#THANK YOU THOUGH I'VE HAD THE THOUGHT IN MIND FOR AWHILE

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Can you write a short somno fic for Sylus but he’s already been doing it for awhile? And he feels so damn guilty about it but genuinely can’t stop because it’s like an addiction to him now? :)

In Somno

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, nonconsensual somnophilia, noncon, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, facials

Summary: Sylus just can't help himself when it comes to your sleeping body <33

Over and over he'd tell himself how wrong this was. How terrible he was for using you like this. All he could think about when he picked you up now was how long it would be before he got to cum on your pretty face again. How could he even think such thoughts? All that guilt would quickly subside as soon as you started yawning though.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

AN: Sorry anon, I know you said "short" but I got really excited and got carried away. So lets just say this is my version of a short fic LOL. Also thank you thank you thank youuuu for requesting this, I've been itching to write another somno fic hehehe. Btw the title means “In slumber” in Latin!!! :33

He hadn't intended for things to escalate to this point.

Normally, Sylus was a master of self-control, able to reign in his desires with ease. But on that particular day, something had been stirred within him, something that he couldn't quite explain. It had started when he saw you lying in his bed, fast asleep and naked, after a long and exhausting mission. You'd taken a shower and had passed right out. Your fatigue had been palpable, and he had gone to cover you with a blanket, his hand accidentally brushing against the side of your breast.

Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't meant to touch you like...that. His hand lingered for a moment, a mere whisper of contact, before he moved it away as if it burned. He stared at you, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil his innocent touch had ignited within him. He had always prided himself on his ability to control himself. Yet here he was, his heart pounding, his body betraying him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It was just a touch, he told himself. A harmless, accidental touch. But his body refused to listen, his mind refusing to let go of the softness of your skin, the warmth that had radiated from you. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to touch you again, to trace the curve of your breast, to feel more of your warmth.

He knew he should leave, let you rest, should respect your sleep. But he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to tear his eyes away from you. He had seen you naked before, had seen you sleep countless times. But this was different. This time, he felt something stirring within his groin as he watched your naked chest rise with each breath. Your beautiful, peaceful face was messing with his senses. He tried to dismiss it, to attribute it to the fatigue of the long day, the heat of the room, anything but the truth.

The truth was, you two hadn't had much time for each other lately, and even less for anything intimate. The lack of physical connection had left him pent up, achingly so. He couldn't remember the last time you'd both had a moment to yourselves, a moment to explore each other's desires and needs.

As he sat there, looking at you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of longing. He shut his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. Better to quell the urge to touch you now, and then forget about this, he figured. He reached back over, his hand gently touching the soft roundness of your breast, giving it a light squeeze. The touch sent a spark of electricity through his body, and he felt his cock harden in his pants.

Shit. He had definitely just made it worse.

You stirred, letting out a soft whine, and he felt his heart skip a beat. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a sweet melody that only added to his arousal. He quickly withdrew his hand, however, as you began to shift and turn your body away from him in your sleep.

Your butt was now completely visible to him. His heart dropped into his stomach. You had always been the only one to undo his calm, to make him feel this way. He ran his fingers through his hair, now having an internal battle within himself. It felt wrong...undeniably wrong...and yet…

One thing had led to another, and he found himself carefully pushing his fingers inside your wet folds. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he was breathless as your cunt sucked in his fingers bit by bit. The feeling of your inner walls clamping down on his fingers sent his mind into a frenzy, and he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to be inside you.

How wet you'd be.

How tight you'd be.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his boxers, pressing against the back of your leg. He pressed himself against your butt lightly, trying to relieve some of the ache that had been building up inside him.

It wasn't enough.

You began to squirm, your body shifting slightly in your sleep, and he froze. He didn't remove his fingers, but ceased his motions...as if pausing could erase what he’d just done. He watched you closely, heart pounding, waiting to see if your eyes would open. If they did, he told himself, he’d just say you two had dozed off like that. Just a sleepy accident.

The lie formed easily in his mind, but the weight of it hit hard. He had never lied to you before...and now, standing on the edge of it, he felt something bitter twist in his gut. Shame crept up his spine, hot and sharp, settling in his face until his skin burned. But he didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. He smothered the guilt with silence, burying it under the oldest excuse in the book: what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.

As you pressed your backside against him, unknowingly in your sleep, he felt a surge of desire wash over him, replacing all guilt and shame with a primal, aching need. The pain in his groin became almost unbearable, and he couldn't bring himself to care about anything else except satisfying his craving for you.

Within the next few minutes he had rid himself of his underwear, lifted your leg and slowly began to sink his aching, throbbing cock inside you, only a little bit at first. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt himself plunging into you over and over, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. His hand gripped the roundness of your ass, holding you in place as he thrust into you, his fingers digging slightly into your skin.

"Ah...fuck. Kitten, Im sorry..."

He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan as he sunk himself deeper, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room filled with the sound of your bodies meeting, the creaking of the bed, and his ragged breaths. He could feel every inch of you, tight and warm around him. He wanted to savor this moment, to imprint it on his memory forever. He reached around, finding your clit with his fingers, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You moaned softly, still deeply asleep, arching your back to meet him.

"Mghn...S-sylus..."

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He was worried that you had woken up, that you would discover him inside you, and that everything would be ruined. He lay there, holding his breath, as he frantically thought of excuses, of ways to explain what was happening.

But as the seconds passed in silence, and you didn’t move, he began to ease—just slightly. He glanced over, searching your face for any sign that you were awake, that you knew. But your eyes stayed shut, your expression calm, untouched. Still lost in sleep.

You looked so docile, so innocent and soft with your mouth agape, small snores escaping your lips. He hates that he feels a rush of arousal looking at you in such a vulnerable state, peacefully sleeping in his bed.

He wondered if you were thinking you were having a dream, if your subconscious was responding to his presence inside you. The thought sent a thrill through him, and his cock twitched in your inner walls. Maybe you wanted him too? Even in your dreams?

As he began to thrust again, this time with a bit more force, he could feel the pressure building up inside him. The ache in his groin was becoming almost unbearable, and he knew he was on the verge of cumming. He groaned, the sound choked out of him as he struggled to maintain control.

But as he looked down at you, still asleep and unaware of what was happening, he knew he had to pull out. As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't risk finishing inside you. Surely you'd put two and two together when you woke up and he'd be caught.

With a strangled groan, he forced himself to pull out, his cock throbbing with the effort. He gripped the sides of your hip, holding himself up as he shot a hefty, sticky load of his cum all over your inner thighs. The sensation was intense, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he finally released the pent-up tension.

As he looked down at the mess he had made, he felt a pang of guilt and anxiety. What would you think if you woke up and found out what had happened? Would you be angry, would you be scared? He didn't know, and the uncertainty was eating away at him.

So he simply cleaned you up as best as he could, and when you awoke the next morning you were none the wiser. You did question the ache between your legs, but fortunately for him you simply chalked it up to pushing yourself too hard during the mission. Besides, your entire body hurt already. What was one more area?

He swore that would be the last time.

Except it wasn't.

You didn’t always spend the night, but when you did, it was usually because you were too tired to head home after a long day. Sylus would swing by and bring you back to Onychinus’s base without complaint. You’d shower, get comfortable, and eat whatever dinner he’d ordered the chef to make you—just like always.

Then the two of you would settle in. Maybe you’d watch a movie, maybe listen to one of his new records. It was an easy routine. Comfortable. Soothing.

Eventually, you’d get too tired to keep your eyes open, and drift off beside him on the couch.

Then he’d carry you to the bedroom—slow, careful, as if you might break in his arms. On the surface, it was about comfort. He wanted you to sleep well. To feel safe.

But underneath that was something more selfish. He wanted to test the limits. To see how close he could get, how much movement he could do before you would stir, how long his hands could linger on your skin.

Most nights, you didn’t even move. You stayed limp and warm in his arms, face tucked against his neck, breath slow and even. It should have calmed him.

Instead, it made things worse.

Guilt curled in his chest like smoke. You trusted him. Implicitly. You let yourself go completely in his care. And he hated how that trust made something coil low in his groin, thick with heat and desire to strip you down and plunge himself in your wet walls.

And that's exactly what he did. Night after night, he'd start carefully moving your underwear to the side, swiftly inserting the head of his hardened cock inside you, and fucking you until a creamy white ring of your juices formed around the base of his shaft. Touching your breasts, butt, and pussy in ways you'd never let him before. And just as he felt himself about to release, he'd quickly pull out, covering your soft skin in his cum. Sometimes it was your thighs, sometimes your back. He'd even gotten bold enough to do your face at one point.

To compensate for the guilt that gnawed at him every time he let himself fall into his dark cravings, Sylus had started buying you more gifts.

At first, it was subtle—a snack you liked, a book you’d mentioned in passing. But it escalated quickly. If you so much as glanced at something in a store window while the two of you were out, or paused a moment too long while scrolling on your phone, it would show up in your hands within days. Sometimes hours.

You noticed, of course. It was hard not to.

“Another one?” you’d ask, brow arched in amused suspicion as you unwrapped a new plushie, or a piece of jewelry that matched your favorite dress, or a gadget you’d casually mentioned needing just once.

When you asked him why he was suddenly giving you so much, he’d just shrug—casual, like it meant nothing.

“You've always been spoiled, why question it now?” he’d chuckle.

As if that explained everything.

And maybe it did. At least, enough to keep you from pressing further.

Because to him, each gift was a way to say I’m sorry I touched you too long, I’m sorry I wanted more than I should, I’m sorry I’m not being honest. I love you so much.

It was his way of trying to be good for you.

Even as the craving got harder to ignore.

Over and over he'd tell himself how wrong this was. How terrible he was for using you like this. All he could think about when he picked you up now was how long it would be before he got to cum on your pretty face again. How could he even think such thoughts? All that guilt would quickly subside as soon as you started yawning though.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

He found himself unable to stop. Would you really blame him if you found out? You must clearly want it too...the way your body greedily sucked in his cock, squeezing around it like a warm, wet vice. It was as if your body was begging him not to pull out, to keep going, to keep giving you more. Every time he thrust into you, your muscles would contract, holding him in place, and then release, allowing him to slide back out, only to repeat the process again. It was a sensual, intoxicating rhythm, one that threatened to consume him whole.

And the soft little whines you made when he was stretching you out or when he pumped into you a little harder than he meant to drove him absolutely crazy...

He'd promptly cease his movements, gently shushing your little noises while he waited for you to calm.

"Im sorry, baby. I didn't mean it, stay asleep for me," he would coo, his voice a soft, gentle whisper, as he gazed down at your sleeping face. He would pause for a moment, his chest heaving with desire, as he struggled to control his own needs. But then, with a quiet sigh, he would resume his movements, his hips slowly rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with a smooth, gentle rhythm.

As he moved, he would continue to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his words a soothing balm to your sleeping form. "Just need to see you covered in my cum one more time..." His voice was a gentle hum, a vibration that seemed to resonate deep within your body, as he continued to pump into you.

He did this for several weeks, reassuring you whenever you began to grow concerned at the continued ache between your legs. Of course, you'd trust him. Relax after. He'd feel terrible but he'd tell himself it was for your own good. You just felt too good. Too soft, so warm.

Tonight was no different. You both were watching a new movie in his home theater this time, when you promptly yawned. Immediately he felt his breath get shallow, and his pants get tighter.

“Tired, kitten?” Sylus asked, his voice lower than usual—rough around the edges, like he was holding something back. He reached for the remote and shut off the screen, the soft click echoing in the quiet space between you.

You nodded through a sleepy stretch, arms lifting lazily above your head before collapsing into your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, eyes already heavy. “We never finish these movies. I just…I don’t know. I’m always so tired now.”

There was a faint furrow in your brow as you said it—genuine regret, like falling asleep beside him was some kind of failure.

He leaned in without hesitation and kissed your forehead, slow and deliberate. His lips lingered there a moment longer than they needed to, soaking in the warmth of your skin.

“You don’t have to apologize for being sleepy,” he said softly, slipping one arm under your legs and the other around your back. “You’re welcome to come back and finish it any time.”

You didn’t respond.

He was rock hard now.

As he rose to his feet with you cradled in his arms, your body melted into him completely. Your head dropped to rest against his collarbone, lips parted in the beginnings of sleep. He felt the small puff of your breath against his neck—warm, steady.

Halfway down the hallway, he glanced down at you.

Out cold.

He smiled. There was something in your face when you slept—unguarded and soft. Your lashes fluttered faintly, cheek pressed against the curve of his chest like you belonged there.

“They must be working you to the bone,” he muttered to no one, voice barely audible.

Unfortunate for you.

But for him…

You felt incredibly wet and tighter tonight. He'd boldly set you on your back this time, not wanting to miss a single facial expression or noise. Even if it meant being more gentle than usual. He watched greedily as your breasts bounced up and down with his movements. He leaned down, hands on either side of your head, trying with strained effort to quiet his groans.

"How am I ever going to stop doing this to you? You feel so good," he hissed through his teeth, his voice a low, tortured whisper, as he struggled to keep his gentle rhythm. His cock was buried deep inside you, and with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of his tip grazing your cervix was almost unbearable, threatening to overwhelm him.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched in a fierce effort to hold back, but it was no use. The feeling of being inside you, of being surrounded by your warm, wet flesh, was too intense, too addictive. He couldn't get enough of it, couldn't get enough of you. And as he looked down at your sleeping face, he knew that he was doomed, trapped in a cycle of desire and pleasure that he couldn't escape.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, as he chased the sensation, as he sought to prolong the pleasure. And with each stroke, he felt himself getting closer, closer to the point of no return, closer to the moment when he would finally succumb to his desires and let go. "Hah...gonna cum...," he growled, his voice a low, animalistic snarl as he felt his orgasm building.

"Mmmm..."

As you began to squirm under him, your eyes peering open just a bit, but still not enough to be considered awake, he felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement. Were you waking up? He should stop, he knew he should, but he couldn't. He was too close, too caught up in the moment, too desperate to cum inside you.

He leaned in closer, his large body encasing yours, his warm breath whispering against your ear. "Shh...I'm almost there baby...don't wake up..." He pleaded, his voice a low, husky whisper, as he tried to calm you down, to keep you from waking up and discovering what was happening.

But you whine, sleepily grabbing onto his arms, your hands wrapping around his biceps like a vice. You clearly aren't aware enough to even realize what's happening, and he takes advantage of that, using it to his benefit. He continues to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into your wet flesh with a relentless rhythm.

As he looks down at your face, he can see the faintest glimmer of awareness in your eyes, but it's not enough to stop him. He's too far gone, and he knows that he's going to cum inside you, no matter what. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Fuck..."

As he pushes as far as he can go, his hips stuttered, jerking forward with a mind of their own, as his cock pulsed, throbbing with the intense force of his release. As he came, he felt his cock unleash a torrent of cum, wave after wave of it flooding into your body, filling you to the brim.  A wave of relief crashed over him, drowning out the relentless hunger that had been gnawing at him all night.

As he looked down at you, Sylus noticed you were starting to squirm again, your body shifting slightly under the covers. You were clearly on the verge of waking up. Your brows twitched, your breathing changed, and your fingers gave a small, unconscious twitch.

Thinking quickly, he moved to wrap himself around you, encasing your body in his arms in a way that was both protective and possessive. His chest pressed against your back, one arm curling securely around your waist, hand resting just beneath your ribs.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering open for a brief moment—glazed, unfocused—before slowly slipping shut again. He felt your body melt against his, the subtle tension in your shoulders and spine easing as sleep reclaimed you. Your breathing evened out. You relaxed fully in his grasp.

Relieved, Sylus allowed himself a quiet breath of his own, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissipate as he gazed down at you. He looked down to see the remnants of his cum slipping down the trails of your thighs, a warm, sticky liquid that glistened in the dim light. 

He would definitely have some explaining to do when you woke up...guess it was time to buy that cart full of items you'd been begging for...

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P.3. Hopefully Charming?

Part Three

Pairings: Mafia!Bat Boys / Clueless!Reader

Summary: Reader finally goes on her first date with the batboys!

Word Count: 1.7K+

Tags: first dates, flirting, skirting around heavy topics of convo, author lowkey hates this chapter and might rewrite it.

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I looked at myself in the mirror with a small smile. I had the dress stuffed in the back of my closet for a while, it had been a good night for tips when I bought it and I'd had my eye on the gorgeous black piece in the window for awhile. I justified it pretty well but truth be told this was the first time I'd worn it since that night a few months ago. 

The sparkly black fabric hugged all my curves in all the perfect places, accentating just right in the areas of my body I sometimes felt insecure in. I had my hair curled and in a bun framing my face and I felt beautiful. I had kept the jewelry light but worn some of my favorites.

They hadn't told me where we would be going just yet, only to be ready by 7 and to look nice. My stomach flipped at the memory of who I was going out with- my bosses. plural. 

I shuddered in excitment, leaving my bedroom with my matching black heels in hand. A quick glance at my phone told me it was 6:54 and after slipping my shoes on and grabbing my purse I headed to lobby. 

My mind whirled the whole elevator ride down. I'd been working there for a almost a year and hadn't noticed any signs they found me interesting. I shouldn't be going out with my bosses, what would my coworkers say? what if this went horrible wrong and I was out of a job?

The elevator doors dinged open and there I saw Rhysand entering the lobby all my worries draining as my heart fluttered at the smile he gave me. Even though it was stupid as all hell. I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine whenever any three of them looked at me like that. 

I started walking towards him and once he was in earshot he spoke first. "I would've come up and retrieved you." 

"Well what kinda girl would I be to let you see my place before the first date even started?" 

"I don't think it says anything about you, but certainly about what kind of man I am for not even walking all the way to your front door." I just rolled my eyes and as soon as I reached him he pressed a kiss to my hand, those almost violet eyes roving over me appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning darling." 

"You clean up pretty well yourself." 

He smiled, offering me his arm and I took it. "Thank you, I don't have to try all that hard."

I couldn't help but chuckle, the cool wind brushing against my neck as we stepped outside and making goosebumps run up my arm, certainly not because of his close proximity. "I revoke my earlier compliment then, seeing as your ego is certainly big enough without my help." 

He placed his free hand where his heart was, feigning hurt. "Ouch. And here I thought I was making progress." 

I didn't get a chance to respond as he opened the car door for me, making sure I was seated before closing it and heading to the driver's side. I couldn't appreciate the leather seats and nice interior when I noticed Cassian and Azriel weren't in the car. 

"Don't worry darling they were elected to set up the resturant while I get to be your personal chauffeur." 

I blushed slightly, embarassed he could read my disappointment so easily but quickly changed the topic. "So it's a resturant then?"

He didn't say anything just as I exepected, they'd been infuriating quiet the entire week. He just roared the engine to life and headed down the streets of Velaris. "I hope it's not Sevanda's I've heard that place sucks." 

Even though I was slightly joking I truly hoped he didn't take me to his own resturant I'd already spent enough time there as is, taking me on a date there seemed a bit egotistical.

He chuckled and I couldn't help but notice how good he looks behind the wheel of a fast car, his strong hands gripping the leather confidently as if he'd done this a thousand times or more. Leaning back in the seat to get comfortable. "I've heard the owner's are especially wicked."

"I've met them, they're not that bad."

"No?"

"Nah, except they totally hijacked my date, very rude to be butting in their employees personal lives." 

"You should go to the National Resturant Association. That's very unprofessional." 

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. "Well it's a good thing I think they're cute."

"Don't let Cassian hear you say that. I don't think any of us will ever live it down." 

I turned to smile at him, only to realize his eyes were on mine before returning to the road. His hand quietly fell off the steering wheel and settled on my thigh just slightly above my thigh, his body tensed as if waiting for a rejection.

The touch sent electricty through my skin and I my heart started beating faster. In reality we didn't know each other all that well even if there had been..moments. 

I however didn't make a move to remove it, content to let this feeling last however long it would. Wishing he would move those hands further up.

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I couldn't help but gasp in awe when we arrived, Rhysand had his eyes covering mine during the elevator ride and after a few steps he finally removed them. It was a rooftop resturant, with dim lights and expensive seating. I could see the whole city for miles. "Where are we?" 

"Le cœur"

I whirled around to face him. "You're joking."

He cocked his head to the side. "No."

"It's friday night and this place is completely empty. Le cœur is always busy, my friend works here."

He just shrugged his shoulders. "I have friends here too."

"Are you trying to intimidate me with your money?" I joked. 

"We were trying to show off." A familiar voice said from behind me and I turned to face Cassian and Azriel. Grateful to see them. "Is it working?" Rhys asked, leading me to a the closest table with the best view. Velaris spread out below us the Sidra glinting in the setting sun.

"Write me a check then we'll see." 

Cassian laughed, claiming the spot right next to me while Azriel and Rhysand took the seats across. "I'm kidding obviously, this is so beautiful thank you so much." I added sincerely. Hoping they werent thinking I was trying to take advantage of them. 

Azriel brushed it off but Rhysand locked eyes with me for a few moments "You're welcome." A waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and a few glasses keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He silently slipped away after that and I didn't even get a chance to thank him. 

"Did you already order?" I asked when I realized there was no menus. "Trust me, Alice cooks what you will enjoy." Cassian said appreciatively patting his stomach. 

I laughed and Azriel silently poured me a glass of wine. "Do you usually go all out with the women you date?"

"Only the extremely beauitful ones." Cassian spoke, his eyes on me and I flushed under his attention.

"We also don't date together…wanted to make it special."

"Wait what?" I turned to face Azriel, Rhys leaned back in his seat his fingers drumming against his wine glass. "Your a unique case." 

"I…don't know what to say to that." I admitted, of course I preened under their attention, who wouldn't? and the fact that they all wanted me enough to share me was a sobering reality, even if it had my heart flipping inside out. 

"You don't have to say anything. It's just important that you know it." Rhys was obviously the smooth talker of the three and I was grateful for his charm easing the tension. I didn't realize how they felt and it made me.…giddy. 

"I don't know how to be on a date with three people." It's my first time being shared too. I silently said and Azriel nodded in quiet understanding yet the man to my side spoke first. "That's alright princess just let us take the lead."

Cassian's smile was infectious and I found myself relaxing with his light charm. "Well what do you like to do for fun?"

"Oh none of those icebreaker questions that's so awkward." I hid a mishevious smile behind my glass. "What do you suggest we talk about then love?" Azriel murmured, leaning forward in his chair to further capture my attention. 

"What's the dumbest thing you've all ever done?"

"Oof went straight for it huh?” Cassian chuckled.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Alright alright. The dumbest thing I've ever done was sneak into Rhys's dad's whiskey cabinent. I was 16 and when he found out about it he was not happy. I ran laps at five am for a whole year rain or shine."

"Wait wait, I thought you were all brothers?" I asked, Cassian had said rhys dad, not ours. 

"Not biologically but we grew up just as close." Rhys said sharing a heavy look with the two other males, spinning a ring on his finger as if in thought. I decided not to push it ay further as it seemed there was a big story there for another time. "And you Azriel, what's the dumbest thing you've ever done?"

"Drive without a sealtbelt." He shrugged and I raised my eyebrows at him. "Driving without a seatbealt? Come on, that's such a lie."

The edges of his lips barely lifted but I noticed and it felt like a small victory from the stoic male. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He repeated my words from earlier and I crossed my arms over my chest. "That's how it's going to be?" 

He didn't say anything just waited for me to contiune and I huffed, taking a pause to think. "The dumbest thing I've ever done was…take seven shots of tequila the night before a big test at med school. They kinda kicked me out.”

"I didn't know you were in school." "Yep." I popped the p before taking a sip of my wine. "I was going to drop out sooner or later so it doesn't matter." I waved the conversation off, hoping to avoid talking about it further. 

Azriel nodded again. "The dumbest thing I've ever done is steal a car."

"You did what?!" I asked and just like that the night kicked off. 

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Hi, hello, just found your blog and I really like it! It's nice here

Anywho, I was slightly curious about your self-aware crk au, and wanted to request something if that's okay!

What I'm really curious about is how do cookies react when you pick them up just to hold them and put them back down/to interactive decorations? How do they react when you drag them over to the castle and let them sit there? (I still find that feature endearing, haha, you can only imagine how many times I've put the deceitful trio/ancients/just the cookies I like there)

Another funny thing to think about is how ancients (and beasts) react if you make the castle look like theirs. Like, select the design of it based on the respective kingdoms?

I thank you very much for the wholesome and funny content, keep up the good work, those are interesting to read :)

Hihiii, thank you so much I'm glad you've enjoyed your time here <33 I'm very happy you find my writing for these silly cookies interesting and entertaining to read. Honestly never thought this account would grow this quickly hehehehe

Onwards to the thoughts!! Chose random cookies for this request

Black Sapphire oho he doesn't mind it one bit. You wish to see him sit at a table? Of course, want to put him at that altar decor with your mycookie? Oh he'd love too, even if it's not actually official. Just want to see him water some flowers? Anything.

Some things he enjoys more than others of course but if you genuinely enjoy just placing him somewhere where he can interact with it? Sure, seeing you smile at such silly things is entertaining to him afterall. He'll make sure to tease you when he escapes though.

Shadow Milk He defo has his favourite decor he loves interacting with, and he loves it more when you directly lead him there. And if he had any decor that was specifically for him? He's giddy when you but it, especially if it costed you gems.

Such a precious currency, yet you use it to buy his decor. Bring him over to it more, or well...if you don't he probably will walk all the way there unless you make him work.

He loves sitting at your castle as well, he stays there for as long as he could, he's even willing to stay forever. (I can see him get annoyed if he can't interact with certain decor, he deserves your attention and you putting him there)

Golden Cheese If I recall, there's a decor for her that is a throne right? Yeah she loves when you place her on that, it's a throne specially for her which adds to it.

There's a reason she sits the way she does on it, she's very proud of the fact you got it for her, seemingly specially for her too. Just watching you buy things for her and fellow cookies special for them, makes her feel so lucky to have you as their "God"

Dark Cacao he loves peacefully sitting on some of the decor, whether that be the the benches, cushions or the castle. He finds it peaceful, plus he's able to sit there for awhile without needing to get up unless you need him too.

While he can still do it on his own volition (haha see what I did there?), having you do it...he doesn't know why, but it's different. He has sworn for most of his life to protect earthbread and his kingdom, it was his duty he never wanted to stop. But within your kingdom walls, as long as you were there. He didn't have to worry about it.

So being able to, in better terms. Relax, and it's you essentailly making him relax. It makes him happy. He prefers the sitting decor but if there's any more interactable ones he's happy to do it for you.

[bbydoll18xx]

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart (Part 3): Grinning Like I’m Winning

Paige Bueckers x reader

The aftermath of a drunken confession.

Word Count: 2k

Themes: more angst, fluff and a happy ending :))

Masterlist

Part 1 - KK tries to set you up on live, and things between you and Paige go south.

Part 2 - You go out on a date. Paige gets drunk. Chaos ensues.

A/N: helloooo thanks to everyone who has stuck with me I know it's been awhile since part 2 (i've had terrible writers block) I really hope you enjoy this! I've got a lot of exciting plans for the next few weeks as well

~

You had barely slept. With Paige’s confession ringing hauntingly in your ears, sleep had evaded you, and you were slowly losing your mind. 

Your thoughts were swirled with anxiety and a creeping giddiness that threatened to bubble up and ruin the strict boundaries you had placed on your psyche to prevent ruining your cherished friendship with Paige. Her actions hinted towards perhaps a mutual feeling, but the devastating thought that it was just the alcohol teasing you, made your heart drop to your ass. 

You and Paige had previously had several run-ins with close calls with drunken confessions and touches and glances that had felt a little less than friendly. But you had both brushed them off, thinking it was easier to internalize the confusing feelings than dealing with them head on. 

Your thoughts drift back to the way she held onto you last night, as if she was terrified of losing you, and you cannot forget the way she launched into you when you came to pick her up from the bar, whispering into your neck about how she missed and needed you. 

Was it friendly? Maybe, but the hopefulness in you made you think it was laced with something more. And you were going to ride that high until reality came to slam you back to the crushing realization that you and Paige were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Paige shifts beside you, moving closer into the warmth emitting from your body, and a quiet hum of content leaves her throat. You run a hand through her soft hair, gently scratching her scalp, pulling her out of her slumbers. She opens the eye that wasn’t smushed against her pillow, blinking a few times as her brain registers your presence. 

“Hey,” she whispers, her voice huskier than normal, and your belly flips at the sound. Her morning voice was a personal weakness of yours, and not being able to hear it the last week had affected you more than you liked to admit. 

“Mornin’, P. How’re you feeling?” You ask, eyes raking over her face, trying to avoid looking at her lips, as she slowly licked them. 

Paige groans, rubbing her eyes. “I drank way too much last night,” she mumbles. 

You agree with her, nodding your head as a chuckle threatened to escape. “You usually can hold your alcohol better than that. What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, jostling you as she does so, a gentle reminder of how close she was to you. “How was your date?” she asks, effectively changing the subject.

Your heart falls again as you recall the disastrous end to your date with Scarlett, and you sigh. “I’m guessing you didn’t hear?”

Paige shoots you a questioning look, shaking her head adorably, eyes still clouded with sleep and her hangover.

You clear your throat. “She basically just wanted to go out with me to get closer to you,” you trail off, the embarrassment washing over you once more. “So I walked out on her.”

“Fuck, baby,” she breaths, a look of pity enveloping her features. “You deserve so much better than that.”

��It’s fine,” you mumble. “I think I’m just going to be on my own for a while, ya know? I’ve had so many bad dates this past year, and it’s getting discouraging.”

“You never know, though. The right girl, o-or person might be closer than you think,” she says, stuttering over her words. 

“Maybe. Just tired of people fucking me over,” you say, hoping she doesnt hear the audible crack in your voice. But it’s Paige, and because you’re you, she doesn't miss it, and her face morphs into one of sadness and regret. It haunts you, and all the aching in your chest slams back into you at an alarming force, crushing you. 

A few moments of silence pass, and after you had shoved your face back into your pillow to hide from the cruel reality of your ridiculously embarrassing dating life, Paige speaks. Her voice is quiet, an echo that subsequently shatters any last attempts to hold on to the friendly confines of your relationship.

“I’d never fuck you over.”

Peeking back up at her, your face softens at her admission. “I know, P. That’s why I love you, ya know,” you respond, and her face flushes. 

Neither of you were awake enough to scrutinize over the verbiage, but in both of your hearts, you knew it was more than a friendly kind of love. It was enough for now. But not for long, as you would both come to realize.

~

“I really thought she liked me. And i just want someone who actually gives a fuck about me, ya know? Like my standards are literally on the floor at this point, and I’m still alone,” you mumble, a pout on your lips as you recount your latest failure of a date with Scarlett to Azzi and Jana. You’re squished between them on the couch in Paige’s apartment, and the blonde could not keep her eyes off of you.

Her gaze was hot, and you could feel it follow you from the second you walked through the door with a sour expression covering your face, bitter that you could not have Paige. 

Her words were still on a constant loop in your mind, incessantly mocking you over the fact that you were still just friends, and you were too much of a coward to risk ruining things with her. So you resorted to bitching to the other girls, appreciating that your distaste for dark haired girls who fawned over Paige Bueckers was the perfect distraction.

Across the room, Paige listened to your diatribe, trying to pump herself up to just admit her feelings to you now that she was sober. The other girls were simultaneously shooting her looks of pity and encouragement, aware of her feelings. It was easy to notice how Paige had gotten absolutely wasted in your absence, and it was well known that her drunken ramblings of how pretty you were and how she fucking loved the way your hair flowed over your shoulders were not just from the effects of the alcohol. It was something more.

It would always be something more.

“Lots of people give a fuck about you,” Azzi says soothingly, patting you on the shoulder. “Someone might be closer than you think,” she adds, and you don't miss the gleam in her eye.

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave her off with a lighthearted eye roll. “That’s what Paige said.”

Paige nearly jumps at the sound of her name, and Jana covers her mouth to muffle a laugh. 

You look over at Jana. “What is so funny?”

She clears her throat, trying to play it off. “Nothing!”

You squint at her, trying to figure out her angle. The girls were acting so weird tonight. You were naturally perceptive, and you definitely weren’t an idiot; you could see the shooting looks sent between you and Paige from the other girls. And you could actually see the wheels turning in KK’s head as she exclaimed “I’m bored. Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”

Your heart begins to race as your nervous system goes into overdrive. You would not put it past KK, or any of the other girls, to try and reveal your feelings to Paige for a laugh.

The thought of unreciprocated feelings was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and hide forever, and despite Paige’s drunken admission still ringing in your ears, you had not let yourself believe that there was any truth to it. Because believing that she actually loved you was almost too much. 

KK claps her hands, gathering everyone into a large circle on the carpeted floor, pulling you from your worries. You sigh, getting up from your spot on the couch and plopping down next to Ice and Aubrey. Paige was sitting directly across from you, and for what feels like the tenth time since you had walked through the door, Paige was staring at you with those goddamn blue eyes and an expression that was hard for even you to read. 

Fuck, this was not going to be pretty.

The game started out innocent enough. Aubrey had started, asking everyone to take a drink if they had participated in underage drinking, eliciting laughs from the younger girls who were in fact currently underage. 

Next to Aubrey was Jana, who asked the group who had ghosted someone before. You once again sipped your drink, as did everyone else. The pounding in your heart lessened, hopeful that no one was planning on being too messy tonight.

The game continues for a few minutes with no issues. The drinks are quickly drained as more and more questions are asked. Soon enough, it’s KK’s turn and the sly grin on her face makes you instantly nervous again. KK was the one constantly encouraging you to admit your feelings to Paige, and you knew she would not hesitate to put it all on the line if she thought it was the right thing to do. 

She rubs her hands together mischievously. “Okay, y’all. Take a drink if you’ve ever had feelings for a friend.” 

‘Fuck me,” you think, a flush covering your face. You duck your head, trying to subtly take a drink. Across the circle, Paige drinks, too, and KK hoots loudly.

“Shut up,” Paige mumbles, flipping off the younger girl, and you nod in approval. 

It was now Ice’s turn, and she looks over at KK with a similar grin. “Take a drink if the friend you have feelings for name starts with the letter P,” she smirks.

Your head spins, and you feel all the blood drain from your face. Everyone was looking at you now, including Paige. Your hand shakes as you bring your cup to your mouth, taking a tentative sip, desperately trying to avoid the stares of all the girls, who were now stifling their laughs. 

“Fuck off,” you whine. “I don't wanna play this game anymore.” 

“Take another drink if you’re in love with Paige Bueckers,” KK says with a dramatic wink in your direction, and you give her a death stare.

You ultimately had two choices: deny the fuck out of it or grow a pair and admit your feelings. And in an insane display of bravery, you take one more drink, eyes boring into hers.

The room erupts into cheers and gasps of shock, and you hear multiple mumbles of “finally” as you do so. 

“Get your cute butt over her,” Paige says, patting her thigh with a fond look, and you stand up without even thinking, nearly rushing over to finally be close to her. The great war between your head and your heart was over, and she was yours. There was absolutely no denying that.

She pulls you into her lap, and you lean into her touch, just as you wanted to when she was drunk off her ass. “I told you last night that I loved you,” she said teasingly, and the girls erupt in loud gasps again.

“WHAT?” they yell, causing you to wince at the volume. 

“I thought you were just drunk,” you say shrugging, a small smile on your lips. “How was I supposed to know you actually meant it?” 

“I straddled you, baby,” she stresses, grinning, running her hands across your hips.

“Well, you know now,” you respond.

And she did. And soon the whole world would, too, because there was just no hiding those heart eyes with Paige. All thoughts of your shitty love life evaporated in that moment. Gross frat boys and gold-digging dark haired girls were quickly erased from your memory, and they were replaced with the pretty blue eyes of your best friend who loved you.

You could do it with a broken heart, but now your once cold and desolate heart was full. And that was all because of Paige.

~

@patscorner @lovesickramblingsofmine @jaeyoonstie @obi35

that was fun! thank you so much for reading!! let me know what you think :)

xoxo katy

[baby-tini]

Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

[kiana12113]

Hi! I'm not often requesting something but I just spent the last few hours reading your hcs and I must tell you that there are the best ones I've read so far!! I just wanted to ask if there is a possibility of making more Micah Bell, I can't hide that I love his character and I would gladly read more about him. Wish you a good day! <33

꒰ঌ MICAH BELL HEADCANONS ໒꒱

Aaa, i’m honoredd! Thank you so much ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆_ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ i’ll try my bestt. hope i got this right. XD

ps. sorry this took so long, i had to go to the hospital and rest awhile. (´ε｀；)

WC: 1.6

Micah Bell who rides alone.

Micah Bell who, from birth, up until now — was taught to be stone-hearted, cold, and to live as an outlaw amongst people who he should not care about. He lives merely for himself, for the thrill, to kill, and to survive — within any means. He does so ‘without care’, proudly announcing the fact.

Micah Bell who says things more as a statement to convince himself, rather than those who happen to hear. He’ll always hide in that mask of his, though. Acting like he doesn’t need anyone, or anybody, despite chasing expectations since childhood.

Micah Bell who doesn’t care — and helps people expecting something in return. So, at first, when he sees you, shivering around in Colter, the man shrugs and goes on with his day. He should be doing something better — he thinks. But he keeps seeing you around, like an idiot, and it irks him. He decides before it irritates him too much, that he might as well get you out of the way.

“Hey, woman. You look stupid.” He says, giving you his coat. He looks annoyed, like he’s doing it against his will. And then he leaves, immediately after, not wanting to hear a comment about what he just did.

Micah Bell who raises a brow when he sees you around the camp, mumbling and commenting, just loud enough so you can hear it. “So, when ya gonna—” But you don’t even spare him a glance. “Huh.” And he stands there, lips slightly agape as his eyes follow you around. “Hey, wait.”

Micah Bell who is nosy and impatient. He has his leg moving up and down, pretending to look busy. He can’t help but often steals glances at your way, oddly curious about what you’ve got going on. He’ll curate little plans in his head on how he’ll be able to throw you off from your focus, and get a reaction out of you.

Micah Bell who won’t say it out loud, but the only reason he’s been pissing people off on purpose was to have even some form of communication. No one talks to him willingly, that much is given.

But you did, once — on purpose. You asked him about something, and it turned into a little conversation. Maybe talking properly with you was enjoyable, maybe. He still had to sort that out.

Micah Bell who doesn’t sleep, ever. It’s vulnerability, to some extent — he’s too untrusting for that, the average person would assume. And the man’s an insomniac. He couldn’t sleep, even if he tried. Too haunted by his own thoughts to close his eyes without them running around and making a mess of his mind. He’s always by some trees, alone. He likes to think the loss of sleep couldn’t possibly affect him.

Micah Bell who eyes you around like a hawk. He has his body slumped, cheek rested on his first as his eyes continue to follow wherever you go. At first, he doesn’t even try to hide it — but after that time you looked straight back at him, he learns to be subtle; and he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t want to admit the fact that it made him feel caught.

Micah Bell who loves the idea of pissing you off, of making you mad — but he can’t. He’s always frozen in place, grumbling insults that don’t reach your ears. Every time the man approaches you, he has to think about what to insult you with first. He wasn’t really trying to pick up a real conversation, was he? But he was, unfortunately for him.

Micah Bell who’s become accustomed to the scene of you, wherever, whenever. The smell of you, the voice of yours.

Micah Bell who is an insufferable, nasty man — but sometimes he chooses to be confusing. One time he’ll be running that loud mouth of his, about some nonsense, and the next thing you know, he’s giving you some kind of revolver he’s found. Talked big about ‘high quality’ and how hard it was to get. When you asked why was he giving it to you, he chuckled. “Ya wound me — you ain’t even grateful?” He doesn’t answer the question, because truthfully, he doesn’t know either.

Micah Bell who isn’t concerned, nor worried about anyone else’s wellbeing except for him. Except you, too, apparently — because he’s been leaning against that tree for the past few minutes, keeping an eye on you. He figures, he might as well stay there, since he doesn’t sleep anyway. You and that fever of yours.

Micah Bell who isn’t some kind of lovestruck fool. Hell, he didn’t even know love. For as much as he knew, it was just some word that made everyone crazy. And he knew very well in his heart (if he had one) that he wasn’t supposed to be a victim of it.

Micah Bell who pushes down that feeling bubbling inside him. He knows exactly what it is, but is convincing himself that he doesn’t — and that it isn’t there in the first place.

Micah Bell who does realize, one night — that he’s a nasty, lonely man. One that didn’t deserve to be saved from that feeling, the feeling that has been gnawing and clawing him from inside making its way out. How his heart would throb, and mind would hurt, like several daggers were simultaneously inserting themselves in between the flesh. His skin is tough, thick — not to be penetrated so easily, and yet, there you were; making him an utter fool and highlighting the pinnacle of his stupidity like it was nothing to you at all.

He’s sat alone, like always, and thinking. With a cigarette pursed between his chapped lips, the smoke exits his lungs as quickly as it entered. Micah Bell, ‘lone wolf’, is searching for something, someone. You, who takes away that feeling of loneliness.

Micah Bell who spews insults at your direction like breathing air. Mindless, without thought, quickly — only for one purpose — so that he won’t be obvious. Acting like your mere presence irritates him, and yet, he can’t get enough of it either.

Micah Bell who doesn’t know romance. One would say he’s akin to a blind man trying to get through a maze. But when your fingers graze over his face, all over the stubbles in his beard, he’d like to try, a little— to understand. He hates the way you’re treating him, the way you’re making him hesitate, making him think so much, making him soft — but he sure as hell won’t be telling you stop soon.

Micah Bell who has kissed many, unfortunate women before. Just for the sake of it, for the kick — for the yells and cries of complaint he’d get after. But not like this, no. Your lips were soft, sweet, unlike others. Your hands were fragile to him, dainty, like porcelain. You allowed him that, and he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. This sickening feeling in his stomach, it hurt his ego — though it also stopped the bleeding from within, soothing the need he’s been hiding deep and away for so long.

He’d scoff, tease you for a bit. Talk high of himself for a bit after, masking the surprise he felt.

Micah Bell who felt wanted, for once. Sick man turned tentative; gunner turned thinker. Maybe now he could understand his brother a little more. Though deep down, he’ll forever hear the voice of his father telling him how he’s failed, and how he’s fallen to the hands of some woman.

Micah Bell who finds himself solace in your hands. And his thoughts drift away, like a boat in the ocean of his mind. His words are quiet, almost like a whisper. It’s breathy, like usual, but with thought. He’ll ask you, almost like a joke — if you’d run away with him if he asked. He hopes you would, but maybe he’s pushing his luck.

Micah Bell who is asleep. Dozing off, next to you. He makes almost no noise, chest heaving softly and gently — a complete opposite to when he’s awake. He’s peaceful in this state, and most of all, comfortable enough to lower his guard.

No, you don’t tolerate his actions, what he’s done. What vile things those calloused hands had done and that mouth has said. And yet you stay, ever the more patient and endearing. To die alone, a silent death — was what he had imagined for himself. Now, he’ll have to postpone it a little later.

Micah Bell who feels like a teenager, clueless, learning, again. He had thought he was too old for all of this already, and someone from his past ought to drag his body back to hell. But then again, he’d crawl out, just for a little moment to ask you again. “Darlin’,” “I don’t take ya for an unintelligent woman. But ya really… chose me?”

Micah Bell who lets himself relax, unwind, like he’s been tense his whole life.

Micah Bell who’s got his hands covered in blood, and now he’ll have to pay the price. And maybe, just this time, he’s actually valued life more than simple-minded selfishness. Maybe, in another life, though this one was good enough — he’ll be a greater man than he was.

Micah Bell who rides alone, with the thought of you in the back of his mind.

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Heya! It's been awhile since I last sent an ask here

I've been lurking and enjoying your fics :>

Id love to request something with our boy Sean Macguire since there's not much love for him. Maybe some headcanons in general and maybe how'd act with an S/o that never had sex before?

Ty and I hope you have a great day!

Hey, it's so nice to see you again! I hope you're doing good <3

I will definitely write some general headcanons with him, but I love the second suggestion so much that I had to write something longer <3

Tags: explicit sexual content, no use of pronouns, virgin!reader

Sean McGuire is a man of great confidence, especially when it comes to charming others. He's known for shooting his shot with anyone attractive who happens to be looking his way and you definitely are no exception. The first time he had laid his eyes on you, he knew that he absolutely had to have you. So he's been desperately working on removing your walls, brick by brick to get to your core.

One way of doing that is boasting about his conquests and skills, telling you (and the rest of the camp) how he has never disappointed a single lover or partner. Most of the gang just roll with their eyes when he does that and leave his dramatic declaration uncommented. Though you can't help but find his humor and attempts of wooing you endearing.

Still, you're worried that he might only see you as another "victory", another name to add to his apparently long list of successes. If only you'd know how deep his feelings run. Each glance, each smile directed at him, each moment of your attention, no matter how brief, makes his heart ache. Your eyes just have to lock with his and his oh so quick and sharp tongue numbs within seconds.

And now that he has you beneath him, gazing up at his face, your expression filled with need and want. It knocks the air straight out of his lungs and his mind, for the first time since he can remember, blanks. No words leave his lips, not a single muscle is able to move even an inch. Sean's hands are sweaty and clammy and he has to clench them into fists every now and then to keep the feeling inside them.

Before he had lead you to a more private and remote spot (meaning John's tent lmao. Sean promised that it's fine), away from prying eyes and ears, he had thought about jerking off. Just to make sure that he would last a bit longer than usual, but he was foolish and believed that he wouldn't need to do that. Oh, how wrong he had been. Gazing into your teary and desperate eyes, desperate for him and his touch, he could cum right into his pants.

Steeling his nerves, he tells himself that he needs to stay calm and lock the fuck in. After all, you've confided in him and shared that you haven't been intimate with anyone before. Obviously you're nervous and he doesn't want you to worry more than you already do. The day where you expressed the wish for him to be your first, he could have burst out into applause, a standing ovation in fact.

Sean tends to oversell his capabilities, painting himself as this wild Casanova when he himself knows that that simply ain't true. But Lord have mercy. When you moan and whimper like that, arching your back under his touch, it makes him feel like he's on top of the world. All of his typical cockyness comes back in one sweep and a cheeky grin starts to spread on his face.

"I'll take good care for ya.", he murmurs close to your ear as his hands try to push every possible button that gets more of those angelic sounds out of you.

As much as his dick twitches and throbs with need, Sean still takes his sweet time with you. He works you up until you're sweating, panting and begging for him to take you. That last part alone has him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants in such a careful way as if he's attempting to crack open a safe filled with precious diamonds. The tiniest bit of friction could make him finish thanks to how excited you've made him.

With you being all prepped and ready to take him, he slowly slides it in, biting down on the inside of his cheek to stifle the whimper that is threatening to leave his throat. He freezes in the beginning, both to let you get used to the stretch and for him to focus on not cumming right then and there. Hell, he doesn't remember the last time he has felt this good with anyone and the way your thighs tremble around his hips doesn't help at all.

For the most part, his thrusts are shallow and slow, scared that he might hurt you. Though you squirm under him and arch your back, the look in your eyes a silent plea for him to give you more. Shit and he wants to give you more, but your walls are clenching down on his cock so deliciously that he sees stars. Sean conjures up a mental images to keep him from meeting an early release, as his hips snap forward a bit rougher.

The moan leaving your lips is as sweet as honey to his ears and no matter how much he fights it, he has to pull out now. His face is flushed when he spills his load over your thighs and his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. Before he can say anything about it, you pull him down for a deep kiss which melts him on the spot.

Aftercare at first is rushed and being interrupted, because you have to sneak out of the tent before it's owner notices what's going and maybe shoots you where you stand. Sean ushers you behind one of the wagons where he peppers your face with kisses and holds you by your cheeks.

The intimate moment you had shared will not leave his mouth whatsoever, much to your surprise. He doesn't brag about it, but people do notice that something happened, because he can't keep his hands or lips off you.

[reveryfics]

It's A Date

Pairings: Steven Grant x FtM reader

Summary: Steven has had his eye on a fellow coworker at the museum for awhile, only now finding the courage to actually talk to him

A/n: I feel like Steven would be the confused but supportive type that gets incredibly nervous around his partner.

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Steven took a shaky step forward, his eyes darting everywhere except the one person he desperately wanted to look at. His heart pounded against his chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing in his ears. His hands were clammy, his palms slick with nervous sweat. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, the sudden intensity of his emotions almost overwhelming.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, the sound a tiny, strangled squeak. Finally, he closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to tap the shorter male's shoulder. The man turned around, his head cocked to the side as he regarded Steven with a curious gaze.

"Can I help you?" he questioned, his voice a soft, gentle baritone that sent shivers down Steven's spine.

Steven opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He could only manage another strangled squeak, this one even more pathetic than the first.

"Pathetic," a low, gravelly voice sneered from behind him. Steven flinched, catching a fleeting glimpse of Konshu lurking in the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, I uh… I was wondering if you'd… uh… like to…" Steven stammered, his mind a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts. He desperately searched for the right words, his face flushing crimson. "Would you… would you like to get dinner with me?"

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the

inevitable rejection. He'd made a complete fool of himself.

"I'd love that, Steven," the man replied, his voice surprisingly calm. He tugged nervously at the collar of his crisp white shirt, a small, shy smile playing on his lips. "It's a date."

Steven's eyes flew open, a nervous laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Great, I'll uh… see you then."

They exchanged information, the air between them crackling with a nervous energy. As they returned to their work, the anticipation of their upcoming date lingered, a pleasant weight in their chests.

Later that night, Steven stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wrestling with his unruly curls. He tugged at his suit jacket, undoing the top button, feeling slightly suffocated by the formality of it all. He paced his apartment, a whirlwind of nerves. Finally, he grabbed his blazer and a box of chocolates he'd picked up on his way home – a last-minute, somewhat desperate gesture.

He stood outside the restaurant, his eyes scanning the crowd. Then he saw him. His date was waiting by the entrance, a solitary figure against the backdrop of the bustling city. Steven's breath hitched in his throat. He admired the way the suit accentuated his date's curves, the way his hair framed his face, the confident way he carried himself.

Steven was aware that his date was transgender, though he didn't fully understand the complexities of his identity. It didn't matter to him. He was drawn to this man – his laughter, his passion for his work at the museum, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He was utterly smitten.

His date spotted him and waved, beckoning him over. "Come on," he said, "Let's get a table before the place gets too crowded."

"I uh… I got these for you," he stammered, handing him a small bouquet of roses. "I wasn't sure what your favorite flower was, so I hope these are okay."

Steven's smile widened. "They're beautiful, thank you." Steven then presented him with the box of chocolates. "I remember you saying you liked caramel, so I thought I'd get you these."

They found a table, the initial conversation a bit stilted as they both struggled to find their footing. Eventually, they settled into a comfortable silence, the low hum of the restaurant providing a soothing backdrop.

"I can't remember the last time I've been on a date," his date admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "Most people… well, most people can't seem to get past…" He gestured vaguely towards himself.

Steven couldn't understand why anyone would have a problem with him. He'd known this man for months, and he admired him deeply. "I've never actually been on a date either," Steven confessed, taking a large gulp of his wine. "I'm glad it's with you."

Steven looked at him, his eyes sparkling. "God, you're handsome."

He felt a blush creep up his neck. "I could say the same thing about you."

The rest of the evening flew by. They laughed, they talked, they shared stories. As Steven walked him home, surprised to discover that they lived in the same apartment building, his date turned to him.

"We should do this again," he suggested.

"It's a date," Steven replied, a smile playing on his lips.

As he walked back to his own apartment, Steven felt a sense of euphoria he hadn't experienced in years. This was just the beginning, he realized, the beginning of something wonderful.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I've been reading your posts for awhile now and I genuinely enjoy reading your takes especially with Harry's characterization. so I've been wondering what are your thoughts on the lupin family? especially with teddy? although I still kinda dislike his parents' relationship i still think he's an interesting character and i wished people talked about him more outside of shipping. What would his relationship with harry be growing up? Also Lyall's death was never really confirmed, only hope's was so do you think he and Andromeda raised teddy instead of harry? It still feels odd that remus chose a 17 year old to be his son's godfather surely there were other suitable candidates than a literal teenager.

Thank you so much 💕

So, this is like entirely in my headcanon space since I did not watch/read Cursed Child and I'm not planning to. I don't consider any of the post-book material canon at all except the Quidditch World Cup in 2014, which I accept since it's fun and doesn't go out of its way to ruin established characters. I enjoyed reading it more than the epilogue, so that's something.

That being said, I often prefer to ignore many aspects of the epilogue and the World Cup article when headcanoning post-books events. I also don't engage much with next-gen stuff since I'm more interested in Harry's generation, but I do have some thoughts about Teddy.

With all this out of the way, let's talk about the Lupins.

So, I like Remadora, I think they're alright for the little we see of them. Tonks just deserves so much better than Lupin in my mind. I mean, he wanted to leave her, after he got her pregnant, for his own sense of inadequacy, guilt, and allergy to taking responsibility. Harry was so justified in ripping Remus a new one.

Now, I mentioned here, how I think Remus didn't make Harry Teddy's godfather because he thought Harry was ready (though Harry is more mature and responsible at 17 than Remus is at 37, so...), but as a way to promise Harry that he isn't going to push him, or Tonks, or anyone who loves him away anymore. It was Remus trying to apologize in a weird way that didn't really land. Especially since he goes and dies right after. (can you tell Remus is my least favorite marauder?)

Now, I find it really hard to imagine Remus as a father for Teddy had he lived. Like, I can see Tonks being a cool mom and her and Teddy matching hair colors when walking together and messing with people (and I think she could become more responsible had she lived longer). Remus is a harder one for me to envision as a parent. I mean, I think he'd be relieved that Teddy wasn't born a werewolf, but whenever he'd look at Teddy and Nymphadora, I think Remus couldn't help but feel sorry for himself and like he doesn't deserve them. While making Harry Teddy's godfather was meant to be a sort of promise, I can't see Remus fixing his habits so quickly. I mean, he'd try. But I can also see him, trying to up and leave a few times only to be talked out of it by various characters.

I think his behavior is going to put a lot of stress on Tonks too. Like, While I think they do love each other, I don't know how well their relationship would work in the long run if Remus doesn't bother to work on himself and get his fucking act together.

But in the books they both died, so Teddy is spared the mess his parents' relationship likely would've been and is instead stuck with a different mess of being an orphan with a 17-year-old caretaker. (This kid cannot win. Maybe because both his parents were kinda irresponsible and didn't quite get a grasp on adulthood when he was born)

So, post-DH, Remus and Tonks are dead, Ted Tonks is dead and we are left with a grieving Andromeda who lost all her family (again), a grieving Harry who just keeps losing people, and a newly orphaned barely a-year-old Teddy Lupin.

I think Teddy is an interesting mirror to baby Harry and Neville in a way. His parents died/couldn't take care of him because of Voldemort/his followers and he was left with only a godfather/grandmother. Teddy got both and his godfather isn't in Azkaban, so he has it a little better.

I like to imagine Harry makes sure to be super involved with Teddy's childhood, but I can't imagine a 17-year-old (almost 18) Harry post-war and maybe going back to Hogwarts for 8th year (depends on headcanon) being in a state to take care of a baby full time. I like to think Andy helps out in that first year a lot. I think Andy needs someone, some family to get her through loss. And I think Harry could enjoy Andy's company too. I'm sure she has plenty of stories about a young Sirius, and maybe even a young James, and in my headcanon, Andy somewhat adopts Harry as an extra son too.

Which means she ends up seeing way more Weasleys than she ever expected to. I think the Weasleys, who just lost Fred would understand a lot. I mean, both Andy and Molly lost a child and other family. I want Andromeda be more involved with all of them post-canon. That's my wish.

So Harry is Teddy's official guardian, but he spends loads of time with his grandma and the Weasleys growing up probably. Like, I don't mind him and Victoire being together, though I wouldn't necessarily have been my preferred choice, but I don't really care. They're probably childhood besties because they grew up together.

As for Teddy's relationship with Harry, I think Harry would end up treating him more like a much younger brother than a son. I mean, when Teddy would be 10, Harry would just be 27. Don't get me wrong, Harry could, technically, be his dad, but I think their dynamic is going to be different than that of Harry with his own children. Just because of how young and traumatized Harry is when he gets Teddy.

So, I think their relationship would have its tense points, but they'd also love each other. Like, you know Harry would do his best. He'd be super protective over Teddy, Andy would be, too. Like, no one messes with this kid.

But I also kinda want Teddy making a: "you're not my dad" joke/comment when Harry tries to send him to his room or something and Harry doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry the first time it happens. But I think it would become a recurring joke Harry laughs from.

I think the first years would be the roughest. Everyone's grieving and trying to settle back into a semblance of normal life. Harry never really had a "normal life" he's gonna have no idea what to do with himself and I think Teddy could be a purpose he dedicates himself to. I think these two and Andy could all help each other figure their lives out. But as Teddy grows older and things settle down, it becomes easier.

While I think Harry and Teddy would end up really close, it's not going to be exactly the same relationship Harry and Sirius had. Teddy is going to have a happy childhood, Harry and Andy wouldn't let it be any other way, so he won't have the same grief and trauma Harry did as a child. Like, their dynamic would be less desperate, I think. Like, Harry wouldn't need to stay in a cave and eat rats for Teddy, their situation would be way chiller. Like, I think Harry would be constantly confused about how Teddy ended up being such a cool kid/teen because he doesn't think he could've raised him like that and he would joke about it with Teddy who'd be all sarcastic like: "Obviously, I raised myself here,"

Like, I imagine Teddy with his mother's punk fashion sense and goofiness (the goofiness I believe was 100% shared by Ted Tonks), Remus' voice and constant self-doubt, Andromeda's posture (he sits with his back perfectly straight, okay, Andy didn't let him slouch by the table), and Harry's sarcasm. He's like this mix of them and still his own person.

I think Teddy is likely to go through quite a lot of personal phases to try and figure out his own identity and how he portrays himself. Becouse everyone treats him as the godson of the famed boy who lived, but his dead parents were the last Metamorphmagus and a Werewolf. And he is very close to his grandma, who is a disowned daughter of House Black. Like, this is a kid rip for angst about who he is and who people see him as and him being a Metamorphmagus really leans into it.

Like, a young Teddy making sure to look like Harry in public because he's proud of the connection. Or Teddy mimicking Remus or Tonks' appearance from photos when he thinks about them and misses them or wants to remind strangers who his parents actually are becouse they seem to forget. Like, that could be super fun.

I think Harry's kids would really like Teddy. He's like a cool older cousin/brother who lives with them. Like, I can see them really looking up to him and Teddy would complain to Harry about being followed around by a 3-year-old that won't leave him alone and Harry would just find the whole thing amusing.

(I can also see a post-war Andromeda getting back in touch with Narcissa, so you could involve the Malfoys too if you felt like it. Though I feel like Teddy would just, not like Lucius much)

(Also also, I think Lyall is dead. I feel like if he was alive we would know, yk?)

[sinister-sincerely]

hi sin... :3c ... >:3c

we care youuuuuuu 💜💜💜

much sillies!! & much lovely art!! from @midnight-mourning @luckyyyduckyyy @soupdweller @wyervan & i, for you!!! 🫵

we hope that you are doing well! and that you are taking care, giving yourself grace through the highs & lows alike. it's not always easy, but you're not alone. hopefully this gets a laugh for ya to enjoy 💜

& in the future, if you'd like to draw together, or simply chill ambiently... the offer is always open!

... In full disclosure this took me a wretched amount of time to pull myself together to actually respond to.

(Its a long one, just a heads up. I do think its worth it though)

To say I was floored~ moved~ touched~ The words pale in comparison.

I believe the saying that a measure of someone being a good person is how they treat those that can do nothing for them.

And here I am, a stranger, being shown a kindness that I am not so sure I deserve but am grateful nonetheless.

To think that anyone, let alone all of you, amazing writers, artists, … people I respect and admire thought of me for even a moment to do something like this.

Depression- it holds me back a lot of the time.

It convinces me, like I am sure it does MANY of those readin' this, that your absence in this community, in this world, would not be felt.

There is a reason that I am a part of this community.

Its because it has a way of pulling together some of the most wonderful people I have ever had the pleasure of getting to know.

Now. I wanna return some of that kindness and talk specifically about the ones that pulled together to do this for me. (And also a few that are never far from my mind too)

@divinit3a

You are one of the only people I know that can just be there and your presence felt. Charismatic in the most brilliant way, I love the way your personality shines through everything you interact with (whether that be your writing or something as simple as a Tumblr post)

There is a reason that when you entered the community that people were drawn to you. You have an ability that is both captivating as it is striking in how powerful that magnetism is.

I am so grateful I get to know you, and I am so excited to see what else you create whether that be in this community or elsewhere.

I will always be a supporter, a fan, and most importantly a friend.

Read their stuff!

@midnight-mourning

Sometimes I get caught up in the fact I actually get to speak with the person who has wrote one of my favorite works on AO3.

I first stumbled upon your fic the day it was published and immediately fell in love with the snarky depiction of Sun (and the beautiful mysterious Moon) that you created in a world that has so much more left to be uncovered.

You manage to balance your life along side updating which in of itself seems like such a superpower that I envy to the core.

You also floored me with the kindness you've shown through out us chatting back and forth. Sometimes I feel just in awe that I can say we know eachother…

@luckyyyduckyyy

Talk about someone I've been actively following for awhile- Lucky, your ANE fanfic was one of the very first I read when stumbling upon the DCA community! It inspired me to take a chance at writing myself and posting it for the first time.

If I hadn't come across you- well, I wouldn't be here now… How do you even begin to pay that back?

I have no idea how I can thank you enough for doing that for me, let alone thank you for doing the above for me…

Its my hope that I get to continue to be friends with you, learn more from you and maybe one day manage to give back a fraction of what you've given me…

@soupdweller

AHH! Hi! So- I have no words but thank you.

I've admired your art for a very VERY long time and its such a cool, (and a bit) intimidating (but in a good way) gesture to have this coming from you too.

Your rendering is beautiful.

The way you laid out the DCA's internals still give me steampunk vibes in the BEST way with the colour palette~ I can gush forever but I also wanna seem cool and somewhat mysterious in that 'kinda quiet way'…

… I'll cut that out for now ^^

on a serious note, thank you, you don't know me very well but you still did this and what I mentioned before about the measure of being a good person- that describes you.

@wyervan

… Would it be weird for me to say that anytime I think of the DCA as humans I can't for the life of me not picture the AU forms that you created that has single handedly metamorphosized into a community Slasher Y/N multiverse?

That is an amazing talent, I am just in awe at what you've managed to not only do, but also how you've brought so many people together!

I have so much to say, and yet I don't wanna put my foot in my mouth by actually following through with the amount of admiration I wanna express.

Thank you for taking part in this for me, we don't really know each-other much just yet but I hope that changes. You seem like such an amazing person, I'd love to gossip about skinny, scrawny, somewhat unhinged guys with you sometime.

-

I have a few people I wanna shout out too

@amarynthian-chronicles:

Thank you for always supporting me, even when I don't think I deserve it. You've been an amazing person to me, and I hope I get more opportunities to return the favor

@gniteruirui

Gosh. You've been such a beautiful person to get to know this past year or so. Your artwork gives me life, and seeing your name pop up in all the ways it does makes me smile.

@lets-zofifi-stuff

I hope you continue to have more good days vs bad- I hope the sun shines on you and you always find random luck whenever its needed.

You were one of the first people I made friends with here on Tumblr… I may have also looked back and saw that you even made a post about me when I left Tumblr the first time.

@bubbiethesaur

I don't have enough words to express how much I adore you for just being you. Thank you, I hope I can be a friend that deserves you.

I just wanted to tag you- You are so talented, wonderful, and kind.

Something about you just makes me smile whenever I see your username come up. I've always wanted to get closer to you, friendship wise, but I also get scared because you're so cool.

I've been working on it.

Just know that our conversations in Qwille's discord have always been some of my favorite moments in this community.

@maldefekt

Thank you for reaching out to me- even that most recent time when you saved me from something I know would have haunted me forever!

I am looking forward to getting to know you more

[kiraavi]

season by season, heart by heart

Note: Hello, it's been awhile and I guess we can consider this my return to writing fanfiction! I've been working vigorously on this fic for the past couple days and I truly hope you enjoy!! I do have some potential ideas for a part two but we shall see!

Happy reading! <3

CW: lots of fluff but also smut at the end!!

Summary: You've just moved into the neighbourhood and have taken a liking to the man who lives across the street.

Word Count: 6977

Ao3 Link: Read here!

The house was a bit of a fixer upper. You’d known this, though the realization had become painfully clear within your first few days of living there. The front porch steps were a prime example of its many issues, their uneven and wobbling state having tripped you up at least a dozen times already. The second step up, in particular, seemed less like a mere inconvenience and more like a malevolent force with some sort of vendetta against you. Sure, the house had its quirks, but the neighborhood more than made up for it. It was the sort of place that felt pulled straight from the pages of a storybook—white picket fences, perfectly manicured lawns, and the pièce de résistance; the man across the street. Handsome didn’t do him justice. He was the kind of attractive that made you momentarily forget how to breathe. Suddenly, those treacherous porch steps didn’t seem like such a problem.

You’d never been the type to spend much time lounging on your front porch, but lately, it had become your favourite spot. The cushioned bench on the deck became your perch, a book in hand serving as little more than a prop. You weren’t fooling anyone, really. He had to know exactly what he was doing. Mowing the lawn shirtless? That wasn’t just an innocent act—it was downright criminal. The kind of thing you know draws attention—the kind of thing you do because you want that attention. Tall with tan skin and muscles that rippled with each movement, working up a sweat beneath the sun's rays. Yeah, okay, you could definitely forgive the tottering porch steps.

Until you couldn’t.

The morning breeze was always a relieving reprieve from the summer heat brought on by the afternoons. Your alarm didn’t go off and you were left scrambling to get ready for work and out of the house. Taking the steps too quickly, one slanted under your weight and you were almost sent crashing to the ground, but you managed to catch your balance last second. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

“I could have those fixed by the time you get back, you know.” A voice called out and you looked up, locking gazes with him—the older man who lived across the street. He stood on his lawn, looking more gorgeous than he had any right to. The tank top he wore clung to the outline of his muscles beneath and streaks of grease smeared his corded forearms. The garage door behind him was open, the hood of the cherry red impala stored within propped up. 

“Huh?” A single hum was all you could manage and you felt dumb. One look at this stranger and your mind was rendered nothing more than mush incapable of a coherent thought.

His eyes crinkled at the corners and a small smile twitched at the corner of his lips. If you could’ve, you would’ve taken a picture and hung it framed on your wall. They could use the decoration—Most of your stuff was still packed up in boxes. “Your steps,” he said, gesturing behind you, and you threw a glance over your shoulder as realization dawned upon you.

“Oh.” You said, turning to look at him again and you thought for a moment that you never wanted to look away again. “Wait, really? You’d… you’d do that?”

“Yeah, won’t take long.”

And sure enough, when you returned he was finishing up. Your gaze followed him as he stood up and turned to you. “Good as new.” He placed one foot on the plank for show, and it held sturdy under the pressure, no longer slanting.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” you said as you shut your car door behind you and approached, “well, I’ll start by saying thank you.”

“Consider it a housewarming gift,” he said with a casual shrug, “Miguel, by the way.” His voice carried a warmth that made your heart flutter as he extended a hand towards you. When you placed your hand in his, his calloused fingers closed around it, enveloping yours completely. Something as simple as a handshake shouldn’t have made you feel the way it did—That feeling that coiled in the pit of your stomach like molten lava. You should’ve been more ashamed of yourself, you thought. Instead you told him your name in return. 

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Months passed and autumn cast her influence over the neighbourhood, a slow and graceful descent as the leaves morphed into a kaleidoscope of rusty orange, warm yellow, and ruddy red hues. Summer’s slow and lingering death gave way to the crisp, bitter cold. In the mornings a mist settled low on the ground, disguising the wilting grass. Across the street you noticed two jack-o-lanterns had been set out at Miguel’s doorstep and you couldn’t help but smile everytime you caught a glimpse of the silly expressions carved into the pumpkins each time you pulled out of your driveway to head to work. 

Since your first formal introduction you and Miguel had become friends, you think. You hope. He was always eager to help out with anything. Front door was squealing on its hinges? He would fix it. Car troubles? No problem. Leaky faucet? He could handle it. You’d begun to feel guilty. All this help and you’d given nothing in return. With a quiet sigh, you exited your car when your eyes landed on Miguel standing by his front door. His brows were furrowed and his shoulders tensed as he held his phone to his ear, his foot tapping impatiently on the pavement. He hung up, shoving the phone in his pocket as he muttered a curse under his breath. 

There was a moment where you hesitated, shifting nervously and clasping your hands together for a moment before deciding to wave. “Hey neighbour,” you greeted, taking a stilted half-step forward. His eyes lifted and landed on you, and his gaze appeared to soften, so you continued your approach. “One of those telemarketers?” 

“I wish,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, huffing out a laugh, “Gabi’s babysitter canceled last minute.”

This was it. This was your opportunity to finally repay him for all his favours. “Oh, have you got a hot date tonight?” You asked jokingly but he tensed up again, and you swore you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks. Oh. Oh. Something twisted in your chest and your heart sunk to your stomach. Why did that hurt? It shouldn’t. You weren’t anything to each other. Not really. Just neighbours. The silence stretched between you for an unbearable amount of time before either of you mustered up the courage to say something.

“It’s-”

“I can babysit Gabi.”

“What?”

“I can… babysit Gabi,” you repeated, less confident this time. Maybe it was self sabotage—helping this handsome man attend his date, and maybe you’d regret it later, but the way his eyes lit up made it so very worth it. A small smile graced your lips.

Gabriella was a precious ten year old girl that lit up any room she was in. You’d met her briefly and seen her in passing. Always toothy smiles and enthusiastic waves each time she saw you from across the street. You watched as she rushed up to her dad, wrapping her arms around his middle in a hug. He ruffled her hair and you could almost tear up at how sweet the scene was. The look he gave her was one of pure adoration. “I'll be back before you know it, mija.”

“Thank you again,” he said, looking over to you but you hardly processed his words. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted dark charcoal suit and now you were, not for the first time, left wondering if the cruel fates decided to taunt you with him just to torment you.

“You seriously don’t have to thank me.” You gave a dismissive wave as you shook your head. “You do so much for me as it is.”

He nodded and lifted his arm to check his watch. “Well, I should be off then. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need to.” With that he practically peeled Gabi off of him to which she pouted before shuffling aside, reluctantly letting him leave.

“Want to carve a pumpkin?” The suggestion was sudden and out of nowhere. Gabi's face lit up as she turned to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet. She tugged on your sleeve, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “I noticed you don’t have one on your porch, and we got an extra one from the pumpkin patch. I couldn’t decide, so Dad let me pick two. Now we have one to spare!” Her hands flailed animatedly as she explained, her grin widening as she tilted her head expectantly, clearly hoping you’d say yes. How could you possibly resist?

You both leaned over the counter, elbows resting on the edge as you concentrated on your work. Gabi watched closely the entire time, her nose scrunching in mock disgust when you playfully flicked a piece of the slimy pumpkin insides toward her before she burst into a fit of giggles. By the end of the whole ordeal the kitchen island was covered in pumpkin guts and the room was filled with Gabi’s laughter. She carefully lifted your jack-o-lantern and took it to the front door where she placed it on the pavement next to the other two. The sight warmed your heart. As the two of you winded down after dinner, you settled on the couch as she eagerly grabbed the remote to pick something to watch. You reached for a throw blanket and draped it over her lap.

With the movie chosen, Gabi leaned back and nestled against your side. You froze, muscles tensing as you shifted awkwardly at first before relaxing. Gabi’s fingers absentmindedly toyed with the edge of the blanket as her focus remained on the TV. Your eyes followed hers, drifting to the brightly coloured animated movie playing. Before long she’d fallen asleep, her breathing slowing into an even rhythm. About halfway through you heard the lock click and the front door swung open.

Miguel looked exhausted as he stepped inside, heaving a sigh the moment the door fell shut behind him. When his eyes landed on you and Gabi snuggled up on the couch, his steps faltered and his shoulders visibly relaxed. Running a hand through his hair, he set his keys down quietly on the foyer table. 

“How’d the date go?” You asked, keeping your voice low so as to not wake the little girl who had fallen asleep at your side. He gave a shrug but offered little in the way of words as he approached. Leaning down, he scooped Gabi up into his arms and made his way upstairs before returning minutes later.

“Think I’m too old for that sort of thing,” he admitted quietly, breaking the silence.

You looked him up and down doubtfully. “Hardly,” you remarked and it was true. He was older but no less handsome for it. The line of women waiting for a chance with him was probably miles long. Still, a selfish part of you was glad to hear that his date hadn’t gone well. He gave you a look, one brow arched. “I mean, I’m sure there’s loads of women who would jump at the chance.” Yourself included, but you left that part out.

He took a few steps forward and sunk down onto the couch beside you, the cushions dipping under his weight. There was but a sliver of distance between his thigh and yours, not quite touching but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His proximity was dizzying and you could smell the cologne he wore—something fancy and probably expensive but incredibly pleasant, and so very him. His knee bobbed faintly, betraying an underlying nervous energy despite his composed demeanor.

“I just worry,” he said before pausing, looking at you again. Miguel’s gaze lingered as his eyes searched yours, and his stare had a way of making you feel as if you were the only person in the entire world. “I don’t want to bring just anyone into Gabi’s life.”

His fingers flexed against his thigh and your hand itched to reach out—to take it and comfort him in some way you knew your words probably couldn’t but you held back. “You’re… you’re a good father, Miguel,” you said weakly, “Better than most.”

There was another beat of silence and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you fought the urge to break eye contact, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. But then he smiled—and it was the smallest of smiles, but it was also the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

You were absolutely doomed.

And you absolutely didn't care, so long as you could spend another moment with him.

—

The temperatures began to drop further, the frigid cold nipping to the bone every time you made the trek from the front door to your car or across the street. The first snowflakes had fallen, leaving a thin sheet of powdery snow over every surface outside. The spindly trees fell bare, their bark and winding branches encased in a layer of frost and icicles hung from your roofs eaves. You’d begun to bundle up each time you stepped outside. Over the last couple months babysitting Gabi had become a regular part of your schedule and one that you looked forward to. You hadn’t been planning to put Christmas lights up this year, but Miguel had insisted he do it for you after you spotted him outside on a ladder, hanging his own. That man’s generosity knew no bounds. 

A knock at your door roused you from your thoughts and you hopped up from your couch to go answer it. A gust of wind met you and goosebumps rose along your arms as you squinted against the bright white outside. Miguel stood before you, not at all equipped for the weather, dressed in nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans. You gestured him inside quickly, shutting the door behind him.

“Where’s your jacket?” you asked, giving him an incredulous look. 

“It was meant to just be a quick trip,” he exhaled, a sheepish smile tugging his lips. He took a moment to subtly observe your house. It was then that you’d realized he’d never step foot inside before, and now you were wishing you had tidied. “I, uh… was wondering if I could borrow some flour. Gabi is insistent on doing some holiday baking this year.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” you said, heading over to your kitchen, “I didn’t take you for much of a baker?” you remarked, throwing a glance over your shoulder. He shuffled in place before following you into the kitchen.

“I’m not…” He looked like there was something else he wanted to say, but he stopped himself. “Can’t guarantee they’ll be any good, but I’ll drop off some cookies when they’re done.”

“Need a hand?” you asked, reaching for the ceramic flour canister that sat on your kitchen counter, “I bake from time to time, and from the sounds of it, you could use the help.”

And so together you and Miguel made the treacherous journey across the street. He walked a bit ahead, glancing back to ensure you were okay as the icy wind whipped around you, slashing against him and punishing him for his lack of proper attire. You clutched the flour canister tightly, your boots crunching the snow with each step you took. The two of you breathed a sigh of relief the moment you stepped inside the warmth of his house. Gabi was immediately bounding down the hallway, calling your name before she made impact and wrapped her arms around you. You gave her back an affectionate pat, “heard you wanted to do some baking?” You questioned and she nodded excitedly. 

It was chaos. The three of you really didn’t make a well coordinated team in the kitchen. There was flour everywhere, dusting every surface including yourselves, reminiscent of the snowy scene outside. Miguel was busy kneading sugar cookie dough with an expression so focused you had to withhold a laugh. You assisted Gabi with spooning the batter for a gingerbread loaf into a loaf tin. Afterwards, Gabi reached for the spoon to get a taste of the batter.

“Ah, there’s raw egg, Gabi,” you warned, snatching the spoon from her and watching as she began to pout.

“Dad let me try the sugar cookie dough…!” she whined and you tossed Miguel a glance, tutting when all he offered was a shrug and rueful look in return.

“You can eat all you want once it’s done baking, promise,” you reassured her with a gentle smile as you lifted the tin and brought it over to the oven.

At the end of an exhausting but certainly amusing two hours spent making more of a mess than actual baked goods, Gabi was off in the living room watching a cartoon while you and Miguel began to clean up. He stood in front of the sink and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms as he began to scrub baking utensils and mixing bowls, water splashing onto the counter. You started by wiping down the granite countertops with a damp rag. There was something about it that tugged at something within you. It felt right to be there—in that moment of all places. It was comforting in a way you wouldn’t expect, and the sort of thing that you found yourself craving more and more as of late. 

“Thank you… for everything. I hope you know how much it means to me—to us.” he said suddenly and his voice was soft as he spoke your name like it was something precious—like the syllables of it were to be cherished. The things you would give to hear him say your name like that again. 

“You don’t have to thank me…” you said, swiping your arm once more over the counter before walking over and stopping at his side. It occurred to you that you’ve said those words a lot to each other over the short course of your friendship. You folded and hung the rag over the sinks edge before grabbing the bowl he was washing from his hands. Your fingers grazed his and it was electric, sending butterflies fluttering through your body. Pausing momentarily, you blinked before refocusing and grabbing a sponge. He reached for a spoon that needed rinsing. 

“You have done a lot for me. Too much. Spending time with you and Gabi hardly feels like repaying a favour. She’s great.” Babysitting Gabi wasn’t a burden at all. She was a brilliant little girl and a joy to be around. You were sure he knew it better than anyone else.

You looked over to him, having to tilt your head up to catch his gaze and there was a sort of misty look in his eyes that made your heart palpitate in your chest. Just what was this man doing to you? 

“She’s struggled a lot since her mom…” His words drifted off someplace else, hanging in the air between you like a physical thing. His grip on the spoon he was rinsing tightened as he gathered himself. You didn’t know much about Gabriella’s mother but you did know she wasn’t in the picture now, a fact that obviously affected Gabi greatly. “But since you’ve been around… she’s been happier.” And suddenly you were the one getting misty eyed. You jutted your chin aside as you took a moment to blink away the glossiness in your eyes. 

“She talks about you non-stop,” he said with a chuckle and when you raised a brow, he added, “No, seriously. It’s a constant.”

You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped you. If you were being honest, you’d never felt so elated. There was a warmth that rose and encompassed your entire being. It was perhaps the sweetest thing you’d ever had the privilege of hearing and as you looked into his eyes, you found yourself wishing the moment could stretch on for an eternity—just existing, doing something as simple as washing dishes by the sink while outside the glistening kitchen window, snowflakes continued to fall, flittering to the ground.

—

Spring had sprung, as they say. There was that loamy earthy scent that mingled with the smell of fresh cut grass. In the neighbourhood you could hear children playing outside, finally free from their bulky winter jackets and able to enjoy the warmth of the sunny days that had begun to become more and more frequent. Things began to come alive around you, buds unfurling into blooming flowers and the foliage returning bright and green.

To be honest, you weren’t sure how you ended up going on a date. Well, you did know. Spring was rife with all sorts of symbolisms for new beginnings, and maybe you got too caught up in it all when you decided to install a dating app. And perhaps hopelessly pining after your neighbour had something to do with the sudden desire to be fulfilled in that way. Maybe. Potentially. Definitely. Of course, dating was easier said than done and the date hadn’t lived up to your expectations. How could it when the only person you wanted to be sitting across from you at some fancy, stuck-up restaurant was Miguel? When you had looked across the table at your date all you could think was how desperately wished it was him. You felt bad. 

The moment you pulled into your driveway, you pulled your phone from your purse and deleted the dating app. It was one part alleviating and two parts anguish. Maybe being doomed to yearn for a man who couldn’t possibly return your feelings wouldn’t be that bad. Leaning forward, your head came to rest on the steering wheel as you let out a dejected sigh. A knock on the window had you jolting in your seat. Heat rose to your cheeks and you exited your car to face Miguel who stood outside, looking concerned. 

“You okay? Thought you might’ve passed out or something,” he said with a wry smile.

“I… yeah, I’m fine,” you said, waving your hand lamely. His eyes seemed to linger on you, drifting down your body, clad in a little black dress, for a millisecond. You thought that maybe you’d imagined it—imagined the way they caught on your hips and curves. He cleared his throat.

“Need a drink?” He asked before adding, “I know I could definitely use one.”

The house was quiet when you entered it and Gabi didn’t rush to you like she usually did. “She’s at a sleepover,” he said before the question could leave your mouth. Following him into the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack on the counter. You moved toward the cupboard to grab two wine glasses while he popped the cork. You placed them on the counter with a light clink.

“I don’t know why I even bothered going out tonight,” you began and he froze momentarily mid pour, glancing over at you, “I guess I thought… maybe it would help.”

“Help with what?” He slid the glass closer to you and you grabbed it, lifting it to your lips to take a sip.

“I don’t know… feeling stuck? Like I’m waiting for something that’ll never happen.”

He leaned back against the counter and a thoughtful look crossed his face as he studied you. Suddenly you felt nervous under his stare, like he could see right through you and see all the feelings that had welled up inside you over the past year—the way you felt about him. “That guy was a total idiot if he didn’t see what was right in front of him.”

You sighed and shook your head gently. Your date wasn’t the problem. You were, and in a way, Miguel was too but you couldn’t say that, so perhaps it was best to find solace in the wine glass you held in your hand. 

As time passed, the alcohol warmed your system and you were admittedly more tipsy than you would’ve liked to get. You couldn’t stop giggling at whatever Miguel said, leaning against the kitchen island while he stood across from you, leaning against the opposite counter. He suddenly set his glass down with a sigh. “You know, I wasn’t expecting to feel this way when you moved in…” his voice turned wistful and your next words lodged in your throat for the next beat.

“Feel what way?”

“Like I finally met someone who… gets it. Who makes everything feel easier, just by being there.”

And suddenly the house was swaddled in a suffocating silence. You blinked as you tried to process his words—as your mind went to war with your heart, trying to stop yourself from reading too deeply into his words but they made your poor heart pound violently against your ribcage. It was all you could hear, your heart beating, blood rushing. 

“Miguel I—” you spoke, your voice a whisper now.

“And Gabi… she’s not the only one that’s happier when you’re around.” His approach was slow and stilted, pushing off the counter and taking hesitant steps forward. You should’ve felt cornered the way he towered over you. You swallowed thickly, at a complete and utter loss for words. A hand lifted, his knuckle grazing your cheek gingerly as though he were afraid to touch something priceless and delicate. “Why have we been trying to see other people when you’ve been right across the street this whole time?”

“Stupid, right?” You managed to say, your voice breathless. And he smiled, that gorgeous smile of his, his pupils dilating. When he leaned down and his lips brushed yours, it was barely a touch at first, as if he were testing the waters before diving in. 

His thumb traced the line of your jaw and at long last he pressed his lips to yours, fully. It was magic. Or the closest thing one could get to magic. It started slow and gentle, and with the utmost care, but when you made a sinful little sound, it distorted and turned into something darker. The unadulterated hunger of a man starved. You knew that hunger well. You’d lived with it for months—constantly denying yourself the pretty idea that maybe, just maybe, he’d been craving this too. But you were here now and he was in front of you, impossibly close and all your foggy mind could manage to focus on. His scent, his voice, his lips on yours. His breath tickled beneath your nose and his body crowded closer, the lip of the counter jutting into the small of your back. 

His hand slid from your face, sliding down your body languidly as though he were trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. His hand rounded your thigh, and it fit perfectly into the groove of his palm as he hiked it up to his hip before hoisting you onto the counter. The cool granite sent a shiver through you and the kiss ended abruptly—far sooner than you would have desired. Your breathing was uneven and you peered up at him in a bit of a daze. He examined you for a long moment as if temporarily mesmerized, and you nearly lost yourself in the deep pools of his dark brown eyes. He closed the gap for a second time. It took no effort to give in to him—a heady, lightheaded decision, and one that was as inevitable as the seasons changing.

Miguel came to settle between your legs, your knees knocking against his hips. He withdrew but not for long, trailing tender kisses down the column of your throat until he reached your chest. The cut of your dress dipped low to reveal a tempting display of cleavage. Humming softly, his fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, tugging it upwards with an adamant intent.

“Miguel…” your voice wavered as he ran his fingers along the waistband of your underwear, daring to venture a step further. His teeth grazed the slope of your breast, his lips brushing over the spot in a featherlight kiss a moment later, as if in quiet apology. When you didn’t say anything else he continued further, hand traveling even lower to cup you. You shuddered and he pulled the fabric of your panties aside. His thumb pressed firmly over your clit and a soft sound escaped you as he began to rub slow circles over it. 

“Been thinking about this all night, hm?” He whispered, dipping his fingers inside you. It was far worse. You’d been tormented by your own imagination for the better part of a year, and you had an inkling that he knew exactly the kind of effect he had on people. “Think your date had any idea you were thinking of another man the whole time?”

Your walls fluttered around his digits as he crooked them, his fingertips passing over that sensitive spot within you with each thrust. Any thoughts still floating around in your head vanished and you nearly choked on your breath as he spoke. “I— hah…!” you gasped. He was teasing you. Still, the better part of you wanted to deny his words even if they were spot on. 

“Oh? Sorry, what was that?” he said with a knowing grin, his thumb returning to your clit as his other hand reached up to grasp your chin and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. “I didn’t quite catch that, cariño.” 

“You’re… insufferable.” Your voice pitched higher in a whine that only goaded him on. He tutted and withdrew his fingers. Your hips jerked. The loss was sudden and frustrating. It left you shaky and desperate, but before you could protest your world spun on its axis. He lifted you into his arms and began the trek to his bedroom. Instantly, your legs locked around his waist and your arms slung over his broad shoulders. The steps creaked with each step, but before long he was dropping you to his bed. 

You yelped, peeking up at him as you laid on your back. Stepping away, he gripped the hem of his t-shirt, making an obvious show of pulling it up and over his head. He was a fucking fantasy. Truly. The hard planes of his abdomen rippling stole your breath, and he chuckled when he caught you gawking at him. Next was his pants and boxers. Your eyes followed the trail of hair that led beneath his waistband. As he bent down to slide them off, his erection sprang free—thick, flushed, and somehow bigger than you’d imagined. Your gaze trailed the curve of his cock, following the prominent vein that traveled along the underside of his shaft and guided your eyes up to the flushed tip.

The advance he made was painfully slow. Taking a leisurely pace as he sauntered toward the edge of the bed. For a heartbeat, he loomed above you, gaze raking over you as if etching the sight into his mind. You thought he might make you beg for more, but instead he lowered himself until he caged you against the mattress. 

Your dress became his focus again, the fabric slid up your thighs as he rucked it higher and slipped it off. Your lacy bra joined the crumpled fabric on the floor soon after. Heat flooded your cheeks when his eyes snagged on your bare breasts, darkening imperceptibly, then dropped to your panties. Those too were stripped away. He slid them down at a snail's pace like he was savouring each damn second. When he leaned back to take in the sight of your nude body, your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. There was pure reverence in his eyes when he looked upon you, and it made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. 

The heat of his mouth closed around your nipple before his hands even found your breasts, his blazing eyes slanting up to meet your gaze. It was the most sensual sight. He suckled gently while his hand gently pinched your other nipple. The heat of his body was laid over yours and you could feel everything—every hard line and ridge of his form pressed against yours—the way his hips subtly rolled against the edge of the mattress in an effort to create friction.

Pulling away from your nipple, he trailed lower. His lips skimmed the valley between your breasts, and down your navel where he paused to give your hips a firm squeeze. He continued his path of kisses until he halted and lingered just shy of where you needed him most. A gasp. A curse. The subtle hitch of breath as his teeth grazed your thigh. A twitch of your hips betrayed you, earning another firm squeeze from his hands.

“Need something?” He asked, giving you that smoldering look that made heat pool between your legs and your stomach flutter.

“Mhm…” you hummed, your mind too fuzzy to form and speak an actual sentence, but you could tell that it wasn’t good enough of an answer for him. Another kiss to your thigh. A gentle nip. Dangerously close and yet so, so far. Blood roared in your ears. Skin prickled along your entire body in anticipation as if already drowning in the pleasure you’d yet to receive

“Gotta use your words, nena,” he murmured. Something incoherent left your mouth; more of a jumble of mumbled syllables and huffs than words. But it revealed the frustrations he stirred up—the need he stoked but refused to relieve just yet, and that was a treacherous thing. He made no movement. Instead he continued to try and coax proper words from you. “Don’t get shy on me.”

“... need you, Miguel…” you whimpered again and this time he heard the words loud and clear.

“Atta girl,” he praised and the torturous teasing you had endured was suddenly so very worth it. He ran his tongue along the seam of your cunt, stopping once he reached your hooded clit. The first little flick had you choking back a strangled noise. He took it as a sign to continue, latching his lips around it and suckling with fervor. One of your hands landed and tangled in his curls, giving a light tug. 

Miguel was relentless in his pursuit, lapping at your folds with a borderline animalistic lust. The sounds were obscene and wet. You would’ve been embarrassed if you had been capable of stringing together a singular thought. Beneath his ministrations, your hips rocked up into his face. He held them down firmly. Fire pooled low in your abdomen and when you came it was a shuddering thing. Static rippled through you and time seemed to slow.

“Yes…! Oh God- fuck… yes!” you cried out and suddenly you felt like you were falling, your breath getting away from you. When he retracted himself from between your legs and peered up at you, his chin was glistening with your arousal. Calloused hands glided up your sides, framing you like a work of art.

“Dios, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped as he reached for his cock and notched the crown against your entrance, sliding it along your slit in a teasing manner before finally nudging inside. The clench of your walls around his shaft drew a groan from him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

As he sunk deeper, inch by inch, he continued to speak. “This pretty little thing moves in across the street and I’m meant not to obsess…” you moaned in unison as he bottomed out, his tip prodding somewhere deep inside you.

His girth challenged you, spearing you open even as your velvety walls clamped down. His words—low, ragged, and filthy, somehow undid you more than the rest. You’d spent so much time believing, in your heart of hearts, that he didn’t return your feelings—that the chances of him feeling the same way were some sort of statistical improbability that was so out there it might as well have been an anomaly in the fabric of the universe. But now he was balls deep inside you, groaning and whispering dirty words in your ear. Funny the way things worked out.

Agonizing. The pace he set was slow and deliberate—each drag of his cock was anguish as he slid all the way out before starting with short, shallow pumps back. Soft mewls tumbled past your lips. And when he thrust all the way back in, the sound that left you was a quivering noise, nothing short of sinful.

A large hand gathered your wrists and pinned them above your head. Writhing beneath him, he huffed out a ragged breath as he picked up the pace. His hips snapped into yours. “Joder, you’re perfect…” he husked. He released your wrists before long and grabbed for your thighs, lifting them until they were pressed to your chest. The new angle of penetration hitting your front wall with each pass of his cock.

Shoving a hand between your legs, he massaged circles into your clit again as he lifted his gaze and met your eyes. He searched them for something, studying the furrow of your brow and the flutter of your lashes—memorizing the sweet sounds that fell from your lips.

“Please… ah!” you cried and you weren’t quite sure what you were pleading for. More. More of him. You wanted everything and he seemed more than willing to give it. Your hands splayed over his chest, nails scraping over the skin. 

“I’ve got you…” Fingers dimpled the flesh of your hips as he yanked your hips down harder with each thrust, taking pleasure in the pathetic noises it drew from your lips. He watched his cock glisten, coated in your arousal, as it slid in and out. “Doing so well for me, nena…”

You could feel something building—warm and fervent. An ever tightening coil that threatened to snap and when it finally did, it was all consuming. Your body tensed, muscles going rigid before relaxing like a sigh. It was too much. It was not enough. The way your cunt spasmed around his cock as your pleasure crested caused his pace to stutter, turning into frantic, off rhythm thrusts as his control began to slip. His jaw clenched and his thighs shook as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own. 

He slowed to a near stop, grinding deep and letting you feel him twitch and throb inside. His forehead fell to your shoulder. He appeared to shatter, his hips jerking as he released deep inside with a grunt. You could feel his breath flitting against your skin. He planted a kiss to your shoulder that grounded you both in the aftermath as you took a moment to just stay like that. When he pulled out, it was a slow drag that dredged a whine from you. He rolled off of you. 

You looked aside to him. His skin was slicked with a sheen of sweat and  his breathing was uneven. It was quite the state and you were sure you didn’t look any better off. The sight of the mess between your legs moved him and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to cup your face. His lips caressed yours, nipping at your bottom lip gently. It was no less passionate than the last, only less frenzied. He took his time, slanting his lips over yours before hesitating to pull away. There were no words as you chased him, closing the small distance he created. He tucked you into his side as your fingers idly drew circles against his pec. 

“Since I moved in, huh?” It was your turn to tease him.

Closing his eyes, he groaned and you took pride in the fact that it embarrassed him. “I said that, did I?” 

You giggled and he brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead before planting a kiss there. Your heart thrummed and you’d never felt more cherished before than you did laying there in his arms.

—

Sunlight poured into the room through a gap in the curtains, casting the room in a golden glow that had you squinting as you stirred from your sleep. It took a few seconds for your mind to catch up. The arm around your waist tugged you closer, beckoning you to remember. And you did. Every last sensation and touch was ingrained in your mind and body. 

“Good morning,” Miguel whispered, his voice raspy with sleep. You blinked up at him before a smile touched your lips. If you could spend an eternity with him you didn’t think you’d mind. And maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was far too soon to say, but you loved this man. You loved him and his amazing daughter who brought a kind of love you’d never known possible into your life. Season by season you’d fallen for him and the way he looked at you, bathed in the morning light, told you the one thing that you’d struggled to see for almost a year. He felt the same.

“Thank goodness for those porch steps.” you laughed quietly and his brows shot up.

“Are you letting some crooked porch steps take credit for this?”

You gave a shrug. “They helped, didn't they?” 

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. He pulled you closer and laid his lips over yours in a tender kiss. His lips brushed yours ever so slightly as he pulled away just enough to whisper, “Whatever you say, cariño.”

[sen-ya]

part 5/7

is it silly that this is my favorite in this series? i really enjoyed writing kaya and I wanna do it again at some point :')

[op comic masterpost]

[pg1] panel 2: Kaya: Oh! Dr. Law! I didn't expect to find you in our library.

panel 3: Law: K-Kaya-ya!

panel 4: Law: Uh. Ahem. Excuse me. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your books.

panel 5: Kaya: Oh of course not! I'm just shocked to hear we have books you don't! What are you studying?

panel 6: Law: UHHHHH

[pg2] panel 10: Kaya: Oh! Is someone on your crew pregnant? Ikkaku??

panel 11: Law (thinking): She doesn't know Ikkaku is trans. Does she not know that I am?? I just assumed Nose-ya would have mentioned it. But that makes sense. If Straw Hat didn't already know Nose-ya was trans it's not like I would have told him.

panel 12: Kaya: ...?

panel 13: Law (thinking): Fuck, I've been quiet too long. I can't throw Ikkaku under to bus. Just say something.

panel 14: Law: No. Kaya: Oh. Then why...? Law (thinking): Wait, shit

[pg3] panel 15: Law: My, uh...brother...'s...wife. Yeah, we're taking him back to Zou soon...because his wife is pregnant...and I...want...to help...?

panel 16: Kaya: Oh, how sweet! Congrats "Uncle Law" hehe. If you have any questions I could help with let me know!! I specialized in traumatic injury, but I did deliver a few babies in Syrup Village! On smaller islands like that you wear a lot of hats.

panel 17: Law: And you've...been pregnant. Kaya: Well, yeah, but I wasn't my own doctor! Could you imagine if I had tried to deliver the twins myself? Even a doctor needs a doctor, you know that.

panel 18: Law: ...right.

panel 19: Law: ...what...what was it like?

panel 20: Kaya: Oh, my pregnant patients were actually pretty fun! I suppose it makes sense that as a pirate ship doctor you wouldn't have had to know obstetrics. But it was always so lovely to hand a parent their--

[pg4] panel 21: Kaya: ...newborn...baby...?

panel 23: Kaya: ...I'm sorry, Dr. Law. If there's context I need you'll have to give it to me. I'm not good at guessing.

panel 24: Law: What do you mean, I just gave you context. Kaya: With all due respect, you're full crying. It's a new sight for me!

panel 25: Kaya: You can tell me what's going on! I'm told I'm a very good listener

panel 26: Law: ...You Straw Hats sure are a pain Kaya: Sorry, hehe

panel 28: Law: ...I...ahem...so number one, if you didn't know...I'm...I'm trans.

panel 29: Law: But not like your husband. He got the works from Ivankov-ya...I never felt the need to seek that out.

[pg5] panel 30: Kaya: ...I see

panel 31: Kaya: How far along are you? Law: ..12 weeks, give or take. Kaya: Well, I've provided obstetric care of all kinds. So whatever questions you're researching here...why don't you ask me instead of being your own doctor?

panel 32: Law: ...Same question. What was it like?

panel 33: Kaya: Being pregnant was a horror show!

panel 34: Law: A glowing review. Kaya: Oh, sorry! I can lie if you'd prefer!

panel 35: Kaya: I was just so sick my first trimester! Law (speaking over her): KAYA-YA I THOUGHT I WAS DYING FOR TWO WEEKS WHEN WILL IT STOP I CAN ONLY EAT RICE.

panel 36: Kaya: It's different for everyone. By the end it wasn't quite so bad for me, though. And I love my kids so much. They were such cute newborns!! So I was alright being uncomfortable for awhile. Because that's what we wanted, you know?

panel 37: Kaya (off screen): What do you and Luffy want, Dr. Law?

[pg6] panel 38: Law: ...We haven't decided yet. We're giving it to the end of the week. I'm trying to think about it rationally. But I just keep getting emotional any time I talk about it. It's strange.

panel 39: Kaya: An emotional decision and a bad decision aren't inherently synonymous, you know.

panel 40: Law: ...your bedside manner is impeccable, Dr. Kaya-ya. Kaya: Well, thank you! Next time let's meet in the infirmary, mine or yours.

panel 41: Kaya: I'll be your doctor through this, okay?

panel 42: Law: ...Okay...Thank you. Kaya: Of course!

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

yayyyy 💕 then can i ask for a scenario in which the reader, who’s a trans guy, volunteering to be the bride in the ghost groom scenario and threatening to stab anyone who says anything about him looking like a girl with platonic feng xin + mu qing and romantic hualian? (or just xie lian, since technically hua cheng is only there for like, .5 seconds lol)

(💥 anon)

Masculine Bride?

HuaLian x ftm(?)reader

IM SO SORRY 😔 I'VE HAD THE WORST FEW MONTHS OF MY LIFE BUT I LIVE I WILL BE COMPLETING REQUESTS AGAIN THANKS FOR NOT GIVING UP ON ME AGAIN GUYS ☺️🖤

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☀️Feng Xin didn't want to be in this ridiculous mission at all. He has to deal with Mu Qing in disguise and he has to see Xie Lian who was once his best friend. So it feels a little awkward to him but he gets to see you too! So he's quite happy to see you and Xie Lian again

☀️When he finds out that the plan is to disguise as a bride he immediately says Nuh uh. No way he's doing that, Mu Qing would never live it down.

☀️But when you offer to disguise as the bride, since you do looke somewhat androgynous he's like great!

☀️He doesn't have to do it and he can protect you if you all get in harms way

☀️Honestly he's surprised you volunteered so quickly. Feng Xin knows you'd rather stay in your male form and he knows you don't like appearing feminine much these days. Gods do it all the time so Feng Xin doesn't mind. Have you seen Shi Qingxuan?

☀️So everything was going great, they got you dressed and the one village girl did your makeup so you didn't look like a clown. But then they ran into those annoying men again.

☀️ They were congratulating Xie Lian, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin for finding a pretty bride and even wanted to join up, but they all knew the men just wanted to eat off their success.

☀️So when you laughed and explained you did make a good bride even though you're a man, No one really laughed. The men had genuinely thought you were a woman sooo they try to call your bluff.

☀️You did in fact change forms to look more like a bride but it doesn't feel good to have every single feminine feature to be pointed out. You're used to it so you weren't going to say anything but the group of men freeze and their skin pales when you hear a crack behind you

☀️Feng Xin may or may not have broken a pillar. May or may not have damaged his own temple. . .

☀️it succeeds in shutting the men up because what man is able to just break a God's pillar?!

☀️Feng Xin has to admit he's pretty irritable, but hearing the group of men bully you just pisses him off. He knows he's supposed to be in disguise and not gain your attention but he can't stand by and watch you be passive about it.

☀️ When the men practically evacuate the area you only laugh softly and link arms with him saying, "I found my guard!" You already know it's Feng Xin🙄

🌕Mu Qing was also your best friend and you never really gave him the chance to distance himself from you like he distanced himself from Xie Lian.

🌕Mu Qing has been with you a long time and he knows you're more comfortable identifying as a man. He has no issue with it. It took some time getting used to but he doesn't care as long as you're happy.

🌕so hearing the group of men start pointing you out so blatantly ticks him off. He knows he can't harm mortals but he sure wishes he could.

🌕It's not against the rules to threaten them though, so when he threatened to cut off their hand because it's rude to point isn't against the rules either.

🌕You were surprised honestly, Mu Qing doesn't care about a lot of things and doesn't usually get violent unless it's with Feng Xin.

🌕but you laugh when the group of men run off and you lean on Mu Qing. Saying you're so happy to have your own personal protector

🪷Xie Lian doesn't really fight. It's not that he can't he just doesn't see a point to do so.

🪷but that doesn't mean he'll let people bully you either

🪷 You've stuck with him for awhile so you're used to just taking mean words in stride. Xie Lian has never let them get away with it though.

🪷So it comes as a Surprise to you all when Xie Lian uses rou'ye to tie the group of men up together and he "advised them to go away before something unfortunate happens"

🪷You smiles and kiss his cheek, linking arms with him with a smile.

🪷"You're cute when you're protective"

[sunnylands-world]

Red possession

Pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

Summary: your cycle is ending and that means you're feeling needy and distracted. Who better to fix it than your boyfriend…

Word count:1’889

Warning: fingering,mean draco [not really it's more degrading], choking, period sex [it's the last day], p in v, soft draco, possessive draco and reader, let me know if I missed anything

Universe: Harry Potter

A/n: "guess who's back, back again, Sunny's back tell a friend" 🎤 😂💓 no but seriously hopefully this one makes you guys love my writing again since people had requested something like this awhile ago 🙏🥺

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Being a girl was something you hated...

There were probably countless reasons, such as childbirth, but the most annoying aspect of it was the constant bleeding. Every. Fucking. Month.

It was pretty much the end of your cycle now though, and Draco had been spoiling you rotten. You had enough chocolate right now to give away to a village of children and that's not an exaggeration, you had bars stacked in a fridge he also bought for this occasion. He even got a personal chef! When you were on your cycle, you had moments where food wasn't a thought. Then you'd eat a little, and soon you'd eat more, but even then, you felt like one more plate wouldn't hurt.

Draco had you in his room today. Draco is currently beside you, shirtless and wearing black boxers. He was reading a book to you, but every word he said was like whispers in a forest because you were distracted.

"Why does it seem like I want to devour him? Has he always been so attractive? Am I getting closer to him?"

"Are you alright [name]?" Draco announced.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be? " You laughed and Draco let out one as well but he sounded nervous.

"Because you're squeezing my arm like you're terrified, surely my reading isn't that bad," he said, looking at the grip you had on his arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... well, I'm distracted," You muttered, letting go of his arm, feeling a little guilty for it.

“By what, darling?” He inquired, putting the book down and turning his focus on you.

"You," you whispered, and you could see him smirk.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch that,” he teased and you shook your head, you always knew your boyfriend was cocky.

"I said you're distracting me," you repeated, playfully. You looked into his blue eyes, which were like a storm above the ocean, and they were darkening.

His gaze was intense as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Why is he looking at me like that?"

"I think I could fix that," he announces first before he gets up and heads to his bathroom, leaving you confused.

When he comes back with a towel, you realize what he has in mind.

"Wait, just let me use the bathroom first," you say quickly, heading into the bathroom. You pray quietly because you're just spotting. You open the bag you brought to Draco's, grab the wipes, and do your business before washing your hands. Draco's eyes meet yours once you open the door.

“Come here,” he states, and you walk over hesitantly.

Upon reaching him, his hands gently grip your waist and the pads of his thumbs rub circles on your back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, as he stands over you.

Your cheeks turn crimson, and you say "Thank you."

He cradles your face, kisses you softly, and you become engulfed in him, kissing him back while your hands wander to his waist.

The desire for more causes your heart to race and you whimper against his lips.

"I've got it, baby," he assures you as his hand slides under your shirt, causing your breathing to slow, and you feel the familiar touch of the silver ring he wears. His hand slides up higher along your soft curves and you feel the sense of possession in his touch as he delicately squeezes you.

The kiss grows stronger, his tongue slips past your lips and yours moves with his in a passionate tango that makes you moan softly.

Your own hands find themselves on his back as you feel the familiar desire spreading like wildfire in your belly. You're unsure whether he's teasing you or taking his time, but you want more and you want it now.

“Please,” you beg and he chuckles.

"So needy," he says teasingly before pulling your shirt off.

“I fucking love it” he grunts looking at your breast with starvation and he pushes you back, not enough to injure you, but enough to catch you off guard and make you gasp falling on his mattress. Draco's gaze softens as the breeze from the room hits your skin.

Are you feeling cold, my love? He asks, tucking your hair back before stroking your cheek.

"Just a bit," you say, and he smiles.

“Under the covers” he states.

You do as asked, and he does the same, moving underneath them with you before he's back on your lips. Because you're so turned on because of hormones, you grind against his hips between your thighs and he's trapped by your legs around his waist.

He groans, his lips moving along your jaw only making it worse with his soft kisses on your heated skin. You moan softly, faced with a high.

You tug at his platinum hair and take into detail how soft it is. How his body is pressed against yours, brushing your nipples as he moves to kiss your neck. His tongue darts out and licks your skin, prompting you to tighten your grip on his hair.

“You're so responsive, so sexy” he whispers before he sucks and licks a bruise onto your neck. He grinds his hard length into your panties, brushing your clit and making you wetter. Your whimpers and moans like music to his ears that he could play on a loop.

He growls as he releases your neck and kisses your collarbone once before disappearing under the covers. He holds you down, branding your waist, with the pressure of his ring as he kisses and nips at your breast.

He whispers "fuck" as he sucks on your nipples. You writhe, eager for him, feeling his tongue flicker and his teeth nipping at your breast until he stops.

He lowers himself, resulting in the blanket following him as he pulls your panties off, tossing them to the side so he can look at you while his fingers glide through your slick folds before he slowly pushes them into your entry.

"So wet and warm," he groans, pumping his fingers in and out, watching you moan softly with a dark hunger gaze. You wither and buck your hips as he picks up the pace curling his fingers just right to hit the spot inside you to have you weak in the knees like you're never gonna walk again, and he doesn't stop, he just goes harder and deeper as you arch your back moaning loudly.

When he hears the wet noises from your pussy as it latches onto his digits, begging to release, he removes them and makes you whine, almost teary-eyed.

“Shut up,” he growls and you bite your lip.

He knows you so well...

He observes and shakes his head.

"God, I'm in love with you," He groans when he takes his boxers off, and your eyes glow with excitement as his cock, slaps against his abdomen, just as happy to see you.

Had you not been so desperate to have him inside you, you would have sucked it like there is no tomorrow.

"It's alright, baby. You'll be home soon."

Draco crawls back between your legs and rubs his tip repeatedly through your wet lips and you swear he whimpers before plunging into your velvety walls, making you moan softly as he seat's himself inside you.

He won't admit it, but he's just as needy for you. He couldn't tell you how many times he's been hard without relief because nothing satisfies him like his girl.

Fuckkk, that's good,” he moans, his head falling back as he shudders.

Your cheeks are heated as he leans forward, resting his hands on either side of your face.

Holding your gaze, he begins to gently and slowly thrust forward, causing your lips to part in a silent cry. Your breath practically stops as he glides so easily inside you, as though you were made just for him, fooling your senses and riddling you blank with every teasing thrust. As he leans forward, making you shiver, his warm breath ghosts over your skin.

“That's it darling, let me in,” he whispers, his accent clear as day.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hear the creaking of the bed as he picks up the pace, making you moan a little louder and grip the sheets.

He's playing with your pussy, whispering the right things, and kissing the right spots to make you relax and become comfortable, all in order for him to go faster, harder, and deeper.

"Draco, please," you beg as your eyes start to roll.

He growls, "Look at me when you ask for something."

As you meet his eyes, you moan, "Harder."

He knows exactly what you want, so there's no need to ask twice.

As he smirks, he sits up, and those blue eyes lock on yours. He wraps his hand around your neck, pressing lightly, and slamming into you, while you choke on air and pathetically moan and mewl.

As the headboard hits the wall, whoever is on the other side is forced to listen to your pornographic sex while he thrusts into you like his pleasure is more important than your own.

He watches as your legs begin to shake and your body becomes possessed with pleasure. You know that leaving his room will cause you to feel embarrassed.

He allows you to breathe better by releasing your neck, as he fucks you without mercy, ruining you for anyone else.

“Mine,” he growls.

His eyes say it all, his forceful pace says it, you're his girl and this is his pussy.

His cock slams into your pussy faster than it can throb or pulse and you almost beg him to slow down, but this how you like it, hard and possessive. When you can feel your walls begging him to stay inside you as you try to clench and his thrust are so hard and deep you know he needs you too.

He pants, and groans, his own body nearly shaking.

"You feel so good," said in unison, in thought..

You'll always be his, even if you try to escape nobody will fuck you like this, so if you try to find someone else you'll be left unsatisfied.

As you near the edge, he kisses you, tongue and all making you moan softly as you tug his hair.

You can't tell who wants who more with the way you're both making out, and thrust so powerful that somehow your poor little cunt still weeps for more until you can't take it. He finds your hands interlacing your fingers grounding you.

“Be a good girl and cum for me” he whispers, and as you cum lost in bliss and overwhelming pleasure he follows, moaning that he loves you.

He collapses against you, breathing heavily and you wrap your weak legs around him, stroking his hair, affectionately because he's vulnerable like this.

He hums softly in response as you feel your sweaty, sticky skin against his and you inhale your passion in the air while you catch your breath.

“Still distracted?” he says, finally looking at you, you shake your head with a lazy smile.

“Wanna take a bath?” he asks softly

“If I can walk,” you say sarcastically and he chuckles.

You don't have to walk, because he'll carry you, you're his…

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[softspace-fics]

Hiii so I just went through kinda a mental health crisis today (VERY long story short I'm at my grandma's house cuz I swallowed sum I wasn't supposed to but I'm okay now my throat just feels icky) you absolutely 100% do not (REPEAT DO NOT) need to do this request at all you can ignore it cuz ik it's uncomfortable what im about to ask (im sorry in advance if you are uncomfy I get it)

Could you possibly write a little while they're big try to hurt themselves and can't get into littlespace and to embarrassed about feeling like hurting themselves to talk about it with someone I honestly don't care with who but I've been on a Wade and Bucky kick recently

Like I said you can ignore this your writing just so comforting and amazing and I want to feel more of that thank you for listening

I hope you have an amazing day, and if you're not, I hope it gets better

You mean to much.

A/N - I genuinely took awhile to make this because I wanted to be as inclusive as possible, but I think I related this to myself a little too close. I hope you all enjoy, and understand that if you ever need someone I'm here. Your never alone in your fight. If you ever need someone please contact your suicide hotline. You don't need to fight alone. To anon I hope your feeling better and this story helps you in the way you need, I'm sorry you went through what you did.

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Depressive episode, thoughts of self harm, negative thoughts, overwhelmed reader, reader thinks about leaving bucky, tears, bucky cries for a min, reader breakdown, please let me know if I missed any!

Please read with caution.

Bucky Barnes x GN!little reader

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Today sucked. The entire day even before you woke was a nightmare. You had woken up at 5am from a grueling nightmare that made you not want to even attempt to go back to sleep. Getting up, you even attempted to make your own food before that enviably failed too. You got dressed into outerwear but decided after the third attempt of trying to get your shoes on, that it was just not worth trying to try your luck outside.

So you didn’t. You attempted to do some of your hobbies, but even those weren’t appealing to you at the moment and seeing that you caregiver was out, you decided to take a bath. You hoped that the ability to chill in the tub and maybe watch a show would help get your brain to decide to actually function.

What a bad idea that was though. You ended up just staring at yourself in the mirror for a unknown amount of time, nitpicking every mark, scratch, unbalanced feature, and anything else your brain could make you decide to hate.

You viewed how your body was different than those around you, how it could be seen as so very wrong for you to be with Bucky. How did you even end up with a super soldier like him? Did you put a spell on him? Was he playing your feelings?

Maybe if you changed yourself he’d be better off? There’s no way he misses the looks you two get when you go in public. Who knows how the avengers feel about you? Bucky could get anyone he ever wanted and he settled on you.

The thoughts began to cloud your mind, and the urges to mutate your own body starts to completely black out any rational thoughts your brain was trying to give you. However, no matter how bad these thoughts were trying to get you, you couldn’t break the promises that you and Bucky had made previously.

This wasn’t the first time you had one of these bad days, where everything was trying to push you over the edge. The last time you had one of these days though you gave into the urges, and this meant that Bucky found out. He saw the long sleeves on a 100+ day and something told him to check in on you.

When he did, he found out about your scars, and your fresh wounds. This was early on in your relationship and you were worried you were about to scare him off, that’s as until he pulled you into his arms and a few stray tears rolled down his face as he reassured you that you were the most beautiful human being in the multiverse.

He begged you to tell him if these days ever happened where the world had everything against you. He begged for you to throw away the things that you would harm yourself with, and in which you did, you threw out the things your brain would make you use, and you told him you’d try to tell him if these days happened.

You wanted to, you really did, but you couldn’t fathom bothering him on a day where he had numerous meetings and a day that he was going to spend hanging out with his best friend. Why in the world would you pile more problems onto his plate?

You eventually pulled yourself from the mirror, walking over to the couch and curling into the corner of it. You pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, tears streaming down your face, and tried to just sleep off the icky feelings.

As you laid there, crying quietly, your regression decided to say hello. The baby’s brain didn’t understand why it felt the way it did. It wasn’t sure why it felt as if their dada shouldn't love them anymore, why was he going to be better off without them? Was he truly going to be?

You woke up a few hours later, to the shuffling of you onto something new, as if something- someone, was picking you up. The scent gave away the person almost immediately, and you almost completely subconsciously grabbed onto him.

“Dada?” You mumbled quietly, your eyes opening to your worried caregivers face.

“Baby? Why were you crying?” You feel Bucky softly attempt to wipe off the dried tears, bouncing you softly, concern lacing every fiber of his being.

You look away solemnly, your mind beginning to remind you how you weren’t good enough for him. the clouded judgment of others remaining in your own little mind.

In hopes he’d drop the topic, you shook your head and hid your face in his neck, clinging to him even more. This only heightened his worry as he held you tighter, closer, and even more protectively.

“Baby please, your worrying me.” He mumbles softly into your hair, kissing it before resting his forehead against the top of your head.

He had a feeling it was a bad day for you, and he was so worried you hadn’t been able to feel like calling him to help, what if you had done something? What if he couldn’t have stopped you? What’s if he let you down just like everyone else?

The sounds of your tears came through the broken explanation of the day you had and you did your best to tell him that you’d be okay if he left you. All that he did when he heard you say that was hold onto you tighter and closer. He just mumbled gentle no’s and a silent sigh of relief when you said you couldn’t do it because you didn’t want to break your promises.

Bucky slowly walked over to your nursery, sitting down in the rocking chair that he had made so that you and him could comfortably sit and he could care for you. He softly pulled you from your hiding spot in his neck, where his neck and shirt were soaked with tears.

“Never, ever believe that I’d need anyone but you. I don't care what people think or say, you saved me and that means that when theses days happen id do anything to save you too. It’s perfectly okay to have these thoughts, and its okay to ask for help. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, that’s why I’m here yeah? Never do you have to go through these big emotions alone anymore okay? That’s why I’m here. I promise not one thing you say will ever change my mind, or change how I feel about being your dada. You're too perfect for me. Your not alone.”

He firmly and calmly talks you, just above a whisper, as if he was worried the walls would hear how much his hearted ached for you, and use it against him. You meant the world to Bucky, and his heart broke knowing that you felt this way.

The only thing you could muster through the walls of regression, and the emotional overboard was a nod before dragging him back into you and your face going back right where it was.

Bucky didn’t let you go for about 3 days, he didn’t leave the house, even though he was supposed to be going somewhere for work, he called and told them he wouldn’t be there. He spent days making sure that you were safe and sound, and knew how much he truely loved you. He helped in whatever way he could to make you realize how much you meant to him.

[buckysgirl27]

Off to War

Part Three

40s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are married in the 40's. Hydra captures Bucky and commands him to eliminate them. Can he do it? What will happen to future Bucky with this new information.

Warnings: illusions to smut (I've tried to write it and I suck so trust me....illusions are better)

A/N: Thank you for all the love❤️ as I've stated in the previous chapter if it doesn't seem mcu movie compliant it's probably comic compliant❤️ Also I wish I could say that this took forever to get out because I put so much thought into it and I'm so proud of it and all that wonderful fluffy nonsense but....I couldn't formulate how I wanted to start it even though I knew where it was going and what I wanted to happen😂

Despite your mother's protests, you decided to meet James at the train station when he came home.

She had warned you that some men would be broken. Quite literally. Limbs gone, minds somewhere far away in some unreachable place.

Wouldn't it be better for you to just stay home and have dinner ready for him as a surprise?

No. No it wouldn't. You wanted to see him immediately.

Wanted was the wrong word. You needed to see him. Like you needed air.

You even arrived to the train station one hour early. You didn't mean to be that early. But you also didn't want to be late. Your nerves were eating at you and you were becoming restless. You just had to get out of the house.

For awhile you just sat at one of the benches at the stop where he would get off. You were content to just sit and wait.

After the first 10 minutes you thought maybe you should have brought a book to read. After 30, you started thinking maybe you should have stayed home and waited for him. This may have been worse.

You had started pacing the station somewhere between 30 and 45 minutes.

Maybe the train would be early? No. That never happened. They were always late.

You heard footsteps come in your direction, which wouldn't normally have been odd considering it was busy since people's loved ones were coming home today, but it was because the stranger whose footsteps belonged too tapped you on the shoulder.

"Ma'am?"

You nearly jumped out of your newly polished black heeled oxfords. You spun around almost smacking right into Steve Rodgers himself.

"What the fu- oh. OH,"

You paled. immediately as the realization hit you. You just swore at Captain America.

He smiled. Because of course he did. You took in his whole form and couldn't help but notice how annoyingly perfect he looked. You wanted to hate him...you really did...but he seemed so genuine. Gross.

He noticed your inspection. Again, of course he did.

"So you're Bucky's girl huh?"

You blinked. How did he-? Oh right. You sent James a picture.

"What's it to you and why do you know him? Also what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be saving the world or whatever?"

He chuckled. This man was more agitating than James when you first met him.

"Buck and I run missions together. I'm waiting for him to hurry and get his bags off the damn train. You can call me Steve by the way."

That big stupid smile never once left his face. It was like it was plastered there. You supposed it would have been considering all the time he spent smiling and posing for the public.

Suddenly you saw a short tuft of brown hair sticking out from the crowd, then blue eyes met yours.

It was your James.

You shoved passed Captain America, "Steve", and even the little old lady waiting for her grandson with a barely muttered apology and launched yourself into his outstretched arms.

You kissed him. More passionately than what was probably appropriate but hey, it was war. Let them judge.

You thought your first words to him would be something normal along the lines of welcome back or I love you or Thank God you're safe, but no. That's not at all what you said.

"Thanks for not dying."

He chuckled and brushed his nose against yours.

"I told you I'd be back didn't I, Sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes, and then motioned with your head back towards Steve.

"You didn't say anything about bringing Captain Stars and Stripes back there with you."

He blanched. He wasn't quite sure what to say to that one.

"It was a last minute thing."

Is what he settled with.

"Right." You replied.

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"...and so mother, that is why Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, is in our house today. Your future son-in-law decided to play spy."

You huffed out to your mother over dinner. It was supposed to be a quiet affair with nice vegetable and beef stew with some toasted bread. Instead, it turned into your mother working herself into a tizzy because there was someone famous in her house and she had nothing fancy to feed him and the house wasn't spic and span since they were only expecting James and he never stays over, and he has been around long enough to not care about these things.

Steve insisted that he didn't mind. That he understood what she must be going through. Not having a husband anymore and having a working daughter, who won't help with housework. You had a mind to speak out against that one but James put him in his place for you.

"She's out making money so she and her mother can live here Steve. When was the last time you sewed up a gaping wound? If her mother is fine with doing the housework than that's all that matters."

Steve grunted in disapproval. Being a nurse was fine and all but you should still have time for household duties apparently.

"It's alright James," he looked at you shocked. "I mean really, housework is more important than saving lives isn't it?"

He grinned and took a huge bite of his toast. Steve glared at his soup.

"Anyway!" Your mother changed the subject, "Wedding plans! Steve will you be here?"

Steve's glare didn't soften as he met your hard gaze.

"Wouldn't miss this idiot's big day for the world." He said and he quickly looked away from you and clapped James on the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes.

"What a kind sentiment." You stated dryly.

James shrugged off Steve's hand with a fake annoyed expression.

"You're just mad you're my Best Man so you have to be there."

If you didn't have any manners at all you would have choked on your soup and snorted it out your nose. However you did have a few manners in your repertoire and swiftly swallowed.

"I didn't realize we needed a Best Man."

James, Steve and your mother all looked at you with confused expressions.

"Of course we will honey!" Your mother informed you. Obviously, what were you thinking?

"Well. Mother. James doesn't have any family left, and you're all I have. Steve is just...Steve is just here."

Steve glared at you once again.

"I resent that. I'm his mission partner. We do everything together!"

You glared right back at this time and manners be damned you told him,

"Right, and I bet you pee together too. He'll go to bed with me."

That silenced everyone. Your mother gasped, Steve continued the glaring contest, and James gave you the biggest smile you thought he could possibly give you. You swore you could see some drool coming out of his mouth.

Maybe that was just from the soup.

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"I don't like her Buck." Steve told Bucky matter of factly as he put his clothes into the closet of the spare room in Bucky's house.

Bucky, who was leaning on the door frame, shook his head and chuckled.

"You just don't like that she has strong opinions. You'll get used to it."

This time when Steve turned to Bucky, he put his hands on his hips.

"No Buck. It's not just that. She has no respect. For you, for me, for anything."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Are you mad you aren't going to be fucking me then?"

"Too far Buck." Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't want to see you get hurt when she ruins your marriage."

Bucky stiffened.

"You've had a long day Steve. I think it's time for you to get some rest before you say anything else you may regret."

On the way back to his room Bucky decided he would go back to your house for awhile. Smooth things over. Steve really was an asshole tonight.

He walked down the hall and grabbed his jacket that was slung on the back of a wooden kitchen chair and walked out the door.

He made sure to slam the door. Really get his feelings across to Steve.

Bucky knocked once on your door and then opened it calling out for you.

"Babydoll? You still here? You alright?"

He walked a little further into the house and saw you were hugging the old faded pillow on the sitting room love seat.

You had been crying.

"Oh, Babydoll." He said. Bucky walked around the couch and got on his knees in front of you. He wiped a tear that was trailing down your cheek. You tried to smile at him but your bottom lip wobbled and you couldn't bring yourself to.

"I'm sorry for ruining tonight." You told him.

"You didn't ruin anything Babydoll. I'm sorry Steve acted the way he did."

"He can be your Best Man if you really want him to. I just didn't think we needed all of that."

Bucky sat next to you and pulled you into him.

"We don't need anyone to get married. Just us." He paused for a moment. He took a deep breath. A very deep breath. It was a crazy idea. There was no way you would agree to it. No way in hell.

"In fact," he continued "we could just go get married right now."

You looked at him like he had grown a second head. He was right. You wouldn't agree to it. He should have known better to suggest something so ridiculous.

"You mean it?" you asked.

"Yes ma'am." He looked at you, eagerly waiting your verdict.

"Ok let's go."

You slowly got off the love seat and went to go find your shoes.

Bucky smiled like an idiot the whole way to the church.

The priest reluctantly agreed to marry you but in the end he did and by the end of the night...you were Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.

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On the walk back home you had some planning to figure out for the night, and for the rest of your lives. Ideally you would have done some of that before but when you marry out of spite and passion, it's kind of difficult to completely think things through.

"I guess the only thing to figure out now is my house or yours?" You asked him.

"Probably mine. I'm sorry I love your mother but I don't want to be sleeping with you in the same house as her."

He chuckled at the end of his sentence. You rolled your eyes. Men.

"What about Steve though?"

James looked at you confused.

"What about him?"

"Where's he gonna go? We can't just kick him out in the middle of the night."

James laughed.

"Oh trust me. Steve sleeps like the dead. He sleeps through bombs detonating. He'll be fine."

You rolled your eyes. As long as you wouldn't get shit from it later it was fine you guessed.

You had reached your home again.

"I'm going to go back inside and grab a few things," you kissed him softly on the jaw, then his cheek, and tugged on his earlobe with your teeth then pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I'll be right over."

"Yeah, okay. Hurry. Please." He mumbled and he kissed the top of your head.

You speed walked into your house and gathered everything you would need for your first night together. Your pajamas, although you suspected they would actually be on the floor and not really on you. Your toothbrush, toothpaste, your hairbrush and a change of clothes and underthings.

You also left a note to your mother. She would be furious. Oh well.

Mother-

I'm at James's house. Don't worry. Well, we decided why wait any longer? We don't need anything fancy and we don't need any people in a wedding party. We got married last night. I love you. I promise I do. I know you wanted to have an actual wedding but we couldn't wait.

That would have to do. You picked up your bag of your overnight belongings and ran out the door to James's house.

James opened the door in nothing but his pajama bottoms. He quickly pulled you into the house.

"It's gonna be a long night Babydoll."

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