#she said she was only teasing me 🙄

[ennobaka]

One of my distant aunts (who just divorced my distant uncle so technically she's not my aunt anymore. Technically. She's cool tho) visited my SIL today and when I came down, the first thing she said to me was asking me when I would get married. And then after some talking she said not to marry unless I was 1000% sure that they would be good for me. Like, girl

[cokou]

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r/NSFW Eustass.Kidd

I (25 M) fucked my girlfriend (24 F) so hard that i had to get her into the hospital to get a medical treatment on her cervix.

The doctors told us that everything was wounded up inside her and it looked like she got abused from her lacked of walking, we had to get police involved in our house to investigate what had happened and found the dildo i used on her and it was examined on their lab for any contaminated illness.

My girlfriend refuses to see me from how bad her state had gotten and the police interogated me to make that everything was okay at home. My best friend had gotten involved from how bad my girlfriend couldn't walk and had to assure that I wasn't abusing anyone to the police, it took 3 days for them to fully give out on the case.

My girlfriend had been discharged from the hospital 2 days ago and she still refuses to talk to me, i got her flowers for apology and her favorite food as an apology. She told me that she could take all of me in bed and now everything just went downhill since i got out of control in her.

Now everyone of my friends teases me about what happened and they laughed me off every time they see me, Reddit what should i do?

Comments;

Her problem dude, she said she could take it!

You're at fault for taking her word at all. ➣ Eustass.Kidd replied: fuck off single mf.

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r/girlfriends Msxr.Kill

My girlfriend (24 F) and I (26 M) have been dating for almost 5 years now, tomorrow will be our 5th anniversary and I'm planning to propose to her, but the problem is I don't know how. My brain can't take so much ideas so much and my friends aren't helping me at all.

My girlfriend is the most precious person ever, and i believe she deserves the best in the world. My ideas can't convince me enough that they're good for her, and what if she doesn't like it and rejects me? I don't want that. I asked her bestfriend on what places she especially loves, and I was told to take her on an aquarium proposal.

I don't know what to do and my girlfriend is making me all nervous around her as well, i need help ASAP.

Comments;

Eustass.Kidd: Just tell her to marry you wtf ➣Msxr.Kill replied: You're not helping at all Kidd.

Heat_er: You suck at planning lol. ➣Msxr.Kill replied: Heat I don't wanna hear that from you, you don't even have anyone to love.

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r/AITA Dr._Trafalgar

Am i the asshole for kicking out my girlfriend from my office?

I, (26 M) kicked my girlfriend (24 F) out of my office because she knocked off all the papers off my shelves and dragged me out forcefully. Now she refuses to talk to me and it's been 2 days. My friends told me that i was the asshole and was wrong for kicking her out.

But the thing was those papers were almost 592 pages and i only ended up finding 578 of them, now my girl moved to her friends house and absolutely doesn't answer my calls or text messages.

Her friends texted me that i was the asshole for not spending time with her and paid attention all to myself only not her needs, the papers were worth so much that i could feed her and let us both live together financially, and now i was forced to redo all 592 pages in A WEEK.

so am i the asshole?

Comments;

Your.name: Yes yta🙄 ➣Dr._Trafalgar replied: get your ass home.

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r/girlfriends Chef_Sanjii

My girl is the best in the whole wide world, she's do beautiful, so pretty, so perfect, and every thing she does hypnotizes me. Her beautiful nature makes me inlove with her more every second, her intelligence for everything makes her so special, she is not like any other women ever.

In fact, she is the best in the whole whole world. Not only does her pretty face shine in the darkness, but the way her body sways when she walks or does something is so majestic. I'm so lucky to have such a girlfriend like this, and i know that she will always love forever.

The way she interacts with even the smallest things are cute, in fact all of her is cute. The way her hands hold something and it shows that her body is perfect in every inch. She's none like others, no one can ever EVER compare to my girl, one day i will marry her and see her on the aisle and i wouldnt be able to hold my tears as she walks in a wedding dress.

Her facial features resembles a goddess, she trurly is flawless. No matter what anyone says, she'll be the most MOST perfect woman in the whole entire world. I love love her so much, she's the best that ever happened to me. Her love melts me warm and her words make me putty on her hands.

It's safe to say that she too, loves me, and that our relationship definitely is mutual. Love her so much.

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r/wifey Kuz._an

My wife's cooking is terrible but I don't wanna tell her that and destroy her feelings.

My wife and I had been married for almost 9 years now, she cooks for me daily ever since we have moved in together. Her cooking used to be good, but for some reason it tastes like burnt ketchup over burnt cheese. It looks appealing to look, but the tastes seems to be missed.

Her seasonings are full of bell pepper and black pepper, it terribly sucks. I love my wife to the fullest, but when it comes to her cooking, It feels like I'm on a prison cell. I'm sorry My Love, it's the truth.

Comments;

Unknown: Being honest is his forte. Unknown: COMMENT DELETED Unknown: Atleast your wife tries. Unknown: COMMENT DELETED

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[azzibuckets]

Please write a one shot on them flirting across the arena 🤭

tease [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi are separated for one game and don’t know what to do with themselves

a/n: inspired by pazzi unashamedly flirting from across the arena at the mystics/aces game

word count: 800

masterlist

💗: stop looking at me like that

P: like what?

💗: Like you wanna fuck me

Paige’s cheeks immediately colored as she looked up from her phone to glare at Azzi, who was quietly laughing at the text she’d just sent.

P: it’s not my fault you decided to be fancy and sit courtside

💗: Don’t start. You weren’t even planning on coming til a few hours ago

P: you just don’t love me enough to sit with me in these lowly seats

💗: 🙄 Even if I wanted to, all the seats next to you are taken

Azzi watched as bubbles popped up, then disappeared. She glanced up, but Paige was now gone from her seat, leaving behind Drew, who was busy munching on popcorn.

Sighing, she put her phone down and tried to focus on the game. She knew it wouldn’t look good on her if she was glued to her screen instead of supporting Aaliyah and the Mystics, especially with all cameras pointing at her face earlier, but she couldn’t help but miss Paige’s presence. She’d never tell the older girl, but she had checked for available seats, perfectly willing to sacrifice her free court-side spot in order to be with her girlfriend and their little brother. But apparently everyone and their mother had wanted to watch this game tonight, and all the rows in the arenas were jam packed.

She felt her phone vibrate with a notification. Her fingers itched to swipe and respond to Paige, but she forced herself to wait until at least a free throw was called before opening her phone again.

P: you might wanna turn your brightness down

P: Attachment: 1 Image

Azzi glanced nervously around her, but everyone else was focused on the game. Feeling slightly less feminist at how little she was actually paying attention, she hunched over her phone and dimmed the screen.

Her thumb tapped on the file, and the image opened up on her phone. Oh.

Azzi slammed her phone down, trying to fight the blush from coating her cheeks. She looked up, and Paige was back in her seat now, a knowing smirk on her face as she stared down at Azzi.

Annoyed, Azzi shook her head. “Stop it,” she mouthed.

Cocky, Paige raised an eyebrow. Stop what?

Azzi rolled her eyes. She couldn’t just get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the game, but she could feel the tightening of her core just from seeing the photo Paige sent for only half a second.

Paige must’ve recognized her inner battle, because she raised her arms in what would look like an innocent stretch to everyone else, but to Azzi, she knew that Paige was intentionally letting her jersey ride up to expose the toned flatness of her abs. Azzi’s eyes flickered down to Paige’s stomach before going back to her face, and Paige wet her lips before nodding at her phone.

P: just say the word and i can be in the bathroom in two seconds

💗: You’re a terrible friend to Aaliyah, you know that?

P: this could’ve all been avoided if you would’ve just sat with me🥰

Azzi groaned at her girlfriend’s pettiness. She would never be able to live this down.

💗: The answer is still no

💗: You’re going to regret this so bad later.

P: can’t wait mamas

•••••••

“You think you’re funny?” Azzi moved closer to Paige, making her back up til she hit the wall. Paige stayed silent, a little smirk on her lips.

“You’re gonna drop the fucking attitude right about now,” Azzi said, fingers easily slipping under Paige’s jersey and roaming across her sides, causing Paige’s eyes to flutter shut as she basked in the warmth of Azzi’s touch.

Azzi’s breath fanned across Paige’s lips. “What, you were all talk just a few minutes ago, and suddenly you don’t know what to say?” she mocked.

Paige groaned, trying to move in closer for a kiss, but Azzi gripped her hips and held her in place. “You can’t be mad at me for missing you,” Paige complained with a pout. She reached down and tried to fumble at the zipper of Azzi’s pants, but her hand was swatted away.

Azzi let her lips graze Paige’s, but firmly pulled back as soon as Paige leaned in for more, leaving the blonde chasing. “This is gonna be a lot worse when we get home, just wait.” She separated herself from Paige and turned around to unlock the bathroom door. Paige stayed where she was against the wall, chest heaving as she glared at Azzi.

��Fix your hair and your jersey before you leave,” Azzi said scathingly. “You look like a mess.” Then she was gone.

[melodic-haze]

h-hey 👯‍♀️😕😜🎀

Since you said in your other post that you wanted to write for either Miko or Ei, I HAD AN IDEA!!

What if Miko and fellow kitsune!Reader who start their breeding months (in january obviously) and have Ei volunteering herself to them not knowing that they can’t obviously be sated in just one day 🙄 (r.i.p her cunny)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: switch!Miko x sub!Ei x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader and Miko can shift what they want (specifically their genitals 😄), knotting and breeding (not really)

☆ — NOTES: You. YOUUUUUU. Are such a genius ily anon ty for this 🙏🙏🙏

Ohhhh this bitch REALLY fucked around and found out LOL I almost feel bad.......almost

Have to hand it to Ei though, she DID try to research before proposing the idea in the first place. Especially since this is set in the first year since she got out the PoE........but studying it obv won't be the same as the real thing LOL

You and Miko have fared relatively okay on your own—the two of you have ABSOLUTELY mated before to ease each other's heat but it always felt like something was missing. You both made sure to take procedures to make sure neither of you ever concieved a child after the process with the excuse of the two of you being way too busy to care for one but like. The actual main reason was that if you were to have a child, you both wanted to have the third piece of the puzzle there with you

Now that the third member of your polycule's back, your heats are STRONGER THAN EVER bc wtf she's acc here??? Ughfhghfhh neeeeeed......like do you get me I hope you do

It wasn't as if it was a normal discussion to have out in public (you both always talked about it indoors until neither of you needed to really talk ab it anymore from all the time spent w each other) but it was a nice picnic between the three of you; Ei's head was on Miko's thighs as she ate up yet ANOTHER skewer of tricolour dango while you were leaning on the latter's side when she brought it up

Ei cleared her throat with a slight tinge of nervousness, "Could I perhaps, ah.. assist the both of you in your mating period?"

You choked on the dango that you were about to swallow as you see Miko startle the slightest bit, nearly dropping her novel in the process.

When you managed to regain your composure (or at least a modicum of it), you could only rush out a simple "'scuse me?" as Miko placed her book down to the side with a raised brow.

Miko combed her fingers through Ei's hair as she questioned, "What brought this on, dear?"

"Well..." The Archon licked her lips as she slowly got her words out, "I've.. left you two for over five hundred years. And while I'm glad that you both had each other for company whenever the season hits, I cannot deny that.. well, I feel bad, I suppose."

"You feel bad," the shrine priestess mocked, which.. really, wasn't all that undeserved, despite the fact that she was mocking the nation's leader.

"For a lack of a better word, yes." She sits up and turns to the both of you, putting the now-empty skewer aside, "Now that I have returned from my admittedly self-imposed isolation, it would be remiss of me to.. avoid my duties as your lover."

"I don't mean to be rude, Your Excellency," you teased, "but do you even know what you're saying? You've been in the Plane of Euthymia for so long; I worry for your safety."

You hear the pink fox envoy let out a quiet snort of amusement for your slight condescension (all in good faith, of course) as Ei sighed, "I think you forget that I am not a fragile mortal who needs to be coddled—I can withstand brutal wars and come out victorious."

"Besides," she adds, "I have done a fair amount of research to refresh my knowledge. I assure you both that I can take whatever it is you give me."

Miko mused, "I thought you knew better than to rely on textbook information rather than actual experiment, Ei."

"You're trying much too hard to dissuade me from my offer."

"We both deserve to rib into you for at least a couple hundred years."

"Especially considering how we've been left to fend for ourselves..."

"I.. suppose I do deserve that. And I want to make amends for it all, starting with this. So.. will you let me help? Please?" She looked at the both of you with such sincerity despite the subject matter.

...

The fact that Raiden Ei herself was begging the two of you though...

The both of you jumped her sides with sharing grins, your ears flicking in sync as you let out your own laughs.

"You should hope that you don't regret that, Ei.."

"..Because we are rather.. insatiable."

Then comes the actual thing and ohhhhh girlie was NOT prepared

When I said your heats get worse bc of how Ei's back, I fucking MEAN IT. It's the fact that that familiar sweet smell isn't just a not-quite-forgotten memory for you two anymore that it's just driving you both abslutely NUTS

When she gets to you two she gets POUNCED ON and there is. Basically no break for her at all and foreplay is basically foreGONE atp tbh

Eat her cunt like a bitch STARVED it's like both you and Miko are competing and assisting each other at the same time like who can eat her out better, who can make her squirt, etc etc

SO MANY BITE MARKS ON HER HOLY SHIT like okay yes on you and Miko as well but both of you want to mark Ei EXTREMELY for all the time you've lost with her. The both of you wanna show both Ei and perhaps the entirety of Inazuma that archon is YOURS at the end of the day......at least, if the loud noises didn't give them enough of a hint 🤷‍♀️

You're so right anon rip Ei's cunny indeed bc both you and Miko ABUSE the living HELL out of it❗️❗️❗️ You do often have to personally pry Miko off when she's overstaying in the spot you're supposed to share 🫶🫶🫶🫶 just tell her she's being a VERY bad girl rn and she'll fold. Usually she wouldn't but the haze (lol) in her mind is sooo fucking thick she can't think straight and she can't think of the witty remarks she would've otherwise made :((( poor baby the only thing she wants to do is breed and get bred :(((((((

I need to spitroast her with Miko so very badly I'm ngl to you I neeeed I NEEEEED I need to see Ei being impaled on both ends, both sides basically slobbering

It'd be very messy and would 100% take so long before you finish but when you do, it's with your fellow kitsune's own pussy practically filled to the brim and Leaking as she's laid out and finally passed out as your hips are locked in on your Archon's own; you cumming inside of you for like the nth time and stuffing her full w a mix of both your and Miko's cum and essentially plugging it with an inflamed bulb :3

Whether Ei has a system that allows her to get pregnant or not, gen who knows.......but one thing's def for sure. Or like three things acc: one, you two are VERY clearly excited that your shared lover is finally back; two, turns out she absolutely LOVES being used and bred by her two partners; and three?

It was an unusually hard thing to do, waking up. Despite having an artifical body and being an archon that has faced true horrors and extreme exhaustion, she found herself absolutely spent from the marathon.. copulation.

Ei had hoped that her exhaustion meant that the two of you were much more tired than she was, even despite your inhumanity, and yet...

Her eyes couldn't help but flutter open as a sudden gasp left her lips—she sees you push into her roughly with a lust-addled look on your face. You were already inside her when she fell asleep, considering the animalistic knot that held the both of you together, but even when it had shrunk to a more.. manageable level, you still hadn't taken it out.

Then Ei looks slightly to the right and there she sees her pink-haired familiar, heavily breathing as she grinded her wet, hot pussy onto her thighs with such loud, obscene moans.

(If the Archon listened close enough, which she did, she would've noticed the slight growl to the sounds she made—such a sound was at its most clearest when she ducked down to press another bite mark on porcelain skin.)

She couldn't even utter a word to remark that she had just woken up, didn't even have the room to do anything to stop you before you started pounding away at her like your life depended on it.

..And she could. Really, she could. She wasn't the feared Raiden Shogun for nothing.

She could stop you if she wanted to.

If she wanted to.

But when she feels the residual fluids within her gush out as you essentially resculpt her insides over and over and over, when she feels the desperate whines that Miko lets out as she cums and covers her thigh in slick, well.

She finds that she doesn't really want to.

(And really, not only was it her fault for volunteering, but this is her responsibility as your lover.)

(She knew that, and she wasn't going to start shirking her responsibilities again.)

(Even if it costs her her mobility for a while. But it's fine, she can just do a lot of maintenance after.)

[sansaorgana]

Hiiiii! If you like either version I'd like to request a Benny fic with a Reader who works at some place he frequesnts bc of getting in trouble 🙄🙃

My first thought would be the hospital/doctors office but police or lawyer related jobs could be another option too

hi, love! thank you so much for the request ���� I chose a police station where Reader is not a cop but jut a girl sitting by the desk, kinda like Lucy from Twin Peaks 😉

⚠️ TW ⚠️ Reader is coming back home late at night and she is bothered by some guys

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

You shook your head with a coffee cup in your hand at the sight of a man being walked inside the police station. He was cuffed behind his back as two big policemen were pushing him by his shoulders.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he winked at you as he walked past your desk. “How are you today?”

“Great, Mr. Cross. You?” You teased him as you addressed him officially.

“Not so good,” he chuckled with a shake of his head and the policemen pushed him to walk faster as they escorted him to his cell.

Benjamin Cross. You knew all his personal information by heart now. You knew his ID number more than your own. Working at the police station was never boring and you had your favourites amongst the Chicago criminals but Benny Cross was definitely your favourite. He had that bad boy charm and sexy mystery behind those baby blue eyes. He reminded you of a wild lion with his golden beard and blond hair. He was a biker – a man of the road, a personification of freedom. Well, hardly, to be honest. Because he was spending way too many nights in the cell for a man loving freedom so much.

Another thing you knew by heart was the phone number to the club where his friends worked. It was the phone call he always wanted to make so you dialled it already after putting the coffee cup down.

“Hi,” you said after some man with an unpleasant voice answered. “It’s the police station. Your friend Benny’s here again,” you informed him.

“Thanks,” he only said and hung up on you.

One of the policemen that had been dragging Benny now approached your desk and dropped a few files on it with a sigh.

“Cross, Benjamin,” he told you and you rolled your eyes.

“I know,” you laughed. “What again?”

“Speed limit. Caused a few crushes,” the man explained. “If I see his face once again, I’m gonna turn it to pulp, I swear.”

“No, don’t,” you giggled and he shook his head.

“Women,” he commented and walked away.

You put the papers aside and fixed your skirt before standing up to go to see Benny. You walked past the cells until you spotted him laying on the bed in an empty cell at the end of the corridor. He had used to be locked with other men but he had been starting fights and since then he was given a single cell.

“I called your friends already,” you told him as you leaned on the metal bars and he raised an eyebrow at you with a smug smile.

“Thanks, doll.”

“You must like it here, huh?” You asked, playfully.

“Well, I don’t hate it,” he answered. “As long as you work here,” he added and sat up on the bed to lean back on the wall. “Can you get me a cigarette?”

“I can,” you sighed and walked back to your desk.

It was confusing, really. The way you liked him although you shouldn’t. The way you enjoyed his teasing and his flirting although you knew he probably was like that with half of the city. And if it was any other man, you would tell him to go to hell. But Benny was already coming from there. And he was making you feel intrigued about it.

You grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that you kept in your desk. You took one cigarette out of the pack and went back to his cell. He was waiting for you by the bars and you passed the cigarette and the lighter to him. He lit it and gave you back the lighter as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Thanks, angel face,” he nodded.

“No problem,” you shrugged your arms. “You think they gonna bail you out?”

“Yeah, they always do,” Benny sat on the bed again and leaned back on the wall.

“Okay. I’ll prepare the papers then,” you pointed at your desk with your thumb and walked away.

You worked on them for some time and stared at the clock on the wall. Your shift would be over soon and Benny’s friends weren’t showing up at all. You started to feel bad for him. What if this time they stood him up? It wouldn’t surprise you – after all, they had already spent quite a lot of money on him. And perhaps this time was one too many.

“Hey,” you approached the cell again. He was laying on the bed with his hands under his head as he was staring at the ceiling. He lazily looked up at you. “I’m going home soon. I don’t think your friends are comin’ tonight.”

“They’ll come,” he only said.

“Well, whatever you say. Good night,” you looked down, awkwardly.

You went back to your desk to pick your things up and looked behind you one last time while biting on your lower lip. But what did you expect, really? He was a criminal and you were working at the police station. You shook your thoughts away and left the moment you saw your friend walking in – her shift was just starting.

When you came back to work on the next day, Benny was not in the cell anymore. His friends had bailed him out at night. You were glad that he didn’t have to rot there but it was making you feel a bit sad that he was gone for now. For some reason you missed him already.

He didn’t even like you, did he? Well, he was flirting here and there but he wasn’t very talkative when you were trying to engage in conversations. Or maybe that was a part of his bad boy persona to be a man of a few words. Either way, he was messing with your head and you didn’t like it. It was not like you had a chance with him. And not like he had a chance with you… After all, you were a respectable woman.

God, why were you even thinking of such things? It was not like he was thinking of you the same way. He probably wasn’t thinking of you at all.

On that day you worked until late and it was dark already when you finished. You ran to the bus station but the last bus had already left without you in it. You didn’t live away but you feared taking a walk in the dark. However, you had to.

You fixed your jacket and started to walk down the street, turning around all the time to make sure no one was walking behind you. But after a while you spotted two men walking ahead of you. You wanted to cross the street but they already spotted you.

One of them whistled and you kept your head low, walking past them as they stopped and looked you up and down.

“Hey,” one of them suddenly pointed out. “Isn’t she that bitch working at the police station?”

You swallowed thickly. You recognised that voice. It was one of the men that were being arrested often. Kind of like Benny… Except this guy was not one of your favourites. He was actually a man you feared. He had been often threatening the cops and everyone working at the station to teach them a lesson one day.

You picked up your pace as you tried to walk faster and faster, you nearly ran.

“Hey, wait! You’re not running away!” You heard his voice and the heavy footsteps following you.

You were in such a rush and fear that you didn’t care anymore about anything else – the only thing that mattered was to survive. The ringing in your ears made all the other noise inseparable and you didn’t look around before entering the street to cross it.

And then you spotted a huge motorbike right in front of your face. It stopped inches away from you as you jumped in your place and swallowed thickly. Its reflectors were blinding you at first but after blinking a few times, you spotted it was Benny on his motorbike. He looked terrified, too, with widened eyes and hands clutched onto his motorbike’s handlebar. He had just nearly killed you after all and it was all your fault.

“I… I’m so sorry…” You began to apologise and you looked behind you. The man who had been threatening you and his friend were standing on the pavement and watching the scene.

“They been following you, doll?” Benny asked as he pointed at them with his head.

You nodded, shyly. Benny sighed and parked the bike by the pavement. He stopped the engine and jumped on his feet. You felt safer now with him around.

“Go home,” he looked at you sternly.

“But…” You gasped. It felt bad to just leave him here alone with these guys. Benny was a tough cookie but these two were dangerous as well. And they had the advantage since there were two of them.

“I said, go,” Benny ordered. You nodded and hurried back home, too scared to look back.

You couldn’t sleep at night, tossing and turning. In the morning you called the police station and told them you were sick. You were scared of leaving the house, actually. After last night’s accident… You had no idea what would happen if Benny hadn’t been around. What a coincidence it had been, by the way… And what had actually happened? Had he won the fight? Had there been a fight at all? What if the guys had won, hurt him and now they were waiting for you to show up on the streets?

You waited for everyone from your family to go to work before you walked downstairs and prepared breakfast. You didn’t want them to see you in such a state because they’d start asking questions and you didn’t want to worry anyone.

Around ten, you were already after breakfast and you took a quick shower. You changed into comfortable clothes and sat by the TV, not planning to leave the house at all for the whole day.

When someone knocked upon the door, you were startled. The very first thing that came to your mind was that these two criminals had found you. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, you approached the TV set to turn it off. Trying to avoid passing the windows, you carefully approached the front door and shakily looked through the peephole. You sighed with relief at the sight of Benny Cross leaning on the doorframe. There was a bruise on his face but other than that, he looked fine.

You opened the door and he looked you up and down as if he was checking on you.

“Benny. How do you know where I live?” You asked.

“Why aren’t you at work?” He raised his eyebrows.

“How do you know?”

“‘Cuz I been sitting across the street all night long, making sure they wouldn’t come around,” he explained and pointed at his motorbike parked across the street.

“What?” You widened your eyes.

“I saw your folks leavin’ but not you. You okay?” He asked, worryingly.

“Scared,” you admitted and hugged yourself as the cold from the outside was starting to bother you. Then you realised he had been standing out there all night long. “Come in,” you invited him in.

A criminal that had been in your arrest countless times before. Your mother would kill you if she was there. But she wasn’t.

“Wanna eat something? Drink?” You asked him awkwardly as he was looking around.

“Well…” He started. “A sandwich would be nice. And a cup of coffee.”

“Sure,” you nodded and took him to the kitchen. You sat him by the kitchen table and began to prepare the meal for him. “What happened yesterday?” You asked.

“I taught ‘em a lesson. They shouldn’t bother you anymore. But I wanted to make sure they’d keep their word,” he answered casually and yawned. You smiled to yourself.

“You didn’t have to do this…”

“And let them hurt you?” Benny snorted and you pursed your lips.

“It was a miracle you were there. I don’t know what I’d do if you…” your hands started to shake as you dropped the knife you were spreading the butter with. You pressed the hand to your forehead and stood there, trying to catch a breath again. The flashes of the last night came back to you and you fought the tears.

Benny stood up carefully and stood behind you, not knowing what to do to cheer you up without crossing your boundaries.

“Hey, it was no miracle, (Y/N). I’m always there. I mean, whenever I can. I’m always driving around to make sure you make it home safe. That’s how I know where you live. I heard some guys talking one day when I was arrested, they were talking about you in a way that made me realise it’s not safe for you because of your work, so yeah…” He cleared his throat, scared that he accidentally revealed too much.

You lowered your hand and looked at him, surprised.

“You… You do all these things?” You couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah,” he nodded and hid his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“But… why?”

Benny didn’t know what to answer. He shrugged his arms and watched your face.

“You’re nice to me,” he pointed out.

“Thank you,” you smiled gently and went back to preparing the sandwich. “Do you… Do you want something in return? I owe you,” you told him as he sat down by the table again.

“Nah, I’m fine,” Benny leaned on the wall and watched you serve him breakfast. “I mean, the sandwich and the coffee are enough, thanks.”

You sat in front of him and watched him devour his meal in three big bites. You played nervously with your fingers.

He cared more about you than you had been expecting. It felt nice and surprising and… It was messing with your head even further now.

“Thanks once again. I’ll go home now, need some sleep,” he stood up and you looked up at him with puppy eyes, to which he froze and raised his eyebrows.

“You saved my life,” you whispered.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“To me it’s everything,” you swallowed a lump in your throat. 

Short and awkward silence occurred between you two. Benny looked around as if he was contemplating on something. Eventually, he offered you his hand, which you hesitantly took and felt him pull you up. You stood up and faced him before he cupped your face and joined your lips together in a kiss.

Your eyes widened and at first you didn’t kiss him back out of shock. But after a short while, you closed your eyes and gave in. You placed your hands flat on his chest as you opened your mouth to let his tongue in.

You had always wondered what he would kiss like and it was even better than all your fantasies. It was overwhelming, really. His strength, his smell, his taste, the small groan he let out from the depth of his throat. You moaned in response and Benny’s hands dropped down to your waist and then lower, to your ass as he squeezed it. You giggled without breaking the kiss but he moved away slightly anyway to catch his breath.

“Benny…” You smirked at him and fixed your hair nonchalantly.

“Yeah?” He asked, unsurely, scared of your reaction to the kiss.

“You don’t have to keep getting arrested to meet with me, you know?”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[iamtired10]

once upon a sleepless night

pairing: pham hanni x fem! reader

genre: pure fluff.

warning: mention of mother insomnia and kissing.

SUMMARY: it’s one of those sleepless nights again. you’re restless, mind racing, but hanni, even though she’s exhausted from her long day, decides to tell you a whimsical fairytale to help lull you into dreamland.

you sighed as you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms and glancing at the clock on your desk. 9:53 a.m...

“i’ve been at this for four hours straight.. still tired but not sleepy,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead as a persistent ache throbbed. regretting the 7 cups of coffee you’d downed today, you wondered what you could do. you always felt drowsy in class and needed the caffeine to stay awake.

rising from your chair, you decided a break was in order. grabbing your phone and a lollipop from the desk (a sweet gift from your best friend’s sister while you were hanging out), you settled on the couch. you turned on the tv and started scrolling through your phone.

absentmindedly munching on the lollipop, you browsed instagram, checking out the latest posts from newjeans.

**buzz! buzz!!**

a notification popped up, jolting you from your scrolling.

pham honey:

hey there, gorgeous..

the love of my life..

do you need me to bring you anything before i arrive?

your eyes widened in surprise. you paused your lollipop mid-chew, reading hanni’s message over and over.

“wait—what does she mean by 'she’s coming'?” you wondered aloud, trying to recall if she’d mentioned a visit today. nothing came to mind. she’d been swamped with idol commitments, and it had been a month since you last saw her. newjeans had just had their comeback, and they were buried in work—stages, photoshoots, and all the usual idol grind.

and you missed her. a lot.

her hugs, her kisses, her voice, her smile, her playful teasing, her jokes—everything.

you quickly tapped out a response, your excitement evident.

you:

wait you’re coming over? 

omg, you could’ve given me a heads up! 

i didn’t clean my room today 🙂💔 

and all i need right now is 

you ❤️ 

come back soon 

our plants miss you so much 

i mean, our ‘kids’ 

simpsona smith 

and flex armstrong

pham honey:

hehe i wanted to surprise you 🤭 

i’ve got a day off tomorrow

so manager unnie finally gave me the go-ahead to visit you.. yay! 

what did you mean by ‘you need me’ though? �� 

care to explain? 😜 

and i MISS our ‘kids’ so much 😭 

have they grown up at all? 🥺 

i’m going to shower them with water and love when i get there 🤭

you:

well it’s not a surprise anymore😕

when i said i need you, i meant that i miss you so much, you silly bunny

you’re the only one who completes me

honestly i can't even put into words how much i miss you

could you hurry up a bit

so i can finally give you that big hug?

pretty please 🙏🏻

pham honey:

ooh~ 😏

someone seems extra needy for my affection today huh?

alright i’ll try to walk faster

but be patient, baby.

patience 😉

and...i’m super excited to see you.

i MISSED you too… like a ton?

i’ve been hugging my pillow at night, pretending it’s you ☹️

i can’t wait to shower you with kisses, like SO MANY kisses.

and cuddle you endlessly.

i LOVE YOU so much that it’s hard to even describe.

oh my god why are you so perfect?

you’re unbelievably perfect and i can’t believe you’re MY girlfriend, mine <3

you’re mine

oh god 🤭 i THINK I’M OBSESSED.

seriously baby... marry me 😍

you:

stop texting

and come home quickly

you walk so slowly with your short legs ☹️

and don’t you dare be late

pham honey:

wow. that’s kind of rude!

alright alright 🙄

you couldn’t help but smile as you set your phone down. “why is she so cute...” you murmured to yourself. with a sense of urgency, you mentally chastised yourself. “y/n, clean the room before she arrives!” you told yourself as you stood up, lollipop still clutched between your teeth.

you made your way to your room, determined to tidy up. the bed was reasonably clean but still a little messy. you didn’t want your perfect girlfriend, hanni pham, to see it less than immaculate. she deserved everything to be just as perfect as she was.

while humming contentedly and chewing your lollipop, you changed the bedsheets to fresh ones, making sure everything looked neat and inviting.

after you finished, you glanced at the clock. it was 9:31 p.m.

“when is she coming back...” you wondered aloud as you grabbed another lollipop from your desk, tossing the stick from the previous one into the trash. you stepped out of the room, a chuckle escaping you as you imagined hanni possibly tripping over her own feet. it was amusing but also a bit worrying.

hanni was always unpredictable. like, REALLY unpredictable.

you never knew what kind of delightful mischief she’d get up to next...

and it only made her cuter.

you loved her for it.

you loved her for exactly who she was.

you reached for your phone, which you’d left on the couch earlier. the tv’s soft hum played in the background, a distant noise in your current state of anticipation.

just as you were about to enter the final number of your password—

**ding-dong!!**

the doorbell rang loudly, making you jump slightly. “is that her?” you mumbled, the lollipop still dangling from your mouth.

“probably her,” you mused to yourself.

you made your way to the front door, fingers gripping the doorknob. you took a deep breath, peeking through the peephole to get a glimpse of the visitor.

there she was—standing outside the door, looking absolutely adorable in a hoodie...

wait a second—

IS THAT YOUR HOODIE!?

with a resigned sigh, you thought, “nothing new, she’s swiped my hoodie again…”

but she’s finally here...

why am i so nervous? you wondered, turning back to the door. slowly, you opened it. before you could even get a good look, she leapt into your arms, hugging you like a koala.

“oh my god, hanni, i can’t breathe,” you groaned, feeling her arms tighten around you. “come on, you’re squishing me.” even as you grumbled, you couldn’t deny how much you needed this.

“no way,” she mumbled into your neck. “i’ve waited a whole month to hold you again. baby, i missed you so much, like a person who’s lost something vital and can’t get through the day without it.” you stood there, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face, as you wrapped your arms around her. with your foot, you nudged the door shut and locked it.

“can you let go now?” you asked, making your way into the living room.

“uh-uh,” she shook her head, her nose buried in your scent. “why do you always smell so good?” she asked, pulling back just enough for her eyes to meet yours. she looked both exhausted and exhilarated. “i don’t use much perfume. it must just be my natural scent,” you shrugged, still chewing on your lollipop as you gently tried to pull her off the couch.

“no, don’t pull away!” she protested, pouting and crossing her arms, clearly disappointed. “you can’t just push me away after i’ve missed you so much!”

“you just came in from outside. go wash up first, you might have germs. i can’t risk catching anything—eww,” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you settled down on the couch opposite her. she huffed in response, turning her head away with a dramatic sigh. “seriously, how could you be so rude?” she grumbled.

“i’m just being careful, you know. can’t help it if that bruises your ego,” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips. “and let’s talk about the whole stealing thing, shall we?”

“stealing? me?” hanni raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you’d just accused her of some heinous crime. “when did i ever steal?”

you rolled your eyes, finally taking the lollipop stick out of your mouth and licking your lips. “don’t try that innocent act with me, pham. it’s not gonna work.”

she huffed dramatically. “fine! i might’ve borrowed one hoodie…”

“oh, just the one?” you crossed your arms, leaning back with a knowing grin.

“ugh, okay, fine! three hoodies!”

you shook your head, a mock-serious look on your face. “no more cuddles for you—”

“five! okay, five of your hoodies! happy now?”

you chuckled, clearly amused. “now i am. i think i'll call the cops now. imagine the headlines: ‘newjeans’ hanni caught red-handed stealing five hoodies from a fan, scandalizing her career.’”

“oh, shut up!” she pouted, crossing her arms. “i have every right to take your hoodies! i need something that smells like you when i miss you... and i even left one of my favorite hoodies with you, didn’t i?” she tried to sound indignant but it came out more like a whine.

without warning, she launched herself at you, nearly knocking you over. you caught her with a laugh, holding her close as she snuggled against you like a clingy koala.

“seriously, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day,” you grumbled, though you couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you felt her warm breath against your neck.

“oh, please. you’re the one who was begging me to get here fast so you could hug me,” she retorted, her voice muffled against your shoulder.

you ran your fingers through her hair, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “okay, maybe i was being a little sweet... but i didn’t mean it that much.”

“liar!” she pinched your side playfully, making you yelp.

“ow, hanni!” you whined, trying to pull away, but she tightened her grip around you.

“hmm..” she looked up, her eyes meeting yours, weary and soft. “you look exhausted,” you mumbled, gently rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles. she sighed, cupping your face in her small hands. “i am... really tired... today’s practice was brutal. we recorded a new song today and... oh! you know, dani tried to moonwalk and tripped over her own feet!” she chuckled, her eyes lighting up for a moment. “haerin and i had a dance battle... but she beat me this time. minji was teasing me, as usual... and, oh! by the way, hyein told me to say hi. she misses you.” hanni rambled on, her voice a sweet melody to your ears. you couldn't help but chuckle softly as you brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“you’re just too cute, baby... i can’t handle it,” you sighed, feeling a surge of affection wash over you. her cuteness was something that always left you both awestruck and grateful.

sometimes, you wondered what good deed you had done in life to deserve a girlfriend as wonderful as her.

“oh, shut up... i’m not that cute,” she grumbled, hiding her face in your neck, her voice muffled. “i don’t get why you and bunnies find me so adorable... you guys are too much.” she playfully hit your chest, causing you to laugh. you pulled her closer, enjoying the way she felt in your arms. “oh, my hanhan is flustered, i see. did i make you blush? yayyy!”

“l/n y/n, can you shut up... or i’ll kiss you,” she threatened, pulling back with a pout. you smirked, “oh really? but sorry, i'm busy eating my lollipop right now.” you teased, chewing the lollipop with a mischievous grin. she rolled her eyes. “is it weird that i'm jealous of that lollipop? you’re giving it more attention than me—”

“excuse me!? pham hanni, stop being so blunt!” you raised your eyebrows, feigning shock, as she crossed her arms, her expression daring. “can’t help it when you're licking that lollipop like that... it's kinda seductive.”

you felt your cheeks heat up, caught off guard by her words. “y-you're so weird...” you muttered, turning your gaze away. “don't look at me like that, you little freak.”

she chuckled at your flustered state, her fingers gently tilting your chin back toward her. “what look, darling?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. before you could respond, she reached out and popped the lollipop out of your mouth, bringing it close to her own lips. “hey, what the hell? that's mine!” you protested, but she just grinned wider.

“it must be really sweet, the way you were eating it... i want to see if it's as good as it looks...” she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. your eyes widened in realization. “no! don't! that's gross, i already licked it! a little kid gave me that, and you can't just—”

“who said i was going to taste it from here?” she interrupted with a chuckle, her voice sultry and suggestive.

you froze, narrowing your eyes, trying to process her words. then it hit you.

“pham hanni, don’t you dare—”

before you could finish, she leaned in, capturing your lips with hers in a kiss that felt like she had been waiting forever for this moment.

her lips moved against yours with a hunger and intensity that left you breathless, her hands tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss, leaving your lips swollen and red, and a few love bites on your neck as souvenirs.

just your average pham hanni behavior...

“baby, you're not sleeping?” you snapped out of your thoughts as you looked up from your notebook. you stopped writing and saw hanni lifting her head up from the bed. her hair was a bit messy, her eyes half-open, wearing one of your pajamas, looking absolutely adorable.

“ah.. i just have a few things to finish, my sweet bunny. did the lamp wake you up? sorry, i'll turn it away a bit..” you smiled, adjusting the light so it wouldn't bother her. hanni sat up with a sigh, rubbing her eyes. “what do you mean by 'a few things'? it's 2 a.m... you should be in bed too...” she yawned, clearly still half-asleep.

“can't sleep...” you admitted with a small, nervous laugh, turning your chair to face her. “did you have a nightmare or something? do you want me to cuddle you again?” you asked, getting up and moving towards her side of the bed. she reached out, grabbing your shirt sleeve and pulling you closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. “no, you're the one who should be sleeping...” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with exhaustion.

“you didn’t get much rest last night, and now you’re up again... working through the night like an owl or something,” she huffed, pressing her face against your stomach. you chuckled, patting her back gently. “baby, i can’t help it... even when i’m dead tired, i just can’t seem to fall asleep, no matter what i do...” you admitted, watching as her eyes widened slightly.

“has this been happening a lot lately?” she asked, concern evident in her tone. you nodded. she sighed, “sounds like insomnia... you’ve got insomnia, babe.”

“yeah, you could say that... but don’t sweat it.” you shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck. she scoffed, “don’t sweat it? do you even know how bad insomnia is?! it makes you tired... *yawn*... gives you poor concentration, mood swings, and increased stress or anxiety... it’s sooo bad. it can lead to health problems like heart disease, high blood pressure, and even accidents due to drowsiness...”

“oh... you’re making it sound like a big deal...” you laughed nervously, your hand gently caressing her back. "it is!” hanni insisted.

“we need to fix this.. chamomile tea, meditation, melatonin…” her voice trailed off as sleepiness tugged at her again. despite her best efforts to stay awake and worried for you, she was clearly still exhausted. all she could think about was making you chamomile tea in the morning or finding a meditation video on youtube to help you relax.

“you’re still so tired...” you tilted your head, observing her. “yes, but you’re even more tired than i am... so get in.” she sighed, letting go of your waist and scooting over to make room. “huh, what?”

“get in bed, dumbass,” she said, snuggling back under the blanket and patting the space next to her.

“uh... okay, let me just turn off the lamp...” you murmured, reaching over to turn off the light before climbing into bed beside her.

you groaned as you turned to the other side... it's been an hour now, and you still can't fall asleep. beside you, hanni was fast asleep again, clearly exhausted from her long day. you could hear the soft sounds of her breathing, occasionally mumbling something in her sleep and pulling you closer, snuggling against you.

“god... why the hell can't i sleep... i'm too tired to deal with this,” you sighed, rubbing your neck and opening your eyes. “i can't just lie here doing nothing... maybe i should get up and read a book in the living room, don’t want to wake my tired baby again...” you thought, carefully trying to get up. but as you moved, you realized hanni’s arm was still draped over you, holding you tight.

you blinked. “she's asleep... i’ll just move her hand aside... she's too sleepy to notice,” you thought as you slowly began to lift her arm off your shoulder. but you failed, accidentally jostling her awake.

“y/n-ah, what are you doing...” she murmured sleepily, her voice groggy with fatigue. you closed your eyes, silently cursing yourself for waking her up again. “uh, i need to pee...” you blurted out nervously, trying to come up with an excuse.

“huh... you've been to the bathroom like four times already... do you have diabetes too or something?” she muttered, slowly opening her eyes. “oh god, why did you give my baby all these problems...” she sighed, shaking her head.

you blinked in surprise. “no! i don't have diabetes! what the hell...” you exclaimed, and she chuckled softly. “then why do you keep running to the bathroom, huh?”

“okay, fine... i lied. i just... can’t sleep,” you admitted with a sigh, dropping your head back onto the pillow. “can’t sleep?” she whispered, pulling you closer. you nodded, feeling her warm breath on your neck. she sighed gently. “is there anything i can do to help you? do you want me to make you some chamomile tea, baby?” she offered, her voice filled with concern despite her own exhaustion.

“no, you should sleep,” you insisted, shaking your head. “but i can't sleep peacefully when you're struggling to sleep, baby. you're going to be exhausted tomorrow, and that's not good... just tell me if there's something i can do. i’m not going back to sleep if you don’t...” she said, softly caressing your cheek.

“i don’t know... but your voice calms me a lot... if you don’t mind... could you tell me a story?” you asked, snuggling closer to her. she hummed softly, her fingers gently brushing through your hair. “you want me to tell you a story... like a fairytale or something?” she asked quietly. you nodded against her shoulder.

“let me think of one, baby...” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she continued to stroke your hair. “hmmm... i remember one that my grandma used to tell me when i was little...” she said, and you looked up at her, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“close your eyes and just listen, okay? don’t think about anything else, just listen. it’ll help you fall asleep...” she murmured, placing gentle kisses on each of your eyelids, making you feel even calmer.

“okay, baby. i'll just listen,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. she chuckled softly, pulling you even closer. “that’s my baby,” she whispered, her voice soothing as she began her story.

“once upon a time,” she began, her fingers gently threading through your hair, “there was a princess.”

hanni closed her eyes, letting her imagination bring the story to life as she spoke, her voice a soft, soothing hum that blended with the quiet of the night.

“this princess lived in a beautiful kingdom, where everything seemed perfect and peaceful. but despite all the beauty around her, the princess felt a deep unhappiness inside.”

“why was she unhappy?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

“babe, you said you wouldn't talk,” hanni teased, pausing her hand in your hair for a moment before continuing. “but well, the princess was unhappy because, although she had everything she could ever wish for, she was lonely. she had a kingdom and all the luxuries one could imagine, but she had no one to truly share them with, no one who genuinely cared for her.”

“she had her parents, of course," hanni went on, her fingers resuming their gentle, calming motion through your hair. “but it wasn't the kind of connection she was yearning for.”

she paused, her voice her voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone.

"then, one day, the princess met a knight..."

"the knight came into her life like a breath of fresh air..." hanni murmured, her voice soft and dreamlike. "he was unlike any other man in the kingdom.. he wasn't interested in her wealth or her title.. he treated her with kindness and respect.. not as a princess, but as a person.."

hanni smiled at the thought of the knight, her fingers tracing lightly along your jaw.

“the princess was captivated by this new person in her life...” she continued in a whisper, her touch tender and affectionate. “she found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn't explain.. maybe it was his courage, his loyalty, or just the way he saw her for who she truly was...”

“as time went on, the princess and the knight grew closer...” hanni said, her voice now a soft murmur, almost like a lullaby. “they spent time together, sharing their thoughts and dreams.. learning more about each other with every passing day...”

her hand moved gently down to rest on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

"as they got to know each other, the princess realized she was falling in love with the knight.." hanni whispered, her hand drifting down to rest lightly on your stomach. "he was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.. and to her surprise and delight, she discovered that he felt the same way about her.."

"time passed, and their love only grew stronger.." hanni continued, her soft, melodic voice drawing you deeper into a state of calm and peace.

"they were blissfully happy, cherishing every moment they could spend together.." she murmured, her fingers gently tracing along your skin, soothing you further.

"but the princess' parents... they didn't approve of their love.. they had other plans for her.. they wanted her to marry someone of higher rank.. someone who could bring more power and wealth to the kingdom.."

"they forbade their relationship.." hanni said, her voice tinged with a note of sorrow. "they wanted the princess to marry a suitor who would benefit the kingdom politically, not a humble knight.."

"the knight and the princess were heartbroken.." hanni whispered, her hand stilling for a moment on your hip. "they tried to reason with her parents, but it was in vain.. her parents were determined to marry her off to someone else.."

"but the knight knew he couldn't just give up.." hanni continued, her voice firmer now, filled with quiet determination. "he didn't care about status or wealth.. he loved the princess, and he was resolved to find a way to be with her.."

“so he went to the king and boldly asked for the princess's hand in marriage.. the king was furious and refused, but seeing the knight's determination, he set a challenge.. if the knight could complete three impossible tasks, then he could marry the princess,” hanni explained.

as hanni continued the story, her voice calm and soothing, you began to feel drowsy.. her storytelling was comforting, her gentle caresses on your hair making your eyelids feel heavy.

"the knight, with the unicorn's horn in his possession, presented himself before the king, having completed all three tasks.." hanni murmured, her hand now tracing soft patterns on your arm. "seeing that the knight had succeeded, the king had no choice but to honor his promise and allow the knight to marry the princess.."

"and then they live happily ever after...." you mumbled sleepily, a small smile tugging at your lips.

hanni chuckled at your sleepy comment, her hand continuing to gently run through your hair.

"yes... it's a classic fairy tale.. the knight overcomes all obstacles, wins the princess's heart, and they live happily ever after.." she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of playful amusement.

“thank you... han... for the story and for everything... i love you... so much...” you sighed, feeling yourself drifting off, the world fading away.

“anytime, my love... good night.. sweet dreams, and remember to dream of me, okay?"

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this, and i hope it brought you some joy too. thanks so much for reading, and have a wonderful day or night! :)) (i need a hanni fr...)

[hyugos9blue6small9hairs]

Sol x reader

Wearing costumes associated with each other to the halloween party

You're head is down on your desk, infront of you is Crowe "I just don't know what I'm going to do about the party" you grown as you punch the desk that's under you, Crowe softy smiles at you, you pause as you look up at him, his gaze soft and welcoming "why don't I help you figure it out" he tilts his head to the side with a smile on his face as he spoke "I mean it's only in two more days, and Sol's coming, right?" He asks, you nod in response.

Now you're here at some halloween themed store (Totally not spirt halloween) you're following behind Crowe browsing the Iles

"what are you being?" You ask him, Crowe cracks a smile in response to your question

"I'm going as a plague doctor" he beams his bright, welcoming, gentle smile, he turns away awkwardly scratching the back of his head "though...I did consider going as a crow" you smile in response placing your hands behind your back and standing up straight

"Considered picking something that fit the name?" She teased leaning in towards him

"Yeah" he whispers happily.

Something finally managed to catch your eye.

Crowe's voice from behind you made you flinch "you're going to be a vampire?" He asks

you quickly turn around to face him "no" you say firmly standing up straight with your head up high "that's unoriginal, I'm going to be!" You slam your foot down on a sensor triggering a monster to pop out at Crowe, he moves back in response in an attempt to continue looking at you.

"I'm going to be a vampire's victim" you overdramaticly place the back of your hand on your forehead.

Crowe chuckles slightly "a Vampire's victim?" You nod enthusiastically

Crowe stares at you "wouldn't you just be wearing normal clothing?"

You fold your arms staring back at him "I'll manage" you smile.

You're at home lying on your couch on your phone, your phone vibrates, phone already in hand you look to see who texted you

Hyugo

He texted you

"I heard you're going to some halloween party, what are you going as?"

You: "a vampire's victim, how did you know I was going?"

"Sol said you invited him"

You:"I did 😅 he still going?"

"With him right now, he's being grumpy cuz I dragged him to this detective movie 🙄"

"This dude has to figure out why all these kids have been going missing, turns out this one girl had this stalker-"

Hyugo continued ranting to you about the movie, all you could do was smile down at your phone.

Day of the party

You're at the front door Crowe is greeting you and you head inside while texting Sol that you are inside, you quickly run and check a close by mirror to make sure you're makeup is okay, you have a very detailed bite mark on your neck with blood running down it all the way to the top of your chest. Your phone vibrates

"Here"

You quickly move to the door opening it and Sol walks inside, the two of you make it to a corner out of people's way, Sol turns to look down on you.

You finally see the details in his costume "you're a Vampire" you mumble with surprise.

I wasn't sure how to continue this, so if you want a part 2 please give me some ideas T.T

[jaiistg]

Karma Akabane who is whipped for reader

"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you"

•You and Karma met because of his and your's parents !! They knew that you two would get along so well,infact you two did get along...Maybe a little too well,to the fact he got attached to you.

•His parents shipped you both together when Young karma asked them why does his hard beats super fast whenever he sees you and wanting to always be by your side.HIS MOM WAS ALL LIKE "MY BABY BOY IS GROWING UP !!!"

•You and Karma are classmates on class 3-A, that was until this fucker got suspended and was now in class 3-E🙄 he would help you with subjects your struggling with.

•After his suspension he couldn't stop thinking about you like "how is she doing?" "Does she miss me?" One day he saw you hanging out with his one and only rival Asano Gakushuu.He didn't blame you since him and Assano🙄 were your only friends.

•He thought he was being slick with hiding his feelings for you that was until he got exposed by koro sensei because HE KEEPS DODDLING YOU ON HIS NOTEBOOK,he was so fluttered he can't even look at koro-sensei in the eye...tsk tsk hope you learn your lesson next time Karma~

•Ever since his classmates found out that he likes you THEY KEEP TEASING HIM AND HE CAN'T HELP BUT BLUSH😭.

•Everytime he sees you the world stops.Its as if you two are the only people in this world.This dude wants to approach you and ask how your doing but is too afraid because he hasn't spoken to you for a long time.

•Eventually,you guys talked and it felt like nothing has changed,He dosent know what he was so afraid of...

•He sometimes gets lonely on his house because his parents are always at work so he calls you and ask's if you can come over,and ofc you said yes.

•His house,the place where you guys first met and also the place where you guys became official<33.

•It turns out you guys are smitten for eachother but can't seem to confess to one another.How did they found out about each other's feelings? Truth or dare.Yeah you heared me right Truth or dare.

(name-chan) truth or dare he asked?

(name) can see his smirk.what is he up to now..? As she face palmed."Truth"

Have you ever liked someone in our school? Karma asked curiously secretly hoping she'd say yes and say it is him

(name) was caught of-guard.Since when did he care about things like this? She thought.

Fine,Yes I had a crush on someone.I still have a crush on them tho...She mumbled the last part but Karma can hear it.

Its your turn now strawberry! Truth or dare (name) said excitingly

He can't help but find her cute."Dare,im not a coward like you!" He said jokingly

Hey!! (Name) said clearly offended."If you have a crush on someone can you text them and confess?"

"What."

"Pleaseeeeeeeeee"

Ofc he couldn't say no to her.So he did it.

Wait someone texted me (name) said

She was shocked.She looked up from the screen and saw karma smiling at her with a tint of blush on his cheeks.

"Is this....True?"

"Duhh,why would I lie to you about what I feel?" he said chuckling but also serious about what he said

I..."

"you?

"I like you too."

"HUH ARE YOU FOR REA-"

•Has he died and went to heaven?? Are you sure you'll go to heaven? Lmaooalakka THE (NAME) LIKES HIM BACK??? SOMEONE SAVE THIS MAN FROM PASSING OUT.

•And yeah! That's what happened, after you two became official you guys told both of his and your's parents !! They were happy that you two got together.

[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away - F

Kind of burst my right ear while doing martial arts tonight... And I have an interview tomorrow, great 🙄

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Part A | Part B | Part C&D | Part E

You were not stupid. As Agatha and Rio had told you, you understood what you were feeling toward them. The pull, the strange sense of connection—it was undeniable. You did not understand why or how, but you knew it was real.

The sky stretched above you, a perfect, unbroken blue as if the earlier storm had never existed. You sat on a wooden chair near the garden’s edge, absently watching your younger brother wielding his sword as he played. Well, training, as he often got defensive whenever you referred to it as ‘play.’

"You really have no talent for this," you drawled teasingly, unable to resist.

Your brother frowned, lowering his sword in irritation. "Better than you!"

You stuck your tongue out, laughing at his wounded pride.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?" he asked, his curiosity outweighing his annoyance. "You don't usually come to the backyard."

You sighed, resting your chin on your hand. "To clear my mind. But watching you with that sword only made me more frustrated."

He rolled his eyes, flipping the blade in his palm with a practised motion. "Want to give it a try?"

"And have grandfather lecture me for a week?" you retorted, arching a brow.

"When has that ever stopped you?" your brother teased, his mischievous grin infectious. Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips, but you shook your head in feigned exasperation.

Before you could respond, your sister burst into the backyard, her excitement palpable as she practically skidded to a stop.

"I just came from the market!" she exclaimed, her words spilling out in a rush. "And guess what I heard!"

"A royal visit?" you guessed flatly in disinterest.

"No!" she shot back, shaking her head for emphasis. "You know the shaman who lives near the outskirts well?"

"The one by the shaman tree?" your brother chimed in, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes! Apparently, the shaman is dead!"

You frowned, leaning forward in your chair. "Out of the blue?"

"I don’t know," your sister admitted, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "But from what I gathered, they found the body looking… strange. All dried up, with wrinkles everywhere, and the skin had turned dark brown."

The image sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. In your mind, unbidden, came the memory of Agatha and Rio—their enigmatic smiles, their sharp gazes, and the unmistakable presence of power that clung to them like a second skin. You blinked, brushing the thought aside, but a strange unease lingered.

"Was it natural causes?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Your sister tilted her head, giving you a questioning look. "I don’t know. No one seems to know."

"That sounds like something out of a book," your brother said, half-joking. "Like when someone dies because their energy was completely drained."

You flinched at the mention, but neither of your siblings seemed to notice. They were too busy launching into another bickering match about the plausibility of such superstitions.

You turned your gaze back to the clear blue sky, your thoughts racing. The shaman’s death, the way it was described—it unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. And the fact that your mind had so quickly conjured Agatha and Rio…

Why?

The evening air was cool against your skin as you slipped out of the house unnoticed. The faint hum of conversation and clatter of dinnerware from within the estate faded behind you, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

It was not like you had any proof—no solid reason to suspect Agatha and Rio of anything. Yet, the timing felt too coincidental to ignore. The shaman’s death, with its unnatural details, had come so soon after their arrival—or at least, what you thought was their arrival. You realised you did not even know how long they had been in the city. Were they recent visitors, or had they always been here, hidden in plain sight?

Your thoughts churned as your feet carried you toward the outskirts, past familiar streets and into the quieter paths leading to the mountain. You were not sure what you hoped to find, only that you were compelled to go. It felt instinctive; this pulls toward answers—or perhaps toward them.

As the trees thickened and the city lights dimmed behind you, a strange sensation prickled at the back of your neck. You glanced around, but the only movement came from the shadows of the trees swaying gently in the breeze. Still, you could feel them—yellow eyes, glinting faintly in the underbrush, watching you from the depths of the forest.

Animals.

Your steps did not falter. You knew they were only animals, curious and wary of your presence. You had felt that strange connection that seemed to soothe them before. They would not harm you. People were far more dangerous than any predator lurking in the shadows.

The well came into view, its stones dark and worn under the faint light of the crescent moon. The ribbons tied to the shaman tree fluttered in the breeze, their colours muted in the dim light. You hesitated, glancing around, the silence pressing against your ears.

You had to search your memory. The last time you came here, Agatha and Rio guided you to their house. The memory of Agatha’s hand against your back as she gently but firmly steered you forward surfaced, along with the embarrassing recollection of your hand brushing against her lips. Your face burned at the thought.

Focusing, you turned your attention back to the space around the well, scanning for any sign of their path. You had been too distracted then—too caught up in their presence to pay attention. But now you had to rely on instinct, retracing your steps as best possible.

The distant hoot of an owl broke the quiet, startling you for a moment. You exhaled slowly, willing your racing heart to calm.

Think, you told yourself, your eyes scanning the faint trails leading away from the well.

You took a tentative step toward one of the paths, pausing to glance back at the well as though expecting someone to appear and guide you. But no one came. You were alone. For now.

You kept walking, the dark road stretching endlessly ahead, illuminated only by the faint light of the moon and stars. The cold wind brushed against your skin, raising goosebumps as you rubbed your arms absently. The eerie silence around you was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves, but it did little to quiet the thoughts swirling in your mind.

You were not sure what had compelled you to come out here. At least, that was what you wanted to tell yourself. But deep down, you knew the truth.

You knew what the pull was.

It was not just curiosity or the need for answers. It was them.

Agatha and Rio.

Your steps faltered as the thought struck you again, sharper this time. How could you feel this way? About two people? The very idea seemed impossible, unnatural even. You were never raised to believe in great love, just an arranged marriage that would secure your family’s future and bring honour to your name. And yet, here you were, your heart split in two, each beat resonating with a longing you could not explain.

It is not possible, you told yourself, the words firm but hollow. No one could love two people at the same time—not truly. Not completely.

And then there was the other unspoken truth, the one that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

They are women.

Loving another woman was a concept you had only encountered in hushed whispers or scandalous rumours, spoken with disdain. But loving two? At once? It was not just impossible—it was unthinkable.

You shook your head fiercely as though the motion could dispel the thought. It isn’t love, you insisted, trying to convince yourself. It CANNOT be love.

But even as you denied it, the truth pressed against your chest, unyielding. Agatha’s sharp eyes, the way they seemed to see through you. Rio’s laughter and teasing wrapped around you like silk. The way they both made you feel—seen, understood, drawn in.

The rustling of leaves pulled you from your thoughts, and you froze. Your eyes darted toward the trees, where shadows seemed to shift and ripple like water. A pair of yellow eyes blinked at you from the underbrush.

A fox, you realised, exhaling shakily. Its gaze was steady and curious, but it made no move toward you. You relaxed slightly, watching as it tilted its head before slipping silently back into the darkness.

The animals did not frighten you. You could feel their watchful presence, their faint curiosity as they observed you from the shadows. But people? People were unpredictable. And the thought of someone—something—lurking in the darkness unsettled you far more than glowing eyes ever could.

Your sister’s words about the shaman echoed in your mind. A dried, withered body, skin darkened unnaturally. It was not a natural death. It could not be.

And if it was not natural, then someone had killed them.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, your footsteps faltering as your mind raced. Was it Agatha and Rio? Your stomach twisted at the idea. You did not want to believe it. But what if it was not them? What if the real killer was still out here, watching, waiting?

You glanced over your shoulder, the road behind you swallowed by shadows. A flicker of doubt tugged at you, urging you to turn back. But the pull—that strange, unrelenting force—drew you forward like an invisible thread guided your steps.

Again, the memory of Agatha’s touch on your back, the warmth of her hand as she steered you forward, surfaced in your memory like an unshakable echo. And the moment when your fingers brushed her lips. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, trying to banish the thought, but the heat rose in your face regardless.

You paused, scanning the area, trying to search your memory for the way to their house. Now, the quiet surrounded you, pressing against your thoughts as you tried to retrace your steps.

What am I even doing here?

The thought struck you suddenly, sharp and accusing. You had no proof and no reason to suspect Agatha and Rio. Yet here you were, alone in the dark, chasing shadows.

But it was not just suspicion driving you forward. The feeling that had burrowed into your chest and refused to leave. Even as fear prickled at the edges of your mind and doubt whispered that you should turn back, you could not stop yourself.

Despite your initial confidence, a faint tremor of fear began to creep into your steps. The dark forest pressed in around you, the shadows more profound and foreboding with every step away from the city. You had never ventured this far from home at night and certainly not beyond the safety of the city walls.

Though you were not afraid of the animals watching from the darkness, the unknown gnawed at the edges of your mind. The soft rustling of bushes or the creak of tree branches in the wind made you flinch, your heart jumping each time. You kept telling yourself it was nothing—just the wind, just curious creatures—but your nerves refused to settle.

A sharp rustle to your left made you freeze in place, and your breath caught in your throat. You stared into the shadows, half expecting a fox’s curious eyes or a bird flitting between branches. But the darkness offered no reassurance, only an oppressive silence.

And then it happened. A firm hand landed on your shoulder from behind.

You nearly screamed, spinning around as your breath caught in your throat, but your voice froze when your gaze met familiar, piercing blue eyes.

"Agatha!" you exclaimed, your voice shaky and louder than you intended. Relief and shock flooded you all at once.

Agatha’s face was unreadable, but her eyes flickered with something—was it worry? Before you could place it, her expression hardened.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her tone sharp and almost scolding.

Her voice startled you, and you stepped back, still reeling from her sudden appearance. "I…" You stammered, struggling to find your words.

Agatha’s hand fell from your shoulder, but she did not step back. Her gaze bore into you, her jaw tightening. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to wander out here alone at night?"

Her words stung, not because they were untrue, but because they mirrored the thoughts that had already begun creeping into your mind. You straightened your posture, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"I—I could ask you the same thing," you retorted, though your voice wavered.

Her brow arched, the corner of her lips twitching as if fighting the urge to smirk. "Oh, doll, I’m not the one trembling in the dark like a lost kitten."

"I’m not trembling," you said quickly, though you could not stop the slight tremor in your hands.

Agatha’s sharp eyes scanned you, lingering just long enough to make your cheeks burn under her scrutiny. "Why are you here?" she asked again, her tone quieter but no less demanding.

You hesitated, the weight of her gaze pressing against you. "I… wanted answers," you admitted finally, your voice softer now.

"Answers?" Her head tilted slightly, her wavy hair catching the faint light of the moon. For a moment, the sharpness in her expression eased, replaced by something softer, though no less intense. "You couldn’t wait until morning?"

You glanced away, the reality of your impulsive decision sinking in. "It could not wait," you murmured, your fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your dress.

Agatha let out a sigh that sounded almost amused, shaking her head lightly. "Always with the questions," she muttered, though her smirk softened the words. "You do know, doll, that demanding answers at every turn can be quite… exhausting?"

You frowned, her teasing tone pricking at your pride. "I am not demanding anything," you said, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed your embarrassment. "I only want to understand."

Agatha’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Of course you do," she said lightly, her sharp gaze flicking to the well in the distance. "But understanding doesn’t always come when called. Sometimes, it likes to play coy."

"You’re lucky it was me and not something else that found you," she added, crossing her arms as her smirk turned sharper. "Honestly, doll, you must have a death wish."

Before you could muster a response, the faint rustling of footsteps reached your ears. You froze, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, and here she comes," Agatha murmured, glancing over your shoulder with a knowing smile. Her voice dropped just enough for you to catch the faintest edge of a joke. "Speaking of death."

Your confusion deepened as Rio emerged from the shadows, her green robe fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her dark eyes gleamed with amusement, catching the moonlight as she took in the scene.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Rio teased, her voice light and melodic. "Did you get lost, pretty lady?"

Agatha let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and teasing. "Careful, Rio. You might scare her with that entrance of yours."

Rio’s brow lifted, her lips curving into a sly grin as she tilted her head toward Agatha. "Scare her? Why, I’m the most charming thing she’s likely to meet in these woods."

"Charming is one word for it," Agatha replied, her smirk deepening as her eyes glinted knowingly. She turned back to you, raising a brow. "Now, do you have more questions for us, or will you let us guide you before you get into more trouble?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but Rio stepped closer, her gaze shifting to you as her smile softened. "You’ve been wandering far too long, my lady," she said, her voice dipping into something gentler. "Let us guide you the rest of the way."

"Have you been watching me in the dark?" you asked, your voice sharp as you turned your gaze to Rio. Her teasing words about finding you felt too pointed, too deliberate.

Rio’s lips curved into a sly grin, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perhaps," she said, her tone light and infuriatingly nonchalant. "You are rather hard to miss, my lady, wandering about like a little lost lamb."

Before you could retort, Agatha let out an exasperated sigh, her hand resting on her hip as she cast a glance toward Rio. "Don’t flatter her, Rio. I don’t have time to babysit."

The words hit you like a slap, indignation surging through your chest. "Babysit?" you repeated, your voice rising in anger. "I am not a child, Agatha!"

Agatha turned to you, one elegant brow arching as a sharp smile spread across her face. "Then don’t act like one," she shot back, her voice calm but cutting. "You’re the one wandering out here in the middle of the night, in the dark, without any plan or thought for your safety."

Your cheeks burned, but you refused to back down. You lifted your chin slightly, meeting Agatha’s sharp gaze. "I’m here because I want the truth," you said, your voice firm despite the unease curling in your stomach.

Agatha’s lips curved into a faint smirk, her sharp gaze softening into something more thoughtful. "The truth?" she echoed, her tone tinged with amusement. "Always so bold, doll."

She glanced toward Rio, who was watching with an expression somewhere between amusement and curiosity, before returning her attention to you. "Fine. But not here," Agatha added, her voice gentler now as she gestured toward the path ahead. "Follow us."

Without waiting for your response, Agatha turned on her heel and began walking toward the path leading to their house. Rio followed with a low chuckle, glancing over her shoulder to beckon you forward. Swallowing your frustration, you trailed after them, the indignation still simmering in your chest.

As you passed through the gate, the world shifted around you. The air grew warmer, the oppressive chill of the forest replaced by a strange, comforting stillness. Above, the sky was a dazzling expanse of stars, their light reflected in the shimmering surface of a lake that seemed to stretch endlessly to your left. You could not help but pause, your breath catching at the surreal beauty.

"Still amazed?" Rio asked, her tone playful as she noticed your wide eyes.

Agatha made a soft sound of amusement, waving her hand dismissively. "It’s just a house," she said, though the slight tilt of her lips betrayed her enjoyment of your awe.

They led you inside, where the warmth of the surreal environment wrapped around you like a blanket. Agatha motioned for you to sit, and as you sank into the plush chair, she stepped forward. With a graceful flourish of her wrist, a purple haze swirled around her hand, her striking blue eyes shifting to a vibrant, glowing purple. The air shimmered faintly as a cup of tea appeared in her outstretched hand.

"Drink," she said simply, holding it out to you. Her tone left no room for argument, though her expression softened. "It’ll calm your nerves."

You hesitated, your eyes flicking between the cup and her glowing hand. "How…?"

Agatha’s lips twitched into a smirk as she withdrew her hand, the purple haze dissipating. "Magic, doll. What else?"

As you sipped the tea, its warmth spreading through your chest, you felt your nerves settle just enough to find your voice again.

"The shaman," you began hesitantly, watching their reactions closely. "She… died recently. The way it happened—it doesn’t seem natural."

The words left your lips more sharply than you intended, but you didn’t notice the slight shift in your speech. Normally careful and deliberate with your words, the strain of the moment—and their piercing gazes—left little room for propriety

Agatha’s expression didn’t falter, but her eyes darkened slightly, the faint glow fading into their usual blue. Leaning casually against the edge of a nearby table, Rio tilted her head as though considering your words.

"And you think we had something to do with it?" Agatha asked, her tone neutral but her gaze piercing.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I… don’t know," you admitted finally. "But it’s strange. And it happened right after—"

"After we appeared?" Rio finished for you, her grin sharp and wolfish. "A curious coincidence, isn’t it?"

Agatha sighed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she moved to sit across from you. Her movements were deliberate and measured, and her voice softened, almost too calm. "The world is full of strange and terrible things, doll," she said.

Rio’s grin widened, her gaze playful but unwavering. "If you’re asking, no, I didn’t kill your shaman."

Your stomach churned, their answers unsettling you further. "Then why did it happen?" you asked, your voice quiet but persistent. "Why would anyone… do that to the shaman?"

Agatha’s eyes narrowed just slightly, a flicker of something passing through them—was it annoyance? Or something darker? "The world is full of hunters," she said, her voice smooth and almost dismissive. "Some hunt for food, others for power."

The cryptic nature of her reply tightened your chest. "Power? What kind of—"

"Enough," Agatha cut in, her tone sharp but not unkind. She tilted her head, her piercing gaze locking with yours. "Do not dwell on the whys of something you cannot change."

Rio’s laugh broke the tension, light and melodic, as she shifted her stance, leaning more comfortably against the table. "Listen to Agatha, pretty lady," she said, her voice teasing yet firm. "The world is too messy to tie into a neat little bow. Let this one go."

Your frown deepened. Their evasive words only unsettled you further. A gnawing unease crept into your chest, but before you could press them, a heaviness began to pull at your senses. The tea’s warmth seemed to thrum in your veins, the edges of your thoughts blurring.

"Sleep, doll," Agatha murmured, her voice taking on a strange mix of tenderness and command. Her words seemed to echo in your mind, wrapping around your thoughts like a lullaby.

You wanted to protest, to demand more answers, but the exhaustion of the night and the weight of their presence were too much. Your body betrayed you, and your eyes fluttered shut, the world fading into a haze of warmth and violet-tinged darkness.

When you awoke, the faint light of dawn filtered through your familiar window. The soft rustle of the morning breeze was a stark contrast to the surreal calm of the night before. For a moment, you lay still, your mind struggling to reconcile the warmth of your bed with the vivid memories of Agatha and Rio’s house.

You sat up sharply, your heart pounding as your eyes darted around the room. Everything was as it should be—your belongings, bed, the morning light streaming in—but something was different. The air still carried the faintest trace of their presence, like a whisper you could not quite hear.

Your fingers brushed against the sheets, and you frowned, a small question burning in the back of your mind: Had it all been real? Or had it been a dream?

[moshpitgamma]

HIII!!! It's me. The infamous asker ONCE AGAIN!

OKAY. SO THIS ONE IS RLLY WEIRD TO ASK. AND PROBABLY ALSO TOO LONG mfmfngm

Is it alright if I asked for seperate NSFW hcs for Creek and Branch with a submissive fem!reader who is:

generally shy but absolutely LOVES complimenting them in general (just bc she feels like they deserve it despite Creek's ego probably being THE FUCKING WORST)

touch-starved, a bit insecure in general

tends to get easily flustered (who may have a thing for being praised in bed and all that jazz )

but I'd also like to hear what they would say to the reader specifically AJFJKDMGM THANK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY😋😋🤭

Since we all are waiting on the Mega Poll🙄😂 I have decided to feed my Babies till the big story gets decided and hope you have a nice day to Hun🤭🫶🏾

||Separate Nsfw Headcannons||

Creek and Branch x Submissive Fem!Reader

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•Creek•

🧘‍♂️He just loves it when his baby just boosts his big ass ego and I would like to think he has a massive kink for praise himself.

Will be into degrading and will do it just to see your pretty eyes tear up from pure humiliation.

Will call you cute nicknames in public and WILL call you out from your embarrassment. Don’t worry tho he’s making up for it in bed with his skilled and flexible hands.

If he sees you looking at yourself wrong in the mirror or saying bad things about your image, he is fucking you lopsided while whispering affirmations in your ear. (Will ask you to repeat them while he’s ball deep in your wetness)

You guys have a compliment contest that usually ends up with you guys getting handsy. “Your yoga moves were so graceful bub ” “Well I can show you something even better my sunshine” Creek says as he walks towards you teasingly

Creek likes to sometimes take advantage of his flexibility and loves to put you into those positions that looks hard as hell (but babes he makes you scream from how deep he is😩)

He knows how flustered you get so he gives you playfully spanks throughout the day.

The first time he praised you in bed he could’ve sworn he say stars in your eyes. But you confirmed it turned you on when he called you a good girl and your tail starting wagging vigorously.

You’re not the only one touch starved hun. He’s grabbing, licking, touching, and kneading everywhere he can on your skin

Loves to leave hickeys and love bites all on you just so he can cuddle you and trace those sensitive areas

•Branch•

When you compliment him he doesn’t know how to act at allll. He’s blushing and sputtering out thank you’s and is whispering some compliments back to you

Since this man has been isolated for some years, seeing you react to his praising is like him finding hella materials for his bunker. This man is playing with your switches and over stimming you with his words (fingers🤭)

Will get real flirty with you and sensual just to see you blush and get caught off guard.

He probably has a praising kink like Creek and just wants to stuff your cunt while you’re thanking him for treating you so well👀

If he finds out you’re being insecure and talking bad about yourself, he is picking you up with no effort and fucking you in front of a mirror till you plead him to stop and take everything you said bad about yourself back

You guys usually go back and forth with compliments and love comments. He’ll use his dirty mind and say a sex joke in the midst of it. “You have such a nice structure and a nice nose” “Well love, how about you come ride it” (I have a thing for big noses ok😢)

Since Creek has flexibility, Branch has strength. Likes to pick you up and fuck you against walls, shelves, and counters for where your legs are dangling and barely touching the floor.

Likes to give teasing touches all over your body to get you flustered

When he first figured out you were into praising it was when he complimented your friendship bracelet making skills and he saw your cheeks turn red and your tail was wagging. (He also picked up on how your thighs rubbed together)

He’s not too big on leaving love marks or bites on your body but loves to fill you up with his seed and loves to make you stare at yourself in the mirror and show him how beautiful you are being filled with his essence…

HOPE YOU BABIES LIKE IT🤭🫶🏾🤍I know it’s not a lot but it’s something🤷🏿‍♀️

[jahayla-parker]

ooooh, what about tom holland x reader where she's a huge fangirl for harry styles? maybe a smau?

British Civil War : Tom Holland x Reader (ft. Harry Styles)

Description: Smau, Y/n is a major fan of British singer Harry Styles, and it shows on her Instagram. However, her British actor boyfriend Tom Holland is ready to defend his position. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, playfulness, light teasing, shirtless Harry Styles and Tom Holland

liked by tomholland2013, hazosterfield, zendaya, and 6, 362, 916 others

yourusername: My tombstone shall read that I died tonight, from breathing the same air as @/harrystyles #loveontour #screaming

P.S. Dear Harry Styles, I adore you. 💕

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hazosterfield: At least u died doing what you love 😜

yourusername: ooop 💀

tomholland2013: 🤨

nikkihollandphotography: looks like you had wonderful seats dear!

yourusername: @/yourbffusername and I definitely won’t be able to see him again from any other distance and be satisfied after tonight 🙌

tomholland2013: What’s this “again” about? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: not Tom fighting for his life here lmao

bananahanna24: please post your fit! Gotta see how you dressed up for tonight’s show!

yourusername: Don’t worry, my story is going to be spammed with more photos from tonight soon! 🤩

tomholland2013: glad u had a great night love xxx

yourusername: ty babe, I adore you almost as much as I adore Harry Styles 😘

tomholland2013: almost?!

liked by holland_maggie, yoursername, kristaholland4evr, and 1, 536, 975 others

british_boyfriends: I just read an article that said that @/yourusername’s celebrity crush is/was @/harrystyles and it got me thinking… they look pretty similar, no? #british #tomholland #harrystyles

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yourusername: 😌 he is so pretty

british_boyfriends: screaming! You responded!!!

british_boyfriends: wait which boy? 👀

tomholland2013: not sure how I feel about this…

yourusername: ily 🥰

harryholland64: lmao this is great

yourusername: right? 😆

tomholland2013: 🙄

hollandfanatic17: omg the comments!!!!

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harrystyles: Thank you for another incredible night! I’ve truly got the best fans!

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styles1D: killed it again! 💚💛💜♥️💙

yourusername: omg he posted a photo of me 😍

harrystyles: @/yourusername lmao, ty for coming lovely, hope you had a good time

bananasforharry: omg dckkoufddjk he responded to @/yourusername

hazosterfield: I now understand why @/tomholland2013 is rolling his eyes while @/yourusername is grinning like a fool 🤣

hollandfan213: I’m dying, the way the Holland fandom has taken over this comment section is insane 😅

gina_2013_h: i keep waiting for @/tomholland2013 to comment about it lmao

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tomholland2013: Are puppies enough to bring you back to me? @/yourusername 🥺

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hazosterfield: mate stoppp bahaha

nikkihollandphotography: Isn’t she home with you right now?

yourusername: yes 🙄 lol he’s just being dramatic

tomholland2013: @/yourusername am not

yourusername: I’m literally sitting next to you Holland 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: you know that’s not what I mean 💔

yourusername: oh shush, you know I love you 💕

tomholland2013: as much as Harry Styles?

tomholland2013: love? Why are you sneaking out of the room? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: ahhh I loved this interview!!!

harryholland64: bruv, he doesn’t even know who she is chill

yourusername: He posted a photo of him and I on his insta thank you very much 👏 😝

tomholland2013: irrelevant

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yourusername: It’s only been a couple of days, and I miss you 🎶

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tomholland2013: I just wanna make you happier, baby

yourusername: quoting Harry Styles? 😍 ilysm

tomholland2013: @/yourusername anything for you darling, xxx

hazosterfield: ya caved mate 🤣

yln_holland_8: She went to another one of his shows?! Poor Tom is legit having to share her time with Harry now lmao

harryholland64: omg he so saw you girl 😱

yourusername: ikr?! And he clearly wanted a hug 🥹

harryholland64: I…. I can’t tell if you’re joining in on the sarcasm or not and that kinda scares me lol

hollandfanatic17: Can’t wait for @/tomholland2013 to petition for Spider-Man to fight Eros in the next Marvel movie now haha

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handsome.styles: Harry Styles x Spider-Man 🕸️ for the rest of LoT, I will be posting various fun Harry themed videos on my YouTube channel Handsome Styles. Today's video is Harry Styles showing off his on stage Catching Skills

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harryholland64: @/yourusername

yourusername: 👀😍

tomholland2013: Really @/harryholland64?! 😠

holland4life: Girl do you even know what you just did with that AI photo? 🤣

handsome.styles: I didn’t tbh and was v confused when it blew up so much haha. But I’ve been caught up to speed now, ooops 😇

hollandfanatic17: which Spider-Man do we all think that @/yourusername would choose in a universe where they both exist?

styleswifey_: not you kicking up drama in the Holland fandom haha

hazosterfield: lmao y’all won’t let him catch a break huh?

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tomholland2013: training as I’ve found myself in the fight of my life

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hazosterfield: this ought to help you catch up mate 💪

yourusername: holy sh- 🥵 T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername See something you like, darling? 😏

yourusername:@/tomholland2013 I… I’ve got no words

tuwaine: I think this means you won bruv @/tomholland2013, Harry’s never left her speechless 🏆

yourusername: is that what this post’s about? 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: If this is what comes of me fangirling for Harry Styles, I’m never going to stop cause 🥵🤤

tuwaine: eww I’m leaving this convo now 🫣

tomholland2013: I think this backfired….

holland_t_wife: hot damn 😱

zendaya: not you trying to compete with Harry Styles’s shirtless performances 🤣

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yourusername: Love on Tour with my love ❤️ @/tomholland2013

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tomholland2013: ❤️

hazosterfield: Trying to indoctrinate him I see 😂

yourusername: He just needs to see the amazingness for himself 🤷‍♀️

zendaya: Is this like the 5th show you’ve attended for this tour? I love the dedication girl haha

yourusername: it might be 😇

tomholland2013: At least the 5th..

tuwaine: can’t believe you got him to go with you

hazosterfield: nah, he’d go anywhere with her

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🥰

harryholland64: Haz is right, i can’t believe it took this long for him to go with her to make sure she stays his

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 watch the implications mate, I trust her

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💜

tuwaine: yeah @/harryholland64, it’s @/harrystyles he doesn’t trust 🤣

nikkihollandphotography: Hope you two had fun! ❤️

tomholland2013: I confess, I get it now 👏

yourusername: yay! @/tomholland2013 🥳😍

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styles_holland: apologies for the grainy photo, I wasn’t expecting to see @/yourusername and @/tomholland2013 tonight at LoT 🤩

(also I somehow missed capturing the photo of them kissing while Harry was performing 😭)

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hollandfanatic17: It might be ‘Harry’s House’, but @/yourusername seems fixated on a different British man 😌

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️🥰

th_marvelicious: ahhhh the way they’re right next to the stage but she’s only looking at Tom 😭

tstanleyh13: Get you someone who chooses you over Harry Styles like y/n did with Tom 👏👏👏

yourusername: forever my choice, everyday, always ☺️

thomaspidey: does this mean she’s done obsessing over @/harrystyles?

yourusername: No 😎

tomholland2013: lmao no, it just means I’ll be participating in the obsession

justafan13: Tom supporting y/n’s fangirling over Harry Styles was not on my bingo card but here we are 😂

hazosterfield: looks like it was Tom’s house tonight 💪

Taglist: @theslayerofthevampires @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifeysblog15 @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny

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[kel-lance]

The New Kid? 🙄😒 (Yandere!?Yuta x Reader)

Warnings: Wrote this months ago and don’t want to reread or fix it up but I feel there should be some warnings though I wouldn’t really know what they’d be other than lying?

- you want to hurt him, ever since you met him, ever since rika hurt your friends to defend this pos who just happens to be gojo sensei’s family. You realize you’re obsessed with him after the 2nd month of not being able to drop it.

- with panda and toge teasing you in front of yuta bc we all know on your crush on maki but she think’s you’re all joking and to stop making fun of her.

- When the truth drops you try to leave immediately to not get everyone else involved with rika but she grabbed your hair and pulled you up, she’s thinking of what she’ll do to you

- Yuta tells her to stop which surprises you all

- He takes off his ring and tells them to watch Rika while you two talk

- You try to leave again but this time he actually has a grip on you

- You’re scared, does that mean all this time he was holding back and just teasing you? you felt humiliated, you hated him so much you start crying into his chest

- He holds you nicely and you realize he does actually care, no one would hold someone like that and say those things but you tell him outright you don’t like him near maki and you hated the fact you keep toying with Rika because a girls love is precious and how could he have toyed with you this whole time?

- he said it was the only time you’d give him more attention so he was okay with it. he’s around maki bc he’s never around girls in general because of rika but bc maki’s also your bsf he wanted to know about you. He kept saying things that made the pieces fit together but you just couldn’t trust him still. You don’t want to go on with him as your classmate, you start to think of how you’ll be moving which freaks yuta out. where which who? why?

- You shove him off of you, for ruining what you tried so hard to make for yourself, and he just comes in. Maki felt the same but they bonded, met while i was on a lengthy mission. I was so pissed Gojo didn’t tell me until after, that ass.

- You try to move for the door but he takes a step out blocking your path. You look at the window and he grabbed your hand again, telling you to stop yelling at you to stop until you finally did, and you broke down again just yelling i hate you at him until you just start to wail into him.

- You cry and cry and cry until youre so tired you apologize. You don’t know what time it is but he’s still holding you. “Why do you want to speak to me about that so bad isn’t this enough u sick fuck?”

- He holds you tither and smiles his usually bright smile and says “Because you see me for who I really am. Rika, Maki, Toge, Panda, even Sensei all see me as weak, nice, a regular person. But you were on guard the moment you saw me, not like the rest of them because of Rika’s CE, but because of my own mind. You know exactly what i’m doing, what i;m thinking. Its like we’re one.”

- What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck you wish for once you weren’t right. He’s a guy, he’s a guy and he’s the same as all of them you had to go. Your crush for him was confused, your excitement, arousal, mixed with how scared you were paralyzed you as you could only stare into his eyes that darkened. He kisses you.

- “Do You want to keep up this act? Being mean to me in public. Then I’ll be as equally mean back when we’re alone?” He locked eyes with you, both showing each other faces you’ve never seen before. Your strong, rude personality was shaken by his secretly abusive side. One hand on the small of your back, pulling you in closer to him as he didn’t wait for an answer, he kept leading the kiss, drawing out each one, creating an itch.

- There was something itching on the inside, this kiss made you feel everything but still empty, you were a mess by the end and could barely think straight as you let his hands lightly grip and explore your body. This was so confusing you were wishing it were over so you could talk to him, the him you’ve all seen, not the one you made up in your head, that turned out to be real.

[lostsyren]

Aw, now I need to actually see Rafe taking Sofia out on the water, like standing in the water, maybe letting her float while he holds her up like an unwavering rock, super supportive. I just know that when Rafe loves you, he got your back and would do anything for you

chlorine ོ༘☀︎⋆.˚ ｡𖦹°‧🫧˚.༄

{summary: rafe invites sofia to his house for a day at the pool…but sofia is scared of water.}

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°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Business had been slow and Rafe was bored. He sat on the deck outside, looking at the pool, the water gleaming azure, the streams of sunlight rippling across it like slippery eels. He sipped on some beer, Tannyhill quiet and imposing on his shoulder. Barry was busy– something about a broken engine that he needed to fix. And Rafe didn’t feel like calling any of the country club crowd, the idea of their sycophantic presence making him recoil. His thoughts wandered to the country club bartender instead…°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The water looked so good, the air was hot and sweet and Rafe was…well, alone. He pulled out his phone clicking on Sofia’s contact.

R: You wanna come over?

He knew she wasn’t working today (he’d quickly memorised her hours at the club), so it was only couple minutes before she answered.

S: sure! what time?

R: Now is good

S: ok im gonna get ready

R: Let me pick you up?

S: it’s ok i want to drive

R: You sure?

S: 🙄yes rafe

He laughed softly to himself.

R: Bring a bathing suit

S: why…?

R: Just bring one ok

S: fine see you in a bit

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Sofia reached Tannyhill, bikini on under her shorts and T-shirt, just like Rafe instructed. She hoped he planned to sunbathe, or something like that. Not put to use that massive pool of his.

Sofia parked her car outside, beginning to walk up the sandy path to the house, carrying her tote bag filled with sunscreen, a book she was currently reading, and a towel.

Her excursions with Rafe felt more and more like a friendship, rather than a hookup. Sex felt like an afterthought, Sofia looking forward to the random little activities they’d do together much more. Sometimes she thought Rafe was just a bit lonely, but then she actually considered the concept of the kook king in his big white mansion being friendless and laughed at how stupid it sounded. But then the questions was: why was he still with her? She could never come up with an answer that made sense. But regardless of his elusive motive, Sofia had fun with Rafe. He was funny, sweet and, when he wanted to be, utterly charming.

She tried to ignore the times where he’d go into one of his strange moods. When he became distant. Waspish. Cold. He also became mean. Very mean. He’d always apologise after, but sometimes the things he’d say hurt her. But she didn’t dwell on that, she instead focused on the kind part of him.

Sofia wandered inside Tannyhill, with the door unlocked. She heard the curtains billow as the wind breezed its way into the house from the back garden. Sofia had been her a handful of times now so she knew where she was going, heading past the kitchen and maundering about the veranda, looking for Rafe. She quickly spotted him by the pool.

“Hey,” she greeted, when she got near, taking a seat on the sun lounge beside him. He was in his trunks and a polo shirt, Armani sunglasses on his nose. Rafe hurriedly sat him, swinging his legs on to the ground to sit facing her.

“Hey,” he said with a smirk, swiping his glasses off. He was in one of his better moods right now, she noticed.

“So…what do you wanna do today?” Sofia asked, itching to make use of the good weather on her day off from work and try and work on that tan.

“Chill by the pool?”

“Cool, I can do that.” She said with a lazy smile.

“You sure? Don’t want it to be too much hard work for you.” He teased, nudging her knee with his own, his long legs easily reaching hers in the space between them.

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” She winked.

He hummed contentedly, his eyes flickering up and down, taking her in. Every time she noticed him do that her heart surged a little, injected with a heady rush of glee. Sofia slipped off her shirt, revealing her bikini top, a floral patterned fabric strings tied around her nape. Rafe continued to stare, as she also shucked off her shorts, gathering her short hair up in a messy bun before lounging across the chair, soaking up the delicious sun that beamed down on them. Sofia was soon thumbing her book trying to find the chapter she’d left off on.

Rafe stood up suddenly, walking away from her.

“Hey where are you going?” She asked, eyebrows raised. She thought he’d stay with her.

Rafe smirked down at her with a teasing expression, “calm down, I’m going in the pool alright? Do I need to ask permission or something?”

Sofia rolled her eyes, “do you always have to be that infuriating?”

“Naturally,” he flashed her a grin before yanking off his shirt and diving into the deep end of the water.

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Rafe did a couple of laps, before floating on his back, watching the cumulus clouds bob across the sky like a flock of sheep. The water was cool against his hot skin, the sun on the apple of his cheeks warm and comforting. He gazed over at Sofia, still sprawled neatly across the sun lounge, her eyes glued to that book of hers.

Rafe swam over to the edge, hauling his arms on to the stone floor, turning the grey slabs black with water.

“Sof?” He called out.

“Yeah?” She said without looking up from the page.

“Why don’t you come join me?”

He saw her eyes freeze, stuck on the word she was reading. Rafe suddenly wished he didn’t say anything, hating the thought of making her uncomfortable.

Sofia slowly met his eyes, “you know how I feel about water, Rafe.” Her tone wasn’t mean…more sad if anything– it made him feel guilty.

“You don’t have to come in. Just sit here on the edge.”

“I’m good where I am.” Her tone was slighter harsher this time round. Rafe stopped pestering. He instead dove back in, submerging himself in the bright blue depths, swimming under for a while, watching the sunlight undulate across and through the pool surface, like golden snakes of light. He wondered why she didn’t like water– what had happened? How much did the pair not know about each other, how many secrets they each kept? The questions forced him to confront what he had with Sofia– a strange in-between-thing of friendship– companionship– sex. His eyes began to sting from the chlorine, Rafe kicking himself up to get some air.

To his surprise, he found Sofia sitting on the ground, her legs crossed infront of the pool’s edge, waiting for him to come up again. The palms of her hands were resting on her knees as she eyed the cerulean waters warily.

“Hi,” she smiled down at him, with a dimpled grin. Rafe mirrored it, the response easy. She always made things easy.

“Hi,” he replied, swimming up to her. He treaded water as she watched, the two silent for a while. The breeze whispered between them gently, murmuring a pretty song of rustling leaves and faint wind chimes that Rose had hung up in the garden.

Rafe reached a slow hand to her own, placing his palm on top, dripping little beads of water on her bronze skin that looked like zirconia beads.

“You wanna swim?”

“I can’t.” She said, head hung low.

“Sure you can, just get in the pool.” He nudged her hand forward.

Sofia sighed stiffly, “I mean I can’t swim Rafe,” she muttered.

Oh. He supposed it should’ve been obvious, remembering how nervous she was on his yacht. Rafe studied her face, noticing it was tinged with red, as if she was embarrassed. He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, smoothening her soft skin.

“That’s ok…I’m here.” He said with a little smile.

She rolled her eyes, “you’re a trained lifeguard?”

He laughed, “I did lifeguard trading for a couple weeks actually.”

“So you’re qualified?”

“Not exactly,” he said, remembering how he got tired of the summer job his dad had forced him to get when he was 16, quitting after less than a month.

Sofia was about to get up, but Rafe pressed his hand down on her leg.

“Come on. Trust me ok?” His voice was low, trying to emulate calmness.

Sofia squinted her eyes, but he felt her tensed body loosen, melting into his touch.

Rafe took that as a sign of her consent, hooking his hand under her thigh, slowly pulling in towards him with a firm but gentle grip, using his other hand to hold her lower leg. He slowly brought her foot to the water, all the while making eye contact with her.

“Is this ok?” He asked. Sofia nodded.

He let her leg sink into the pool, feeling the goosebumps raise on her skin. He did the same to her other leg.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” Rafe smiled, running his hands up and down her legs in the water.

Sofia nodded slowly, “yeah,” she breathed.

“You wanna get in?”

“Rafe.” She said warningly.

“Come on, hold on to me.”

Rafe didn’t know why he was doing this…he supposed it was because he wanted to help her, like she’d helped him. He still recalled her advice that day on the balcony.

Do the thing you’ll regret the least.

He really needed that then.

And this was how he could be there for her now.

“I’m being serious, don’t do anything stupid ok?” She said, her eyes wide and mouth frowning.

“I won’t. I promise.” He gave her legs a tight squeeze.

Sofia licked her lips, before nodding cautiously, sliding her body closer to the edge. Rafe trailed his hands up her legs across the side of her thighs, planting his strong grip on her hips.

“Ready?” He probed, with what he hoped was a comforting expression on his face.

“Ok.” She said, the word coming out it a swift, nerve-riddled breath. Rafe pulled her into the water.

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It was cold. That was her first thought. Her feet touched the ground, the water reaching just below her shoulders. Her thoughts quickly began to unravel, the familiar knot in her throat tightening, panic beginning to fray her edges.

“Hey hey hey, you’re good, you’re good. Look at me,” Rafe’s voice hummed, tugging her slowly out of her dread state.

“Sofia you’re ok.”

“I’m ok. I’m ok,” she repeated, hooking her hands around his neck, anchoring on to him.

He laughed softly, “exactly, you’re ok.” His hands were firmly gripping her hips, holding her in place in the water. After the initial trepidation, Sofia felt her wavering heartbeat flatten, her breathing becoming slower.

Rafe placed his forehead on hers forcing her to keep up the eye contact. “Tranquilo, right. Tranquilo.”

Sofia laughed at his attempt at Spanish, “your accent is horrible.”

He laughed with her, slowly swaying with her in the water as if they were slow dancing with the waves lapping around them, the sensation like feathers on her skin.

Sofia gazed into his eyes, the same colour as the pool water. Droplets beaded in his eyelashes, making him even more pretty.

Sofia gushed with an inexplicable joy.

“You having fun?” He murmured quietly to her, their faces inches apart.

She hummed a soft yes, pulling him closer to her.

Rafe tilted his head going in for a kiss, his grip on her hips tightening subconsciously. Sofia let out a little gasp as he hooked his lips with hers, trailing her further into his embrace. He was soft and slow, as smooth as the water that encompassed them.

“Can we get out now?” She breathed against his lips.

“Of course.”

Rafe hoisted her up in the pool, his strength increasing tenfold with the waters buoyancy. Sofia yelped as she was sprung up suddenly, her arms wrapping all the way around his neck, his chin pressed against her breastbone as he looked up at her with a laugh.

“Rafe stop!” She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“Don’t worry, I’m helping you out.” He waded through the pool easily– Sofia didn’t even notice how far away from the edge they drifted. Rafe perched her gently on the tiles surrounding the swimming pool, as if she weighed nothing.

“You can let go now.” He teased with a cocky smirk. Sofia scoffed jokingly, unwrapping her legs from his torso and unhooking her arms from his neck. She stood up in a hurry, shaking the water from her body. The experience was surprisingly…ok.

Rafe followed behind her, both of them drying off with their towels.

“That was nice of you Rafe…thank you.” She said, earnestly. She could tell he didn’t like it when she did that– be vulnerable. But she still did it anyway. It was important to her that he knew that she appreciated him. She also liked how he didn’t ask why she was afraid of water– there seemed to be a mutual agreement between the two not to pry.

“Don’t worry about it, had to put my lifeguard skills to use didn’t I?” He joked.

Sofia rolled her eyes elbowing him softly in the ribs before swivelling around to return to her book.

“You did real good Sofia.” Rafe suddenly said, making her stop in her tracks. She looked past her shoulder giving him a little smile.

“Thanks to you.”

She reached a hand out to his, giving his fingers a tight squeeze.

The two spent the rest of the day there on the side of the pool, talking mindlessly, Sofia reading her book as Rafe floated about in the water. They finally went inside as the sun was about to set, their cheeks kissed by the sun, both their skin scented like chlorine.

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🐬a/n: thank you for this adorable ask!! do let me know what you think, and tell me what else you’d like to see from these two! also i’m working on a couple of requests currently! i promise i’m not ignoring you <3

[victoryverse]

Köíng being an bully and loves to tease you the richest girl in the college and also the brat queen of all,

He just loved seeing you get angry at him,but would never say that you.He know you have an liking about his hand by the way you look at it for more then 10 minutes.

Just because you can flirty with other guy (to köíng those guys are just boys 🙄😒) Doesn't mean he doesn't flirt back with some dirty comments,loving the way your brows narrow down and how your face turns red.

But one thing is for sure is that your attitude needs an lesson to learn.

PLS NEED SMUTT

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, sex on a bench, unprotected sex.

words: 2k

(p. s. the image made me go feral, ngl. now, imagine them naked, looking down at you like you're a fucking meal they can't wait to eat. I WOULD DIE)

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Köíng was the self-proclaimed king of the college, and he made sure everyone knew it. He was the popular jock, the one who had all the girls swooning over him. But there was one girl who seemed to be immune to his charms - the richest girl in the college and the self-proclaimed brat queen, (Y/N).

He loved teasing her, making her angry and seeing her fiery personality come to life. It was like a game to him, and he enjoyed every moment of it. The way her face would turn red, and her brows would narrow, scratched an itch in him. And the way she would roll her eyes at his teasing, it made him wish she was doing that around his cock.

Despite his constant teasing, he couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to her, especially the way she looked at his hands. She had a thing for Köíng's hands, and he knew it. Every time he caught her staring at them for more than 10 minutes, he couldn't help but feel a little flattered. They were huge, considering how much he worked out, and almost every girl stared at them. But, he didn't care about others, he only cared about the way she looked at them.

But he would never admit it. To him, she was just another spoiled rich girl who needed to be put in her place.

He loved pushing her buttons, especially when it came to other guys. (Y/N) was known for her flirty nature, and Köíng couldn't resist flirting back with some dirty comments, just to see her reaction.

Y/N sat at the center of a group of girls, her perfectly styled hair cascading over her shoulders and her designer clothes hugging her curves. She was the epitome of a spoiled brat, always getting what she wanted and never afraid to throw a tantrum if things didn't go her way.

But Konig was not intimidated by her reputation. In fact, he found it to be a challenge. As he sauntered over to her table, he couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how much fun it would be to tease her.

'Hey there, Y/N,' Konig said, flashing his signature charming smile.

Y/N rolled her eyes and gave him a look of disgust. 'Ugh, not you again. What do you want?'

Konig chuckled. 'Just wanted to say hello to the most beautiful girl in school.'

Y/N scoffed. 'Save your cheesy lines for someone who actually cares.'

Konig leaned against the table, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. 'Oh, I think you care. You wouldn't be talking to me if you didn't.'

Y/N raised an eyebrow. 'Please, I'm only talking to you because you're blocking my view of my friends. Move.'

Konig laughed, causing a few heads to turn in their direction. 'Feisty, I like that.'

Y/N's face turned red with anger. 'I am not 'feisty', I am a queen. And you will address me as such.'

Konig's smirk widened. 'Oh, my apologies, Your Highness. I didn't realize I was in the presence of royalty.'

Y/N huffed and turned to her friends, clearly annoyed with Konig's presence. But he wasn't finished with her yet.

'So, Y/N, what do you have planned for this weekend? A shopping spree? A spa day?'

Y/N rolled her eyes again. 'Do you honestly think I would waste my time with someone like you?'

Konig's smile never faltered. 'I don't know, I think we could have some fun together. You know what they say, opposites attract.'

Y/N's patience was wearing thin. 'Just because we're opposites, doesn't mean we attract. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than entertain your childish attempts at flirting.'

Konig's smile turned into a smirk once again. 'Oh, but Y/N, I do love a challenge. And you seem like the ultimate challenge.'

Y/N scoffed and stood up from her seat. 'I have no time for your games, Konig. Leave me alone.'

But Konig wasn't about to give up that easily. 'Come on, just one date. I promise it will be the most fun you've ever had.'

Y/N's eyes narrowed. 'I highly doubt that.'

Konig leaned in closer to her, his voice lowering to a seductive tone. 'Oh, I can assure you, Y/N. I know all the best places to take a girl like you.'

Y/N's cheeks flushed with anger and she pushed him away. 'I am not a 'girl like me'. I am my own person, and I don't need you or anyone else to show me a good time.'

Konig's smile faded and he straightened up, his tone becoming serious. 'You know what, Y/N? You're right. I was wrong to think that you would be worth my time. You're just a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else.'

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, not used to being spoken to in such a manner. 'Excuse me? How dare you talk to me like that!'

Konig shrugged. 'I'm just being honest. You may be popular and have everything handed to you, but that doesn't make you a better person. In fact, it just makes you shallow and materialistic.' 'You know what? Fuck you' she groaned, and he smirked.

'I'm counting on it'

He loved the way her brows would furrow and her face would turn red with anger. It was like a challenge to him, and he loved every moment of it.

But deep down, he knew that (Y/N) wasn't just a spoiled brat. She had a fire in her that he couldn't help but admire. And he also knew that her attitude needed a lesson to learn. He couldn't stand how she looked down on others, especially those who didn't have the same privileges as her.

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'What you doing, big guy?'

Simon was in the locker room, changing his vests before going for a shower. And there she was, standing in her cheerleader outfit in the boys' locker room.

'What are you doing here?'

'I heard you hit a guy pretty hard back there'

He exhaled, his face full of anger and frustration. It was an accident, and he was already facing the consequences.

'I heard you got a C on your last math test,' he called out, smirking as he watched her face shift, the smugness washing off.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, 'And I heard you got suspended for hitting that boy. What's your point, Konig?'

Simon's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered. 'My point is, maybe you should focus less on being popular and more on your studies. You don't want to end up working at McDonald's for the rest of your life, do you?'

Y/N's jaw clenched as she fought to keep her composure. 'I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of juggling my social life and my academics. Unlike you, I actually have a future that doesn't involve being a washed-up high school football star. A stupid footballer who doesn't even know how to use his hands'

Simon's eyes narrowed as his fists clenched at his sides. 'You know nothing about me, Y/N. And don't act like you're so perfect, with your designer clothes and expensive car. That just shows how shallow and materialistic you really are.'

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer to him. 'At least I have something to show for myself. What have you accomplished besides being a delinquent?'

With that, something snapped in him. Before she could process it, he was striding towards her. He grabbed (Y/N)'s wrists and pinned her against one of the benches, his face inches from hers.

'I've had enough of your teasing and your bratty behavior,' he growled, his breath hot against her skin. 'I think it's time I taught you a lesson.'

She was taken aback by his sudden aggression, but a thrill ran through her body. She couldn't help but feel aroused by his demeanor.

Before she could even respond, Konig had already pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her wet and ready core. He wasted no time, thrusting his huge cock into her with a force that made her gasp.

She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the bench as Konig began to pound into her. She was continuously creaming all over him, her arousal dripping down his pubes and cock. A ring of cream had formed on the base of his cock, and the sight of his cock getting wetter and wetter with each thrust into her needy cunt made him groan.

He couldn't resist the sight of her, her body writhing under his touch. He reached around and covered her mouth with his hand, his fingers slipping into her mouth to silence her moans.

But every time she muffled a moan, Konig could feel his cock twitch with pleasure. He couldn't help but let out a low groan, the sensation of her tight walls gripping him driving him wild. Her warm cunt was taking his cock so well, her walls clamping down on him with each thrust.

(Y/N) was in a state of pure ecstasy, her body quivering with pleasure as Konig brought her closer and closer to the edge. She was putty in his hands, completely at his mercy. Her legs gave out completely beneath her, his strong thighs keeping her up. She knew he was holding back too, because judging by his size, he could have easily broken the bench in a few thrusts.

Loud sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the locker, and he was thankful that the match was ongoing, otherwise the boys would've barged in. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, his cock pushing itself all the way into her pussy. His balls smacked against her ass repeatedly, and she knew her thighs would be bruised tomorrow.

'Fuck, I'm-I'm close' she whimpered, and he slowed down his thrusts. He pushed his cock all the way in, holding it in there for a few moments before pulling back. He was the biggest she had ever had, and it was making her go feral.

He resumed his pace again, her toes curling in her shoes as she bit on his fingers. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he watched himself disappear inside her.

'Come, then. Come around my cock. Show me you're a good girl'

As she reached their climax, Konig couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a loud groan as he emptied himself inside of her, his body shaking with pleasure.

They both collapsed onto the bench, panting and trying to catch their breath. (Y/N) couldn't believe what had just happened, but she couldn't deny the toe-curling pleasure she had experienced.

Konig smirked and leaned in close to her ear. 'You're lucky I have a thing for brats,' he whispered before planting a kiss on her lips.

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[ever-siince-new-york]

julien baker calling reader a good girl and being in charge🙏🏻

Julien Baker x f!reader

warnings/tags: fingering, oral (reader!recieving), pet names such as... princess, baby, honey, and good girl ofc 🙄 a lil bit of toxicity and lets say stylistic errors in grammar and perspective 🙏(aka grammarly stop being mad at me i'm not gonna buy premium)

author's note: girl you know i had to. 1.2k words, should take around 15 mins to read. thank y'all so much for the requests! i promise i've seen them all, however i have also gotten back into minecraft after they added the cherry wood so... I'm working on it okay? okay. hope u like it okay bye :0

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, not again. But, here you were, scrolling to unblock her contact. You thought there was something about this city: the air or something cliche like that. Something that had you calling Julien again and again. Surely, if it were up to you and your own free will, you wouldn’t be doing this.

The ringing from the other line drowns out any rational thought from this point on.

Ring. You shouldn’t be doing this. Ring. You’ll just get hurt again. Ring. “Hello?”

There was a point where you really believed you would never hear her voice again, never even want to. “Hey,” you said.

“So uh… wh-?” you cut her off.

“Come over,” the last of a six-word phone call.

-

You wanted to slam the door shut as quickly as you’d ripped it open. She was still wearing that stupid necklace. The one you had bought for her at a gas station in… Arizona maybe? Somewhere dry, hot. As you weren’t expecting this cruel reminder of the past, you were thrown off-guard. Clenching your jaw, you didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

The way she kissed you that night had you drunk on her from the moment she stepped into your apartment. All your attempts at memorizing her touch, her taste, her smell were in vain. Julien always had a way of making life feel straight out of a movie. It was all teeth and tongue, your mouth surrendering to hers as soon as she tongued at your bottom lip. No memory could ever do her justice.

Her hands danced over the expanse of your body, hands moving from your ribs to your hips, your neck to your breast. Fingertips shaping your body into submission like wet clay.

You broke the kiss, leading her to your bedroom. 

“That’s not very polite, Princess. Not even going to offer me a drink?” Her feigned offense only turned you on more, ever the tease. As if she could read your mind, a smirk tugged at her beautiful lips, “I know, baby. Always so needy for me,” she spoke in a low drawl. 

Any sense of control you had was now gone. You were her’s. Again. So you’d nodded with a soft pout.

“We can fix that, honey. But you need to use your words,” Julien said. This woman would be the death of you. “Please, Jay. I need it,” you whispered.

“Need what, baby?”

“Need you,” you pouted. That seemed to satisfy her as she held out her hand for you to grab with a smile. The two of you stumbled down the hallway, towards the open door to your bedroom. 

She pushed you up against the foot of your bed, reaching down to slip her hands under the hem of your t-shirt, abandoning the article to the floorboards. Her gentle kisses up and down your neck did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire between your hips. Hands danced around your waist while yours were planted into her hair. 

You tugged at her roots in the hope of her diverting her attention to where you had craved her since she flew into town. She pulled her head away to look up at you with expectant eyes.

“What do you say, Princess?”

“Please.” That made her smirk. “Good girl,” she had said. Pressing a kiss to your soft lips, she trailed her way down to the fly of your jeans. Kneeling, she popped open the button and unzipped the fly in mere seconds, clearly as eager as you. 

She slid her hand into your cotton panties, collecting your slick before beginning to circle your clit. Very quickly you migrated from standing to sitting as she continued her ministrations. As you arched your back into her touch, she slipped two of her fingers into your entrance. 

She pressed a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh before putting her mouth on your heat. She curled her fingers and started gently suckling on your clit. Her consistent motions had your mouth open and your tongue gently curled up as you laced your fingers back into her hair. The tug you had delivered to her hair every time she changed what she was doing had her moaning into your pussy, sending reverberations through your wet cunt.

Anyone outside your open window would be able to hear what was going on inside those four walls. The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of you coupled with the wet kisses she was littering among your core were downright sinful. 

Feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers, she knew you were close. You grunted in offense and frustration when she pulled her mouth away from you, but she quickly mended any hurt feelings with her words.

“I missed having you like this, baby. All needy just for me.” It seemed like her pace began quickening after every phrase, her hunger increasing parallel to yours. The ferocity of her thrusting fingers and her thumb now rubbing at your clit had you stumbling closer to your climax.

“You can do it, Princess. Go ‘head and cum for me, baby.”

You tugged harder and harder on her strands with every pulse of your orgasm, the increasing sting on her scalp had her moaning right along with you. The way you were squeezing and oozing on her fingers as you came down had Julien weak. She pulled her fingers out of you and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Immediately you obliged, your head too foggy to imagine disobeying. Maybe tasting yourself on her fingers was dirty, but it had happened so many times that it almost felt romantic. To the two of you, experiencing the sensual evidence of your euphoria was just as pure and intimate as a kiss. 

You laid alone atop your sheets for a moment until she returned to you. She had removed most of her own clothes, leaving herself in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. She brought the wipes she had grabbed from your bathroom up to your pussy, navigating your folds simply with her memory. A soft furrow settled itself between her brows, displaying her focused state as she cleaned you up.

Once she was satisfied, she crawled up next to you on the bed. Pulling your head to lay on her chest. You looked up at her with wide eyes as she stroked your hair.

“Honestly, I never thought this would happen again,” her hushed voice tugged at your heart. “I know,” you said. “I’m glad that it did,” her inflection made the words sound like a question, but you didn’t answer, preferring the quiet to any unsure, over-thought reply you could give. She sighed gently and gave a soft peck to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. Smiles rested on both of your faces, yours spreading to hers.

It was funny how little you cared in the moment you knew you would come to regret. If you could bottle the pure ecstasy Julien had coaxed out of you, surely you would have good reason not to.

For better or for worse, no one else could ever possibly make you feel the way she did, and for right then, that was enough.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Dress Code | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! this is a repost because some bitch ass reported my original posting of this fic 🙄

warnings: asshole exes, anxiety, some alcohol

You didn’t hear Bucky call out for you. He tried once, twice, to get your attention, but failed. Only when appeared behind you in the bathroom mirror did you notice his presence. You jumped, silently cursing the winter soldier training that made him so stealthy. And while you always loved to spend time with him, you hadn’t intended to show him your outfit. You didn’t even know why you tried it on. It sat at the back of your closet for almost a year and a half, ignored. 

But Bucky’s unannounced presence put you in a difficult position. It was too late- he’d seen the outfit never meant for his view. 

“Oh, wow…” his voice pulled you back to reality.  A long moment passed as he raked his gaze slowly over your form in the mirror. “You look incredible.” His mouth nearly watered at the sight of you in such an out of character ensemble. Black, tight, revealing. It gave away just enough without revealing everything, teasing Bucky with what remained concealed. 

You gave him a sheepish smile in the mirror, not ready to face him for real. “Oh, um, thanks, babe… you like it?”

He gave a nod so vehement that you feared he’d get whiplash. “We might not even make it to the party…” He shot you a devilish wink that made your chest tighten. “I’ll tell Nat you looked too delicious for me to share you- I’m sure she’ll understand.”

A shy laugh made its way out of your mouth as you picked at your cuticles. You’d done your nails just for tonight, but suddenly had the urge to peel the polish right off. “Um, I actually might change, though- I’m not sure. But I swear I’ll be ready soon.”

Bucky placed his hands on your hips and gently turned you toward him, placing a light kiss to your glossed lips. “No rush, doll. I just came in here to ask- what kind of wine does Nat drink? Sam wants to get her a bottle, but he wasn’t sure what she likes.” His fingers trailed up and down your sides as a mischievous smile pricked at the corners of his mouth. “I just got distracted by the absolute goddess standing in front of me…”

A rush of warmth flooded your cheeks. “She um, she likes reds. Cab is her favorite, but she’ll drink merlot.”

He granted you another chaste kiss. Bucky had experienced a lot of hardship in his life, endured more torment than anyone could imagine. But keeping his hunger for you under control proved to be the hardest thing he’d ever done. And when he pulled away from your lips, he only managed to drag his eyes away from you long enough to reply to Sam’s text. 

As Bucky typed, you faced the mirror once again. You had to admit- you did look amazing. But you still feared leaving the apartment in such an outfit. Maybe you’d keep it relegated to the bedroom, allowing Bucky- and only Bucky - to see it. 

“Are you sure…” you said, your voice timid. “Is it okay if I wear this?”

Bucky gave you a laugh and rested his hands on your hips. “Well, I’m not the best person to ask for fashion advice, cause I mostly wear black on black. On black,” he gestured to his monochromatic outfit. “But you look amazing. So, I say go for it, doll.”

Bucky’s praise warmed your cheeks once again, but you remained conflicted. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! You know how causal Nat is- the last place you’d find a dress code is at one of her parties.” He pressed his chest to your back and dropped a few kisses along your neck. “In fact, she might even try to steal you away from me.”

You gave Bucky a roll of your eyes and contemplated your options. Sure, you could slip into a pair of jeans and a cute top like always, but something in you wanted to pull out a new look. Something fun. And this dress was the perfect choice. Bucky clearly though you looked like a knockout, and you loved the way the fabric hugged your body. No event was more perfect for this dress than one of Nat’s parties- it was meant to be. 

“Well, in that case, I’m ready to go.” You took Bucky by the hand and led him out of the bathroom, more confident than ever. But the seed of doubt you’d planted earlier began blossoming into full on worry. And before you even made it out the bedroom door, you found yourself doubling back. 

“Oh, actually- I’m gonna grab a jacket real quick.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “are you sure? It’s pretty warm tonight, sweets, and this is an outdoor shindig.”

You gave an overly casual shrug, “yeah. Just in case- never know when you’ll need it.”

The night went off without a hitch. You spent hours sipping on elderflower & pear seltzers and laughing with your closest friends. Compliment after compliment flew your way- everyone loved your look. Red wine flowed and music pounded. And like a group of schoolchildren, the party quickly separated into a group of guys and a group of women. You spent your evening with Nat, Maria, Wanda, and the rest of the girls while Sam, Clint, Scott and a few other guys stood near the bar. 

But Bucky blurred the line. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, couldn’t resist you in the slightest. Every twenty minutes or so, he felt compelled to pay you a visit. He was drawn to you with no hope of resisting- not that he ever wanted to.

Observing you from afar just wasn’t good enough. He needed to be up close and personal; close enough to smell your perfume, to taste the wine on your lips. He never wanted to impede on your time with Nat and the other girls, but you were just too mesmerizing. It almost seemed as though he were a sailor, and you, his siren. And if you led him to his death with your tantalizing, magnetic song, he wouldn’t mind.

And though you appeared to have a great time, Bucky clocked a slight tension. A stiffness in your shoulders. A rigidity in your jaw. It wasn’t constant. But it was there. And Bucky wondered what had you so uncomfortable. He kept an eye out for outsiders and made sure your drinks were safe- nothing felt out of the ordinary. 

And as he escorted you to his car after the night’s festivities came to an end, you didn’t bring it up. You didn’t mention a creepy stranger or an off-color comment from Sharon. Only positives spilled from your wine-stained lips. 

When you finally arrived home, Bucky opened the door to the apartment and guided you inside. The alcohol was on top of you, and he didn’t fully trust your teetering steps. The last thing he wanted was for you to twist your ankle.

“I’m ready to not be walking on knives…” you said- or, slurred. You rocked side to side, the effects of the alcohol pushing you off balance as you tried to escape your heels.

“Here, let me, baby …” Bucky steadied your body against a wall before kneeling in front of you.

He carefully unbuckled one heel at a time, and slipped your foot out of the tight shoe. “This is like a reverse-Cinderella situation, isn’t it?” He laughed, staring up at your slack-jawed smile, “only I wouldn’t have to try your shoe on every woman in town.” He stood and swiped a bit of smeared lipstick from your skin- before smearing a bit more with his own lips. “I mean, who could forget a face like this?” 

A contented sigh left your chest as you melted against him, “I’m really glad we went tonight. I like celebrating Nat.”

Bucky trailed kisses around your hairline and across your cheek.  “Yeah? Good. I was afraid…” he almost stopped himself. You were drunk. Sleepy. Maybe this wasn’t the right time. But if he waited till tomorrow, he knew there was a chance you’d come up with an excuse by then. “I thought maybe you weren’t having a good time.”

You cocked your head to the side, your glassy eyes narrowing just a touch. “Huh? Why?”

Bucky shrugged. “Well, you seemed a little tense, doll. All night. I kind of thought maybe you were upset or something. It seemed like…” He let out a sigh. Maybe he was projecting. He always assumed he’d done something wrong. Or that he hadn’t done something you wanted him to. But he needed to know. All he ever wanted was to be better- the best- for you.  He wanted constructive criticism and performance reviews. He needed to be as perfect for you as you were for him. And so, he pressed on, “Every time I walked over, you kinda stiffened up.” 

A frown pulled your features downward. Your hands shot up to Bucky’s cheeks and pulled his face toward yours. “Oh, Buck, oh no- I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he laughed. “I just wanted to double check.”

“I only thought you might do something- or, actually…” You paused for a moment, formulating your drunk, murky thoughts. “It really has nothing to do with you.”

Bucky wasn’t following. He was certain that this was a mistake, that he should’ve waited till morning to bring it up. But it was too late now.

 “I just kinda got used to it and so I expected it to happen. But you didn’t do it!” You gave his cheeks a gentle squish. “So it’s all good.” With that, your lips swept against his in a soft kiss, smearing his skin with your lipstick.

Bucky almost didn’t want to ask. But he needed to know. “I didn’t do what, baby?”

“You know,” you shrugged, “call me slut.”

Bucky’s ears started ringing. There was no way her heard you right- was there? Maybe he was drunk- no, he couldn’t get drunk. Maybe he imagined it? “Wait, what? Why would I call you a…” he didn’t want to say it. “Why would I do that?”

“Because of my outfit!” You said it so casually, so matter of fact. Almost as though it were normal. “It’s pretty tight. And revealing. And my titties are almost, like, all the way out.” You gave your chest a shake. “So I thought you’d get mad at me. But you didn’t!” You pressed another long kiss to his lips, “thanks for not yelling.” A soft, tired smile punctuated your sentence. But Bucky knew this was a red flag.

He knew instantly this was a holdover from your ex. The one who belittled you, criticized you, acted as though you belonged to him. He made you feel like you were his property, like he was in control of your entire life. What you wore, what you ate, what you watched- he decided. 

He was insecure. He knew how beautiful you were, how out of his league. And so, he opted to tear you down. To blame you for his own self-doubt.  To chastise and berate you for showing what he deemed ‘too much’ skin or wearing ‘too much’ make up. He always asked who you were dressing up for, who you were trying to impress. If not him, who else was there? What other reason did you have to get dolled up? 

He even went through your closet once while you were away, ridding your wardrobe of anything he deemed ‘inappropriate’. He threw it all out and called you a slut, a whore- simply for owning such clothing. 

He required you get his permission to wear anything short or low cut. He assumed you wanted to sleep with- or already slept with- any man you talked to. Coworkers, friends, the barista at your coffee place. He saw everything you did in public as flirtatious and risqué. He said he couldn’t trust you. That your friends were a bad influence. He did everything he could to pull your life apart until only he remained.

“Okay, we’re gonna talk about this more when you’re sober,” Bucky said, “But I’m never going to yell at you- especially not for something as inconsequential as an outftit.”

“You can yell at me,” you sighed. It was the sound of someone dejected, resigned- someone forced into submission. “Sometimes I don’t learn my lesson, and so I need to be yelled at. Ya know?” Your sad smile made another appearance.

Bucky shook his head. He was disgusted with your ex. With men in general, really. “No, that’s just something he told you, doll. You don’t need to be yelled at. I’m your boyfriend- not your parent, not your boss. I’m not going to yell at you- ever.”

You perked up suddenly. “Really? I like that, I like not being yelled at.”

Bucky nodded and left a kiss against your forehead. “You’re a fully grown adult; you’re allowed to wear whatever you want- you know that, right? You’re-”  He took a pause and the quickly rephrased, “This is not me giving you permission. You don’t need my permission. I’m just saying, it’s your body. They’re your clothes. You should wear what makes you happy, not what you think I’ll ‘allow’”.

You stared up at him, struggling to make sense of such a foreign concept. “Are you sure? Cause… what if, what if I wanna wear something like, really slutty?”

Bucky’s head fell back in a laugh, “That’s not something I’ll ever I be opposed to.”

“But what if-”

“Baby, no ‘what ifs’. No ‘buts’. You should wear whatever you want, whether it’s a parka and snow pants or fishnets and those... those-” he made groping motions at his chest and came up empty, “what are they called? The sticky boob things?”

“Chicken cutlets!” you laughed.

“Yeah! Chicken cutlets!” He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous name. “You don’t belong to anyone but yourself. Your body is yours. And if you want to wear nothing but chicken cutlets or those little pasty things, that’s your choice.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, weighing the truth of his words. The way you’d been treated was dehumanizing. Demoralizing. Asking permission for something as simple as clothing always made you feel stupid. Small. Ashamed. And though hearing Bucky say these things eased the tension in your shoulders, the apprehension in your chest remained.

“I just don’t wanna…” It felt stupid saying what you feared. You felt like a child. “I just don’t wanna get in trouble.” The admission came with a heavy sigh and few unexpected tears. You lived on a leash for so long it made freedom sound scary.

Bucky pulled you close and showed you the love you needed. He let you breathe. Unlearning the things your ex ingrained in you would take time, this Bucky knew. But he was more than happy to help you on the journey. 

“You’re not gonna get in trouble. You can’t get in trouble- not with me.” He pulled your face from his chest and rested his palms against your cheeks, “I’m not in charge of you.”

Meeting his eyeline was hard; shame still had its hooks in you. “But what if I wear something really revealing and other guys hit on me?”

Bucky tucked a finger under your chin and lifted your head ever so slightly. When your eyes finally met his, you found an almost amused smile on his face. “Doll, I know how to fight,” he said with a wink. “It’s my job. Wear whatever you want. And if someone tries to make you uncomfortable, they’ll have me to answer to. Okay?”

This time, your smile was genuine. “Okay,” you laughed, “thanks, Buck. You the best.” You melted against his body with a sigh and barely noticed that he’d swept you up into his arms. No one ever cared for you the way he did. When you’d first met, part of you thought it was a front. Maybe he was trying to right the wrongs of his past by overcorrecting. 

But it was real- all of it. His adoration for you, his devotion to you; everything he said was genuine. And as he carried you to bed and helped you get into some pajamas, you knew you’d never have to walk on eggshells with him. He’d never make you ask for permission or beg for forgiveness. He only wanted you to be happy. And if you wanted to wear a different, outrageous, barely-there outfit every day of the week, he’d happily fight off any man who dared comment.

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