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cherryblossom-heart · 2 months ago

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First Date

A/n: Hi! This is just a little headcanon for how our favorite cat dad/fuckboy Sukuna get's ready for his date with reader. Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Cat dad!Sukuna who looks at himself in the mirror, his towel hanging loosely from his waist, drops of water still running down his body as he just got out of the shower.

Cat dad!Sukuna who doesn't know why the fuck he's nervous, it's not like he hasn't gone out with you before. You both had gone to restaurants, movies and even a couple museums before you ghosted him (rightfully so).

Cat dad!Sukuna who puts on a black T-Shirt and a couple of washed up black jeans and calls it a day, only for Oni to stand next to him and meow at him.

Cat dad!Sukuna who scoffs at his cat's antics, rolling his eyes as he's about to put deodorant but the meows increase in quantity and volume. For her being a new mother she surely still acted like a little kitten sometimes.

Cat dad!Sukuna who yells "What?!" because the annoying little pest he decided to house keeps meowing at him, almost as if he was comiting a heinous crime and she had to let everyone know.

Cat dad!Sukuna who sighs as two yellow eyes look at him, as if he could understand what she was trying to say. When he ignores her one more time, she decides it's time to take action.

Cat dad!Sukuna who almost wants to scream as the cat begans clawing his clothes and for a second Sukuna thinks she's disapproving his clothes. That couldn't be it, could it? There's no fucking way she could even know what's color the celling is, let alone the fact that he's going on a date.

Cat dad!Sukuna who takes a double look at his clothes in the mirror the more Oni fights the loose threads from his pants. He was taking you to a fancy, expensive restaurant like you wanted, surely for the amount of money he's going to spend tonight it wouldn't fucking matter if he was wearing a garbage bag for pants.

Cat dad!Sukuna who thinks of you, on how hesitant you were to accept his invite. He couldn't really blame you, not when he remembers how heartbroken you looked that night you found him with a random girl in his apartment.

Cat dad!Sukuna who will never admit it, not even to Uraume, but he regretted that night. He regretted the fight you guys had the night before. He regretted getting shitfaced at a shitty dingy bar. He regretted forcing himself to flirt with that chick whose face he couldn't even remember. He regretted taking her home and having you come to what he could only guess was making up.

He regretted not doing more to reach out for you, stupidly thinking you would come back eventually.

Cat dad!Sukuna who takes off his clothes, rummaging through everything he owns until he finds something a little more appropriate. A black long sleeved dress up shirt and black pants and some shoes that didn't have dirt on them and that weren't meant for sports.

Cat dad!Sukuna who turns around to Oni that was now laying on his messy bed, cleaning herself.

"What do you think?" He asked her.

The cat stopped licking, turning to him. Big, round yellow eyes looked at him and after a few seconds she went back to her duty, now purring loudly. He supposed that was good enough.

Cat dad!Sukuna who rolls his eyes before finishing getting ready, brushing his teeth and applying the cologne he bought just this morning because he remember you liked how it smelled on him the one time he bought it. After you ghosted him he hadn't bought it again.

Cat dad!Sukuna who hears a knock on the door and gives Oni a pat in the head, ruffling her fur earning a meow in protest.

"See you later, pest."

Cat dad!Sukuna who looks at the big cat bed in the middle of the living room where all the little spawns sleep. He looks at them, one of them waking up for a second, giving him a pathetic attempt at a meow before falling asleep.

"Rats." he mumbles with the tiniest smirk known to man

Cat dad!Sukuna who opens the door, Uraume standing outside as they type something on their phone.

"You owe me." They say plainly as they hand him their car keys.

"We'll see." He says, snatching the keychain from their grasp as they walk in side.

Cat dad!Sukuna who point's at the kittens sleeping.

"They're over there. Just make sure they shit and they don't fucking die, I had to fucking baby proof the house because they keep trying to chew the fucking outlets."

Uraume just hums in agreement.

Cat dad!Sukuna who is about to leave and close the door behind him when Uraume calls him. He turns around, their arms crossed in front of their chest.

"She's not going to forgive you if you fuck up again. I'm surprised she even agreed to give you a second chance."

"I know."

Uraume hums in response, her eyebrows raising in a sarcastic way as she nodded.

"Don't fuck up."

"I won't."

Cat dad!Sukuna who finally closes the door, Uraume's words lingering in his mind. Of course he wasn't going to fuck this up, not when he finally got you back in his life again. Not when, for the first time in his life he was excited for something else other than meaningless, hookups.

He was excited to see you, spend time with you, hear everything you had to say. He was excited about the prospect of commitment, of calling you his and you calling him yours.

He was excited to be yours.

Only yours.

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bleulikedaylight · 2 months ago

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The Cat-astrophe Next Door

pairing: fur parent! natasha romanoff x fur parent! reader

synopsis: college life was already chaotic enough, but things took a sharp left turn when your sweet, innocent cat ended up pregnant—thanks to the mysterious feline next door. turns out, the culprit is none other than liho, the smug, too-handsome-for-his-own-good cat belonging to your intimidating (and unfairly attractive) condo neighbor, natasha romanoff.

warnings: mild language, implied pet mating/pregnancy (lmk if i missed smth !!) | wc: 1.9k | genre: rom-com, with a side of social media au !! <3

note: guys, it’s me again with another fic—hope you’re not tired of seeing me pop up on your feed LMFAOO. i had so much fun writing and editing this one !! also, liho is a boy cat in this au, and i used jennie as the face claim for Y/N because she’s iconic. i hope you guys enjoy !!! ><

part one ‎♡‧₊˚ part two

If there was one thing you thought you had under control in your life, it was your cat, Lily. She was graceful, soft, a little dramatic (gets it from you), and most importantly—indoor-only. Or so you thought.

Lily has been acting weird.

Not “she-scratched-my-ankle” weird. Not even “sat-on-my-laptop-during-a-Zoom-class” weird. No. This was something else. She’d been meowing dramatically, mood-swinging like a rom-com lead, and for some reason, she’d been eating like a linebacker after finals week. Most concerning of all? She had started waddling. Like... actually waddling, which would be funny—if it weren’t worrying. You Googled it (because of course you did), and then after spiraling through multiple Reddit threads and one frantic call to your mom, you decided to bring her to the vet.

And that’s how you ended up in the cold, sterile-smelling waiting room of the 24/7 animal clinic, wearing your worn-out college hoodie and slippers, holding Lily in a pink baby blanket. The receptionist had offered you a sympathetic smile, the kind that says, “Ah, another panicked pet parent. We’ve seen your type before.”

When the vet called you in, you followed like you were walking into a courtroom. The vet, Dr. Swift, was peppy. Too peppy for 2:14 a.m., but you appreciated the energy.

She cooed at Lily while examining her. “Well, she’s definitely healthy,” Dr. Swift said, smiling.

“That’s good,” you said, hugging the blanket tighter.

“She’s also pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Your baby girl, a mother?!

You stared. “She’s what.”

“Pregnant. A few weeks in, I’d say. Nothing to worry about—she’s young, strong, well-fed.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. “She’s… she’s never even left the apartment. You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered in horror, holding the vet's report like it was a death certificate. "She’s too young. Too pure. She doesn’t even go outside!"

Your vet gave you a knowing look, like she’s seen a lot of clueless cat parents. “She must’ve found a way. Cats are clever.”

Clever. Right.

Your condo wasn’t Fort Knox, but it was secure. Except—

The one day last month when you opened the window to fix the air conditioner and Lily disappeared. You had screamed, searched, and panicked for ten straight minutes—only for her to casually reappear like she hadn’t just shaved ten years off your life. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, just figured she got spooked and hid somewhere.

But now…

Now you remembered the Black Russian Blue that always lounged around the hallway. The same smug-looking cat that always stared into your window. The one who yowled dramatically outside your door during the night. The one who’d practically made bedroom eyes at Lily from across the screen.

Liho.

And if you remembered correctly, Liho belonged to the mysterious, intimidating, frustratingly gorgeous woman in 5C.

Natasha Romanoff.

Your mysterious next-door neighbor, Natasha Romanoff. Tall, quiet, and intimidatingly hot, She was the kind of woman who gave off 'could kill you but make it fashion' energy. Her cat was the same.

You had never officially spoken to her. Only shared elevator rides filled with awkward silence and exchanged the occasional nod in the hallway. She dressed like she was always on her way to fight crime. Or model. Or both. You’d once heard a neighbor whisper that she used to work in private security—or maybe she was in witness protection? Or maybe she was just that cool.

You stormed back into your unit and glared at Lily, who was now curled up innocently on your couch, licking her paw like she didn’t just ruin your entire week.

“This is your fault,” you muttered. “This is what happens when you flirt through the window slats.”

You weren’t crazy. You’d seen it. Late at night, your cat staring longingly through the balcony door, tail twitching. And across the small hallway gap, Liho would be staring back from his side of the building, eyes half-lidded and cocky.

Whatever the case, her cat got yours pregnant.

And now you had to knock on her door.

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You spent the entire morning pacing in your living room.

Lily lay on the couch, blissfully unaware of the chaos she’d unleashed. You alternated between rehearsing your speech and having a breakdown.

“Hi! So funny story—our cats might be having kittens.”

Too casual.

“Your cat got my cat pregnant and I demand answers.”

Too aggressive.

“Would you like to co-parent?”

Too weird.

Eventually, you settled on a compromise between formality and desperation, printed out Lily’s vet report (just in case), and marched to Unit 5C.

You stood outside her door for a full minute before knocking. And when it opened, you almost forgot how to breathe.

Natasha looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, but in a cinematic, slow-motion, music-swelling kind of way. Her red hair was styled in a half-up, half-down look. The top portion is pulled back and secured, adding volume and keeping the hair away from her face, while the rest cascades down in soft waves, and she was wearing sweatpants and a fitted, long-sleeved, henley-style top in an olive green color. Her toned abs didn't need to be out like that. It was illegal. Offensive.

Her expression was blank but not unfriendly. “Yes?”

"Hi," you said with a very forced smile,

She raised an eyebrow. "Hey. Something wrong?"

You held up the vet report.

"Uh. Sorry to bother you. I’m Y/N—I live next door. My cat is pregnant. And your cat is the only male she's ever interacted with. So... unless immaculate feline conception is a thing, I'm pretty sure your cat knocked my cat up."

A pause.

She stared at you. Blinked once. Looked down at her mug. Looked back up.

“...Okay,” she said slowly. Then bit back a smirk. "You're telling me.. Liho is going to be a dad? That’s… one way to say good morning.”

You stared at her. “I just came back from the vet and she’s never been outside, except for that one time when she snuck out the window. And the only male cat she’s ever met is yours. Liho, right?”

“Yeah,” Natasha replied, leaning on the doorframe. “Black Russian Blue. Fluffy. Thinks he’s royalty.”

You sighed. “Well, he’s now the father of unborn kittens.”

Natasha took another sip from her mug, her eyes never leaving you. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. The vet said she’s been pregnant for a few weeks, and that’s exactly when Lily had her little great escape.”

“Liho’s neutered now,” Natasha offered. “A week ago.”

“Lily beat the deadline,” you muttered.

There was a beat of silence. Then Natasha stepped back and opened the door wider.

“Come in.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You look like you haven’t slept. Come in. If our cats made kittens together, we might as well talk about logistics.”

You hesitated. “You’re not… mad?”

She shrugged. “Why would I be? I mean, I guess it’s a surprise, but I’m not exactly going to sue your cat.”

You snorted. She smirked.

You stepped inside.

Her condo was neat. Not in a minimalist, empty way—but cozy. Bookshelves. Plants. A couch that looked far more expensive than yours. There was a tall cat tree in the corner and a plush cat bed that clearly belonged to a spoiled prince. And lo and behold—Liho himself, perched dramatically like the Simba he thinks he is.

He blinked at you. Then at your stomach. Then back at you, as if to say, You're welcome.

You pointed at him. “He’s got no shame.”

Natasha sighed. “Yeah, he gets that from me.”

You choked on your spit. “What?”

She chuckled—actually chuckled—and disappeared into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Uh, yes please.”

You stood awkwardly, taking in the place. There was a framed photo on a shelf: Natasha holding Liho, both of them looking dangerously close to rolling their eyes. There were a few Post-it notes stuck to the fridge with neat, organized reminders.

Natasha returned with two mugs. One said “No.” The other said “I survived another day without punching anyone. Go me.” She handed you the latter.

You sat across from her at the dining table, mug in hand, papers between you.

“So,” she said, “how do you want to do this?”

You blinked. “You’re actually… interested?”

Natasha leaned back in her chair. “I mean, I can’t just walk away. That’s deadbeat dad behavior. Liho would never.”

You snorted again. She grinned.

You hadn’t expected this. Honestly, you had expected defensiveness, or maybe awkward avoidance. But Natasha was—surprisingly chill. Funny, even. Dry and a little sarcastic, but not mean. And as she sipped her coffee and asked about Lily’s health, you started to relax.

“We could co-parent,” you joked.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Shared custody?”

“Maybe not that intense, but like… I’ll keep you posted. When she gives birth, you can visit. Bring snacks. Maybe we’ll name one of them after you.”

“Or after Liho. He’ll want credit.”

“Do you think he knows?”

Natasha looked over at her cat. “Liho, you’re gonna be a dad.”

Liho yawned.

“I think he’s ready,” you deadpanned.

You both laughed.

And for a brief, quiet moment, it didn’t feel like you were just talking about cats anymore. It felt like something had shifted. Something tiny and electric.

“Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other,” you said.

Natasha met your gaze. “Guess so.”

You sipped your coffee. She sipped hers.

Outside, the hallway was silent. Inside, two cats stared at each other across a room—and two people smiled over the rim of their mugs.

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"I am losing it—oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened." you groaned, flopping onto your bed and opening your group chat with Wanda, Agatha, and Rio.

You sent them a selfie of you holding the vet report while Lily snoozed peacefully behind you like she wasn’t the source of all this drama.

Meanwhile, on Natasha’s side.

Back on your side of the internet, you opened Twitter.

#black widow x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #wlw #female x female

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unholybacon355 · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 3 - Karina x M! Reader

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Karina always makes that sounds, not just in this particular situation, but always. On the most random moments you could find her making those noises like if she were a cat. When she was happy, when she was trying to catch your attention, when she was bored, or even when she was cooking. No matter if she was in the house or outside, she always makes that sounds and you love it. But the time you loved it more was during sex.

There was something very special, something that you even could put on word, on fucking your girlfriend when she was wearing those cat hearse, a collar, and of course the tail plug. And the cherry on top were those meowing sounds she always does, but during the carnal act acquired a special tone. One that was reserved just for these occasions.

Both of you could perfectly remember when this started, when was the first time she meowed during sex. Was of course involuntary, but instead of finding it weird that turned you a lot. You could describe the effect those sounds had on you, but since the first time Karina could feel your shaft getting harder inside her when you ear her meowing.

That was the first step you took on pet play, and certainly not the last. Now the time has passed and you two became more bold, till the point that sometimes Karina even wears her collar under her coat. A collar especially handmade from her, with cute details and a medal with her name. If you were feeling specially bold you would use the chain too to walk her like a real pet. But to be honest those were rare occasions, normally you limit your depraved activities to the comfort of your apartment.

This was one of those occasions when Karina was wearing her costume, if you could call it like that, and you were enjoying the lustful act of having sex. Your girlfriend was on all four and you were kneeling behind her, fucking her like an animal and holding the chain connected to her collar with one firm hand. Pulling with the right amount of strength to choke her and make her meows a little bit less audible.

Karina’s face was pointing to the ceiling, with her mouth open trying to get more hair and her expressions flooded with pleasure. You could see the thread of saliva that was coming from her open mouth, running for one side and from her stuck out tongue, slowly falling to the sheets and making a mess. But not ass big as the mess Karina has between her legs.

Her pussy, that gentle accepted your stiffed shaft, was soaking on her own fluids. Practically dripping over her thighs and making them shiny and wet. The watery sounds of your cock entering her womanhood were mixing with her animal moans on a weird and lustful symphony of carnal pleasure. And even your own moans turned into something more appropriate for the occasion, sometimes making it sound like you were growling.

You were lost in the lust of making love with your kitty cat in the most bizarre way you knew. Stuffing your dick as deep as you could inside her, feeling her walls clenching around your meat like if Karina were demanding you to never leave the warm comfort of her soaked pussy. And what is was you only could think now, because now even cum could make you stop this animal dance. It doesn't matter if there isn't a single drop of semen left on your body, you would keep fucking her. You will keep stuffing your meat into her pussy till your kitty cat would be satisfied. Because after all, meeting the needs of their pets is a duty of owners. ANd you own this cat named Karina.

#karina #karina smut #aespa smut #fanfic #kpop smut #aespa #yu jimin #kinktober 2024

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leftpoetrymoon · 29 days ago

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Threads of love . (Part 4)

Pairings:- Xavier x you (non-mc)

Genre:- Mostly fluff

Suffocating. So suffocating. Like someone is crushing your entire face. You desperately tried to turn but you can't. You can feel that your'e slowly losing your breath.

"Urghh! Get off my face kiki!" You pulled your cat which was sitting on your face. He slowly blinked at you and jumped on your lap and curled innocently like He didn't nearly crushed you to death a few minutes ago.

"Seriously? Kiki it's only 2:00 am! I don't understand how your'e so energetic at midnight only? When i try to spend time with you at daytime you sleep all day!"

Before you finish your sentence Kiki meowed and purred at you which made you forgot all your anger. After all who can resist a kitten that look at you with it's innocent blue eyes. You sighed and pulled him closer to your chest and kissed his forehead. Kiki snuggled into your arms which made him look like a big cloud because of his fur.

"You know Kiki, before you came into my life i was stressed about the new college that i was going to join.. You are the one who makes feel like home. Basically i can say i'm going to study so hard so we can live freely and comfortably!"

You still remember the day you found Kiki. It was around midnight. You were walking home after finishing part time job , since it was around midnight the streets were basically empty and silent. That's when you heard that pitiful meow.

You turned around the corner and saw a carboard box at the end of the street. And that's where you found your kiki. A small white floof ball that made you nearly doubt whether he has a owner or not. He was looking at you with his innocent blue eyes which made you give up. Someone sounds familiar right?

Three months have passed since then. Your kiki became a beautiful fur doll and a floof white cloud. Always clinging to you like you are his second skin and he growls at any man who tried to hit you. You should've been more specific when you asked god for a loyal and the one who's always cling to you. Because he gave you a cat instead of a boy!

Sighing to yourself you craddled kiki in one of your arms and picked up your phone. After all we all need to have our fun after a tiring day right?. You quicly went to the love and deepspace app and saw Xavier on the homescreen. As usual he was sleeping at the couch with a book over his face. As soft melody playing in the background you keep look at him. Somehow he feels very familiar and real to you.

Although you were the Mc in the game you can't help but feel awful. Afterall he was not yours right? Kiki looked at your face and looked back at Xavier. He poked on him and poked himself like he was trying to tell you something. You laughed at his antics and kissed his forehead, "Pretty isn't he Kiki? So cute too right?! oh how i wish he's real.. "

Xavier went to the destiny cafe as usual to see you or that's what he thought. What he didn't expect was accidentally stepping into a a portal when he opened the cafe's door. He tried to use his evol but that didn't work too. The last thing he saw before he went to conciousness was a cardboard box.

"…Kitty? are- you ok?" Xavier felt warmth. The warmth he desperately earned for centuries. The warmth that only one person can give him in his life. Maybe he died right? there's no way in hell you behind the screen is actually holding him. What a beautiful dream..

"What a poor kitty, you don't look like a street cat though…." Kitty? street cat? what the hell is she talking about? He's obviously a human. Xavier slowly opened his eyes and saw you. You who he lost by his foolishness. You look so pretty and bright unlike the dull soul you were fading into darkness before.

"Ah kitty, you woke up! are you ok? you looked like you were abandoned in the cold streets…. do i have something on my face?" Xavier can't believe what is happening right now….Maybe it's another nightmare where you disappear into nothingness as soon as you hold him. But it feels so good to be a nightmare. Has his prayers have been answered?

"Hey kitty! do i have something on my face? judging by your dreamy look it must be beauty! after all I'm so beautiful that you can't help but keep staring at me." You're still the same. Xavier hugged you with his little paws and buried his face into your neck. Maybe this is his last chance to make things right. He will definitely do the right thing this time.

"Woah.. am i chosen by you? this is the first time a kitty hugging me by itself! gahhhh! i can't stop smiling!!!!!" You twirled around and jumped happily. You can't wait to bring this little kitten to your home and shower him with affection. You looked down at the kitty which was still hugging you tightly.

"Alright kitty, from now on you're mine."

Xavier purred in happiness. Afterall he met his soulmate again and he will not let go of her this time.

So now, how can he explain to you that the real one is in front of you in a cat form and who you are seeing through the screen is just a bunch of pixels?! "Pretty isn't he Kiki? So cute too right?! oh how i wish he's real.. " He is real! right in front if you! "Meow! mrrroowww! meow!" Darn it! how can he talk to you when he can only speak 'meow'!?

You looked down at him and hugged him tightly. 'Let's play the game huh?" Kiki or Xavier looked at you and let out a meow. Grinning to yourself you completed the daily tasks and finished them. Going through the collection you looked at the memories you collected. "You know Kiki, i downloaded this game on July and got all of the limited myths except Xavier's…"

Xavier looked at you with confusion. Limited myth? what does that mean? He knows limited events because of your sleepless night and secret time especially his, the one you nearly fainted by hearing his voice and glint photobooth and snapshot which is yours favorite and his too but he didn't like the fact that you like taking pictures of him with her….

"Kiki? will i get Lumiere in 90 tickets? I can only afford R1…" Wait a minute… Lumiere!? Xavier looked at you with widened eyes. Why would you want Lumiere when he is in front of you?! Why do you have that look on your face y/n?!. Xavier grabbed your cheeks with his tiny paws and looked at you with his intense eyes.

You looked at Kiki and saw his angry expression. "Oh, Kiki are you angry that i didn't show you Lumiere? wait a minute…" You quickly went to the interaction mode and change the outfit for Xavier. " Look Kiki! so handsome right? urghhh! i really want to get Lumiere!"

That's it. That's the last straw for Xavier. He kicked you softly to the sofa and pushed you onto the couch with his tiny paws and sat on your stomach. You can't even understand what is happening. One minute you were sitting on the sofa with phone in one of your hand and the next minute you're laying with your back on the couch with Kiki sitting on your stomach.

"Ah… what did i do now Kiki? don't tell me you don't like Lumiere?…" Kiki didn't move a bit but you caught the slight flinch and the way he twitched his ears slightly. You bursted into laughter and hugged Kiki tightly. "Hahaha! you don't like Lumiere! I seriously can't believe this!"

Xavier looked at you and blushed slightly, of course he don't like Lumiere! He moved his tail front and back and hugged you tightly. Just focus on him y/n. You caressed his back and kissed his ears. What a jealous cat you have. "Kiki, don't leave me alone ok? i really don't have anyone except you…"

Xavier lifted his head up from your change of tone and noticed the sad look on your face. " You know why I don't get into a relationship? I lost faith in men because of my father. He divorced my mum when she was pregnant and left us alone. No one helped us. My mum worked so hard and raised me and now she's gone too.. and my mother's family suddenly showing interest to me because they want me to get married so they can steal my mother's savings… not even one person came to her funeral…"

Xavier looked at you and noticed the tears in your eyes. Why do you have to suffer in your every life time? He gently kissed your eyes and nuzzled on your cheek. He can feel you smiling at him. The twisted part of him is happy because you don't have anyone except him in every one of your lifetimes. And he'll make sure that you won't be alone anymore. After all what kind of person is he if he can't even make his soulmate happy?

Now the problem is you don't remember anything in this life. You only think of him as a fictional character which makes him hurt even more. Is this what you felt when he looked at her? He looked at your sleeping form and looked at the red thread which was connecting both of your hands.

He still has time to make things right….. and this is his last chance to bring you back where you once called 'home'.

The next day you woke up with the sunshine rays blinding your face. You slowly sit up and looked at the window. The sun was shinning so brightly that it made your eyes hurt. You slowly lay down again and looked at Kiki.

Kiki was on a trip to dreamland as usual. He was curled up beside you and was sleeping so peacefully. It's still 7:00 A.M… "Another hour of sleep wouldn't hurt…." You lay back on the couch and hugged Kiki tightly and went to dreamland again. Xavier was purring softly beside you and slept soundly.

"Come on Xavier! catch me!." You looked back and saw your lover running behind you with a grin on his face. Laughing to yourself you run way more faster again. "Don't tell me the Philos crown prince can't catch his classmate!- Woah!" Suddenly Xavier catches you and lifted you in the air and twirled you gently. You looked up and saw stars everywhere.

"Classmate? do classmates kiss each other miss y/n?" Xavier put you down on the ground gently but didn't let go of your waist. He looked down at you waiting for an answer. "Hm…. no but, a certain person called Xavier can receive only my kiss anytime like this! you grabbed him by the collar and kisses the corner of his lips and let go of him innocently like you didn't do anything.

Xavier looked down at you with a pout on his face which made you smile. You grabbed his cheeks and squeezed it gently. '"Aw!! my baby is so cute and handsome!!" Xavier cheeks went red and turned away from you. But after all you're such a teaser, so how can you let go of this opportunity? You squeezed his cheeks again and kissed it both of them.

He suddenly kissed and caught off your guard. He took his time to devour your mouth which made your knees weak. He grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand and tilted your head up while his other hand pulled your waist until you're flushed against him. Oh damn him for being a good kisser!

He opened your mouth with his tongue which made you moan. He pulled back slightly only for you to chase his lips again. He looked at you with hooded eyes and licked his lips. "You're addicted miss aren't you?…" Oh this sly bastard…. He didn't wait for your response and kissed you again until you're both fell to the ground softly with him beneath you breathlessly.

You opened your eyes and nearly screamed in shock. What the hell? did you just dream of kissing Xavier!? You can't believe your eyes because it clearly didn't look like a dream. It felt so real like you experienced it before… Wait what are you thinking y/n?! Did you finally lose your mind? But why the hell does it have to end soon?

You felt that someone was hugging you tightly behind you. Their breath sent shivers to your entire body. That was then you noticed your surroundings. You were clearly not at your home. You looked at the ceiling and saw stars glowing on the wall and there were fairy lights everywhere. You slowly turned around and saw Xavier.

You slowly poked his cheek to wake him up but he didn't. Maybe it's a dream? But somehow he felt home. A home where you can be safe and rely on it. Instead of freaking out you felt like you finally found peace in your life.

Maybe you found your happiness? He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at you. "Am i dreaming right now?" He looked at you and shaked his head. Tears wells up in your eyes before you even knew you were hugging him tightly. "Why do i feel sad right now? i must be freaking out right? But why do you feel home Xavier? A home that i lost a long time ago…?"

He gently hold your cheeks and wiped your tears away. How can he explain to you that you were his home a long time ago? And how happy he is right now to finally have you in his arms? Will you forgive him after all the mess he created? Would you still love him after he shattered your heart by giving his time someone else while you pretended to be a bystander? But he felt relaxed now seeing the thread glowing so brightly just like his evol?

Is it because he finally find his home? One thing is for sure. He will make things right this time. He will. But how can he explain the fact he was your Kiki and you both are currently at his home?

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orellazalonia · 2 months ago

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Mischief Meets Alpine

Summary: Bucky introduces Alpine to you and Mischief one afternoon. An intense, one-sided, stare off ensues with an interesting truce that practically leaves you speechless when they start influencing each other for better or worse. (Bucky Barnes x Avengers!reader)

Disclaimer: Reader has the power to talk to animals.

Word Count: 2.3k+

A/N: To be honest, I wrote this one based on the idea given by @kissingkillercriminals in their reblog of the prequel. Hope it turns out to be a fun read for you and everyone else. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist | Whispers of the Gifted Masterlist | Prequel | Finale

It was a slow afternoon in the Tower. Clouds had gathered thickly in the sky, casting a grayish hue through the windows. Rain pattered gently against the glass, the soft drumming filling the silence in the common room.

You were curled up on the armchair with a book in your lap and Mischief lounging across your legs like the possessive feline empress she was. Her tail twitched lazily every few seconds, ears flicking to the rhythm of the raindrops. Her eyes were half-lidded, content.

That is, until the elevator dinged. Her ears perked immediately. You looked up as footsteps echoed down the hallway. Familiar ones.

“Hey,” Bucky greeted from the doorway, a little damp from the drizzle. But he wasn’t alone.

Nestled comfortably in his arms, perched like a queen surveying her domain, was a stunning white cat. Blue-eyed, snowy-soft, and eerily calm, almost regal in the way she looked around the room.

Mischief went still.

Your eyes widened. “Is that… Alpine?” You had heard of Bucky’s cat before, but never seemed to have the chance to meet her until now.

Bucky nodded, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he stepped in. “She was pacing by the window when I left the room this morning. Figured she might want a change of scenery.”

Mischief lifted her head. Her pupils narrowed sharply as she fixed her gaze on the uninvited guest. A low growl began to bubble in her throat, barely audible to anyone but you.

You gently placed your hand on her back. ‘Easy’, You thought, not even needing to speak it aloud. She didn’t seem to pick up on your message because her entire body was locked, tense, and offended.

Bucky moved slowly, like he knew he was treading on sacred ground. “Didn’t mean to start a turf war. Just figured maybe it was time.”

You stood slowly, Mischief reluctantly hopping off your lap. Her tail whipped once in warning.

Alpine was unfazed. Her blue eyes landed on Mischief with mild interest. She gave a soft, courteous mrrrow, as if greeting a fellow royal.

Mischief’s eyes narrowed. She sat, but her body language screamed intruder.

“She’s beautiful,” You said gently, watching Alpine with cautious awe. “I didn’t know she was so calm around new places.”

“She’s used to traveling,” Bucky replied, setting Alpine down slowly onto the floor. “Doesn’t like being cooped up. Kinda like me.”

You watched with a held breath as Alpine took a few exploratory steps forward. Mischief didn’t move, but her eyes tracked every inch like a sniper zeroing in. When Alpine got within a few feet, she paused. Then, with the unbothered grace of someone who feared nothing, she laid down.

Mischief hissed. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even aggressive. But it was unmistakably territorial.

“Mischief,” You warned softly, crouching next to her. “She’s not a threat.”

Bucky crouched too, beside Alpine, who had begun grooming her paw without a care in the world.

“Look at them,” He said, his voice hushed like it was a secret. “It’s like they’re trying to decide who owns the building.”

You laughed under your breath. “Mischief thinks she owns it.”

“Alpine knows she doesn’t need to prove it.”

As the two cats stared each other down, you caught it, soft and calm, threaded right beneath the silence.

She’s dramatic.

You blinked. Wait… That voice, sleek, composed, feminine, was Alpine’s. Not a meow, not a growl. Words.

You glanced at Bucky, but he was oblivious. Still watching the feline standoff like it was a chess game. Mischief’s growl rose slightly. Alpine remained still.

She likes you. That’s why she hasn’t lunged yet.

Alpine added, her voice as silky as her fur.

But I don’t back down either. So this should be interesting.

You noticed Mischief didn’t seem to hear your telepathic conversation with the newcomer. So you didn’t respond aloud, instead responding in your mind. ’You’re really not bothered, are you?’

He smells like snow and blood, but his hands are gentle. She’s possessive, not of the tower. Of you.

You felt a chill that had nothing to do with the rain. ‘I can see why.’

Mischief hissed quietly, and you caught a flicker of Alpine’s tail.

She wants me to leave.

’Will you?’ You thought, unsure if you were asking out of hope or curiosity.

No. But I’ll wait. I’m patient. She’s not the only one who’s bonded.

The two cats remained still, locked in a silent standoff. Well, more like a one-sided standoff. A slow, deliberate blink passed from Alpine to Mischief.

To your utter shock, Mischief paused for a moment before blinking back. A beat passed before she turned her head and sat down with a huff. Not surrender. But perhaps a reluctant acknowledgment.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Was that…?”

You blinked. “I think that was the feline equivalent of a handshake.”

He grinned, proud. “Progress.”

You looked down at both of them, one lounging and one sulking. You rose to your feet now, and as you did, Mischief brushed your leg with her tail, circling your feet like she was claiming you. Alpine simply hopped onto the rug and began inspecting a string toy left forgotten from Tony’s latest failed bribery attempt.

“So,” Bucky said after a moment, straightening. “What are the chances our girls end up tolerating each other?”

You glanced down at Mischief, who gave you a look that seemed to say, I allow this only because you do.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” You murmured. “But… It’s a start.”

Bucky stepped a little closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “They’re like us,” He said quietly. “Cautious. But… maybe not beyond letting someone in.”

You turned your head toward him slowly, heart skipping.

“Maybe,” You said. “If they’re lucky enough to find the right person.”

And beneath the steady sound of rain, the two of you watched the loved cats learning the quiet language of trust across the room.

Though, you didn’t know what that trust would actually entail. The first incident began with silence, which, in your experience with Mischief, was never a good sign.

The Tower was unusually quiet that morning. You were sipping tea in the kitchen, reading reports while waiting for the coffee machine to finish sputtering its way through Bucky’s drink order. Mischief had been suspiciously absent since breakfast. Alpine had vanished not long after.

You glanced toward the hallway only to find nothing out of the ordinary.

Then, a crash, coming from the direction of Tony’s lab.

Not a small bump or a gentle thud. No, this was a metallic, shattering, the Tony-will-not-be-pleased sort of crash.

You bolted upright, nearly spilling your tea, and sprinted toward the noise. Bucky was already there, jogging in from the elevator, sweatpants loose, hair damp from his time at the gym.

“You heard that too?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

Another sound followed. A high-pitched zip-zip-zip noise, like drones activating. Followed by… pawsteps?

You and Bucky skidded to a stop at the entrance to Tony’s lab. It looked like a bomb had gone off.

Three of Tony’s prototype micro-drones were hovering erratically midair, one of them twirling in panicked circles. The rest lay in pieces scattered across the floor, wires tangled like a crime scene. And in the middle of the chaos sat Alpine, tail curled delicately around her paws, completely unbothered.

On the counter nearby, Mischief crouched with a gleam in her eye that could only be described as unrepentant. She looked directly at you, then at Bucky, and gave a soft meow as if to assert her innocence.

“I think we just missed the heist,” You said breathlessly.

Bucky muttered, “Alpine was supposed to be the calm one.”

“I never said Mischief was a good influence.”

You both stepped forward carefully, surveying the disaster. Mischief had clearly pried open one of the drawers, Tony’s "Do Not Touch" ones. Wires were dragged out like spaghetti noodles. A spilled jar of who knows what rolled lazily across the floor.

“Is that my cloaking device?” Came a voice from the hallway.

You winced as Tony rounded the corner before stopping dead at the sight.

Alpine jumped gracefully down and walked over to Bucky’s feet, brushing against him as if she hadn’t just helped dismantle a small fortune in tech.

Tony's eye twitched. “Why are your cats smarter than my interns?”

“I ask myself that every day,” Bucky said, scooping up Alpine. “You didn’t leave any exploding gadgets out, right?”

“Not this week,” Tony snapped, waving a tablet like a club. “Do you even understand what they’ve broken? That drone was programmed to help defuse bombs.”

“I’m sure they had a good reason,” You offered, not that it helped, gently lifting Mischief off the counter. She purred, content and absolutely smug.

“Ask her what the hell kind of reason that would be,” Tony snapped at you.

You looked at Mischief, questioning in a flat tone. “Why?”

Mischief stretched lazily, flicked her tail, and in a nonchalant, mental whisper, said:

It blinked first.

You groaned at the excuse, hesitating before giving the answer. “She says it blinked at her.”

Tony blinked. “It blinked? That’s your defense?”

“She’s a cat, Tony.”

“Whatever.” He pointed at Bucky. “And your cat?”

Bucky looked down at Alpine, who yawned wide and graceful. She murmured to you with eerie composure,

I wanted to know if it could fly backward. It couldn’t.

You snorted before you could stop yourself.

“What?” Tony demanded, head snapping towards you.

You waved him off. “You… don’t want to know.”

Later that evening, after Tony had barricaded the lab and implemented new retinal scans to keep out the feline menaces (his words, not yours). You found Bucky in the living room with Alpine lying beside him with a toy and Mischief perched on the back of the couch.

“They’re lucky they’re cute,” You muttered, flopping down beside him.

Bucky glanced sideways. “I think they’re bonding.”

“They broke a drone.”

“Exactly.”

You looked at the two cats now comfortably sharing the space, Alpine nibbling at the feather toy, Mischief eyeing the object like it had wronged her.

You shook your head. “It’s like watching spies team up.”

“They are spies,” Bucky corrected, definitely not taking this seriously, evident by the grin he wore. “Tiny, furry, manipulative spies.”

Mischief flicked her tail in agreement as Alpine blinked slowly. And for a brief moment, peace, albeit temporary, settled over the Tower.

However, while the first incident was annoying for Tony, the second was catered more toward you and Bucky.

It started small to the point where you didn’t notice it at first. Mischief, your eternally territorial shadow, began to behave… differently. She still took up her usual place on your lap, still growled at anyone who got too close, and still owned the Tower like she paid the bills. But she started following you and Bucky when you left rooms. Lingering in the halls, appearing on counters and ledges when the two of you happened to be in the same space.

Alpine, meanwhile, watched everything from a perch of regal detachment, or so it seemed. But you knew better since you heard her.

Don’t hiss this time. Just watch. Let him sit next to her first.

You had paused when you heard it the first time, over breakfast. Mischief was on the table (illegally), staring daggers at Bucky as he walked in. Alpine, curled on the windowsill, barely flicked her tail, but her voice unintentionally slipped into your thoughts again as she directed the ‘secret’ information to Mischief:

She likes it when he brings her things and when he calls her 'trouble.' You should let her admit that.

You almost choked on your toast, but didn’t say anything when Bucky looked over at you with a questioning, concerned gaze.

That was the first clue.

The second clue came two days later, when Bucky was helping you patch up a cut you'd gotten during training. It was nothing, barely a nick, but he'd insisted. Kneeling in front of you, his gloved hand cradled your wrist while the other applied antiseptic.

Mischief watched from the armrest, her ears twitching. It was clear she was tense, jealous… until Alpine hopped up beside her and gently nudged her with her head.

Now. Purr. So she relaxes.

Mischief blinked slowly, tail twitching. Then, shockingly, she purred. Loudly and deeply. You actually laughed, easing into the moment, and Bucky glanced up at you with that rare, boyish half-smile that made your chest ache.

You knew that had been Alpine's doing. And Mischief, traitor that she was, seemed fine with it.

The third clue? Bucky confessed it.

You were sitting together in the lounge late one night, watching the rain tap softly at the windows, each of you nursing mugs of tea. Mischief dozed between you on the couch. Alpine had curled beside her, touching, no less. A miracle in itself.

Bucky tilted his head toward the sleeping cats. “You know, Alpine's been… weird.”

“Weird how?”

He hesitated. “She… keeps pushing me toward you.”

Your heart did a very stupid, very hopeful thing. “She told you that?”

He gave you a sheepish look. “She doesn’t talk to me like she talks to you, of course. But she’ll nudge me when I move away too soon. Block seats unless I sit beside you. Once she knocked my phone out of my hand when I was trying to leave the room.”

You could feel your heart beat faster, but tried to cover up your nervousness with a laugh, joking a little. “She’s matchmaking.”

“I think Mischief’s in on it, too. Last night, she dragged your hoodie into my room.”

Your eyebrows shot up. So that’s where your hoodie went, of all places.

“And then Alpine slept on it like it was a peace offering.”

You looked down at the two curled balls of fur, now subtly pressed together. Mischief’s tail lay loosely draped over Alpine’s back.

“Is this what a truce looks like?” You whispered.

Bucky’s fingers brushed yours, and you didn’t pull away.

“Looks like,” He murmured.

You didn’t answer this time, but your fingers curled around Bucky’s gently as Alpine purred softly and Mischief, even in sleep, didn’t object.

That was enough of an answer until either of you could act on the same thing both of your hearts wanted.

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lunaetis · 6 days ago

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─「银月」─ bright gold stared straight at him. there was a mix of acknowledgement and curiosity within those amber hues of hers as they reflected the sight of the person before her. viewing the world from the eyes of a feline made everything much bigger than it was, but even so his presence gave her both a sense of POWER and protection all the same. most would've been intimidated by the show of aura and resonance one could detect from being in close proximity with him, but she found it ... intriguing. almost comforting in an unconventional way.

" meow .. ? ( 保护神 ? ) " the sound of the tone was different than usual. it made the rover wonder if that also sounded different in cat language or not. she was unfamiliar with how animals communicate. if anything, she was quite grateful the other seemed to be able to understand her. forming words in such form was more challenging than she thought.

but she did perk up at his comment.

" meow ! ( yinyue ! ) " the way her eyes lit up with a feline grin was clear how proud she was to say her name. the struggle on how to actually explain that she wasn't normally a cat was real here, however. a small grumble translated into a bit of a whine as her tail flicked back and forth in thoughts. right ! she wondered if she could still use her forte to show him her real form. with that in mind, she tapped both his hands with her paws, requesting him to open them. " meow ... ( palms up, please. ) "

' GOOD . ' what feeling the feline confesses to becomes mutual . there's pleasantry too in her own manners and caution , somewhat different from the rascally strays and careless , wanton yokai that would sometimes barge in to cry and demand for a meal they would gobble down within seconds .

as a priest , he had been occasionally scratched and threatened --- only to flatten them in an instant he revealed a measure of his true size and force . the show of it turns unnecessary before his brand new company , and he watches her motion with a hint of mirth in his eyes , lusting for a touch at the pads of her feet without daring yet to distract from the topic of conversation .

' orochi ... yes , that is correct . though , it may be more suitable to call me the guardian of this place . ' dragons warded the seas and the heavens while serpents sheltered the earth . after watching her paw wave , he can't help but consider how its wriggle could resemble both a slither and flight both . ' --- and you , you don't have an owner or a name ? the cats the humans take care of , they're often given collars . ribbons and bells . you don't seem to have anything like that on you , but your manners ... they're quite tame . '

#kojikis #.[ yinyue | rover ]#.[ yin.nyan ]#[ tsun ... i love this thread so much it's healing me & my stress hgjklhklhjkl #I NEVER KNOW I NEED YIN-NYAN AS STRESS RELIEF #but also she said ' bǎohùshén ' or basically it's like a guardian deity / divine protector in chinese #according to google at least do not take my words for it lmaooooo #DO ANIMALS HAVE DIALECT DEPENDING ON THEIR HOMELAND ??? ORIGIN ??? I DUNNO #BUT I IMAGINE HER MEOWS SOUND DIFFERENT WHEN SHE SPEAKS CHINESE OR TRY TO AT LEAST #now she's gonna try to like project an image into his mind using her power of resonance #to try to tell him she ... isn't normally a cat LMAO #THE STRUGGLE TO COMMUNICATE IS REAL IT'S CUTE THO I LOVE IT ]

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deja-you · 1 month ago

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Starling: Act VIII

bucky barnes x reader

masterlist | series masterlist | previous part | epilogue

word count: 3.3K

summary: Alpine commits arson. You finally get laid. Bucky takes one small step for man, one giant leap in his emotional growth.

You’ve been glued to the TV for the past couple days.

Today is no different.

The overcast light filters into your apartment in the early morning, rain pattering gently against the walls of the building. You’ve tucked yourself into a corner of the couch, a blanket wrapped loosely around your shoulders, Alpine curled to your side as you absentmindedly watch the soft murmur of the news playing in the background. You pull a sweatshirt (one that is too large for you and smells distinctly of your neighbor when you tuck your nose into the collar and take a deep breath) tighter around yourself.

“Breaking this morning–more arrests in connection to the international network led by Lucien Virell…”

A news anchor is reporting updates on the Virell trafficking ring takedown. They’ve been reporting this for days now, and Bucky understands you well enough to make you breakfast in the morning and bring takeout over for dinner so you don’t have to miss anything. He knows you need to see all the men in suits being handcuffed at high-profile raids and boxes of documents being seized.

Bucky joins you on the couch holding two mismatched mugs. One says “World’s Okay-est Neighbor” and he takes a sip of his coffee out of it. The other is yours, faded pink ceramic. He sets it down gently in front of you on the coffee table without saying anything.

You give him a soft smile of acknowledgement before turning back to the TV. A shot of the courtroom cuts to footage of victims being reunited with their families. And that’s when you see her.

She’s older now, but it’s her. Her hair is longer, there’s a faint scar near her eye. She’s crying as she embraces a woman. Her mother. A journalist asks her a question and she manages to choke out an answer between sobs of relief and joy. Her hand tightens on her mother’s coat like a lifeline.

You sit up, remote falling off your lap. Alpine meows in discontent at your movement. Your breath catches. You exhale slowly. Bucky notices. His eyes flick from you to the girl on the screen.

“That’s her,” he says, less of a question and more of a statement.

You can’t speak at the moment so you just nod. He reaches across the cat to lace his fingers with yours. You brush your thumb gently over his knuckles.

“We got her out,” you say softly.

You remember how to breathe. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah. We did.”

Bucky moves closer now, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side. He presses a kiss against your forehead, his stumbling scratching against your skin lightly.

“She’s safe now,” he says.

“Took long enough.”

There’s just the slightest edge of hardness in your voice. Guilt. Anger.

“You never stopped trying,” Bucky reminds you gently.

You lean your head into his shoulder letting it rest there. Letting yourself rest there.

Alpine, annoyed, shifts, and climbs into Bucky’s lap. He doesn’t fight her, just adjusts his posture with a quiet sigh.

“She’s so clingy now,” he mutters.

“She gets it from you,” you shoot back.

He lets out a low laugh, not arguing.

The news continues in the background but neither of you are paying much attention anymore. The past is burning itself down quietly. Your fingers thread in tighter with his. He nudges you gently.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Getting there.”

Your nightmares become more and more infrequent.

It’s early summer, but New York is already starting to get warm.

Luckily, Bucky’s dimly lit kitchen retains some much needed coolness. The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. On the counter, the file labeled Starling sits like something radioactive.

You and Bucky stand shoulder to shoulder in silence, both barefoot. Anticipation hangs between the two of you.

Alpine hops onto the counter to examine the file. She sniffs it at first, then attempts to take a bite out of the corner of the folder before deciding she doesn’t like the taste of it. Without warning, she bats it into the stainless-steel sink, as if she’s been planning this action all day.

You and Bucky stop to look at each other. You both blink. Then at the same time, you both break out laughing at your cat’s actions.

Finally, you strike a match.

You glance at Bucky. He nods once. His hand finds the small of your back in support.

You toss the match in.

The file ignites. Pages curl and blacken. The label STARLING – Recovered Property withers into ash. The ink vanishes like a ghost. Smoke swirls upward, faint and final.

You exhale slowly.

“That’s my girl,” Bucky says gently.

You raise a brow.

“Me? Or the cat?”

He smiles.

“Yes.”

“Smooth, Barnes. Real smooth.”

“I try.”

He’s leaning against the counter now, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixed on you.

You step in between his legs, into his space. He doesn’t move away.

“What now?”

“I don’t know,” you start, “was thinking of teaching the cat to do taxes–”

Bucky closes the space between you. He kisses you mid-sentence with no warning. It’s warm and soft, and his arms stay folded over his chest.

You make a startled sound before kissing him back harder. You pull his hands away from his chest and guide them to your hips. His hands run up your back tentatively. Something shifts.

He slows down, his touch is lighter. You can feel it. He’s holding back.

Bucky pulls away just slightly.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask breathlessly.

“I didn’t stop. I’m… I’m trying not to ruin this.”

“You won’t,” you insist.

Bucky’s reply is gentle but strained.

“I want to touch you. You don’t know how bad I want to touch you. But I know what it’s like to be touched when you didn't choose it. I won’t be that to you.”

Your chest tightens at his admission. He thinks he’s protecting you. He’s trying to. But you want more. You need it.

“Bucky, I’m not made of glass,” you say, the slightest bit of frustration slipping into your tone.

“I know, but I can’t unsee the way you tense up when someone gets too close. I don’t want to go too far, I don’t want to hurt y–”

You close the gap again, once more guiding his hand lower, over your waist. Your hip. Your thigh.

“I know the difference between being taken and being wanted.” Your voice is firm, eyes burning. “I want this.”

You press your lips against his neck while he allows himself to hold you close.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this. Back at the hotel…” His voice drops. “...you in that damn dress.”

You’re smirking against his skin.

“What about it?”

His jaw is clenched, eyes dark.

“I wanted to take it off you so bad I thought I’d go insane. Nearly forgot how to breathe.”

You press yourself against him now, lips brushing his.

“Don’t hold back now.”

He lifts you like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist. You’re hyper aware of how close your center is to him. The counter disappears. The hallway blurs. The bedroom door slams shut.

“I thought about this for so long,” he murmurs into your skin. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you.

He sets you down and kisses you like he’s drowning and your kisses are oxygen. But again, he hesitates. His hands don’t roam. Not yet.

“You can touch me, Bucky.”

His breath hitches at the sound of his name on your lips.

“Say it again.”

You pull him closer.

“Touch me, Bucky.”

He’s quiet for half a second.

Then it all crashes down.

His mouth is on yours before your back hits the mattress. He pins you to the bed firmly, kissing you like he’s making up for every second he had to wait. His hands trail over your body.

Bucky tugs your shirt off first and you help him with his. He pauses for a second to take in your form beneath him, memorizing every dip and curve and scar. Bucky leaves kisses on your collarbone, then kisses down lower. His hands find their way to your breasts, cupping them hungrily. Something awakens in you at the touch of cool metal against your skin. You gasp.

His hands pause. Concern flickers across his face.

“Too much?”

You shake your head, trying to find words.

“Not enough.”

He takes this as encouragement to unbutton your pants and pull them off your legs. All slowness and tenderness has gone out the window and all that is left is eagerness and desperation.

Bucky’s hands pin your hips to the bed as he presses urgent kisses to your hips, getting dangerously close to where you need him. His fingers pull at the lace of your underwear and he looks up to you for permission. You can only manage an overwhelmed nod, and he makes quick work discarding them.

One hand keeps your hips in place on the bed while the other slides two fingers inside you. You gasp and he’s quick to silence you with his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” he says, voice strained.

His thumb finds your clit and his fingers find a steady pace. Your legs are already shaking as you moan into his mouth.

You pull away just enough to place one hand on his chest.

“Bucky. Please. I need you inside me.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice. He removes his fingers from you. You have a moment of reprieve as he stands to remove the rest of his clothes. Then you feel the mattress dip between your legs. He pulls you by your hips to be closer to him.

He lines himself up, and with each breath you can feel the head of his cock against your eager folds.

“Tell me… Tell me to stop,” his voice is hoarse.

You know that if you tell him to stop right now, he will. Even though you can hear in his voice how desperate he is. How much he needs you right now.

“Bucky, don’t you dare stop.”

That’s it. That’s all he needed.

He’s pushing into you slowly, and you have to remind yourself to breathe as you feel yourself stretch around him. In one hand, he has your hands pinned above your head and you have nothing to hold onto as he pushes his final inch into you. You take a deep breath, adjusting to the feeling of fullness–

He pushes in deeper.

That was not the final inch.

You gasp, squirming under him.

“Bucky… I-I… please.”

He continues pressing in deeper, his breath ragged against your skin.

“You’re taking it so well,” he says. “Y’look so beautiful under me.”

You’ve lost the ability to speak and are only able to respond to him in soft whimpers and moans.

Finally, he buries himself completely inside you and holds himself there. Bucky takes your hand and guides it down to your lower stomach. He holds your hand slush against your skin so you can feel his length in you, so you can feel just how full you are. You clench around him and he grunts above you at the feeling of you so tight around him.

“I swear, Bucky,” you say breathlessly, “if you don’t fuck me like you me–”

He finally snaps his hips into you, and you desperately grab at his shoulders to find something to hold onto. You throw your head back into the mattress as something between a scream and a moan escapes from your lips. One of Bucky’s hands grips your hip while the other squeezes your breast as he continues to push himself into you at a punishing pace.

He’s worshiping you. Telling you how beautiful you look. How good you felt. You barely process a word of it as he rocks into you harder. His hand slides between your bodies and he finds your clit.

“Just like that,” his voice is breathy.

You arch your back at an especially deep thrust and come apart under him, a strangled cry escaping your mouth. Your chest arches up and brushes his as your head presses deeper into the mattress.

But he doesn’t stop.

He continues at his fast pace and you don’t have time to come down from your high. You have a hard time catching your breath as you realize his rhythm isn’t slowing down.

“Bucky-!”

You’re panting beneath him, fighting the tight feeling in your lower stomach to get the words out.

“I-I… Bucky, I don’t know if I can… oh my god.”

You don’t think you can take any more when his thrusts become sloppier, and then with one final thrust he spills inside of you, his arms struggling not to let the entire weight of his body collapse on top of you.

You’re both breathing heavily as he presses slower kisses against your collarbone. It takes both of you a couple minutes to figure out speech again.

“So,” you say, breathless, “that’s what happens when you stop holding back?”

Bucky is still trying to catch his breath but you hear something laugh-adjacent from him.

“...yeah. You okay?”

“More than okay,” you grin.

He finally manages to pull out of you and collapses at your side on his back.

“I meant it,” he says. “I’ve wanted to touch you like that since the day we met. I wanted you before I even understood how much.”

You close your eyes.

“Yeah. I think I did, too.”

There’s a long pause of silence as the both of you try to regain any lost composure.

Then–

“We’re definitely going to get a noise complaint from Mr. Keller if this is how loud you get.”

You laugh, freely and fully, shoving his shoulder.

Dr. Raynor clicks her pen as she flips through her notepad. She likes to start sessions like this, with long… heavy… silences. It reminds Bucky of interrogations.

“You’re twitchier than usual,” she finally says. “That means either something bad happened…or something good did.”

She glances up and raises an eyebrow.

“You look different.”

“Got a haircut.”

“Try again,” her tone is flat.

“I had a salad yesterday.”

“Wow. Stop the presses. A haircut and leafy greens in one week.”

Bucky shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“I’ve been… sleeping better.”

“Sleeping better, huh? Since when?”

“Since… recently.”

Dr. Raynor narrows her eyes. She knows. He knows she knows.

“Nightmares?” She asks.

“Still there. Just…quieter.”

She taps her pen on her notepad, then flips back a few pages.

“You mentioned her again last time.”

“She’s around,” he replies, fidgeting a little.

“Around like Alpine? Or around like you’re pretending she’s not living in your apartment?”

“She’s not living in my apartment.”

“Mhm,” Dr. Raynor nods slowly. “She just spends the night. With her cat.”

“My cat,” Bucky corrects.

She raises an eyebrow.

“Our cat,” he concedes.

“Let me guess. She keeps a toothbrush at your place and one suspiciously fluffy bathrobe?”

“She gets cold,” he mutters.

“And I’m sure that robe just climbed through the window on its own.”

He glares at the floor, not attempting to deny it.

“She still doesn’t ask questions?”

“Nope. But she knows when something’s off. Always.”

“And you like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Still putting your guard up when someone reaches for your left hand?”

A pause.

“...not when it’s her.”

“Oh my God,” Dr. Raynor says dryly, “you’re in love.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m a licensed professional. It’s my expert opinion.”

“I hate it here.”

“No, you love our chats.”

“Only when you’re not making fun of me.”

“It’s my job,” she insists.

She taps her pen against her notebook, slowly working up to something.

“You’re thinking about asking her something.”

“Am I?” Bucky responds more guardedly, surprised that Dr. Raynor read him so easily.

“Come on, Barnes. You’re fidgeting like a kid about to ask his crush to prom.”

“It’s not–look. I was just thinking maybe… a new place. Different layout.”

“Ah. A completely unrelated new apartment,” Dr. Raynor nods.

“It has skylights,” he says, deadpan.

“For the cat?”

“Obviously.”

She scribbles something in her notebook. Bucky eyes it warily.

“Let me see that.”

“Absolutely not.”

He narrows his eyes.

“What’d you write?”

“‘Subject deflects with feline-based excuses.’”

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

Her tone softens. Just a little.

“Look. You’re doing good. Don’t panic and run just because something finally feels right.”

“Well don’t jinx it.”

“Not a jinx. Just a reminder. You’ve done the work. You deserve this.”

“You’re going to wear a hole through the ground if you keep pacing like that.”

You’re sipping tea from a mug, curled up on the couch in Bucky’s t-shirt. Alpine is dramatically draped across your lap, batting at your hand as she waits for attention. Bucky’s been pacing back and forth in the kitchen for the last ten minutes, clearly nervous about something, and for some reason, he thought you wouldn’t notice.

“Whatever it is, can you just get it off your chest already?”

He stops pacing.

“So I’ve been thinking,” he says, straining to sound casual, “about moving.”

You freeze, mid-sip of tea and narrow your eyes. Is this some kind of prank to get you back for considering moving a couple weeks ago?

“You…what? You’re leaving me?”

“No–no!” Bucky stumbles over his words. “I meant–like–upstairs. 4A. Bigger windows. New appliances. Still the same building.”

You raise a suspicious brow.

“So. You’re running away from me… one floor up.”

He clears his throat.

“Well. I figured maybe… you’d miss Alpine. So you’d want to be closer…”

He’s not very good at this.

“Closer?”

You blink once.

“Is this your way of asking me to move in without actually asking me to move in?”

He looks cornered.

“Well. Not not that.”

You tilt your head.

“It’s got two bedrooms,” he continues, “I figured–you know. If you wanted your own space. Or for guests. Or Alpine. Whatever.”

You smirk.

“Oh. I see. You don’t want to share a room with me.”

His eyes eiden.

“No! That’s not–yes! I mean–of course I do.”

He rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks tinges with the slightest pink.

“I just thought… in case you wanted it. But I’d rather… I’d rather share with you. Always.”

You set your tea down and shift Alpine off your lap.

“So the second bedroom’s a peace offering?”

“Something like that. A bribe, maybe.”

You walk over, stopping just in front of him.

“You sure?”

He shrugs. “Not like you’d be leaving my bed much either way.”

Your breath hitches. He notices.

“You really want this?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he answers honestly.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“If we do this, you’re carrying all my heavy boxes.”

He scoffs, tugging you flush against him.

“That was always going to be the plan, Birdie.”

He kisses you deeper, his hands find your hips like muscle memory. You let out a soft sound–half gasp, half moan. He backs you up toward the couch, lips brushing over your jaw, then down your neck. His vibranium hand slides under the hem of your shirt.

“Bucky…” you whisper his name like a spell.

That’s all it takes. He groans softly and scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom. Alpine blinks once at the disappearance of her parents, then moves to hop up onto the counter to spread out next to the minimal warmth the candle left flickering in the kitchen offers. It smells of soft linen and vetiver, with just the trace of something smoky underneath. Like the echo of something burned away, made room for something more. The label reads New Beginnings.

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xuchiya · 5 months ago

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accidentally have 8 pets || ateez || chapter 2

| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: doctors. vets. needles. adoption. mean husky owner. TAGLIST: CLOSED

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When the day finally arrived—a full week later—I sprang out of bed with a surge of excitement thrumming in my chest. The thought of welcoming another companion into the apartment filled me with anticipation, making my morning routine feel lighter than usual.

As I stepped into the kitchen, the scent of warm, buttery pancakes greeted me. Douyin stood by the stove, expertly flipping the last batch before sliding them onto a plate. Wooyoung perched on the counter, his sleek black fur shimmering under the kitchen light as he meticulously groomed himself.

“Good morning, Woo,” I murmured, running my fingers through his fur as I passed by. Predictably, he let out an irritated hiss before hopping off the counter and making his way to his food bowl with an air of feline dignity.

I chuckled softly and moved behind Douyin, wrapping my hands around my warm coffee mug. “Morning, Do.”

He exhaled sharply, barely glancing up. “Please don’t tell me you’re planning something today.”

I frowned, feigning innocence as I took a seat across from him and helped myself to breakfast. “Why would you say that?”

He gave me a long, knowing look before shaking his head. “Your energy is different today.”

I hummed in amusement, taking a bite of my pancakes. “Is that a bad thing?”

Douyin sighed, setting down his fork. “Not bad—just suspicious. It’s the same energy you had when you brought Wooyoung home. And when you keep buying albums online. And buying lightsticks—”

I raised a hand, cutting him off with a sheepish laugh. “Okay, okay, I get it. But can you really blame me? The world can be harsh and there are things that need to be healed so you can keep moving forward.”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “It’s not that, Noona. It’s just... I already know I won’t like whatever you’re about to say. And yet, somehow, you always gaslight me into believing it’s for the greater good.”

I grinned, shoulders rising in an exaggerated ‘Well, you’re not wrong’ movement. He groaned, running a hand down his face. “And since you’re my noona, I don’t really have a choice but to listen, do I?”

My playful demeanor softened, and I placed my fork down, looking at him earnestly. “Do, you do have a choice. If something bothers you, you can always tell me. But I also know that Taehyun already texted you about me adopting a new kitty.”

He scoffed, rubbing his temple. “And I already knew you’d made up your mind. Not just for you—but for Woo, too.”

Our gazes drifted toward Wooyoung, who was now curled up in his little cat house, his tail twitching as he pawed at a loose thread. My heart clenched at the sight. I adored Wooyoung with all my heart, but even I couldn’t ignore how lonely he looked whenever I left for long hours at the café. He always greeted me with the loudest meows when I came home, his soft purring grounding me after exhausting days. But the thought of him spending all those hours alone in an empty apartment—it ached.

I turned back to Douyin, my voice quieter. “Are you okay with it?” He stared at me for a long moment before sighing in defeat. Then, without warning, he stood up, walked over, and wrapped his arms around me.

“When I said it’s for the greater good,” he murmured, squeezing me a little tighter, “I always knew it really is.”

A warmth bloomed in my chest, and I chuckled softly, hugging him back.

After getting ready for the day, Douyin waved goodbye as he hopped onto his scooter, speeding off toward the university. I watched him disappear down the street before adjusting the strap of my tote bag, where Wooyoung was nestled comfortably. His small weight was familiar, a warm presence against my side as I made my way toward the café.

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh bread from nearby bakeries. By the time I arrived, the café was still quiet, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound accompanying me as I prepared pastries and brewed the first batch of coffee. The comforting routine settled over me like second nature—measuring ingredients, kneading dough, setting trays into the oven.

But amidst the peaceful rhythm, an insistent meow broke through the silence.

I paused, turning toward the source of the noise. Wooyoung, still tucked inside my tote bag, was yowling at me as if demanding my full attention. He jumps out of the bag, trotting towards me, “Woo~baby,” I cooed, wiping flour from my hands as I crouched down to his level. “For the love of goodness, why are you meowing so loud?”

He quieted for a moment, then wove between my legs, his tail brushing against my calves. I sighed, reading his body language all too well. I squatted down, resting my elbows on my knees. “Are you worried that I’ll replace you with the new kitty?”

Wooyoung stopped in front of me, his golden eyes blinking slowly. His silence spoke volumes. I let out a soft breath, reaching out to scratch under his chin. “I would never do that, Woo. You’ll always be my number one kitty and my manager.”

He let out a soft mewl before rubbing his head against my knee, his affection melting away whatever lingering guilt I had.

I chuckled, stroking his fur gently. “I love you too, Woo.”

Once the pastries were neatly packed into a paper bag, I adjusted my tote, making sure Wooyoung was secure inside. His head poked out just enough to watch our surroundings as I made my way back to the clinic. The familiar chime of the entrance bell rang as I stepped inside, the scent of antiseptic mixing with the sweet aroma of baked goods.

"And that's official!" Taehyun announced with a grin as I signed the adoption papers. "Mr. Hongjoong here is now adopted."

I blinked, looking up from the paper. "Hongjoong?" Looking over at the now clean and well-groomed cat, I took in his fresh trim, the soft collar around his neck. He looked... regal, even after everything he had been through.

Taehyun chuckled, nodding towards Wooyoung. "You named him after a black cat from one of the groups you like, so why not keep the theme going? At least you won’t have to struggle thinking of a name."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, Wooyoung suddenly wriggled free from my bag, landing on the ground with a soft thud, "Wooyoung!" I called, scared that he might pick up a cat-fight with Hongjoong. He darted forward, stopping just in front of Hongjoong. The new cat eyed him warily, body tense. Then, to my surprise, Wooyoung leaned in, nudging his head against Hongjoong’s neck. The other cat hesitated but eventually leaned away, cautious but not entirely rejecting the interaction.

Taehyun laughed, ruffling their fur. "Looks like they're getting along well."

I nodded, though my eyes lingered on Hongjoong. A name once familiar now rolled off my tongue with ease, "Hongjoong..."

That evening, after settling Hongjoong into his new home, I busied myself tidying up the apartment while the two cats got acquainted. The space had always felt warm, familiar—a reflection of the quiet comfort I’d built for myself—but tonight, something was different. The air felt charged with a presence I couldn’t quite name, as if an unspoken thread had been woven between me and the small feline now exploring his surroundings.

Wooyoung, ever the observant one, had taken to watching Hongjoong with sharp, knowing eyes, his tail swishing in slow, measured movements. Unlike the playful ball of energy he usually was, he remained still, tracking Hongjoong’s every step as if studying him—no, as if recognizing him.

I had just finished washing the dishes when an urgent meow cut through the quiet. I turned, only to find Wooyoung staring at me, his pupils dilated, his tail flicking in agitation. He let out another loud yowl, his paws stamping against the floor in frustration.

“Woo~baby, what is it now?” I sighed, drying my hands on a towel. Instead of responding with another impatient meow, Wooyoung did something unexpected—he bit the hem of my pants and tugged.

A sharp pull, insistent. My brows furrowed. This wasn’t like him. “Okay, okay! Geez, you’re acting like the world’s about to end,” I muttered, allowing him to lead me forward.

He practically dragged me down the hall, stopping abruptly at the door to my bedroom. My heart kicked against my ribs as I stared at him. His ears were flattened slightly, his body tense with a quiet urgency that sent a shiver down my spine.

“What, is there a ghost or something?” I joked weakly, reaching for the doorknob. I hadn’t expected my breath to catch the moment I pushed it open.

There, settled on top of my vanity, was Hongjoong. But it wasn’t just the sight of him that made my pulse stutter—it was what he held between his tiny teeth.

A string of pearls.

My pearl necklace. The one my grandmother had gifted me all those years ago. The one I kept safely in my vanity, untouched, protected. And yet, here it was, dangling from his mouth like some treasured prize.

“Hongjoong,” I breathed, stepping forward as if in a trance. The small feline met my gaze with golden eyes that held something deeper than mere curiosity. There was recognition there, a quiet understanding, as if he knew the significance of what he held. He nibbled at the pearls, his ears twitching ever so slightly at my reaction.

I knelt before him, my hand outstretched, my heart hammering in my chest. “That’s not food, you know.”

He hesitated for a moment, then, with a tiny chirp, finally released the necklace into my palm. The cool weight of the pearls against my skin sent a strange wave of emotion through me—something unexplainable, something heavy yet oddly comforting.

It reminded me of that one clip of my bias, completely dressed good in one of his fashion runways in Paris, how he adores pearls as it always looks extravagant in every look. I look between the pearl necklace and Hongjoong, “Do you like this Hongie?”

The cat meows softly, blinking slowly. Beside me, Wooyoung let out an exasperated grumble and promptly bopped Hongjoong on the head with his paw, as if scolding him for causing unnecessary trouble.

A laugh bubbled up from my throat, breaking the quiet tension. Hongjoong, unfazed by the reprimand, rubbed his small body against my arm, his purrs vibrating through my skin like a gentle hum of reassurance.

I exhaled, shaking my head with a fond smile. “Guess I’ll have to keep this somewhere safer, huh?”

Wooyoung, still watching with his ever-perceptive gaze, huffed before plopping down beside me, his warm presence grounding me.

Hongjoong curled up against my leg, his small frame pressing into me like he belonged there, as if he had always belonged. His purring never stopped, steady and rhythmic, syncing with the quiet thrum of my own heartbeat.

I ran my fingers through their soft fur, my chest tightening with something indescribable—something that felt like fate, like familiarity, like the beginning of a story I hadn’t yet realized I was part of.

These past days, ever since I adopted Hongjoong, I started noticing something peculiar—he always seemed to meow at the way I dressed. Like even my mismatched pajamas, whether he clawed his paws at it or not, meows to no end— Douyin even has to change his pants often because Hong joong tends to hiss at our chosen outfits.

For example, like today, I was getting ready to meet up with Douyin for our usual grocery run before movie night. So, I slipped into a simple, bright-colored top and a pair of white pants. Since it wasn’t a fancy place, I figured something cozy would do. Just as I was about to leave my room, a loud, drawn-out meow stopped me in my tracks.

Hongjoong hissed.

Shocked, I turned around, my brows furrowing. He had never hissed at me before. Near the door, Wooyoung simply watched as the scene unfolded, his tail curled neatly around his paws, “H-Hongie? What’s the matter with you?” I asked, confused. “Wooyoung, what happened?”

Wooyoung only purred in response before climbing onto my bed, entirely unbothered. Before I could make sense of it, Hongjoong suddenly dashed toward a pile of unfolded clothes on my chair and dove straight into them.

My eyes widened as I rushed forward. “Hongie! What are you doing?”

Frantically, I started removing each article of clothing, trying to reach him. Finally, when I removed the last piece, I found him staring up at me, his doe eyes round and unwavering. Clutched in his tiny mouth was a familiar piece of fabric.

A cream-colored, simple crop top. I frowned, picking him up. “Hongie… what–…” My voice trailed off as I realized he was biting onto my crop top. I looked between him and the shirt, the gears in my mind turning.

“Okay… Thank you?” I said, cautiously taking the cloth from him. I was about to toss it onto my drawer when a sharp meow stopped me again. Hongjoong clawed at my current top, his little paws insistent. I stared at him. Then at the crop top. Then back at him.

He… wanted me to wear it?

I sighed, placing him beside Wooyoung before turning around to change. Slipping into the crop top, I smoothed it down and turned to glance at the mirror. My eyes widened in surprise. The top actually looked good. The color complimented my pants perfectly. It was simple, yet it somehow worked better than my original choice.

I turned to face my two feline fashion critics. “Do I look good?”

Hongjoong blinked slowly—a cat’s way of showing affection. Wooyoung, on the other hand, simply yawned before hopping off the bed and exiting the room without a care. I sighed, shaking my head as I grabbed a pair of socks and scooped Hongjoong into my arms. “Mister, I am talking to you too.”

He only meowed before settling himself onto the couch, utterly content. I chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Fine, fine. But I’m not taking fashion advice from you every day, okay?”

Hongjoong merely purred, as if to say, We’ll see about that.

Later that evening, while Douyin went to his room to get ready, the two kittens finished their dinner as I busied myself preparing for our movie marathon. The apartment felt warm, cozy, just as it always did—until a sudden howl echoed from the other side of the door.

I froze, my hands pausing mid-motion. Wooyoung and Hong joong’s ears perked up from their spot and jump on the table near the entrance, ears twitching as they, too, turned their attention toward the sound.

Frowning, I stepped closer and peeked through the peephole. A gray husky sat outside the apartment across from mine, its paws scratching at the door, its cries muffled yet urgent. My heart clenched at the sight. How long has it been out here?

Without thinking, I opened the door and stepped out.

The two cats darted after me, their tiny paws padding against the floor, but they didn’t stray far—only stopping just past the threshold to cautiously observe the crying dog. The husky let out another whimper, but the moment it noticed me, it yelped and took a small step back, its tail curling slightly. I softened my expression, offering a small smile before glancing at the closed door.

Gently, I knocked.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open to reveal a man—somewhere older than me, groggy, disheveled, and already looking irritated. His eyes flickered between me and the husky before narrowing. “What do you want, lady? This better be good.”

A wave of unease settled in my chest right off the bat, but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on the husky still lingering by my feet, “Your dog was pawing at the door,” I said, keeping my tone even. “I figured he might’ve gotten locked out by accident—”

“I know that,” the man interrupted, voice sharp. My eyes widened slightly, subtly trying not to be scared yet the hisses of the cat were enough to show how much this man showed off too much bad aura. “I was about to get him myself. No need to shove it in my face. You’re not his owner.” Before I could say another word, he clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers. “Get in here, boy.”

The husky hesitated. I swore I saw a flicker of fear in its blue eyes before it finally obeyed, slinking inside with its head low.

And just like that, the door slammed shut. I blinked, stunned. My lips parted, but no words came out. The air felt heavy, an uncomfortable weight pressing against my chest. That man… something about the way he spoke, the way he treated the husky, made an uneasy coil in my stomach.

I was still staring at the closed door when the one behind me opened, “Noona?”

Douyin’s voice pulled me back to the present. I turned to see him standing there, concern laced in his features. “What were you doing outside? Hong, Woo, get inside, you two.” The two kittens trotted back into the apartment, but I remained still, my gaze lingering on the door in front of me.

A small sigh escaped my lips. “I hope the husky is okay.”

Douyin stood beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder in silent reassurance. I could only hope that behind that door, the husky wasn’t being met with the same coldness I had just witnessed.

After setting up for our usual weekend movie marathon, I watched as Hongjoong stretched lazily on the couch, his pearl collar catching the dim glow of the TV screen. It suited him too well, almost as if he had always worn pearls, like they belonged to him in another life.

Yet, no matter how much I tried to focus on the comfort of the moment, my mind kept drifting back to the husky. The way he whimpered at that door. The way he hesitated, ears pinned back, before obeying his owner’s sharp command.

A quiet sigh escaped me.

Beside me, Douyin noticed instantly. He mirrored my sigh before reaching over to gently pat my head.

“Don’t worry about it, Noona,” he murmured. “Dogs are intelligent, you know? They understand things in ways we don’t. If it ever gets too rough… they know when to leave.”

His words were meant to reassure me, but they only deepened the ache in my chest. I ran my fingers through Wooyoung’s soft fur, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my touch.

“It’s just…” My voice faltered. “Dogs are loyal. They don’t just walk away.”

Douyin leaned back, arms folded. “That’s true,” he admitted. “But they also know who has a good heart and who doesn’t.” His eyes flickered toward me, warm yet firm. “So for now, focus on the movie.”

The microwave beeps from the kitchen, and I instinctively moved to get up, but Douyin beat me to it. “You’ve done enough prep,” he said, already walking away. Moments later, he returned with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn, handing it to me before flopping onto the couch with a tired sigh. Hongjoong curling up beside him, Douying automatically scratching the spot behind his ear.

“I still can’t believe you actually got him a custom pearl collar,” he muttered, shaking his head.

I smirked, tossing a piece of popcorn into my mouth. “He kept going back to my jewelry. I figured it’d make him happy.” Hongjoong let out a contented purr, curling up on his lap, paws tucked neatly beneath him. He seemed so at peace, the pearls glistening softly around his neck.

Then, just as the movie is half way—momentarily forgetting about the husky, Hongjong lifted his head, ears twitching at something across the room. A moment later, he leaped off the couch, trotting towards my shelf of album collections. Douyin and I shared a glance before watching him intently. He didn’t just stare at the shelf—he fixated on a single album. Then, with careful precision, he lifted his paw and tapped against the cover, right on Hongjoong’s face.

Douyin sucked in a sharp breath. “Hey, Noona... has it ever occurred to you what reincarnation could be?”

I frowned, adjusting Wooyoung, who had his mouth wide open in his sleep, completely oblivious to the shift in atmosphere. “No... I mean, if it does, it shows.”

My gaze trailed back to Hongjoong, who still sat there, unmoving, his golden eyes locked onto the image of the man he shared a name with. Douyin exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, but... it’s weird, right? The way he acts. It’s like—”

“It can’t be that they were reincarnated,” I cut in, my voice quieter than before. But even as I said it, doubt lingered in my mind.

I turned towards the framed group photo on the shelf. They had disappeared without a trace years ago, right after one of their members returned from hiatus. No news. No updates. Nothing. The entire world moved on, but for those of us who had been waiting, the silence had never stopped echoing.

And yet, staring at Hongjoong now, at how still he sat—like he was remembering something beyond this life—I felt a quiet shiver run down my spine.

Because deep down, I never truly believed they were gone. Maybe… they were just somewhere we couldn’t find.

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heartsforvin · 1 year ago

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BIRTHDAY BOY

can’t believe my baby boy is 22 🥹 enjoy this smut in honor of da bday boy himself !!!! hope you all like it <3

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, use of pet names, praise kink, bit of degradation, spit play (is that a thing ??), slapping, overstimulation, use of vibrator, bit of cum play, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: it’s his day so why not let him take control, right?

you woke up extra early to surprise your boyfriend with a special birthday breakfast. you went into the kitchen and made his favorite breakfast meal.

hera came up behind you, brushing against your leg with a small meow.

you look down and give her a smile before continuing to make vinnie’s food.

once it’s finished, you add finishing touches and a glass of orange juice before setting everything on a tray and bringing it back into your shared bedroom.

pushing the door open with your foot, you quietly make your way into the room, noticing vinnie is still asleep.

you almost don’t want to wake him. the way he’s sleeping so peacefully, curls messily in his face as soft snores erupt from his mouth.

you also didn’t want the freshly made food go to waste. so, you placed the tray on the dresser before walking over to your boyfriends side of the bed.

sitting down next to him, you slowly push the sheets away, the tattoo on his upper back coming into your view.

smiling softly, you drag your nails gently along his skin, whispering for him to wake up.

vinnie moans softly before mumbling something you can’t quite hear before shifting in his sleep.

“come on vinnie, get up,” you run your fingers through his hair. “made you a special breakfast.”

vinnie smiles at your words, he lifts his head up and looks at you. “goodmorning sleepyhead.” you say kissing his cheek.

his smile doesn’t falter as you kiss his cheeks. a subtle whine leaves his lips when you stand up, but his expression changes once he sees the tray of food.

“your favorite just for you, my love.” you say, waiting for him to sit up against the headboard before placing the tray on the bed in front of him.

sitting next to him, vinnie smiles and thanks you before digging into his meal. you smile at him, threading your fingers through his messy curls as he eats.

“whatcha’ wanna do today, birthday boy?” you ask with a smirk, making vinnie laugh.

he finishes up his breakfast before answering you. “wanna know what i really want?”

you laugh and push his chest, already knowing where this is going. it was no surprise that’s what he wanted, birthday or not.

“get your mind outta’ the gutter for five minutes, hacker,” you chuckle. “before we get to that, what would you like?”

he smirks at you. “oh so i am gettin’ it tonight?” he teases.

grabbing the tray, you stand up and walk to the door before turning your head to look at him. “keep talking like that and you won’t.” you wink.

vinnie waves you off and you laugh as you exit the room to clean up the dishes from the breakfast you had made.

as you do, vinnie decides to get up and get ready for the day. after his shower and after shower routine, vinnie meets you in the kitchen.

he sees hera laying on her cat tree and goes up to her, scratching under her ear before kissing her head.

“go put a shirt on, i’m taking you out for the day.” you tell your boyfriend as you dry your hands.

vinnie walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, yours going to rest behind his neck.

“or,” he starts before kissing you softly, his bare chest pressed against you. “we can stay in and just chill ‘til later.”

you smile and push him away before pushing him to the bedroom door. “shirt, now. i wanna treat you, it’s your day.”

he puts his hands up in defense as he backs up into the bedroom. “okay miss bossy, i’ll go put a shirt on.”

you chuckle at his antics as you walk over to hera, who was still on her cat tree. you kiss her head and tell her the two of you will be back before going to grab your purse.

calling out for your boyfriend, he’s quick to respond with a playful remark before swinging his arm around you and heading out the door.

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after hours of shopping and treating vinnie to lunch, the two of you made it home just in time for vinnie to go out with his friends.

you remembered him telling you him and his friends were hanging out tonight.

he had offered you to go with, but you told him to go alone, that it was his night so he can spend time with his friends.

kissing your cheek, he said he’d be back later and that he loved you.

you did your own thing until vinnie got back. about an hour or so later he had texted you that he was five minutes away from the house.

perfect. you thought to yourself. you had this whole idea planned out.

you remembered the conversation from this morning, how vinnie asked if he was ‘gettin’ it’ tonight. as soon as he said that an idea popped into your head.

heading into the closet of your shared bedroom, you go through all your lingerie sets before being met with the perfect one.

a black lace set vinnie had specifically picked out. it was his absolute favorite on you too, not to mention.

finishing up dressing yourself, you jump slightly when you hear the front door shut and vinnie shouting across the house for you.

making sure your set is covered for now, you quickly walk out of the closet and into the kitchen.

“hey baby,” you greet the blonde with a smile. “how was the party?”

the smile on his face tells you he’s definitely a bit tipsy. vinnie grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, kissing you passionately.

“have you always looked this fuckin’ sexy?” his eyes look over your body hungrily, voice deep as he asks the question.

it doesn’t even register to you that he didn’t answer your question. you’re a blushing mess already at just one compliment.

his head dips from your lips to your neck, his grip on your hips tight. he leaves bruises on your neck, making you moan softly as he does.

you move your hips so you’re pressing against him, vinnie groans as he feels you pressing against his cock.

“feel that?” he asks against the skin of your neck. he moves his hand to grab yours, moving it down his pants so you can feel his hard on through his jeans. “get me so worked up, baby.”

the sound of your sweet giggles fills his ears and he can’t help but smile against the purple bruise that he’s created on your skin.

tapping your thigh, he signals you to jump into his arms. you do and he holds you by your ass as he walks the two of you to your bedroom.

once in the bedroom, he kicks the door shut and pushes you against it, kissing you roughly.

“mmh, vinnie.” you moan against his lips, trying to gain his attention.

he pulls away and looks at you, that same desire still in his eyes. “bed, please.” you mumble.

a drunken smile appears on his beautiful face as he takes you to the bed and gently places you on it.

you look up at him with a smile, and he can’t help but return it. his hands rest on the bed as he leans down to kiss you. moaning into his mouth, he can’t help but groan.

he pulls away and you watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt. you decide to help him, so you sit up and unbutton the last few buttons.

pushing the shirt off him, your hands find his stomach as you move them up his body, smiling as you do so.

vinnie lightly pushes you against the bed, he asks if he can remove your clothes before you tell him yes and he does so.

his mouth goes dry once he sees the lingerie set underneath your everyday clothes.

“sneaky, sneaky girl,” he rasps, and all you do is smile when you realize he knew you planned this whole thing. “wearin’ my favorite lingerie of yours, you knew you were gonna get this, huh?”

biting your lip, you just look up at him as you bat your lashes. he chuckles before leaving down to kiss you.

his hands reach your tits, massaging both of them in his hands as the kiss becomes more intense.

after a few seconds he groans into your mouth before standing up again. you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants along with his boxers.

a whine slips past your lips as you watch his cock spring free of its confinements. vinnie looks up at you and smiles.

you scoot against the bed until your back hits the headboard, spreading your legs for your boyfriend as you wait for what he’ll do next.

he kneels on the bed, inching towards you before stopping and grabbing his cock in his hands and rubbing it along your clothed pussy.

you wince at the feeling of him against you. he chuckles as he watches a wet patch form at the panty part of the lingerie.

“strip.” his all he says and you waste no time doing as told.

once completely naked and sprawled out for him, vinnie smiles before he rubs his cock along your now bare cunt.

you moan at the feeling of actually feeling him against you now. he just smiles as he continues to do it.

“gonna have my fun with you, yeah?” he asks, and you just nod, completely submitting yourself to him.

vinnie kisses you before he stands up and goes over to the dresser. you look up and wonder what he’s grabbing before you hear the buzzing noise.

clenching around nothing, you hold back your noises as vinnie climbs back on the bed.

he lays down on the bed so his face is mere inches from your already dripping pussy. he looks up at you and gives you a sweet smile before bringing the vibrator up to you.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath when you feel the vibrator against you.

he pushes the toy inside of you before holding it there for a second then dragging it to your clit.

you immediately grip the sheets and push your head into the pillow with a loud moan of vinnie’s name.

“feel good sweetheart?” he asks, already knowing the answer as he watches your pussy clench.

you nod, seeing as that’s all you can do. he keeps the toy on your clit for awhile before moving it up and down against you.

“fuck, vin ‘m gonna cum.” you moan, gripping the bedsheets as vinnie turns up the toy to the next highest setting.

he gives you a mischievous grin before pushing it against you more. “give it to me, baby. be a good girl, c’mon.” he encourages.

before you can get another word out you’re cumming around the toy with a whine added to it as you try to come down from your orgasm.

vinnie has other ideas though, seeing as he hasn’t pulled the toy away from your sensitive cunt.

“baby, please.” you whine, the feeling of sensitivity rushing through you.

he tsks and pushes it into you more. “know you got another one in you, pretty girl.” he tells you.

with a shake to your head, you grip the sheets again as the intensity of the toy hits you and you’re cumming again.

“there it is,” his voice deep as he turns the toy off and places it on the bed. “such a good girl for me.”

you give him a weak smile as he comes up to kiss you softly. “need that pretty pussy wrapped around me.” he says against your lips.

that does nothing to help the sensitivity you feel at all. you clench around nothing once more before you feel vinnie’s cock against you.

“you gonna let me use you, baby? let me fuck you ‘til you’re nothing but a shaking mess for me?” his words go right through you and you smash your lips onto his.

you push your hips up to meet his and he gets the message. he grabs his cock in his hand again and lines himself up with your entrance.

pushing himself into you, both of you let out moans as he waits for you to adjust. once you give him the go-ahead, he starts moving.

his gains a good rhythm before reaching up and grabbing your right breast in his hand.

“fuckin’ love your tits, y’know that, sweetheart?” he tells you, you just nod your head, unable to form words.

he chuckles and grasps your nipple with his forefinger before punching it, making you moan.

“such a fuckin’ slut f’me, yeah? do whatever i say when i got you like this.”

vinnie gets an idea and grabs the vibrator again. you hear the buzzing and start to pry yourself away.

with his hand roughly grasping your hip and his thrusts picking up speed, there’s no use.

you feel the toy on your clit again and moan loudly at the feeling. the pressure of the toy on your bundle of nerves and vinnie’s cock hitting that perfect spot repeatedly is too much.

“g-gonna cum again!” you announce, pushing your head into the pillow.

vinnie grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. you have tears welling in your eyes, orgasm so close you can feel it building up.

“open.” he tells you, and you comply, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue.

vinnie spits into your mouth and closes your mouth for you. he taps your jaw before saying, “swallow.”

you do as told and he smiles before kissing you. he turns up the vibration on the toy again, which only spurs you on more.

you can’t even warn him before you cum around the toy and his cock, making the man above you smile.

vinnie removes the toy but doesn’t pull out of you. he gives you a sweet smile before he thrusts his hips and smacks your tits, making you moan.

“gonna give me as many orgasms as i want you too, got it?” you’re so fucked out of it at this point, all you can do is give him a small nod.

he smirks and you try so hard not to let another one slip yet. the pace and way his hands do roam over your body feel too good, you don’t want it to end.

vinnie can tell you’re close again though. by the way his tip hits that perfect spot inside you, the way you grip the sheets, chest heaving, he knows.

“come on princess, let go for me. doin’ so good, don’t wanna stop now, right?”

his tone is almost condescending, which only turns you on more and gets you to release all over his cock.

he watches the cum spill out of you onto him and he chuckles. “look at that,” he says, voice strained. “so pretty.”

he pulls out of you a bit but pushes back in, watching the cum seep out of you and go back in as he does.

“p-please,” you try to say. you’re so out of it, barely able to get a breath in. “no more, vin. please.”

you know he’s not going to listen. it’s his day, he can do whatever he wants, and he wants to use you as many times as he can.

“just one more for me baby, promise it’ll just be one more. doin’ so good f’me, love.” he assures you, rubbing your stomach.

you nod, secretly loving the way he has you right now. you push yourself up on your elbows to see what you’re boyfriend is doing.

he slips out of you and nudges his tip against your clit, making you moan at the feeling of him against you.

sliding his cock along your folds, he grabs the plush of your thighs before leaning down and kissing both of them.

“one more, okay baby?” he says as he carefully pushing himself into you again.

you open your mouth but no sound comes out, vinnie looks up at you with a smile, leaning up to kiss you.

“feel so good around me, sweet girl. pretty girl likes takin’ my cock, yeah? take me so fuckin’ good.” his rambling doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you smile lazily at his words.

he thrusts deeper into you, big tattooed hands laying on your thighs and squeezing at each thrust.

he hits a good spot again and you’re pushing your head into the pillow and rolling your eyes back into your head.

vinnie smacks your thigh to get your attention and you look up at him. “eyes on me, pretty,” he breathes out. “wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”

you nod and keep your eyes on the man above you. he looks so fucking hot in this moment, you almost can’t take it.

deep thrusts, heavy breathing, curls sticking to his forehead, hot open mouthed kisses all over your body, you can’t get enough of him.

“good girl.” he praises, making you whimper and give him yet another lazy smile.

his big hands move over your body. one to wrap around your neck and the other to push on your lower stomach.

he’s got you right where he’s wanted you this whole night. you look so fucking pretty to him right now, he can’t help but give you a sweet, genuine, smile.

his hand on your stomach pushes deeper onto you, making you moan.

“feel that?” he asks, adding slight pressure around your neck. “fuckin’ you so good i can feel myself inside you.” he says.

he removes his hand and his thrusts continue, you move up on your elbows and look where he’s looking.

“fuck, vinnie.” you whine, looking at the prominent bulge in your stomach.

he smiles and fucks you deeper into the mattress. you’re so close the two of you can feel it. vinnie reaches his hand down and presses his thumb to your clit.

“let it out, baby. cum around my cock f’me, show me how much you love me.” he rambles, pressure on your clit intensifying.

you try to close your legs a bit around him but vinnie pushes them open. with one final moan to his name, your cumming around his cock again for what felt like the millionth time.

you’re a shaking mess, just how he wanted, when you finally get it all out.

vinnie helps you ride out your high and is soon cums after you, painting your chest.

“so pretty, baby.” he whispers as he slowly pulls out of you.

whining at the loss of contact, you watch as vinnie stands up and just looks at you with so much love in his eyes.

“fucked you too good, huh?” he asks, referring to the way you can’t even move from your spot.

you laugh, taking the pillow from under your head and throw it at him. “come here, birthday boy.”

vinnie jumps on top of you, but not hard enough to hurt you. his head rests in your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

“how does twenty-two feel?” you ask, kissing his temple.

vinnie smiles and looks up at you. “feels fuckin’ amazing after all that.” he says, referring to what had just happened.

you smack his back and he laughs, hands wrapping around you so he’s hugging you. you wrap yours around his back and kiss his head.

“happy birthday, sweet boy,” you whisper, running your fingers through his messy curls. “i love you forever.”

vinnie’s breathing softens and that’s when you realized he fell asleep. you try your best to do so as well, running your fingers through his hair as you do.

GUYSSSS OUR BOYS 22 🙁 how’s that possible, i feel like he was just 20 (when i found out ab him) i hope you all loved this cus i loved writing it !!

and happy birthday to our handsome boy again <33 i love him so much i don’t know what id do without him

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