#MY BAD IT WAS COOKIE WHO ASKED FOR THE HUG

[bowtiepasta]

TWO - IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE

they’re co-hosts. fans beg them to “just kiss already.” they’re doing a whole lot more than that—and no one has a clue.

18+, minors do not interact. afab!reader, mature language, drinking, otoya is still a jerk, reader wears a dress, mentions of sex, karasu is freaked tf out, smau elements (texts) word counter: 394

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You lock your phone and stare at the table for a beat, reflection smeared against the screen. Those breakroom donuts were good, but somewhere in your frontal lobe, something is surely short-circuiting.

“Kinda figured it’d be Otoya,” Anri brings the coffee mug up to her mouth, hisses when it burns her tongue. “Aren’t you into the sort of douche-y types?”

Your mouth parts, but she’s already moved on.

“By the way, did you RSVP for the sponsor mixer? They want a headcount by noon.”

Right. The mixer.

It’s on the station’s shared Google Calendar, the one connected to your work email, in a purple bubble that reads ‘BIG BAD BBQ, 6PM - MIDNIGHT-ish’

You mutter something noncommittal.

Later, you spot Karasu’s name on the carpool sign-up board in the lobby—neatly printed, circled, underlined. Almost as if he wants someone to know he’s going. Not you, obviously. But… someone.

An hour after, HR sends the guest list in a reply-all by accident. Otoya’s name is third from the top.

Well?

♫ ♫ ♫

“Everyone! Gather ‘round! You have to meet the real star of tonight!”

Otoya staggers into view, one arm slinging haphazardly around your shoulders. His breath carries a sweet, unmistakable hint of too much sake.

“Look at her.” he slurs, grinning wide at you. “Just reminding you all—this gorgeous girl right here? Yeah, she’s mine tonight.”

You stiffen but manage a tight smile, trying to keep your cool as a few heads turn your way.

Karasu stands a little off to the side, hands shoved in his pockets, usual blue sweatshirt swapped for a sleek black button-up that hugs his frame better than anything he’s ever worn at work. You’ve only caught glimpses of him like this before—moments stolen after that night in his car.

Otoya, having taken a rare step back from being the usual thorn in your side, has suddenly snapped back into character tonight. “Don’t get too comfortable, Karasu—this lady’s got options.”

He feigns a wince when Karasu glares over, pretending to be ashamed but really is quite pleased.

“She might be keeping your seat warm too.”

romy’s note: otoya being the scapegoat in this series sawrrrrrry eita kissers i’ll make it up to you one of these days…

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[zhelin-thames]

The Realms React To: The Batkids Trying to Babysit De-Aged Danny

(aka “This Child Has More Power Than God and Knows It”)

Bruce: He’s two. How bad could it be?

Alfred: Master Wayne, he levitated the salt shaker and tried to crown himself “Snack King of Gotham.”

Dick: That’s adorable. I love him. He’s mine now.

Barbara: I left the room for three minutes and he hacked my comms with a crayon drawing.

Tim: I blinked and he disappeared. I blinked. There was eye contact.

Jason: He looked me dead in the eyes, called me “Angry Boom Boom Man,” and then turned intangible through a locked fridge.

Steph: I tried to distract him with a stuffed animal and he bit it and said, “This is my child now.”

Cass: He high-fived me, then phased through the floor while giggling. I’m both proud and terrified.

Duke: He used his glowing green eyes to convince a Roomba to follow him like a tiny mechanical minion. It keeps bringing him juice boxes. I don’t own juice boxes.

Damian: He looked me in the face, summoned a ghost snake, and asked, “Do you bite?” I said yes. He gave the snake my sword and said, “Good. Protect me from him.” I’ve never been so betrayed.

Danny (age 2, wearing a towel like a cape, floating): “I am Phantom, ruler of snacks and cartoons. Fear me.”

Jason: I gave him a toy gun. He turned it into an ectoplasmic cannon. I’m not mad, I’m impressed.

Dick: He just phased into the laundry basket and declared it his throne. That’s a bold leadership move.

Tim: We tried to put him down for a nap. He astral projected and started reorganizing our security protocols. While asleep.

Barbara: He reset my firewalls using finger paint.

Steph: He found my glitter stash. Everything he touches sparkles. I’m still sparkling. I haven’t touched him in two hours.

Cass: He threw a Cheerio at Damian and said, “This is your battle token. Win for my honor.” Damian accepted it.

Damian: I have never been so loyal to a warlord. I will kill for him.

Bruce: He’s two.

Danny (holding Alfred’s ancient cane like a scepter): “I’m older than you.”

Alfred (smiling fondly): He’s not wrong, Master Wayne.

Jason: He called me “Uncle Shoot Bang.” I’ve never felt so seen.

Duke: He asked if the sun sleeps. When I said no, he frowned and whispered, “I will fix that.”

Dick: I taught him how to do a somersault. He teleported halfway through it and said, “Shortcut.” My back hurts from laughing.

Tim: He made eye contact and the lights flickered. That’s not normal.

Barbara: I asked if he wanted a bedtime story. He summoned a ghost librarian who told me to use a better tone.

Cass: He hugged me. I felt peace. Then he made the couch float just a little. Just enough to flex.

Danny (cheerfully, riding the Roomba into the living room like a war chariot): “BEHOLD. I RISE.”

Everyone:

Everyone: beholding

Bruce: …So we’re keeping him, right?

Jason: Obviously.

Damian: He’s our tiny war general now.

Alfred: I’ll make extra cookies.

Danny (covered in stickers, glowing faintly): “I’m baby.”

Lights flicker. The Realms rumble approvingly.

[suiana]

fellas, have you ever wondered if a man could ever be as adorable and cute as a baby kitten? well now you can experience and love on in real life! suiana presents to you innocent! yandere and smitten reader ❤️

your very own innocent boy who doesn't even know what NNN or OF means. his instagram feed is full of baking and and clothing ideas, he goes out to help stray animals, and he goes on daily walks to the park to reconnect with nature. he has no idea what a skibidi toilet is, brain completely nourished with the books he borrows from the library. yeah, this guy smells like bread and cookies too btw, he does lots of baking. and cooking. have i mentioned he's completely skilled in the kitchen? yeah, he is.

by some stroke of luck, you meet him one day and... look, he's just the cutest thing ever! i mean, he's fashionable, smells good, and was even defending a stray dog from being bullied by some kids. so you ask him out on a date, but the second you ask him the question you swear you could just die on the spot... because tell me why his entire face is red and he's genuinely so happy??? all smiley faced and blushing like a tomato???

oh it's his first time getting asked out and he's flustered??? he's never been approached by anyone before??? he thinks you're really attractive and he would like to go out on a date too??? oh my god guys, he's even asking if you're comfortable with him rambling like this and not trying to get too close without your consent😭

anyway the two of you go out on a date and you think you just might marry him on the spot with how much of a gentleman he's being??? INSISTING on paying for your meal, respecting your distance and being genuinely curious about you on a deeper level. no mention of hooking up, being casual fwb or anything like that. he's... actually looking for a serious relationship unlike your previous partners? holy shit? so you asked him his thoughts on cheating and some other stuff...

"so what are your thoughts on cheating?"

"cheating?"

"yeah, like when you get with someone else when you're dating."

"isn't that illegal?"

HELLO??? he thinks cheating is ILLEGAL??? you had to spend the rest of your date trying not to cry or hug him because he ended up finding out some devastating news.

"yes... cheating is illegal unfortunately."

"I don't know why. it should be illegal, that is a very bad thing to do 😦 do people actually cheat? really? no way."

UGRHGRGR you two end up dating and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. cute date nights, reassurance that you're perfect and enough, handmade gifts and deep talks into the night that deepen your bond together... the only problem is just that maybe he's a little too sweet.

he's constantly buying you gifts, telling you how much he appreciates you and just... being the perfect boyfriend? the perfect clingy boyfriend.

at first you found it cute. but...

why is he so in love with you? why is he so nice? you don't know what to do with a man as sweet as him and can only give into his seemingly harmful actions. you used to think that he had an ulterior motive but... you don't know whether you're being deceived or not. why would you? he's not being manipulative. how could he ever be manipulative? he's just a sweet and nice green flag!

asking you to always be with him? that's just a romantic thing everyone else says. chasing away any people who shows the slightest bit of interest, even if it's not confirmed to be romantic? what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't do that? asking for your location if you ever try to go out without him? silly lover, why would you worry him like that?

no no, he's not being possessive. okay, maybe he is. it's just a tiny bit though! surely you're fine with that. after all, he's still treating you like the royalty that you are. he should be allowed some grace for his unwillingness to share.

you're not sure whether or not he's truly innocent or not. was he even innocent to begin with? maybe, maybe not. perhaps it was all just an act...

but you shouldn't think that. why would you think badly of your boyfriend who's only ever been sweet to you? even during fights, he doesn't raise his voice and actively listens to you, trying to resolve the issue. he could never want to hurt you.

after all, he's your innocent boyfriend that you're smitten with, right?

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

pt.1* next

—synopsis. mandy invites you to hangout with some of her friends. christmas vlog vid

notes 🫧: guys i need hamzah bad

— 🐞

you sighed with content as you finally landed on an outfit you liked. it was a plain long sleeve with a pair of loose dark wash jeans, you weren’t sure what everyone else would be wearing so you picked something simple.

your phone buzzed, mandy asking if you were on your way to her house. you sent her a voice message as you threw on your coat and grabbed your keys along with your purse and phone.

mandy had invited you over to hang out with her, martin, and hamzah and his friends, who you knew from 4freakshow.

you'd never met chase and claire before, but you've hung out with martin and hamzah a few times with mandy.

you met her when she was in nursing school, becoming friends after a few awkward encounters. she introduced you to martin and after a while you met hamzah, in person at least, since the two of you already followed each other.

you parked your car outside their house and adjusted your lip gloss in the rearview. you were a little nervous for some reason. maybe it was the fact that you were late, maybe it was the new people you were meeting, or maybe it was the vlog.

you have your own youtube channel but being apart of other people's videos always made you feel a little awkward.

you texted mandy that you arrived and headed for the front door, martin opening it before you could knock.

"someone's a little late" martin joked as he let you inside. "oh my god i forgot you guys went bald. that was a freaking jumpscare." you teased.

mandy came up to give you a hug "i know, they look insane. i did not approve." she said  before you were introduced to chase and claire. chase walked up with the camera, focused on you. "hi youtube" you stuck out your tongue.

"now that y/n is finally here, the trio outfit is complete." claire handed you a set of pajamas, matching the ones her and mandy had on. you grinned and complimented the set before hamzah came out from the back hallway.

"oh hey, didn't know you got here already" he dapped you up. "boi yes you did, literally went to the bathroom to fix his hair" claire teased. "oh wait..." chase joined in, making you laugh.

"i don't know why he's got this freaking tuque on anyways. embrace the bald dude, embrace the skin." martin pulled his beanie down and rubbed hamzah's bald head, urging hamzah to push him away.

"yo! he just fucking sniffed me" hamzah laughed, grabbing his beanie from his hand. "we're just cucking the viewers i guess" martin said, leaving everyone just staring at him awkwardly.

"yeah anyways, y/n you could go change in my room" mandy told you. "heh, just be careful what you find in there" martin leaned into a shrug. "dude stop" hamzah flicked his hand over martin's head.

once you were changed, chase made you do a twirl for the camera and you posed before tripping out.

"so how come y/n gets a pajama set, but you said no to me?" martin asked mandy. "cause she's one of the girls and you're not a girl"

"plus nobody told you to wear them freak ass leggings boi" hamzah teased him and you laughed. he looked over at you, taking in the fact that he made you laugh.

hamzah always thought you were really pretty and cool, even back when you first followed each other during the 4freakshow days. you didn't even have a youtube channel back then, only posting random tiktoks he thought were funny.

"alright y'all let's get to baking, i'm hungry" chase said behind the camera before flipping it towards him.

you stood next to hamzah as claire pulled up the recipe on her tiktok and her, mandy, and chase got started on measuring things out.

“you can’t just do it willy nilly style brah, measure it” you told martin as he began pouring sugar into the mix. “sometimes you have to live life on the edge, y/n” martin scoffed.

as you continued baking the cookies, you realized how glad you were that you decided to come. martin and hamzah were always a hoot but you really liked claire and chase too.

“noo it was my legs and he said ‘you’re scratching your ass’” claire defended herself from chase and hamzah’s teasing. “girl no i was right behind you”

“we’re having booty cookies” “we got fucking booty flavor” you and hamzah joked at the same time, causing you to crack up and slap his arm.

you took your hand off, not expecting his bicep to be so strong. he nudged you with his elbow, still laughing.

“so, are you actually gonna help bake, y/n?” chase playfully raised his eyebrow. “right, standing here doing nothing” hamzah added. “oh bitch says you, who’s actually done nothing. mr. nonchalant baldhead.” you joked, grabbing the camera from chase and putting it in hamzah’s face.

“boi get outta here boi” he laughed.

while the cookies baked, you guys moved on to putting up the christmas tree. you sat down with chase and claire and began unfolding the branches of the tree. hamzah followed suit, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

rudy walked up to hamzah, who grabbed him with one hand under his belly and placed him in his lap. “awww rudy, who’s a cutie cootie coo. ah poochy poochy poo” you reached over hamzah’s leg to pet the dog.

you scratched behind his ear, unknowing of hamzah staring at you while you did it. “alright let’s put in some freaking work guys” claire said and hamzah lifted rudy into the couch behind him.

“why do you literally manhandle everything that comes your way?” you teased. “like in the video where you’re flinging around fish” hamzah just chuckled in response.

“wait chase, i like your leggings” claire said from behind the camera. “what these aren’t leggings?”

“i’m just saying i’ve never seen a boy wear leggings, it’s a compliment”

“they’re not leggings, they’re thermals! they’re long johns..long johns?” martin retorted, displaying his leg out in front of the other. “you’re wearing fucking leggings”

you and hamzah stifled your laughs in the corner as they continued and martin teared up, walking off with the camera as a bit. “claire you actually made him cry” you giggled.

you felt hamzah lean himself closer to you, taking advantage of the laughing fit everyone was in.

after a while, the cookies were done as you finished decorating the tree, adding a little christmas bunny along with everyone else’s personalized ornaments.

you turned around to hamzah manspreading on the couch, trying to ignore your thoughts about how sexy it was and followed everyone else into the kitchen.

you all iced the cookies before doing a taste test, “boi crumbl cookie could neverrrr” you joked, as the cookies actually turned out bad. “this shit is way too sweet oh my god” hamzah said, spitting his into the trash. “ew dude have some manners” martin scolded him.

once mandy ended the vlog, you all lounged around her living room until you got a emergency text from your roommate.

“bruh, my roommate messed up something with our dryer. i have to go” you frowned. “awww noooo” chase frowned with you. “it was really nice meeting you” he said. “yeah, you’re funny as fuck” claire added. “oh i love you” you hugged her before getting your coat off the rack.

“im so glad you actually came” mandy said. “well thanks for inviting me” you playfully stuck out your tongue. “i’ll see you next time we hang out in like four to six weeks” you said, sarcastically. “ugh tell me about it” she smiled as you dapped martin.

hamzah came out from the bathroom, “you’re leaving?” he asked. “yeah my roommate needs help” you pressed your lips together. “oh…..it was cool seeing you though” he dapped you up, pulling you into a small hug. “you too” you smiled, holding his hand a little longer before your phone buzzed again.

“anyways merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! byeeeee” you closed the door behind you and head for your car.

lvryn

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user yall saw the way they were so close to each other this video

user love your whole life 😍

— 🐞

[yjhzies]

“Favourite.” — Choi Seungcheol

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot . cute

⋆ pairings : dad!seungcheol x f!reader ⋆ warning : none! (let me know if there is ^^) ⋆ wc : 0.5k [✉️] · What could be worse than not being his own little babygirl's favourite? According to Seungcheol.

⋆ - note : yes I'm back after like one month<3.... BUT THIS IS THE FIRST DAD FIC IVE WRITTEN ^^ hope you enjoy it!

"Why? don't you like daddy?"

"No, no!"

You heard your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of your husband and daughter having a lighthearted argument. You slightly open the door and peek inside.

"What's going on?" As you ask, Seungcheol turns to face you with a pouty and sulky expression on his face.

He sat on the floor, holding your daughter in his lap while she played with her father's hair.

"Baby..." Seungcheol, your husband and the father of the little girl in his arms, pouted. You couldn't really make out who was the little kid here. The man, or the actual child?

You chuckle as you approach them and take a seat on the floor next to them. "What's wrong?"

The little girl, who was too busy messing with his hair, could not care less about what was going on around her. He sighed and looked at the her. "Sweetheart, who do you think is better? me or mommy?"

"Mommy!" The little girl chirped, finally turning to face you. With a giggle, she pushed herself free from Cheol's grasp and climbed onto your lap.

"Awh, you think I'm better?" You coo, and your daughter nods as she hugs you. Meanwhile, the man next to you was frowning.

"Not fair..." he mumbled, and turned to face both of you.

"But I let you to play with my hair, sweetheart," Seungcheol said, taking his daughter's tiny hand in his. His grip was so gentle, as if he was holding a light feather. And it melted your heart slowly.

"But I like the cookies mommy makes!" With a frown on her face, the little girl spoke. Seungcheol scooted closer to you, and looked at her with pleading eyes. But he couldn't help the way his pout faded into a faint smile at the sight of his daughter adorable frown. "I can also learn to bake cookies for you, better ones!"

You scoff playfully, "Dad can't bake better cookies than me, alright?"

Seungcheol huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling on your side, his cheek squished against your shoulders.

"Now I got both of my girls against me," he sighed, shaking his head as he pouted.

"Too bad~" Your daughter cooed playfully, and Cheol gasped.

"Look, our daughter has learned to bully me now..."

You were enjoying the playful banter. You were enjoying Seungcheol's willingness to give up anything if it meant his daughter would choose him. You loved how soft he was for you and especially his daughter.

"Awh, look sweetheart, you made dad upset." You say, and the little girl, confused, glances between you and Cheol. She took her time processing what was going on in her tiny brain before reaching out to Seungcheol, who was burying his face in your shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm sorry..." She pouted and crawled into her father's lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and hugging him.

Seungcheol didn't know whether to scream from the cuteness aggression, or just cry. But he hugged her back. His grip firm but gentle. The little girl patted his back, and he smiled at you.

"I see, I'm no longer favourite. Neither you or your dad." You joke, smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter. Seungcheol moves closer to you, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"No, I have my two favourite girls. You and this little girl." He smiled, kissing the top of your head.

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH1

Sometimes, Mommy and Daddy don't see eye to eye with how they handle their little girl: you. After Mommy disciplines you for a clumsy mistake and its aftermath, Daddy comes to comfort you, and you show him just how thankful you are.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Dd/Md/lg dynamics, Daddy/Mommy kink. Age gap. Size difference. Pet names. Love triangle. Hurt/Comfort. Implied caning. Aftercare. Cock worship. Oral sex, deepthroating attempt. Hand job. Dry humping. Fluff. (More notes below the cut!)

WORDS: 7k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: Reader (we call her pumpkin) is in her 20s, Mommy and Daddy are in their early and late thirties. Everything's more or less consensual. There's a bit of backstory for Reader (who basically suffers from depression and anxiety), but other than that, she's pretty neutral (only attributes she has are: hair long enough to braid and female genitalia, and she's bisexual or at least bi-curious, and leans more to the submissive side of things). Also this may not be your typical little girl story as I'm not that much into ageplay, so this will be a wild mix of different elements of the Dd/lg dynamic with a good dose of Dom/sub, a bit of the Good cop/Bad cop trope (Daddy being the soft!Dom, while Mommy has a darker side), lots of F/F and F/M (and F/F/M) intimacies, and more. If you're open for anything, this may be a story for you! (READ THIS if you're curious/wondering about the tags I listed this under!)

🔷️ Chapter 1 🔷️ Chapter 2

You toss and turn in your bed, unable to find a comfortable position. Your butt hurts, as red and tight as it is, but you try to fight any new batch of tears that comes when you think back to how you got into this predicament. The worst part is the disappointment crashing through you, the anger at yourself, for not being a good girl.

Before you can fall deeper into your dark thoughts, your bedroom door opens. You stiffen, holding your breath, biting your lip as you listen intently. The door shuts again, before footsteps come closer. But as soon as the edge of your bed dips by someone sitting down, you turn around and pull the covers down, chewing on your bottom lip as you look up at the figure leaning over you, his big frame illuminated by the little night light on your bedside table.

“How's my baby girl?” His low voice immediately calms you, and you wriggle out from under your blanket to sit up and throw your arms around the tall man's neck. He catches you and holds you tightly, sighing deeply. “Mommy told me she had to discipline you today. She got you good, hm?”

You hum into his shoulder. “But I deserved it...” you mumble under your breath, clinging to him desperately, ignoring the sting of your bruised buttocks as you squirm on your knees.

“Yeah? What did you do?” he asks quietly, rubbing his large hand over your back.

“I... I made cookies,” you stammer, inhaling deeply, before the words just tumble out of you with haste. “But when I... when I wanted to pull them out of the oven, I tripped and dropped them and then... then... the tray fell onto the counter and... and smashed one of Mommy's herb pots. There was such a mess...”

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, squeezing you a little more. “That was just bad luck, wasn't it?”

“Yeah... I... I didn't mean to do that! You gotta believe me, Daddy!” you mumble, still holding onto him and hiding against his neck.

“I do, baby girl. But we gotta work on your clumsiness. You gotta be more careful, okay?”

You nod against him, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Say it.”

“I... I will be more careful. I promise,” you say quietly. “I never wanna see Mommy so angry again...”

A hum escapes him. “What did she give you?”

You squirm on your knees, rubbing against him to keep your butt from touching your heels. “Twenty hits...”

“With what?”

A shiver crashes through you. “The cane.”

“Oh sweetie, I'm sorry,” he tells you, hugging you tighter, one of his hands moving lower until he teases at your burning cheeks. “That sounds a bit excessive for a simple act of clumsiness. I guess I gotta talk to Mommy, hm?”

“No! It's okay, Daddy! Don't fight with her, please. I deserved it, it's okay. I took it like a big girl, she said so,” you say quickly, finally leaning back to look up at him, your hands kneading his wide shoulders. He gives you a warm smile, caressing the back of your head with the hand that's not palming at your ass.

“I'm sure you did, pumpkin. Can I see?” he then asks, tilting his head at you.

You bite your lip, but nod quickly. Climbing off his lap, you get off the bed and pull your oversized sleeping shirt over your head before you bend down, leaning on your hands, showing him your welted backside (it hurt too much to put on panties, so you just left them). He stands too and walks behind you, his hands moving along your hips before you feel his fingertips along the red lines covering your rear.

“She must have really loved that herb pot, huh?” he muses, and you flinch badly when he presses his palm against your left ass cheek, your blood thrumming just beneath the surface, warming even more under his touch. “This is too much,” he adds under his breath. “I'd given you five, max, and definitely not with the cane...”

He then grabs your waist and pulls you back up, slowly turning you around, watching you closely. “Did you clean up after yourself?”

You nod furiously. “Of course, Daddy. I cleaned the whole kitchen. I was sad about the cookies... I made them for you, you know, your favorite kind? But I had to throw them away because there was dirt all over them...”

Warmth floods his dark eyes, and he leans in to pull you against his chest. “You'll make another batch, don't worry,” he says soothingly.

You hug him tightly, pressing your whole body into his. “I'm sorry I wasted so much stuff. I guess that's also why Mommy was so furious... I did such a mess and nothing came out of it...”

“Stop,” he says sternly, leaning you back by your shoulders. His eyes bore into yours. You swallow thickly. “You received your punishment. It's done. You will not cry about spilled milk, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip. He raises an eyebrow, and you stop the nervous motion, pressing your lips together.

“What did you learn from this?”

“I... I should be more careful. I will not waste any food. I will ask for help if I can't do something on my own. I... I shouldn't get overwhelmed and make an even bigger mess...” you add in a breathy whisper. He nods to your words, a small smile playing around his lips.

You stare at him for a moment, mesmerized by his handsome face. There's a dimple on his cheek as the smile deepens, and creases in the corners of his eyes as he watches you. He's so pretty, you think as you feel a familiar tension settling in your lower stomach. I'm so lucky he's here for me.

“So you made me cookies, pumpkin?” he whispers as he crouches down in front of you, his hands rubbing along your arms until he grabs your hands and cradles them in his large palms. You nod, smiling shyly. “The ones with peanut butter?” You nod again, your smile growing bigger. He smirks at you. “The ones Mommy hates and can't eat?”

You freeze, your smile vanishing instantly. Your lips move to form a silent Oh. He leans in and brushes his lips to your forehead. “I... I forgot...” you mumble, feeling tears burn in your eyes.

“Might explain why she was so angry, hm?” he muses, shuffling closer until he can throw his arms around your shoulders and pull you against him. “Don't worry about it, baby girl, she'll calm down again. I'll talk to her. Maybe there was more afoot than meets the eye.”

You hug him back slowly, unable to hide the tears anymore as a quiet sob escapes you. He shushes you, rubbing your back. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I never meant to cause trouble...”

“I know you didn't, baby,” he says quietly. “You've been such a good girl for us, since the day you moved in. You adjusted so well. I'm really proud of you, you know?”

Another sob slips from your trembling lips, and you try to hide it by burying your face in his chest. He holds you tighter, a deep sigh ringing in your ears. “C-can you –” you start, your voice breaking mid-question.

“Hm?”

“Can you stay here tonight?” you ask quietly, your heart beating faster.

“Are you sure, pumpkin? Won't you be in pain?” he whispers, moving his hand along the back of your head, tangling his long fingers in your hair.

“It'll be better when you're here,” you reply, leaning against him. “But... but I understand if you... if you don't want to... or... or if Mommy asked first...”

“She didn't,” he says. “But I gotta talk to her first. We don't want to disrupt her punishment, right, darling? If I stay here, she might see that as a reward you don't deserve.”

“You... you could... you know...” you stammer, your cheeks burning up badly as you cling to him, your heart beating even faster as you try to word your wishes.

“What, baby girl? Use your words.”

“You... you don't have to be gentle with me, you know? You could punish me too. For... for not giving you the cookies I promised you...”

A laugh rings in your ears. “But you never promised me anything. I can't be mad if a surprise you planned didn't work out, can I? And you know, if you ask for punishment... that's not really punishment after all. Is it, pumpkin?”

“No,” you mutter, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. “I guess not...”

“Unless you want me to punish you for being too needy. Are you too needy, sweet girl?” he asks quietly, slowly letting go of you.

When you meet his gaze, your face is flushed, your stomach tense, that throb between your legs almost as bad as the stinging in your tight butt cheeks. “Maybe...” you press out, chewing on your lips.

His smile turns slightly more sinister at your reply. You watch him lick his lips, a motion that holds you captive for a moment, before he leans in and grabs your upper arms.

“Tell me why you're here,” he then says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You swallow, wet your suddenly dry lips. “B-because I... because I needed a Daddy... and a... Mommy... someone to tell me what to do... someone to help me... someone to be there for me... so I'm not alone...”

He listens closely, his hands tightening around your biceps. “And what did we want in return, baby girl?”

“Me... whenever you want... however you want...” you whisper, barely audible as you stare back at him, your mind already emptying as you repeat the words he drilled into you.

Letting go of your arms, he stands up again, towering over you as he nods slightly. “We gave you a home, you gave us your body. Is that a good deal, baby?”

You frown slightly, licking your lips. “Yes?” you whisper, not sure what he wants to hear from you.

His eyes narrow a little. Your mind is reeling as you watch him, before you fall to your knees in front of him, your hands holding onto the stiff fabric of his pants as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Yes, Daddy, it's a good deal. I wanna make you feel good because you make me feel good. I wanna be a good girl for you, and for Mommy, because you've been so good to me. I... I will not be needy, only when you want me to be.”

As you stumble over your words, his eyes move over your flushed face. He listens patiently, and by the end of your ramble, he's smiling down at you.

“Get up,” he says softly, holding out his large hand to you.

You grab it, or rather close your hand around his index finger as you pull yourself up. He's so tall and big, so strong, intimidating, and yet you feel safe just looking at him. His free hand finds your cheek, his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Listen up, kid,” he starts, and you nod, holding his gaze as you part your lips and let him put his digit on your tongue. “I will not spend the night with you. No, don't pout, listen. But I want you to come to us later tonight and give your Mommy a good time, okay? She'll appreciate it if you show a little initiative. And if you've been a good girl, I'll give you a reward too, how does that sound?”

You smile around his thumb in your mouth, nodding enthusiastically. He pulls it from between your tight lips and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, Daddy, I'll do that. I'll be your good girl. I'll give Mommy a good time,” you whisper hectically.

He gives you a soft pat to the cheek, before he takes a step back and looks you up and down for a moment, his eyes raking over your naked body. You've long overcome the embarrassment of being in the nude around him (or Mommy). It feels natural now.

“I really don't like it when Mommy is mad at you, pumpkin,” he says quietly, silently giving you a sign to turn around. You do, holding his gaze for as long as you can before you spin slowly and present your backside to him once more. “I had plans for tonight. But maybe I can still make them happen, hm?”

You feel him walking closer, his hands on your shoulders, his short fingernails scraping over your skin as they move down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His breath ghosts your shoulder blade as he crouches down behind you, causing you to shiver. You squeeze your thighs together and hold your breath, trying to show him how absolutely not needy you are. You probably fail miserably. He can always see right through you.

A sudden yelp escapes you when his hand comes into contact with your bruised ass cheek, a soft slap that brings the pain back under your skin. You whimper, trying to remain calm as you stand there for his inspection. “I really don't know why Mommy is so fixated on using the cane. I don't like seeing you like this, baby girl. Did she make you come while she did it?”

“No,” you breathe, your head spinning as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Hmm,” he hums darkly, his big hands gently cupping your glutes, giving them a subtle squeeze. “Do you want to come now?”

Your breath hitches, but you see through his question immediately. You weren't always that quick about it. “No, Daddy, I don't deserve it, I haven't been a good girl,” you reply quietly, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

He traces the throbbing lines on your ass, making you squirm against his touch. “Too bad,” he sighs, his fingers teasing between your cheeks, giving both of your holes a little prod that really makes you fight not to react. “Did she give you something to put on here?” he then asks, his hands moving down your legs now.

“No,” you whisper through clenched teeth. “She said it didn't look too bad, and the blows weren't that hard to begin with. And there was no blood...”

He sighs again, standing up, and before you know it, he turns you around, grabs your waist and flings you over his shoulder. You squeak in surprise, your hair falling over your head as you cling desperately to the back of his shirt. His large hand holding onto your calves, he carries you into your ensuite bathroom and rummages through the medicine cabinet above the sink.

“I swear, this woman has a scar kink,” he mutters darkly, more to himself, before he gives your thighs a gentle rub. “Nothing warrants permanent damage to your beautiful skin, pumpkin,” he tells you quietly as he moves out of the bathroom again.

He puts you down carefully, then sits down on the edge of your bed, patting his lap. You follow the hint quickly and drape yourself over his thighs, stomach pressing into his leg as you brace yourself. “But she said –”

“She definitely broke your skin a few times, baby, she wasn't perfectly honest with you. I really need to talk to her, this isn't acceptable. Hold still now,” he says, and you feel him fumbling with something before his hands move over your warm butt cheeks. At first it's cold, then it stings, and you suck in a sharp breath as you claw your hands into his pants, a little whimper escaping you.

He keeps rubbing whatever ointment he found onto your bruised skin, and once he's done, your head is spinning and a few tears have rolled down your cheeks. But you've endured, like the big girl you are. He pulls you onto your feet then, watching you closely before he wipes at your wet face.

“How about you get a good night's sleep now, hm, sweetheart?” he says softly, giving you a small smile as you scrunch your nose when he boops it playfully. “Let's push our plan to tomorrow. You can surprise Mommy then, okay? I'll help you make breakfast, and then you'll give her a good time. Remember, she is not a bad person, even if she has her weak moments. I'll find out what bugged her today, don't worry. Trust me, it was not your fault,” he adds, cupping your face to pull you closer to him.

You chew on your bottom lip, watching him. “But –”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. You freeze and blink at him, more tears burning in your eyes. “You dropped some cookies and smashed some plants, baby, that doesn't justify twenty cane hits. She was taking something out on you, and that's not right. Stop worrying now, okay, darling?”

You sniffle, nodding to his words. Moving one hand to your lower back, he nudges you closer until he can press his lips to your forehead. Your fingers twitch before you find the courage to grab the front of his shirt, leaning against him. “Are you mad at her?” you mumble as he pulls one arm around you.

“Well, maybe a little. But don't worry your pretty little head, sweetie, you know we have our ways of dealing with pent-up emotions.”

His reply sends a shiver down your spine. Oh you know that, you've heard it many times, how they deal with stress and anger. If you wouldn't get out-of-your-mind aroused by the noises coming from their shared bedroom, you'd be terrified by them. You remember watching them once, unintentionally, but they did leave the door open, and what you saw still haunts you in your dreams sometimes.

They can play rough with you too, but how they treat each other (when they think nobody is watching) is really something you don't want to experience first-hand, ever. It's brutal, but it does seem to calm them in the end. It's a strange dynamic, but you've known that since you moved in with them so many months ago.

Before you can think back to how it all started, you feel a big hand grabbing your chin, making you look up. You meet Daddy's dark eyes, the intensity in them making you squirm immediately as your core starts throbbing even more. You blink a few times, focusing back on him.

“How do you feel now, pumpkin?” he asks quietly, watching you closely.

“Better,” you whisper back, smiling shyly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

A smirk lets the corner of his mouth twitch. “You wanna show Daddy how thankful you are?”

Heat crashes into your face. Averting your eyes for a moment, you nod timidly, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “C-can you... uh... can you lie down for it, Daddy?” you ask barely audible, still not looking at him.

He considers your request. You know he prefers to have you on your knees in front of him, but since he knows about the pain in your butt, he seems to accept your words. Well, in his way. “Look at me,” he tells you. “Look at me and tell me what you want to do.”

You swallow hard, inhaling deeply, before you look at him, immediately mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes. “I... I want to show you... how thankful I am... by... by...” You bite your lip, frowning, fighting against voicing the things you have no problem doing, but putting them into words, saying them out loud, is still not easy for you.

“Come on, baby, use your words.” His voice is calm and comforting, never condescending, but you still feel a tight knot forming in your stomach.

You exhale loudly through your nose, blinking, your eyes flicking over his face. “I... I wanna showyouhowthankful Iambysuckin'yourcock,” you press out, your words fast and barely coherent.

The grip on your chin tightens, his thumb and forefinger pressing into your jaw. “Again, slower. No need to be ashamed, pumpkin. It's completely natural. Just say the words, I know you can do it.”

You swallow again, furrowing your eyebrows as you look at him. “I want to... no, I'd like to... suck your –” You inhale deeply. “– cock, Daddy, because... because I am really thankful that you are... here for me...” Your voice is still quiet, but you get the words out, and even though your cheeks burn up badly, you feel some sort of accomplishment when he nods and smiles at you.

“Good girl,” he praises and stands up, letting go of you, and you smile back shyly. “Alright, let me get comfortable then, hm?”

You watch him opening his belt, his long fingers moving lower to continue on the button and zipper with ease and confidence. He winks at you when he pushes his pants down his hips and steps out of them (his dark boxer briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide the obvious bulge), before he pulls his shirt over his head and sits down on the bed, scooting back to the headboard, his long legs stretched out. Tilting his head, he gives you a gentle nod, and you follow him immediately, crawling between his legs, trying to keep the pressure off the tight skin of your ass.

He crooks a finger at you, smiling wider, and before you focus on the task at hand, you clamber over him and bring your face to his. He grabs your chin and pulls you the rest of the way, pressing his lips firmly against yours, his eyes hooded but still as intense as he watches you. When he licks at the seam of your mouth, you open it and let his tongue in, quickly meeting it with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your eyelids flutter, as does your stomach, and the more you feel his warm mouth on yours, the calmer you get, ready to take on what lies ahead.

Not that you dread it. On the contrary. You meant it when you said you wanted to. Since you moved in with Mommy and Daddy, you've learned two very fool-proof ways of shutting your nagging mind off: one – by giving up complete control when either (or both) of them uses you, and two – by focusing all your energy on the pleasure of someone else. It's a strange thrill knowing that it was your mouth and hands (and body) that brought them to their peak. Seeing that relaxed expression, the bliss in their eyes, the little noises they issue, it's a joy in and of itself.

While you don't particularly care if you have a cock in your mouth or your tongue in a cunt, you do prefer hearing Daddy's noises. Mommy is never shy to scream it into the heavens when she is satisfied, Daddy usually keeps to himself, always focused on you (or Mommy), he would grunt and groan, sure, issuing sounds of effort when he'd fuck you (or Mommy) senseless, but when you give him head, when he relaxes into your ministrations, he really lets go, letting it all out, and hearing him moan while you work on his cock is the best thing ever.

The only thing that bugs you about this very special task that only you are allowed to perform on him (mainly because Mommy would probably bite off his dick instead of pleasuring him, she is rough like that), is that Daddy's cock is huge. In your eyes, anyway, maybe your mouth is also very small, but in comparison to the few dicks you've seen in the flesh in your life, he is definitely very well-endowed. And the problem with that is that you can't fit all of him into your mouth, or even down your throat, like you always try but are never able to.

Whenever you'd watch porn with him or Mommy, you find yourself getting envious of the women being able to deepthroat any cock they've encountered, mostly even without gagging, while you feel like you are dying when he is just bumping the back of your throat. You want to make him happy, because he makes you happy, but you've still failed many times. Though despite it all, you've kept going, learning to pleasure him with the means you are given, knowing it'd impress him all the same.

He's been so patient with you, letting you get accustomed with his cock, letting you try things out, soothing you when you thought you failed, encouraging you when you almost had it. It's the praise and the smell and feel and taste of his cock that makes you continue on your journey to become the best cocksucker this man has ever seen. And you'd bet that list is very long, and getting to the top surely feels like mastering a craft you have barely any experience in.

But he taught you to never give up, not just in sexual aspects, but in life. You owe him so much. It seems a small task to fight that gag reflex over and over again. And if you still manage to get him off and hear those sweet moans, it is all worth it anyway.

It's you who has to force yourself away from Daddy's lips and focus on what's waiting for you further below. He watches you as you brush your lips down his neck and over his collarbones, focusing on peppering small kisses on his pecs, relishing in the little shivers you cause by flicking your tongue around his nipples. You keep looking up at him from under your lashes, wanting to see all the small reactions, and when he shoots you a smile, one that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, you smile back shyly and keep kissing down his stomach.

It's always a pleasure to just explore his body like this, taking your time, letting him watch, and him letting you do whatever you want. The trust you developed in just a few months is remarkable. But he (and Mommy) have made it so easy for you to let go, to let things happen, to be bold enough to chase what you desire. It wasn't always easy to voice it, but sometimes actions spoke louder than words, and they both accepted that about you. (Mostly. Daddy still often trains you like he did earlier.)

Inhaling deeply, you finally focus fully on your self-proclaimed want, trying to shut out thoughts and memories, being in the moment. It's easy enough once you reach the trail of coarse hair vanishing under the soft fabric of his boxer briefs. There you linger a little longer, lips pressed to his warm skin, tingling under the scratch, his scent filling your nostrils. It's certainly a strange thing to admit, but one of your happy/safe places is indeed his crotch.

Months ago you were not even aware of having an oral fixation, but it quickly came to you how calm you became once you could suck on a thumb or had fingers in your mouth, or best case scenario could suckle on a cock for hours on end. It was mostly Daddy who gave you that peace of mind because it was so easy for you to let go with him, to let your guard down, to forget about the world.

It had been embarrassing at first, noticing your body's reactions (mostly how your saliva pooled on your tongue, how you literally started drooling as if you were a hungry dog), but now you embraced it. Licking your lips, trying to contain the need burning under your skin, you move your hands to hook your fingers around the waistband of his underwear, looking up once more before you're going to dive in. He gives you an encouraging nod, one of his arms bent behind his head, the other hand resting casually on his thigh.

Then you peel the last layer away, pushing his boxers down enough to let his cock spring free. An intimidating sight that couldn't be more intriguing to you. Your mind is already emptying, focused on the smell and feel and soon taste of him, your heart beating faster as your core throbs in anticipation. Your hands, so small, try to wrap around his shaft, picking him up. He's heavy in your grip, warm and already hardening.

You shift back on your knees, still aware of the burning skin on your rear, and lean down more to bring your lips to his tip. A few flicks of your tongue and he's already twitching into your hands, a deep inhale sounding from above. You smile against his cock as you press soft kisses along his shaft, moving your hands down to the base, one squeezing a little, the other pulling his underwear down more to get to his balls.

You give them a gentle massage, eager fingers digging into soft skin as you roll them in your palm (like stress balls, how Mommy once said when she taught you how to handle him correctly), while you continue to kiss and lick along his length, from the base all the way up to the tip. Bending over him, you focus your lips to the slit at the top, poking your tongue against it, giving it a little suck while your hands move back to push his tight skin up and down his hardened core.

His breathing gets a little louder, still no moans, but you'll get him there, and when you look up at him with your lips closed tightly around his tip, you see the focused look in his eyes, his holding-back face, and you smirk to yourself as you give him another suck and prod, watching the muscle in his jaw clench. As caring and easy-going as Daddy is with you, he is usually a serious man, hard working and intimidating, both in stature and demeanor, dominating in a way that silences the entire room, but when you have your mouth on him, that facade he tries to keep up is quickly crumbling.

And you revel in the power you have over this handsome, stoic man. You are his little girl after all, and that role quickly became exactly what you needed to be in life. It gave you strength and a purpose, knowing that he and Mommy both found comfort and peace in being with you, cuddling you, kissing you, fucking you. And it wasn't even that sexual in nature, not all the time, it was also freeing to let them dress you, brush your hair, to do what they told you.

It gave you time to explore yourself, what you wanted in life (beside being their little girl), and while you spend most of your time with them, in the few hours you are alone, you try out and explore as many hobbies as you can, the last one being baking, and while you failed today and paid the consequences, you usually quite enjoy it.

You hope Mommy's punishment won't affect your enjoyment, and you won't always have to expect pain whenever you make a mistake. Though you do wonder what made Mommy so mad. Daddy is probably right, there has to be more afoot.

You huff a deep breath against Daddy as you realize that your mind has wandered again. None of that. Stop it. Concentrate on him. This is for you to shut up that annoying brain of yours.

Blinking your eyes into focus, you let them wander up his torso. He looks at you, a bit of worry etched between his eyebrows. You feel his hand moving until his fingers brush against your hair, fingertips pressing softly into your scalp, both to comfort you and to push you a bit further onto his cock.

You take the hint and open your mouth a bit more, allowing more of him into it, while your hands move up and around his shaft, pulling and pushing his tight skin, feeling the thick veins throbbing against your palms. Your tongue licks around his tip, exploring the smooth mushroom shape and the ridges below, and when you angle your head a bit differently, you feel him pushing deeper, nudging right against the back of your throat.

Your stomach tenses, your breathing getting a bit more labored as you remember the last time you tried to shove him down your throat. You've been a sobbing mess covered in spit, terrified of choking on him. But you won't give up. And so you focus on swirling your tongue around what does fit into your mouth, lips tight around his warm skin, hands pumping and pumping the rest of him, and when you hollow your cheeks and suck, a twitch goes through his body, his hand tightening in your hair.

You keep going, encouraged by his reaction, starting to bob your head up and down until half of his cock is lathered in your saliva with a bit of drool running down your chin. Your fingers close around his shaft, giving him subtle squeezes, while your mouth is full of him. Instead of forcing him into spaces your body refuses to open to him, you turn your head and let him fill your cheeks, a pump left, a pump right, knowing he enjoys seeing the bulge of his cock under your skin (he especially enjoys the little bump in your stomach when he presses particularly deep or when Mommy tries one of her longer straps on you, literally rearranging your guts, and after being terrified of it the first few times, you've grown quite accustomed to seeing them deforming your body like that).

You keep nudging him into your cheek, sucking at the same time, your tongue pressed against his sensitive underside, and as you dare a look at him, you see him with his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling, lips parted, louder breaths slipping past them. “Just like that, pumpkin,” he rasps, his hand in your hair easing and tightening. “You're doing great.” He already sounds breathless, but it's not enough for you. You want to see him completely dissolve into pleasure.

So you bob faster, suck harder, squeeze him tighter. You even dare to prod him against the back of your throat again, your eyes watering at the sensation, your body shuddering, anticipating the worst, but you focus on seeing him so relaxed, that handsome man who trusts you so much, who lets go for you just as you let go for him.

Squeezing your eyes shut, ignoring the tears spilling past your lashes, you take a deep breath through your nose, forcing your tense muscles to ease up (which may sound counter-intuitive but somehow it works), and then, you lower your head, your hands tight around his shaft, holding him steady as you open your jaw and swallow him as much as you can. His tip slips past that point that usually makes you retch immediately, inch after inch, and you only convulse when he's really in there, so deep you can barely breathe, surprised and horrified at having his cock in your throat.

And then you gag, violently, your body jerking, and you pull back, spluttering, coughing, spit flying everywhere before you bury your flushed face in his thigh, trying to calm down. His hand eases down your nape.

“You okay down there, baby?” he whispers.

Your heaving breaths echo in your spinning head, and you feel shame flooding your body as more tears burn in your eyes. “S-sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, swallowing the excess spit, licking your soiled lips.

“It's fine, pumpkin,” you hear him say. “Don't stress about it. I told you you don't have to do that.”

“B-but I... I want to... I have to...” you whimper, cheek resting on his thigh, nose brushing against his cock still in your hands.

“You don't have to!”

You freeze, his harsher words ringing in your ears. “B-but...”

“Did Mommy tell you that?” he asks, and you feel him sitting up a little, his other hand finding your chin as he pulls you up again.

You look at him, vision blurry, your face wet, and when you try to wipe at it, he grabs your hand and puts it back around his cock before he wipes at your cheeks himself. “No, I just... I want to... everyone else can do it...” you murmur, averting your eyes.

“Everyone else? Who?”

“The... women in the videos...” you croak out, feeling even more embarrassed.

“Oh pumpkin,” he sighs, and you see him closing his eyes for a moment. “That is not everyone. Trust me, it's a rare gift to be able to deepthroat a cock. Don't believe for a second that every girl, every woman, hell, even every man out there would be able to do that. And if they can, it takes a lot of training to get to that point. You're not there, and you don't ever have to get there either! If Mommy told you –”

“She didn't!” you say quickly, biting your lip. “But she told me to watch... these videos... to get used to the idea of it...”

“Did she?” He exhales again, shakes his head. “Pumpkin, you are our little girl, not a porn actress we hired to perform some special tricks.” He shifts a bit more, spreading his legs to sit up and pull you up against him, his lips brushing against your temple. “Please keep your innocence, sweetheart. Don't force yourself to do things your body can't handle. It's okay not to be perfect. It's not a flaw!”

You lean into him, watching him as he talks, his words sinking in but you still feel as if you should be better, as if he expects more of you even though he says otherwise. His hand moves around your rear, brushing against the welts burned into your skin, reminding you of other things you're not good at. A few more tears spill from your eyes.

“Straddle my thigh, baby girl,” he then tells you, his gaze intense, dark.

You swallow, nodding as you blink the tears away. Shifting on the bed, you put one knee on either side of his leg (one of them nudging his groin), carefully sitting down on the bulk of his thigh. He grabs your hand and guides it back to his cock. You watch him move it up and down his shaft, curling your fist around his tip, his larger hand so big around yours.

It's almost an instinct to start grinding your bare crotch against his leg, slow little tilts of your hips, falling into the rhythm he sets with your hand. A familiar warmth settles low in your stomach, throbbing in your clit that catches on his skin with every backwards motion.

“Whatever you do, pumpkin,” he says softly, and you let his words sink in, spoken in that deep thrum of his voice that vibrates through your entire body, fueling the fire burning in your core. “I am proud of you. Because I know you are trying, you are trying harder than anyone I've ever met. You may not see it for yourself, but I can see the effort, the passion you put into everything you do. You are enough, baby girl, more than enough, you are my perfect little girl, our little girl, and yes, Mommy is proud of you too, even if she had a bad day today.

“You've come so far since you came to us, and you'll go even farther, I'm sure. So stop worrying, okay? You are so beautiful, so talented, so easy to be with. You make me incredibly happy,” he finishes softly, his hands moving up to cup your face as he pulls you towards him, your cunt still rubbing over his leg, your hand tight around his cock, moving seemingly on its own, as you focus on the soft expression in his eyes.

“Daddy,” you gasp.

He smiles, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. “I love you, pumpkin,” he breathes against you, his hands pulling you in until he captures your lips for a searing kiss. It's the combination of his words, the softness of them versus the demanding hold he has on you, the warmth of his body, the way his cock twitches in your hand, slick with his precum and your saliva, the heat burning in your core, your clit pulsing under the friction, and suddenly it all explodes into countless lights, like fireflies flickering at the edge of your vision.

You hiccup into his mouth when you come, body tensing before it relaxes into a wave of shudders, and he holds you, pulls you closer, his arm around you, his hand back on his cock, guiding yours, until he too shivers under the sensations crashing through him, one of those beautiful moans echoing in your ears. You hold each other as the waves of pleasure wash over you, your mind blissfully empty, except for one thing that slips from you like a little gasp as you break the kiss and lean your head against his shoulder.

“Love you too, Daddy.”

You've come a long way to be able to let go like this, to allow this man into your heart, to allow yourself to feel good. It isn't perfect yet, you still have a lot to learn, but compared to how it all started, how it has been before you met the most important people in your life (before Mommy and Daddy saved you), your life is nothing short of bliss now.

And you know it wasn't always like this...

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End notes: Hello and welcome to yet another little smut story of mine! Thank you for giving it a chance! We start with an established relationship, and the next chapter will show how they met. Stay tuned!

By the way: the header images (are of course only to set the mood and not to depict any characters mentioned) show if Daddy or Mommy (or both) are present in the chapter, blue for Daddy, pink for Mommy. (Mommy was mentioned here, so only a little bit of pink.)

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: We dive into Reader's backstory and how she became Mommy and Daddy's little girl.

Not interested in Reader's backstory? Skip to chapter 3 here!

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Hi !! May I ask for a Burning Spice cookie x Innocent wife reader please ?? Not abuse or manipulation, just Fluff please...

burning spice cookie x innocent wife reader

note: how am I supposed to write fluff with this cookie man? i can say i try my best, it might be a little bit ooc because this man cookie is something...

warning: nothing just pure fluff, he's protective tho.

burning spice cookie treasure your innocence, he's so fond of the way you view the world, so pure and innocent, how did a cookie like you get with him in the first place?

you're two different cookies, he's the destruction and you're the peace, he's the storm and you're the soft clouds, he's the giant waves and you're the calm sea

burning spice cookie loves that about you, and he'll do everything in his power to protect your innocence, he doesn't care what he has to do, he'll never let you lose your innocence.

as his wife he'll protect you at all cost, no matter if it is him who's protecting you or one of his cookies, he'll always order nutmeg tiger cookie to watch over you when he can't.

he's keeping you away from the other beasts cookie, nope he can risk it with them.

he stops yelling or doing anything horrible when you're around, he'll even treat cookies better if you tell him to. he'll continue what he was doing when you get awa

If anyone disrespect you in any way behind your back.. oh god he's not staying for long, but burning spice won't even bother, he'll just send nutmeg cookie to do the job.

as if someone says anything in your face? yea i don't think they'll dare to... burning spice is always with you, so one wrong look and they will crumble.

and oh if someone hurt you? yea i think we don't need to get into details we saw what happened to golden cheese.

he always tries to control his temperature around you not like he could ever get mad at you but whenever he's in a bad mood he runs straight to you, after all it just needs one smile from you and he's all calm.

he can listen to you talk and sing non stop without getting bored, he could never get bored of the sight of you or of your angelic voice , he can listen to them forever.

he's not very good with words so he'll try to show his love through actions, whenever it's buying gifts, or spending time with you, or just physical touchs.

if you're sad about anything he'll do everything to make you happy, he'll tell jokes or even tell you about his stories without mentioning him torturing cookies ,or just let you hug him. he'll even ask shadow milk cookie yes he found out about you but burning spice threatens him not to say a word for help but we know he's an ass and won't really help

even tho he's a ruthless beast, he'll use soft pet names for you like "sweetheart" "angel" and those fluffy stuff

you call him "my burning fire" or "honey" which makes him so weak against you.

as busy as he is, he'll spend every second he has with you, he just want to be beside you, no matter what.

did i mention he's protective? after all, he doesn't wanna lose you too.

note: this was hard... this cookie is everything but gentle but i guess here you have it! another cookie run request done now i need to write something else or I'll get bored of it...

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 Hide & Seek.

Post prison Reid x Reporter!reader

part two

Summary: The night with your boyfriend is going perfectly, and you couldn't be happier, until he receives an unexpected call telling him that information about an important case has been leaked to the press, and many doubts about you appear.

Words: 2,5k.

Warnings & Tags: mentions of crime. fem!reader. established relationship. angst WITHOUT a happy ending. mistrust and lack of communication. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: Again I apologize in advance for this, but I love exploring Spencer's character and his changes. It's so funny to know that the one from the first seasons would never do this but I love him anyway.

Your smile couldn't have been bigger at that moment.

After several weeks of work and no time to see your boyfriend or send him more than two text messages, you finally find yourself humming cheesy love songs next to him and hugging him whenever you want. You had only been in his apartment for a few hours after the universe and all the stars had aligned so that neither of you had to work that night and you could have your long-awaited quality time together. It was certainly much needed for both of you and could be a bit of a celebration for finally getting a raise.

The sweet smell of the candles you both had placed on the table mixed with the ingredients on the countertop, creating a much more homey atmosphere. After much thought, the two of you had decided to make some homemade cookies with different fruits to eat yourselves and give some to your friends. You had always loved baking, especially when it came to desserts, and being able to do it with Spencer was even better. Although you knew he was only doing it to make you happy because he was pretty clumsy in the kitchen.

“I think you have some flour here, sweetheart.” You could feel him running his finger over your face, laughing as he smudged you, then stepping back a little to look proudly at his handiwork. “You look so cute.”

“Really? You want to play, Dr. Reid?”

You raised an eyebrow and gave him a menacing look, and made a quick move to smear some flour on him and get on the same terms. But you barely managed to mess him up a bit when he gently grabbed your wrists and planted a kiss on your lips, pushing any thoughts of revenge from your mind.

“You cheated, it's not fair.” You murmured against his lips as you both pulled away from the kiss.

“I didn't do anything.” He replied in an innocent tone, kissing you briefly before pulling away to feed the cat. “I think this kid has been eating cookie dough because he doesn't want to eat his food.”

“He's an unruly kitten, just like his daddy.” You said as you watched Spencer pet him and laugh at your bad joke.

The two of you had officially been together for almost a year, but you had known each other for much longer. A coffee shop tucked away in the middle of town was the best place for an FBI agent and you, a news reporter, to meet and start talking. From the beginning, you knew there was something different about Spencer, and it was much more than the fact that he was the only man in the country who didn't know you because he didn't watch television and therefore the news you had anchored for years. He didn't care that your face was what people saw every day and that put you in the spotlight, he liked you for who you were and how you thought about the world.

“I think they'll be ready in a few minutes.” You reported after putting a tray of cookies in the oven.

You were about to ask your boyfriend where he kept the dishes, but when you turned around, you noticed he was still playing with the cat and you couldn't help but smile at how relaxed he seemed. It had been a good idea to convince him to adopt the animal that always followed you home and peeked out of the fire escape. Nothing made you happier than seeing him happy, so you followed your instincts and noticed that the kitchen was still organized as usual. You may not have lived with Spencer yet, but you spent more time in his apartment than yours and had already memorized how a couple of things worked, though you were afraid to tell him because you knew he had trouble opening up too much and taking such big steps in a relationship so quickly.

All your attention was on picking out the prettiest plates and pots for the cookies when his phone rang over the counter. Your hands were still dirty with flour and dough, so you didn't hand it to him and could only read that it was Penelope before you saw him answer.

“Yes, I'm with her now. We're making cookies, and yes, I'll bring you some. Yes, she says hello to you too.” You listened as Spencer repeated into the phone with an encouraging tone.

You barely listened to his conversation because you were nervous it was about work and that he would have to leave so soon.

“You're out of milk, I'm going to the supermarket downstairs.” You informed him quietly after checking the fridge, not wanting to interrupt his conversation. “I won't be long.” You finished, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving.

He couldn't help but smile like a fool at the kiss and stopped listening to his friend's voice on the other end of the phone for several seconds.

“The full profile was leaked to the press, along with details about the crime scenes.” Garcia's voice brought her feet back to the ground.

“What? How?” He asked blankly, needing to sit down to process the information. “We were very careful.”

Spencer thought the case was already closed, he had filled out the profile himself, they had everything they needed to make the arrest, and Emily had insisted on giving him the night off for it.

“We don't know, but it was on the evening news.”

Wait, the evening news? They were the ones you presented every day. It was strange that you hadn't mentioned it, since you'd just come home from work a few hours earlier, happy about your raise.

“Which channel was the first? Who gave the scoop?” His voice trembled slightly, as if he was a little afraid of the answer because his mind was telling him something he didn't like.

There was a long silence for a few seconds and his anxiety increased.

“You need to calm down and not jump to conclusions.” Penelope tried to be the voice of reason at the time and sugarcoated things a bit. But he insisted that he wanted to know. “She said so...she broke the news a few hours ago and I think that was the first network to do it.”

His whole world seemed to crumble before his eyes again and everything was a blur amidst the feeling of betrayal and bitterness that gripped his body. Every thread in his mind began to connect in just a few seconds, and for the first time in a long time, he hated having that ability.

“Reid, listen, I don't think it was her. Emily said we'd fix it, but you should know before you watch the news.” She tried to defuse the situation, but his words only made them feel more betrayed. “I forgot to tell you before because I didn't want to ruin anything, you looked so happy.”

Since meeting you, Spencer had watched at least a minute of the evening news every day just to see you, and everyone knew it. Only today he hadn't because he'd been busy trying to finish the damn profile so he could get off early and spend some time with you.

“We don't want you to jump to conclusions, we all know her and I don't think she would do this. Maybe it's a mix-up or...”

“Don't do that, don't try to make me feel better when she's the only one I tell about the cases.”

And about absolutely everything. He always talked to you about his dreams, his deepest fears, his hopes for the future, his worst moments, and even things he never thought to say out loud, even to his therapist. All his life he had felt silenced until you showed up to listen to even the most complex thought and his mental discussion of possible names for the cat you both shared and treated like a son.

Since his release from prison, his view of the world and himself had changed. He no longer felt worthy of love or anything good until you came along and insisted on entering his heart and saving him from the emptiness he faced every time he woke up in that dark, lonely apartment that you came to fill with light and the smell of cookies.

It weighed heavily on his heart that the bad thoughts that always haunted him made sense.

“I'll be there soon.” He finished, not paying attention to the thousand and one possible explanations and theories Penelope had given him so as not to blame you for everything.

He ended the call and walked quickly to the bedroom to find your computer for answers. You had been staying with him for several days and always used it for work, so it was on the nightstand. He was about to turn it on when the sound of the front door startled him and let him know you were back.

“Spencer? Where are you? Do you want to play hide and seek?” Your voice echoed through the apartment, coming closer and closer to the room.

There was no movement or sound from him, just silence, until you entered the room and saw him sitting on the bed with your computer in his hands. You couldn't help but be a little startled by his expression.

“Are you okay, love? You scared me.” You spoke as you approached him and took his hand lovingly. “Do you need to use my computer? It's out of battery, but the charger is in my bag.”

The strange thing was that Spencer didn't return your affectionate squeeze, he didn't even kiss your hand like he always did. He just froze in place and looked at you as if he was waiting for you to confess to a crime.

“Is something wrong?” You sat down in front of him and grabbed his chin to force him to look at you.

He looked at you for a few seconds and clenched his jaw, pulling away from your touch as if it burned him. “You tell me.”

Confusion washed over you and you bit your lip, trying to think of something that could have changed everything so suddenly. For a second you thought that maybe something had happened at Spencer's work and he had to go now, but his expression and his teary eyes said much more than that. Something serious had happened, you even thought it might be his mother and your heart shrank.

“I know what you did.”

You frowned at his words, trying to find some trace of a joke in all this. “What have I done?”

Once again, the room was filled with silence and his piercing gaze. You made a feeble attempt to approach him to give him some comfort as he looked like he was about to cry, but he rejected you and moved further away from you. He got up from the bed, put the computer down and looked at you as if he expected you to be the one to give the explanation.

“I don't understand this, baby. I really don't know.” You got out of bed and tried to get closer to him.

At your action, he backed away from you.

“Don't call me 'baby'. Don't pretend you don't know what you've done.”

The problem was, you didn't know what you'd done to give him that attitude. It had only been a few minutes since you left and everything was fine, so it didn't make sense that he was suddenly angry.

“I should have seen it coming before, how could I not, why would someone like you notice me? You obviously wanted this, you wanted to use me to get that raise and have all the fresh information.” Finally he seemed to react and started to blurt out everything that was on his mind without any filter. “I was an idiot to think you loved me.”

The confusion in your bright eyes only made things worse for him. His defense mechanism told him that you were an actress, that you must have known him well enough to manipulate him for so long and not even flinch. It made all the sense in the world that the whole perfect relationship you had was a sham, because he never understood how you, who had the fame and beauty to be with any man in the world, could have chosen him, a former addict who had spent months in jail and had more trauma than happy memories, to be your partner.

You took a step toward him, trying to process what he had just said. “I do, you know I love you.”

“Come on, you don't have to pretend anymore, I already know that you leaked the information I gave you about the profile.” He said after pacing the room a few times, trying to control his anger. “And maybe how many times you did the same.”

“Wait, you think I'm some kind of spy or something...you're joking, right?” You tried to make sense of his words, wanting to believe again that it was a joke. It had to be, or the pain you felt in your heart at his rejection would definitely kill you.

The silence that followed his words was enough to know that he was serious.

“You're the only person outside the team I talk to about cases all the time. And you magically get a raise when there's a big leak.” His every word was like a knife in your heart, digging deeper and deeper. “You even broke the news a few hours ago, you're unbelievable.”

That was too much, and it was the move that pierced your heart with the knife.

“Do you really think the only way I can get a raise is to betray you? That I've been pretending for almost a year that I love you for my own benefit? Do you really think I can stoop so low and that my job is worth so little?” You asked him almost pleadingly, as if begging him to tell you no, but in vain. “Tell me it's not so, please. Tell me you don't distrust me.”

Silence. Lots of silence.

“Please...”

He said nothing again and that was answer enough for you. You loved Spencer Reid like you'd never loved anyone before, but you weren't going to let this go. You weren't going to keep begging him to believe you when you told the truth and never gave him reason to doubt.

“Fine. I hope you don't have to come back to me when you realize you made a mistake and ended up with the best you had.”

The pained look you gave him and the tears streaming down your cheeks stayed in his mind as you left your apartment keys on the table and walked away, closing the door behind you at the same time as the oven beeped.

His smile could not have been more nonexistent at that moment.

[colossrat]

Billy likes to be independent, he is a little homeless boy who fights life tooth and nail. He always needs to be strong to show society that he doesn't need, much less want, an adult in his life sending him here and there.

But he doesn't need to fight to prove himself strong when he already looks strong. Billy can't ask for help as Billy because that will bring trouble or an adult trying to dad him

But Cap? he can let himself be vulnerable as Cap, even if he doesn't need help, he can ask for it. Marvel will just be a friend in need of help and no one will treat him like a helpless child for that

So, after a good few months, if not years, of becoming friends with his league colleagues, the captain starts to show how he loves having people around him for little things.

he wants to open a jar from the kitchen. He has the strength to go head to head with Superman, but he would never miss the opportunity to ask Superman himself to do it for him. Clark always gets a little confused, because the pot isn't that tight, or tight at all, but he always helps because he sees how it brings a genuine and happy smile to his colleague.

Does he need a snack? He will ask Flash to prepare something for him, saying that the food he makes is the best and with the best flavor.

captain has a problem with magic, he is completely capable of solving it himself, but he will knock on zatanna's door to ask for advice, potions, a protection spell and even a good luck hug if he feels she wouldn't refuse

There's a new movie, he doesn't even want to see it that much, but he's going to ask Cyborg if he can make the movie show in the watchtower break room because he finds the control and streaming platforms confusing

He will ask Batman silly questions, or even prepare complex questions with Solomon's help so he can ask and listen for hours while the bat explains things to him. Not that he didn't already know the answers or couldn't find them in the rock's library of infinite knowledge. but he likes to have someone talking and explaining things to him with so much patience, teaching and even being happy to have someone to listen to his knowledge

Are they going on a water mission? He will ask Aquaman for tips on how to swim faster or more efficiently

Is he having a slower day? Why not ask the Martian Hunter to accompany him to a cat cafe? Ask what are the best sweets or brands of cookies? ask for help to bake a cake or taste the frosting, a brigadeiro

He's having problems with his communicator, better go see Red Tornado if he has tips on how to use it without confusing the private lines again, or ask if he has some free time to go for a fly through some storms. He makes hurricanes, he must like storms just like him, right?

There is a dangerous magical temple sending dangerous magical frequencies, he can destroy it alone, but he asks the hawkwoman for help to put everything down with her mace

there's a cockroach in the watchtower… better ask dr.fate for help to kill it

A LADYBUG ON THE WATCHTOWER?! Call the jl green lanterns asap so they can conjure up a green safe pot to transport her back to earth!!

Did he fall? He wasn't even hurt, but he's going to ask Diana to check if he doesn't have a bump on his head. Diana understands where her little brother's requests come from, and she never unmasks him, she just takes the opportunity to make her little brother happy without feeling bad about asking for help.

Now, a hero approaches little Billy with a piece of food? oh. he will bite off your fingers and throw the food back in your face (not really because that would be wasteful, but he would return the food and tell you to eat it yourself, that he would get food for himself on his own)

He can be feral, try to teach him a life lesson and he will teach YOU a life lesson.

His shoelaces are untied and he just stuck them inside his shoe? you leave his shoelace inside the shoe. If a hero, be it the Man Of Steel himself, bends down to tie his shoelaces, OH MY, he'll kick you in the face and scream that you're not supposed to touch his stuff

Unless that you are also a child or mr tawny, then he maybe either accept your help or gently refuse

[amnxp]

Unrequited love

Pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

summary: As much as you try to convince yourself you only see her as a teammate, your heart dissagrees

Warning: kissing(yes finally ik but u gotta work for it), making out, john being john, lots of angst and i mean LOTS of angst, arguing obvii, reader thinks that yelena is ashamed of her(but is she tho?🤔🤔🤔), they both srsly need a hug, and i do too, but they do actually get a hug from each other! I dont.

Word count: 6k

A/N: ITS FINALLY ALL YOURS-also got my period in uni so had to skip lowk dying in this heat n all i can think about is yelena also a huge thanks to everybody who read i'll see you in a minute the love for that story was exploding i wasnt planning on a second part (they gen always flop) but since it was so well loved i decided to make one. This can be read as a second part but also entirely as a stand alone:]ll once again thank you so much for all the love that fic took weeks to write so im super glad it did well! I hope this one does too:)0(

part 1: I'll see you in a minute

[If anybody wants a song to listen to while reading, i recommend Suzanne by RAYE(heavily inspired this entire fic actually), and obvs bad religion by Frank ocean :))]

alright enjoy and toodles!

Thunderbolts spoilers, Blackwidow spoilers

Head upside down, you felt a blaring headache form underneath your skull. You were sure that if John charged at you one more time, you would deliberately rip his shield off him and throw it at his dick.

"Walker. Back off," you groaned as you leapt back to your feet on the training mat. "You already tired? We just started, and I thought you wanted me to train with you?" His smug smirk made you want to double down on your previous promise to yourself.

Not bothered to argue back with him, you walked towards your towel, draped it on your shoulder, and walked out as Walker kept yelling behind you about needing to train and that it would help you be "less tight", whatever that meant.

On your way to the bathroom, you spotted Yelena's door slightly ajar. Over the past few weeks, you had been trying-and although partially, miserably failing-befriending her. You and Yelena never really saw eye to eye, so the sudden will to actually try to communicate with her had been interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t just your own efforts, but hers as well. After you danced with her at the gala you had attended, things started to simmer down between you two, the tension subsiding and even almost disappearing. Now, when you passed her in the kitchen, she didn't outright glare at you or even yell at you to leave.

No. Instead, she made space. Space for you to be next to her. Exist next to her. To just be next to her. And you would be damned if that didn’t make your heart start beating faster against your ribcage as if it was trying to rip itself out of your cold, lone cage that you kept it in and leap into her warm, soft hands awaiting. So, you kept attempting to push onto her. Your hand knocked on her door before you could even think to stop yourself.

"Lena?" Your voice was a mere ocean away as you stepped through the door. She wasn't here. Your eyes scanned her room, and you noticed that you had never really been in here before. All those nights when she had nightmares, she came crawling to you. Not begging you to come to her. You saw some pictures, some trinkets that you were sure belonged to Natasha.

"What are you doing?" Her rough accent cut you off. You turned to her as you gave her a quick once-over.

"Just wanted to ask if you wanted Chinese. Nobody wants to cook and I’m hungry." A beat. Two.

"No, I want Thai."

"We had Thai yesterday. And the day before that and even—"

"Okay, okay. I get it. Then Chinese. But only from that one corner shop next to the store you always get those cookies from."

"Of course, ma’am. Any other wishes?"

"Yes, get out of my room." You fake a pout as you trudged out of her room and past her. Her fingers grazed yours on your way out, and it felt like she electrified you herself. Once you were out of her sight, you let out a deep sigh. You quickly found your way to your room and grabbed your spare clothes before dashing to the bathroom. John had worked you out as if you were leading the next alien war against damn Thanos yourself. The cold water felt good on your warmed skin as it hit your back and fell in droplets down your bare body. It took you about an entire hour to will yourself to leave the shower, and you hoped Bucky had gotten the message you sent earlier to buy the food because you were truly starving by now. Once dressed, you quickly found your way to the kitchen, where everybody was already surrounding the island and grabbing each personal share of the food. The last one remaining was presumably yours, so you grabbed it and plopped down onto the couch right next to Bob, who was already half his body into his food. You let out a small laugh as your eyes flitted over him. He raised his wide eyes at you, like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car.

"Taste good, Bobby?" you muttered as you dug into your own dish.

He let out half a hum before deflating from his defensive pose and shoving more into his mouth. Seems like you weren’t the only hungry one. You felt the couch dip down next to you, and you gave a side glance to who it was—Walker, of course. You let out a groan and rolled your eyes as he smirked at you.

"Damn near about to eat the fork too. I tired you out this much? Damn, and we were only getting started."

"Shut up, Walker."

Your voice synced with another from Bob’s side. It was her voice. John's face fell into a frown before ignoring you both and eating. The rest of the night felt nice, soft and quiet, a strong contrast to how your lives are normally. Chaotic, quick-paced, and too much for you to handle most times. You liked this. A lot. Especially since the tension between you and Yelena had calmed down a lot, so now this-your group-felt like a quirky, self-made family filled with a bunch of society rejects. Placing your food bowl down, you stood up.

"Alright guys, I will call it a night. I am done."

You got a few mumbles as good night, and as you left the common area, your eyes caught hers. Deep eyes staring at you, not even relenting for a second. Sometimes you have to ask yourself, is it hate that she looks at you with, or is it maybe fondness?

Now, as you lay alone in your bed, all your tiredness seems to have vanished. Your eyes are trained on your ceiling, on which you trail the four corners of your walls. Head leaned to the side, you saw the time read sharp and bright: 3:44 a.m. Everybody should be asleep by now.

You gather enough motivation to get up. Some time ago, as you trailed around the large tower, you found a way to enter the heliport without setting every alarm known to mankind off. Sometimes you just laid down on the port and stared up at the sky as the cold wind bit at your even colder flesh. Just like tonight. Restless nights tend to follow you around these past few days. Half your brain urges you to do what she did. Go to her room, make her hold you as she whispers her own incantations into your skin that will lull you to sleep, but no, instead, you just laid here and waited until the sun started to rise.

Today though, destiny seemed to have a different ending planned for you. You heard the door open and your eyes immediately snapped to the side to see who was bothering you. If it was John, you couldn't promise yourself that you wouldn't throw him off the edge of the port. To your surprise, and partial dismay, you saw her. In all of her very sleepy, very tired glory, basically dragging herself towards you. You didn’t stand up, you didn’t sit upwards, you just continued laying there staring up at her while she stared back at you. Now in front of you, her slippers stopped just a few centimeters in front of your face.

Wordlessly, she sat down.

"What are you doing?" you muttered.

"I was looking for you. You weren’t in your room. I know you can’t sleep anymore-I see your eyebags, very dark." Her fingers pointed at her own eyebags to highlight it.

"The whole emo look doesn’t suit you. More Bob’s style." That got a small smile out of you as you turned your head back to the other side, away from her. You heard her moving next to you again and before you knew it, you felt her warm hand in yours. Your head snapped up to face her, but she was already looking at you. Her eyes flitted down to your lips before her eyebrows furrowed. You squeezed her hand to reassure her. I know what you feel. You hoped it got through to her. You had meant to make her feel safe, to make her feel okay with wanting to overstep that line you two had created since the first day she entered your damn room at 2 a.m. just to have you hold her through her nightmare. It was okay to stop hating you. But she never seemed to want to take that dance with you.

Truth be told, you never really hated her. To you it was more of a defense mechanism in reaction to her ruthless and cold nature towards you. She let out a deep sigh before turning her head straight again and looking up towards the sky. You part your lips before muttering, "The stars are pretty." You nodded along to your own words.

"Yeah, I guess they are." she muttered. Reluctantly, you let go of her hand. Tonight wasn’t going to be the night she will take that dance with you either.

"Why are you here, Yelena?"

"I told you, I was looking for you. Are you hard of hearing now?" A small laugh left her lips.

"No, Yelena, I mean why here with me today."

There was a pregnant pause before she parted her lips to say something.

"I missed you."

You contemplated if you had accidentally overheard her and were now just conjuring up some things. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Excuse me?"

"I missed you. You won’t let me in your room anymore and it isn’t the same when the entire group is around. You are distant and always elsewhere." Now that caught your attention. You snapped upwards and turned back to look down at her.

"What? How the hell am I the distant one? You ignore me half of the time I try to talk to you and when you don’t, you either yell at me or give me one of those sassy comebacks I didn’t fucking ask for. That is not fair, Yelena. After weeks and days of this bullshit we are doing only now are you okay with me being even in the same room as you. How the hell do you expect me to be normal around you when you yourself aren’t? God, I don’t even understand you or the way you think most of the time. Am I supposed to read your fucking mind?"

Each word leaving your lips felt like one less stone you carried on your own back. Before she could even think of an answer, you whipped up to your feet, muttered a solemn, "Good night, Yelena," and whisked yourself to your own bedroom where you locked your door as a last safety measure.

This was how it always went with you two. You made up, started arguing again, made up, and repeated the whole cycle over and over again. It was getting damn tiresome, so you relied on your own secret technique that you definitely did not try before. Ignore her. This time around though, you would give her exactly what she wanted from you. Big smiles when you were with the group, a small wave when you walked past her, a small brush of your hands with hers—but never anything more.

And it went, contrary to what you had previously believed, pretty damn well because she backed off as well. And you started to enjoy it a little too much. Right now, you were at a club, and it was a miracle that Alexei didn’t drag everybody into a strip club for his birthday instead. Both he and John were dead drunk, raging and dancing around on the dance floor as you sat back at the booth with Bob. You weren’t exactly sure where Ava had scurried off to, all you knew was that Yelena wasn’t here and neither was Bucky. You did give the latter one a pass since he technically can’t get drunk, so being here would just be a waste of his time that could have been spent in bed with Alpine, which you knew for a fact was exactly what he was doing right now. You saw him once because he left his door slightly open. You laughed your ass off at him and since then, he made sure to lock his doors.

You were on about your third drink of the evening and a little tipsy but still far more stable than the two men tearing the dance floor apart.

"Bobbbbbb," you whined out the last syllable of his name as you looked towards him with a crooked smile.

"Dance with me?"

Now, Bob, unlike you, had tucked himself away into the corner of the booth and hadn’t touched a single damn drink since you entered. You saw how anxious he was getting and it hurt your heart a little, so you offered up your hand for him to take and dance with you. It took a beat but he placed his hand into yours and let you pull him towards you.

The night was spent with lots of laughter and smiles and she was fully and entirely forgotten.

Too bad that destiny seemed to want something in return for that semi-soft moment you had with her days ago because soon after your dance with Bob, some man came stumbling in and bumped Bob almost to the floor. He grabbed his collar and started roughhousing him around. Bob, in all his anxious glory, only held onto the man’s hand that was gripping his shirt to try and stabilize himself, but you could see how he started to tremble.

"Get your fucking hands off him, you turd!" you blared out over the loud music as you grabbed the man’s arm to try and pull him back to no avail. So instead, you did what you were trained for. You grabbed the hulky man by his hair and punched him in the face. He stumbled back into other bystanders, and you quickly grabbed Bob as John and Alexei came dashing over and left the club with him in tandem. The rest of the hour was spent trying to calm Bob down in a crammed Uber that John had called for all of you. Even back at the tower, he wouldn’t calm down but it didn’t matter how hard you tried.

From one side, you understood why. The man that had touched him looked a tad bit too much like his father, or at least you assumed from that small segment you had seen of his dad in his own shame room before John pummeled him to the ground.

"Bob?" your hand held his trembling one.

"I need you to calm down, Bob. Can you try to? You are safe here." Your thumb rubbed back and forth on his knuckles as you heard the door open and Yelena emerged from it. She quickly rushed towards you as she sat down next to you. Maybe it was the warmth she was exuding or maybe you were just plain blind, but before you realized, cold dull tendrils wrapped around your arms and midsection. As your eyes widened and your lips parted to call out for Bob to stop, everything around you turned black.

"Not again. Bob, damnit, not again!" you yelled out to nobody as you looked around.

A few rapid blinks and a deep sense of despair later, you found yourself….at the gala? Your eyebrows furrowed. It was the gala from months ago when you had danced with Yelena after another one of your brutal arguments. But you weren’t ashamed of being with her, so why were you here? Looking around, you saw Yelena- not the one dressed in that perfectly fitting dress, no, you saw the very same Yelena with messy hair, an old t-shirt that she stole from your closet a while back, and baggy pants on. And she looked extremely out of place. Your eyes met as you made your way towards her. And only once you got closer to her did it dawn on you.

This wasn’t your shame room.

This was hers.

And that stopped you dead in your tracks. It was her shame room. It was hers. Hers. Hers. Your face fell void of all emotions as you started to back away from her. Even when she called out your name in that sickly sweet tone that you would only hear in your dreams.

"Bob!" you yelled out.

"Bob, I know you can hear me. You can control this, control these rooms. You can get us out." You kept chanting similar words until the room around you fell black again. You felt her hand grasp onto your wrist as your head snapped towards her. You ripped your hand from her grasp as if it burned. Your eyes wide as you stared at her all the while the room materialized back into the common room behind you. „Don‘t fucking touch me.“ you spit out. The world felt distant, like you were wearing someone else's skin, walking someone else's path.

Yelena was beside you. Silent. Stiff.

You didn’t look at her anymore.

Couldn’t.

You wanted to scream, maybe throw up. Maybe run until your lungs gave out. Anything to get away from what you saw. From what you felt. From her.

She was ashamed.

Ashamed of you. Of being with you. Of that night you had dared to remember as something soft. Something good. The night you danced with her, thinking foolishly that the walls between you were crumbling, when really she was already rebuilding them behind your back, brick by fucking brick.

“Say something.”, her voice hoarse. You feel your shoulders drop in dull grief. Your eyes are trained on bob now. He somehow looked the most compossed out of the three of you given the circumstances. His hands were wringed together as he stared at you both with wide eyes. Moving towards him you helped guide him upwards snd into his room. Lord knows this man needs a good sleep more than any of you.

——

You haven't spoken to her in two days.

The silence isn't deliberate, not in the usual way you weaponize it, but this time it feels different. It’s not cold. It’s not loud. It just exists. A quiet, aching distance that stretches between you like a wire pulled too tight. You don’t avoid her, not actively. But you don't look at her either. You haven’t since the shame room collapsed around the both of you.

Not after what you saw.

Not after what she didn’t say.

Tonight, you're in the training room alone. Again. The others have all turned in or maybe they’re pretending to, to avoid the unspoken tension hanging thick between the walls of this tower. The mat beneath you is cold. You’ve run drills for nearly an hour with sweat clinging to the back of your neck, tank top damp and sticking to your spine as your evidence. But it doesn’t help. Your muscles ache, but it’s not the satisfying kind. It’s not the kind that quiets the screaming in your head.

You slam your fist into the padded dummy again. And again. And again. You don’t even realize you’re crying until the mat beneath your feets starts to darken with tears.

This is stupid. This is all so fucking stupid.

You spin and sit hard on the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your forehead resting there for a moment longer than you want to admit. You were panting hard now as you felt your heart ached. You don’t want to do this. Not again. Not with her. Maybe you were a fool to think it meant something different to her.

“Didn't know punching dummys was a midnight hobby now.”

You don’t need to look up to recognize the voice. You stay still, face hidden in your knees.

“Go away, barnes.”

“Easy there. Just came to grab my towel.” He walks across the mat, movements slower than usual. He stops halfway to the banks.

“...You good?”

You laugh. It's hollow. “Do I look good?”

“You look like you went twelve rounds with a deflatable dummy and still lost.”

He doesn’t leave. Instead, he lowers himself down across from you, legs crossed, towel forgotten. You peek up just enough to see him watching you. And for once, his smugness is gone. Replaced by something quieter. Something resembling concern.

“Want me to beat someone up for you?” he offers after a pause. “Name them. I’ve got time.”

You huff. A small exhale, barely enough to be called a laugh. “Unless you can beat up memories, I don’t think you can help.”

“I can try,” he says, then adds, “Look... I don’t know what’s going on between you and her. None of my business. But I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you want to climb out of your own skin just so you don’t have to feel anymore.”That shuts you up. You stare at him for a long beat. And he stares back.

“Anyway,” he stands, brushing invisible dust off his pants, “If you want to keep punching shit, I’ll leave you to it.”

You think about asking him to stay. Not because you want him specifically- but because the idea of going back to being alone with your thoughts feels... unbearable.

But you don’t ask.

You watch him leave instead, the door sliding closed behind him with a soft hiss that sounds too much like goodbye.

You found yourself on the roof again the very same night. The heliport was silent. The sky blanketed with clouds that glowed faintly from the city lights below. You sat in your usual spot back against the cold metal floor. You hated how easily you fell back into this. You hated how, even after everything, this space still reminded you of her. There was a quiet creak behind you. You didn’t even flinch.

You knew the sound of her steps. “I figured,” Yelena said quietly, “if I couldn’t sleep, maybe you couldn’t either.”

You said nothing. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t sit beside you. Just stood there, a few paces away. Like she was waiting for a signal. Permission.

“You haven’t talked to me in days,” she murmured. “I deserved that.”

You stayed silent. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but rather because you didn’t know how to say any of it without breaking in half. “I didn’t mean for you to see that,” she added. You let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “You didn’t want me to see how ashamed you were of me?”

Yelena’s breath caught. “That’s not fair.”

“No,” you snapped, still on the floor, facing her. “You’re right. It’s not. Nothing about this is fair.” “I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you spat, voice rising. “You kept me in the dark for months, Yelena. Then I see your shame room and I’m there. Me. Dancing with you. Laughing with you. You looked like you wanted to claw your own memory out.” Her mouth opened, but no sound came.

You pushed further. “Why was I in there, Yelena? Why was that memory one of your worst?” She looked down. That silence, that fucking silence- it hurt more than anything.

“Say something,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Anything. I can’t keep guessing with you.” Her fingers flexed at her sides, as if each word of yours peeled a new layer of skin from her bones.

“I wasn’t ashamed of you,” she said finally, voice low. “I was ashamed of myself.” You blinked. But the rage kept pulsing behind your ribs, thick and unrelenting.

“That’s not better,” you bit out. “That doesn’t make it better, Yelena. You don’t get to rewrite the story like that just because it hurts.” She took a step forward, carefully, like you might snap if she moved too fast. “I didn’t-I don‘t want to feel this.”

You scoffed, turning away to look back up at the sky. “Feel what?”

“The want. The way I—" she stopped herself, jaw tightening, nostrils flaring with the breath she wouldn’t let out. „The way i need you.“ Yelena sat then-didn’t wait for permission. Crossed her legs beside you, her shoulder close but not touching.

“The way I wanted it to be real,” she said, and it broke in the middle like something brittle and starved. “And the way I knew it couldn’t be.”

That silenced you.

Not because it fixed anything, but because it sounded like the truth. Not clean, not tidy. But real. For once Your voice cracked on the next question. “Why couldn’t it?”

Yelena laughed. A bitter thing. Not at you, but at herself. “Because you don’t get to have things like that when you’re like me.” You didn’t mean to reach for her, but you did. Hand landing lightly over hers. This time, she didn’t flinch. Her fingers didn’t retreat.

You echoed ,“Yelena, you are-fuck-do you even hear yourself? Do you think I haven’t done things I hate? That I don’t look in the mirror sometimes and want to punch it out of the wall?” She looked at you then. Really looked. No walls. No witty retorts. Just her, and all the damage she’d been holding inside her chest for years.

“You’re not broken,” you said softly, gripping her hand tighter. “You’re scared. So am I. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.” She didn’t say anything for a while. The sky above seemed to hold its breath for her. For you.

Finally, she said, “I’m tired of trying-of loosing. I lost her. I can‘t-I don‘t want to loose you too. I can‘t.“ “You won’t,” you murmured. “I can handle things. We can start here. Us. We will both fight for each other.”

Yelena’s eyes searched yours. Long and slow, as if looking for the catch.

“I hurt you,” she said.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’ll probably do it again.”

“I know.“

“I’m not easy.”

“Who said i was?”

Her hand lifted then, brushing against your cheek like it might vanish if she pushed too hard. You leaned into it. “I was terrified of how much I wanted you that night,” she admitted. “Still am.” “I was terrified you didn’t,” you whispered.

“I never hated you.“. A sigh left your parted lips before a crocked smile replaced it. „Sure didn‘t seem like it.“ you joke as she rolls he eyes and pushes you away from her with no real strength behind it. „You are so annoying. Do you know that?“. Now she smiled at you too. “Do we start over now?” she asked, voice small.

You smiled. “No. We keep going.”

—

The tower had returned to its usual rhythm: chaos, caffeine, and the occasional broken appliance courtesy of Alexei. Bob had begun to level out again. Ava started terrorizing John with glitter bombs for no reason anyone could determine. Even Bucky was in suspiciously good spirits though that might have had something to do with whatever secret Alpine was hoarding under his bed.

You and Yelena, meanwhile, weren’t hiding anymore.

It wasn’t loud, or overly affectionate. It was just natural. You sat next to her during movie nights. Her fingers brushed yours during briefings. She started stealing your jackets again, even though she had her own closet full of options. And you let her. You liked that she did.

There was healing happening in small, invisible stitches.

And on one particular morning, after a mission that had gone smoother than expected, you found her in the kitchen in one of your hoodies, nursing a mug of coffee and flipping through the paper like a grumpy grandpa.

“You always read the newspaper?” you asked, still drowsy from the four hours of sleep you got.

“Only the good bits,” she deadpanned.

“Of course.”

You moved toward the fridge, and her eyes followed you over the rim of her mug. “How was the mission?” she asked suddenly. You turned. “It was okay. Great, actually, nothing went wrong for once. Can you believe that?”

“I can‘t. Are you sure Walker didn‘t blow something up?” You blinked. “He definetly did. But not everything is perfect is it?”

Yelena set the mug down, the faint clink of ceramic against granite louder than it needed to be in the quiet of the kitchen.

You leaned against the fridge, carton of orange juice in hand, watching her with soft amusement. The hoodie she wore was one of your older ones-faded black with a bleach stain on the sleeve and a frayed hem. It looked better on her than it ever had on you. “I like the sports section,” she muttered, flipping the page like she hadn’t been at it for half a hour. “They let the columnists swear now. America is finally embracing chaos.”

You grinned. “You should write for them.”

“I should be syndicated,” she deadpanned, but her mouth curved into the faintest smile. You poured yourself some juice and sat across from her at the kitchen island, letting the silence fill in the spaces between words. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just soft. Familiar.

There was a comfort in not having to say much.

Yelena sipped her coffee again, then lowered the mug and looked at you for real this time. “You didn’t get hurt yesterday, right?” You shook your head. “Couple scrapes. Nothing that left a mark.” „Did you get them looked at?“ „‚course. Otherwise how dare i show myself infront of you? You would vindicate me if i didn‘t get them looked over the second i stepped out of the jet.“, you joked.

She stared for a moment too long. You could see the flicker of worry behind her eyes, and something else. Something quieter. Maybe guilt. Maybe fear. “I hate that I wasn’t there,” she said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

You reached across the table, brushing your fingers over hers-not quite holding, not quite letting go. “I don’t.” You said. “I like knowing you weren���t in danger for once. Selfishly, maybe. But still.” Her hand turned, palm up, and your fingers settled into hers with a soft inevitability. The world didn’t stop, but it slowed down just enough. “You have this tendency to dive head first into chaos for no appereant reason, remember?“ “I don‘t do it all the time you know.“ she mumbled. „Just the other day you threw yourself off of a skyscraper. For the third time this week too!“ she laughed and your heart fluttered a little. A small grin broke out as you watched her throw her head back in laughter. „You are a hypocrite. Remember when you went into a mission all on your own and were surrounded by half the population of New York? Exactly. You“ she pointed her finger at you, “don‘t get to lecture me on being foolish.“. You rolled your eyes as you finished your glass and got up. You felt her eyes following you around the kitchen.“You are an idiot.“, you said as you walked out of the kitchen. She didn‘t follow you, and although you should feel a little sad you were relieved. These past few days have been, to say the least, too much too fast for you. It was finally settling down the tension you had with Yelena-you were finally normal around each other, and you simply weren‘t used to that. Not that you wanted it to go back to how it was with you two constantly at each other’s throats for one or another reason, but you just sometimes needed a bit of breathing room. Now though you started to seek her out as well at nights to the point where John even joked about you two basically moving into the same room with each other. She didn‘t laugh, no, she just stared at you and in that same night asked you if you would. If you would just stay in her room, always lay together and hold each other if she asked. And your answer came in form of silence because you just didn‘t know. That Night you acted as though you fell asleep so she just sighed and never spoke about it again. God, you wanted it. You wanted her. Especially now that everything has settled but it was just too scary. You were scared that she would just start to pull away because she didn‘t realize before that this was too much- you were scared that you would do the same. Your steps were heavy as you made your way towards your room.

The day settled into stillness.

You didn’t see Yelena again until much later, well past sunset, when the tower had gone quiet and the usual chaos of mission debriefs and tech repairs had slowed into a lull. You were holed up in your room, sprawled across your bed with the lights dimmed, flipping through some half-finished mission notes. Your body ached from the mission, scrapes and bruises still stinging faintly, but your mind? It was louder than ever.

Lena🐻. You coming over?

You sigh as you look at your phone. Are you coming over? Your usual answer would be a delighted yes send way too quickly to seem nonchalant, but right now you were between cross roads. If you did go you wondered if perhaps your yearning will finally overcome you and force you to actually act on what you have been dreaming about- or if you would just settle with laying next to her all the while she held onto you. Your phone lays on the bed, dark and silent now. You coming over? The message awaited a reply. You stared at the screen. The clock on the nightstand blinked—8:42 PM. Past sunset, the tower was quiet, warmed only by the faint hum of distant generators and the occasional whisper of corridor lights.

You pushed her door open quietly. A wash of candlelight greeted you-warm but soft. You slipped inside. She was kneeling, a blanket spread with precision across her small rug, dozens of candles flickering around the room's perimeter. Her room was variously decorated with your things now too. Small trinkets from missions outside of the state, posters, gifts you got her and more. The scene swallowed you whole not in a romantic or cliché way, but deliberate and real.

She looked up. The familiar strength in her gaze softened, folded inward. A fragile curve brushed her lips. “Hey,” she said, low. No bravado. No armor. Rough with her accent. You closed the door behind you, your feet whispering against the carpet. The hoodie slipped over your head, sleeves swallowing your fingers. You said, “Hi” You looked at the blanket. The candles warmed the shadows. “It looks nice.”

“Does it?,” she replied. Her voice held something unspoken—relief? Hope?

You moved onto the blanket. The candle glow warmed your neck. You felt weight in your chest, a pleasant tightness. A long sigh escapes you as you relaxed. She sat beside you. Space in between. Enough to be courteous, or cautious. Maybe both.

“I thought,” she began, turning her head toward the window, shadows and street lights dancing behind her. “You needed it quiet tonight. Y’know. Feel Safe and nice.” You nodded, gently brushing the folds of the blanket with your hand. You heart jumped at her confession“I did. Thank you Lena.”, you smiled up at her.

Her gaze held yours. She swallowed. You felt a current between you like static in the air. Your chest throbbed. You couldn’t look away. But you didn’t move first- not yet. Just watched the flame in her eyes. Slowly she moved to lay down now next to you. On her back her eyes were trained onto her own ceiling. Her lips curve into that faint half-smile you love. “I think i like this a lot more than freezing on the heliport with you.“, she mumbled. “What? You don‘t like freezing half to death just to spend some time with little ol‘ me? Wow. I am hurt, truly.“, you lips broke into a huge grin as you turned your head to face her. You let out a fake gasp of hurt as she laughed at you. Your laughter died down after a few minutes as she just stared at you.

Her fingertips grazed your skin. You exhaled. “I want this,” you said, your words barely there but solid as stone. “I want you here with me anywhere.” She blinked. The flame in her eyes flared. She sank closer. The ambient glow shifted across her cheekbones, the curve of her jaw.

You turned your body until you were on your side facing her. Her hand brushed yours, and the scent, smoke and something sweet filled your senses. The silence deepened. Your hand hovered near her waist. You swallowed, heart thumping. And pain blossomed in your throat. You didn’t want to break this. At all.

You allowed your hand to fall, landing lightly just above her hip, on her side. Fabric of hoodie and soft shirt. Everything was delicate. You waited for her to pull away. She didn’t. She didn’t lean in. She breathed. The candlelight hinted at the curiosity in her eyes. Your hand found her, brushed fingers deftly across her knuckles. Her skin responded. You felt warmth creep through her fingertips.

You exhaled. “Hi,” you murmured. She looked at you in the candlelight. Her lips shook, but she smiled. Just a bit. Shut and shy.

You leaned forward, stopping just short of her face. She leaned forward too. You both paused. The world bent inward. Your breath mingled. A tender magnetism pulled you together.

Then finally, gently, soberingly, you touched. Lips met lips. Soft, exploratory. Echoed pulses inside you and it felt like fireworks were going off just short of behind you.

She responded. Everything that had been unspoken flared between you. Neither rushed, both careful. Careful as lovers who knew heartbreak well. Her arms moved around you as you she moved ontop of you. Both cradled your neck. Skin against skin. Your arm slid down her back, holding her while the other rushed into the back of her hair and grasp onto it. You kissed her deeper. Long. Unhurried.

What unfolded next you’ll carry forever- her pulse against your chest, the shape of her cheek in candlelight, the gentle hiss of your breaths merging.

She pulled back slightly. Lips brushing. A beat passed before she opened up her mouth again. “Do you think Natasha would be happy for me?” she whispered into the space between you. You kissed her again. Softer now. “I think she would love this for us. For you to actually be happy for once.” She smiled at you. You thumb across her cheek. Then closed the gap again.

The night pressed in. But inside, warmth built like sunrays breaking through ice. You lay back together. The blanket cushioned you. She curled against you. Arms wrapped around your middle. Her cheek pressed soft into your ribcage. You could feel each breath she took through her t-shirt.

Your heart pounded. You felt hers too, beneath your palm. For a long while, you stayed still. Just breathing together. Being.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. She shifted and whispered into your shirt: “I feel like I’m home.” You smiled, closing your eyes. Your cheek pressed into her hair. “Me too.”

You felt her laugh into your chest.

Quiet, serene.

[deltarogers]

MEAN SOMETHING

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bucky has always been a close friend, but he’s never seen you in the way he sees other girls…right?

WARNING: Angst to fluff, mentions of self hatred, body loathing, self doubt, NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v, NOT PROOFREAD YET!!

When your friends expressed that they’d rather go out than have a night in, you couldn’t deny the way your heart dropped. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with them, but because going out meant interacting with strangers, and that meant people who weren’t interested in you, but interested in them.

Were you jealous? Absolutely. Would you ever admit it? Absolutely not. This wasn’t something your friends understood, they’d never know what it was like to be overlooked; ignored.

You had a pretty face, sure, but it was your size that deterred anyone from giving you a second glance, and that was okay. You desired it, imagined what it would be like to have a man walk up to you and express how beautiful he found you. But those thoughts were rooted in delusion, that would never happen. Not to you.

And so, you got ready, having to abandon the fresh cookies you’d baked, assuming they’d be coming to your house for game night. But the plans had changed.

It was only 8pm and you wanted the night to be over with. You were supposed to be meeting Natasha, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky at the bar.

Bucky had a special place in your heart. He’d been there for you for a long time and he had your back. The same could be said both ways. And of course, your admiration developed into a crush.

This was also a delusion of yours, that he’d be interested. He always brought home girls who were two times more thin than you, and that was okay, he had a type. No biggy. A girl could dream.

Arriving to the bar was absolutely terrifying. Finding your friends was worse, as you got countless odd looks. You’d decided to wear a dress that hugged your body, to Nat’s request. Not that anyone would notice.

But, as you approached your friends, someone did notice. Bucky Barnes. His breath hitched in his throat when he’d spotted you, heat rising to his cheeks. His eyes raked over your body, just wanting to workshop every inch of you.

He was brought back to reality when she gave him a side hug, but you did the same with everyone, so it didn’t mean anything right?

You ordered a drink and sipped at it, listening to your friends talk as you looked around the bar. It had a small dance floor off to the side, and some booths as well.

“Let’s go find a booth and then dance!” Natasha said, making her voice loud so they’d all hear her over the music. Everyone agreed, and Steve led them to an empty booth where everyone could leave their drinks.

You however, slid into the booth to sit, still sipping at your drink. Everyone gave you confused glances.

“I want to finish my drink, you guys go ahead, I’ll keep watch for now” You said and smiled, but Bucky could tell it was forced. No one else did.

“I’ll stay too” Bucky spoke “And I’ll get her out there when she’s finished” He said and slid into the booth next to you.

Part of you liked this, sitting close to him, but the other half of you couldn’t help but feel bad. He wouldn’t get any girls if they thought he was with her. It probably looked odd, an attractive man sitting next to…a large whale, that’s what you thought of yourself anyways.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked once the others had vacated the area to dance. “I can see something is bothering you in that noggin of yours” He said.

Bucky looked at you like you’d hung the moon. He wasn’t sure when his feelings for you developed, but they seemed to have come out of no where.

You were all that was on his mind. He hadn’t brought girls home in months, because he was trying to build up the courage to ask you on a proper date. He wanted to treat you right, who could blame him?

“Nothing…I’m just tired, Buck” You said softly to him, but he wasn’t buying it. He’d known you for too long to buy that.

“You should go dance, find a girl, I don’t want to get in the way of that” You said to him with a small, forced, smile.

“You could never- sweetheart, what’s going on? You’re never like this…” He pried, but you weren’t giving in.

“I need to go to the restroom, excuse me” You said and he sighed, sliding out of the booth so you could go. He watched as you began to walk away, but something in him ticked.

No. He was coming with you.

Bucky hopped up and followed quickly, weaving through people until he got to the bathroom. You were heading into the single’s that had their own room in them with a lock on the door, when he approached.

As you went in, he caught up and pushed in behind you. You were caught off guard and turned, realizing it was Bucky.

“Woah! Bucky, what the hell?” You said as he closed the door, locking it behind him. He realized that this had been a very last minute thought, but he needed to know what was wrong. He wanted you to have a good time.

“What’s going on with you, doll?” He asked again “I know you, I know something is on your mind…” He trailed off, backing you up against the bathroom wall.

The cold tile hit your back and gave you chills, your worried eyes meeting his. Tears began to pool in them and Bucky’s heart broke.

“I don’t….” You started, and shook your head, embarrassed to say anything. He brought his metal arm up so he could lean against the wall, his face inches from yours. Too close. He was too close.

What did he want you to tell him? That you hated going out because of the way the world looks and treats you? Because going out means stares and whispers?

Because going out means that you have to see him take a girl that looks nothing like you home.

“Doll…” He started and reached out to cup your face with his free hand, gently smoothing his thumb over your plump bottom lip. He looked like he wanted to devour you, but you were sure you were just seeing things.

“Bucky, I’m fine, please” You said and there seemed to be a fire in his gaze. He slammed his metal hand into the wall beside you, creating crack in the tile that lined the walls.

You flinched and he noticed, sighing loudly. “Fuck, fine…if you don’t want talk about it, that’s fine…I just want to know that you’re okay” He said and you nodded your head in assurance.

“I’m fine, Bucky, we can talk about this later, okay?” You said, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t. You just wanted to ease his mind. “I’m sure there’s a girl out there waiting for you, so we need to get out there, hm?” You said and your tone was joking, cheerful, no sign that anything was wrong.

But he saw right though it. Something had clicked.

“Is that- what this is about?” He asked “Other girls…the ones I bring home?” He asked and you went silent. That’s how he knew he’d cracked some part of why you seemed so down.

“I didn’t know that was upsetting you…why? Have I not been paying enough attention to you, or…?” And Bucky rambled on, not noticing the way you clenched your fists, or the way tears welled and began to fall from your eyes.

“It’s because they’re not me!” You finally yelled, pushing him back from you. Bucky was taken back, shocked even. What?

“I know it’s selfish of me…I know, but I wish you’d look at me the way you look at them…” You began, tears free falling at this point. “I wish that I got to go home with you, that you’d kiss me, that you’d call me beautiful…” You added.

“But I’m nothing but a friend to you.” You said and the words hit Bucky like bricks “No one ever gives me a chance. No one ever sees me, I don’t mean something to someone special…I’m just…there, taking up space” You said.

“I get approached by guys, especially when we go out, but they only want Nat or Wanda. They use me as an in to get to the prettier ones, the skinnier ones” You finally let out. “I know I’m not everyone’s type, but it seems like I’m not on anyone’s radar, I-“

“Stop.” Bucky said and held a hand up “You stop that right now…” He said and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been feeling like this and haven’t told me..” He said and ran his hands through his hair.

“You obviously haven’t been paying that much attention to me, have you?” Bucky said and you folded your head in confusion. “It’s been so long since I brought someone home, I normally talk about it, brag even, but that was so you’d get jealous, I didn’t want to hurt you, I just wanted to know if you felt the same”

“Fuck, doll, I’m so sorry…” He cooed and you were in shock. “I’ve had feelings for you for months. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever come across, and I didn’t want to fuck that up, I couldn’t risk ruining what we had, but I did anyways, didn’t I?” He said and approached, gently cupping your cheek again, his eyes gazing into your soul.

“You’re absolutely fucking stunning, doll, I see that, I see you, I always have” He said and a sob broke from your lips, not having expected him to pour his heart out like this.

“I don’t like that you see yourself in opposition to others…” He expressed. “I don’t give a shit how big or small a woman is, especially not you” He added and you shook your head.

“No…stop doubting yourself, Y/n” Bucky said and gently gripped your chin between his index finger and thumb. “You are absolutely stunning, you’re kind, you’re everything any man could want” He expressed.

“You’re everything I want”

And that was the straw that broke the camels back. You reached up and grabbed him by his collar, pulling him down to you. You didn’t even let your lips brush his before they were on his in a searing kiss.

Bucky kissed back with a fervor, his free hand resting on your waist, his other trailing up to cup your face. He pressed your body against the wall as his lips moved in sync with yours.

Meanwhile, your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers raking through the hair near the nape of his neck. And as your lips moved against his, you tugged on that hair.

And he moaned.

He wasn’t ashamed, far from it, he was smug, showing you the effect you had on him. It sent flutters through your stomach.

He squeezed at your hip as you pulled back for air, your lipstick staining his lips. His smile was wide and his gaze adoring as he stared down at you, having to catch his breath.

“I’m taking you home tonight, doll”

The door to Bucky’s apartment slammed open, the both of you nearly tumbling in. Your hands were all over each other as your lips were locked in a kiss. Soft grunts and groans left the both of you.

Bucky kicked his door shut, gently guiding you towards his room. Once inside, he pushed you onto the bed, a shit eating grin on his face.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this…with you” He said softly “I’d take you out to dinner first, but that dress you’re wearing is lethal, doll” He spoke, his voice becoming huskier as the minutes went on.

Your cheeks flushed, allowing him to practically rip the dress off of you. That’s when you felt self conscious, however.

And Bucky noticed.

“No…don’t get shy on me now” He said softly moving to push you onto your back. He moved onto the bed, his right knee moving to spread your legs open as he hovered over you. “You’re so fucking beautiful” He muttered as he began to trail kisses along your jaw and down towards your chest.

He pulled back to get a good look at you, his right hand trailing behind your back to unclasp your bra. He discarded that, throwing it to land somewhere in his room.

“Holy fuck” He muttered as he looked down, bringing his free hand around your body, hovering just above your bare chest. “Can I..?” He asked, wanting permission to touch your bare tits.

Of course you agreed.

Bucky’s eyes clouded over after that, gently squeezing at your tits, leaning down to press soft kisses to them. All the while, he was grinding into you, his pants annoying the hell out of him.

That’s when he pulled back, and you thought something was wrong. That was until he threw his shirt off, moving to quickly unbuckle his belt and remove his pants.

That’s when you sat up, gently placing your hands over his, looking up at him. “Let me…” You said and unzipped his pants, tugging them down.

“Shit…” Bucky muttered as he watched you. He had to be dreaming. He’d never felt so turned on in his life, and the bulge in his boxers was only proof of that.

You then tugged his boxers down, his cock springing out of the confines. Your eyes were wide, and your mouth watered a bit. He was huge. To you at least. His tip was red hot and dripping with precum.

“I need to feel you, sweetheart…” He muttered “Can I please fuck you?” He asked, ever so sweetly. To that, you nodded, the wetness in your panties nearly becoming too much for you to handle. You hadn’t seemed to notice until now.

“Need some words, doll” He said and reached down, gently cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum right now…”

“Please, Bucky…I want you to fuck me” You practically begged and that was all he needed.

Bucky had you back laying on your back in seconds, your panties ripped to shreds and thrown elsewhere. He admired the wetness of your cunt for a few seconds, not being fully in between your legs as you laid back, looking up at him.

He gently allowed his thumb to circle your clit, earning a soft whimper from you, your back arching a bit. “So pretty…all for me” He muttered before swiping his cock through your slit, your slick coating him before he slid himself inside of you.

And he went right in, your cunt sucking him in like a vacuum. He honestly didn’t know if it’d be that easy, but it was. It was as if you were made for him.

“Bucky…” You whimpered out. His hands gripped your hips as he began to move slowly, grunts leaving his mouth.

“You feel so good…my fuckin girl…” He muttered and you cried out, rolling your hips against him. That’s when his thrusts began increase in speed. He couldn’t help himself, you felt too good.

“Gonna ruin you, sweet girl” He said and you only moaned out in response. Bucky moved forwards, his hands moving to lift your legs up from behind your knees, thrusting into you at a new angle.

“I- Buck…” You tried to form words but you couldn’t, the amount of pleasure you were feeling in that make bread indescribable. He was hitting that perfect spot inside of you, all while singing your praises.

“Taking my cock perfectly” He muttered before leaning down, his lips finding yours in a haste kiss. He was fucking you stupid, and you didn’t mind one bit.

“Don’t stop!” You managed to say, gasping as you threw your head back. His bed was shaking aggressively, the headboard banging against the wall with how fast he was fucking you.

“I’m close, doll” He muttered and at that, with no warning, you came, your cunt squeezing around him even tighter than before. “That’s it, sweet girl…” He coaxed you through your high, not slowing down his thrusts.

“I’m gonna pull out, cum on your stomach” He explained but you had other plans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to keep him where he was.

“No…” You said your eyes burning into his “Inside” And the poor man couldn’t hold it any longer. He immediately came, filling you up with his cum.

“Fuck…” He trailed off, trying to catch his breath. “That…was the sexiest thing that’s ever been said to me, doll” He expressed and your cheeks flushed.

He finally pulled out, leaning down to peck your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up” He said softly “Next time, I promise to take you out to dinner, hm?” He cooed.

And that he did.

A/N: I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written!! I hope you guys liked it!!

[ohburgee]

Comfort - Soft!Griefer x Player!Reader

After a long, tiring day of adventuring in search of clues, you finally arrived home. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to sleep.

You opened the door, walked inside, and closed it behind you. As you stepped into the hallway, you noticed Griefer sitting in a chair, reading a book.

You paused, observing the expression on his face, he looked stressed, clearly troubled by something in the pages.

You walked past him into the kitchen. Hearing your footsteps, he looked up and saw you.

“Hey, you’re back,” he said.

You gave a slow nod. He looked worried.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

You let out a sigh and grabbed one of the cookies on the counter. “I’m just going to sleep. I’m really tired after all that walking,” you mumbled in a tired tone, slowly making your way toward the stairs.

“Good night, Grief,” you said softly, then disappeared upstairs. He watched you go, his expression filled with concern and guilt. He felt bad that you had to go through all that, especially just for a clue.

Wanting to ease your stress and help you feel better, he glanced back at the book, flipping through pages to find a recipe. He wasn’t exactly the best cook, but for you, he could try.

His eyes landed on a recipe for smoked trout. It looked simple, just fish, some sauce for flavor, and lemon slices on top.

He stood up, took a fish from the fridge, along with a few other ingredients, and began to cook. He grilled the fish carefully, doing his best to get it right.

...

You were sleeping peacefully when you felt movement on your bed. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Griefer watching you.

You sat up, still drowsy and confused.

“Sorry to disturb your sleep,” he said, holding a plate in his hands, “but you need to eat.”

You looked at the plate. It was a grilled fish topped with three slices of lemon. The roasted, citrusy aroma instantly lifted your senses. It smelled delicious.

Before you could pick up the fork and knife, Griefer gently stopped you.

“No, no—I’ll be the one to feed you.”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t have the energy, and truthfully, you didn’t want him to see you like this, so drained and worn out.

He sliced a piece of fish and brought it to your mouth. You opened your mouth and took the bite. He smiled as he watched you chew. Then, he cut another piece and offered it to you. You probably looked like a sick person, because he chuckled.

You pouted at him in response, but deep down, you were touched.

A few minutes later, you’d eaten the whole plate. Griefer set it aside and handed you a glass of water. You drank it gratefully.

“Thank you,” you said. “The fish was delicious. I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

“Nah, you know me,” he grinned. “I’m the best cook, when you’re like this, haha.”

You laughed softly and pulled your blanket up, getting ready to lie back down. But before you could, he opened his arms for a hug. You didn’t hesitate.

You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. He held you gently, one arm around your waist while his other hand softly caressed your hair.

“Don’t lie down just yet—you just ate,” he said with a small chuckle.

You gave a quiet laugh in return, comforted by his presence.

Despite all the fighting you two had gone through in the past, you’d both decided to stop. Becoming friends wasn’t easy for him, but over time, it had begun to feel natural. Now, you were living together.

Griefer was doing his best to make up for what he’d done to you, and this was just part of it. He was slowly becoming softer, more caring, at least with you.

He was still grumpy and hostile toward everyone else… but this side of him? The warm, gentle side?

He showed it only to you.

Only you.

an: This is request from my dear star, @albinoxp (I can't mention them), who requested soft Griefer. Sorry for the late post; I just took a rest for a bit. Also, I didn't make Griefer's line or let him speak leet :')

[iateyourparents]

hello! could you write johnnie guilbert fluff? maybe a scenario where him and fem!reader are spending a day together (filming a video, doing random stuff) just being two people in love and jake and tara tease them and call them a married couple

deaf, mute and blind | j.g.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x fem!reader

summary: you, johnnie and jake are recording a new challenge video.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: hi, thank you <33 hope you like it!

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Hi guys, it’s me, Tara, and today I’m here with Jake, y/n and Johnnie.” Tara introduced you and you all waved to the camera.

“Hi!” you greeted her viewers.

“Today I’m gonna torture my guests… No, but I wish.” she pouted and you all laughed “Today, my guests will be playing into deaf, mute and blind but…they will have many challenges and quests to do throughout the day. But they main goal is to do shopping and bake me cookies! Any words guys?”

“I hope I get deaf, cause I don’t think I can go much longer with them talking.” you rolled your eyes looking at Jake and your boyfriend.

“Hey!” Johnnie gasped pretending to be offended, placing hand on his chest “That hurt love.”

You only rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that was forcing its way onto your face.

“Alright, so now they will draw sticks and get to know what senses will be taken from them!” Tara showed her viewers three sticks and then she turned to you “Ladies first.”

You took the one in the middle and immediately looked at written words.

“Yeah! I’m deaf today!” You did a little winning dance. Next one choosing stick was Johnnie and he got mute.

“Oh, so I will be blind.” Jake stated “That’s good actually, at least I don’t have to look at your ugly faces.” he smirked and you laughed.

Tara handed you all your things - blindfold for Jake, duck tape for Johnnie and earphones for you.

“Let me also add, that the person who won’t do the most of their mini challenges, has to take a cold shower on the street!” Tara smiled mischievously.

“Is this enough to charge her with domestic abuse?” Jake asked kind of scared.

When everyone was ready Tara started talking to the camera and you could only guess she was explaining to people what you gonna do and not long later Johnnie took your hand to let you know you were going out. You both helped blindfolded Jake to the car and Tara drove you to the nearest store.

She turned on the camera and pointed it at you and Johnnie. You didn’t see anyone talking so you decided to speak “I think Tara already told you guys but we’re making cookies so now we have to find all of the needed ingredients.” you informed and Tara pointed the camera to Johnnie who was gesturing towards some alley. He took your hand and started dragging you there with Tara going behind you but you suddenly stopped, remembering something.

You quickly turned around and jogged to Jake to walk him to Johnnie and Tara. He said something that made Tara laugh and Johnnie’s arms shudder in a silent laugh.

You really started to regret wanting to be deaf one, because not hearing anything yet seeing it, made you frustrated. Also, not hearing Johnnie made you kinda sad. But atleast you listened to your favorite songs.

You all went to grocery alley where Jake gave you his phone so you and Johnnie could find all ingredients for cookies.

Tara was pointing the camera on you all the time and you decided to speak from time to time in case she and Jake weren’t saying anything.

“So we will be doing chocolate chip cookies. Or rather we will be trying to instruct Jake to do it without hurting himself or poisoning us.” you felt a light push on your shoulder and you laughed seeing how Jake was struggling with trying to not miss your form while hitting.

Johnnie swatted Jake’s hand when he tried to hit your shoulder again and side hugged you while looking for flour.

“Johnnie, we need flour for cakes, this one is for bread.” you told him and he gave you a ‘what the hell’ face and you knew that if he could talk and you hear, he would be asking about the difference.

“Alright, I think we got everything.” you stated when you found everything and you all went to cashier’s stands where everyone was looking at you like at idiots, but that wasn’t anything new with Johnnie and Jake.

Tara quickly paid when it was yours turn and you and Johnnie walked Jake to the car.

When you were at home you quickly started to prepare kitchen for your baking.

Suddenly, you felt someone tugging gently at your arm and you saw Johnnie pointing ahead of you. You saw Tara pointing the camera at you all and you took it as a clue to start talking.

“Alright, so now we will be trying to instruct Jake how to make cookie dough, wish us luck!” you smiled sarcastically.

You somehow were cooperating well, Johnnie was showing you the recipe and you were reading it for Jake who then with your and yours boyfriend help were making most of the work.

When cookies were in the oven you didn’t have anything better to do so you sat on the floor in front of the oven and you were just looking at the cookies.

Some time later Johnnie joined you, sitting next to you and placing his head on your shoulder. You hugged him into your side and he gladly snuggled into you, kissing your shoulder.

You sat there for a few minutes, when Tara came to you with a camera and some bowl and told something to Johnnie and then showed you her phone, where she wrote in the notes that now you will be doing random challenges before you could take the cookies out from the oven. It would decide who is the loser of the video.

You all stood in the living room and Tara came to you with the bowl and you took one piece of paper.

“I’ve got ‘activity without your sense’” you read it for them and viewers out loud and then showed the piece of paper to the camera.

Moment later Tara gave you another paper, which turned out to be an instruction what your activity was.

“So I have to call a random contact and try to have normal conversation with that person. That will be hard.” you sighed “Can Johnnie and Jake help me? Like by gesturing?” You looked at Tara and she only nodded.

You looked at the camera and smiled “I’m actually kinda scared that they will gesturing wrong things and I will make a fool of myself.” you laughed and you could see Tara snorting.

Your challenges were done, it wasn’t that bad or at least you were hoping so.

Then you took the cookies out of the oven and tried them when they weren’t hot. They were really good.

“Teamwork makes a dream work, i guess.” you smiled at the camera.

Then you could finally take off the earphones and you were never as grateful for hearing Jake and Johnnie as now.

“God, it’s so good to hear people again. I missed your voice.” you told Johnnie who smiled widely at you and kissed your cheek.

“I’m glad to see again, but I’m scared of how many bruises I’ve got today.” Jake laughed while still trying to get use to the light in the room.

“Alright guys, they made it.” Tara smiled at the camera “I can’t with how cute y/n and Johnnie were today. Literally goals. You were like and old married couple.” she giggled and you smiled.

“So, who’s the loser?” Jake asked after few minutes.

“You Jake.” You laughed “You didn’t do any of your challenges correctly.”

“That’s true.” Tara smirked “You will do your punishment later.”

You stopped recording for some time so Tara could get all of the needed things for Jake’s punishment, so you and Johnnie went to sit on the couch while hugging.

“I really missed your voice today.” you admitted again quietly.

“And I missed talking to you.” he smiled “And kissing you.” he kissed you.

[hoshifighting]

i enjoy your work so much!!! i love reading new posts whenever you update (which is so frequent and im always in awe of how creative your brain is!!) im wondering if you had similar work to your most recent reaction but with mommy issues instead? giving a tight hug to all my peeps struggling through parental relationships ❤️‍🩹

seventeen x reader with mommy issues

a/n: thank you anon 🥺🥺❤️ i hope you like it, and > giving a tight hug to all my peeps struggling through parental relationships pt.2

WARNINGS: mommy issues, svt mostly doing girly things with you.

seungcheol: cheol’s the type to instinctively take a nurturing role without even realizing it. he’ll remind you to eat, help you pick out clothes for the day, and even braid your hair if you let him. “does this look okay?” he asks, tongue sticking out in concentration as his big hands fumble a little. he’s all about making sure you feel cared for in every little way, even if it’s just holding you close while you vent.

jeonghan: knows how to fill that space without making it obvious. he’s the one who’ll ask his sister to help him paint your nails, gossip about random shit, or let you borrow his skincare products. “c’mere, let me do it for you,” he says, gently dabbing serum on your face while teasing you about how bad you are at self-care. it’s his sneaky way of saying, i’m here for you.

joshua: takes on that classic comforting role, always making sure you feel heard.he’ll offer to bake cookies with you or even sew something small together. “it’s okay to miss her,” he’ll say softly, holding your hand. “but you’ve got people now who care about you, including me.”

junhui: create those bonding moments you might’ve missed out on. he’s the type to grab your hand and drag you into the kitchen, insisting you bake something together even if it’s a disaster. “this is supposed to be fun, not perfect babe...” he laughs as flour gets everywhere. he doesn’t try to replace anything, but he makes you feel like you’re not missing out anymore.

hoshi: his appproach is so wholesome it hurts. he’s the kind to pull you into his lap while he combs through your hair, humming softly. “you deserve to feel spoiled,” he says with a grin, and suddenly he’s dragging you to the mall for a mini shopping spree. “pick something cute, okay? you can’t say no—it’s my treat.”

woozi: his way of comforting you is subtle but so meaningful. he won’t push you to talk, but when you’re struggling, he’ll sit you down and quietly braid your hair or make tea for you. “you don’t have to do this alone,” he’ll say in his soft, no-nonsense voice. sometimes it’s just the quiet, supportive presence that heals the most.

wonwoo: he’ll read to you, help you organize your space, or even teach you how to do things like fixing a hem or arranging flowers. “this is kinda relaxing, isn’t it?” he says as you both work together, his calm energy making you feel safe and understood.

minghao: would suggest journaling together, so you can focus more on yourself, than focus on the house problems. “it’s okay to feel like this,” he says, squeezing your hand. “but you’re more than what you’re missing.” he makes sure you feel strong enough to rebuild those pieces.

mingyu: mingyu goes all in on being your cheerleader. he’s the one who’ll sit on the floor with you to do DIY face masks or giggle with you over silly videos. “do you want me to call my sister?... don't really know what a cut-crease is...” he says with a goofy grin, trying his best to make you feel loved and cared for in every way he can.

seokmin: he s exactly what you need when the weight of everything feels heavy. he’ll pull you into the kitchen to teach you his favorite recipes, or he’ll sit down with you to sew a button back on your shirt. “see? you’re already amazing at this!” he beams, making you feel proud of yourself for even the smallest things.

seungkwan: ultimate comforter. he’ll organize a mini self-care day, complete with snacks, facials, and trashy TV. “no one’s judging you here,” he says, rubbing your back as you tear up. his endless affirmations—you’re doing amazing, you deserve love, you’re enough—are exactly what you need to hear.

vernon: he’ll suggest stuff like planting a little herb garden together or decorating a space to make it yours. “babe I think I planted my ring...” he says, looking at the plant pot that will be all messy in seconds just to find the piece of silver.

chan: he’s the guy who’ll offer to watch cheesy movies with you, paint your nails (even if he sucks at it), or teach you a new dance—and stumbling on his own feet on purpose—just to make you smile. “you deserve to feel cared for.”

[22ayla21]

I've read your ifa post (seriously how handsome he is) x reader, and I have to say that I loved it. What's more, I would very much like to see more scenes with this couple. When you can, there's no rush. My proposal for the future is related to the fact that the girl has that gift with both children and saurians/animals and that ifa dropped the issue of starting making a family... (I need to see this man as a dad so bad)

It is related to this last issue, that is to say that for example the girl is pregnant but does not yet have symptoms of it (the only thing is that the period does not come like every month), and both have noticed that the saurians and animals are more fond of the young woman (so by their heightened senses)

Whisper of Hearts and Paws

When the saurians start to stick to his beloved more than usual, Ifa notices something in their behavior that can change his life forever.

A few days passed. The tent was again filled with soft light, the smells of herbs and medicines, but something in the atmosphere had changed. Ifa noticed it in the morning.

The saurians began to behave strangely. More precisely, not aggressively or excitedly - on the contrary. They began to literally stick to his girl. Before, they were drawn to her - this was understandable: she was warm, affectionate, did not scare them. But now they followed her everywhere, lay down at her feet, purred, rubbed their cheeks against her palms, even argued among themselves about who would lie closer. One particularly persistent baby saurian hid in the folds of her clothes and did not want to come out.

At first, Ifa was amused. Then - it alarmed her. She laughed herself:

"What's wrong with them today? Am I covered in honey?"

He grinned, but inside he felt a memory from the past surface. His friend once told him about his saurians - a faithful female named Lely. She suddenly began to behave strangely - she did not leave her mistress, circled around, meowed (?) anxiously and tried to drag her mistress into the nest. It turned out later that the woman was in the early stages of pregnancy. Lely sensed this long before her mistress realized it.

Ifa straightened up abruptly. His gaze slid to the girl, who was just treating one of the little ones to cookies and laughing. Her face was shining, her movements were light. At first glance, everything was as usual.

But... she had complained of fatigue a couple of times recently. She also said that her period was a little "late", although she attributed it to stress and the change in climate. He did not attach any importance to it then.

But the saurians... they feel. Their sense is sharper than that of many other animals. They sense life, new life. Quiet, barely breaking through, but already real.

Ifa caught her breath for a moment.

He leaned on the table, watching his girlfriend deftly hug the saurian and laugh when he licked her cheek. Her hands were so caring. Her voice was warm. Without knowing it, she was already weaving life into the world that no one else knew about.

He felt his heart beat faster. He would not tell her now – it was too early. He was not a doctor of people, but he was not a fool either. He would give her time, give himself time. Perhaps she would soon understand. Perhaps she should quietly prompt, ask, support.

But for now… he would be there.

He would come up to her, put his arm around her waist and, as always, in a slightly playful tone, whisper in her ear:

"The saurians know something that we don’t know yet…"

She would look at him questioningly, not immediately catching the hint, and he would simply grin and add:

"It seems that my prediction about you as an ideal mother may come true sooner than you think."

This time she would not pat him on the shoulder. She would freeze. Ifa would feel how she slowly turned her gaze to the saurians sleeping at her feet. Then – to her stomach. Her lips would slightly part in silent surprise.

And he'll be there to catch her if the excitement hits. To hold her and whisper:

"It's okay. We'll get through this. You're not alone."

[moonstruckme]

Oh! Oh! I’m not the anon who asked about Jily x reader but your response made something spark in my brain. So picture a super cosy, soft scene where one of them comes home from a long and draining day of work to one of their loves in the kitchen baking, and then the third comes home with dinner and it’s all just soft and domestic. My heart! I think I can see the Jily x reader appeal

Thank you for requesting lovely! I feel like I'm still getting my sea legs under me with them but so far I'm really enjoying writing for them :)

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

The front door opens, and you say “Hi,” with a question in your voice, unsure who’s made it home first. 

The answer comes in the quiet scrape of a chair being pulled out. Only one of your partners is given to actually sitting down to take their shoes off, rather than toeing them off and being shocked when the backs get scuffed. “Hi, love,” Lily replies. 

“Hi,” you say again, warmer now. “Hey, could you help me with something when you’re done?” 

“Yeah, with what?” 

“My hair won’t stop getting in my face.” You blow a strand away from your eye. It comes right back. “And my hands have dough on them.”

“Just a second.” You hear the chair being pushed back under your table, the quiet padding of socked feet as your girlfriend comes up behind you. As usual, she’s come prepared, a hair tie already on her wrist. Gentle fingers sweep strands away from your face and draw it all back into a loose ponytail. Lily presses a kiss to your nape once she’s done. 

“Thank you,” you say, and she hums, settling her arms around your waist. “How was your day?” 

Lily sighs and rests her chin on your shoulder. “Long.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, lovely. Anything in particular?” 

“Not really. Just one thing after another, you know.” She toys with the loose knit of your sweater, sticking her finger through a hole. “I’m happy to be home.” 

The fondness that bleeds through you feels warm and sticky. “I’m happy you’re home, too,” you say with a smile.

You feel her lips curve in kind as she kisses your shoulder. “What’re you making?” 

“Cinnamon roll cookies. They’re more complicated than I thought, but I figure even if I mess them up they’ll at least smell nice when they’re baking.” 

“Good thinking. You won’t mess them up, though.” 

You both hear a key being fitted into the lock outside, and Lily calls out, “It’s open!”

“What?” The voice is muffled through the door. The key retracts, the handle twists. “Why is it open?” James asks as he comes inside. “I could be a murderer.” 

“Because I knew you’d be right on my tail,” says Lily, at the same time as you say, “What makes you think someone would want to murder us?” 

“Well, I’d rather you not find out,” James replies. He toes off his shoes and sets a large paper bag on the table. “Especially when I’m not home.” 

“Oh, because surely we need a man to protect us? We could do just as well in a fight whether you were here or not.” 

Looking at your tall, muscled boyfriend, you have to admit privately that this may be factually untrue. By the look Lily gives you as she goes to give him a kiss, she also disagrees with your argument even if she respects it. 

“Let’s just keep the door locked and that way none of us ever have to fight,” James says as she steps into his arms. He smiles. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Lily pecks him on the lips. “What’s in the bag?” 

“Dinner. I know I was meant to cook tonight, but I decided on the way home to pick up instead.” 

“Oh no,” you say mournfully. “Did you have a bad day, too?” 

“No.” James looks at you, confused. “Who had a bad day?” 

“Lily did.” 

“It wasn’t bad, it was just draining,” your girlfriend qualifies, though this doesn’t stop James from cooing and folding her into a hug. “I’m really fine.” Her voice is muffled against his chest. 

“I must’ve had a sixth sense, then.” James kisses her hair. “I got your favorite.” 

“No, did you really?” You can hear Lily perk up. She doesn’t completely remove herself from his embrace but frees one arm and cranes her neck to look inside the bag. “Thank you, love.” 

“Don’t thank me, thank my telepathy,” he says, letting her go so she can start grabbing forks and napkins for you all to eat with. 

James makes his way over to you, leaning against the counter so he can see your face while you work. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, his hair fluffy like he’s been running his fingers through it or he rolled down the window on the drive home.

“And how was your day?” he asks you. 

“My day was good.” You grin at him. He returns it with twice the enthusiasm. “I finished my book, and I found this recipe for cinnamon roll cookies.” 

James’ gaze doesn’t dip to where you’re folding the cinnamon mixture into your dough. He nods as he keeps looking at your face, eyes warm. He’s still smiling. 

“What?” 

“Did you know you have a little bit of flour on your cheek?” 

“Oh, why’d you ruin it?” Lily asks, bustling through the kitchen to get you water for dinner. “I wasn’t going to tell her.” 

“What?” You look over your shoulder in betrayal. “Is it a lot? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” 

Lily turns off the tap, giving you a sheepish smile and a lift of her shoulders as she passes by you again. “It’s cute.” 

“It’s very cute,” James agrees. “Want me to get it for you?” 

“Yes.” You roll your eyes at your girlfriend. “Please.” 

James uses his thumb to brush off your cheek, holding your face in his hand while he does. His smile is still firmly in place, soft around the edges with a sweet fondness. He keeps rubbing until you’re sure the flour has to be long gone, until warmth kisses your cheeks and it’s just touching.

“Love you,” you say softly. 

James’ cheeks dimple. “Love you, sweetheart.” 

“Will you turn the tap on for me?” 

He does, and you wash your hands in the sink, leaving the rest of the baking for after dinner. 

“Oh, good.” Lily comes back into the kitchen. “Are you ready to eat? I’m worried it’s going to get cold.” 

“We’re ready,” James answers for you. “Just washing up.” 

“Jamie.” Lily smiles at you as you step away from the sink to let him have his turn. “You didn’t get it all.” 

“I got distracted,” says James. “Anyway, I thought you liked it there.” 

She beckons you closer. “I do, but if you’re going to get it, you may as well finish the job.” She brushes a fingertip over your cheek, pretty eyes crinkling. “There. Perfect.” 

“She’s always perfect.” James dries his hands on a towel. He kisses you when you smile bashfully. 

“The food’s getting cold,” you remind them. 

“Excuses, excuses.”