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navybrat817 · 3 months ago

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A Perfect Winter Evening

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Snow outside, a crackling fire, hot chocolate, and your lumberjack make for a perfect evening.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, Bucky Barnes being in love (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @buck-star's Fluffy Winter Event, sitting together in front of the fireplace. I went Burly and Bambi for this one.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Snow fell outside the cabin, heavy enough that you wanted to stay indoors to avoid the cold yet light enough to create a serene image. It looked like something from a painting, down to the moonlight shining through the trees. The perfect winter evening. Even better because you had the perfect man to share it with.

“Do I have to pry you away from the window, Bambi?” Bucky asked, his deep rumbly voice making you smile. “Not that the view out the window isn’t beautiful, but I think the better view is over here.”

Looking over your shoulder, you gazed at your beautiful lumberjack as he added one more log to the fireplace. He had a point about the better view. He had his hair pulled back tonight and wore a sweater with his signature jeans, and he likely had the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to tease you and get your attention. “Maybe,” you replied, biting your lip as he stood up. “Give me one reason why I should join you over there instead of staying over here, Burly.”

He gestured to the spot in front of the fireplace where he had a blanket and pillows set up, creating a romantic setting to go with the perfect winter evening. “One, this is the perfect place to keep warm and two, you get a chance to snuggle with me.”

You tapped your finger against your chin. You never needed a reason to cuddle with your man, but you would happily take it. Still, it was fun to tease him a little. “Tempting, tempting,” you said, pretending to think about it as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you. “Give me another reason.”

“Oh, no. You said one reason and I actually gave you two. Keeping warm, and snuggling with me,” he smirked, reaching out to take your hand. “And I think snuggling with me should actually count as two and three.”

“That’s true. I’ll give you that.” You let him pull you close, but leaned your head back when he tried to kiss you. The pinch in his brows was adorable. “But what about the hot chocolate?”

You couldn’t help smiling when he looked offended, his pretty blue eyes filled with mock hurt. “You think I’d set up a romantic fire for us on a cold night and not have hot chocolate waiting?” he asked, your heart racing when he gripped your chin, his calloused touch filled with tenderness that no one else got to experience. “And here I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you,” you whispered, not stopping him this time when his lips touched yours. It was as gentle as the snow falling, sending wonderful shivers down your spine. “And I know you love me, too.”

He showed you every day that he loved you through his thoughtfulness. Like how he always had your favorite snacks stocked up so you wouldn’t have to rush into town when you had a craving. Or how he had blankets or one of his shirts nearby, so you’d stay warm. And a kiss on your lips every morning before he started his day and one every evening once he came home.

“More than anything,” he whispered, your heart racing all over again. “Now will you please snuggle with me before I lose my mind?”

You melted at his puppy dog eyes. How could someone so burly pull off a look like that? And crave snuggling so much? “Okay, but only because I don’t want you to lose your mind,” you teased.

“That’s incredibly gracious of you,” he winked.

Once you both sat down, you settled into Bucky’s arms with a happy sigh. The scent of the hot chocolate drifting from the nearby mugs made your mouth water, and the crackling fire created a relaxing aura. You could fall asleep just like that, with your man holding you through the night until the morning came.

“So, snow falling outside, hot chocolate, snuggling in front of a fire,” you smiled, resting a hand on his chest. “A perfect winter evening?”

“Yeah,” he answered, gazing at you as you stared into the fire, his love for you as bright as the flames. “A perfect winter evening.”

This might be my last ficlet of 2024 and appreciate each and every one of you for indulging in my nonsense. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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liiixsturniolos · 3 months ago

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~ CONSUMATE C.S

° After a beautiful, serene wedding of your dreams, you're officially husband and wife, and it's time to consumate the marriage!

- warnings!: fluff, oral fem receiving.

The wedding had been perfect. The wedding you'd always dreampt of having. Down to the flowers and napkins on the table, your first dance, your dress. Everything better than you could've imagined. Although chris has egotistically sworn he wouldn't, of course he'd bawled his eyes out the second he saw you heading down the Isle, your bambi eyes set on him and the pretty violin music playing that made you seem even more angelic. It was a beautiful scene.

The night was slowly at its end, your few left drunken guests barely swaying on the dance floor, the messy table tops and now quiet music, the sun was setting a lilac fading into scarlett, a tranquil end to your big day.

Chris' glossy blue eyes were fixed on you, who somehow still looked gorgeous after hours of dancing, your hair swaying softly in the warm Los Angeles breeze.

"You wanna go too our room darling?" He asks. You respond in a smiley "Mhm." And take his hand. Walking through the rows of tall palm trees together, you can feel the heart beat in his thumb as he rubs it across your hand.

Back in your hotel room, your sat on the soft white bed sheets, frustratedly trying to rip off your heels. Your husband seeing you struggle, gently removes them for you.

"Ughhh!" You gasp out, the feeling of relief rushing over you as your tight shoe is taken off of your foot.

"That feel good, huh?" Chris giggles.

You respond with a "Mhm, those were killing me." and a chuckle.

Chris looks up at you from his place bent down at your feet. You look back at him, fixated on the look he's giving you, his brows lifted and deep set eyes.

His hand moves slowly under your poofy dress, snaking carefully underneath the petticoat. He throws his head underneath your skirt. You feel his breath on your thighs, then his head hits up against your lower abdomen. The next thing you know he's beginning to take off your underwear with his teeth.

You're letting out quiet whines as he's pulling your panties off of you. He stops to pull out his head from under your dress, "Let me eat it first?" He questions. "Please." You whine back, urging for his tongue inside of you.

The next thing you feel is his warm tongue, licking up and down you, then kissing your clit. The friction felt so good, all you needed was a little more. "Dont-stop..." You plead. Chris' tongue plunges inside of you, finding the spot that made your eyes roll back and gasps escape from your plump, open lips.

You can feel his lips rub against you and his tongue swirl slowly around the spots you needed him. It felt almost magnetic how he could find exactly where you wanted him to be. "So.. fucking- good chris."

His hand slithers under your dress now, joining in with his tongue, at the same pace. He sucks your clit and pushes two fingers inside of you. The knot in your stomach began to untie itself, you felt your body relax and legs slightly quiver as you threw your head back a little and basked in the pleasure of your euphoric high. Chris continued his tongue and fingers, helping you ride out your high, coaxing you to your finish.

Chris tongue swipes along you, cleaning you off and licking up the mess he'd proudly made. "God Chris that was fucking good." You tell him, eyes wide and hands steadying yourself on the edge of the bed.

"I got a taste of married life, litterly." He smirks.

"Now we need to consumate the marriage for real." He laughs, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. Landing in a hug on top of you as you push up your head to meet him for a long, romantic, passionate kiss.

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sincerelyourangel · 2 months ago

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۶ৎ tag game because i've not done one in forever :

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aniharas · 1 year ago

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𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘩.𝘤.'𝘴 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦)

pairing: obsessed!down bad!felix catton x fem!reader

summary: felix's lack of control over his deep feelings for you, his revisions partner, begins to spiral him into a sick and twisted sense of keeping you as his.

warnings: explicit language, sexual tension & content, themes of purity and corruption, use of cigarettes and alcohol

wc: 2.1k+

Maybe Felix Catton wasn’t the mindless pretty boy at Oxford like everyone had chalked him up to be. Maybe he was, at least until he saw you.

At first, he wasn’t exactly the most excited when he found out his revisions partner was you, a scholarship girl. A first-class student. Always buried in textbooks nonstop, always holed up with nerdy little books doing your nerdy little homework. He never found people like you any fun, so he braced himself for a snoozefest as you plopped down into the armchair beside him.

But Felix couldn’t have ever been more wrong about the pureness that was you. Sickly sweet, serene you. Skin tantalizingly covered by whatever shoddy arrangements Oxfam provided. Black-rimmed glasses with a prescription so high, it made your bambi-like eyes bulge out of your head. Voice so sugary, he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. You were a prude by all means, but you made it look so damn good. God forbid the tutor asked him anything about your essay, it was fuck all in his brain. And god forbid anyone asked him to make sense of what he felt for you.

And so he eagerly showed up to each revision. It started with the simplest of gestures. Holding the door open for you, carrying your books. He noticed you always walked home alone after each session at night, so he took it upon himself to escort you back to your dorm safely.

And then it was gifts. Things that he could nonchalantly pass off as having extra of. Packaged sweets from the dining hall, an extra No. 2 pencil. He even tried to offer you a cigarette as the two of you strolled across campus. Of course, being the modest girl you were, you refused. He was glad that you did. You were responsible, you were good. He loved that about you.

But it wasn’t enough. Those brief, one-hour sessions were far from enough. Being the workaholic you were, you were hard to find around campus; that bit irked him. The whole “girl” thing was second-nature to him. They came to him in swarms, in fact. Why were you never there? That was fine with him, he liked the chase. He’d find a way.

“Tutor you? Felix, I think you’re doing fine–” “Codswallop, and you know it. You, on the other hand…you’re exceptional.” “I don’t think I’m exactly qualified enough-” “I do.”

And these newfound tutoring sessions were far better than what he had been getting. He never thought he’d look forward to being in a tutorial for hours in a stiff library chair, but the very thought consumed his waking days. Because it was you, dressed in your hand-me-down school jumper, brows adorably furrowed as you hastily scribbled notes across the margins of his essays. He wasn’t exactly the best at writing, but he occasionally found himself misspelling words just to see you get irritated with him.

“Sometimes it slips my mind that you’re a rich kid. Until I remember we’re at Oxford and this is what you wrote,” you had said one time. Had it been from anyone else, he would’ve blown a fuse. But it was you, who always snuck in bites of your Crunchie between each sentence. You were so genuine, so oblivious to the world around you. He could never be upset with you.

Which is why he felt responsible for you. But how could he protect you when you were so elusive? He considered himself blessed if he found you at King’s Arms on the weekends, or anywhere at all. And blessed he was, on a Friday night, just before Oxford let out for the holidays.

It was you, accompanied by your trashy roommates. “Come on, just once before you go home,” they had whined as they pushed you through the doors. Upon this rare sighting, Felix decided that the story he was entertaining his table with was pointless, ceasing his conversation. It was like he was in a trance, the way he stood from his seat and gravitated toward you. Wordlessly, he plucked you away from your roommates. He figured you were better off with him.

It was clear that you weren’t used to any sort of bar culture, and while he found that endearing, he made sure to look over you. He booted a girl from his group just so he could seat you next to him, all while making sure you didn’t see the nasty glare she gave you.

Assigning himself as your drink-sitter, he carefully scrutinized whatever you ended up drinking. Any strong liquors that came your way were quickly confiscated, much to Farleigh’s disdain (although he was placated once the extra shots were passed along to him). All you had to your name was a modest mug of beer, which you sipped at tentatively as you tried to make sense of the conversation around you.

You had gotten through one beer, though you were struggling about halfway through your refill. Despite that, Felix was in awe of you. The whining as he took the cup away, the mindlessly giggling at a joke one of the girls told, the fidgeting with the hem of your jumper. How could someone make drinking look so innocent?

“My face is hot.” “You’ve got a buzz going. It’s quite a look.” “A good one or a bad one?” “A bit of a naughty one.” He quickly earned a punch in the arm from you.

And this was far better than the revisions or the tutoring. To finally discuss something other than academics with you was refreshing. He found himself recounting all of his stories, even the ones he had already told that night, just so he could hear you laugh at everything he said. It was a melody in his ears, a tiny bell jingling beside him.

Once the company began to fall out, Felix took you to get a breath of fresh air just beside the entrance of the pub. “D’you need anyone to take you home?” “Nooo, my roommates are heading back anyways.” “You sure? I can–” “Oh, you’re too kind. Why don’t you have a lover yet?”

The question was so forward and sudden, he couldn’t help but be surprised. You were definitely tipsy. “Huh…haven’t given much thought to it.” “Well, you should.” “And that means?” “They’d be lucky.”

Felix couldn’t help it; he was out of control, cradling your face into his hands as his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. They were indeed hot, you weren’t lying about that. There was silence, anticipation with a bated breath, and then your lips were all that he felt. If anyone was watching, and they most likely were, it was like he was holding himself back. Jaw tensed, muscles taut, brows scrunched. It almost looked like he was in pain.

And he was in pain, his restraint being tested every second he kissed you. Trying so desperately to not have his way with you, to take you home and screw you into his dorm mattress. That’s not the type of person you were.

But boy, did you make it difficult. The mere act of placing your hands against his chest, pressing your body against his. Again, painfully obvious this wasn’t something you did often, but that made it all the more perfect to him. He intended to keep you that way, which is why he let go.

The confusion that overtook your features made him regret his decision more and more, twisting his insides with guilt for leaving you hanging. Your lips, donning a soft shine, mouthed his name, but any sound went fuzzy in his ears. The more he stared at them, the more that forbidden feeling stirred inside of him.

Mumbling an apology, he abruptly stepped back, not even sure of what he was even doing. He had to get away, head home. It was ironic, to long for you so deeply but to hold himself back from indulging in you. He was never one to shy away from what he desired; it was his very nature, his reputation. But he couldn’t just use a girl like you to scratch one of his sexual itches, how could he bring himself to?

And so, Felix turned his back on you, not uttering another word. He pushed through the crowded walkway in a blind frenzy, ignoring the people who tried to strike up conversation. Never once looking back.

Soon enough, he heaved the grand doors open to his hall, ready to sleep off the feeling until a sultry voice called to him from his right. Annabel. Apparently she had been waiting for him.

It wasn’t long before she was straddled across his lap, basically eating away at the lower half of his face as she eagerly fumbled with his belt buckle. That’s what turned him off about her. Too eager, too annoying. It played a part as to why he had kept his distance from her, but for that night, she was better than nothing.

As she slipped off his lap to kneel on the messy floor of his dorm, his mind drifted elsewhere. The desperate girl in front of him disappeared, then you were there, just as he left you. Staring up at him behind your obnoxious glasses, your bottom lip trembling. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Would you even know how to do this sort of thing?

If he allowed himself, he’d guide you, gripping a part of your hair. Not tight enough to hurt you, of course, just enough to get leverage. He’d watch as your pretty lips parted to take him in, taking your sweet time. Your mouth would be soft and hot, your tongue shifting about awkwardly underneath him. He bet that you’d have it down quickly; you were good at most things, being a quick learner. Perhaps there would be a few scrapes from your canines as you bobbed up and down, if he were to be realistic. But the sting was more than alright with him.

Felix always prided in himself for his ability to give a girl a good, long time. Why else would they flock to him by the dozens? So what was so different about you that made him feel like he was already about to burst the seams?

Because it was still you, sickly sweet and serene you, lips wrapped around him and devouring him like the candy you always loved. Your eyes would water, but he’d gladly wipe away each drop that managed to escape. It left him a whiny mess. Sweat prickling at his forehead, ragged breaths heaving his shoulders up and down, white-knuckling your hair.

And when he’d come close, he’d let you know. You didn’t like being caught off-guard. Your heavy disdain for pop-quizzes or his endless pranks of sneaking up behind you made that apparent. But he prided himself in knowing these things about you, that he was able to gather it all from your little ramblings.

You liked American reality TV. Disliked gel pens. Loved your chips overdone. A ridiculous query crossed his mind. Would you like spitting or swallowing? Or would you rather it all over you? From how your lips were glued to him, it seemed like swallowing. But that made him hesitate. You would never like such a thing. You were squeamish around anything sticky or slimy. Cough syrup, oily or tacky lotions…you hated them. As much as it dismayed him, why would this be any different?

Because it wasn’t you. And as soon as the girl he had taken back to his dorm reappeared, he knew that she could never be you. Nobody could. He was disgusted with himself for dirtying that memory of you. He had turned something so innocent into something so grossly erotic, and he knew he had crossed a line. How could he ever see you the same way again?

He was also disgusted with how Annabel seemed to not care despite his disillusion. She might have been the only girl he had seen that got off on merely sucking someone off. It was genuinely pathetic. Her head was swiftly yanked up, her lips making a “pop” sound.

“Alright, get out.” “What? But we’ve barely done anything, Fe–” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Piss the fuck off!”

Felix thought he would feel bad about kicking Annabel out, especially after she left in tears with her clothes haphazardly buttoned. But he could genuinely not have cared in the slightest; he was already preoccupied, mind filled with guilt after what he had done to you. But did he feel regret? No. That’s what ate at him the most. Someone like him shouldn’t have gone for someone like you.

Perhaps it was better to try and forget that he kissed you. Kissing you meant opening the floodgates of his feelings, his debauchery. He had to keep that closed so that you could stay as pure as you always were. His perfect girl.

And he would do anything to keep you that way.

to be continued!

a/n: dutifully fulfilling this request by my lovely anon. i wanted to delve more into the selfish, savior complex that he was and i DEFINITELY intend to take it deeper for the next part. again, thank you for the ask! co-written by @hellb4ts! leon, thank you for the many wonderful ideas. and you're welcome for introducing you to saltburn <3 inbox is open for any asks or reqs !

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ksimsbuilds00 · 3 days ago

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Monarch Residence's:

This elegant European-inspired townhouse features intricate architecture, a mix of light stone and dark brick, wrought iron balconies, and lush landscaping. The grand entryways, rooftop terraces, and fire escape add urban sophistication. A charming courtyard with patterned tiles, wrought iron furniture, and a grand fountain creates a serene, timeless atmosphere. The build includes 3 separate apartments.

LOT SIZE: 50 X 40

The build can be found in the gallery: Mackishaaa

CC List:

Felixandre

Felixandre_Colonial_Set_Part3.package,COLONIAL_Fence_1.package,COLONIAL_Fence_2.package,COLONIAL_Railing1.package,COLONIAL_Railing2.package, COLONIAL_Column1.package, COLONIAL_Plaster_Foundation2.package

CHATEAU: CHATEAU_Stone_Stairs.package, CHATEAU_Hanging_Light_Tall.package, CHATEAU_Molding_Wall.package, CHATEAU_Panelling3_Plain.package

GROVE_Plaster_Column.package, GROVE_Wall_Lantern.package,GROVE_Potted_Cypress.package,GROVE_Glass_Door1_Open_Tall.package, GROVE_Glass_Door2_Tall.package, GROVE_Glass_Door2_Open_Tall.package, GROVE_Glass_Door2_Tall.package, GROVE_Pool_Trim.package, GROVE_Flagstone_Floor.package,GROVE_Tiled_Walls.package, GROVE_Pool_Water.package,GROVE_Potted_Cypress.package

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PARIS: PARIS_Boiserie_Door_Closed.package, PARIS_Stone_Block.package, PARIS_Stone_Wall.package

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BERLIN_Ionic_Column.package, BERLIN_Trim_Outside_Corner.package, BERLIN_Pediment3_Short.package,BERLIN_Pediment2_Long.package,BERLIN_Trim.package

Pierisim

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Pierisim_MCM_Hood_B.package

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Pierisim_DomaineDuClos_BrickFrameWindow_round_short_1point5_tile.package

Pierisim_DomaineDuClos_BrickFrameWindow_round_short_1tile.package

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Pierisim_WINTER_GARDEN_StoneTable.package

Pierisim_MCM_wooden_floor.package

Pierisim_WINTER_GARDEN_FloorTilePattern.package

Pierisim_DomaineDuClos_Roofing.package

LorySims

LorySims_ToyotaCentury-2018.package

LorySims_DodgeHornet-2023.package

LorySims_ToyotaLandCruiser250-2024.package

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SYB_Jules_Wallpaper.package

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Harrie

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HARRIE_Brownstone_Traditional_Door_Medium.package

HARRIE_Brownstone_Traditional_Door_Frame_Medium.package

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Lijoue

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AggressiveKitty

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Wall light Float (by Max20).package

Tuds

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Tuds_BeamKitchen_ConcreteTiles_Floor_v01.package

RubyRed

RubyRed Romantic Gazebo - Chair.package

RubyRed - Classic Outdoor - Glass Door.package

CharlyPancakes

CharlyPancakes_CHALK_PT2.package

QICC

[QICC]Sleek_Hallway_Set_Door_Mat.package

Valia

VALIA_balcony2.package

VALIA_Cabin_Fireplace_Screen.package

VALIA_Lorenza_Streaky_Wallpaint.package

VALIA_Arty_Bathroom_Tiles.package

Heybrine

heybrine_carved_in_stone_pack_MERGED.package

heybrine_vanlife_ways_pack_part_2_merged.package

heybrine_vanlife_ways_rv_roof_trim_.package

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jumpropekittn · 2 months ago

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alone n sad at school

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fandomnerd9602 · 6 months ago

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Six Months

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Your doe, your mate, had been secretive lately. Wanda was spending time alone, away from you. If you tried to enter her room, she would lock the door. If you wanted to spend an evening with her, she would run away.

“Not yet!” She would say. Her voice carried a little bit of giddiness but still you found it odd.

You and her were approaching your six month anniversary. Six glorious months of being mates. True most of it was still spent cuddling and watching movies together, neither of you were ready for anything else. But still it was glorious.

You woke up on the actual date with a smile on your face. Your plan was ready. You bolted into the kitchen in the early morning hours.

Wanda walked out of her room to the fresh smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

"Are those for me, detka?" she asks inquisitively. You hand her a stack of pancakes and give her a kiss to the cheek.

"Happy six month anniversary, my doe" you smile at her.

"Detka" she giggles.

"One more thing!" you rush into your room and pull out a small deer plushie, bringing it back to your doe like a kid on Christmas.

Wanda gasps, it was beautiful in her eyes. The fur was the same color as her hair. The antlers were shaped just like hers and the eyes were an exact match of hers. "It's like me in plushie!" she exclaims, "I love it!"

She hugs you tight and kisses your jaw. You loved her jaw kisses.

"I have a surprise for you too," she explains, "but only tonight, ok?"

"oh alright" you say playfully before you each strolled off to your rooms to go and get ready for the day.

Within the hour, Wanda was happily skipping the halls of the sanctuary. Her best wolf pal Natasha came up to her, "so did you do it yet?"

"No not yet." Wanda answers, "I'm waiting for the evening. Thanks again for helping me"

"What are pals for?" Natasha gives a little wink, "just let me know how it goes"

Wanda walked into your office with a mischievous little stride. "You're not getting a peep out of me" she states with her arms crossed.

"I'm sure whatever it is, I'm gonna love it" you give her forehead a little kiss. You pull out two PB&J sandwiches and hand one to her. The two of you playfully clink your sandwiches together and take a bite.

The day ended and so came the evening. You and Wanda ordered takeout and watched a few episodes of the Dick Van Dyke show, Wanda's favorite show.

"I'm ready" she states as her favorite episode ends.

"Oh?"

"Just stay here" she says with a little smile before walking into her room. Wanda walks out holding her guitar, looking at you sheepishly. “This was my surprise for you” she steadies her guitar and begins strumming it.

I'll be your candle on the water,

My love for you will always burn.

I know you're lost and drifting

But the clouds are lifting.

Don't give up, you have somewhere to turn.

You couldn’t help but begin to tear up a little. She looked so serene as she strummed her guitar and sung.

I'll be your candle on the water,

'Till every wave is warm and bright.

My soul is there beside you,

Let this candle guide you.

Soon you'll see a golden stream of light.

The soft flicker of the Edison bulbs in your apartment illuminating her face, it just looked so serene.

Look for me, reaching out to show,

As sure as rivers flow,

I'll never let you go.

I'll never let you go...

She brought the song to a close. You got up and walked over to her. You knelt before your doe, cupping her face in your hands.

You touched your forehead to hers. “I’ll never let you go, my amazing doe”

“Happy anniversary, my love” she giggles.

Year or two later, you found your doe gently singing that same song to your sleeping infant daughter. You just stood in the doorway listening with the same awe as you did the first time.

Your doe, Wanda Maximoff, the love of your life and keeper of your heart.

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#marvel #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #Bambi Wanda #bambi #bambi doe #elizabeth olsen #song fic

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songbirdseung · 1 year ago

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WAKING UP NEXT TO THEM / EN-

synopsis: spending the night at their place for the first time and waking up next to them for the first time.

HEESEUNG 이희승 ~

you are definitely waking up before him.

because the night before, you guys played video games till 3 in the morning.

so, you just lay there and appreciate your bambi boy.

You slowly open your eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. As you regain consciousness, you find yourself lying in an unfamiliar bed. The memories from the night before start to flood back – the laughter, the video games, and the undeniable connection with Heeseung.

Careful not to disturb him, you turn your head to find Heeseung peacefully sleeping beside you. His tousled hair falls gently over his forehead, and a serene expression graces his face. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside.

As you lie there, you take a moment to appreciate the details – the rise and fall of his chest with each peaceful breath, the warmth radiating from his body. The room is filled with a comforting stillness, a stark contrast to the lively gaming session just hours ago.

After a while, you notice a subtle movement from Heeseung. His eyes flutter open, adjusting to the morning light. He blinks a few times, and when he finally focuses on you, a soft smile graces his lips. "Morning." As you lie there, you can't help but feel grateful for the simple joy of waking up next to someone who makes your heart race.

JAY 박종성 ~

you already know, this man will wake up early and cook for you

BREAKFAST IN BED FOR YOU QUEEN!

he'll kiss your face to wake you up

You're still lost in the land of dreams, the warmth of the blankets cocooning you in comfort. The gentle morning light seeps through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Unbeknownst to you, Jay is already up and about, quietly preparing a surprise for you.

"Wake up, baby" He sets the tray down on the bedside table, and you're greeted by the sight of a carefully arranged breakfast in bed. There's a stack of pancakes drizzled with syrup, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of your favorite coffee. It's a feast fit for royalty.

"What's all this?" "Breakfast for the most amazing person I know. I thought you deserved a little pampering today."

He leans down, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. The gesture is filled with warmth and affection, making your heart flutter.

You sit up, still in awe of the thoughtful surprise before you. As you enjoy the delicious breakfast Jay prepared, he sits beside you, stealing glances to gauge your reaction. "This is incredible, Jay. Thank you."

"Anything for you, love"

JAKE 심재윤 ~

both of you would be waken up by layla

teeth rotting sweetness from the moment your eyes meet jake.

he won't let you get up, just continues to cuddle you despite layla's barks

The sun has just begun to cast its gentle morning glow through the curtains as you find yourself slowly waking up beside Jake. The room is filled with a comforting warmth, and Jake's arms are wrapped around you, creating a cocoon of security. Everything is calm until the sound of excited barking breaks the peaceful silence.

Layla, the energetic ball of fur, has decided that morning cuddles are overrated, and it's time for some play. Her energetic barks echo through the room, threatening to shatter the tranquility of the moment.

"Looks like someone's ready to start the day." Despite Jake's attempts to keep you wrapped in his embrace, Layla's enthusiasm is infectious, and she insists on being the alarm clock for the day.

Layla's barks escalate, and it becomes clear that she won't take no for an answer. Jake chuckles and releases you from his grasp, sitting up with a playful glint in his eyes. "I think Layla wants us up, love."

"She's persistent, isn't she?" Jake nods, and you both share a laugh as you get out of bed. Layla, unable to contain her excitement, starts hopping around, tail wagging furiously.

"Alright, let's see what our little troublemaker wants."

As you follow Jake and Layla to the living room, you find yourself enveloped in the morning routine that involves playful banter, belly rubs, and the infectious joy that only a dog can bring. Jake pulls you into another warm embrace, Layla contentedly lounging nearby. Despite the playful chaos, the morning feels perfect – a blend of canine energy and the tooth-rotting sweetness of Jake's affection. As you share a quiet moment, Layla sprawls out between you, seemingly satisfied that her mission to start the day with joy has been accomplished.

SUNGHOON 박성훈 ~

he'll feel the sun on his face and wake up before you

stares and admires your beauty (cause you're a stunner babe)

fell in love with you for the nth time

The soft rays of the morning sun gently filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Sunghoon stirs, his senses gradually awakening as he becomes aware of the sunlight kissing his face. With a contented sigh, he opens his eyes, and the first sight that greets him is you, peacefully sleeping beside him.

You're bathed in the soft morning light, your features softened by sleep. Sunghoon can't help but marvel at your beauty, even in the simplicity of this moment. He takes a moment to simply admire you, the way your eyelashes cast delicate shadows on your cheeks and how a faint smile graces your lips.

Sunghoon can feel his heart swell with affection as he watches you, a warmth spreading through him. The sun seems to accentuate the radiance that surrounds you, making you appear ethereal in the morning light. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light and gentle so as not to disturb your peaceful slumber.

"How did I get so lucky?"

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Sunghoon takes a mental snapshot, wanting to remember this instance – the quiet morning, the warmth of the sun, and the overwhelming love he feels for you.

SUNOO 김선우 ~

you two are in synced, the same person

you wake up at the same time and admire each other

later, you both do each others' skincare routine.

The morning sun casts a soft glow into the room, and as your eyes flutter open, you realize that Sunoo is already awake, his gaze fixed on you with a fond smile. There's a moment of quiet understanding as you both share the same thought – the joy of waking up together.

"Good morning, Sunoo."

"Good morning, my other half."

You exchange a loving look, feeling a connection that goes beyond words. It's as if you share the same heartbeat, synchronized in the rhythm of the morning. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Sunoo leans in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

As the morning routine begins, you decide to do something fun – a joint skincare session. Sunoo grins, always up for a bit of banter.

"Are you ready for the ultimate couple skincare routine?"

"Absolutely. We'll be glowing by the end of this." You gather an array of skincare products, and with playful banter and laughter, you take turns applying masks and serums. Sunoo can't resist making funny faces as you carefully spread a mask across his face, eliciting laughter from both of you.

"I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me." The banter continues as you exchange beauty tips and secrets, each step of the routine turning into a shared experience. Sunoo even attempts to mimic your skincare routine with exaggerated gestures, causing both of you to burst into fits of laughter.

JUNGWON 양정원 ~

you need the bathroom? too bad, he's not letting you leave the bed

wants to stay in bed the whole day

loving the new experience of waking up next to you

The soft morning light spills into the room, casting a warm glow over the two of you. As you start to stir, Jungwon tightens his grip around you, refusing to let you slip away from the cocoon of blankets and warmth that surrounds you both.

"Jungwon, I need to use the bathroom." Jungwon, with a playful smirk, pulls you closer, his arms securing you against his chest.

"Nope. We're not leaving this bed today." You chuckle, feeling the irresistible pull to stay right where you are – wrapped in his embrace. "But nature calls, Jungwon."

"Nature can wait. Right now, all I want is to stay in bed with you." He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, showering you with affectionate kisses. A mischievous glint in his eyes tells you that he's not going to let you go easily. "What if I promise to come right back?"

Jungwon tightens his hold, his warmth and laughter filling the room. "You're not escaping that easily. Today is a bed day, and I plan to enjoy every moment of it."

You can't help but surrender to the idea. After all, who could resist a day of relaxation with Jungwon? As you settle back into the pillows, Jungwon peppers your face with sweet kisses, reveling in the newfound joy of waking up next to you.

NI-KI 西村力 ~

as much as he is a prankster, he'll respect your sleep

he'll bask in the moments and pull you closer to him

and you'll be enjoying the romantic side of ni-ki

Ni-ki, despite his mischievous nature, decides to play the role of a silent observer this morning. He refrains from any playful antics that might disturb your sleep, opting instead to bask in the quiet joy of waking up next to you.

As you open your eyes, Ni-ki pulls you closer, his arm wrapped around you in a protective embrace. There's a tenderness in his touch, a departure from his usual playful demeanor. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You smile, still feeling the warmth of sleep clinging to you.

"Morning, Ni-ki. What's got into you today?" Ni-ki grins, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Just enjoying the view. You're not bad to wake up to, you know."

You playfully roll your eyes, appreciating the unexpected romantic side of Ni-ki. As the morning progresses, Ni-ki remains by your side, savoring the quiet moments of connection. He pulls you into a sitting position, his gaze fixed on yours. "I was thinking, we could just stay here, enjoy the morning together."

You can't help but be drawn into the romantic atmosphere that Ni-ki has unexpectedly created. You nod in agreement, both of you reveling in the simple pleasure of shared silence.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #heeseung #jay #jongseong #jake #jaeyun #sunghoon'sunoo #jungwon #ni-ki

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wiinterz · 7 days ago

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: •̩̩͙ ໋ IV. WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER. ˖ Shoko Ieiri.

actress!shoko x actress/rockstar-fem!reader

genre(s) - headcanon, modern day au, social media au, older x younger, established relationship

description - your band, serenity & the stones, inspired by 90s glam rock and 00s heavy metal bands, are constantly growing with fans coming in hot. your acting career skyrocketing, landing you in the lap of shoko ieiri, which leads you to be lucky enough to start a relationship with her. it's easy so far, the only difficulty is nosy news reporters and fans wanting to know more about your relationship with the model and actress. can you handle the heat, or will it be too much for you?

warnings - profanity, fluff, age gap (shoko is forty in this and reader is twenty-eight), angst(?), pet names (bon bon, baby), men dni.

word count - 1.8k

tay’s letter 💌 - please remember these chapters are canon, so do read them + i drop lore, so pay attention! also, this is something light as a quick introduction to you and shoko's dynamic.

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Fingers wrap around the round silver doorknob, keys clicking against it as her hands push it open. Before she can take a step in, a soft meow escapes from Bambi’s lips, her lips curving into a smile as her fingers rub the forehead of the ginger cat. “I miss you too, bam bam.” Her voice soft and angelic, the cat moves to the side, letting her bring her backpack and luggage in. The scent of food being cooked wafts around the living room while the TV is on, playing music.

There you stood, back facing the counters that wrapped around the kitchen, groceries still on the island counter while the stove light had been on. Your body is moving slightly to the rhythm, spoon in your hand as you place the grease over the steak continuously. A hum escaping your lips while trying not to burn your face from the heat.

Shoko stood quietly, biting her bottom lip, her eyes brown like dark walnut wood staring at you in adoration. You were a tale of beauty; your beauty that follows beneath the soles of your feet, forever attached to you like a prayer.

And she is forever breathless in your vicinity, a divine unlike any other.

Turning around to grab the wine from the counter, your movement pauses, now staring right back at her. A smile appears on both of your lips, she takes her shoes off, and immediately makes her way to you. Feeling the warmth that left you for a month, flourish your soul, you sigh, closing your eyes while she kisses your neck softly.

“I’ve missed you so much, fuck.” You whisper as she continues to pepper kiss your neck, her hands still wrapped around your back, shifting her weight from each foot. “And I’ve missed you more.” Shoko hums, hearing a meow come from Bambi, you both turn your heads to the ground, seeing him on the carpet in the living room, laughing as he stares up at you two.

“I missed you too, Bambi.” Her eyes sparkle with love, now averting back to you.

Pressing her lips against yours, your hand rests at Shoko’s spine, rubbing her back. Her lips attack your face repeatedly, earning giggles and a smile that cures her sadness every time. “My baby.” She whispers, and you hum, kissing her one more before moving back to the stove. Turning off the stove, Shoko wraps her arms around your waist, “You’re just in time.” You mutter, placing the stake on a brown plate, scooping up mashed potatoes and placing them on the side as you drizzle the grease on it.

“I am.” Shoko agrees, watching you place the asparagus on top of the mashed potatoes, doing the same thing on the next plate. “I wish you had told me when you landed, I would’ve picked you up.” You tell, passing the plate to her, and she takes it. “Didn’t want you to be stuck in traffic, plus you cooked dinner, and I’m here now, with you.” She whispers, pressing a kiss on your neck as you hum.

“I got you wine, your favorite.” You mutter, in an instant, her heart melts even more. “You spoil me too much, I swear.” She giggles, and you follow after. The two of you move to the dining table, placing the food down, and you move back to the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses and the bottle. Walking back to the dining table, you smirk at Shoko, who still looks at you, placing the glass down, you kiss her cheek before opening the bottle. “Because you're back home, and I missed you.” You whisper as you pour some in her glass.

After you pour a bit in yours, you sit down and the two of you eat in silence, the music being the conversation.

Your heart burned brighter than the sun itself. Shoko was back home again after a month of shooting for her show and doing panels. At this moment, the media, the team – none of it mattered. Once you two finished eating, Shoko rubbed her belly, leaning her head back as you yawned softly, taking a sip from your wine.

“You sure you're not a chef?” Her head tilting to the side to get a better view of you, you smile and look down at your empty plate. “Well, I ain’t no Gordon Ramsay but I sure as hell can put it down when needed, you feel me?” A laugh leaves both lips, one that was desperately needed. “Well, your my perfect chef.” She whispers, her index finger hooking with yours.

You smile back at her, the two of you lean, lips soft as a petal pressed against each other, an embrace of unity. Pulling back, she continues to hold your index finger, her eyes shining like cosmos.

“So.” She sighs, you raised a brow, “So.” You repeat, “I know, no talk about work, but baby, I have to ask, how?” She asks, even when trying to mask her excitement, you could still hear it.

You laugh and shrug, “I mean you know I’m working on this album, I mean shit we got the greats on it.” Your eyes glance back at the ceiling, you weren’t sure what to say, if to say anything at all. “I’m doing it, you know,” You say, looking back at Shoko. “We’re doing it, I think it’s now hitting me that we’re not middle schoolers using Suguru’s parents' garage to practice, but now we’re accomplishing more than we could dream.” You whisper, tears close to swelling up, however, you swallow them down.

Shoko squeezes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’m proud of you, bon bon.” And you sigh, taking in her words. All the things you deserved to hear.

“And I’m proud of you. I mean, look at you! Ms. Model, Ms. Spokesperson.” Your voice is unable to contain your happiness. Shoko blushes, looking down at her lap, “I hope my dad is proud of me.” She whispers, your brows furrow, “he is.” You mutter, “He is.” You repeat with more conviction, your fingers slip from her grasp, catching her chin to make her look at you.

“I know if he were here right now, God, he would probably be spamming your family group chat with pictures of you. Right, hm?” You ask, tears rush to her chin as she nods. “Yes,” Shoko whispers. “Yeah,” You mutter, wiping her tears with your knuckle. “He’s so damn proud of you.” You remind her, and she continues to tear up. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles and you shake your head, “mmm mmh, no apologies, it’s all natural.” Shoko nods, kissing your cheek.

No matter how intense her mind could get, you were her anchor. She was your provider, the one who allowed you to fall into a safety net. Your love for each other had no bounds, no wounds big or small enough to rip the home you two made.

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heywardsdoll · 9 months ago

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there is this look you give pope before you want something. it's all fluttery pretty eyelashes, and scooting closer to him to show him those wide innocent eyes. it's pouting your lips, and then letting his eyes drag all the way to your cupid bow.

when he first met you, you had all tied up, tongue twisted as if he wasn't able to say anything that didn't involve him blubbering like an idiot. somehow though, he had caught on now. it had started when you wanted more yarn to crochet, but you hadn't finished the giant pack that he had gotten for you for your birthday.

now whenever you made the face, he'd give you a pat on the bum before pecking your lips. now you whine every single time he would close his face when he kissed you.

"why'd you do that?" you would whisper, voice soft as you willed him to open his eyes. you crawled into his lap where he was sitting. pope smiled, arms tight around your waist. the two of you were in your bedroom, a place where serene music played in the background. your sonny angels sat patiently staring at you as you coaxed him out of his firm state.

pope laughed all warm and sweet, "you're trying to get me to do something. all of this sugary sweet behaviour."

at this you would roll your eyes, "i'm just being nice. right? pope, i'm your sweet girl." your tone would drop to be even softer, as your hands traveled up his chest. you relished the feeling of his hard chest on yours. you could hear his heartbeat when you rested your head on his chest.

and yet, he would still keep his eyes closed, but you could see the way that his eyelids fluttered as if he was willing to keep himself in check. finally he would groan, gently shoving you off his chest.

"yk, this will make you bratty," he told you in that all-knowing tone, it was condescending even the way he was treating you, "i don't really like bratty girls." you blanched, stilling in his arms. still pouting you pulled yourself off of him.

you hated when he talked like this. you liked being his sweet girl. the one that would crawl into his arms during stormy nights, and make him chocolate chip cookies whenever you were stressed. he would call you his sweet girl, dragging his arm over you, kissing the creased space between your eyebrows.

pope noticed the shift in your mood, and finally opened his eyes. he saw you cornered, curled up in the ball as you covered yourself with your quilted blanket. the only thing he could see was your wide eyes blinking like a deer in headlights. you were sensitive. that was something that pope had to remember. the fiesty you would get was begging him to take you where he was, and other than that you stayed quiet observing.

"hey bambi?" he whispered, knocking on your head. you were deep in that little fort that you had created for yourself, "listen, i know you want something, but this isn't the way to do it." he sighed, putting his hands on his waist as he looked down at you. you stayed bundled up, blinking up at him.

"hey?"

you peeked out, hair messed up as you bit your lip, "sorry pope." then you sighed, "i don't know what's happening to me."

pope bit the inside of his cheek, ran a hand through your soft hair, and rested your head on his lap. he was still, comforting as always.

"c'mon, get in here."

pope couldn't resist you for too long, especially when you stared at him like that. your pouty lips were pressed together, and he knew you were upset by his earlier comment.

“bambi,” he whispered again, the endearment slipping out naturally. he leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “you don’t have to do all that to get what you want from me. just tell me, okay?”

you nodded reverently, your lips parting slightly as you looked up at him, vulnerability written all over your face. "it's hard sometimes. i don't know how to put it to words sometimes,"

pope sighed, as he pulled you closer tapping on your lips, "what do you want now?" he was soothing you, telling you to use your words.

now nervous laughter pooled out of you, as you shook your head, "forget about that, i just... i just wanted you to hold me now” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

pope’s heart melted at your words. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, enveloping you in his warmth. “you know you don’t have to ask for that,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “i’ll always hold you, no matter what.”

you nestled deeper into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. it was soothing, grounding you in the present moment. you felt cherished under his gaze, and you couldn't help but murmur an apology.

“sorry for being bratty,” you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

"you’re not bratty, bambi, not even close. and even if you were bratty," pope teased, his fingers lifting your chin so he could look into your eyes. "you'd be my brat, you know that?" the words rushed out nervously. he wasn't used to saying things like that and a small smile tugged at your lips, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words.

you slept better than you ever had in pope's warm embrace.

#pope heyward prompt #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #lamb!reader #obx fic #shy!reader #pope heyward imagine #pope heyward fanfiction

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