his shoulder

damn wish that were me fr

when u go home, u watch some variant of a trashy reality tv show together

u’ve basically seen it all

but if anyone were to ask u what happened in those shows, yall wouldn’t know

u two were too busy just making out instead of paying attention

or falling asleep

old married couple i’m telling u

expect to also be dragged into his camping

when he has particularly long days off, he’d propose going camping together

ah, the beauty of warm bonfires and quiet conversations

he’d take good care of you the whole time

like yessss do your job as a man and fix up this entire camping site

and he does

tho, aside from camping, he’d also suggest hiking to take in the view of the mountains and the pretty sky

u’d wake up early on both occasions just to watch the sun rise

in contrast to these very productive activities, sometimes minho also just loves lazy sundays where you just cuddle for the entirety of the day

what more could he want

u and his cats with him

that’s honestly just the dream

good luck cat mom

have fun acting like an old married couple with lee know

he is the dream man

nonchalant to anyone else except u

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navybrat817 · 9 months ago

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Wish, Hope, Dream

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You thought a night would be long enough to clear your head, but a bit of doubt lingers in your mind. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Slight angst, insecurities, longing, Natasha and Sharon being both good friends and devil's advocates, ongoing AU, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) Previous Part of AU: We Don't Talk Anymore A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! Sorry again in advance, lovelies. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You thought having answers would give you peace and allow you to rest before facing Bucky in the morning. Oh, how wrong you were. The tussle between your mind and heart didn’t stop, giving you one of the worst nights of sleep that you could remember in a long time. At least your pillow had dried from your tears.

And what was it that you were crying for? Relief that Bucky had feelings for you or were you mourning the lost time you could’ve had together had you two talked sooner? Perhaps both.

“Just get up,” you mumbled, willing yourself to get out of bed and lay out a random sundress to wear.

You wondered if anyone else was awake as you showered and brushed your teeth. Guilt crept in for skipping out on game night. Whatever transpired between you and Bucky, you couldn't let any of those feelings bleed into the rest of the time with your friends. You had to suck it up no matter the outcome.

Glancing down the hall as you left your room, your gaze lingered on Bucky’s door before your footsteps moved in that direction. You raised your hand to knock, wanting to check on him and make sure he got enough sleep. Part of you was tempted to sneak in and crawl into bed with him. Not even completely for sex, which you did not need to think about, but to have him hold you close and assure you that everything would be okay.

And to stop torturing yourself.

But you let your hand fall. You didn't want to assume that he wanted to see you first thing upon waking up. Assumptions and not communicating were what led you on this path to begin with. But you didn't want to smother him.

We can still figure it out together.

You crept downstairs, spotting a few empty bottles from the night before. The main floor was dark, minus the sunlight coming in through the windows and the kitchen. You stayed quiet when you saw Natasha and Sharon huddled together in a hushed conversation by the counter.

Which stopped the moment you walked into the room.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were talking about you. Not with the concerned look in Sharon’s eyes. Natasha, on the other hand, stared back at you in contemplation. At least it wasn't pity. You couldn't take that.

Did Bucky tell them? Or did they figure it out?

“Hey. Sorry for skipping game night,” you said, shifting on your feet as your gaze flickered between them. “Guess Steve and Sam aren't up yet?” You asked, purposely not mentioning Bucky.

“Don’t need to apologize,” Sharon said, concern continuing to show in her eyes. “I think they’re getting a run in.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. Looking between them again, you hoped things wouldn't be this awkward for the rest of the week. “Am I interrupting? I can just grab breakfast when you two are done.”

“Not interrupting. Go sit in the living room,” Natasha urged, nodding toward the direction of the couch. “Look like you could use a pick-me-up.”

“Smoothie?” You guessed, glancing around at the array of fruit ready for blending.

“Oh, yeah. Better than coffee,” the redhead teased as she threw a few pieces into the blender with some ice, bringing a small smile to your face as you went back to the living room. She was a good friend.

All of them were.

“You okay?” Sharon asked, sitting beside you on the couch.

You hesitated for a moment. You adored them and always would. But when it came to Bucky, you feared everyone would always side with him over you. Your chest tightened at the thought that if things went south you’d get left behind.

And hadn't you been left behind once before?

“Yes and no,” you answered, not wanting to expand completely yet as Natasha walked in and handed you a glass, your hands gripping it tight. They didn't need to deal with your issues, did they? “Did Bucky talk to everyone? I’m guessing he said something since you two are looking at me like I'm going to break.”

“We don’t think you’re going to break, but you look on edge,” Natasha answered, taking a seat when you didn't disagree. “The guys talked to him a little bit. He wouldn't give them all the details, but we know you two had a long overdue chat.”

“And the way you bolted upstairs last night and how he looked like a kicked puppy, we guessed it didn't go well,” Sharon added, raising an eyebrow. “I think Nat wanted to kick his ass.”

“He looked like he kicked his own ass. Would've just been rubbing salt in an open wound if I did anything else,” she said with no trace of humor. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It may help,” Sharon said.

Maybe.

With a deep breath, you told the girls what had happened. How you and Bucky admitted that you had feelings for each other, which neither of them appeared surprised by in the least, but that you walked away from him once the talk was over. How you wished you would’ve given him a chance then and there, but didn’t. It helped and hurt to tell them about it.

You hung your head by the time you finished, your throat tight. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, swallowing a little. “This is supposed to be a fun trip and I’m messing it up with my issues.”

Sharon rubbed your back as you took a sip of your smoothie. “Hey. You’re our friend. You didn't do anything wrong or mess anything up, okay? We all love Bucky, but he's an idiot.”

“Huge idiot. Don't know what you see in him,” Natasha winked as you scoffed. You would always try to see the good in him, even when you were upset. “But I have to say, I’m glad you two finally told each other how you feel.”

“Took you long enough,” the blonde teased halfheartedly. “Kind of hoped you would've said something before we showed up.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. The gang ran late to the beach house on purpose. Of course, they did. The girls were perceptive. Always had been. “So, you knew.”

“Everyone knew, except for the two of you. What’s that trope?” Natasha questioned, her gaze directed at Sharon. “Idiots in love?”

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “You two are a walking romance novel, torturing yourselves for no good reason.”

“So, I'm an idiot then?” you said, narrowing your eyes when they both opened their mouths. “You know what? Don’t answer that.”

You beat yourself up enough.

“Like I said, I’m glad you told him and now you finally have confirmation that he feels the same way,” Natasha said, cocking an eyebrow. “What's the problem then?”

“What do you mean?” You replied.

“You said you took the night to think, but you don't exactly look like you're ready to move forward.”

“Because I don't know if I am,” you admitted.

You were overthinking the situation. You wanted to be with Bucky, but some of your wall was still up and you didn't know how to tear the rest of it down. Why was it so hard?

“Look, I'm not excusing what Bucky did because he's an idiot for going out with Dot instead of talking to you, but you know how he feels now,” Natasha began, diplomatic and level-headed like always. “Do you plan to keep him at a distance as a way to protect yourself? Or are you maybe punishing him just a little bit for seemingly abandoning you?”

Leave it to her to ask the tough questions.

“I'm not trying to punish him,” you promised. Both of you had punished yourselves enough. “I just don't want him to hurt me. I mean, I spent two years thinking he'd never want me, but he just didn't want to fight for me,” you said, tears brimming your eyes.

“Or maybe he thought he never stood a chance and settled,” Sharon said. “Which, again, he’s an idiot. Most guys are.”

“So, what are you saying? That I should just pretend the last two years didn't happen?” You asked.

“No,” they said in sync.

You huffed. Why were girls both direct and cryptic? “Then what are you saying?”

Natasha grabbed a tissue and handed it over when a tear slid down your cheek. “We’re saying that we think Bucky is genuinely sorry for his stupid assumption and wants you to be his girl. Start slow if you have to and set the ground rules. If it means him apologizing every day with his words and actions, he will. And we know if you gave him your heart, it would be the last thing he'd break. Don’t you owe it to yourself to be happy?”

“Yeah. Maybe just start with a date,” Sharon said, tilting her head when you didn’t say anything. They were only trying to help, but why did it feel like pressure of sorts? Did they fully understand your apprehension? “You really don't see how he looks at you, do you?”

“Why would I when I convinced myself he'd never want me?” You whispered.

Bucky had convinced himself of the same thing. Maybe the two of you were idiots. How long would you continue to torture yourself? They had a point. Why not start with one date and see where it led?

What would be the harm in that, besides risking your whole heart?

“Well, we see how he looks at you,” Sharon said, her eyebrows shooting up. “Wait. I have it.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Have what?” She asked. You wondered the same thing.

The front door opened before you got your answer, your heart skipping a beat when Bucky stopped in the doorway with a beach bag in hand. You realized after a moment that he was still in the same clothes he wore the day before, his eyes bloodshot as he looked your way. His hair was disheveled, too. He didn’t look like he slept well, if at all.

It broke your heart.

“Hey, Butterfly,” he croaked when you got to your feet, clearing his throat with a tired smile. “You look beautiful.”

“It’s just a sundress, Dreamboat,” you said, the compliment making your stomach flip before you took a step toward him. “Are you okay?”

His eyes lit up. “You’re still calling me that?”

“Of course, I am.” you smiled softly. He’d always be your Dreamboat. “Did you get any sleep?” You added, sighing when he confirmed your suspicion with a shake of his head. Had you been on his mind? “Why not?”

He gripped the bag handle like a lifeline. “I needed to find a way to say I’m sorry. Tried writing a letter and it wasn't enough.”

Your heart swelled, glancing back at the girls as they both gave you an encouraging smile. “Look. Before you do anything, why don’t you take a nap?” You suggested. “It’s still early and I’m not going anywhere.”

“A nap sounds like a good idea before volleyball,” Natasha said, leveling Bucky with a look. “In fact, why don’t you get him to bed?”

“Nat,” you hissed. Of course, she’d suggest you take him upstairs.

“Yeah, we’ll catch up with you two in a bit,” Sharon said.

The hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes was irresistible. “Come on,” you said, taking his arm once he kicked his shoes off. You felt his gaze on you as you took him up the stairs. It amazed you that he didn’t trip over his own feet since he kept his eyes on you. “I can tell you’re staring at me.”

“I half expected you to be gone this morning,” he said, opening his door. “I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

Your stomach dropped. “You think I’d bolt after the conversation we had?” You asked. Did he think little of you now?

He chuckled under his breath. “I said half expected,” he teased.

Instead of releasing your arm, he pulled you into his room before you could protest. It wasn’t a good idea to be there, yet there you were. Not fighting it as he pulled you toward the bed.

His large, inviting bed.

“So, what’s in the bag?” You asked curiously to distract yourself as he set it down and stretched out on the bed, pulling you down with him. He gave you plenty of room so you wouldn’t have to cuddle close. He also left the door cracked open.

He was giving you an out.

“I can’t show you yet because I have to put it together,” he yawned, giving you an apologetic smile. “It’ll spoil the surprise otherwise.”

A giddy smile appeared on your face. He was actually going to make you something. “I’ll be patient,” you said, letting him keep your hand in his.

“Haven’t we been patient long enough?” He asked, his hair falling in his eyes as he gazed at you. Even exhausted, he was breathtaking. “I know you needed the night to think it over.”

The smile fell from your face, silence stretching in the room before you squeezed his hand. “Bucky, you need to get some sleep.”

He couldn’t mask the dejected look on his face. It wasn’t an outright rejection, but you hadn’t exactly declared that you should move forward. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice thick. “All I could see were the tears in your eyes and knowing I caused them.”

“It’s okay,” you told him. It was an assurance for yourself, too. You were okay and he hadn't tried to hurt you.

“It’s not okay,” he argued, the familiar determination back in his eyes. “And I don’t want to sleep. I want to make you smile. I want to win you a stuffed animal at the carnival.”

“You promised me that at dinner yesterday,” you teased.

“I want to take you dancing,” he added, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

You could easily picture him smiling as he twirled you around and moved to the beat. Maybe that could be your first actual date. “As long as you don’t step on my feet.”

“I want to take you to bed,” he whispered,

You inhaled, your heart pounding at the implication. “Bucky…”

“I want to hear about your day. The little things, even the details that you think are mundane,” he said, scooting a bit closer. “I want to be the one you talk to and depend on again.”

Each declaration worked its way into your heart. Why couldn’t you just take the leap of faith? “We can’t just-”

“I want you to be my girl,” he said, his face inches from yours. “I want to give you everything.”

Your heart screamed at you to comfort him, kiss him, to tell him the same. “Bucky, you’re not giving me anything until you get some sleep,” you whispered, resting a hand on his cheek. He needed rest. “Please, for me?”

“I’m afraid if I close my eyes, I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone,” he whispered, fighting to keep his eyes open. “I can't lose you again.”

You didn't want to lose him either. “You won't lose me because I’m not going anywhere. I said we’d figure this out together and I meant that,” you promised, needing to give him hope. “Close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He finally shut them as he breathed out, “Butterfly, I lo…”

You gasped as Bucky trailed off, smiling to yourself as your eyes misted over. You weren’t going to run. Not from him. Not when you owed it to yourself to be happy.

You told yourself that as his phone rang.

Even as Dot’s name showed on the screen.

It's fine, lovelies! 😭 Things will look up. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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candyheartedchy · 4 months ago

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Tried to draw them in my original style, but they kinda came out as redesigns I guess?? But I think they came out cute, so I’m sharing lol

#❤️ coffee fruit ❤️#self insert #self ship #🎨 chy creations 🎨#you know what I’m tagging this show too idc #chowder

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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Mission Control 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You clean your leg again. The wound looks and feels little better than the night before. The pulsing ripple of pain is a constant reminder, not that you can get that man out of your mind. Or your life.

You get ready for work numbly. You’re just going through the motions. You don’t know what else you can do.

Colin never returned your call. None of them. The window is broken. You don’t care. The window doesn’t matter. Breaking glass is far from the worst thing this man can do.

You get on the bus wearily. You sit at the front. Each stop, you look up, expecting the man. Some teens, then a man with a walker. You tense up each time the breaks squeal. He’s taunting you again, without even being there.

When your stop comes up, you get off and stand at the stop a few minutes, searching. You don’t if it’s better to see him coming...

You cross the lot and enter the mall. You stop at the coffee shop and get a latte. It won’t help but the warmth might help whittle away at your rigid muscles. You go to the tea shop. This time, it’s Jeremy at the counter.

“Hey, sup?” He asks as he put out the sample pitcher of fruit punch iced tea.

“Nothing,” you answer, eye dart to the mall corridor and back to the counter.

“Oh? Security was asking about you this morning.”

“Um... what?” You turn to him, “they were?”

“Yeah, something about a report last night. Said they were following-up. Something happen?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so concerned with anything. Not more than his phone. You shake your head.

“Just... a suspicious customer,” you shrug.

What’s the point in saying anything? You doubt his reaction will be any different than the police. Or that he could do anything more than offer empty platitudes. It’ll be okay. I’m sure the guy will get tired and leave you alone.

No, he won’t.

The look in his eye as he latched on and tore out your hair assured you of that. You can feel his grip, how strong he was, and you remember the way malice roiled off of him. He’s not just a man, he’s a monster.

“Hm, no surprise there,” Jeremy snorts. “Halloween collections coming tomorrow. This place is going to get stupid.”

“Of course,” you mutter without much thought.

You stare over the counter into the bright mall. Waiting. Watching. He wouldn’t do anything now. Now with Jeremy right there.

He would. He could. Last night on the bus, there were a dozen other passengers who didn’t give a shit about what he did. You put your hands on your head, gripping your skull as if it’s splitting in half. You show your teeth and whine.

“Woah, everything okay?” Jeremy moves towards you and you wince away from him.

“No! It’s not okay,” you spin and hurry into the back room. You grab your bag and your jacket and veer back out.

“Hey, where are you going?” He shouts as you race around the counter.

You don’t answer. You don’t have one. You just can’t stand still and wait for this man to show up again.

You charge through the mall and to the exit opposite the one you usually come in. You stop just outside, right before the tarmac and heave. What are you doing? Where are you going? Home isn’t safe. There’s nowhere else to go.

Your sister stopped talking to you when you called her boyfriend a deadbeat. Your parents took her side, like they always do, and the rest of your family doesn’t give a shit. Even if anyone did answer your call, they’d call you dramatic, or a liar. The latter is more likely.

The police didn’t listen either. Your landlord won’t fix your window or replace the chain, he won’t even bother to check his voicemail. So, what now?

You look around and your eyes snag on a dark figure. It’s him. Just beside one of the light poles. He stands unmoving, as motionless as the metal next to him. You trip backwards and twirl, bursting back into the mall.

You sprint through the corridors, ignoring the patrons as they send you looks, swerving and weaving around them. You turn and come out on the east side of the mall. You slow to catch your breath halfway across the lot.

What do you do? That stupid question has no goddamn answer. What are you doing? That one’s just as pointless.

You get to the patch of grass and climb up onto the sidewalk. You turn south and walk without seeing. Cars blow by on the street as you grip the straps of your knapsack. You just walk. No where in particular.

You cross and continue down the next block, and the one after that, and the one after that. When you’re dizzy and tired, you find a bench and sit. You bend forward and cradle your head. Your lungs burn, your legs too. Your head pounds from fatigue.

You just sit there. When you sense gentle brush next to you, weigh creaking on the slats of the bench, you don’t look. You already know. It doesn’t matter how he found you. The inevitability was a given.

Silent, still, you languish.

You flinch only as he wraps his hand around your wrist and forces your hand away from your head. You sit up and he stands. He tugs you with him. You sway on your feet and he strides forward. You stumble along with him. Not a word, not a glance in your direction.

He just marches on and you have no choice but to go with him.

#steve rogers #captain hydra #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #mission control #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers

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jacky93sims · 3 months ago

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Sweet Tooth Ice Cream Machine Functional for The Sims 2

This is a conversion from Sims 4, low poly. It's a functional machine that can be used to prepare 7 different ice cream cones. They are based on the Fruit Ice Cream Set from ONI, but I added additional tastes.

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tarjapearce · 1 year ago

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Lips anon! MY HEART 😭 Gabi is such a sweetheart ❤️ Imagine her being particularly pouty, and when Mama asks what's wrong, she's like "I want a little sibling!"

Mama thinks it's funny, but later that night, Miguel is like, "Gabi wants to be a big sister. We should get to work, cariño..."

I can just picture this like:

Gabriela wasn't a quiet child, perhaps a bit pouty when she thought too much on something, another trait inherited from Miguel. And you couldn't help stare at her as she had fixated her somewhat little glare on the fruit she was munching on.

"Are you ok, cariño?"

She just nodded and you stopped chopping some vegetables for tonight's dinner.

"Something on your mind?" You prodded softly not wanting to be overbearing or too pushy. She sighed.

"Everyone in school is talking about how fun is to be an eldest sibling, and Raquel is always all 'my little brother this, my little brother that'" She sighed, annoyed, as your cheeks flushed, knowing now where this was going.

It didn't help that Miguel just walked in, glasses on his face, a mug of coffee in hand and a relaxed expression on his face, that instantly turned into a curious one as he kissed Gabi on the forehead.

"¿Qué le pasa a mi solecito?" (What's wrong with my little sunshine?)

He then kissed you and put his mug on a nearby counter.

"Quiero" She paused and cleared her throat, her hands folded before her, as if she was trying to make a serious negotiation.

"I want a sibling."

Miguel and you froze, most of the nervous glances came from you, Miguel seemed to actually be contemplating it. You elbowed him when Gabriela's stare fell on you upon the silence stretching too long.

"Gabriela, mi amor..." you trailed. A few of the spanish endearment words you had learned from Miguel, "A sibling isn't something that just pops out of nowhere."

"How do you make them then?"

Shit.

Miguel couldn't help but genuinely look at the scene displaying before him with amusement in his eyes. He wanted to laugh, hia fangs poking enough self control.

"W-Well, you see..." your stuttering only made her little frown to turn more curious. Of course she was a smart girl, and explaining where the babies came from was something you had been mentally preparing yourself to do. She was 10.

"Do you know how a baby grow into my belly, right?"

She nodded, curiosity making her eyes round in wonder.

"Teacher explained us that it takes a long time to grow a baby"

"Indeed. Nine months actually" She gasped and frowned.

"But... that means I won't be a big sister until next year?!"

"It's a delicate process, mi amor."

She sighed and nodded, disappointed.

"But, that means the making takes a long time as well then?"

She wasn't leaving it. But if one thing you had learned is to never underestimate the understanding capacity of a kid. You weren't squeamish about talking on sexuality or Sex Ed to Gabriela, you just weren't prepared for it. But the time had come.

"It's quite simple, but it's not always successful. Babies are made when the sperm fertilizes an egg that is my uterus. Right here." You pointed at your lower belly.

"And how does that happen?"

"Something called, sexual intercourse, mi sol." Miguel spoke with a serious expression.

"And what is that?"

"When your father and I love each other, including our bodies."

"Ah..." She looked like putting two and two together and it suddenly clicked.

"Then, you better start soon."

Gabriela shrugged as you both were left speechless.

"A baby girl would it be too much to ask?"

"Let me see what I can do, alright? Go change for dinner" Miguel nodded with a smile as Gabriela hopped off the chair and left you alone. He sighed as you remained there, almost a bit too stunned of how things just happened.

"My god..."

"It was a good talk. Don't worry."

"I worry. She wants a baby sister."

"Guess we have to work hard to get her a baby sister, hm?"

Your cheeks grew impossibly red.

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🍓ᛉ ACNH Nordic Set ᛟ🍓

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luvhughes43 · 1 year ago

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monday morning | lila drysdale au

lila, my love masterlist💐

summary: just some monday morning fluff<3

word count: 0.6k

“Mmm where are you going?” you groan as jamie jostles himself out of bed. he leans over his side and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I have PT this morning,” he replies simply, which brings last night's events rushing back to you. that's right, you thought. Jamie did tell you that he had an appointment last night you were just… too preoccupied to pay much attention to his… words.

jamie straightens up again, and you grasp his arm lightly to pull him back down to you. “I need a proper kiss if you’re going to leave me,”

jamie hums in response, leaning down to properly kiss you on the lips. you both melt into the kiss but before anything has a chance of developing, lilas loud shrieks fill the quiet spaces of your house.

“and… that’s my queue” you sleepily sigh as you pull away from your husband and kick the covers off of you.

“I can go get her,” jamie offers but you easily decline. you had some work to do from home today so it was probably for the best that you woke up now.

“make me a coffee instead?” you ask, to which jamie silently nods.

you walk into lilas nursery and the first thing you notice is her sleepy figure standing up in her crib. she’s leaning against the crib rail, her chubby baby hands holding her upright. she leans back when she sees you open the door, immediately making grabby hands for you.

you pick your girl up with ease, making sure to change her diaper and get her all situated before bringing her downstairs.

jamie, ever the loving husband, put on your favourite background tv show for you to watch while you lay with lila on the couch. “thank you jams,” you mumble softly as you sink onto your plush couch. your daughter rests on top of you, cuddling into you as she watches her dad move around the kitchen from over your shoulder.

you exaggerate a gasp, “is that your dada?”

you watch as lila giggles and smiles, mannerisms exactly like her fathers. “dada!” she repeats, nuzzling her face into your neck when jamie makes a silly face at her.

jamie sets your coffee on the side table beside you, before taking lila into his arms. “hi baby girl!” he coos much to lila’s delight. he rest’s lila on his hip before continuing to go through his morning routine.

“And now, I'm going to put the toast in the toaster!” jamie narrates, encouraging all of lilas babbles with nods and replies. “yeah! And I'm going to put mommys in again because she likes her toast burnt…”

“I like it crispy!” you pipe up from your spot on the couch.

Jamie hums loudly enough for you to hear before stage-whispering, “she likes it burnt” to your giggling daughter.

after drinking half of your coffee, you are awake enough to start helping with breakfast. you cut up some fruit for lila, and then move on to start making jamie’s protein shake. you’ve gotten the process down to a science, and you were quite proud that you managed to make it to your husbands liking. if there’s one thing you learnt about athletes through living with jamie, it’s that they’re very specific with their different drinks and routines.

you hold out the shake to jamie, who awes appreciatively. “have i ever told you that you’re the best wife a guy could ask for?”

“only a million times,” you smile, sticking your cheek towards jamie who swiftly places a kiss there.

“well it's going to be a million and one because you’re the best!” jamie smiles at you, and you can’t help but reminisce on how quickly things have changed between the two of you. one minute you guys are exes who hookup whenever jamie was back in toronto… and now you share a babygirl and have been married for three months. life was so good.

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Peaches & Cream

Danny Wagner X Reader

A gracev0609/ @lipstickitty collaboration.

You and Danny are roommates who have crushes on one another, and it all comes to a head when you find him in the kitchen slurping on a peach.

WC:5k+

Warnings: 18+Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Protected Sex, Mentions of Sex Toys, Male and Female Masturbation, Slow Gentle Sex, Danny is a Sweetheart ❤️

Furrowing your brows you woke to a sun beam shining right in your eyes. Huffing you rolled over, you were right in the middle of a dream, a really good dream. One about your roommate, it was unfair how gorgeous he was, tall with dark curls and piercing eyes, and a body sculpted by Gods. In your dream all you saw were his eyes, his face was so close to yours, his damp forehead pressed against your own as his body pressed yours into the mattress, his cock so solid so thick was moving deliciously inside of your heat. Grumbling to yourself you rolled over opening your nightstand grabbing your favorite pink vibrator. Just as you nestled the head on your clit you remembered today was Thursday. Thursday was Danny's late day, meaning that he's home right this moment. Tossing your toy aside you decided to get up and get a cup of coffee instead, not wanting to risk the chance of him hearing you masturbating. Standing up from your bed you straighten out the creme colored comforter before straightening your pink spaghetti strap sleep set, twisted from rest.

Quietly padding down the hall you round the corner of the kitchen to stop in your tracks. Your roommate Danny, who you have a huge crush on, is standing in front of the sink, leaning his face over it while sinking his teeth into a succulent piece of stone fruit. Obscene slurps and wet sounds come from his mouth. Your jaw falls slack as he enjoys his fruit. You feel the tingle of arousal between your legs and wetness pools in your underwear, as you watch him with wide eyes. Little giggles escape him when the juice runs down his chin, as well as deep hums of satisfaction as he bites down on the sinfully juicy peach. Danny turns around, a few wet drips of juice darkening the chest of his heather grey sleep shirt. He balls the fruit pit into the napkin in his hand before wiping his mouth,” Hey! You want one? They're amazing! It's peach season right now and they're so juicy.”

Your brain finally catches up and you snap your jaw shut,” uh, I.. um. I came for coffee but nevermind.”

“Nevermind? Honey, you okay?” Danny steps forward tossing his napkin in the trash can before walking closer.

“Y-yeah! Nevermind um I don't need it.”

“No? Do you want a peach?”

‘N-no..’

“What? Why are you acting so weird? Do I have something on my face?” He swipes his hand over his mouth and cheeks.

“No! You're fine!”

“Why are you acting so flustered? I was just eating - oh… oh, I see.,” He smirks, looking so sure of himself,” I got you wet.”

Embarrassed and unwilling to let him know that he was correct, you pressed your mouth into a thin line,”N-no.”

Turning on your heel he followed you,” Okay princess, whatever you say… Y’know I am still hungry.”

Gasping you turn around catching his gaze. You two have flirted here and there but never anything this… blatant.

Danny grinned, hoping that maybe this time he'll have the courage to kiss you. Each day his crush grew, from the little things like the way you eat one thing on your plate before moving to the next, to the sound of your laugh, to your kindness and compassion. Living with you and learning so many intimate things about you, like how no matter what, you always washed your face before going to bed, to accidentally finding out why your showers sometimes lasted 20 minutes and others 45 when he found a not so little something still suction cupped to your shower wall while he was searching for your spare tube of toothpaste since his ran out. He always thought you were pretty but thinking about you like that, doing that made him think you were even hotter. He'd never reveal to you but one night that really solidified his head over heels crush on you was when he needed a glass of water in the middle of the night. Wandering down the corridor he passed your closed door when he heard you gasp, a choked sound, trying not to let your voice carry through the thin walls.

“Oh! Oh fuck… mmm, Danny..” he stopped in his tracks listening harder, his ears picking up on a low buzzing sound accompanying your quiet moans. He knew he should move on, keep walking towards the kitchen to get his water and go back to sleep but his feet stayed put. Biting his lip he felt the blood rush to his groin, his cock getting harder by the second. Without a second thought he reached his hand into his boxers, wrapping his hand around his shaft. His jaw clenching as his hand pumped his length to the soundtrack of you pleasuring yourself. You were thinking about him after all. His breath shuddered as he felt himself getting closer when the noises stopped. His hand paused over himself, he thought that he didn't hear you cum, he figured he'd be able to tell. When he then started hearing the springs of your bed squeak pairing with the sounds of your moans. His mind flashing dozens of different scenarios as to what you could possibly be doing to make your bed shake, and each one was hotter than the last. Your voice rises through the door, and his hand picks up speed. He knows you're getting close and so is he. As you get louder and louder, not caring about your supposed sleeping roommate any longer your cries rattle in his ears as you make yourself orgasm. Through your high Danny reaches his peak. His cock pulsing, spurting his load into his boxers, the thin material not able to hold his load back as it bleeds through the material splattering on the floor at his feet. Both in disbelief that he’d really just gotten himself off to the sound of his roommate masturbating in her bedroom and panicked by the possibility of you walking out of your room and catching him there in his compromising position, he hurriedly cleaned up his mess and retreated to his own bedroom, having completely abandoned the idea of a glass of water.

Snapping himself back out of his memories, he murmurs, “Why don’t you go take a nice long hot shower sweetie, you’re looking a little wound up huh?” A smirk painting his beautiful features.

Your breathing has picked up, borderline panting, your gaze locked onto his. “Or do you want me to do it?”

He steps even closer, his chest almost pressed against yours now and he swears he can almost feel your heart pounding. He’s looking down to look you in the eyes, “You gonna go fuck your little toy, wishing it was me?” His thumb just barely grazes your cheekbone, “Or are you gonna let me do it right?”

Gulping, now officially panting, you can’t stop yourself from briefly imagining the way he would look looming above you, thrusting into you harder than you could ever achieve with your toy.

A shudder wracks your body when he leans ever so slightly closer, just barely brushing your hard nipples that you’re positive he can see through the thin material of your sleep shirt.

Danny gives you a pout, giving you the full puppy dog eye effect, “Come on baby, you’re really going to tell me that I made your little pussy wet and then not let me have a taste? I just know it’s so much better than the peach…”

You want it, more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything before, but you feel like the words are caught in your throat, unable to just choke them out. Just staring at him wide eyed, chest heaving, silently pleading for him to touch you.

He leans in even closer so your faces are almost touching, “Just tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you,” his lips just barely brushing against yours as he speaks but not giving you the satisfaction of letting them connect. You try to lean forward and chase the contact but he moves his head back, not giving in that easily. “Uh uh princess, gotta be a good girl and tell me what you want.” The low slightly raspy tone to his voice only making you wetter, you try to speak but can only force out a pathetic whimper.

“I’ve thought about the way you look with your hand in your pretty little panties too many times. Made myself cum thinking about it.” He whispers, his nose just barely grazing against your cheek, in hopes that his confession will break the dam and get you to ask for what you want.

Finally the haze in your brain clears enough to string together the words he wants to hear. “Please, Danny? I want you to eat me out. I want to hear those sounds coming from between my legs. Don’t make me use my toy again, wanna feel your lips, your tongue, your cock.” The obscene way he’d eaten that peach and the filthy things he’s been saying to you are the only things on your mind, aside from all the things you want him to do to you.

Your words make his cock pound in his pants but he doesn’t tell you that, just lifts you up into his arms, letting you wrap your arms and legs around him holding on tight. “That’s all you had to say, baby.” He grins, perfect teeth on display, and kisses you hard, blindly carrying you to his bedroom.

The way your body is positioned against his has cock nestled right against your clothed core, feeling him hot and hard, rubbing against your soaked panties giving you the slightest bit of friction as he walks. Your little whimpers and whines sound so much sweeter knowing he’s the one that’s causing them, he’s obsessed with being the one to make these beautiful noises spill from your lips.

Tossing you on his bed, Danny peels your wet panties off of your body and brings them up to his face, deeply inhaling your scent from the fabric before letting a loud animalistic groan rip from his chest. “Spread your legs honey, let me see your pretty pussy…” he begs, a white knuckled grip on your panties he still holds in his fist.

A gasp leaves him when you let your knees fall open, fully exposing your dripping cunt to him. “Fuck… it’s even prettier than I imagined.” He groans, nuzzling his nose into the patch of hair above your slit, placing a few barely there kisses on your sensitive clit. Instantly you clench around nothing, your cheeks blush when you watch his eyes observe your body moving.

“You've seen mine, let me see yours.” Biting your lip as your hands move to tweak your hardened nipples through your shirt. Rising to his knees you watch his cock twitch through the super thin material of his sleep pants. You swear you can see the entire outline of his cock through them. Slowly inch by inch he lowers the waistband of his pants revealing his thick length as it bobs obscenely before you. Gasping lightly when he's revealed to you, long and thick curving slightly to the left, dark black curls framing him. As much as you don't want to admit it, it's pretty. And large. Whispering out,” It's so big Danny.”

Your eyes trailing up his body to meet his eyes, leaning forward he lands resting on one hand the other cupping your cheek,”Hey… We'll go as slow as you want baby. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do.”

He leans in even closer, his forehead pressing against yours, a mirror image to your dream. His breath softly blows across your face as he speaks,” Just tell me okay? You're safe with me sweetheart.”

Swallowing you nod imperceptibly,” I want to. I want you. Just gonna have to go slow… it's been awhile. Gonna have to make sure I'm really ready for you.”

His lips brush softly against your own,” Of course sweetheart, tell me when you think you're ready, and if we try and you're not, just tell me and I'll keep making you feel good.”

Smiling you nod again, your apprehension easing. Your Danny is going to make sure it feels good. Your smile grows when it dawns on you, of course your wonderful, caring, kind roommate is that way in bed too. Danny kisses you again , warm wet open mouth kisses trail down to your center, kissing your slit and making you squirm,” Now, can I eat you out now? You smell divine, I need to taste it.”

His begging to go down on you makes you even wetter if that’s even possible and you nod, whispering a soft “please” then biting down on your bottom lip gazing down at him between your legs.

As soon as you’ve spoken, he’s diving in, his flattened tongue swiping up your slit and moaning at the taste of you. “The peach had nothing on you, pretty girl.” He mumbles against your sensitive skin in between placing hot wet kisses. He’s got you a moaning mess and he’s barely even started.

His pointed tongue circles your swollen clit, flicking his tongue over it just right, toying with you before finally sucking it into his mouth. “Fuck, Danny!” You cry out at the feeling of powerful suction in your most sensitive spot, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging at his curls.

You can’t take your eyes off of his face and his eye contact is intense, his gaze piercing through you. One of your hands removes itself from his hair and his eyes follow the movement as it travels slowly up your body, stopping at your chest. Watching you lightly pinch and tug on your hardened nipples has his cock pounding and aching between his legs, but determined to be a good boy for you he ignores it, grinding his throbbing cock into his sheets for just a hint of relief as he spoils you.

Even when he’s overheard you getting yourself off from behind the door, he’s never heard you be this loud or make these needy, desperate sounds, and he’s living for them. Knowing that he’s just making you feel that amazing and you’re not holding back any of the whines that slip from your lips brings him immense satisfaction. One of his arms wraps around the back of your thigh, keeping you spread open for him, his other hand moving to tease one long finger against your entrance.

“Oh, god, please!” You beg, suddenly needing to know how his long, elegant fingers feel in your aching cunt.

Painfully slowly, Danny’s middle finger pushes fully into you. Already feeling needy for more, your walls clench around the digit, your hips bucking up towards him. Steadily pumping that one finger in and out of your tight walls, he disconnects from your soaked pussy just long enough to breathlessly choke out, “Good girl, that’s a good girl, keep making those beautiful noises for me.”

Gasping out,” Please! Another!”

He smirks against your folds before nudging in his ring finger. A few steady strokes in and out before he curls his fingers lightly, just testing your reaction. A low almost feral sounding groan rips from your chest as you get even wetter around his fingers. Soft squelching sounds gracing his ears, making his cock throb. He's aching to feel you wrapped around him, but he knows your tight cunt isn't ready for him yet. Continuing his rhythmic pace he doesn't change speed or intensity just letting you naturally stretch against him, going until you beg him for more. Carefully he nudges his pointer finger in with his others, softly fucking you with them, letting your body fully stretch.

“Mmm… Danny?... I want you.” You pant, hands pulling at your tank top desperate to get it off of your body.

He places one more kiss against your clit before slowly pulling out his fingers, licking your slick off of them before crawling over to his nightstand. You hear various items being tossed around in the drawer before he pulls a golden square out. Ripping the foil packet he pulls out the lubed condom, rolling it onto his over hard length. Meanwhile you discard the rest of your clothes and lean back into the pillows, Danny’s scent invading your nostrils. A mix of his cologne, shampoo, and him.

Danny leans his hips forward before rubbing the lubed tip through your folds. You swallow harshly, he feels so large at your entrance.

“Go ahead baby.” You mutter, already feeling your muscles tense in preparation. Gentle as he can he pushes his hips forward, his swollen tip entering you. He pushes a little further, a little more than the head of his cock inside of you when you grimace.

“Hey… is it too much sweetheart?”

“N-no.”

His eyes stare into your own,” Don't lie to me.”

“It's too much Danny.”

He brings one hand to gently cup your cheek while he slowly pulls out of you, trying to cause you as little discomfort as possible. “Good girl baby, don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you’re feeling, okay? I’m just here to make you feel good, pretty girl, never wanna hurt you.” He leans in to press his lips to yours again, his fingers gently caressing your face and neck.

Your heart swells in your chest, your sweet roommate could tell that you were uncomfortable and immediately stopped, making sure you knew that you could stop him any time and he wouldn’t be upset in the slightest.

“Don’t push yourself honey, we have all the time in the world.” Danny murmurs against your lips, one hand snaking down to rub through your wet folds collecting your slick on his fingers before sliding back up to your clit. His fingers apply the most delicious pressure to your swollen sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and massaging, making you moan into his mouth. His first two knuckles lightly squeezing and tugging at your throbbing clit makes you cry out, your hips jolting at his skilled touch.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“S-so good, Danny, fuck!”

He lets out a pleased hum, pressing his forehead against yours, his warm breaths cascading over your heated skin.

“Tell me what you need, beautiful.” He pleads, his fingers never ceasing their sinful ministrations on your aching core.

“Your mouth, please? Need your mouth.” Your voice is breathy and shaky, a little whiny as you beg for what you want.

“Anything for you baby, I’ve been dying for another taste.” As soon as the words leave his mouth he’s bringing his soaked hand up to his lips, licking and sucking your arousal off of them with a groan. “Sweeter than fucking candy.” He kisses you once more, letting you taste yourself on his lips as his tongue teases your bottom one.

With that he’s licking, sucking, and nipping his way down your body, hot wet kisses placed on all your most sensitive areas. He makes sure to leave a few marks, leaving the both of you with a reminder of what happened here- as if you could ever forget.

A groan leaves your mouth when he connects his wet tongue to your throbbing clit, lapping at it. Short strokes across your flesh making it twitch with need. Your hips writhe chasing the feeling,”M-more!”

His pink pout wraps around your nub, suckling on it gently making your eyes roll. Carefully he nudges two of his fingers back inside, curling them softly into that wonderfully sensitive spot inside of you. Your mind wanders a bit, trying to imagine what it's going to feel like when his cock pushes against it.

Your hand snakes down to tangle into his curls, frizzy from sleep, keeping his head in place between your legs as your mind keeps thinking about him. You feel your release creeping up on you as you think about him, his eyes, his smile, his cock. Danny, Danny, Danny.

Gasping you choke out his name,” Danny!”

Clenching around his fingers as he guides you through the waves of pleasure that come crashing down. He closes his eyes, his mind reeling, trying desperately not to cum before he's even had a chance to really feel you. As you settle, the grip you had on his fingers lessens and he gently removes them from you as he places soft kisses to your soaked core.

“Feel better sweetheart?” He leans up, his lips and chin shining in your release.

Your eyes try to focus on him through the haze, dreamily you pant,”Mmhmm. I'm ready to try again.”

Danny smiles before kissing your lower stomach as he crawls up your body,” Okay baby. We can try again.”

Cradling his cock in his hand he swirls the tip around your entrance, over and over again making you ache.

“Please Danny,” you whine in his ear.

So very slowly he nudges inside. His face studying yours as he searches for any discomfort. A soft smile forms when he doesn't find any as he buries himself completely within you.

Finally nestled safely within your tight walls, Danny lets out a moan and you can feel his thick cock twitch inside of you. He stills inside of you, letting you adjust to the stretch, his head ducking down to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. His lips and tongue spoiling your sensitive flesh combined with the delicious stretch of him filling you up has your back arching slightly, pushing your chest further against him.

“I’m not gonna move until you tell me baby, we have nothing but time. I don’t want to rush anything with you, I just wanna make you feel incredible.” His hands wander over your body, soothing and grounding you with his gentle, loving touch while you get used to him buried inside of you.

Your heart soars, you’ve never had a guy be this attentive, this patient and generous and understanding in bed. You almost feel a little silly for not telling him about your little crush sooner, you could’ve been touched like this all along?

Looking down at your face, Danny finds you lost in thought. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?” His voice sounds a little strained and you can tell he’s holding himself back from railing you into his mattress.

“Just thinking, I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages and now we’re here.” You giggle, one hand gripping his bicep and the other trailing up and down his back making him shiver.

Chuckling, Danny agrees. “You know, maybe if we weren’t both so chicken shit, I could’ve been giving it to you like this the whole time.”

The notion is enough to make you blush, especially when your mind begins to attempt to unravel what he’s just said. The implication that he might want to do this more than once makes hope bloom warm in your chest but you quickly attempt to squash that down, assuming he likely didn’t mean it the way it’d come out, had likely been a heat of the moment comment that didn’t get worded quite right.

Your face must’ve visibly shifted while you were overthinking because you see a slight frown turn down the corners of Danny’s lips as his thumb gently pushes your chin up to make you look him in the eyes. “What’s the matter baby? Something bothering you?” His voice is soft, sweet, gentle, everything you’ve always known Daniel to be. It makes you feel a little silly for letting your mind spiral that way, knowing Danny has never been one to say things he doesn’t mean.

A soft smile taking over your lips, you shake your head ‘no’ before meeting his lips in a warm kiss that you hope conveys your trust in him and appreciation for him. “Nothing’s wrong Danny, everything’s perfect.” You whisper against his mouth, your body melting into his as you fully relax, the feeling of him resting hot and hard deep inside your aching core fully taking over your senses. The solid weight of him above you is comforting, grounding you, keeping your mind here with him. “I’m ready for you to move now.” You feel his cock twitch just barely within your tight walls at your words, and he lets out a barely audible giggle, breathing, “Sorry, got excited.” His face grows more serious, not breaking his gaze from yours. “Are you sure, pretty girl? There’s no rush, I’ll wait as long as you need if it means you’re comfortable and feeling good.”

Your smile grows wider, your voice growing more confident, “Yeah Danny, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me now.” Your walls clench tighter around him to punctuate your statement, making him exhale a breath that sounds somewhat like a whine. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and gently rolls his hips. His thick cock gliding within your soaked walls feels better than any man before him and you were pretty positive better than any after him too. He was being so careful with you, fully letting your body relax and welcome him. Your legs fall apart further and your walls stretch to accommodate him easily. You blow out a shaky breath,” You feel so good Danny, I've never felt better.”

A genuine smile graces his lips,” I'm so glad sweetheart, I've never felt better either.”

Without much thought you reach up, anchoring your hands in his hair and pull his face down connecting your lips with his, his hips still rocking as you can't help but consume him. Soft whimpers into each other's mouths as your tongues brush against one anothers. Pulling back Danny pants, his hot breath kissing your cheeks. Whimpering you plead,” Can you hold my leg up? I want you deeper.”

Moving up to give him easier access to your body, his large hand gripping your calf pushing it down towards your chest. Simultaneously both you and Danny mutter the word ‘fuck’ into the humid air between you two. His cock drives into your soaked core impossibly deeper and your walls feeling even tighter around him. Back and forth he drives his large cock in and out of your dripping cunt, bottoming out each time, but it's nothing but pleasurable. Sleeping with your roommate Danny is nothing but pleasurable.

You swear you can almost feel him in your lower stomach at this angle, so good you could cry. You didn’t know it could feel this good, Danny had quickly surpassed all of your previous expectations about sex and he makes it seem so easy, like it comes so naturally to him.

It’s inevitable, before long the rhythmic rocking of Danny’s hips into your sensitive cunt is too much, the drag of his cock against your walls just feels too good, and you can feel your walls contracting and fluttering around him as yet another orgasm threatens to overtake you. At this point you’ve lost track of how many times he’s made you cum, the mind numbing pleasure blanking out anything else around the two of you.

Breathily you moan his name,”Danny…”

Leaning down he kisses your lips briefly before murmuring,” I know baby… I can feel it. Just let go, it's gonna feel so good. Come on, cum around me.”

A few more ragged breaths and you felt the wave of pleasure creep up your spine. A waterfall of feel good pleasure from the crown of your head, trickling down your body all the way to your toes. Hot slick wetness pools around his cock, making him groan. Feeling the excess heat through his latex covered cock. Danny slows his hips not wanting to overstimulate you,” Such a good girl, god I swear I could never get tired of seeing you, feeling you cum.”

Once you’ve caught your breath you shyly whisper, “I-I’ve never…”

Danny’s gaze feels as though it peers into your soul as he murmurs back, “you’ve never what, baby?” His hands caressing you so softly and gently while his hips still for a moment, waiting to hear what you have to say.

Your face feels like it’s on fire when you mumble out, “I’ve never… came that many times before during sex. It’s incredible, you’re incredible.”

The smile that your admission earns you melts you completely, it’s so breathtakingly beautiful. “You’re incredible. Thank you for trusting me sweetheart, for being vulnerable with me.” With that he leans down to kiss a soft, gentle trail from your throat up to your lips, his mouth finally meeting yours so sweetly, making you crave more. With a whimper you’re licking at the seam of his mouth begging for entrance and he happily obliges, his lips parting and his warm, wet tongue sweeping across yours making you moan against him. He gladly swallows down the sound, replying with an approving hum against your lips when you tilt your head to let him kiss you deeper.

Before long, with his thick swollen cock just resting inside of your tight walls, you begin craving him, needing him to move. Not wanting to break the kiss with his lips feeling so sweet on yours you purposefully squeeze your muscles around his length, trying to wordlessly beg him to fuck you again, the sensation making Danny gasp into your mouth, his cock twitching and a shiver running down his spine.

He starts to tentatively rock his hips, humming a questioning ‘hmm?’ Against your lips, needing confirmation that that was what you were wanting. You answer with a soft breathy moan as his tip just barely brushes against the most sensitive spots within your walls, mumbling out a ‘yes’ with your lips still connected.

Danny’s answering growl coming from deep within his chest has you clenching around him again, involuntarily this time as he starts building back up to a steady pace. The delicious drag of his cock against your walls is addicting and you never want him to stop, wrapping your legs around his waist, your forehead pressed against his. The overwhelming urge to ask him to do this again enters your mind, you can't let this be a one time thing. Danny furrows his brow slightly noticing your face,”Are you okay?’

“Mmhmm. I just… Can we do this again? I can't imagine not having you inside me again.”

“Of course we can. I… I like you Y/N, I want to keep doing this with you.”

Emotion blooms in your chest, he likes you, Danny wants you. A lovesick smile spreads on your lips and you whisper,” Okay”

His hips rock into yours a little deeper as an equally lovesick smile spreads on his face. His tip grazing a particularly good spot inside of you makes you clench and moan and as if he's been here before. He continues to abuse that spot until you're seeing stars.

Gasping out,” Danny I'm gonna- oh!” As your high slams into you, tingly feel good vibrations cover your whole body. You've never been with a partner that made you feel this incredible before. Danny's hips stutter and his eyebrows scrunch, the feeling of you cumming around him was enough to send him to the brink.

Panting he thinks to ask where you wanted him to before he falls over the edge. Cupping his face in your hand you coo,” In me, I want to feel you fill the condom.”

Danny leans in, kissing the inside of your wrist before he chokes out a moan. You gasp as you feel his heat fill the tip of his rubber, Danny's whimpers fill your ears as he continues to spurt riding out his high.

You watch his face visibly relax, pleasure spreading over his sharp features. Once he finally opens his eyes he smiles softly before murmuring,” Hi baby.” Which makes you giggle.

“Hi Danny.” You whisper, your sweat slick skin sticking to his where he still hovers over you.

He waits for you to tell him that you're ready before he pulls out, not wanting to cause you any unnecessary discomfort, and he pulls out so slowly and gently you just let out a soft sigh at the feeling of being empty. He’s beaming at you, telling you to hold on just a second. He disposes of the used condom before walking naked to your shared bathroom, making you giggle at the opportunity to watch his ass and softening cock jiggle as he moves.

He returns before you’ve barely even noticed he’s gone, a damp cloth in hand to gently help clean up any traces of lube leftover on your skin from the condom. Once he’s got you cleaned up, he tosses the rag in the hamper to be dealt with later and turns back to you, a sweet smile on his beautiful face. “You wanna sleep in here tonight?” He looks so hopeful, there’s no way you could ever say no.

You nod and he looks at you like you hung the moon. “You want a shirt to sleep in baby? You look so pretty in my clothes.” He shoots you a smirk and you blush.

“When have you seen me in your clothes, Daniel?” You try to make your tone sound exasperated but you’re certainly not fooling him with the grin turning up your lips as you speak.

“There were a couple times, you did laundry and all of our stuff was all mixed together… you grabbed the first t-shirt and sweats you found and they just happened to be mine.” He giggles softly, a little bashful at having admitted that he specifically remembered those moments.

The sound that leaves you can only be described as a mix between a gasp and a quiet sob, so overcome with emotion you couldn’t hold back the noise before it escaped. You nod, choking out a, “yes, please”.

Danny finds you each a tshirt and a clean pair of boxers for himself, asking you if you want a pair of boxers or sweats to sleep in. “Completely optional, of course.” He shoots you an attempt at a wink that’s so bad and so endearing you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head ‘no’.

When Danny settles in the bed next to you, him in his tshirt and boxers, you in just your borrowed shirt, you lay off to the side just a little in an attempt to give him some room. He turns to face you, raising an eyebrow. “Is that where you’re comfortable? Because if it’s not, and you’re just over there because you think I don’t want to cuddle with you, then get the hell over here.” He opens his arms for you, kissing the top of your head when you settle in between them. He holds you so close, his hands softly tracing up and down your back, giving you sweet kisses every time he catches you looking down at his lips.

“Hey baby?” He speaks up when he can’t take it any longer.

You hum in response, your hands framing his jaw, leaning in close to run your nose along his.

“I don't want this to be the only time I get you like this, and I don’t want this to be all there is between us. Can I take you on a date, make you my girlfriend?”

Your heart leaps, Danny wants to be with you?! You nod, grinning so wide it almost hurts your cheeks. “I’d be honored to go on a date with you.” You kiss his jaw then whisper, “but don’t think I’m going home with you on the first date.”

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