#I like how fuzzy it is we love a fuzzy animal

[ronearoundblindly]

Just thinking about how we as Alpine could dote on sweet Steve...

(part of Companion Animal, a steve x shapeshifter!reader series)

He's just so easy to read, like an emotional open book, and when Steve's worried about anything at all, you just have to sit with him and stare. He always cracks. He'll tell you everything, and as you continue to gaze with that caring he always recognizes in your eyes, he keeps going, every bit of honesty just flowing out of him.

Sometimes, however, Steve begs for you to change back. He wants to listen to you talk about your day. He wants to hear what you think, what you would do in his place, what you've been up to. Steve likes companionship in all its forms--you in all your forms--but loves the equanimity of human-to-human interaction.

There are so many reasons you shift to a cat, but the biggest is that life is simpler this way. It was the motivation for your first change: you wanted things to be simple. If you feel small, you can be small. If you don't feel like talking, you don't have to.

Steve envies your powers honestly. He knows what it was like to be small and overlooked. Steve actually misses that from time to time. He never thought he would.

Tonight, though he has no idea why you've felt the need to be small and quiet, Steve holds you in his lap, balancing your fluffy body in a soft curl at his hip. He talks, and once he's covered all the important bits of his day, he keeps talking about nothing at all. He mentions a new houseplant or two that he wants, but he's not sure whether to find some clippings to propagate or to go buy them.

Steve never noticed how much he talks about food until he started filling the empty air with you. He would apologize for that, but he has a lot of opinions about chicken (all the proteins, really) and serving sizes (you stop him with a chirp when he mentions 'pricing' though). There are also certain meals that go very well with certain types of weather, which he thinks should be obvious but still lays out a case for having soup and stew always at the ready for rainy days and--

"Are you asleep, babygirl?" he asks in astonishment. "Why didn't you stop me? You could have asked to go to bed if you were tired."

Steve tries very hard not to turn his frown upside down as you yawn, a big gesture for such a little thing. You're so cute. You know he can't resist the fierceness of your fangs coupled with your half-closed eyes.

You roll onto your back in his lap, a dopey, quirky look on your squished face, staring at him again.

"What?" Steve pokes gently at your belly. "You'd rather watch TV? Do--what's that stupid phrase--Netflix and chill?"

You pop upright, tail swatting between his knees, and slow-blink at him.

"You're very predictable, darling," he chides, grabbing the remote but kissing your head as he leans over. "Why'd you let me go on an' on?" Steve whispers an apology while you shove your skull into his cheek. "I don't mean to bore you. You could have--" he feels you shake your head "--no? Not boring you?" He leans back. "How is listening to me jabber not boring?"

You stand to put one paw on his chest, the other tucked to your own, holding his brilliant blue gaze.

You've told him you love his voice. You've told him you love to know what he's thinking, that everything he says is important to you, but...Steve hasn't considered how you being in Alpine-form forces him to use his voice.

Because you want to know what he's thinking.

Because you want to hear all of the things that take up important space in his thoughts.

Because you know that he won't if there's anyone else there, any other person, any other human.

Steve Rogers always puts other humans above himself. If anyone else is in the room, Steve's not the priority, so...

The second his face drops in understanding, you look smug as hell and cheekily bat your fuzzy paw at his lips.

"Ha ha, very funny," he drawls. "You think you're so smart, don't you!"

Steve scoops you up in his arms and peppers you with kisses, tightening his grip a smidge.

"What if I don't turn on your show, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" There's a familiar pressure against him, and your body becomes much heavier. He lets the shift happen as usual then looks down.

You, human-you, snuggle into his lap, the rest stretched across the couch, turned away from the television to focus only on him.

"Nothing."

Steve plays with your hair quietly because of course he stops filling the air already.

"Tell me about all these soups we're going to make."

You poke his side as Steve laughs. You know his tricks. He's so easy to read, but no matter what, he's your favorite open book.

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[thesecond-if]

Saw this on another post...

If the Ros woke up one day and found that they had magically turned into a small and cute animal (like a kitten, puppy… up to your choice rlly!) and at first they don’t know how to turn back, but eventually they find out that the solution is getting a kiss from the Mc, how would they go about trying to communicate to the Mc that they’re themselves trapped in an animal and get that kiss from the Mc?

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe – Black Cat

Immediately hides under the nearest pew. At first, he thinks this is divine punishment. He paces dramatically. Sighs loudly. Knocks over a candle. Waits for divine intervention. When you walk in, he sits up tall. But then you ruffle his ears. And he makes a sound. A purring sound.

Eventually, he climbs into your lap and just stares at you with those deep, priestly eyes. You swear he’s judging your soul. The moment your lips brush his little cat head. Poof. Full-sized Isaac, on your lap, looking vaguely scandalized.

"...Please pretend this never happened."

🎙️ Silas Wren – Ferret

Loses his mind IMMEDIATELY. Does not process what’s happening. He’s flipping around the apartment, knocking things off shelves, squeaking dramatically. It’s giving Looney Tunes. He sees himself in the mirror and screams. Then he tries to type on his computer. Then he chews through a sock. When you finally come home, he bites your shoelace and drags you toward the couch like "DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?” Eventually, he writes “KISS ME” in spilled cereal. But the moment you give his fuzzy lil forehead a kiss, BOOM. Human again. On top of you.

"...Okay but like, we can try that again."

🕯️ Sister Mercy – Snowy Owl

She perches silently and watches.Just giant golden eyes boring into your soul as you make breakfast like nothing is wrong. She starts nudging things off counters in very precise manner. Your book on demonology falls open to a page about curses. You ignore it. Eventually, she flutters down to your shoulder and nudges your cheek, then your lips. You finally kiss her feathery head and snap, she’s human again.

"You saw nothing. But thank you, my love."

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow – Rabbit

She hates this. She is not a prey animal. She tries to find a pen and paper. Tries to type. Fails. Tries to spell words in spilled flour. Also fails. You walk in and she immediately hides under the couch in shame. It takes a while before she hops out and gently nudges your hand. You pick her up and cradle her.

"Aw… you’re so soft. Wish Dr. Marrow were this cuddly."

Her little bunny soul dies inside. You kiss her out of affection. Flash of light. She's human again and you are now straddling a very flustered, very real Elaine.

"...I need to reevaluate everything I believe in."

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd – Big Dumb Labrador

Immediately figures out what’s going on. Just doesn’t care. This is his life now. He brings you your shoes. Wags his tail. Lays his massive puppy head on your lap and looks at you like you invented the sun. You’re like, “wow this dog reminds me of Jonah…” And he’s like YES PLEASE UNDERSTAND I AM HIM. I AM YOUR MAN. Eventually, in a moment of overwhelming fondness, you kiss his head and bam. Human Jonah. Still on the floor. Tail probably still wagging.

"…Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?"

👁️ The Second (HIM) – Fox

His fur is black. You find Him curled on your bed. Waiting. He doesn’t whine. Doesn’t make a sound. When you speak, He tilts His head, ears twitching just slightly. You swear the shadows shift with Him. You try to joke “Cute fox,” you say. “Should I name you?” He pads toward you on noiseless paws, circles once. Twice. And then settles at your feet, curling his tail around your ankles like a claim. You laugh nervously. “You’re not even trying to communicate, huh?” But later, when you're about to leave the room, you find your name scratched into the floorboards. And without really thinking, you kneel down and press a kiss to the top of His head.

You blink—and He’s human again. Sitting where the fox once lay, smile lazy and soft and sharp all at once.

"So you do love me. I knew you'd admit it eventually."

You: “...THAT’S NOT WHAT THAT WAS—”

"Too late."

[tonguetyd]

Pronghorn!

(Also an interesting animal because they shed the keratinous part of their .. horns?.. but retain the core every year. So they aren't quite horns and aren't quite antlers but I don't think they count as ossicones either? They're also the only remaining species of their family! There used to be a lot of weird shit in like the pleistocene in their family, the antilocaprinae.

Uh. Sorry/you're welcome for the infodump? 😬👍

Oh THATS cool?!?! No I very much appreciate the info dumb bc I was expecting some weird looking cow. This guy is cool tho!!

Thank you!!

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — Gojo notices everything about you, especially in moments like these when you’re curled up like a content little kitten on the couch. Your oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as you wiggle your toes in those fuzzy socks, and how your nose scrunches adorably while focusing on catching that sneaky fish in Animal Crossing, completely lost in your virtual island paradise.

He also notices when you haven’t paid attention to him all day. And if Gojo Satoru isn't getting his daily dose of you, then something must be done.

"Mmn~, pay attention to meeeee," Gojo whined dramatically, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of an attention starved puppy. His fluffy white hair tickling your thighs as he positions himself between your legs, making you giggle despite trying to maintain concentration.

"Shhh, I'm trying to foc-eep~♡!" Your stern words dissolved into a pitiful little squeak as his strong arms suddenly wrapped around your legs, spreading them wide with playful enthusiasm. How those brilliant blue irises of his practically sparkled with a devilish glint made your heart skip as he noticed your lack of underwear, "N-Not now, Satoru, i want to play my-!!"

"Aww, but I wanna play too," he cooed, nuzzling against your inner thigh like an affectionate cat, "And look what pretty toy I found~ no panties? My adorable little player going commando? How scandalous~"

You try to close your legs when his warm breath ghosts across your exposed pussy, "S-Satoru!" you squealed, trying to keep your Switch steady even as heat flooded your cheeks, "don't you have literally anyone else to pester? L-like Nanami, he’s fun to annoy, right?"

He pouted dramatically, batting those impossibly long eyelashes, "I thought you knew?" He cocked his head at you while giving you the sweetest smile, "Pestering you is my favorite hobby. Besides..." he drags his tongue slowly up your slit, making you nearly drop your game, "Nanami could never taste this good."

Your gasp turned into a giggle that melted into a moan as he hummed happily like he's enjoying the sweetest dessert.

"Mmm, sweet as candy." he purred between licks, "Keep playing your game, sweetie. Let's see how long you can focus~"

Your fingers trembled on the controls as he devoured you like his favorite dessert, making exaggerated "nom nom" sounds that had you torn between laughing and moaning. The fishing line wobbled wildly on screen while his tongue dove inside, swirling around your gummy insides and coaxing out your sweet juices before moving up to wrap his soft lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Y-you're m’impo-hah~ssible!" you whimpered, trying to sound angry even as your hips rocked against his face.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly good at making you cum?" He winked up at you, chin glistening with your juices.

The Switch clattered to the floor as you tangled your fingers in his white hair, giving up any resistance. The noises Gojo was pulling out of you were lewd enough to make a porn star blush, and that cocky- delighted chuckle only spurred you on more as it vibrated against your clit.

"Such pretty noises you make," he teases between slurps, his tongue swirling around your throbbing nub, "Much better than any game soundtrack."

"Sh-ut up, you men-ah~ce," you moaned, tugging his hair the way you knew he loved. His responding growl making your toes curl.

"Make me," he challenged, slipping two fingers inside your drooling cunt, pumping in and out at a delicious pace before curling them to hit that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "We're just getting started. I've got lots more games we can play~"

His cock pressed insistently against his pants as he crawled up your body, catching your lips in a messy kiss that let you taste yourself on his playful tongue.

"Congrats~ you unlocked the next level. Ready for the next stage?" he asked, grinding his hips against yours teasingly. "I promise it's more fun than Animal Crossing~"

You knew your game would have to wait, especially since it now lies forgotten on the floor as Gojo shows you exactly why he’s your favorite distraction. After all, who needed virtual fishing when you had the strongest determined to make you cum until you were seeing stars?

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆

[pansyfemme]

im. 💖

[blood-smiles]

𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖..? 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎? Ი︵𐑼

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐂𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

“Mreow!” Your hand combed through the kitty’s fur gently, watching her purr in elation as she lapped up creamy puree in your hands.

You had to physically pull yourself together, hold yourself from taking this cat and stuffing it into your bed for a cuddle session.

You almost made a sound but were reminded of the massive presence behind you.

Briar crossed his arms across his chest in resignation, he had been huffing and puffing about you pampering the barn felines for the last twenty minutes.

He would never lay a hand upon your cherished cats, he knew better than that now. He would burn down the barn with the cows in it if you gave him the silent treatment for more than six minutes.

His tail flicked behind him like a whip, looking at the fuzzy assailant with murderous intentions. The cow-man’s shoulders were square, muscles tense and jaw clenched so tight you could see veins sprawling under his skin.

He saw how the cat’s eyes flickered towards him, he swears to Eden that the animal’s furry lips quirked upwards into a smug little smirk.

That was it! He couldn’t take it anymore!

Oh, how he wanted to grab that poofy little fuck and dunk it in water, maybe then it will understand that his master is only his. Their pets belong only to him, their attention—Their love has a tag on it and it says Briar In bold red lettering.

When he got his hands on that cat he will make sure that it—

“Will you stop?” Your monotonous voice brought him out of his psychotic rage, his dark blue hues turning to you, the anger inside sinking deep in those ocean eyes.

“..Unfair.. Why can’t I get pets too?!” He stomped his foot a bit, eyebrows furrowing into a barely angry face.

“Briar.” You called his name with the patience of a tired parent with five hyperactive children.

“You literally sleep in my bed and have me in a headlock for eight hours straight— That’s without including the other sixteen hours you force me to endure afterwards.” You were sick and tired of Briar pretending he was a neglected housewife.

But deep down, you liked it. You liked how he so desperately needed your attention.

But Briar wasn’t ready for that truth yet, you fear he may have a revelation and begin teasing you back.

“I—Ugh! That’s not true! You leave to go use the bathroom for five minutes!” He pointed an accusing finger at you, glaring at the mountain of barn cats that began wandering into the farm and circling around you like a cult.

“A—A-And now you have those-those little menaces surrounding you! And you give them your attention and praise!! When I do much more for you than all of them!” 

You raised a brow as he stomped closer to you, obscenely large hands coming to grab you.

“Don’t you dare—“ you didn’t even get to feed the rest of the cats as your cow dragged you away, holding you as if you were a rowdy puppy.

“Briar! I thought we were over this!!” You exclaimed, flailing your legs in midair as a half assed attempt of escaping his muscular arms.

“I don’t care! I don’t want to hear another word from you! I am beyond upset with you.” He said with a finality that made you falter, as if he was your darn mother.

Also, weren’t you supposed to be saying that to him?

“B..Bu—“

“No buts! Or is it you want me to stuff your little tummy full of milk again?”

That shut you up, you ceased your squirming in fear that he would go through with his threat. You shrunk into his chest as your hands gripped his forearms tightly.

You blinked and found yourself in bed with an almost eight foot man, drowning in his chest. 

“Stay still.” He grumbled, heavy arms pulling you in closer, your body going completely stiff when you felt his head nuzzling against your collarbone.

“So mean. You are so mean to me..” he whined, ignoring the way his rounded horns were poking into your jaw.

You could already feel tears bubbling down his eyes and soaking into your clothes.

“You are so unfair! You said—You said that you wouldn’t leave me! That-That I was yours!!” He wailed, fingers clenching around your button up.

You furrowed your brows, trying to not pull his head back by grabbing a tuft of his thick hair.

“Briar. Don’t tell me this is about the cats—“

“Yes! It is! And what? I can’t be jealous now? I’m so jealous! It hurts, it stings!” He shook his head, his eyes filled with despair and longing, yet they never lost that little spark that told you he loved you so deeply.

You just stopped and stared, he slowly unpeeled himself, he did something you never thought he would try. He actually took control.

He was so heavy you swear you felt your mid section straining under his weight, the bed creaking under you in what you wish could say was pain.

His hands curled around your wrists as if they were nothing but dry twigs, his hold was tight enough for you to know there was no point in trying to escape, but gentle enough that it showed that he wasn’t going to hurt you, like he understood how frail your body really was.

His thumb caressed your pulse obsessively, rubbing small circular motions into your skin.

He started laughing, a deep, gentle reverberation in his chest as he looked down at you.

“I understand. I get it now.” He chuckled, leaning lower so that he was almost nose to nose with you, so close in proximity that you felt his warm breath tickling your lips.

“You’re feeling neglected! How could i have been so dense? So utterly dumb of me.. Blaming it on you, how could I ever do that?” He mumbled to himself more than you, his eyes searching your face as if he had finally seen light.

“You only went to those cats because I wasn’t giving my baby enough love!” he whispered in delight, like it was a great revelation for the world.

You didn’t bother correcting him, it wasn’t like he was going to listen to you anyways. 

He didn’t wait to smash his lips against yours, his tongue prying your mouth open and forcibly devouring you.

You just slightly unhinged your jaw, allowing him to just assault your mouth as if it was a normal happening on any other Monday morning.

You ignored the soft sounds coming from him, his hands letting go of your wrists, only to lock your head in place.

His calloused fingers brushed against your cheeks, planted carefully against your skin as he bit down on your soft lips.

Saliva escaped the corners of his mouth, he sucked on your tongue like a starved man, you thought for a moment that he was going to shove his tongue down your throat.

Okay, he was actually going to choke you. Your hand flew up and grasped the back of his head, yanking a handful of his vanilla chocolate swirl like hair.

He giggled as he pulled his head away, leaning back down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Are you done?” Your eyebrow twitched with impatience.

“Nuh-uuuh~” he pinched your cheeks as if you were the most adorable thing ever, his ears slightly raising in joy at your small fits of anger.

“Just let me cuddle you for a while..” he turned you on your side suddenly, giving you a bit of whiplash from being manhandled like a sack of potatoes.

He tangled his limbs around yours, wrapping around you in a death hug. His face was warm and soft, cheek pressed next to yours firmly.

His thigh was strewn on top of your legs, completely binding your limbs from moving a little, his body was so heavy and soft that it was as if you were trying to move twenty heavy blankets from above you.

Your arms burned as you pushed him away, it was like pushing a wall, he didn’t budge at all. He looked as if he was getting a massage and not a shove.

You just gave up. Let yourself be drowned in muscle from this huge mass of man.

His hand gripped yours tightly, like if he would let go you would leave— Which you probably would do.

He snored quietly, his plump lips semi open. He looked like a princess in a way. Long blonde and brown eyelashes tickling the fragile skin of his under eye.

He really did fall asleep on you. And it wasn’t helping that the way he swaddled you in blankets and the pleasant weight of his body was slowly lulling you into a similar state.

When you least expected it you began to nod off, consciousness beginning to slip from your control.

Your head buried in his chest since there were no pillows nearby, his were the most comfortable replica close.

Briar cracked an eye open, he smiled down at you, threading through your head with the care of a giant petting a bunny.

He tried his best not to move, wanting to appreciate your sleepy state for a while longer. He never really thought much about your size difference..

He compared both your and his hand sizes, he noticed how the tips of your fingers just barely surpassed his palm.

You were so tiny and fragile,it was like if he breathed in your direction in the wrong way you would crumble like an old cookie.

He had to protect you, you were stubborn and grumpy, but he wouldn’t have it another way. He knew you were sweet and caring under there somewhere.

He cupped your face with his free hand, he couldn’t stop himself from just kissing you all over your face, leaving small saliva traces on your skin.

Your lips moved, the softest call of his name dropping from those sacred lips. Your eyebrows pinched together as if you were having an unpleasant dream.

He shushed you so gently, gently bouncing you in his arms like a mother calming down her child.

“Shh.. I know, I’m here. I won’t leave.” He mumbled, brushing your hair off your forehead, the movement making your body relax back into its normal state.

He would never leave. Even your subconscious knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.

His shirt began to feel damp, but he ignored the feeling as he rather lay his undivided attention to you. He would clean up the mess later

The both of you had pleasant dreams that day. Your ears heard the slightest pat of a tail wagging at your side as you snoozed peacefully.

This was a mix of TWO asks!!! I’ll probably make another one centered solely on Briar’s envy, thank you to the anon’s who requested these two ideas!! I love answering everyone’s asks even though I may suck at it 🩷

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Animals:

Golden Retriever Yunho

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

❥ATEEZ x fem reader

➯a/n: taking "golden retriever boyfriend" to a whole new level kkkkkk ugh yunho needs to stop wrecking me so hard

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, hybrid a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, poly pack dynamics, animal/human hybrids, hybrids take on physical and personality traits from their animals, yunho in a rut, big dick yun- like BIG, gentle to rough sex, dacryphilia, pussy drunk yunho, intense eye contact, knotting, spit, breeding kink, (very briefly) passing out, praise + reassurance, soft dom yunho, pet names (puppy, angel, sweetie, love & baby), omega puppy reader / beta golden retriever yunho

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

18+.MINORS GET OUT.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

"Are you ready? Are you ready?" Yunho bounces on his feet at the door while waiting for you.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging a million miles per hour. But since he's a half-hybrid, he only has his ears to show his excitement; the fuzzy, golden blond perked a bit off of his matching hair as he tilts his head.

"Come on, we're burning daylight!" He pouts as you finish tying your running shoes.

"The sun just rose, Yunho! Jeez, what's with the zoomies- wah!" You yell as he grabs your hand and drags you out the door.

He had woken you up with his face over yours, panting softly and asking you to go on his second run with him. He's a naturally active person because of his breed, but this is almost ridiculous. Usually he'd go with Yeosang, your doberman mate, but said alpha had apparently kicked him out of his room before he came to you.

You start to wish you were smart enough to have done what Yeosang did as the golden retriever man starts running — bolting, really. "Aaaah, shit. This is gonna suck." You sigh before pushing your legs to catch up with his long ones.

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

You fall down in the middle of the large backyard dramatically. "Are you satisfied?" You pant, rolling your head to look at him.

He's got his hands on his knees as he catches his breath, but a large smile is still on his face. His ears flop a bit as he nods quickly. "Thank you, puppy~"

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh breathlessly, "help me inside, my legs are jelly."

He lifts you up quickly, hugging you to his chest tightly as he carries you back inside the pack house, his nose in your neck. Nobody else seems to be awake yet, the rooms all deserted as you make your way to the downstairs bathroom.

When he shuts the door behind you, you're smacked in the face with the heavy scent hot cocoa and cinnamon. It sends you reeling, holding onto the counter tightly as he sets you down; humming as he turns on the shower, blissfully unaware of how his smell is affecting you. Without the fresh air from outside or the air conditioning — you can't smell anything beside his strong pheromones.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm~?"

The insane amount of energy, the runs and work outs he's been doing the past few days, the way he growled at Yeosang to challenge him for the last piece of pizza yesterday and the way he's been extra overbearing over you and the other omegas —

He's going into a rut.

"When was your last rut?"

"Uhm, about six m-" He pauses. He ruts every six months like clockwork.

"I'll go get Mingi-"

"No!" He runs to you quickly, wrapping his arms around you and bear hugging you. "I want you. Please? I don't- I promise I'll be gentle." It's probably not a promise he can hold true to.

Because Yunho may be a beta, but he's built like an alpha.

"I'll stretch you out for as long as you like- just, please? I w- you know I love all of you but... I want another pup to take my knot."

The last time you were his first rutting partner he nearly split you in half with his knot. It's always bigger at the beginning of a rut, and you hadn't known that when you so bravely took it.

"I don't- I don't know if I can take it-"

"We can take our time! My rut hasn't started yet, I can stretch you out," he turns you around and falls to his knees, clasping his hands together, "please, love."

Even though you should be immune to them, his begging puppy dog eyes win you over. "Fine-"

His ears perk up immediately, along with his eyes that you swear start sparkling at the promise of being able to knot another hybrid from the same classification as him.

"But shower first, you almost threw me into an early heat."

"Is that so bad-"

"Shower."

"On it!"

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

His pheromones are significantly less potent after you shower, but they're still dizzying in your post orgasmic bliss — having just came all over all four of his fingers while his thumb stroked your clit.

You're so far gone just from his large hand that you don't even realize he's spread your legs and positioned himself between them; grinding his massive cock on your messy heat with a string of needy groans.

"Gonna knot my pretty angel," he breathes deeply to reign himself in a bit. He grips the base of his cock, already feeling his knot swelling up ever so slightly.

You suddenly come back to your body, back arching off the bed as you yip — even just his bulbous tip is so huge and heavy. "Ah! Too big, too big," you shake your head, already trembling at the thought of taking anymore.

"It's not too big," he pouts, cupping your cheeks gently to still your head, "it's not, sweetie. You can take it." He rests his forehead on yours, tears welling up in his eyes to match your own. "You can take it, I promise. You took all of my fingers so good, you're so nice and wet for me~"

"Fuck-" You groan, forcing yourself to relax around him as you look into his eyes. "Go- go slow..."

He pecks your lips repeatedly as he inches his way forward immediately, trying to sink into you simultaneously as fast and as slow as possible. Going at the slowest pace he can but doing it quickly.

He's stopped when you instinctively clench around him, your brows knitted together at the intense stretch. He almost falls over, slamming his hand onto the headboard and grabbing it tightly. "R-relax, relax," he begs, his hips stuttering, "fuck, please-"

He collapses on top of you with a pant of relief as you stop clamping down on his girth, gulping down the pool of spit that threatened to spill over his parted lips.

"That's — oh, fuck — that's it, angel~" He moans loudly as he continues his torturously slow descent into your gooey walls. "There you go, you got it," he nuzzles his forehead against yours comfortingly as tears start wetting your lashes; looking deep into your eyes as he stretches you to your absolute fullest.

"You're so-" You hiccup, missing the way his jaw slacks as you clench around him with it. "-so big." Your brain, what little is left after he fingered most of it out of you, is tingling. The only thing you can think about is Yunho and his ridiculous thickness stretching out your pulsing cunt. "M'gonna break." You pout so seriously that he can't help but chuckle.

"Oh, puppy~" He coos fondly as he wipes your eyes with his thumbs, cradling your face tenderly. "You aren't going to break, I got you. You're taking me so well~ You're almost half way there-"

"What?!" Your teary eyes widen, attempting to look between you when he catches your jaw and shakes his head softly.

"Don't panic, love," he hums, stilling his hips to give you a moment. "Breathe in and out, nice and slow, just like that." He strokes your head softly as you take in deep, shaking breaths; going along with you to try and keep his cool. It feels like you're squeezing the life force out of him with your hot, gummy walls.

"Why are you so big?" You whimper, followed by — "It's too good, I'm- I'm gonna lose my mind."

His hips act with a mind of their own, shoving another inch of his fat length into you and making you wail; grabbing his forearms as he keeps his hold on your face.

He was starting to think he'd have to pull out, that you genuinely couldn't take it and that he might be hurting you. But to hear that you feel as good as he does — his ears are hot and twitching as much as his cock is.

"J- oh! Put it all the way in, baby- all the way, all the way!" You're just about sobbing, "just hurry! Hurry and fuck me, please, pleaseee-"

Your plead dies out in a loud, pornographic whine as he slams the rest of his length inside of you; pinning your twitching hips to the mattress with his own as he growls lowly. Your eyes roll back into your head, jaw dropping wide open as you cum around him.

He tries to stop himself, but your mouth is just so tempting; especially as your pussy is fluttering and convulsing around him — massaging every inch, every pronounced vein.

He grips your jaw in one hand and forces it to stay open as he spits right into your mouth. The sight of your tongue twitching as his spit lands is enough to make him want to cum then and there.

"Look at you~" He coos as he starts rutting a few inches of his enormous cock into you, pulling back just a bit more each time until he's sliding in and out of your tight heat slow and steady in his entirety. "I knew you could take me, love."

All you can do is moan with his hand still squeezing your mouth open, feeling like you're about to float away at the mind-numbing pleasure. When your eyes flutter shut, he growls, snapping his hips into you quickly and making them fly back open.

"Eyes on me," he says in a breath, gently rubbing your jaw as he lets go of it, "eyes on me or I will stop." He won't, too deep in the beginnings of his rut to even imagine doing such a thing, but the idea of it makes you whine nonetheless; watching his expression with puppy dog eyes. "Thank you, sweetie~"

You grab onto his arms tighter as he speeds up just a notch, blinking away your tears quickly so you can watch the way he bites his cheek. He's still holding back and while you're thankful that he doesn't want to hurt you — you want to make him feel even better. You know he likes it fast and rough. Especially with a rut only literal minutes away from hitting him.

"Baby," you whisper above his quiet growls, catching his attention. "Fill me with your pups-"

Forget minutes. His rut slams into him full force as soon as the words leave your lips.

His eyes, already nearly fully dilated, are overtaken by his pupils; only the smallest sliver of brown left. His cheeks and neck flush with heat, all the way down his shoulders. His cock feels like it gets bigger inside of you. There's only one thing on his mind.

Breed.

He starts pounding into you like a madman, bottoming out every single time. The sudden burst of speed knocks the air from your lungs and leaves you unable to do anything but let out a small squeak.

If it weren't for his ever present grip on your face, you'd probably be sliding up the bed with the sheer force of his thrusts.

You can't even register his pussy drunk babbling; nodding along simply because you hear his voice from within the absolute tsunami of pleasure slamming onto you.

"Pretty angel, gonna take my knot? Yeah, yeah you are~ Take my big fucking knot- stretch this little puppy cunt out so good~" He moans against your lips, panting as he fucks into you rough and desperate. The entire time, his eyes never leave yours — watching them get fuzzy with ecstasy.

When the first rope of his hot release shoots inside of you, your entire body twitches. Your eyes slam closed again, your jaw dropped in a silent scream as you literally blank for a few seconds. Clenching around his growing knot so hard as he fills you up that he doubles over ontop of you and curses under his heavy breaths.

You come back to the feeling of him licking your tear covered cheek softly, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his knot pulsing against your walls. At the bright look in his eyes, you hum dopily, "did it?"

"You did it," he beams as he wipes the sweat from your brow, "I'm locked up all perfect and snug~"

You slump under him with a wide smile, still chasing your breath. "Mmm perfect," you purr as he continues to lick your face gently.

"I'm so proud of you," he moans contentedly, eyelids as heavy as yours as he looks down at you with what can only be described as heart eyes. "I'm going to knot you so many times, puppy."

‧｡ANIMALS𖦹°‧

[floralcavern]

The difference between male wish fulfillment vs female wish fulfillment in romance anime

There’s kind of a different gaze that can be targeted to in romance anime. 

In male wish fulfillment anime romances, there’s usually a much heavier emphasis on the male love interest’s pov than the female’s. Also, women tend to be much more.. objectified and there’s an unnecessary amount of fan service. An example of this is Rent a Girlfriend and Don’t Toy With Me Miss Nagatoro. It’s more about the male lead being hit on by.. really horny women than actual romance.

However, in female wish fulfillment anime, it tends to be more told from the female’s perspective. The way the male love interest tends to be written is to make him emotional and aware and.. kind, rather than objectifying him or even making them horny, because women.. we don’t really want to be lusted after like that, typically. We’re already objectified enough. My favorite example is Kimi Ni Todoke: From Me To You. Kazehaya admits he’s a ‘pervert’ but in a respectful way. The writer doesn’t make him fully pure or naive or anything like that. He’s still a teen boy. But in this series, the male character is written to be sweet, emotional, and aware but he’s not stripped away from his inherent masculinity (nontoxic masculinity!). Not just.. a guy, if that makes any sense. Meanwhile, in male wish fulfillment anime, the women are just women, rather than characters. Again, I hope this makes sense!

Now, I’m not saying all romance anime that’s written from the female’s perspective is the best! I think MY Love Story!! is a good example of this! The main character is a male and he’s a genuine, total sweetheart while still having a sense of masculinity! And the female character isn’t objectified! And I would even say even say that this show could be considered a male wish fulfillment romance, based on how it’s written.

And then there’s shows for both, like Kaguya Sama: Love is War. In this show, the two love interests have complete equal power in focus, making them feel completely balanced and real. Neither are objectified and both get treated like humans. Same with The Apothecary Diaries, if not more so!

Anyways, sorry for this ramble. I just really like (well written) romance anime. And I will leave off with a list of romance anime recommendations!

•Kimi Ni Todoke: From Me To You (adorable, fluffy, amazing character development, doesn’t beat around the bush the entire fucking series. Half of the manga is pining and the other half is the complexities of being in your first ever relationship as you try to navigate it all)

•Snow White With The Red Hair (amazing female lead with cool world building and interesting dynamics)

•MY Love Story!! (SO CUTE! Amazing show about not judging appearances)

•My Happy Marriage (Really wholesome Cinderella type story)

•Kaguya Sama: Love Is War (hilarious. I actually recommend the dub. Genuinely really sweet)

•Sasaki To Miyano (so sweet it’ll give you cavities)

•Tomo Chan Is A Girl (there is sadly quite a bit of fanservice in this. I’ve seen way worse, but ya. If you’re wanting something to watch with your parents, this may not be it. Mostly just close ups on boobs)

•Monthly Girls Nozaki (romcom that leans really heavy on the comedy more than the romance, but I love it too much to not recommend. Watch it in the dub, you won’t regret it)

•Fruits Basket (Really sweet)

•Toilet Bound Hanako (THE MANGA! READ THE MANGA! DON’T LET THE TITLE WEIRD YOU OUT, I SWEAR IT IS INCREDIBLE! READ!)

•Komi Can’t Communicate (I would, however, like to apologize for Yamai ahead of time. The entire fandom hates her, don’t worry. There’s also quite a bit of fan service in this one 😔)

•Toradora (haven’t seen it in a while, but it’s a classic lol)

•Horimiya (Another romance anime that doesn’t beat around the bush!)

•The Ice Guy And His Cool Female Colleague (SO. CUTE. AGHHHH. Despite it being ice themed, it certainly makes me feel warm and fuzzy)

•Love, Chuunibyou, and Other Delusions (so silly, amazing story about maturity while also keeping your inner child alive)

•I Want To Eat Your Pancreas (be sure to bring tissues! You will cry!)

•Kamisama Kiss (I really like the characters and world building in this one. Sadly, we’ll probably never get another season 😔)

•Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop (SUCH A CUTE MOVIE! Amazing feel good romance that just makes you happy)

•My Little Monster (not my usual first recommendation, but it’s an overall fun watch… still so desperately want another season. False hope lol)

•Ouran High School Host Club (an absolute classic romcom. Another situation where I actually recommend the dub)

•Apothecary Diaries (AGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! …full stop. I love this show.)

•Princess Tutu (I LOVE THIS STORYBOOK SETTING! And Ahiru is so silly. She’s just a duck, she can’t handle all these responsibilities!)

[purinbunnii]

“Good morning, Mrs. Gojo.”

⸻

The first morning as husband and wife began with a thud.

“Who the hell puts a laundry basket there?” Gojo’s groggy voice echoed through the hallway.

You groaned, not bothering to open your eyes. “You did, yesterday, when you said—and I quote—‘this is strategic placement, babe, trust me.’”

There was a pause. Then: “Okay, but past-me was clearly a moron. Newlywed immunity?”

You chuckled into your pillow, finally rolling onto your back to squint at the sunlight bleeding through the blinds. The bed still smelled like your body lotion and a faint whiff of Gojo’s cologne—woodsy and fresh, clinging to the sheets and your skin. You were already too soft for him.

He padded in barefoot, hair sticking out in five directions, one sock on. He looked like a sleep-deprived anime character—ironic, given the sheer perfection he usually walked around with.

Gojo squinted at you, then dramatically flopped onto the bed, burying his face in your stomach. “You smell too good. It’s offensive.”

You carded your fingers through his snow-white hair. “I showered last night. You should try it.”

“I was going to, but then someone seduced me with marriage vows and fuzzy pajamas.”

“Those pajamas have cats on them.”

“Exactly. Irresistible.” He lifted his head to grin at you. “Morning, Mrs. Gojo.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that—Mrs. Gojo. It sounded ridiculous. It sounded like magic.

You grinned back. “Morning, Mr. Gojo. What’s for breakfast?”

He gasped. “What, I have to cook? Isn’t there a honeymoon clause where you feed me grapes in bed for the first month?”

You sat up, poking his cheek. “If you want grapes, go to the store. Also, there’s no clause. I read the fine print.”

“Ugh. The betrayal. The treachery. The hunger!” He rolled over and reached blindly for his phone. “Fine. Pancakes it is. But only because I love you.”

“You can’t cook pancakes.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.”

“You almost set the toaster on fire last week.”

He stood dramatically, shirtless and undeterred. “That was a toaster’s fault. Today, we fight fate.”

You watched his retreating back, all lean muscle and chaos, and called after him, “Please don’t fight fate with the stove!”

He waved you off and yelled from the kitchen, “This is the sound of a domestic king rising!”

And twenty minutes later, there were slightly-burned pancakes on a plate, topped with strawberries he cut himself and arranged like a smiley face.

You sat cross-legged on the kitchen stool while he stood behind you, chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

“They’re ugly, but they taste okay,” he mumbled.

You giggled, mouth full of sweet syrup and warm batter. “Just like you.”

He groaned. “Ouch. I let you take my last name for this?”

“I earned it. I endured your wedding vows. You quoted Beyoncé.”

“That was romantic!”

“It was a karaoke version of ‘Crazy in Love.’”

“Exactly! A love anthem for the ages.”

You turned to face him, nose brushing his. His eyes softened, no teasing now—just quiet affection, filling the space between you like sunlight.

“You’re a disaster,” you whispered.

“And you married me.” He kissed you, syrup-sweet and lingering. “Guess you’re stuck now, huh?”

You melted into him, fingers curling into his shirt. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The house was quiet. Not in a lonely way, but in a “we live here now” kind of way.

Soft jazz played from your phone speaker, mixing with the sound of simmering pasta sauce and the occasional clink of cutlery. You stood at the stove, lazily stirring the pot, wearing one of Gojo’s t-shirts that hung off your shoulder and barely covered your thighs. He hadn’t stopped staring since you walked out of the bedroom in it.

“Hey.” His voice broke through the kitchen’s cozy hush. “You know how people say domestic life is boring?”

You glanced over your shoulder. Gojo was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, smirking in that effortlessly cocky way that made you want to kiss him and flick his forehead at the same time.

“Yeah?” you said.

“They’re wrong. You cooking in my clothes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen me shirtless in mirrors a lot.”

You rolled your eyes and threw a wooden spoon at him. He caught it with one hand and kissed the handle. “Satoru,” you warned.

“What? I’m appreciating my wife.”

“My very tired wife. Who worked all day and is still cooking dinner because you tried to make garlic bread in the microwave.”

“I thought it would be faster!”

You laughed—soft and easy, the kind of laugh that only came out with him. He crossed the space between you, arms sliding around your waist from behind.

His lips brushed your temple. “Let’s just order takeout next time.”

You hummed, leaning back into him. “Only if you pick something that isn’t sushi again. You always forget the wasabi.”

He gasped. “The slander in this home!” Then he added, quietly, against your neck: “But I’ll remember next time.”

Dinner turned out edible. You ate on the couch, legs tangled, your plate resting on Gojo’s thigh while his head was tilted back, mouth open dramatically.

“Tell me this isn’t peak romance,” he said between bites.

You grinned. “You’ve got sauce on your chin.”

He turned to you, lips puckered. “Clean it for me?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and sweet. “There. Better?”

He looked dazed. “I forgot what we were talking about.”

Later, dishes done (by him, as penance), the two of you lay curled up in bed. The windows were cracked open, letting in the sound of cicadas and the smell of summer. His hand rested on your stomach, thumb stroking slow circles.

“Hey.” His voice was barely a whisper now, breath warm against your ear. “I know we joke a lot, but…”

You turned toward him, curious. His expression had softened, his eyes shining even in the dark.

“This,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle down your cheek. “You and me, like this. It’s everything I never thought I deserved.”

Your throat tightened, heart stuttering with the weight of his words.

You kissed him gently—once, twice—then buried your face in his chest. “Well. Too bad. You’re stuck with me.”

He smiled against your hair. “Good. I was planning on staying the night forever anyway.”

And in the hush of your shared room, limbs tangled under soft blankets, you both knew: this was home.

————

The morning sun streamed through sheer curtains, painting gold across the floorboards and your bare feet. You blinked awake slowly, the kind of wake-up that only happens on Sundays—no alarm, no rush, no makeup, just the weight of a warm blanket and the man snoring softly beside you.

You turned your head.

Satoru Gojo was half-sprawled on his stomach, mouth open, hair defying gravity even in sleep. One of his long legs had somehow kicked all the covers to your side. His cheek was squished against the pillow, and he was absolutely drooling.

You grinned. “So majestic,” you whispered.

He cracked one eye open. “Mmm. I heard that, wife.”

You leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose. “How unfortunate.”

Gojo groaned and pulled you down beside him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “Let’s never get out of bed. We live here now. Bed people.”

“Tempting, but someone promised me pancakes.”

He groaned louder. “Why do I open my mouth.”

“Because you like to flirt, exaggerate, and make promises you can’t keep,” you said sweetly. “Also, you said it twice. In writing.” You gestured to the napkin taped to your nightstand that read in his handwriting: “Sunday Pancakes, I swear on my six-pack. Love, Husband.”

Satoru looked betrayed. “That was a romantic gesture!”

“That was a contract,” you said, already slipping out from under the covers. “Come on, Chef Gojo. Let’s see what you got.”

—

Thirty minutes later, your kitchen smelled like heaven and chaos.

Gojo was wearing an apron with a cat on it that said ‘I knead you’. His hair was tied up in the worst man-bun you’d ever seen, and there was flour on his cheek.

You were seated on the counter, one leg swinging, sipping lukewarm coffee and watching him flip pancakes like his life depended on it.

“Tell me the truth,” he said, flipping another onto the stack. “You only married me for my mediocre cooking skills.”

You held up your hand and made a small gesture with your fingers. “Mmm. Fifty percent.”

“And the other fifty?”

You tilted your head. “The way you look in this apron. Obviously.”

He grinned and crossed the room, sliding between your legs and resting his hands on your thighs. “Well, I knead you too, kitten.”

You groaned. “Why are you like this?”

He leaned in, voice low and warm, “Because it makes you smile like that.”

You melted. It wasn’t fair—how easily he could unravel you with something soft and simple.

“I love you,” you murmured, pressing your forehead to his.

“I know.” His thumbs stroked lazy circles on your legs. “You married me, remember?”

The pancakes were a little overcooked. The coffee was a little cold. He forgot the syrup.

But you ate together anyway, toes touching under the table, his foot trailing up your ankle. He stole bites off your plate. You stole kisses between chews. The crossword lay unfinished beside your mugs, a few random guesses scribbled in Gojo’s handwriting.

And when he looked at you with that stupidly tender smile, all soft lashes and sleepy love, you realized:

This was the good part.

Not the wedding. Not the honeymoon.

This. Burnt pancakes, bed hair, newspaper smudges on your fingers, and him—your husband—dancing with you barefoot in the kitchen when your favorite song came on.

Just life. Sweet, stupid, perfect life.

[teruel-a-witch]

on this fine saturday evening i'm emotional over how gentle and loving steve mcgarrett turned out to be, despite of how he was raised. like we literally know canonically his dad only told him 'i love you' before his untimely death and his mom isn't the warm and fuzzy type either, yet steve tells the people he loves them easily and often, his sister, his aunt, grace, and of course, danny, he says 'i love you' freely and without shame.

he comforts people and holds them oh-so-gently, he cries when children are hurt, he smushes his face tenderly into fuzzy animals and babies, no one taught him how to be gentle and loving, in fact he was taught to be an emotionless killing machine, yet he feels so deeply and loves so selflessly, he has the biggest softest bleeding heart, which danny is the first to see and love him for it. that's why i love you, babe.

[puddinpuppi]

Things that help me feel small:

Having things in another language! This especially helps because I'm trying to relearn korean! I love like.. struggling(?) to read cuz it makes me feel very very small >.< and !! now i'm getting better at reading and (slightly) understanding korean !! :3

Using my non-dominant hand! Using my non-dominant hand to do things makes me feel extra tiny! Things like writing, brushing my teeth, or even eating can all be tasks with the "wrong" hand! It makes me feel like i'm learning how to do things ^o^ !!

Watching kids shows while cuddling stuffies! We love to have movie nights together! Hugging stuffies close to my chest makes me feel nice and comfy! And I know that they'll be there to protect me if anything goes bad just lets me really be small.

Babbling! Especially with my paci >.< ! This one makes me feel really really small. I babble to my stuffies or my porcelain dolls and bam... i am baby...

Coloring! I love coloring and drawing when i'm small! Coloring especially makes me feel tiny cuz i don't have to think about much except what color I want things to be! And who doesn't like pretty colors ! I loveeee looking at colors and certain color combos (especially primary) make me feel so small!

Talking to my CG/Babysitter! Especially when they comfort me when i'm scared! I don't have to be scared alone and my mama can make alll my fears go away!

Playing games! Games like Roblox, Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and now, Cookie Run Kingdom! Even MLP games or Toca Boca! Just depends on how small I'm feeling in the end :3 !

Being all bundled up! Being nestled up in blankets and surrounded by stuffed animals makes me feel all warm on the inside and outside! Only in the winter tho >.<

Playing outside! We have this inflatable slide + pool and a slip and slide! And sometimes I go to the park :3 going on swings and sliding on slides and my brain goes alllll fuzzy. I love nature so going on walks on trails is soooo nice :3

Snacks and Juice! Eating things like baby puffs, chips, and small sandwiches paired with juice is perfect for tiny me :) Sometimes i even water down my juice and that not only saves me money, it help me feel even smaller!

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Everyone's regression looks different! please remember that! Your regression does not have to look like this! This is what positively affects my regression !

[bamfkeeper]

Thanks to what you write I have developed an ill-advised affection for little blue elves, they are too cute not to love! I absolutely blame you for my newfound love for blue babies, buddy.

I was thinking, we don't have much bamfs content and I like when they write Kurt as a father. So, killing two birds with one stone, I wanted to ask a little about how bamfs would act when faced with a pregnancy, if it's not a bother. I think those little blue ones would be very helpful or try to be, they're pretty <3

Totally understandable, those blue babies are adorable <3 I've written a lot of pregnancy stuff lately and have a handful of requests for the topic still, so I'll just add some hcs here for you💙

warnings: f!reader, pregnancy topics

The bamfs would be so curious, like little animals. How dogs and cats can sense pregnancy and are curious about bellies, they'd be the same. They'd come close and let their tiny hands touch your belly, blinking with wide eyes.

I can see a bamf sleeping on your belly too, curled up and wanting to keep your belly warm with their small fuzzy body. They like listening to your baby in there, seeking out to comfort it.

They would do their best to be helpful too, fetching you water or teleporting snacks to you. They don't know the complications of dieting or anything, so they learn what to bring you upon request.

They display protective behavior too. Those videos about dogs/cats growling at the father or other family members trying to touch the pregnant belly? Yeah. Imagine that but Kurt and the bamfs.

Showering is exhausting, imagine a bamf sitting on your shoulders and scrubbing shampoo in your hair so you don't have to lift your arms.

Bamfs 100% knead too. It feels so nice on those sore muscles you have.

I think they'd be just as concerned about you as Kurt, and they'd be so relieved when you come home with the baby. They'd peek over the carrier to try to get a look at your baby, their yellow eyes blinking as they look at the bundle wrapped in blankets.

They'd be so careful and tender. Even during your recovery, they would be gentle with you and careful not to hurt you if they jumped up on the couch/bed to be beside you.

Kurt is relieved, the bamfs are treating you so well and he couldn't be happier. It also gives him the chance to leave you for groceries or to do chores that you can't, since he knows the bamfs will get you what you need.

💙

*BAMF*

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox.

With love and big tits, Rose.

13: Ready or Not...?

wc: 1000+

It was starting to weigh down on me. Hayden kept giving more clues when talking about his ‘cheating ex girlfriend,’ dropping previous brands I’d worked with, small details that were littered all throughout a quick scan of my social media. People knew. And they were livid. 

“This is so fucking stupid,” I spit, tossing my phone on the couch as I rub my hands over my face. The afternoon sun peeking through the window of Matt’s living room is bothersome, a glare of brightness burning into my face as I readjust again. 

Matt was still in the shower. Nick and Chris sat with me, their jaws dropping as they did some digging on their own phones. Posts, tweets, videos…I was sick of seeing my face attached to such bullshit. 

He cheated too. 

“Can you like…sue for deaf animation of some shit?” Chris says. 

Before I can even think to correct his wording, Nick lets out a deep sigh, disappointed with his tone as he starts to speak, “-defamation, Chris. Not fuckin’ deaf animation.” 

I want to crack a smile at the mishap, but I can’t find it in myself to do anything but stare at the post on my phone. A picture of us that had somehow been spread across the media, one that definitely confirmed we had some sort of relationship. And I knew people were nosy, but how the fuck did they find all this shit? 

Today was supposed to be for relaxing. Matt told me nothing except that I needed to be at his house by noon, but I didn’t even have to do that. Not when I kept spending the night. 

“Hey, you ready?” 

My mouth waters as I look over, seeing Matt shuffling a hand through his damp hair. Part of me thought that once the ‘forbidden’ aspect of our relationship faltered that some of the spark would fade, but I only wanted him more. 

Especially now that I could think freely. And recently, I’d love living in my daydreams, seeing his face, letting myself imagine what more would look like with him. 

Nodding, I get up and shut off my phone without a second thought. 

Those people’s opinions never brought me these types of feelings. No one typing their thumbs on a screen could ever make my stomach feel so fuzzy. 

So, why should I even care? 

___

Music plays through the car with a low volume. The scenery through the windows had passed for a while at this point, miles upon miles passing by in my peripherals. 

I didn’t mind the long drive, it felt good to sit in such a soft silence. We didn’t need to talk. There was no pressure to fill the air with repetitive words, not when we could both just sink into the calmness of each other’s company.

“Where are you even taking me?” I ask. 

Matt shrugs, looking over to me with a small, reassuring smile. An immediate warmth spreads from his touch as his hand lands on my thigh. That’s new. 

“Well,” he says, his fingers gently grasping my thigh, “-I was gonna drive us up to that one viewpoint. I got all the stuff in the trunk, we can just… hangout. Just us.” 

Just us. I really liked the sound of that. My hand floats over top of his, hesitating before I caress over his knuckles. “I like that idea,” I smile. 

Matt gives my thigh another squeeze, quickly glancing over to me as he pulls off on the side of the road, “Good. We’re here.” 

Before I even have the chance to react, Matt puts the car in park, clicking the release mechanism for my seatbelt. The strap slides off my body. I look over, seeing his eyes gazing into mine with uncertainty hidden behind the familiar pale blue. 

“I was, uh,” he slowly pulls his own seatbelt off, his eyes never leaving mine, “-was gonna pop the trunk and…’’ 

His words falter to silence. I lean slightly over the console, pushing myself towards him and smirking as his eyes widen. “And?” I urge. 

The comfortable air has shifted into something tense, but not in a bad way. In fact, it feels really good - really, really good. 

Matt’s lips smack together. He swallows hard, clearing his throat as he shifts his gaze to his lap. “I…stop lookin’ at me like that,” he sighs beneath his breath, the tone of his voice making some sort of pride swell in my chest as I relax back into the seat. 

“Hm, my bad,” I hum. 

Matt clicks his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “Hold on a sec,” he mutters, climbing out of the car, popping open the trunk and starting to shuffle around. The slight movement and audible noises make my mind race. What is he doing? What’s he planning? 

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as he abruptly opens my door. He looks down at me with an apologetic smile, grasping my hand gently as he helps me out of the car. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… I’m excited for you to see this.” 

Curiosity looms over my shoulder as I follow his footsteps, his hand squeezing mine as we come to a halt just before the trunk of the car comes into view. 

“Okay, I just - don’t judge me. I mean, I don’t think you will, actually, I kinda doubt you will since you’ve never really done that before and you… I guess you just… well,” he rambles, his face furrowing as he looks around aimlessly, “- not like any sort of bad thing but I,”

“Hey,” I cut off, bringing my free hand to ruffle his hair, petting down his arm for reassurance, “-you don’t worry so much, it’s just me. It’s just us,” I remind. 

The statement seems to give him some comfort. Matt sighs, nodding as he tugs me even closer behind him. My stomach is swirling with anticipation, the glint of excitement in his eyes twinkling as he mutters one soft word; 

“Ready?”

A/N: OH SHIT I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T!!!! (ily im sorry matt sturniolo taught me everything i know about edging, blame him.) Anyhow - any interation is appretiated! LMK UR THOTS!!!

[celli-ohs]

i'll wait here tomorrow (teaser)

pairing: choi soobin x reader

genre: collegeau!, parenthoodau!, angst, nsfw, fluff

previous: and then i'll leave without a trace

synopsis: from the moment you two made eye contact he hasn't been the same. it's like you've got him completely under your spell, not that he was complaining. when he wants to be more than a stranger in your bed you push him further away. choi soobin has what it takes to be your lover and more, he's sure of it. but after all he's done for you, was it worth all the pain and frustration?

warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, intoxication, foul language, stds and other sexual diseases, depression, postpartum depression, parenting struggles, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex while inebriated, sex while pregnant, oral sex (m&f receiving), and breeding kink

note: omg here's the long awaited teaser for part 2!! this is for me to create a taglist, so please comment/reply to be added when the full length gets released! happy reading!

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There’s something that makes Soobin’s stomach flip as he watches you make yourself comfortable in his childhood room. 

You’re fresh from the shower, drying your hair with your towel as you wear an old large pair of sweats and a long sleeve. Both of them were his. 

“You might want to hurry if you want hot water,” You warn him, standing in front of his mirror. “The water was getting a little cold as I finished.”

Soobin hates cold showers with a passion, but he doesn’t mind suffering from them if it means he gets to see you like this.

So instead of hurrying to the bathroom, he pats the empty space beside him on his old bed for you to sit. You don’t hesitate to plop down next to him, letting him take the towel from your hands as Soobin begins to gently dry your hair for you. 

With your back to him, he thinks your eyes are closed, enjoying the quiet serene moment. That is until you speak up.

“So,” You hum. “When were you going to tell me you have a furry fetish?”

Soobin drops the towel. “What?!”

You raise your hand and point across the room. On his wall was a hung poster of his favorite girl group Kara, the members all posing as each one of them is wearing a variant of animal ears and fuzzy matching gloves.

Soobin physically spins you around to face him, you give him a teasing grin. “I don’t- It’s a poster! I got it for free when I was a kid, leave me alone!” He complains as you begin to laugh. 

As he pouts, you stand to hang your wet towel on his old desk chair. “I’m just joking with you, I know,” You chuckle and stand between sulky Soobin’s legs to pull him into a hug. He gratefully does so, resting his head atop your tummy. You run a hand through his hair, the other one rubs small circles into his back.

Soobin closes his eyes and sighs. He loved being close with you like this, a fantasy he wishes he could live in forever.

“Your nephew’s really cute,” You say, but it’s so quiet it’s practically a whisper.

Soobin hums in agreement, eyes still closed as he listens intently to the sounds of your womb and growing son. “He’s funny too, kept poking my belly earlier.” You giggle. He feels the baby kick as you laugh. 

There’s a new unique sense of comfort and familiarity as you cradle him. 

Soobin cracks his eyes open, taking in the scene: the room he grew up in, lit by the dull yellowing light of his lamp. The quiet hum of the A/C unit blowing warm air throughout the house. Your soft skin and the gentle smell of your santal body wash. It all seems too good to be true.

Your right hand moves from his hand down to cup his chin. You gently guide him to face you, peering up at you like a curious puppy. And to him you’re an angel heaven sent.

“Come on, go shower so we can go to bed.” You say delicately, sweeping his bangs out of his eyes.

Soobin frowns, but stands up anyways. He often forgets how much taller he is compared to you. He doesn’t exactly keep a record of it. But he towers over you, your head tilted up to look at him curiously.

His hand comes up to caress your cheek and he leans down to kiss you.

It’s unlike any other kiss you two have shared, where sex is usually involved and made of raw lust. This kiss was innocent, full of endearment and vulnerability. A simple kiss to convey his true feelings.

You kiss him back with the same vehemence and Soobin feels hopeful.

[thewitchblue]

"How did you never notice I was flirting with you?"

You asked Tim with a laugh. You were remembering the time you finally managed to snag Tim's romantic interest. He sheepishly replied,

“You are very hard to read."

You shook your head with a smile on your face. For one of the greatest detectives on the planet? You'd think he would have gotten the hint. You had been so amused at his obliviousness that you started a game to see how far you can push it until Tim finally gets the hint. The day that broke him was a rather memorable one.

It was a warm, sunny day. You were both at an arcade, winning far too many prizes as you both cheated the obviously busted system. You were walking by a ring toss game when suddenly a stuffed animal caught your attention. You pulled Tim's shirt and pointed before saying confidently,

"Oh, look, love! I'm so winning this bear."

You (fake) tried, tried, and tried, and— Tim decided to step in. He won the teddy bear and handed it to you with a blush that rivals his Red Robin costume. You hugged the bear before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Tim's noise of surprise was swallowed by your lips. He had no idea what to do. Do friends kiss like this? He has weird superhero friends with trauma involving touch and affection, but you are... well, you. His best friend, who he's revealed his soul to.

You took his hand and tugged him into a secluded corner. You have begun to think you will have to have sex with him before he gets the hint. His thoughts were jumbled, and his head was fuzzy.

Why are you still kissing him? The bear surely isn't worth this much of a reaction. You tangled your fingers through his hair and lightly tugged on the messy strands. You let out a pleased hum when he gasped softly.

He was a blushing mess with no idea what to do. Where does he put his hands? He settled to place them around your waist. He whimpered when you sucked his bottom lip lightly and softly bit it.

You pulled away from him with a smirk. He looked like he didn't know what to do or what was really happening between you both. You took a moment to admire his bruised lips smugly. You did that. Maybe Tim will finally get a clue.

Tim knew his lips were bruised, and there would be a storm waiting for him at home, but he couldn't find himself to care past his dazed state.

You pushed yourself into his strong embrace with a teasing grin. His arms seemed to subconsciously pull you closer, but they were slack in shock. His thoughts were scrambled.

You chuckled at his dazed expression. His hands seem to move on their own as he pawed at your hips helplessly. He wants another kiss, but his brain is still processing the first one. It wasn't the first time you kissed him, but it was the first time you kissed him this intensely. You had kissed him like the world was ending, and he was your last solace on the planet.

You obliged his desire to be kissed again happily. You kissed him lazily this time. He needed to process the situation, but his body seemed to need your lips on his own to process anything. He shuddered as you held him in your steady embrace. He felt like he was falling apart and being remoulded.

He chased your lips when you pulled away with a small whine falling from his lips. You giggled at him. He was drunk on your lips. You somehow found your voice as you said,

"Thanks, my love. I think it's time we go home."

Tim gulped. Go home? With you? The one who just kissed the soul out of him? You're going to kill him. He sucked in a deep breath.

"Sunshine, we're going to have to talk about that kiss."

You smiled. Finally! Your game might be ending! It only took making out with him at a circus of all places.

Present day, Tim groaned into your neck as you cuddled with him on the living room couch in the manor.

"It was two years ago, sunshine."

You smirked. You remember the week it took for the bruising on their lips to go away. Dick was on your case about safe sex, which you had to pretend you didn't just have sex less than five hours before the talk.

Tim was mortified the whole time. Condoms aren't nearly as complicated as people make them out to be. Why must he bring out the banana? Where did he even get the banana? The kitchen doesn't have any.

Tim was a blushing mess. The lecture lasted at least an hour, and he even gave out homework like he had it prepared for this day. He wished you weren't laughing at his reactions.

The family cheered on your relationship happily regardless of the... unconventional way you got together. Jason had said,

"Finally! I was worried I was going to walk in on king clueless fucking his 'best friend.'"

Jason fake gagged while Steph elbowed his ribs. You laughed and dragged Tim closer to you.

"It took at least four months of me shamelessly flirting to win him over."

Tim pouted until you gave him an apology kiss. Your kisses always made his head fuzzy. You could make him do anything with kisses. Literally anything. He wouldn't hesitate either. He'd be so dazed that he wouldn't even notice.

You laughed when he picked you up to cuddle you in his room. He needs his cuddling time.

"So needy, my love."

You murmured in his ear. He blushed at the seductive tone you took and barely hid a whine. You kissed him slowly as he struggled to open the door.

Jason whacked the back of his head as he passed by but opened the door for the struggling Tim with an eye roll and a dramatic sigh.

Yeah, yeah, get your disgusting cuddling session going. He shuts the door behind the now kissing couple far too aggressively for Tim's liking, but who really cares? He has you in his arms, and that's all that matters.

[tinyshyteacup]

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Part 9

Words of Command - Part 10

The Tower’s kitchen was quiet. Too early for Tony’s coffee rants. Too late for the cleaning bots to hum in.

Pale light stretched across the counter, catching on polished appliances and filtered through gentle clouds outside.

You were at the stove, standing on your tiptoes as you reached for a jar of cinnamon—hair a little messy, sleeves rolled up, fuzzy socks and cotton pajamas. A domestic sort of peace surrounded you.

Bucky was at the table.

His metal fingers were drumming quietly on the table beside his journal. You’d noticed he did that when he was thinking too hard.

You turned and smiled, the soft kind that crinkled your eyes.

“Soldat, Pancakes?” you offered sweetly, tilting your head.

He blinked at you.

Nodded.

“…Yes. Please.”

Still so formal.

Still clipped.

But each day was a step closer to human now.

Progress.

You turned back to the stovetop. He watched you in silence for a long time.

Then—

“Doll.”

You glanced over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

His brow was furrowed, like something was… there. Just out of reach.

“I knew a man once,” he murmured. “He was small. Not like you. Small in his… body. But loud.”

Your heart stopped mid-stir. You didn’t move.

“Loud how?” you asked gently.

Soldat looked down at his hand—his flesh one. He flexed it slowly, then stared at the palm.

“He yelled at people who were bigger...Got punched a lot.”

A beat.

“I didn’t like that. Watching him get hurt. I think… I stopped him.”

You turned, spatula in hand. “What was his name?”

He blinked at you. His jaw twitched. Frustration darkened his eyes like clouds gathering behind glass.

"Don’t know.”

Then quieter. Broken.

“Can’t remember.”

You stepped around the counter, moved slowly—like you were approaching a frightened animal—and sat across from him.

“That’s okay,” you said. “You won't remember everything at once.”

His breathing was shallow. Something deep in his chest trembled.

Bucky’s eyes snapped to yours again. Wild. Frightened.

“I forgot him,” he rasped. “I forgot him and I killed for them. They burned him out of me.”

He slammed his metal fist onto the table. It didn’t break, but the sound of it made you flinch.

“Doll.” His voice was sharp, panicked now. “You won’t—You won’t take that memory too, right? You won’t wipe it?”

You shook your head instantly, heart cracking.

“No. Never. I swear... we talked about that, no ones going to do that again.”

He was shaking. His breath caught in a sharp inhale, then broke in a sound like he wanted to cry but wouldn’t let himself.

You reached across the table and gently placed your hand over his flesh one.

“You remembered someone, Soldat,” you whispered. “That’s yours. It’s real. No ones taking that from you.”

“I remembered something,” he said quietly, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I don’t… know why.”

You held your breath.

“He was fragile... sick, asthmatic, I think. He… wore ... stuff ... too big for him. Coughed a lot.”

Your heart thudded.

He stared past you now, gaze distant but alive with flickering memory. “Everyone used to push him around. I’d show up, and they’d stop.”

A pause.

“I… liked when they stopped.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. Your silence made room for the memory to breathe.

Bucky frowned deeper, hands flexing like they could dig the name out of muscle memory.

“He would talk too much. About books. War bonds. Bullies.” A hitch in his voice. “He was my…friend ... maybe?”

He trailed off. Face twisted in frustration. “why don’t I know this.”

He curled forward, elbows on knees, metal hand resting against his temple as if trying to hold the thought in place.

His shoulders shook faintly—not crying. Not yet. But caught in the storm before it.

You reached out, gently setting your hand on his flesh forearm. He didn’t flinch.

His head turned toward you, eyes wide and confused, dark with the effort of remembering.

“Why can’t I remember his name?” he rasped. “I see his face. I see… how small he was. But I don’t know who he is.”

You kept your hand on him, soft pressure—constant and grounding.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, this is progress” you whispered.

He blinked down at you, studying your face.

“You remind me of him,” he murmured. “You’re small. Stand up for people... Not afraid of me.”

You gave a tiny smile, even as your heart squeezed tight.

He didn’t say Steve’s name. That puzzle piece wasn’t in place yet.

But something inside him had stirred.

A memory of loyalty. Of friendship. Of protecting someone not because he was ordered to—but because he chose to.

And in the space beside him now, as you sat quietly with your hand still on his arm, he saw that same loyalty mirrored back.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, he whispered—

“I miss him.”

Then, almost too soft to hear:

“I think he’d like you too, Doll.”

The sun had risen higher now, pouring buttery light over the metal and glass surfaces of Stark Tower.

You stood by the sleek kitchen island, absentmindedly turning a spoon in your tea. Across the room, Soldat was now lying on the couch, half-curled, notebook tucked against his chest like a shield.

He had drifted to sleep mid-sentence, ink still fresh on his fingers.

His breathing was steady. Peaceful.

You waited. Until you were sure.

Then you glanced over your shoulder and tiptoed into the hallway.

You found Steve in the library alcove Tony never used, tucked into a nook with one of his sketchbooks and a mug of black coffee. He looked up when he saw you, instantly alert. Protective, in that Captain Rogers way.

“He okay?” Steve asked softly, nodding toward the common room.

You nodded, lips pressed together. Then, after a moment

“He remembered someone.”

Steve's brows furrowed. “Who?”

“He said… a small guy. Frail. Wore sweaters that were too big. Talked too much. Got picked on.”

Steve’s entire posture shifted. He straightened slowly, coffee forgotten. His eyes locked on yours, widening—not with fear, but hope.

“He doesn’t know your name,” you whispered. “He doesn’t know who it was. Just that… it mattered.”

Silence pooled between you, charged and delicate.

“Steve,” you said gently. “Do you have any photos? From… before. Before the war ?.”

He blinked, taken aback. His hand tightened around the mug.

“I think he remembers you,” you added. “But not the man you are ... now.”

Steve exhaled like he’d been holding that breath for years.

“I kept a few,” he said finally, his voice low. “Most people don’t recognize me in them. Guess that’s the point.”

You offered a soft smile. “might be worth a shot.”

He turned away for a moment, jaw clenching. “He used to look out for me. Before I ever picked up a shield. Before anyone thought I could fight.”

You nodded. “Now it’s our turn.”

Steve looked at you again, this time with a mix of admiration and sorrow.

“You’re doing good, y’know,” he murmured. “He listens to you. It’s not just orders. He trusts you.”

You swallowed, eyes dropping. “I don’t know why.”

“Because you see him,” Steve said simply. “Even when he doesn’t see himself.”

You blinked back the sudden emotion and nodded.

“I think… if he saw that picture,” you said, voice almost a whisper, “it might help him start piecing it together.”

Steve moved to the cabinet tucked beneath the far wall. He opened a locked drawer, hesitated, then pulled out a worn, faded envelope. You caught the tremble in his hand before he passed it to you.

The photo was old. A sepia-toned print of Steve—pre-serum—standing outside a tenement in Brooklyn. He looked tired. Smaller than you’d ever seen him.

But proud.

Brave.

Still very much Captain Rogers.

You pressed your fingers lightly to the paper.

“I think he's remembering this ... Steve,” you murmured.

Steve’s expression cracked just slightly. “That’s when we were just… two dumb kids in brooklyn.”

You tucked the photo into your sweater pocket. Steve didn’t stop you.

The couch was sun-warmed now, one arm of it dipped with Soldat’s weight. He sat slouched back against the cushions, legs spread carelessly, like he didn’t yet understand comfort—but was beginning to allow it.

He wore one of his new hoodies, sleeves pushed up to mid-forearm. The left one sat awkward over the metal, but he hadn’t taken it off.

Your footsteps were light—bare feet against the cool flooring. You had the photo in both hands, carefully framed between your thumbs.

“Doll,” he said, voice low and immediate.

His expression changed as soon as he saw your face. Alert. A flicker of instinct, gaze darting over you for injury.

Always checking.

Always protecting.

Programmed.

“I need to show you something,” you said softly, kneeling beside the couch.

“Can I?”

He gave a sharp nod. Immediate.

Obedient.

But his brows knit just slightly—as if he was trying to understand why your voice made his chest tighten.

You reached up, careful, and placed the photo on the coffee table in front of him. Then you slowly turned it so it faced him.

A breath.

Then another.

Silence.

Soldat leaned forward slowly, elbows on his knees, gloved fingers hovering over the image like he was afraid to touch it.

His jaw clenched. Eyes scanned it once. Then again. Again.

“That’s him,” he said suddenly. The words came out in a rasp.

You looked up. “The one you remembered?”

He nodded, once. Then again, slower. “Too small. Always… coughing.” A pause. His voice dropped to a whisper. “He kept ... newspapers.”

Your breath caught in your chest.

“I used to…” He trailed off. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Used to bring him soup when he was sick. Tell him stories. About stars and war and how one day I’d fight the bullies with him.”

You didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Just listened.

Like you always did.

“He used to paint… little models. Soldiers. Couldn’t hold the brush steady.” A pause. “Said he wanted to be one. Even if he wasn’t strong enough.”

Bucky blinked hard, then dropped his head into his metal hand. His shoulders began to shake. But it wasn’t rage.

It was grief.

“He had no chance. But he kept tryin’ to enlist. I remember…” His voice cracked. “He had to look up at me.”

His hands fisted against his knees.

“And I forgot him, Doll. I forgot him. They ripped him out of me.”

You moved closer, resting a small hand over his. You didn’t try to pull him out of it—you just anchored him there. With you. Now.

“You didn’t forget him,” you said gently. “You remembered him without even knowing who he was. That means he’s still part of you.”

His fingers curled slowly into yours. Stiff but warm.

Broken and healing.

Soldat’s head lifted slightly, eyes wet but locked on yours. “Is he gone ?.”

“No, he's just different now” you choose your words carefully, stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. "and so are you.”

You sat beside him on the couch, legs tucked underneath you, reading gently through the first page he'd wanted to share.

He kept glancing at you, as if to make sure your reaction hadn’t changed—that your voice would still be soft.

That you still looked at him the way you always did, like he was worth something.

That was when the door creaked open.

A shadow shifted in the hallway, hesitating.

Steve stepped inside slowly, his hands raised slightly—not as a threat, but in a quiet plea not to shatter the fragile peace.

His eyes were red at the corners.

He’d been listening.

You knew it.

Bucky knew it too.

“Hey,” Steve said quietly, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… I heard you remembering.”

Immediately, Bucky’s posture changed.

His spine went rigid. His jaw clenched tight, glancing only briefly at you, waiting.

“Doll,” he said lowly, eyes back on Steve, “confirm—threat or non-threat?”

It shattered Steve’s heart in one blow.

Your voice was calm, deliberate. “He’s not a threat, Soldat. He’s… safe.”

Bucky nodded once. His body relaxed slightly, but the metal arm stayed tense, elbow resting on his knee, fingers coiled like a spring.

You leaned forward slightly. “Do you want to talk to him? You remembered him, didn’t you?”

“I remembered a boy,” Bucky said. His eyes narrowed at Steve’s much larger frame. “Not this person.”

Steve swallowed hard. “That’s okay. Guess im a little taller now.”

Bucky stared.

Then blinked.

His lips moved around something—some buried shape of a memory he couldn’t quite form. His gaze flicked back and forth between Steve’s eyes and his jawline.

“You had a look,” Bucky said slowly. “Eyes too big. Kept getting knocked down.”

Steve laughed quietly, a pained sort of breath. “Still happens sometimes.”

Bucky’s brow twitched, uncertain.

“I used to find you in alley's,” he added.

“You did,” Steve murmured.

Bucky didn’t smile. But his posture shifted again—less like a soldier at rest, more like a man slowly thawing.

You scooted forward just a little, hand resting lightly on Bucky’s forearm. “Do you want me to go ?”

“No,” he said immediately, without hesitation. “Stay, Doll.”

Steve’s eyes flicked to yours, grateful and aching all at once. “He trusts you,” he whispered.

You nodded. “I think he’s starting to remember you.”

Steve took a step closer. Not too much. Just enough to be seen.

“Bucky,” he said quietly. “I used to call you that. Do you remember it?”

A pause.

Bucky’s eyes flicked upward again, as though searching some fogged-over mirror in his mind.

“I don’t… remember that,” he admitted stiffly.

Steve gave a small nod.