#I don’t. actually have names for these two yet

[moonstruckme]

hii! im not sure if you're taking requests, but i love your work! this might sound weird, but as a muscular girl who works out a lot, i get insecure sometimes about looking "too masculine." i was wondering if you could do something like poly!marauders reassuring the reader that it's actually really hot or something? im sorry if this comes off as weird!! i just don’t see too many fics with a muscular fem reader and finally decided to bite the bullet and request something for the first time! thank youuu ❤️

Thanks for requesting angel <3

cw: reader is insecure about her shoulders, reflects on narrow ideas of femininity

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 869 words

“You’re such a pleb,” Sirius teases Remus, taking his tie from him. 

“I am a pleb,” Remus grumbles. “I wasn’t meant to wear things like this.” 

“No, only sweaters and scowls for you, is that right?” 

Remus’ cheeks color. Sirius grins, pecking them both. 

You think Remus was made to wear things like this. He and Sirius both look very dashing, though different shades of it. Remus’ tie is a muted gray while Sirius wears a suit all of the darkest blue to set off his eyes. Sirius gives Remus’ tie a flirtatious tug, and Remus cracks, smiling as Sirius kisses him once more. 

“Angel, will you help me with mine?” James asks, coming in from the bathroom with wet curls already trying to spring up above his head. 

You turn away from where you’d been tugging at your dress in the mirror. Sirius scoffs, finishing with Remus’ tie. 

“You know how to tie a tie, James, I’ve seen you.” 

“I didn’t say I don’t know how,” says James. “I just want her to do it.” 

“Such a man-baby.” 

“Me? You’re one to talk.” 

“Now what could you mean by that?” 

“You look really beautiful, dove,” Remus says quietly, coming up behind you to twine his arms around your waist. You leave your boyfriends to their bantery foreplay. 

Your face warms at his notice. “Thank you. So do you.” 

Sometimes Remus seems to have an easier time taking compliments from you. Maybe it’s that you don’t make as big a production of them as either James or Sirius, but rather than flushing and deflecting Remus only presses a thankful kiss to your cheek. 

You look at the two of you in the mirror. You do look rather nice together, though a worm of insecurity eats at your middle. Remus doesn’t dwarf you. You don’t mind how you look, most of the time. You like that you’re strong, that your body shows the work you’ve put into it, that you look capable. And yet. Sometimes, times like now, you just wish you were…daintier. Not dainty as in feeble, but slight. Sylphlike. Feminine in the way you were taught what feminine is. 

“I think I’m going to change,” you confess. 

Remus frowns. It appears you’ve caught Sirius’ notice, too, who turns from where he’s picking out shoes near the closet. “What? What’s wrong with this dress?” 

“It’s…” You straighten your posture a little bit, and the effect makes you grimace. You try to quell it when you catch Remus watching your face. “I just don’t like it very much.” 

“I think it’s lovely,” says Remus, in his mild way. 

Sirius nods, assessing. “Yeah, babe, that’s your color.”

“Thanks.” You try to smile at him. “It’s not really the color, it’s just how it makes me look.” 

Sirius cocks an eyebrow. His arms cross, defensive. “And how is that?” 

You shrink, feeling chastised already. “I don’t love how my shoulders look in it, that’s all.” 

Sirius’ eyes narrow like he wants to fight with you. Remus murmurs his name warningly. 

“Your shoulders?” James seems surprised. “They look killer in that, lovely.” 

“I don’t really want them to look killer,” you admit. 

“What’s your issue with them?” asks Sirius. 

“Sirius,” Remus groans.

“What?” 

“A bit of tact, please.” 

“It’s fine.” You roll your eyes, trying not to squirm under all the attention. “I just feel like they look pretty broad with the neckline like this.” 

Remus meets your eyes in the mirror, a perplexed notch between his brows. “And you’d rather they didn’t?” 

“Ideally, yeah.” 

“Angel,” says James, “do you have any idea how ridiculously fit your shoulders look like that?” 

This stumps you. Realistically, the answer is no?

James goes on as though he’s heard it telepathically. “You look like you could lift me. Me. That’s, like, a fantasy.” 

“You fantasize about me lifting you?” you ask skeptically. 

All three of your boyfriends nod, Remus somewhat sheepishly. 

“Why would you want them to look smaller?” James seems genuinely bewildered. “You worked for those, lovely.” 

“And they look good,” Sirius chimes in. 

You look at yourself in the mirror again, shifting in your dress uncomfortably. “You don’t think…when they look wide like this, it makes me feel a bit mannish.” 

“Mannish,” Sirius deadpans. “Really.” 

“Sweetheart,” Remus tries in a gentler tone, “you should wear what makes you feel good, but do you really think that you look like any of us?” 

In the mirror, Sirius raises an eyebrow at you in challenge. 

“My shoulders are about the same size as yours,” you confess in a small voice. 

“And do you think that makes Remus look womanly?” James asks. 

“No,” you reply quickly, hastening to clarify that that is not what you’re saying. 

Sirius hums, smug. “Can’t have it both ways, gorgeous.” 

“You look beautiful,” Remus says again, cupping his hands over your shoulders. He lets them coast down your arms, admiring. 

Your voice softens. “Thank you.” 

“And if I have to look plebeian and absurd in a suit,” he goes on at a murmur, “you can show off how fit you look in that dress.” 

Your eyes roll, though you know your boyfriends all see the smile you’re trying to suppress. “Fair enough.”  

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Jinx: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

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The baby likes to play.

He likes to follow the sound of Robby’s voice as his lips ghost over your abdomen and kick when he hears that deep rumble. It’s the game the two of them have been locked in while you rest on the bed with your back against the headboard, reading Where The Crawdads Sing.

“I think he’s gone to sleep.” Robby murmurs, his thumb rubbing loving circles over the bump as he presses his ear to it.

“Well it is past his bedtime.” You say, your fingers combing lightly through Robby’s dark hair. He places a final kiss to your stomach before he pulls his Pittsburgh Penguins t-shirt back down over it. His palm comes to rest on the bump as he nuzzles in close, his lips brushing over your cheek.

“Do you wanna discuss what happened yet?”

He’s talking about your reaction to the list of baby names he’d written down. You’d scrunched up the post-it in your fist, said the word ‘nope’ and then peaced out to the bedroom. It had taken him an hour to realise that maybe space wasn’t actually what you needed so he’d broke the stalemate, climbed onto the bed with you, started a conversation with the baby, waiting for you to vocalise what’s going on in that head of yours.

“No.” You say, your gaze focused on your book although you haven’t turned a page in the last couple of minutes.

“Alright.” He says as he lies back down beside you, his palms tapping out a rhythm on his diaphragm as he stares up at the ceiling. His eyes close and you sigh as you set down the book on your lap.

“If we pick a name, it feels like we’re jinxing it.” You tell him your husband. “He becomes a full little person and I...” Robby tilts his head towards you as your knuckles turn white clenching the paperback in your hands. “I know it’s fucking dumb but I picked a name for the last one and six hours later…”

You lost her.

You lost Joanne…

That’s the name he’s found on a pink post-it attached to the lunchbox you’d made for him the morning of Pittfest. Jojo for short.

“Ok.” Robby says swallowing hard against the ache in his chest as he shifts into a sitting position beside you. His thumb traces along your jawline as he cradles your face between his hands, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “No names until after he’s born. We’ll look down at him, he will tell us who he is.”

“He will.” You say softly, your palm coming to rest on your stomach, smoothing over the space where that precious little life resides. “I just know he will.”

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garden fairy | y.j.h.

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synopsis ─ a variety show trip to a tiny village school turns unexpectedly sweet when the kids start calling jeonghan a butterfly prince—and you his fairy.

pairing ─ yoon jeonghan x gn!idol!reader

genre ─ fluff. slice of life. secret relationship. idolverse

wc ─ ~700

note: you and jeonghan have been secretly dating for 6 months. also, i tried a cute new format !! lmk what u guys think <3 this is a request from anon. taglist at end.

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you hadn’t been expecting to see him on today’s call sheet.

especially not next to your name in bold letters under the words:

“episode 5 - healing days: idol village edition

garden team – school visit – jeonghan + y/n”

“you two have good chemistry,” the pd had said brightly, way too brightly.

jeonghan had only tilted his head at you, all wide-eyed innocence. “what a coincidence,” he said, already smiling like he knew exactly what he was doing.

now, two hours later, you’re knee-deep in a school garden that’s somehow both adorable and wildly chaotic, trying to actually do your assigned task—while jeonghan has become the unofficial lettuce whisperer to a group of second graders.

he’s supposed to be weeding. instead, he’s squatting in front of a lettuce patch, holding up leaves like sacred scrolls. “this one looks like a dragon’s wing,” he tells a wide-eyed kid. “see that curve? totally a dragon.”

“what about this one?” another child asks, holding up a rounder one.

jeonghan squints. “hmm… that one’s a turtle shell. or maybe a sleeping cap.” you glance over from the carrot beds, deadpan. “jeonghan.”

“yes, farmer y/n?” he grins, batting his lashes.

“the lettuce won’t harvest itself.”

“neither will my fanbase,” he says, gesturing to the kids now giggling around him. “i’m sowing the seeds of friendship.”

you chuckle despite yourself. it’s impossible not to, even you weren’t safe from his charm. one of the kids suddenly turns to him and blurts, “jeonghan-oppa, you’re so pretty!”

jeonghan gasps like he’s just won an award. “really? thank you!” another girl pipes up. “you look like a butterfly prince!” at this, his hand flies to his chest, gently bowing his head. “i’ll accept this royal title.”

but then the princely man turns to you, mock-offended. “wait—what about our y/n-ssi? don’t you think they’re pretty too?”

the kids peer at you seriously, as if debating a very very serious topic within their little minds.

you smile, brushing dirt off your cheek, but before you can say anything, one girl clasps her hands like she’s made a discovery. “they’re not just pretty—they look like a garden fairy!” the other kids cheer and agree, echoing her words.

jeonghan blinks. “...a fairy?! that’s even better than prince!”

you snort, cheeks warming. “you’re the one comparing lettuce to dragons.”

“fairy magic,” he says solemnly, “is clearly more powerful.”

off to the side, one of the staff members walks by and mutters—just loud enough—“butterfly prince and garden fairy… sounds like a solid we got married pitch.” you and jeonghan both freeze.

then, almost in sync, you slowly turn to look at each other.

he raises a brow, dangerously amused. “should we start calling each other yeobo for authenticity?”

“don’t even joke.”

“too late. it’s canon now.”

you groan, turning back to the carrots, only for a little boy to tug at your sleeve.

“excuse me,” he asks seriously, “are you really married to jeonghan-hyung?”

jeonghan doesn’t even hesitate, eyes lighting up as he humored the little. “what do you think?”

the boy tilts his head. “...yes.”

jeonghan beams, absolutely delighted. “see? even the kids know we’re meant to be.”

you bury your face in your gloves.

and yet…

you glance up a few moments later, just in time to catch jeonghan gently squishing a little girl’s cheeks with both hands, his expression soft and playful as he tells her she’d make a perfect space princess one day.

and something about the image sticks—him crouching in the dirt, the light catching in his hair, kids gathered around him like flower petals. your chest aches a little in that quiet, dangerous way.

you imagine a little girl, smaller than these ones, her hands curled around the fabric of his hoodie, her laugh echoing in a cozy kitchen. jeonghan crouched in front of her to tie her shoes, telling her to protect you while he’s out for schedules. brushing her hair behind her ears and calling her his princess even if she’s got jam on her face.

your future.

your family.

your jeonghan.

you blink the thought away, heart skipping like a pebble across water.

jeonghan glances over. “you good?”

“fine,” you mumble. “just wondering how much lettuce we’d get if you actually worked.”

he snickers, but you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you—longer than before.

like maybe he’s wondering about the same what if.

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Many thoughts

A smile touched your face when the hand on your hip gripped you tighter. Carefully turning to face the man beside you who still had his eyes closed, you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your smile widened when he leaned into your touch. Asleep or awake, he always sought it out. And this was a person who didn't let most people touch him.  But I can because he’s my man. 

Period 😌

“Morning, my treasure.” The affectionate pet name was one you'd never grow tired of. It did make you giggle the first time he called you that. He had lots of money, more than you could ever fathom, and could buy all the treasures he could ever desire, yet he thought you were treasure. His most precious thing. 

Urgh what a great backstory for the nickname 🥰

“Slept very well. I had very good dreams.” His nose brushed your forehead before his lips touched it. You were happy to hear that. “In fact, I can show you exactly what I dreamt about if you’d like.”

Oop 👀

Bucky didn't ask for much. One of the only things he requested when you began your journey together was that you’d sit and have meals with him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was a time for the two of you to talk about anything and everything, though he preferred to focus on the present and the future instead of the past. You understood. You didn't like dwelling on the past either since your life was much happier now. 

I think that's a fair request and also nice thing to built a routine together

He arched an eyebrow, looking cool as ever. “What if I want you for breakfast?” He brought his lips to yours, not giving you a chance to argue that you hadn't brushed your teeth. He didn't care about things like that. “You wouldn't let me starve, would you?”

I think we all know the answer to that 😌

“How could I not want you? Even if I resisted, your skills of seduction are dangerous.” You gasped when a massive thigh pushed between your legs. “Moya Sladkaya, you think I’m seductive?” he purred, making you shiver as the sound vibrated through your body. “Yes and you know you are.” You bit your lip as his thigh shifted, gliding along your heat. It was tempting to ride it. “Your voice, your eyes, your mouth, your body. Partially why you became my sugar daddy.”

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭

He growled as he suddenly rolled on top of you. “I'm your boyfriend,” he corrected you, holding your gaze. He looked hungry. “Who happened to wipe out your debt the way a sugar daddy would.”

Nice coincidence ��

The gentle scrape of his teeth over your neck set your blood on fire. “If I’m insatiable, it’s your fault. One look at you and I was a goner,” he whispered, a hand moving possessively between your bodies. His thumb brushed your nipple into a taut peak, your back arching to seek out more of him. “You brought beauty and joy back to my world. You saved me, you know that?” Unexpected tears burned behind your lids. He lived in a world of gray for so long. The least you could do after everything was bring him some light. “You saved me, too,” you breathed. He got to be your hero. You got to be his treasure. A fair trade in his eyes.

🥰🥰🥰

You gasped when he nipped at your racing pulse. “Don’t do that. Don't compliment me. This isn’t about me.” Both of you had a tendency to deflect praise at times, but it was something you were working on. And while he didn’t view himself as a hero, he did save you in his own way. 

That's cute that they both do it 🥺🥰

“Don’t get cocky,” you groaned, feeling the evidence of his arousal press against you. Thick. Hard. You shuddered with the need for him to just take you. “Actually, you have every right to be cocky. You’ve ruined me.” He brought his face up to yours, close enough that he breathed against your lips. “I haven't ruined you yet.” His promise had you trembling, wishing he’d tear you apart without a second thought.

Heavy on the yet 🤭

He watched your blissful expression with dark eyes and a devilish smirk. “That’s what I dreamt about.” His rumbling words had your thighs trembling. “You underneath me, taking every inch of my cock, begging to come.”

Yeah I dream the same thing, weird 🤭😅

Butterflies filled your stomach. It wasn’t a proposal, but it still felt like he was asking in a way. “Do you mean in this bed? As long as we can have our meals here and do movie nights. Oh, and a way to clean the sheets because they’ll be filthy.” His eyes crinkled again as he chuckled. How did a laugh sound both wholesome and seductive? That was the power of Bucky Barnes. “And sex to keep us in shape,” he said, pulling the sheet more over you. “Sounds perfect, even if I don’t deserve it.”

A perfect life 🥰

Your heart swelled. He was so gone for you. “I’m not asking you to let me go,” you said, turning his head back to you until his eyes opened. “I’m your treasure, remember? Yours to keep.” The hard edges to his face softened once again. “C’mere,” he breathed.

🥰🥰🥰

You met him halfway when he leaned in, his lips only on yours for a second when the doorbell rang. You were about to ask if he was expecting company, but he didn’t have to with the way his body tensed. He turned away from you, his phone in hand to check the camera at the front door. Security was important to him. “What the hell?”

Beside a rude interruption I have a bad feeling about this 👀

Diamonds and Steel - Intro

Pairing: Retired Hitman!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky treats you to a getaway, but peace won't last for long.

Word Count: Over 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected v. sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive behavior, established relationship, dirty talk, talk of violence and nightmares, world building, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: So, I wrote this intro months ago. I feel like this Bucky would get along with our alpha. Thanks @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun shining in from the balcony door woke you slowly. You weren't sure what time it was as you squinted against the brightness with a small stretch, the spacious bedroom becoming brighter with each passing second. You had only been in the villa for a day, but it was your new favorite place. Thanks in large part to the person who brought you here. 

A smile touched your face when the hand on your hip gripped you tighter. Carefully turning to face the man beside you who still had his eyes closed, you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your smile widened when he leaned into your touch. Asleep or awake, he always sought it out. And this was a person who didn't let most people touch him. 

But I can because he’s my man. 

Bucky Barnes, a man who was intimidating even laying down. Tall with wide shoulders, built like a warrior with a few scars to prove it. You moved a finger through his nearly trimmed beard and almost wished he'd open his steely eyes so you could gaze into them. He unnerved many with his stare, but he always looked at you as if you were the reason he saw the light of day. Burying your face in his neck with a sigh, it gave you a sense of peace when he pulled you closer to him on instinct. 

“Morning, my treasure.” The affectionate pet name was one you'd never grow tired of. It did make you giggle the first time he called you that. He had lots of money, more than you could ever fathom, and could buy all the treasures he could ever desire, yet he thought you were treasure. His most precious thing. 

“Morning,” you whispered, shifting so your body could melt into his more. 

He moaned appreciatively as your hips moved closer. “How did you sleep?” He tipped your chin up so he could look at you, the sleep fading quickly from his eyes. It didn't matter that he just woke up, he looked as handsome as ever and knocked the wind right out of you. It was highly doubtful you looked beautiful having just woken up, but he’d say looked perfect if you asked. 

“I slept well,” you answered. You had good dreams, including one of the two of you sitting on soft white sand and watching the waves crash in the glittering ocean. You could go anywhere in the world you wanted now thanks to him. “Did you?”

Bucky warned you when you entered your relationship with him that he sometimes had trouble sleeping. Bouts of insomnia and occasional nightmares. You witnessed one first-hand near the beginning when he woke up in a cold sweat, his hand clenched like he was holding a weapon and empty eyes like he couldn't see what was right in front of him. He didn't like to talk about his past and could only tell you later on that all he saw were bullets and blood. 

His haunted gaze broke your heart. 

“Slept very well. I had very good dreams.” His nose brushed your forehead before his lips touched it. You were happy to hear that. “In fact, I can show you exactly what I dreamt about if you’d like.”

Need slammed into you at the implication, your palms itching to feel his hardened body as he held you closer. You wanted to trace the scars, the tattoos. Every inch of him. “Sure you don't want breakfast first?”

Bucky didn't ask for much. One of the only things he requested when you began your journey together was that you’d sit and have meals with him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was a time for the two of you to talk about anything and everything, though he preferred to focus on the present and the future instead of the past. You understood. You didn't like dwelling on the past either since your life was much happier now. 

He arched an eyebrow, looking cool as ever. “What if I want you for breakfast?” He brought his lips to yours, not giving you a chance to argue that you hadn't brushed your teeth. He didn't care about things like that. “You wouldn't let me starve, would you?”

The low heat from his voice seared through your core, wrapping around you like the satin sheet that covered you both. It was the only thing covering you in fact, your clothes strewn across the floor the night before. He had you keep the diamond pendant on, a gift he had given you when you arrived at the villa. It was beautiful.

The diamond to his steel.

“As if you’d ever starve. Your appetite for me is borderline gluttonous,” you teased. Guilt flickered in his eyes before you put a hand to his cheek, his expression shifting back to normal. “Hey, I didn't mean that in a bad way. I love that you want me.”

Oh, did Bucky want you. His face buried between your thighs, his cock spearing you open. If he didn't have you in bed, he had you against a wall or bent over the nearest surface. Not a day went by that he didn't give you at least one orgasm, like he was making up for lost time apart before you even knew each other. It didn't make sense to you some days that a man as gorgeous and worldly as him could have anyone he wanted, but chose you. 

“And I love you wanting me,” he said. You didn't just want him. You ached for him, inside and out. How could one man hold such power over you? To be fair, the balance of power was equal in some ways since you affected him the same way.

“How could I not want you? Even if I resisted, your skills of seduction are dangerous.”

You gasped when a massive thigh pushed between your legs. “Moya Sladkaya, you think I’m seductive?” he purred, making you shiver as the sound vibrated through your body.

“Yes and you know you are.” You bit your lip as his thigh shifted, gliding along your heat. It was tempting to ride it. “Your voice, your eyes, your mouth, your body. Partially why you became my sugar daddy.”

He growled as he suddenly rolled on top of you. “I'm your boyfriend,” he corrected you, holding your gaze. He looked hungry. “Who happened to wipe out your debt the way a sugar daddy would.”

“That’s still crazy to me,” you remarked. 

“That I wiped out your debt or that I’m your boyfriend?”

You twirled a bit of his hair around your finger. “Both,” you whispered. Living a debt free life was something you hadn't thought possible until he showed up. Now you had a life without the stress of bills and work, and also one where you felt loved and cared for. He gave you that and more. “But it’s crazy in the best possible way.”

“So it’s a good thing I'm crazy about you,” he smirked.

“Crazy about me?” You put a hand to his forehead. “Hmm. I think you should have your head examined.”

Bucky took your hand and brought it to his mouth, his expression blank. “No one needs to look inside my head,” he said, his eyes warm again as he kissed your palm. It seemed to push out whatever memory undoubtedly crept into his mind. “Because if someone could, they’d see all the dirty things I've done to you and no one else needs to see that.”

You giggled as he nudged your legs apart. “Yes, you’ve done a lot of dirty things to me,” you teased, your eyes slipping shut as he peppered kisses along your jaw and neck. Just two days ago he had you naked in his lap with your arms tied behind your back while he fed you dessert. And then he had you for dessert. “You’re insatiable.”

The gentle scrape of his teeth over your neck set your blood on fire. “If I’m insatiable, it’s your fault. One look at you and I was a goner,” he whispered, a hand moving possessively between your bodies. His thumb brushed your nipple into a taut peak, your back arching to seek out more of him. “You brought beauty and joy back to my world. You saved me, you know that?”

Unexpected tears burned behind your lids. He lived in a world of gray for so long. The least you could do after everything was bring him some light. “You saved me, too,” you breathed. He got to be your hero. You got to be his treasure. A fair trade in his eyes.

You gasped when he nipped at your racing pulse. “Don’t do that. Don't compliment me. This isn’t about me.” Both of you had a tendency to deflect praise at times, but it was something you were working on. And while he didn’t view himself as a hero, he did save you in his own way. 

“You’re a good man,” you said softly, fiercely. He didn't think he was because of some of the things he had done, because of the blood on his hands, but he wasn’t a bad person. “I mean it, Bucky.”

He sighed, scraping his beard against your skin affectionately. “I know you do.” He took his time sliding his hand down your torso, your breath leaving your lungs at the same slow speed. “But I want to compliment you, so take what I give you.”

You'd be sure to compliment him again later. “Not the only thing you’ll tell me to take, is it?” You giggled when he growled again. Getting under his skin was a lot of fun. “We both know I take you so well. Just like I take every drop you spill into me, no matter which hole you choose.”

He made a sound between a moan and a growl. You didn't think your dirty talk was the best by any means, but he loved it. “And you call me insatiable,” he said, his fingers exquisitely gentle as they found your wetness. “Always wet and ready for me, eager for me to fill all of your holes.”

“Don’t get cocky,” you groaned, feeling the evidence of his arousal press against you. Thick. Hard. You shuddered with the need for him to just take you. “Actually, you have every right to be cocky. You’ve ruined me.”

He brought his face up to yours, close enough that he breathed against your lips. “I haven't ruined you yet.” His promise had you trembling, wishing he’d tear you apart without a second thought. 

You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, heat curling in your stomach as he slipped a calloused finger inside you. Your hands moved to his arms, his muscles rippling as he pumped it deep. Your sensitive walls clenched as he added another, a delicious tease of what was to come. How did your need for him continue to grow with each day that passed?

Bucky broke the kiss, your breathing heavy as he continued to toy with you. “After breakfast, I want your cunt pulsing on my tongue,” he whispered as he broke the kiss, a thrill shooting from your head to your toes. You’d be content to spend the rest of your life sitting on his face if you could get away with it.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, pleasure mounting as his fingers curled. You tried to hold back the familiar cresting waves, wanting his cock inside you when you let it wash over you. “Make love to me. Fuck me. Just get your cock in me.”

Slowly removing his fingers, your hole clenching around nothing, he smirked as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. The stark hunger in his gaze at the taste of you nearly made you orgasm. “Well, since you’re so desperate for me,” he teased, gripping the base of his cock and lining the head against your hole. 

“I’m desperate?” Your voice cracked when he slid into you in one deep thrust. Your fingers dug into his biceps, adjusting to the size of him as he looked into your eyes. He was searching for any discomfort or pain. There was none there. Your body would always welcome him home. 

“Yes. Desperate.” You couldn't deny that when Bucky moved his hips. Deep, long strokes, the drag of his cock making you feel almost mindless. No one before him made you desperate. No one else ever would. “Wet. Tight. Beautiful. Perfect.”

You gasped, rolling your hips up to meet his. “I’m not-” He cut you off with a kiss, silencing your protest that you weren't perfect. You were anything but. Like everyone, you had flaws. Imperfections. It was like he didn't see them or they didn't exist in his eyes. 

“Yes, you fucking are,” he growled, making you cry out when he thrust hard. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he crushed your chests together, your heart matching the rhythm of his. You held onto him like you never wanted to let him go. “My perfect treasure.”

Heat engulfed you as he reached between you and slid his fingers along your clit. Your hips bucked, your arousal climbing and taking you higher. The handsome man above you canting his hips and groaning as you keened had your body begging for release. 

“Bucky, please. I need to come,” you whined. You didn't need his permission, but you still begged for it. 

He watched your blissful expression with dark eyes and a devilish smirk. “That’s what I dreamt about.” His rumbling words had your thighs trembling. “You underneath me, taking every inch of my cock, begging to come.”

A hand worked its way to his hair and gripped it, trying to ground yourself from the sensations rushing through you. The edges of your vision blurred as your body wound tighter, ready to give yourself over to the pleasure only he could provide. “Please, Bucky,” you said. At least you thought you said it. The waves were ready to sweep you away. 

“Come for me.” His husky voice wasn't one to be denied. “Make my dream come true.”

Your head fell back, your walls fluttering around his cock as you went over the precipice. Blood roared in your ears, but you could still hear him moan your name as you spiraled out of control. His body followed your lead, pumping his hips a few more times before he came with a deep moan. Feeling him flood your insides and seeing ecstasy fill his gorgeous eyes made you grip him like a vice all over again. 

Bucky pulled you close when he gently collapsed on the bed, staying inside you as long as he could. Your body fit against his like you were designed just for him and you couldn't help but smile as you caught your breath. He smiled, too. A gorgeous, carefree smile. 

“Dream come true?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat when his smile widened and eyes crinkled. 

“Even better,” he whispered, cupping your cheek and skimming his lips against yours in a soft kiss. “Can we just stay like this?

You rubbed your cheek against his hand as the hazy cloud lifted. “If that’s what you want.”

“I meant forever,” he half teased, his hand reaching for yours to trace your bare finger.

Butterflies filled your stomach. It wasn’t a proposal, but it still felt like he was asking in a way. “Do you mean in this bed? As long as we can have our meals here and do movie nights. Oh, and a way to clean the sheets because they’ll be filthy.”

His eyes crinkled again as he chuckled. How did a laugh sound both wholesome and seductive? That was the power of Bucky Barnes. “And sex to keep us in shape,” he said, pulling the sheet more over you. “Sounds perfect, even if I don’t deserve it.”

You tilted your head, gazing at the man who turned your world upside down as the happiness slowly slipped from his face. Like how your body ached for his, your heart ached for him, too. “You do deserve this. You're not a bad man, Bucky.” He needed to hear it again. You'd tell him as many times as it took until it sank in. 

His jaw twitched, his eyes holding a hint of regret. “I’ve killed people,” he reminded you in an even tone.

“I know,” you whispered. You accepted that it was part of his past and who he was. You accepted him. “That doesn’t make you unworthy of me.”

His eyes closed, his hold on you firmer. “It would almost be easier if you condemned me, but I’m a selfish man who wouldn’t be able to let you go.”

Your heart swelled. He was so gone for you. “I’m not asking you to let me go,” you said, turning his head back to you until his eyes opened. “I’m your treasure, remember? Yours to keep.”

The hard edges to his face softened once again. “C’mere,” he breathed. You met him halfway when he leaned in, his lips only on yours for a second when the doorbell rang. You were about to ask if he was expecting company, but he didn’t have to with the way his body tensed. He turned away from you, his phone in hand to check the camera at the front door. Security was important to him. “What the hell?”

“Who is it?” You sat up, not bothering to cover yourself as he got up and threw something on. You couldn’t even appreciate the view since his entire demeanor changed. “And should I go with you?”

His jaw twitched again. “Delivery guy dropped something off and left. Hang back a little,” he answered before he grabbed you a robe. He’d preferred you close as opposed to being in the bedroom alone. “I don’t want anyone seeing you if they’re still nearby.”

“Lots of people see me,” you tried to joke. You stopped smiling when he swung his head your way. He took your safety very seriously. “I’ll hang back.”

Taking your hand, he headed to the front of the villa. Your legs shook a bit, but you blamed that on the orgasm he gave you and not fear. He stopped you before you could reach the door, giving you a quick, hard kiss. It left you breathless when he pulled away. “Stay right here,” he whispered, your heart pounding as he grabbed one of his many hidden guns. 

Weapons everywhere, a habit he’d never break.

You couldn’t see his expression when he went out to retrieve whatever was dropped off, but you understood his paranoia since he lived a dangerous life before. Not a lot of people knew where you were going on this vacation and he clearly wasn't expecting a delivery. “What is it?” you asked once he put the gun away and went back to you. A smile touched your lips when you saw the arrangement of various red flowers. “Those are beautiful.”

“They’re addressed to you.” He plucked the card from the holder to show you, his mouth set in a grim line. “But I didn’t order these.”

Dread filled you as you took the card from him and turned it over. Your name was the only thing written on it, minus a small stamp in the corner you hadn’t seen before: a heart and dagger. “Well, if you didn’t get me these, who did?”

“Someone from my past,” he said so quietly he almost missed it. 

Your eyes widened. “Why would someone from your past send me flowers?” As far as you knew he didn't keep in touch with most of his old associates. “And how do they know we’re here?”

You stopped breathing when you saw his eyes. Cold. Deadly. “That’s what I'm going to find out.”

So much for staying in bed today.

OOH. What do we think so far? I wonder who from Bucky's past is going to pop up and why. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Hi, so, after your post I have a few question about Arthur, and I understand if you can't anserw them if it's not spoilers for the story.

So, how exactly did Arthur go back to his own world? Did Merlina give up trying to make him stay, or did he find a way of his own?

Another thing, is Arthur simply what others started calling him when they learned he was King Arthur and disregard his actual name, or is Arthur actually his name and not Sonic?

If it's the former, I imagine it was frustrating having everyone ignore his actual name, instead calling him a title and name he didn't choose for himself, one that was forced upon him.

Thanks for the question!! To all you Arthur enjoyers, here’s a page of the guy

I get two main questions about him: Is one of the Sonics, and will we see him outside of flashbacks? For the first one, y’all are stuck with Lance on that. The second? Perhaps :)

Looking back, I kinda realized that I gave Arthur the dead wife haunting the narrative role? For someone who’s not even there, he still has a huge presence!

The other questions, I can answer a bit more freely lol!

For how Arthur gets home, I haven’t decided that yet! Maybe the Lady of the Lake ends up pitying him, Merlina changes her mind, or he just popped back one day. However, time moves a lot differently in SATBK. So, Arthur is 2 years older after leaving the storybook.

For your other question, Arthur is what they started calling him despite being Sonic. And yeah, the loss of identity/freedom from being hailed as King Arthur for years made him. a little mad. It also led him to various coping mechanisms, which I might go into detail later? It really depends, I’m not exactly sure how young this audience runs? Arthur’s storyline would probably dip into mature themes, and I really don’t want to expose younger groups to that. So depending on the response, I’ll dial back Arthur’s involvement in the plot and stuff.

Last bit, I promise.

In terms of Lansoni? By the end of his reign, Arthur is Lance’s greatest failure, and Lance is Sonic’s worst nightmare.

Before that? It was right person, wrong time.

[yulin-pop]

i just saw your headcanon of Ace + Deuce w the same crush, but what if reader ended up w another person? (u can choose who you prefer to write)

⤷ ✧ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

order 91 | headcanons | Heartslabyul+Malleus|Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: I chose the most ironic candidates, They never stood a chance against them

Of course they would know you had a crush, they both feigned surprise and begged for names and how and when this crush started. I mean, seriously, who could’ve caught your eye? You wouldn’t tell them which gave them both at least a little hope it could’ve been one of them.

Though as you dropped more hints, they learned they were an upperclassmen.

Well, sucks for them but just because you have a crush doesn’t mean it will be reciprocated— but they were proven wrong.

You would gush about the interactions you shared with your crush to the two, leading to some snooping. But they would never seem to catch you talking to whoever this mysterious yet charming guy was.

That was until you came forward with some news at lunch, with glimmering eyes and flushed cheeks you announced…

➺ Riddle Rosehearts

“Me and Riddle are official.”

Neither of them are happy, far from it. They hide their true opinion of it. Yeah, they would be upset no matter who it was but Riddle? He was a psycho when they first met, caused a lot of trouble for all of them and somehow you caught feelings for him.

But you have a rebuttal towards Ace, he was your first bully when you came to Night Raven but you’re still friends. One can argue he’s still your bully actually.

But then they find it hard to imagine Riddle in all those rants you went on about. Before you and Riddle began dating, you freaked out when you went on a study and brunch date with him.

He wiped your face and leaned in close enough you could feel his breath against your ear. Good for you (I guess) but it’s hard to see Riddle doing that.

Their first reaction is to go to Grim and just unleash every thought they had on the matter at him.

“I mean seriously Riddle? He’s shorter than both of us! Isn’t it crazy since I was always the closest. I walked [Name] to class multiple times but it’s special when Riddle does it. It’s so dumb. I bet they’re both too shy to do anything to the point where they just look into each other’s eyes. That’s so awkward!!” Ace rambled.

“Yeah!” The only thing Deuce could do was agree since Ace was already saying everything on his mind.

I think the first week they’re in disbelief and just go silent whenever you mention Riddle. The second week is when the teasing starts. By teasing they’re actually helping you since when you see Riddle, they push you into him. Which always leads to Riddle catching you and both of you getting flustered.

As much as they did like you, as said by Grim, they need to accept it. Deuce seemed to be the most crushed out of the two but that’s just because Ace hid it behind indifference.

They’re both the people who will always be on your side when you and Riddle have a fight. They don’t just blindly agree though, if you did something wrong they’re going to tell you.

It’s hard to say if they will lose feelings for you after you started dating someone else. I think they won’t ever lose the affection they had for you but the crush and the potential you had together will be pushed to the back of the brain for as long as you were happy with someone else. That’s what mattered more.

➺ Cater Diamond

You shoved your phone screen in their faces and showed a video recording of Cater confessing to you with a poster and flowers. The video ending with you hugging Cater and his arms wrapped around you.

Okay with Cater it’s not as big of a surprise. He wasn’t clueless in dating but not what you would call “experienced”. Looking back at everything you gushed about it did sound like Cater.

All the mentions of selfies and how he would always take pictures of you, remarking how cute and photogenic you were. It checked out seeing how often he posted you in the past few weeks, they’re kinda mad they didn’t realize it sooner. Of course there was a whole post on his MagiCam announcing your relationship. Just to be expected of Cater.

Deuce asked if you were okay with your relationship being out there like that and surprisingly you were, not caring how embarrassing it could be.

Ace is the one who makes you feel embarrassed about it though. He points out and laughs at all the photos Cater posts of you two. And yeah he left some satire hate comments.

The first week is almost unbearable, especially because Cater is pretty open about how his happy-go-lucky mood is because of you.

“After months of constant rizzing and going out on dates, they said yes.” He would proudly proclaim to whoever asked.

Ace accidentally cut him off mid sentence to tell him to shut up and then Deuce has to apologize. Ace is slightly hostile to Cater while Deuce is just short with him but that eventually goes away.

Whenever Cater is anywhere near by. Ace says “Oh look it’s your boyfriend go kiss him!” But before you could react Cater is already walking over and steals you for whatever reason.

➺ Trey Clover

“I managed to confess to him… Trey said yes.”

They were surprised, Trey was a wild card but it’s not like he was the worst out of the upperclassmen. But it all made more sense how when you would come over to Heartslabyul, you’d always go to the kitchen saying you’re hungry and wait around until you found Trey. Not only that you wouldn’t even eat. Same with how you randomly took an interest in baking and started taking lessons from Trey.

Deuce is awkward and Ace is slightly irritated but both congratulate you but Ace mentioned how it was weird you had to confess. Though that led to you going into a strained retell of how you confessed and how Trey reacted and how wonderful it all was.

Trey did seem sort of distant when with you but that really didn’t seem to affect how you were with him. Ace and Deuce got the slight impression Trey was inexperienced. Deuce wasn’t one to judge but Ace was the one to scoff at it.

Trey wouldn’t mention it unless anyone asked, more importantly when you saw him at lunch or during school Ace would try to push you over to him but you insisted you wanted to leave him alone. Why is that? You two didn’t seem to interact much even though you were dating.

Ace and Deuce mentioned this to Grim, just because they were nosey and all. “Seriously you think they’re distant? Man if only you KNEW… [Name] is almost never here because they’re out with Trey and when they are home they’re talking about how much they want Trey to come over.”

So that’s how it was, they’re the more hidden couples but in private they act completely differently. Additionally, that explains why you’ve been texting them less after school. They don’t have a lot to say besides the normal anguish that comes with unrequited love.

-ˋˏ Malleus Draconia

“I think me and Horton are dating?”

Oh yeah that’s pretty normal, just you announcing your possible relationship with the most powerful fae in school and the future king of Briar Valley. Now what’s with that vague wording?! It’s either you are or you aren’t.

They shake you and demand answers out of you. But you can’t answer some of them. The truth is you confessed but you received a vague answer back. “How cute… I admit somehow my heart aches with approval.” That’s all you got back.

Now Ace, you and Deuce began theorizing what it meant. You hoped it to be acceptance but the other two prayed you’d be rejected. You’ve told them everything about this “Horton” which was later to be discovered as Malleus Draconia… Despite the discovery, you still had feelings for him.

They knew who they were up against though. But they weren’t even sure if it was a competition since you’d had an interest in him and he may like you back. But they’ve never been the types to back down.

You raved about it over and over to them, though they would talk down your excitement. You were really happy and it’s not like they don’t want you to be happy but… you’re not even dating so just hold your horses. They tried to make so points like Malleus is the heir to Briar Valley so there’s issue with that and his emotions can cause devastating storms so leaving him on read may or may not tear down Ramshackle.

Regardless, you planned to meet with him again to confirm the status of your relationship and Deuce and Ace turned to Grim once they realized they couldn’t stop you.

They were trying to force Grim to go along with their plan of talking you down from dating Malleus, then to stop you from meeting with him at night by any means necessary but Grim could only do so much.

The next morning, you had small bags under your eyes but were brimming with joy, talking about how you love Horton. Besides how politically crazy your relationship is for Malleus, they’re supportive as long as you’re happy. Nothing changed much besides the fact you always want to talk about your boyfriend.

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Every time you knock on his door, Yuki wonders if this will be the night you finally see him. 

It’s raining again (it’s always raining when you visit him, he realizes. Maybe it’s a sign) when you stumble into Yuki’s apartment, mascara smudged, heart heavier than it should be for a second date. 

You don’t even have to say anything. He’s already up from the couch, handing you a blanket, pretending it doesn’t tear him apart when you sigh into the soft cotton and tuck yourself into the corner like you belong there. 

“This guy sucked too?” he asks kightly, masking the ache with a smirk. 

You groan, flopping your head back against the cushion. “They always do.”

Yuki smiles – soft, tight, a secret he can’t tell you – and sits back down, close but not close enough. Never close enough. 

You don’t see it, the way his hands clench when you start listing off another man’s mistakes. The way his throat constricts when you say, half-laughing, “Why is it so hard to find someone who actually cares?” 

Because he cares. God, he cares so much it scrapes against his ribs, leaves him bleeding in ways he can’t even name. 

And yet, he stays. He always stays. 

You get drunk on the cheap wine he stores in the back of his fridge, just for you. When the tears make way for delirious exhaustion, you burrow yourself into his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He feels your breathing even out as you drift to sleep, half on him, half off the couch, your breath soft against his chest. 

And then Yuki watches you – really watches you – cataloging every twitch of your nose, every sleepy murmur, every exhausted piece of you you’ve never shown anyone else. 

He wonders what it would take for you to look at him the way you look at the guys who chase. The ones who never call back, who have never deserved you. 

Tell me how to be yours, he thinks miserably, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. Show me how. 

Yuki knows the sound of your knock by heart. – three quick taps, the third one softer, like you’re already apologizing (you never have to apologize to him. He just wishes you could see that). 

He’s across the room before you even finish, like he’s been waiting by the door all night. 

(He has.)

You’re laughing when he opens it, a little tipsy, eyeliner smudged under your eyes, heels dangling from your fingers. 

“He doesn’t like dogs,” you say by way of explanation, striding past him to the kitchen, where a bottle of wine is already waiting for you. “How can I date someone who hates dogs?”

Yuki’s mouth quirks up, a familiar ache settling in his chest. 

You don’t have a dog. 

You just like the idea of one, the same way you like the idea of someone who’ll love you properly. 

He locks the door behind you – locks the world out – and follows you to the couch. 

He knows you better than anyone should. 

The way you always take two quick, consecutive sips of wine mid-sentence when you’re angry but trying not to show it. 

The way you pick at the hem of your sleeve when you’re lying (mostly to yourself). 

The way you drop your keys a little too hard on his kitchen counter when the date was worse than you’ll admit. 

Tonight, it’s the wine thing. 

You’re mid-story, laughing about some guy who wouldn’t stop talking about his crypto-currency portfolio – and there it is: sip, sip. 

A little shiver of anger under all the humor. 

Yuki watches it all happen like a well-worn book. Familiar. Predictable. Hurting for you, because you’re hurting and don’t even know it. 

And sometimes (read: all the time), he wonders – aches, really – whether you can read him just as easily. 

Whether you can see the way he holds his breath every time you walk through his door. Whether you notice how his hands curl into fists when you talk about kissing other boys. Whether you feel how much he loves you, like heat pouring off of him in waves he can’t hide. 

You catch him staring. 

“What?”

He shakes his head and lies with all the steadiness he can muster. 

“Nothing.”

The wine hits you fast tonight. You’re loose and golden, bathed in the glow of the lamps you forced him to buy. Your laughter is loud, voice slurring the edges of his name like it’s a song. 

“Yukiiiii,” you draw out his name in a drowsy groan, poking his chest with a grin. “How come you’re the only good one?”

He raises an eyebrow, begs his heart rate to return to normal. “Good one what?”

“Good boy,” you giggle, pressing your palm flat against his chest like you need to feel his heartbeat. “Good boy Yuki.” 

The words punch all the air out of his lungs. You don’t even know what you’re doing to him. 

He catches your hand gently; holds it against his chest. 

“You’re drunk.” he says, voice rough. 

You tilt your head, studying him – really looking this time. His messy hair. His soft, careful mouth. His eyes, so dark and tender they look like they could swallow you whole. 

“You’re pretty,” you murmur, almost surprised. 

He swallows hard. 

You’re close enough he can smell the cheap wine on your breath, the flowery perfume fading from your skin. Close enough he could close the distance and kiss you. Just once, just to know. 

Your hand slides up, fingertips brushing the side of his neck. He leans in before he can stop himself; he feels the pull, the gravity. 

The space between you sparks and hums. 

You’re the one who closes your eyes first. 

But before your lips meet, Yuki pulls back, a fraction, breathing hard. 

“You’ll hate me tomorrow,” he whispers. 

You blink, dazed. Confused. He lets you go carefully, like handling something fragile. 

You pout but don’t push. Instead, you curl up next to him, murmuring something soft he can’t catch. 

It’s worse somehow, being so close, being so his, without touching. 

Yuki closes his eyes and memorizes the weight of you against his side. 

Another secret he’ll keep. 

Weeks later, after yet another terrible date, you’re sitting together on his kitchen floor, sharing a carton of ice cream because the freezer broke and it’s melting anyway. 

“You think I’m broken?” you ask suddenly, not looking at him. 

Yuki’s spoon clatters against the linoleum. 

“No,” he says, so fiercely that you finally glance over. 

“No?” you ask softly, studying the way his brow furrows. “But I’m a mess.” 

“You’re my mess,” he says, voice low and gravelly. 

You freeze. 

He’s not laughing. He’s not teasing. 

And for a second, the whole world tilts – you, him, the melting bubblegum ice cream between you – and something deep in Yuki’s chest pulls tight. 

You shove another bite into your mouth to kill the moment and hiss when your brain freezes. 

Neither of you talks about it. 

But it hangs there, waiting. 

It goes on like that for months. You, chasing the wrong people; Yuki, catching you every time you fall. 

A pattern. A punishment. A prayer he doesn’t know how to stop saying. 

Until tonight. 

(It’s raining again. Of course it is.)

Tonight, you come over different. No makeup. No excuses. No terrible date to blame it on. 

Just you, standing on his doorstep, shivering slightly in the night air, looking at him like you’re seeing something for the very first time. You’re soaked to the bone, and he resists the urge to bundle you up in his arms. 

Instead, he pulls you inside, peels your wet jacket off with careful hands, presses a mug of tea into your frozen fingers. 

You’re silent for a long time. 

When you finally stop shaking, you look up – and there it is. 

All the years you wasted on the boys who never stayed. All the nights Yuki kept the fridge stocked with wine he hated. 

All the ways he loved you without ever asking for anything back. 

He sees the pieces click into place. He watches in awe as you finally, finally, see him. 

“Yuki,” you whimper, voice raw, almost breaking. “Why do you always let me in?” 

The question guts him. Leaves him standing there, heart stuttering, mouth useless. 

You step closer, hands trembling a little at your sides. “Why do you always stay?”

Because I love you, he wants to say. Because I would move mountains if you asked. Because there’s no one else I want to stay for. 

Instead, he says, voice rougher than gravel, “I guess I’m just waiting for you to notice me.” 

Your mouth parts, a soft, shocked sound. A sound full of all the things Yuki’s never dared to dream about. 

You move first, surging into him, fists curling into the front of his hoodie, pulling him down. You kiss him like you’re trying to make up for every second you didn’t. 

His hands find your waist like they were built to hold you, steady you, keep you. 

The kiss is clumsy – all teeth and desperation and rainwater – but it’s real. It’s so real Yuki feels his knees buckle under the weight of his relief. 

When you pull back, gasping, you see it in his eyes: the way he’s loved you quietly, painfully, for so long. 

“I’m sorry for making you wait,” you whisper. 

He smiles then, wide and shaky and so, so in love. “Teach me,” he murmurs against your temple. “Teach me how to be yours.” 

“You already are,” you laugh, tears flowing freely now. “You always have been.” 

Two years later, Yuki watches you dance barefoot in your new kitchen – messy hair, wearing an old Red Bull polo – while rain slicks down the windows in silver sheets. There’s a half-empty bottle of cheap strawberry wine sweating in the fridge, forgotten, just like the laundry buzzing in the dryer and the half-folder takeout menus scattered across the counter. 

And Yuki thinks, This is what coming home feels like. 

And when you catch him staring, cheeks pink, soft and stupid with love, you throw your arms around his neck and giggle, “God, Yuki, you’re such a sap.” 

He grins, pulling you in closer, nose brushing yours. “Only for you.” 

Only ever for you. 

[vicolette]

New Look !

– A/N : requested by @redbulldoesntgiveyouwings !!

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, bullying (affectionate), curse words, not proofread

"Are you cold?"

The match against Real Madrid was over with Kounde's dream goal, securing a win for FC Barcelona with a 3:2 score. You, as one of the media interns and a cousin of Hector, had watched it with the staff and your uncle and aunt, actually enjoying your time.

Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had quite literally screamed when Lamine appeared and the camera zoomed into your face, laughing in front of millions at how absurd his new hairstyle was. His lovely curls were dead – the ones which you have adored ever since he had first debuted.

Gone.

"Sorry for my reaction." You apologized as you tilted your head, being greeted with the sight of him grinning at you, and his bleached blonde hair. As you slightly scowled and sets till inspected his look, you couldn’t help but smile.

"You little rat." Lamine whispered under his breath, shaking his head as he wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you closer, embracing you into a hug. His arms were caving you within him, but you liked it that way.

Even so, as the stadium slowly started to get empty, the noise of the fans began to fade away, yet you could still hear them. His teammates were probably waiting for him to enter the locker room and join their live, but Lamine didn’t move an inch.

A soft kiss was pressed on your forehead, right after you had placed a hand on his chest to push him away and tell him to go. Lamine should celebrate his win, not stay here with you.

Nonetheless, it was what he wanted as he didn’t let go of you, shaking his head as he frowned when he realized what your intention was. Moments like these were rare, when you could simply breathe and bask into each other’s embrace without feeling pressured.

And yet still, you insisted on him going back to his team, while you would go to the staff and continue doing your work.

"Baby, don’t move…" You could sigh as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with a gaze that made him stare for a second, before moving his head to hide his blush. "We have time."

As you parted your lips to speak up, to demand him to go back into the locker room instead of standing in the middle of the tunnel, Lamine turned his head around again and stole a kiss. It was annoying to hear you like this, he had thought, yet it didn’t matter if he could have you like this.

Now, whenever you tried to push him away and tell him to go back, Lamine interrupted you with yet another kiss, enjoying the way you looked like in his arms. At some point, he eventually stopped once you also stopped, reluctantly sighing in defeat.

"But I look good, don’t I?" He muttered into your ear, smirking ear to ear as he saw you fondly smile at him. Exhaustion was starting to build up inside of you, especially from all the traveling, yet you merely caressed his hair as you gazed up at him.

"Mhm. Now that I look at you…" His ego was boosted as Lamine raised his arm and showed his muscles, shrugging his shoulders as if he knew that you would say it. In response, you chuckled at his delusion, lightly slapping his chest.

Even through the thin fabric of his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat as you leaned closer. The peace for once didn’t disturb him, at least if it was spent with you. Adrenaline was still in his body as he tried to catch his breath, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. The moment was perfect, until-

"Get a room, lovebirds!" Alejandro yelled out out of nowhere, making you tense up as you turned your head to face him from across the tunnel. Lamine groaned in frustration, pulling you impossibly closer.

"Shut the hell up!" He screamed back, glaring at his friend when he saw more people pass by. Hector took a picture for blackmail, Pau tried to hide his laughter, Ansu rolled his eyes and Pedri stared at you two up and down before shaking his head.

'Kids these days.' He thought, all while Raphinha was laughing his ass off right behind him.

"Don’t mind them, Y/n." You stared back at Lamine as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, hiding your face while he struggled to comfort you from the agony of being tortured.

A sigh of relief escaped from his lips once everyone else was gone, making him lean against the wall with a hand on your lower back and the other on his phone. Flick had told him to come celebrate, but he didn’t want to.

"You tired, meu amor?" The question made you scoff, shaking your head as you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, wondering if he seriously thought that you would sleep after such an intense night. Lamine must have lost his head,

"As if."

"Hey, I was just asking! Who knows?"

– A/N : hear me OUT.

[aryadelvich]

Hi can you write lu x baddie reader ?

Reader somehow went on a date with him because he is cute but nothing more but then she realizes that she actually like him.

And he is nervous cause somehow he is going on a date with a baddie 🥺 he is crushing on her since the first time he saw her

Anyway you can include smut cause you write it the best lol 😫

Hiii !!! Hahah thank you for the smut compliment I’m trying my best !!! And here it is, hope you like it !!! 💚

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Luigi Mangione x baddie Reader

You had everything going for you — the career, the health, the intelligence, the wisdom, the empathy, the confidence. An apartment in a beautiful city. The body, the hair, the clothes, the style. Everything. And you had worked hard for it. You had fought for everything you had, and you had succeeded. But there was one thing no one ever warned you about: men were intimidated by you. At first, things would start off normally, but the closer they got, the more distant they became—as if your light was too much for them to handle.

After years of being alone—and perfectly content with it—someone approached you. His name was Luigi. You had worked together once; he handled the IT department. But you lost touch after you moved to a different city for a better opportunity. You hadn't thought about him in years. Until one quiet afternoon in a small café, with your nose buried in a book, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up. There he was — smiling, his face framed by strong, familiar brows, two small beauty marks dotting his cheeks. He looked... different now. More mature. More masculine. You remembered him from your early days after university—shy, yes, but always gentle and kind. You had never really spoken to him back then. You had assumed you were too different, that you wouldn’t have anything in common. You hadn't made the effort to know him — and if you were honest, you had judged him a little.

And as you talked, you realized something: the first thing he brought up wasn’t the past—it was the book you were reading. Conversation flowed, though you could feel how nervous he was. You pretended not to notice. There were no shared memories to reminisce about. It was, in a way, the first real conversation you had ever had. Then, out of nowhere, in the middle of the conversation, he asked you out. It caught you off guard.

You hadn’t even planned to say yes to a date with him. You thought he was cute—sure—in that soft, boy-next-door kind of way. But you had men lining up for your attention, and you had learned to keep your standards high.

Yet something about Luigi’s shy smile, his awkward sincerity, had caught you off guard.

So here you were, sitting across from him at a cozy little restaurant, your legs crossed elegantly, your lip gloss catching the candlelight every time you spoke. And he was a mess. In the most endearing way possible.

He gave you a small, questioning look—seeking permission—and when you gave it, he took your hand gently and pressed a kiss to it.

"I have to admit," he said, still holding your hand lightly, "I didn’t think you’d actually show up."

"Why would you think that?" you asked, intrigued.

He gave a small laugh.

"You're... an incredibly intimidating person. The kind of charisma you have — it’s overwhelming."

"And yet," you teased, "you still had the courage to come talk to me."

"I wanted to," he said quietly. "From the first time I met you... four years ago."

"Oh..." you breathed.

"But not in a weird way!" he added quickly. "I didn’t stalk you or anything, I swear."

You smiled, amused by his nervousness.

"Don’t worry," you said. "I never saw you like that. Honestly, your kindness and your genuine nature have always impressed me."

He broke into the widest, most genuine smile you had ever seen from him.

"That's... really sweet," he said, voice slightly rough with emotion. "Coming from you, a compliment like that means the world."

He fidgeted with the edge of his napkin, sneaking glances at you like he couldn’t believe you, admiring your face. You noticed the way his ears turned pink every time you leaned forward, the way he stumbled over his words whenever your knee brushed his under the table. You were used to men being cocky, rehearsed. But Luigi was nervous. Because of you. It was flattering and… it was adorable. Somewhere between the appetizers and dessert, you realized you were smiling more than you had in months. You realized that you weren’t pretending to laugh, he was actually funny. You realized that every time he looked at you, it wasn’t with hunger or arrogance, but with pure, stunned admiration. He’s nice.

By the time you walked out of the restaurant, the air was crisp. He offered you his jacket without thinking and blushed furiously when you accepted it, draping it over your shoulders. He walked you to your apartment, hands stuffed in his pockets, stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye. You turned to him before getting in.

"Luigi," you said, voice soft.

He looked up, startled by how sweet his name sounded on your lips. You both spoke at once, cutting each other off mid-sentence. Luigi gave you a small, sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I interrupted you. please, go ahead," he said softly.

You shook your head, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"No, I interrupted you. You first," you replied, secretly dying to hear what he was about to say.

He hesitated for a second, then smiled, his voice warm.

"I had a really good time tonight." He smiled, shy and overwhelmed.

"Me too.”

You stepped closer, close enough to smell his cologne, something him. His breath caught.

"You’re cute when you're nervous," you teased.

And before he could respond, you tilted your head and kissed him, just a soft, lingering brush of your lips against his. He froze for a second, stunned. Then he kissed you back, hesitant at first, then deeper, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. The jacket slipped from your shoulders as your hands slid up his chest, feeling the muscles hidden beneath his shirt. He tasted like mint and a little bit of wine, and you couldn't get enough. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were half-lidded, dazed.

"You wanna come over?" you whispered, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. He swallowed hard.

"Y-Yeah," he breathed. "I mean yes, if you’re okay with that”

You barely made it through your front door before you were all over each other. He kissed you like he had been starving for you, hands trembling slightly as they roamed your body. You pushed him onto your couch, straddling him with a smirk. He groaned when you kissed down his neck, his hands finding your hips, gripping you like he couldn't believe this happening. His shirt over his head, your dress slipping down your curves. He stared at you with admiration, hands reverent as they explored every inch of exposed skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered against your collarbone, voice raw with awe.

You guided his hands, showing him what you liked — slow at first, letting him savor you, then faster, more desperate. He was eager, willing to learn everything that made you moan, that made you shiver. And when you finally took him in, he whimpered your name, clutching your waist like he never wanted to let go. You rode him slowly at first, teasing, until he was begging for more. Hard, fast, passionate — until you both fell apart in each other’s arms, trembling. Later, tangled up in your sheets, he traced lazy patterns on your bare back, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

"I can't believe you're real," he murmured.

“I’m impressed… you’re too good..”

“Me too, you’re more than what I thought, naughty girl…”

You smiled into the pillow.

Maybe neither could you.

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[boolger]

The science of love 🌙 ch 4

Call of Duty AU ✨ Poly!141 x Nikolai x hybrid!Reader ✨ MDNI ✨ Explicit ✨ ao3

<- last chapter x next chapter ->

Tags: F!reader, hybrid reader, description of former torture, dubcon and noncon, rape, hybrid!people being kept as pets, Call of duty alternative universe, dark, angst to comfort, kinda in a fucked up way ya know, punishments, spanking, mistreatment and abuse to hybrids, the dove is dead, or at least its close to death, heat/mating cycles (no omegaverse), no pregnancy, reader knows how to stand up for herself, anger issues, animal tails and ears, trauma, violence, angst, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, threesome, orgy basically, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, piss kink, reader has a pussy, chubby!reader, hurt!reader, pet names, a couples of OCs here and there, gotta add some extra backgrounds character ya know, vague mentions of a character’s death in the past (it’s Roach. Sorry Roach lovers.)

A/n: ahem, this one is angsty, remember the tags. Also Angus Macgyver and Jack Dalton from Macgyver 2016 kinda appears in this chapter and i have no other excuse than the fact that i love them. Mwah.

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“How did you learn all of this?”

“You mean how can I be smart and be a hybrid?” You asked back sarcastically, watching the woman who in return looked back at you like she was bored, so you added a snappy “are you also amazed by the fact that I can read and spell, lady?”

By the look that grew on her face, you were pretty sure she was as annoyed at you, as you were with her.

“Behave.” It was a simple word coming from the grim reaper in the corner, yet it was a strong warning. You were honestly relieved that you were still too beat up to be actually punished… because you were pretty sure it might involve a spanking or perhaps running rounds on a field, as if you were one of their small privates.

You let out a tired sigh, tipping your one good hybrid ear towards the woman, who had introduced herself as Kate Laswell a little earlier.

You had seen her before, yet you hadn’t really cared about her - you tried not to care about any of them. Despite the collar still resting around your neck, you were not going to stay around.

As for Laswell, you had a suspicion that she wasn’t going to leave without any answers - and you didn’t really have any urge to spill many secrets.

“I learned it the way everyone learns things. From being taught and through trial and error,” you finally replied, crossing your still bandaged hands, “but I assume you want to know who exactly taught me?”

“Yes.”

“A scientist.”

“Kitty.” The warning tone was back. It was still an awful name, chosen without your consent. As always. You gave him a nasty look, rolled your eyes before continuing.

“Fine, fine - when they first took me, there were several scientists around. I knew how to read beforehand, so I was their assistant for a while, learning how to do certain things.”

“Did your owner sell you to them?”

You snapped your mouth shut again. You leant back in the bed some more, ears tipping backwards a little. Some things were better left in the past. Your tail rose a little, but you knew there was not much scary about you right now.

“Listen, we cannot help you wi—“

“With what? I’m not going back to any of my former owners and I don’t really wanna stay with Jack Skeleton either.”

“You are walking the line—“ said skeleton man began but you merely ignored him, cutting him off.

”They’re dead - all of the scientists are dead! What good will it do for me to tell you?” You snarled at the woman, ears tipping backwards in anger, “You knowing who they were, can never bring them back! I lived with them for ten years! Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the last one standing now? And I’m not even a human, I’m not even considered a person! I’m even less than they ever were, even when captured!”

The room was silent for two heartbeats and the anger that made you growl out the truth, disappeared again.

You closed your mouth, immediately regretting everything you had just said, all of the details you had let slip. A deep growl left you, as the woman took a couple of notes; the urge to jump up and take the notebook was big, rip the pages about you apart with your teeth, while snarling like a feral dog.

Maybe even swallowing a couple of the pieces, just for good measure. You could feel saliva collecting in your mouth, teeth baring, your body beginning to tense up, ready to jump and-

”Behave,” Ghost took a hold of your collar, giving it a little tug towards him - when the fuck had he even moved? - his hand didn’t hurt you, instead it moved to gently run along your shaved head, making you freeze as he scratched the spot behind one of your ears, “thank you for telling us, Kitty, but no growling.”

”Go fuck yourself.” You muttered, making the giant huff.

”So, you’re at least 20, I presume?” She asked but you looked away, down at the duvet and then at your bandaged ankle. You had let too much slip. Much of the information they would figure out along the way, but still. You didn’t like this.

She turned a few pages in a file, then spoke again, as if you hadn’t fully ignored her question.

”There are mentions of a Dr. B. Agerdrup - a biologist and chemist - together with a Dr. K. Peko, a surgeon and described as an expert in blood experiments,” Laswell said and you stared down at the duvet covering your lower body, “Did you meet them?”

You ignored her. Ignored Ghost as he gave your human ear a little tug, in an attempt to get a reaction from you

Laswell took a file from beneath her notepad, rummaging through a couple of pages.

”Throughout the years of the files, a person appears regularly, only going by the name Dog, sometimes just D,” Laswell continued, her voice calm, “Am I right to assume that this is you?”

You tried not remembering their faces, yet they flashed by as you closed your eyes; you remembered their names, their ages, their voices. The way their hands felt when they stroked your cheek or how they would all attempt to keep the guards from you.

You still knew how they liked their coffee or tea and their different, preferred ways of taking notes.

It was the memories of them smiling, when they had told you about their life outside, about how they had all been promised to let go after you all finished the project. The moment they could create the serums together, and finish the weapons, they would all be free - you included.

Angus, sweet and kind Angus, had promised he would bring you with him, so that you wouldn’t just be sold to somebody. That he would make sure you could get a nice life with him and his longtime boyfriend, who was out in the world somewhere, no doubt still looking for his fiance. He had proposed, just before they took Angus.

He promised you a life with them, a promise and a dream that kept you going, both of you, throughout the years. A life with love, without pain. A life where you could be happy, maybe go somewhere else in the world together with him… have your own room, your own safe space. Never be chained again. A life where you could love who you wanted, touch who you wanted, be loved, be…

The two people in the room kept talking, but you weren’t hearing them, not really. In your mind you were together with Angus and the other scientists, walking on a beach in Italy, like one of them, one of the sweetest women you had ever met, had talked about. Going to her hometown, a small Italian village, enjoy the warmth of the sun. You would all have sand between your toes, Agerdrup would grumble about it, Kenny would try to push Angus into the water, his fiance trying to save him, Beatrice almost falling over with laughter, and you would chase seagulls all day long.

Hands cradled your face and for a moment, a short moment, you were convinced it was Angus, who did so; that he was alive, that it was his hands, warm and gentle, touching you while telling you something completely meaningless, so you didn’t get too lost in your thoughts.

Even when Angus had been dying, he had kept promising that all of you would leave together, voice shaky and weak; by then you had known they were all lies, not malicious ones, but desperate ones. He believed in those lies himself, in a self soothing way to survive and continue. Even into death. You had lied too then, hoping it would ease his fears and pains, so you had promised Jack, his fiance, would be there any minute to save them, and he had seemed to believe you, even though, deep inside, you had both known it wasn’t the truth.

The guards had let you and Agerdrup hold Angus as he passed away, blond hair sprawled across your lap. The two of you had attempted to make sure Angus wasn’t in too much pain. You hadn’t been sure whether he was, but he looked relieved when he took his last breath.

Now, was he cradling your face? Had you died?

You blinked, confused over the tears in your eyes for a second; then the voice of the man cradling your face in his big hands, returned. The smells of the rooms in your prison for a decade disappeared, replaced by a scent of gunpowder and cigarettes.

”Breathe for me, Kitty,” Ghost’s voice was gentle, even though he told you as an order, “C’mon, Kitty, be good and take a deep breath, yeah?”

You let out a whine, your mind desperately trying to get back to Angus, claw your way back to Italy with your scientist family, to live in a daydream where none of them died. Desperate to hear their voices, desperate to find a way back to them.

”Do it,” He kept his voice gentle but the command was stronger, and your inner hybrid was screaming at you to be a good girl and do as told.

Your lungs burned painfully when you finally managed to take a breath; it created a painful chain reaction of burning gasps and whines, your lungs filling up with warm embers, unable to cool down. The breaths almost hurt more than you felt worth it.

Pain. So much pain. Who was going to save you from that? Who would take away your precious memories, that haunted you deeply, and help you survive without them?

It took you a good couple of minutes to get your breathing under control, to be able to see the skull wearing man in front of you, to no longer attempt to go back to Italy; he was softly cooing, whispering praises.

Laswell was gone. You weren’t sure when she had left, but you didn’t really care. Ghost kept telling you it was alright, that you were a good puppy.

You didn’t feel like one.

You bit his gloved thumb. It was a pathetic attempt at gaining some power. There was barely any force behind it really and Ghost hardly acknowledged it. Just made a couple of clicking sounds with his tongue, keeping eye contact with you. You were the one to give in, letting go of his thumb, licking your lips, looking away as your ears tipped down.

Ghost patted your head.

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Simon stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom. Nikolai crawled over Johnny who let out an annoyed sound, then Ghost, he could lay next to Ghost, pressed against the wall. He let out a pleased groan as he settled and out of reflex, Simon turned, leaning forward to him, meeting the older man’s lips in a kiss. The Russian man let out a pleased hum.

“Still thinking about Kitty, da?”

“She disappeared into her mind.” Simon knew what it was like. To suddenly stop breathing, stuck somewhere in the past, but the change in you had been so sudden, that it caught him off guard. He had sent Laswell away, so he could help you himself.

The sooner you got out of that bed, the better.

“Whether she wants to admit it or not, she has been through some hard things, ” John said from the other end of the bed, looking up from his book, reading glasses resting on his nose, “ you’re helping her, Simon. Even if she doesn’t know it.”

Simon looked at his boyfriend for a moment. He knew the older man was right, knew that the moment he could get you up and going, things would become easier. Then he looked away again. What if it didn’t become easier?

What if you ended up spending most of your time in the kennel on the base? Surrounded by working hybrids who you couldn’t relate to. Without some sort of goal, without proper relationships, would that be worse than the place you had been held captive at for a decade?

Simon was itching to give you a routine to follow, to give you simple rules and watch you flourish. To help you not hate every single human being you came across. He wanted to kiss you, and show you pleasure when you behaved and, gods, if he didn’t want to spank your arse sore from your constant snapbacks.

He wanted to show you that they weren’t like your captors. That they would not let your fur turn into matts or let you become weak and sick. They would take care of you.

“She is gonna bite your fingers off, Si,” Gaz muttered, face pressed against the pillow, as if he was ready to be knocked out. Like a philosophical thought before bed.

“Ach, as if Simon will let ‘er,” Johnny answered before Simon could say anything, “nah, wee thing is gonna bite yer arse off, Garrick.”

“Not his ass,” Nikolai muttered into Simon’s skin, rather dramatically, “I am fond of said arse.”

John gave Kyle a couple of pats on the ass, as if to silently agree with the last statement .

Simon huffed at their talk. He wouldn’t let you bite Kyle’s ass - not unless he asked, of course - but he would help you learn not to bite, unless when told to. A muzzle. He should probably order a nice muzzle, one that wouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear.

“I’ll make sure your ass stays safe,” Simon dryly noted.

Simon hadn’t been able to save Roach. He had been a real struggle too, especially in the beginning, but he had ended up as a really good boy. Devoted. Kind. Perfect. Simon hadn’t been able to save him, but he was going to save you.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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You growled, forcing yourself harder into the corner of the room.

They weren’t here yet, but right now, escaping didn’t seem like a likely possibility - sadly. The nurses were all speaking, trying to calm you down, though they all looked afraid of you; in truth, you didn’t like the idea of people fearing you, but if that was the price of escaping, then you would pay it.

One of them, a bigger guy stepped forward and you tipped your ears even further back, snarling loudly at him. You had already bitten one of them, you liked to think that they didn’t want to get bitten too.

Your foot in the cast hurt a bit, but it wasn’t worse than some things you had tried before. It was odd to be fully up and walking, even if you hadn’t walked long.

As you took a step forward, they all took one back. Good. Good, maybe this was your chance.

The moment you heard one of them mentioning sedatives, you snapped. You had tried being shot with a dart of sedatives before - it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but even worse, it meant you would lose consciousness, then go back to square one. If not with worse possibilities of escaping, since they would probably up the safety around you.

You had forced some of your claws out - the ones you had left - proving and though your fingers hurt from the mere idea of them getting stuck in something, you didn’t care.

Filled with momentarily courage, you charged towards the little group of nurses. You had no actual intention of attacking them, but you weren’t going to tell them that. In all honesty, you were surprised by the fact that they stumbled backwards, out of the room, almost falling over each other.

You used the moment to dart out, running rather awkwardly, trying to get as far away as possible.

However, your success was momentary.

Big arms circled you from behind, fully lifting your chubby body off the ground, seemingly with no effort at all. You snarled and twisted in the grip, claws digging into any exposed skin you could reach, barking and screaming. While kicking the man, who let out a grunt of pain from the claws in his skin, you attempted to twist enough to bite his face. It was all out of instinct, of anger and desperation.

You recognised the voice, the strong Russian accent, but you refused to give up.

One of the arms around your chest let go, and in the next moment a hand curled around your face, fully covering your eyes. He kept speaking, telling you it was okay, to calm down, as if you couldn’t smell his blood, feel it wet your fingertips.

It wasn’t going to be okay - you wouldn’t be free, you wouldn’t…

Much to your confusion, your body just…

Calmed down.

You let out a frustrated growl, but you stopped kicking - or at least kicking as hard as before. His breath tickled the little fur that was growing on your dog ears. His grip around your waist became gentler.

Darkness overwhelmed your mind. Somehow making you more calm and you hated it. Hated how you barely fought as he pulled you back towards the room.

A needle pushed into your arm then. Growling seemed meaningless. You whimpered instead.

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A groan left your lips. Your head was pounding, your lips dry. You let out a yawn, only to blink tiredly when the movement felt restricted.

There was something on your face. You felt like you were underwater as you raised a hand, touching your face.

Leather. Metal.

You blinked a little harder, forcing your eyes to remain open this time. Only to meet the stare of your so-called new “owner”. Quite an angry, cold stare, the big mountain of a man. He had crossed arms, one of his balaclavas with a skull painted on - yet it was easy to see he was upset - as well as a pair of leather cuffs in his hands.

Shit. You were in trouble. You had known you would be from the start, as soon as the nurse grumbled that you were an annoying mutt - that she didn’t understand why they hadn’t put you down instead - because then your teeth had sunk into her hand. The blood had tasted like bitter, metallic victory, even if you had essentially proved her right.

Perhaps they should have put you down. But they hadn’t. You had made that her problem. Had you been more awake, you might have hoped the bite would get infected.

Finally your mind caught up with you. The leather and metal on your face, well head really, was a muzzle. The metal in front let you breathe freely, but kept you from biting anyone.

You let out a little whimper, ears tipping down as Simon just stared at you. Disappointment. It had been a while since that had affected you, but as the two of you almost had a silent conversation, you actually felt ashamed.

“Care to explain yourself?” Finally, he broke the silence, even if a part of you would have preferred to keep it. You were in a different bed, but still in the medical wing. The bandages on your hands were gone. Your fingers were sore, but they seemed to be doing alright.

You weren’t really sure what to tell him. You were too busy fearing what the punishment would be. All the time, the man had promised he would punish you when you weren’t as sick. He had been clear when he had told you his rules. You misbehave, you earn a punishment.

“Well?” You flinched at his word, casting another glance at him, ears still down, tail thumping pathetically against the mattress, hoping he would be a little nicer.

“You’re going to be punished no matter what, Kitty,” he pointed out when you still didn’t say anything, seemingly not softening up at all, “So you might as well give me a good reason.”

You swallowed hard. Your throat felt dry, but you doubted he was in the mood to help you drink water.

“She - the nurse,” you managed, unsure of how to make him understand, understand the frustration and anger that had overwhelmed you, her words flipping a switch in your mind, “She said I was a mutt… that.. that you should just have put me down.”

Simon stared at you, brows furrowing for a moment, before tipping his head to the side.

”So you decided to prove her point, then?” His words were harsh, “Do you think that gives you an excuse to bite her?”

You looked away. The guards in the base had always been mean to you. Snarling all kinds of shit while forcing themselves upon you. Calling you all kinds of things, just to see what would make you snap.

You found yourself nodding, still refusing to meet his gaze, until a deep sigh escaped him. You dared to peek over at him, watching him pinch the bridge of his nose. You didn’t say anything, though you really wanted to repeat your point. Why should you be nice to her when she said that?

”One thing was biting her, Kitty,” Simon finally said, before he looked up again, anger visible again as he all but hissed, “another fuckin’ thing was biting Nikolai. What the fuck makes you think you can hurt my partner?”

You let out a little whimper. You knew something was up with the two of them - with all of them really. You hadn’t really thought that much about it. Whether they all were fucking or not didn’t matter. You just wanted to be free.

“I’m sorry.” You actually meant it. Genuinely, you felt a little bad for biting Nikolai. Even if he had caught you and stopped you from escaping. Bastard. Still.

”You will fuckin’ be,” he stood up so suddenly it almost made you jump, “move so your on your stomach.”

You blinked for a moment at his request. Whatever he wanted to do, you already knew that you didn’t want to be a part of it.

Your ears tipped more backwards, a low growl leaving you, a wordless refusal.

”It wasn’t a fuckin’ offer,” he snapped, “It’s a command. Roll over.”

”Fuck you.”

”You’re not making it better for yourself.”

”I’m gonna —“

You didn’t manage to say anymore, because the next moment, the mountain of a man was on the bed, manhandling you. Biting him was not possible thanks to the fucking muzzle on your head and he barely gave you a moment to scratch him.

In the matter of seconds he got your arms behind your back and pulled over his lap on your stomach. You had almost forgotten about the leather cuffs in his hand, but as they were close around each of your wrists, you let out a scared whine.

”No, no, no, I'll be good, I’m sorry—“

“Too fuckin’ late, you brat,” he hissed - and then to your horror, he easily pulled down the sweatpants you wore, your eyes widening. You trashed with renewed energy, letting out a panicked howl, but it was no use.

His big hand collided with your soft, exposed, bare ass, the sound almost echoing in the room, while you let out a howl of pain.

You could barely distinguish the words that escaped you, as you desperately begged him to stop.

Slap.

Slap.

Yet, Simon was merciless, repeatedly spanking your ass. Each hit was hard, never landing the same place as the former, somehow hurting more and more each time. He ignored your angry growls, your pitiful howls of pain and then, the loud sobs as you cried. No, you almost wailed, as the man continued to spank you.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your skin felt afire. It was like you were stuck in a nightmare, constantly looping around, pain ever present; you heard him grunt, whether from anger or exhaustion you didn’t know, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. He kept going.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

At some point, it was like your mind left your body. You could hear yourself whimper and whine, hear his hand colliding in another spank.

Slap. Slap.

You were hiding your face in the bedsheets, tears and snot soaking the inside of the muzzle, sliding through the metal bars and onto the fabric beneath you. Your body had gone fully lax, no longer tensing up with each hit. A part of you had given up, accepted that you had no control over the moment, that he was the one to decide whether you would receive pain or not.

It took a good few seconds before you registered his soft voice. Felt his short nails scratch your still quite short hair, still looking so close to buzz cut. It felt good. Better than you wanted to admit.

The spanks had stopped. You sniffled, letting out another little sob, the big man shushing you. His other hand moved to your ass again and for a moment you expected him to hit you once again. Instead it rested against your burning skin, which somehow felt nice. You felt yourself whining, but accepted it.

”Took it so well,” he said, “just had to get into it, yeah? Understand who is in control?”

You nodded, face still pressed against the bed. You almost felt like you were floating.

“You’re not going to bite Nikolai again - or any of the others. Is that understood?” His voice turned a little harder.

You nodded again. His hand stopped petting your arse, instead one of them dug into your skin, grabbing a handful of your burning flesh, making you cry out.

”Is. That. Understood?”

”Yessir,” you hurried to say, wincing at the pain, the feeling of his nails digging into your poor skin, “yes sir, i understand, im sorry, im not gonn’ bite ‘im or any of the others.”

His grip loosened. Then his hand went back to petting your ass.

”Good girl,” he muttered.

[ot4kuhotgirl]

we’re not really strangers

hawks x reader, fluff

hawks has more leisure time than usual after the war and decides to feature on a popular youtube channel. you never thought you’d be asked to participate in a youtube video, but you DEFINITELY didn't expect to end up on a date with japan's beloved #2 hero.

Production: Why don’t you introduce yourself to the viewers!

“Hi, I’m Hawks the number 2 hero, and my quirk is fierce wings” he rehearses, flashing his signature toothy grin.

Production: *clears throat* Ok so we were thinking… maybe not a hero introduction, but a Hawks as a person introduction.

“Oh!” he chuckles. “My name is Keigo, I am 23, and very single!”

Production: Today we’re going to introduce you to a blind date, and you both will be playing the card game “We’re Not Really Strangers”, how do you feel?

With his charm turned up to a thousand, he looks into the camera. “I'm excited! Hero work doesn’t give you much time to be up close and personal with civilians. You know I’m used to being quick on my feet… er well wings, so this is a new experience!”

Production: Alright let's get started!

Keigo is sat on the cushioned floor, his weight on the ball of his palms behind him. The tips of his crimson wings slightly sweep the cool hardwood next to the rug; a feeling he is secretly indulging in. A clear sign the appendages are growing back nicely.

You walk into the studio and your breath hitches at the sight of the pro hero in all his glory, sitting so casually with his legs criss crossed on the cushions on the floor. He stands to greet you, and his smile is much more beautiful and genuine than the one seen in flashes of red feathers on the TV. He extends his hand, which is surprisingly soft to the touch, and you both exchange pleasantries. He sits again and you follow, the both of you hesitating to touch the tea and the deck of cards between the two of you.

“Would you like some tea?” he asks. This is the first time you look him directly in the eyes and secretly wish you hadn’t. They’re golden and birdlike, yet extremely soft. Pretty. They’re hypnotizing, pulling you in to the point you almost forget to answer his question.

“Oh! Yes, please!” you say.

In true Hawks fashion, he puts on a show. A red feather detaches itself from its place in his wings and pours the tea for you before returning to its spot.

He watches your face for a reaction, and you giggle at his performance before you take a sip. The warmth seems to calm your nerves a bit.

“Do you want to ask first, or should I?” you question shyly while gesturing to the deck of cards.

“Ladies first!” he grins.

You smile back, it’s hard not to, and read the first card, “What would constitute a ‘perfect’ day for you?”

Keigo takes a deep inhale before starting, “Ah honestly, since being on hiatus from hero work for the past year, I’ve been asking myself this often. I’ve realized it feels so good to just do nothing. Wake up late around 8am, eat a proper breakfast, watch some trashy TV, existential dread while eating again, you know the good stuff! But, on a serious note a perfect day would be me lounging at home watching TV like I said, and ordering a bunch of takeout.”

You chuckle at his sarcastic yet truthful answer “First off 8am is NOT late! But no I understand for sure, I know it's not comparable to how much you do as a hero, but I’ve felt the same exact way before. It just feels so good to have nothing to do until you realize you’re actually doing nothing!” He nods in response. “But wait…” you squint and point at him, “what's your trashy TV show of choice?”

He rubs his undercut while cutting the eye contact that has been consistent since you walked in the room. He laughs nervously, “I feel like I’m exposing myself here, but anything under the Real Housewives franchise has me seated for hours.”

You gasp and wiggle on your cushion in excitement, “OH MY GOD YES! It just sucks you in, the drama is just too good!”

After a few shared giggles and comments on your favorite shows and debating over cast members, he smirks and turns to the camera. While shielding his lips, he whispers a little too loudly, “I think I like her already.”

It takes all of the strength in your body to hide the squeal building in your chest, so instead your lips betray you with a badly hidden smile.

Keigo flashes that toothy grin again and pulls the next card “Oooh we got a wildcard! It says ‘Press shuffle on your music library. Explain the first song that comes up.’ This should be entertaining!”

You playfully sigh and pull out your phone, “I am not responsible for what song plays because I save anything that is catchy!”

You shuffle your liked songs and a song from the Rio soundtrack blasts through your speakers. You facepalm as Keigo cackles and lays out on the floor.

“Okay it’s not that funny, it’s a good movie okay!!!” you gasp.

“But why is it so important that it’s saved! That’s the funny part!” he wheezes between laughter.

“I don’t know either but it’s there, okay! And it’s a good song, you can’t deny it!”

He’s still giggling but nods for you to continue with the game.

You reach for the deck of cards with less hesitance this time and read, “What is your most defining characteristic-”

Keigo begins to proudly stretch his wings as soon as you finish the last syllable, until you raise your palm to him.

“And no! You cannot say your wings because I know that's not the only thing worthy about you!”

For a split second he stares at you with wide eyes, as if no one has ever told him that before. He looks stumped, but immediately recovers with a laugh.

“Sheesh okay! Then I would say my most defining characteristic is my eyes, specifically my markings”

You shyly confess, “They are really pretty, I definitely thought it was eyeliner until meeting you today and seeing you up close. I’ve been admiring them this whole time.”

You absentmindedly lean a little closer to him when you say this, and of course Hawks notices. He notices and he likes it and he hates that he does. His ears heat up and the room is suddenly a little bit too warm, but it’s just the tea. Definitely not the person across from him just tossing reassurance and compliments to him like it’s nothing.

He clears his throat and opts to look at the tea between you instead of your eyes, “Thank you.” He knows he means this not just for the compliments on his eye markings, but also the comment before, but he saves that reasoning for just himself.

As one question blends into the other, and your conversation becomes more natural, you readjust your seating position, stretching your legs out closer to him and he mirrors the same posture.

“Ok next question” he says as he grabs a card. “How do you think our personalities compliment each other?”

You hum in thought before saying, “I think we’re very compatible actually! We both seem to feed off the other’s teasing well. I think you’re more expressive and I’m more reserved usually, but it's kind of flipped right now, I like it.”

He nods, “Yeah you’re right, I like it too.”

You both share a smile and stare at each other a millisecond too long before nervously looking away to pull the next card.

***

You rub your hands together, “Alright now this is the last question, let's make it juicy!” You reach for the final card and read, “When this game is over, what will be something you will remember about me?”

Keigo hums in thought for a second, brows furrowed trying to think of a clear answer. “I definitely won’t forget this experience at all, but if I had to choose one thing it would be your softness. I’m so used to everything being fast paced and busy but you felt like a breath of fresh air. Playing this game with you made time pause for me, and honestly my life has never paused for rest since I was a teen… so yeah.”

He looks up and sees the sappy pout on your face and thinks he will combust if he doesn’t deflect with a joke. He quickly says with fake casualness waving his hand, “And you know, I’ve never talked to a fan of mine for almost 2 hours without them freaking out and shedding a few tears so this was fun!”

Your mouth drops at his last sentence and a laugh bursts out of you, “DID YOU JUST CALL ME A FAN?! The first half was so sweet and you had to freaking ruin it, I don’t even want to have this conversation anymore!” He dramatically cackles and falls back on his cushion, making you playfully roll your eyes and continue. “But jokes aside , I really appreciate you saying that, it’s nice to have confirmation that we feel the same!”

Hearing that the feelings are mutual, Keigo grins even wider than he unknowingly was before.

You continue shyly, “With that being said, if you're comfortable… Because I understand you need to protect your privacy as a hero… Can we exchange numbers after this?”

10 mins after the date recap:

After the date, they separate you two and do a final interview in separate rooms.

Keigo starts, “They really blew my expectations for this whole thing.” There’s a visible shade of pink dusting over his ears as he continues with a smile, “Honestly, coming in I expected to just have a nice surface level conversation and a new experience under my belt, but I’m definitely interested in them.” He nods while continuing, “I’m looking forward to seeing them again, so we’ll see! Hopefully they text me back!”

In the room next door, you play with your fingers out of the frame of the camera and explain, “I really enjoyed this! I obviously was not expecting a pro-hero to be my blind date so I was extremely nervous at the beginning, but it felt natural between us… is that cliche to say? I’m really looking forward to exploring more of our dynamic on our next date, so hopefully he gives me a chance!” you finish, crossing your fingers in frame to conclude your ramblings.

Top Comments:

@jeanistsemobang: use this as a “i hope they get married button”

@ashido3675: i was smiling from the moment they shook hands, i’m obsessed!

@qu1rkless: these 2 would be great friends… but that's about it. there's nothing more there. hawks looks hot tho.

@babybird2: i never thought i’d be rooting for my hero crush to have a successful relationship ... and i’m still not!!! i hope it doesn’t work out!!! (jk i love them i'll cry)

[princesskaulitz]

New Boy (Part Four)

✮ bill is the cute new boy at your school and is being a big help in you finding self love

✮ 2008 bill kaulitz, fem! reader, there's a tiny bit of smut! in this part. TW?: super toxic friends, mentions of low self esteem.

✮A/N: LAST PART GUYS! it makes me so happy to see much yall enjoyed this story. here are the links to the first 3 parts for those who haven't seen them yet.

part one | part two | part three

( video from testiclehunter69 on tiktok )

you were doing so well.

a good day. a good laugh. a cute moment.

but of course, melina had to ruin it.

she couldn’t let you have peace for even one day.

and now everyone’s whispering about something you didn’t even do.

you clench your fists.

if they want drama, maybe it’s time they get it.

you can’t think.

your blood is pounding so loud in your ears it drowns out the murmurs, the giggles, even bill’s voice trying to call your name.

and then—

someone walks past, holding a glass of soda, laughing at something you know is about you.

without even thinking, you reach out. you grab the glass right from their hand and start moving. fast.

heads turn. conversations stop.

your shoes slap the floor like gunshots in the silence.

melina doesn’t flinch.

she sees you coming, arms folded, lips curled in the tiniest smirk. like she’s been waiting.

you don’t care. your grip tightens on the glass.

but right before you reach her, she leans in and says softly,

“are you sure you want to do that?”

her tone is sickly sweet. like syrup over venom.

“get sent home early? get expelled from our school? all over a rumor that, let’s be real, kind of sounds true anyway? i mean why did you have both the twins in your room anyways?”

your body locks up.

your hand trembles around the glass. your knuckles are white.

you stare at her. she doesn’t blink.

for a second, you want to do it anyway. let it shatter against her smug little face.

but you don’t.

instead, you toss the glass into a nearby trash bin so hard it clinks loudly against the metal sides.

“psycho” melina comments.

then you storm out. you don’t care who watches. you don’t care who whispers. you just need air.

you storm outside, the night air hitting your face like a slap. you start pacing, fists clenched, your chest tight with fury. you were so angry you could cry.

you wanted to scream. break something. tear melina apart with your bare hands.

your appetite was gone, replaced by a gnawing heat in your throat.

“y/n.”

the sound of your name cuts through the noise in your head.

you whip around to see bill standing there.

“i hate her,” you hiss. “i fucking hate her.”

your voice cracks with the weight of it all. “she’s vile. she’s always been vile and manipulative and now she’s got the whole school looking at me like—like i’m some kind of easy slut.”

you start pacing again, your breaths short. “and the worst part is that it’s not even true, and it doesn’t matter because no one cares about the truth! they just eat it up!”

bill lets you vent, lets the fire burn through your words. but when you pause, he speaks, calm but solid.

“well yeah it’s not true,” he says. “i know that. tom knows that. you know that.” he steps closer. “anyone who actually matters knows it.”

you open your mouth to argue, to say that’s not the point, but he keeps going.

“you think people who believe melina over you are worth your time? they’re not. they never were.” his voice is steady, but there’s a quiet force behind it. “you don’t have to waste your energy on proving yourself to people who already made up their minds.”

you look at him, your anger softening just slightly under his gaze.

“she’s not going to win,” he says. “not if you stop letting her get under your skin.”

you swallow hard, your lip trembling. “but it feels like she already did.”

“then take the win back.” his voice is lower now, more personal. “by not letting her change who you are.”

your expression is unreadable, eyes locked on some distant point. “bold of her to pull something like that when i know some of the sluttiest shit she’s ever done,” you mutter, voice low and bitter.

bill’s jaw tightens. “yeah, but that doesn’t matter—because you’re not going to tell anyone.”

he pauses when you don’t respond, watching the way your eyes avoid his. “…right?”

still nothing. you won’t look at him.

bill steps forward and gently grabs your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “right, y/n?”

you pull your head back. “why not? why should i be the better person?” your voice is sharp, almost breaking. “she ruins people for fun. i’m so tired of people like her doing the things they do and getting away with it! aren’t you too?! maybe this time, someone should ruin her.”

“don’t do this,” bill says, voice firm. “not after you finally took your power back. did you hear anything i just said?” he steps closer, brow drawn. “you’re not her. you’re not on her level. this is exactly what she wants—to get under your skin, to piss you off, to make you want revenge. she wants to prove she still has control over you and your emotions. that she can drag you down with her.”

you look at him, your brow furrowing, still unreadable.

“oh, come on,” you snap, “look at tom. he pulls revenge crap all the time and you think it’s hilarious. you’re being a hypocrite.”

bill’s expression shifts, irritation flashing in his eyes—but there’s something deeper under it. “who says i don’t regret that? that this situation isn’t a mirror to me?” he shoots back. “you think i’m proud of the stuff we’ve done? maybe that’s exactly why i’m saying this now—because i know what it feels like to let someone twist you into something you’re not.”

you sigh—not out of annoyance, but like it’s the only thing keeping your chest from caving in.

bill’s tone softens, just slightly. “but this isn’t about tom. or me. it’s your choice now.” he looks at you, steady and honest. “you’re standing at a crossroads, y/n. and yeah, you are better than her, you’re a better person than her and that’s all you need… not revenge, not to stoop down like that. but if you stop believing that—if you do stoop to her level—you become her.”

he pauses for a beat before the final words come out, quieter than before. “..i can’t be friends with someone like that. i’ve lived that story already, those people have already hurt me, made me act like them. i left that part of my life behind for a reason. and if you go down that road… i’ll leave you behind too.”

you stare at him, his words echoing louder than the voices in your own head.

your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out. your heart is racing, not just from anger anymore—but from the weight of what he just said. from the fact that he means it.

you blink a few times, and when you finally speak, your voice is smaller than you expected. “you’d really walk away from me?”

bill doesn’t flinch. “if you stopped being you? yeah.”

there’s a beat of silence, a bitter one.

you cross your arms, trying to hold yourself together even though your insides feel like they’re unraveling.

“it’s just…” you start, your voice cracking for a second. “i didn’t ask for any of this. i didn’t do anything. all i did was stand up to her. i was just trying to enjoy this trip for once and then she—”

you stop yourself, jaw clenching.

bill steps a little closer, softer now.

“i know. and i’m not saying don’t feel hurt. or pissed. i know it’s hard not to want to gouge her eyes out, believe me i know… just don’t let her turn you into someone she’d be proud of.”

your eyes drop to the ground. your fists unclench.

a breeze moves past you both, but it’s the tension breaking that really makes you shiver.

“…fine,” you say after a long pause, swallowing hard. “i won’t say anything.”

he nods once, like he knew you’d get there, but he still watches you carefully.

“good,” he murmurs. “because the real you? the one who cares too much and overthinks everything and has a way of making people feel like they’re not alone—that’s the version of you that deserves to win.”

you glance up at him, your eyes searching his like maybe for once, you’re starting to believe that too.

you’re quiet for a long moment, staring off at nothing, your arms still crossed tightly over your chest like you’re holding yourself together.

bill lets out a breath, his expression softening. “come on,” he says gently. “let’s just go back to the hotel.”

you blink at him, surprised by the calm in his voice. he nods toward the path.

“we’ll order food or something. doesn’t have to be a big deal. just you and me. no drama. no melina. just... peace.”

you swallow hard, the lump in your throat finally starting to ease. the idea of quiet, of not having to keep your guard up for a few hours, is almost too tempting.

“okay,” you say quietly, the fight finally draining from your voice.

he gives you the tiniest smirk.

you’re smiling now. just barely.

he starts walking, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to catch up.

and you do.

the hotel room feels quieter than it did earlier. the lights are dim, the window slightly cracked open to let in the cool night air. the tv plays something low and forgettable in the background, more of a comfort noise than anything you’re actually watching.

you and bill sit on opposite ends of the bed, sharing some room service fries from a paper container. he has his comfier clothes on now.

you’re not really talking, but the silence feels safe this time. easy.

“this is nice,” you murmur, almost without meaning to.

he glances over, lips curving. “told you.”

you nod slowly. “thanks… for earlier.”

bill leans back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind him. “i meant it, y’know. i wouldn’t stick around for someone who reminded me of my past.”

you glance at him, heartbeat a little louder. “so what do i remind you of, then?”

his gaze lingers on you, longer than it should, something unspoken passing between you.

“something better,” he says quietly.

your heart skips. you glance away, cheeks warming under the weight of his stare.

neither of you moves at first. it’s almost like the moment is holding its breath.

then somehow—whether it’s you or him, you don’t even know—you find yourselves closer, the space between you shrinking without a word. the tension hums low and steady, not sharp, not rushed… just waiting. he watches you like he’s giving you a chance to pull away. but you don’t.

he lifts a hand, brushing his thumb along the curve of your jaw so softly it sends a shiver down your spine. and when he finally kisses you, it’s slow. like he’s memorizing you. the second kiss is deeper. hungrier. like this is the only thing that’s been on his mind.

your hand finds his shirt, gripping it gently as you shift onto your knees, kissing him back harder now. he lets out a soft sound against your lips, one that makes your stomach flip, and he pulls you fully into his lap.

things escalate naturally. his touch grows more intentional, your body molding to his, kisses breaking only for air and the occasional whisper of each other’s names.

the world outside fades—melina, the whispers, the rumors. it’s just this. just him. just you and the bulge you can feel growing against you through his pants that makes you start to feel a bit nervous.

you didn’t even realize it but you started to grind against him, stopping yourself once he became self aware.

he lets out a low, frustrated groan, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, like he’s annoyed at the sudden loss of you. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp, guiding you to move against him again.

he pulls back from your kiss, his breath brushing against your lips, his mouth already a little swollen from how hard you’d been kissing. his eyes flicker over your face, dark and heavy with want, the kind of look that sends shivers down your spine and makes your whole body heat up — the kind that says there’s no going back now.

“oh God…” you breathe, the words barely a whisper as you find yourself locked in his gaze, unable to look away, like he’s got you under some kind of spell.

he nudges you down with the press of his body, a quiet command in the way his hands guide your hips, your back meeting the bed with a soft thud, his lips never far from yours.

he leans down, capturing your mouth in another kiss—deeper this time, hungrier, stealing the breath straight from your lungs. but even with the heat building between you, there’s a steadiness to him, like he’s determined to savor every second, to make you feel every slow, deliberate moment he gives you.

his hand trails down your waist to your thigh, rubbing the soft flesh before squeezing it gently, then you feel it trail back up, but into your skirt, finding your panties and tracing them gently, sending all kinds of butterflies fluttering through your stomach.

he guides a finger down your center through the silky fabric, making you gasp and tense up, grabbing his wrist on instinct– it was obvious to him now that you’ve probably never done anything like this before.

you immediately blush and let go of his wrist, hoping you didn’t just ruin the moment.

he doesn’t judge, just breathes out a quiet chuckle. “you’re a virgin aren’t you?”

“yes.” you answer, your voice small and bashful.

“mmm… are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, not wanting to delve into anything that you’re not too sure about yet.

“i am,” you blurt out, a little too quickly. your cheeks warm as you repeat, softer this time, “i am…”

he smiles. “you’re going to have to relax then,” he says in that sweet soft voice of his, gently pulling your underwear down your legs, “don’t be so tense.”

his mouth finds its way between your thighs, like he already knows the perfect way to coax you into this new kind of pleasure.

the moment you feel his tongue, your back arches instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping you before it melts into a high, breathy moan, your fingers tangle tightly in his hair, anchoring yourself to him.

the rest of the night felt like something out of a dream—by far the best night of your life. bill was so careful with you, so deliberate with every touch, every kiss, like he was memorizing you, savoring every second. he moved slowly, attentively, as if you were something precious, something he didn't dare to rush.

he made you feel things you hadn’t even known were possible—pleasure so intense it left you breathless, emotions so overwhelming they left your heart aching in the best way. it wasn’t just the physical part, though that alone had your head spinning—it was the way he looked at you, the way he touched you like you were the only thing that mattered.

and you knew, without a doubt, that you wouldn’t have wanted your first time to be with anyone else. it was him. it had always been him and you didn’t even know.

the next morning, you and bill barely made it to the buses heading back to town. after everything that had happened between you the night before — all the whispered confessions, the tangled sheets, the slow burning love making — setting an alarm clock had been the last thing on either of your minds.

you grabbed whatever clothes you could find — mostly his — and shoved your things into your bags in a frantic, clumsy rush, both of you laughing sleepily as you stumbled down to the lobby.

as the teachers did head counts, you could feel the familiar sensation of eyes on you, the low hum of whispered rumors still clinging to the air.

but this time, it didn’t sink its claws into you.

this time, it didn't matter.

you stood a little taller, shoulders looser, an invisible armor around you. they could say what they wanted. you knew the truth — melina was the real loser, a girl so hollow she had to carve into other people just to feel something. and the ones still whispering, still pointing — they were sad too, wasting their breath and their lives on someone else's story instead of living their own.

for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

you were finally finding yourself — someone with a good heart, a sharp mind, someone who didn't need anyone’s permission to exist. someone who didn't need validation to breathe.

and sure, you still had growing to do, still had pieces of yourself to uncover — but the best part?

you weren't doing it alone.

you had someone beside you now, someone who looked at you like you were made of stars, someone who reminded you — even in a weak moment where you almost fall — that you were already enough.

and the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous?

well… that didn’t hurt either.

you loaded onto the bus, settling into a seat next to bill, lazily scribbling sweet nothings into the notebook he had lended you, for him to see later. it felt peaceful, easy — like the world had finally stopped spinning so fast.

you were mid-doodle when you caught something out of the corner of your eye — a large fountain drink flying across the aisle, soaring through the air like it had a mission.

it landed squarely in melina’s lap.

bright red kool-aid exploded across her pure white sundress.

the bus fell into a stunned silence — just for a second — before melina’s furious shriek split the air.

“TOM KAULITZ!”

you glanced up at bill, who was already looking at you, both of you trying (and failing) to stifle your laughter as the bus erupted into chaos.

tom, slouched a few rows ahead, wore the world’s most shameless grin.

you shook your head fondly.

he still had a lot of growing up to do...

THE END

(lmao imagine if tom and melina ended up together in the future 💀 sequel coming soon???)

tags: @billsbabydollie @lulusafreak @tokiohotelsbabydoll @monasreligion @ocean-mochi @shinyrhinestones

[forsaken-headcanons]

Hello there forsaken-headcanons. I come to thee with Forsaken characters assigned to The Magnus Archives entities for the people to go wild with. For a second I was surprised no one’s done this yet, then I remembered I’m probably the only person with this specific brand of insanity so here we are.

Noob: Hunt (Represents the prey a hunter goes after)

Two Time: Dark/End (I’m thinking like. Two Time became a Dark avatar because they feared the End, so is aligned with both)

007n7: Spiral/Lonely (Spiral avatar because of the hacking business, Lonely because his child died.)

Elliot: Spiral / Buried?? (Spiral bc he’s a victim of n7 and C00lkid, Buried because he’s got a bunch of different working responsibilities that crush him?? That one’s kinda a stretch)

Builderman: Web/Eye (Web because he’s the big Roblox CEO / President / Main Guy or whatever. He has control over everything whether you know/like it or not. Eye as well bc of that, though I think all the admin-quartet are Eye aligned to some degree. I guess they’d be the archival staff.)

Dussekar: Eye/End ??? (Don’t know this guy that well admittedly. Bc he’s an admin I’m making him Eye and then End because. I feel like a lot of traditional horror monsters like pumpkin head guys are End aligned. Idrk though)

Taph: Desolation/Eye (Demolitionist who blows up people’s homes without knowing if they’re still alive or not. Very desolation coded. As mentioned, Eye bc they’re on the Admin team)

1337: Slaughter (War veteran. enough said.)

Shedletsky: Eye/Extinction (out of all the admins, he feels like he fits the Eye the best. Extinction bc of a certain guy whose name I hate. A little bit of Hunt in him too tbh.)

Chance: End ?? (Mainly bc of the gambling theme. Could also be Buried bc of the gambling debt, ig. I like Chance’s style but I can’t think of a good alignment for ‘em.)

C00lkid: Spiral/Stranger (Spiral bc he learned it from his ✨papa✨, Stranger bc I can very much see him being a stereotypical creepy child who looks normal from afar but if you get closer, that’s definitely not a normal kid! What is that!)

Jason: Slaughter (he’s Jason Voorhees of course he’s Slaughter.)

4D Vector 1x1x1x1: Extinction (a 4D being made out of a human’s(assumedly) hate that wants to wipe out the world. Yeah that’s extinction coded)

John Doe: Corruption?? (Calling the code he’s infected with Corruption feels too easy. He might actually be a good rare case of the Corruption mixed with the Lonely…)

Enjoy!

HOLY SHAMOLY. ANON. ANON. SHAKING YOU AS A MAJOR TMA FAN (lying, we havent listened to the sequel yet hshd) THIS ISPEAK

WAIT WIAT IWAT. hear us out.,, The Stranger with Jane Doe. bc her husband doesn't remember her n stuff.,., 7N7 WOULD BE THE VAST TOO 7N7 WOULD BE THE VAST TOO!!!! HE FEARS BEING MEANGINGLESS TO THE TEAM DO YOU UNDERSTAND ANON DO YO UG ET US /SILLY

ALSOO 1337 would also have a lil bit of The Buried.,., like. war veteran, right? this but yk how he gets forsaken from the explosion. yeah. he fears being too far behind on everything he missed with his family during his time forsaken while also knowing he cannot come back as returning to the real world would mean instant death (personal hc so dont mind that last part if u wanna). the deep, burning fact that he is but another name crossed out—another name added to the graveyard, lost to time.,.. ough. he'd be in so much pain.

back to you headcanons these are so fucking real holy shamoly. ELLIOT?? BUILDERMAN?? 1X1X1X1???? OGUGHHJAWJGGAWD LORDDD THESE ARE AMAZING!! WE SINCERELY HOPE YOU DIDN'T MIND OUR ADDITIONS SHSHG

[tgmsunmontue]

Wild fields of forget-me-nots - 11/? WIP

During the training for the mission Jake has an accident which results in him losing 10 years of memories.

A lot has happened in ten years. Bradley broke up with him. DADT was repealed. He got and air-to-air kill and a new callsign.

And he doesn't remember any of it.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

PART ELEVEN

                “God I love you, you completely stupid fucking idiot…”

                “Hey baby…” Bradley drawls, not sure if Jake can understand him, tongue thick in his mouth, but that’s what he’s saying. Trying to say. Jake looks so good. He needs to tell him that, painkillers and concussion making him feel drunk. Except he’s in too much pain for that. “You look good…”

                Jake laughs, but there’s a hysterical edge to it and he’s swooping down to press a kiss to Bradley’s forehead.

                “Still trying to flirt when you’re horizontal.”

                “It’s… it’s how I do my best work,” Bradley jokes, and his ribs are fucking sore, breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Everything fucking hurts. But he’s alive.

                “Not for a while you’re not. We’re walking wounded. You just lay there and look pretty…”

                “Thought that was your job.”

                “Guys. I’m right here,” Coyote states, and his expression is incredibly unimpressed. He’s looking at Bradley like he’s waiting for him to just blurt it out and he shifts, trying to sit up a little, because he knows he needs to do it.

                “Hey, what are you trying to do… stay there,” Jake says, hand on his shoulder, too soft to actual apply pressure but he gets what Jake is trying to do and he slumps back down, what little energy he had sapped away.

                “I… I need to tell you something.”

                Jake’s eyes rove over his face, or he’s more concussed than he thought, unable to focus properly and Jake’s concussion also means he’s unable to focus. God they make a pair.

                “Oh… oh darlin’. You don’t need to tell me anything. I already know.”

                “Know?” Bradley asks, stomach twisting and he thinks he might be sick again. Thinks about Jake turning around and walking out. He wouldn’t blame him. Wouldn’t stop him. “Know what?”

                “I know that we’re not actually married. Although I’m going to marry the hell out of you Bradley Bradshaw. Once we’re both fully recovered and can actually enjoy our wedding night and honeymoon…”

                “Um. Did you get your memories back?”

                “Nope. Not yet. Did read a few hundred letters with my name on them though…”

                “Oh. Oh shit…” Bradley says with dawning horror. He hadn't thought about them.

                “Letters?” Coyote asks and Bradley feels woozy again. Jake doesn’t look upset though, and Bradley scrambles for his hand, needs to check.

                “Yeah darlin’, I’m still wearing my ring. Wild horses couldn’t take it off me.”

                “I’m sorry…” Bradley whispers, and he can feel the pressure in his head, concussion headache becoming worse with the threatening tears so he just lets them fall. “I’m so sorry.”

                “We will be having a very very long conversation. A long overdue one. But it can wait until you’re feeling better,” Jake says quietly, pressing another kiss to his forehead and he still feels sick with guilt, but also a little relieved that his letters have already done the job he’d been dreading, despite it not being his intention.

                “You wrote him a letter?” Coyote asks, tone sharp, accusing and Bradley shakes his head and he groans, the action making him feel worse. Jake’s hand settles on his face, cupping his jaw.

                “He’s been writing me letters for years. Since he broke up with me.”

                “What? And you’re just going to forgive him?”

                “Well, seeing as I don’t remember him doing anything that needs forgiving, yes. We’ll cross other bridges when we come to them. Okay?” Jake asks him, and he blinks slowly, nods his head just as slowly.

                He knows there’s a chance Jake might leave when he gets his memories back, but there’s also a chance he’ll stay. He’ll take any chance over zero chance.

…            …            …

                He wakes up later with a gasp, nightmare of explosions fading behind his eyelids. Someone is sitting there quietly, and he shifts, expecting to see Jake. Instead, it’s Maverick and he’s disappointed, clearly does a poor job of hiding the fact if Mav’s amused huff is any indication.

                “He’s gone home. He’s still meant to be resting, and he only went because Coyote insisted he go home and sleep in a proper bed. They’ll be back early tomorrow. Today.”

                “Pretty sure you’re meant to be resting as well,” Bradley croaks, and Mav snorts, stands to get him a glass of water which he accepts gratefully. His ankle is throbbing and he vaguely remembers them saying he’d hurt it.

                “Couldn’t sleep. Needed to check on you. They’ve got me next door.”

                “Good. How are you feeling?”

                “Sore. Don’t think my body can handle any more…” Mav says and Bradley scoffs, but doesn’t shake his head, still doesn’t trust himself to not throw up. “I’m serious. Two ejections in a month are two too many.”

                “What? Two?”

                “Yeah. First one was before I came to North Island obviously, only by a couple of days. So. Yeah. That was my second ejection. Then a crash landing. My body is letting me know it’s had enough. Even if my mind is willing, my body is telling me it’s tired… Not as young as I used to be.”

                Bradley sucks in a quiet breath and lets it out silently, wonders if he should ask, if it matters, or whether it’ll give them something else to talk about. The idea that Mav could have died without them talking… Fuck. He doesn’t think he can handle it right now. Not with the one he’s already sort of had with Jake and the bigger one he knows he has coming.

                “I’m glad we’re both alive Mav.”

                “So am I kid, so am I.”

…            …            …

                Someone is running fingers through his hair. It feels nice. He hums, presses into it, blinks sleepily, feels fingertips brush over his eyebrows. The room is dark, but he suspects it’s actually daylight outside now.

                “Jake?”

                “Right here…”

                “Love you.”

                “Love you too. Go back to sleep if you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

…            …            …

                When he wakes again he feels more alert. As his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room he can see Jake, his arms and head resting on the hospital bed so he can also sleep. He can’t reach him, but he desperately needs to touch him, fumbles with the control of the hospital bed, gasps and breathes through the pain in his ribs as the bed moves him slowly more upright. Fuck. If this is just bruised he’s really glad they’re not broken.

                “What are you even trying to do?” Jake asks, and Bradley can see now that his eyes are open, mere slits watching him.

                “Couldn’t reach you…”

                “You only had to ask darlin’,” Jake says, and he’s pressing a kiss to his forehead again and he knows he’s feeling better because he wants to kiss him properly. Especially now that there’s not the lie of their fake marriage between them. “How are you feeling?”

                “Uh. Honestly? I really need to piss…”

                “There are crutches if you think you can handle them, or I can go and find a wheelchair.”

                “Crutches are fine…”

                Of course it’s not that easy, but Jake is there and helping, standing beside him with his hand on his waist and he gives in to the urge to draw him into a hug, holds him tight and feels his breath catch as he feels Jake hug him back, much gentler, clearly mindful of Bradley’s ribs.

                “So glad I got to come back home to you.”

                “Oh, trust me. I’m just as glad. But don’t think that I’m not also angry with you, but I’m also a little angry at myself for clearly missing how bad you must have been feeling. Loving you has always been easy.”

                “Even now?”

                “Especially now…but come on, get moving before you piss yourself.”

                Bradley grins and does as he's told.

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ bad feeling ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !... maybe

|| wc : 1.1k (real short , sorry gang )

Ever since Peter agreed to hide Bucky’s secret friend, again he still didn’t get why he was hiding you, but he was getting 20 bucks richer every week! He wasn’t going to complain. But, as said before, ever since he’d been sworn to secrecy, Bucky and him have been talking more.

Or, an alternative way of saying it, Peter’s been annoying Bucky a bunch.

“When’d you even meet them?” Again, asking about you.

“Clint’s birthday.”

“Really? I didn’t see ‘em”

“Got his birthday gift from them.”

“Ohhh, you’re the one who got Mr. Barton the flowers!” Peter snapped his fingers and had a wide grin tugging at his lips. “Wait, so.. You’ve known them for 3 months??”

Bucky bit back a small sigh as he grabbed a weight and started to do his usual work out routine as he hummed in response, a confirmation of sorts.

“Then why haven’t you introdu–”

“Peter.” He shot a small glare at the teenager, his eyebrow twitched for a moment. “If you wanna know more, you could just ask them.”

Peter huffed and picked up a weight as well, imitating whatever Bucky was doing. “Well, I want to, but every night they come home from work they look EXHAUSTED. I mean, you’d think running a flower shop’s not all too bad, but I mean you should really see them!”

“Okay, then ask them over text.”

“.. I don’t have their number, only Aunt May does.”

“Then ask your aunt.”

“But you’re right here!”

“And you live with your aunt, what’s your point?”

“Well-” Peter cut himself off before sighing. Fiddling around with the weight in his hand. “I mean, I don’t wanna ask Aunt May, she’ll tell them I asked then it’ll be awkward.”

“What if I tell them?”

“I know you won’t!”

“And why is that, exactly?” Bucky put down the weight and raised their eyebrow in confusion. As well as some curiosity. Bucky is like a lock, only one key can unlock his secrets, and that key is rusted, dusted and thrown away to the deepest dark of the ocean.

“‘cause then they’ll know you talk about them, and you have a crush on them.”

…

At that moment it was as if Bucky was frozen in ice again. He didn’t dare even take a breath. A crush? First of all, what are they? Kindergarteners, why call it a crush? Second of all.. NO. What?! He does not have a crush on you! That’s actual crazy talk. You’re just a friend, like- like Steve, but not like Steve.

“That’s false.” was all he could utter out before trudging over to the next things he used for his workouts.

“Whaaatt? But.. What??” Peter put the weight down and followed Bucky, as if he were his mama duck. Haha, Ducky-Bucky. “You hide them for 3 months, from what I hear from Mr. Wilson, you stay out longer than usual ‘cause of them a-and you pay me not to tell anyone about them.”

“Because I know how much everyone gossips, Peter. Now buzz off. I need t’get ready for a mission.”

“Awh, man.” Peter scratched the back of his neck and sighed dramatically as he started to walk away, like a kicked puppy. “You’re lucky Mr. Stark told me I had to do some extra assignment, or else I’d be here asking you all about [Name].”

“Yeah, yeah, get outta here, punk.” He muttered, almost as if saying it to no one. As much as he tolerated Peter more than some of the other Avengers, he still needed his me time. People were tiring, Especially these people.

–

It was as if time had barely passed yet stayed still at the same time. Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Wanda were on the Quinjet as of right now. Man, how he’d wish to God he was back home. Look, he respected everyone on the plane. Sam wasn’t someone Bucky’d go out of his way to hang out on a regular, but he likes him better than Tony. Natasha and Wanda, he saw the two as someone he could sort of relate to. Natasha being a part of Hydra and a trained assassin for them unwillingly, and Wanda was an experiment for Hydra.

Small comrodaries in trauma.

All things considered though, he’d be doing anything but being on this flight. All that the four would do was beat up some people, find intel on some enhanced people they’d gotten a tip about, and figure out if they’re a danger or not.

Thinking about that wasn’t what Bucky was preoccupied with though, no. His thumbs were occupied by texting you. Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for him to text in his own corner of the aircraft.

florist : we can have a movie night, my place if you want! when you get back?

james : only if you want to.

florist : i’ll provide the snacks if you pick the movie <3

That stupid looking heart did wonders on his heart.

james : how about a comedy?

florist : my, my james! i didn’t think you’d want a comedy! with how stoic you act all the time LMAO

james : even i need a laugh sometimes.

The main reason was ‘cause he wanted to hear your laugh.

“Prepare for landing, gang!” Natasha yelled to the group. Oh, great, mission starting soon. Bucky stood up from the metal flooring of the quinjet and shot you one last text before powering his phone off:

james : mission time. i’ll text you when i’m back.

–

You stared at the text on your screen for what felt like ages. You didn’t know why, but that text made you feel.. Anxious. Worried, all the bad feelings. Sure, Bucky was a super soldier AND an Avenger.. But you knew of the dangers, of the threats. He’s still only human.

But, you pushed your emotions aside and texted back, even though you knew he wouldn’t get it back until after the mission.

florist : goodluck, james. <3

Okay. Before we start, yes.. You may have a small, itty bitty, miniscule, super insignificant crush on Bucky. I mean, who doesn’t? He’s tall, muscular, and a quiet giant. And he actually LISTENED to you. He liked to listen to your yaps, and when you think it doesn’t get better, IT DOES! Because he actually remembers the details.

Bucky’s sweet, patient and kind. Despite the rough edges, he’s a good person. Even if he didn’t think that.

A small sigh left your lips as you clicked your television on and started to drift asleep,letting your anxieties and worries melt away with the old British narrator guy talking about “the three toed sloths” on the tv. Your dreams consisted of darkness, flowers, and warmth.

You were calm in your voided dreams, unaware of what the hell was going on with James.

|| smiles deviously, deviously smiles !!

taglist : @iyskgd , @highhopes1008

[ancha-aus]

Bitty Surprise - Chapter 11 - Pov Killer

It is Sunday once again! That means another update! we continue with the bitties <3

First Chapter: [Here] AO3 link: [Here]

*-------------------------------*

Life is great and perfect!

Killer is living The Life and you can’t say anything to change his mind.

How could anything be better?

He is dating the two perfect guys. Like, Killer somehow got both Cross and Nightmare? That amount of luck is probably illegal somewhere but no take backsies!

And!

And!

Just the two most adorable bitties.

Killer has even made some progress with getting to snuggle and kiss Renegade’s tiny skull! And he only got a hiss and one swipe of sharp phalanges from Renegade and only got a suspicious look of Axe in return!

That is so much progress!

It is amazing.

Killer whistles a song as he skips over to the bitty housing. A package in his hands.

Look. Don’t sue him, he just wants to see how far he can stretch his luck.

He was checking out some bitty stores in their usual neutral universe and saw so many cute outfits and he just thinks they would both look great in them!

Killer sits cross legged by the housing and grins widely.

Renegade and Axe are both relaxing by their tiny pool. Renegade looks up at him and immediately looks guarded as he eyes the box.

Killer grins and shakes it a tiny bit “I got you a present!”

Renegade keeps frowning at him. Axe looks up and stares at the box for a moment “What is it?”

Killer grins “I got you two some extra outfits!”

Axe slowly looks down at his clothes. Which are dirty.

Look. It may have been a tiny oversight to just give them a few outfits, which Killer is fixing right now!

Killer nods as he lays the box near the edge so they can easily look inside.

Killer nods “Okay. Who first? You want to go first Renegade-”

“Dust.”

Dead silence and Killer stares at Renegade “What…?” had he… just spoken? Renegade hadn’t spoken since the near soulbreak.

Renegade rolls his eye lights as he looks at him bored “I am Dust. Not Renegade.” And he looks at Axe for a moment. And raises a brow.

Axe just nods and turns “I am Horror. I don’t mind Axe too much but prefer my name.”

Killer blinks slowly.

Oh…

Oh stars…

Killer grins “Yes! Of course! Good to know!” Dust and Horror. Horror and Dust. D and H. That does fit with the writing in that bottle cap!

Killer wiggles and just grins widely at them.

Dust frowns a tiny bit and looks at Horror. Horror tilts his skull and looks at the package “What is it?”

Killer blinks before sitting up right. Right! Present!

Killer grins as he raises the present and opens it slowly, he can see Horror watch with clear interest. While Dust just glances over from the corner of his socket.

Score he got both their attention! Killer grins and raises the first bright blue jacket “Obviously. The blue jackets are already a hit. So I figured some backups would be welcome.” He hands over four copies of the jacket, all large because Horror is a big bitty and honestly it seems like Dust likes to drown in his clothes anyway.

Killer has yet to see him wear any of the stuff actually his size.

Killer grins “Also gives us the chance to wash your dirty jackets.”

Horror frowns “It is fine. We swim with them.”

Killer just stares at them but neither Horror nor Dust seem to think what Horror said was wrong.

Killer takes a deep breath “When… euh… was the last time you guys.. bathed?”

Horror tilts his skull as Dust snorts “We swam this morning.” And nods towards the pool.

The normal sized monster sighs “Yeah, no. That isn’t bathing or cleaning…” Killer wonders if he will lose a phalanges if he cleans either bitty… He thinks he will be relative safe with Horror but Dust tends to go for the kill, not to forget that Horror has been highly protective of his mate and he may attack if Dust gets taken for a bath.

Problem for future him. First clothes.

Killer shows multiple shirts and tiny pants. Most of it is large size but quite a few are also medium. He picked stuff with funny designs and also some bright coloured ones. Killer wants to see if either bitty likes those type of things and give them options. He also got quite a bit of just neutral colours in case they prefer to go with those.

All in all. Killer is very proud of himself.

He pulls out some PJs “And here some pyjamas! That way you can sleep more comfortable in softer stuff!” he hands the first few sets over. Horror tilts his skull as he feels the soft fabric before looking at Dust. Dust frowns at the t-shirt and Killer grins.

“Of course, as Dusty here prefers his hood.” Dust pulls a face at the nickname but remains quiet as Horror nuzzles him. Killer grins as he pulls out the bunny onesie “With hood!” and very cute bunny ears.

Dust stares at it before a blush covers his face and he hides more in his hood. Horror however stares with a lot of interest as he looks between the onesie and Dust.

Killer grins as he hands it over “I got a grey one! With the nickname Horror has for you I figured it would be a nice match!” Dust remains very quiet and Killer can see the tiny blush.

Killer grins “I think it would look cute! A tiny dust bunny!” Horror nods in agreement while Dust makes a very interesting high pitched noise.

Killer frowns “I was wondering. How did you even give Dust that nickname? Like… I immediately thought of dust bunny but I don’t know how often you guys have to deal with cleaning up dust bunnies and stuff from under furniture.”

Horror blinks as he looks at Dust before answering “The way he jumps.”

Killer blinks and looks at Dust “What?”

Dust shrugs but Horror nods “Jumps like a bunny.”

Killer knows his excitement is obvious “Really? Can I see? Pretty please?”

Horror turns to Dust “Please?”

Dust grumbles but gets up as he walks towards the side of the bitty housing, he looks up at the side before nodding as he crouches low and launches himself up and easily on top of the bitty housing. Dust turns to him before snorting.

Killer just stares with his mouth open. Because Dust just did the equivalent of jumping straight up the height of a two floor building, and nailing the landing with room to spare.

Horror nods “Bunny hop.”

Dust sputters and glares as the blush returns.

Killer can’t stop himself as he grabs Dust and coos at him “You are so cute! And that jump! Holy shit! That takes some serious leg strength!” Dust tries to get loose and his blush gets worse with each word Killer says.

Killer coos and puts Dust back down next to Horror, Dust is quick to let out a hiss and hide behind Horror. Still blushing madly.

Killer coos as he leans on a hand and just watches the two “No wonder you were fine outside and in the wild. You could just climb anything you wanted and launch yourself upwards. Serious strong legs there.” Dust having been a full size monster would have been terrifying.

Horror nods and nuzzles Dust “Amazing.” Dust’s blush still hasn’t gone away as he grabs his hood and pulls it even further over his skull to try and hide.

But, Killer can hear that! That very soft purr! That is Dust! Killer grins as he watches the two.

Honestly there is no denying he loves and adores the two bitties. It isn’t even a secret honestly and Killer doesn’t feel bad about it. It is hard not to love the two.

Killer is also very lucky both his partners are in agreement with Killer’s opinion and adoration for the two bitties. Killer had found Cross staring at them both wishfully before. Neither of them had said anything out loud about it before but Killer and Cross had had an understanding between them.

Nightmare ended up sighing and just pointing a chapter in the bitty care book out to them. Cross and Killer had both glanced at it before feeling embarrassed. As it was about how bitties form relationships.

Turns out. That while bitties are small, they are very much still able to consent and feel as normal sized monsters do. It is just rare that a monster or bitty grows interested in each other.

The three of them had spoken about it and how they thought about it with their own very new relationship. And all of them had agreed they wouldn’t mind to involve both bitties on whatever level they wanted. Most likely, only emotional. If they even grow interested.

So… Killer had been trying to push a bit. See where their boundaries lie.

Horror seems fine with most things as long as he gets food for himself and Dust and he gets returned to Dust in the end.

Dust is a bit trickier to figure out. He doesn’t always like being picked up but doesn’t mind getting a ride from one place to the next. He is also a lot sneaker than Killer thought he was. Killer had already tried to grab something out of a bag only to find Dust in there, without ever realising that Dust even left the bitty housing. Killer doesn’t mind being a taxi for the tiny bitty though. It just means that Dust trusts them enough to even allow himself to get near. Which must be very difficult for the previously wild bitty.

Killer watches the two take their time as they shift through all the clothes Killer left for them. Killer must admit he sneaked more cute and pretty clothes in there but that is for them to find and decide for themselves. Even if Killer thinks Horror will rock that little lumber jack outfit he sneaked in there.

Dust has actually gotten his hands on the bunny onesie and seems to stare at it as he feels the material. Horror is obviously just shifting clothes around as he keeps glancing at Dust as Dust inspects the offering.

And yeah, Killer can admit it is pretty much an offering. He just wants them both to love him like he loves them. Is that so much to ask?

Horror tilts his skull at Dust “Bunny?”

Dust seems to get out of his staring as he shrugs before pushing the onesie to the side. It is still in one piece and not pushed out of sight in some corner so Killer will take it as a success for now!

Killer takes some more time to just watch the two bitties interact and do their thing before he goes to the couch and starts up a game. He waves the controller and a second controller into their direction “If either of you want to play let me know! I will start up multiplayer and help you guys get used to the controls.” And he turns back to the game.

Killer plays a few levels as he manoeuvres his character around the dungeon. Looking for items to use and treasures to claim. He plays a few levels and gets lost in the game.

The door opens and that snaps him out of it. Killer blinks and looks around confused at the dark room.

A sigh “Killer.”

Killer looks up and sees the even darker form of Nightmare and he smiles “Mare!” he leaves the game on pause and rushes his partner and hugs him before planting a kiss on his face with a large grin.

Nightmare chuckles and holds him and nuzzles him “Hello love. It is good to see you. Please tell me you haven’t been sitting in this dark room for a long time.”

Killer blinks at him. Looks back at the room. And back at him again “It was light out when I started gaming.”

Nightmare sighs and Cross echoes the noise as he turns on the lights for the room “Seriously Kills. You got to make sure you don’t strain your eye lights so much.” Cross rubs the area under his sockets and Killer leans into the touch with a purr.

Killer hums happily “Sorry.” Even as he says it he tries to get closer for more of that fantastic affection. Cross snorts but happily hugs him as he strokes his skull. Killer sighs before asking half hearted “How did the meeting go?”

Nightmare lets out an even deeper sigh then he did before. Killer shoots him a worried look but Nightmare just shakes his skull and walks towards the kitchen. Killer shoots Cross a worried look.

Cross sighs “Same as always… Dream wanted to talk afterwards and from what I could hear Dream was… pushy about Nightmare having to let himself get purified of his corruption.” Cross shrugs at the horrified look “I know. He just… doesn’t want to hear it.”

Killer huffs as he looks at where Nightmare disappeared to “Maybe… time to bring out the big guns.”

Cross looks over with a confused look.

Killer continues “Some nice wine and cheese. We get pleasantly buzzed and lay together in his bed. Let’s go! I will grab the cheese!”

Cross snorts and nods “Okay. I will grab the wine from the cellar.” And he rushes off.

Killer grins before quickly rushing to the bitty housing. He spots the bitties in their own little storage area where they are still messing with the many clothes Killer had given them. Tomorrow he would try and bath the two and get them dressed in something clean. Killer grins at them “You two need anything? We will be busy for the rest of the evening.” Nightmare always takes the meetings with his twin hard even when he tries to act as if they don’t bother him. Killer and Cross both know it hurts their mate a lot. They will need to help him through it.

Dust frowns up at him “Why go to these meetings?”

Killer blinks “It is our job.”

Dust nods and Killer thinks that is it but then Dust continues “Find a new job.”

Horror looks curiously at Dust and Dust answers the unspoken question “Most large ones have jobs. But they can always switch jobs.” Dust nods into his direction “These meetings make them unhappy. The meetings are connected to their jobs.”

Horror lights up “Which means, to fix that unhappiness. They should change their jobs.”

Dust nods and looks at Killer “When will you switch jobs?” his voice saying the sentence as a fact more than anything.

Killer looks between he bitties. Part of him melts at the fact that these two had clearly been worried about them and had been thinking about a solution. Killer feels sad that… “It… it doesn’t work like that sadly. This isn’t a job we can quit.” Well, Cross and Killer could technically quit whenever they want. But they won’t leave Nightmare behind. Never. Nightmare helped them out of their own personal hell and never gave up on them. Like hell Killer or Cross will give up on him.

Dust frowns “I don’t understand.” He seems deeply offended be this fact.

Horror looks at him as well “Why can’t you stop when it makes you unhappy?”

Killer sighs as he sits down by them “We never really… went into detail about our work because. It gets complex. Remember how after we got you from the store” and yikes just thinking about the fact you can just buy bitties even when they are just as sentient as monsters gives Killer the creeps “We went through this glowy portal door thing?”

Both bitties nod.

Killer nods “Well… it was a portal. To another universe.” The blank looks make Killer rethink his explanation before grabbing a piece of paper “Okay. Imagine your whole life is. This line.” He draws a line. “Now. This is your life as it is now. This is who you are what you do and so this is your universe or timeline. But sometimes. There are very big choices that effect big things like… like…”

Horror nods “Dust following after me instead of staying in the forest.”

Killer grins “Exactly! That is a big choice. So, if you were to have made a different choice.” He makes another line appear halfway out of the other line and shows a split “It can cause a split in your timeline. It leads to a future that is very different from the one you have now, and most likely will make the you in this other timeline or universe another you.”

Both bitties nod again.

Killer continues “That, is what we call an alternative timeline. These splits are not always caused by your own choices either. Like, how Dust decision to follow after Horror didn’t just change Dust’s own life but also Horror’s. And, in the very long run, ours as well.”

Now it takes a moment longer for them to wrap their heads around it before nodding their understanding. Horror has taken to gripping Dust’s hand and Dust rubs Horror’s hand with his thumb, reassuring the bigger bitty.

Killer smiles “Sometimes… things are so very different that the two possible timelines don’t seem to have the same origin at all, maybe somethings look alike or seem to reference each other but it is all so fundamentally different that it just isn’t possible to be the same world. This, is what we call alternative universes.” He waits a moment “Technically, Cross and I are the same person, just from different universes.”

Dust blinks and frowns as he stares at him with disbelieve.

Killer grins “See? Our worlds were so different that there is hardly anything that truly marks us as the quote unquote same. We, those who travel the universes and meet each other, just treat it the same as meeting someone who has the same name by coincidence or who looks like you.” he shrugs.

Horror frowns “This is… interesting. But why tell us? What does that have to do with the work that makes you three unhappy?”

Killer sighs “Nightmare… Nightmare isn’t like anyone in the multiverse, the combination of universes, he is honestly one of a kind. Nightmare and Dream are twins who were born with a very specific role for the multiverse. Guardians of emotions, Nightmare guards the negative ones and Dream guards the positive ones. They… They have been through a lot and had a very bad falling out. Nightmare had been hurt very badly and took that out on Dream.” Which is honestly the easiest way to explain the situation with the villagers attacking Nightmare and the tree and Dream faulting Nightmare “And they have been at each other’s throat for centuries. Not too long ago they finally settled on a truce. They are both needed to keep the balance as there can’t be positivity without negativity and the other way around. The problem is…”

“Dream can’t accept that Nightmare is still the same Nightmare that Dream grew up with. Dream keeps trying to prove that Nightmare… That Nightmare needs curing or help to be better when Nightmare just wants to be, do his job, and be allowed to relax without having others hate him at the first sight of him…”

Killer sighs as he shakes his skull “I know it is a lot… it comes down to that, Nightmare can’t quit. He is unable to quit and… and Cross and I are not going to let him have to deal with all of that alone. He deserves better.” he deserved so much better than the past and childhood he got.

Killer looks back at the bitties and both frown back at him. In the end Horror nods “Okay. Good luck with cheering him up.” he nudges Dust “Come bunny.”

Panic goes through Killer “Wait!” both stop and look at him. Killer searches for the right words “Please… please don’t… dislike him for that…” Please. Please. Please. Killer can’t have ruined this for Nightmare. Nightmare deserves to have people like him. And the bitties had been doing just that!

Dust huffs but Horror just tilts his skull “Why would we dislike him for something he can’t change? Something that wasn’t his choice? Seems unfair.”

Dust nods in agreement but doesn’t add anything.

Killer feels relieve “Thanks you guys. You two are amazing and if you need anything you know how to get it and let me know if you guys want something from the store. I need to run now to get things.” The bitties both nod and turn back to do their own things. Killer grins as he rushes to the kitchen. He grabs the cheese and quickly cuts it in nice pieces. He also grabs some chips, crackers, and some fruits to share between him and his datemates.

Killer wishes the bitties a good night before rushing upstairs.

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“Those people in those meetings are idiots.”

“I agree bunny. But there is little we can do.”

“… There is one thing…”

“You have an idea?”

“Just one for now. It may not be the best idea.”

“I am sure it is a good idea.”

“Heh, thanks H.”

“You are welcome bunny.”

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