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I WISH I WAS SPECIAL
Avery Grambs x Jameson Hawthorne - 1.9k
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bear with me, this WIP has been in my drafts since March and I'm finally putting it out, because its existence is blocking any and all creative flow I had. (The title is from Creep by Radiohead!) if you saw this before on ao3, no you didn't, but it's okay, you can read it again. So we never actually saw how Avery told Jameson that Eve existed. So ... here's a fic. TRIGGER WARNING- EVE MENTIONS but she's not actually present with dialogue. And after this, they go and invent their little code phrase for trauma dumping. happy reading!
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Avery flopped back onto the pillow. It was 2am. Her thoughts had plagued her since she’d gone to bed three hours ago, and had no intention of stopping.
Hawthorne House was eerily quiet that day, and Avery was usually asleep or distracted at this time, but tonight she was neither, and she was completely lost on what to do.
She considered leaving her room for Libby’s, but decided otherwise. She still had no idea where Nash slept. God forbid she interrupt romance. Libby's not-a-relationship was progressing quickly enough.
Jameson had been out for the last month, looking at potential colleges in other parts of the US and Europe. He'd told Avery he was planning to take a gap year, but he'd wanted to see what the world had to offer.
They'd video called every day in the dead of the night.
Jameson had returned to Hawthorne House earlier that day, but at the time, Avery was at a lunch with potential investors, and hadn't been able to see him come home. When she came back two hours later, Xander told her that Jameson fell asleep as soon as he'd gotten back.
Avery didn't think he'd wake up for a while; jet lag hit hard, especially when you haven't consistently been in one time zone for three days, which was why she made the decision to go to the roof.
She'd spent a few days in the last month quietly staring at the sky on the roof, and found that she quite liked it.
With Jameson back, it was almost guaranteed she wouldn't have the roof to herself. It was where she'd met him, and it was the place she was most likely to find him. It had been his daily haunt first.
If he'd stayed asleep, she would get the night sky and fresh air to herself. If he'd woken up and gone upstairs, Avery would see him.
Definitely a win-win situation.
Which was how Avery found her half-asleep self climbing up multiple staircases and going through passages to stare at a very tall ladder, leading to a hatch in the ceiling. Avery tucked her blanket over her shoulders and climbed the distance. She pushed on the hatch, and reached out to touch the roof, tossing the blanket a few feet away. She pulled herself up, arms straining slightly with the effort, and -
“Steady, Heiress.” A hand reached out, and Avery gratefully accepted it. Jameson helped her out and kicked the door closed.
The first thing Avery noticed was that Jameson was very shirtless, and had very toned abs. Europe had definitely treated him well; he was perfectly tanned and had gained a bit more muscle.
The second thing she noticed was how cold it was, and she turned to find Jameson picking up the blanket she’d brought.
“Thanks for blanket delivery.” he said, running a hand across the soft fabric. “I like this one.”
Avery rolled her eyes, but there was only amusement behind it. “In your dreams, Hawthorne.”
She made to take the blanket from him, but he raised it up above her reach. “Oh no, this is mine now.”
His eyes glinted with mischief, challenging her to try again, and she grinned back in kind.
Rather than making another grab at the blanket, Avery hooked her arms around his neck. His eyes widened, just a little, but enough for Avery to take advantage of.
“You asked for it.” she said, before meeting his lips with hers.
The month apart had sent Avery back to square one. Everything Jameson did with his hands, lips, body felt new. One hand made its way into her hair, gently pulling her head backwards. The other held onto her hip, as she arched her back.
They broke apart, panting, and he rested his forehead against hers. “Hey.”
Avery slowly blinked. “Hi.”
“Long time no see.”
“One could say that.” Avery reached down, and picked up the discarded blanket. “I’ll be taking that back.”
Jameson gave her a trademark Hawthorne smirk, and she felt a tingle go down her spine. “Whatever you say, Heiress.” He sat down on the roof, legs dangling off the edge, and patted on the area next to him, prompting her to sit with him.
Avery sat to his right. She gave him one half of the blanket, and he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. As she nestled into his side, Avery wondered why she brought a blanket in the first place. Jameson had always run warm, and summer nights in Texas had never exactly been cold.
“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but you’re not exactly a regular visitor here, Heiress.” he said.
“It’s peaceful here,” she said. “Or it was-in the last month.”
He winked. “Never a dull moment with a Hawthorne around.”
Avery had to agree. She’d experienced some of the best moments of her life, she realized.
But also some of the worst.
Jameson caught her mood change. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“And you’re up so late because …?”
“You’re up late.”
“I was in Europe, and I got my eight hours of sleep today. You didn’t do either.”
She shrugged, looking down at the gardens of Hawthorne House. “Couldn’t sleep.” She could feel his eyes trained on her, but she stubbornly kept her head down.
“Nightmares?” He asked.
Avery shook her head. “Thoughts.”
Jameson didn’t respond, but his presence said what his words did, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Toby Hawthorne had a daughter.” she blurted out.
She felt Jameson’s body stiffen. “The DNA test-“
“It was right. It’s not me. Her name is Evelyn, but she goes by Eve.”
Jameson gave a small laugh. “It’s a palindrome.”
“She picked it for herself.”
He hummed in response, then took a look down at Avery. “There’s more.”
She swallowed. “There is.”
When she didn’t respond, he shook his head and sighed. Jameson removed the blanket and tucked it around her. The sudden loss of heat made her burrow further into the blanket. He moved his body to face her, straddling the ledge of the roof. Avery crossed her legs beneath her and turned, staring at her hands on her lap.
“Don’t keep secrets from me, Heiress.”
“Like you don’t, all the time?” She glared. “I can’t be vulnerable to a bank vault.”
He was quiet for some time, and Avery wondered if he’d finally given up. Just as she was about to get up, he responded, almost too quietly for her to hear. “Then we do it together.”
What? She looked up in surprise.
Jameson’s poker face was intact as ever, but she could sense a hint of excitement through his eyes and voice. “The thing about bank vaults is that they can be broken into, multiple times. At that point, it’s probably not worth using anymore, but the vulnerability is reinforced and tested again.” His fingers drummed a complicated beat on the stone. “I’ve been broken before. We can help each other.”
This definitely wasn’t the same person Avery had met that fateful day on this very rooftop. But it was at the same time. He was still effortlessly charming, a flirt, a brilliant mind- but he was more thoughtful, more caring, and definitely much more careful. She didn’t know if the change had been made conciously, and she wondered if it had hurt something inside of him to be a different person.
Avery looked back down at her lap. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to; he understood she needed time to phrase it, and he simply waited, his presence giving her warmth and comfort.
“She looks exactly like Emily Laughlin.” Jameson froze. “Right down to the hair.”
“Gray’s gonna have the time of his life when he figures that out.” Jameson muttered.
Avery knew he wasn’t going to tell Grayson unless she permitted it, but her concern was fixated otherwise. “And you?”
Jameson’s fingers returned to the steady drumbeat. There was silence, and then-
“I dont know.” He fell quiet and continued. “Maybe I should feel something, but Emily left. I made some kind of fucked up peace with it, and … I don’t know. I have you; I don’t want to feel anything, but … I just don’t know.”
Raw emotion echoed throughout his eyes, and Avery didn’t know how to respond. Jameson had never told her anything like this before - the last time he’d been somewhat vulnerable was when she woke up from the coma, and Avery hadn’t known what to do then either.
She settled for placing a hand on his knee. “We all move at different speeds.” Jameson nodded, eyes closed.
The silence settled comfortably around them, until he peeked one eye open. “Tell me everything means tell me everything. You’re hiding something.” It wasn’t a question and she knew it.
Avery had wanted to tell someone this for a long time. Toby, Sheffield Grayson (before his death), Eve’s siblings had both known every detail Avery had just told Jameson. She’d kept to herself her true thoughts on the topic, and it had been the reason she hadn’t slept for nearly a week. As she gathered her thoughts, she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Eve- she’s actually a Hawthorne. She’s the one who should’ve inherited all of this money. She’s the one your grandfather should’ve picked.” Avery finally looked at him. She blinked, and felt tears trail down her cheek. Jameson’s brow was furrowed, but she couldn’t tell if it was out of pity or concern.
Probably both. Only one person in the world is complaining about their billion dollar handout and it’s me.
“I’m not cut out for any of this. I’m not pretty, I don’t know the first thing about running a multi-billion dollar company. I can’t do PR. I don’t even know the first thing about stocks!” She buried her face in her hands.
“Heiress.” Jameson tried. “Avery.” She didn’t respond. “The old man had a reason for everything. He didn’t want Eve. Only one of you knew my uncle, and only one of you was trusted to inherit his entire damn fortune.”
“Toby didn’t know that Eve existed. What are the chances your grandfather didn’t either?“ The sound was muffled, but he understood every word.
Jameson’s eyebrows flew into his hair. “The old man knew what he was doing. He tracked every single part of Toby’s life that he did and didn’t cover up. That includes one night stands, drunk or otherwise.” He paused, looking out into the garden. “He knew more about a person than the person knew about themselves. He wanted you, Avery. Because he knew you were what was going to heal this family.”
“But-“
“But what? Our blood doesn’t make us who we are. Look at Gray. He’s the only son of Sheffield Grayson and my mother, but he’s a better man than either would have ever been. You may not share our blood, or the name, but you have the mind of a Hawthorne. In this family, we value this,” -He tapped her head- “more than we value looks.”
Jameson gently moved her hands away from her face and lifted her chin, forcing him to look at her. He used his other hand to wipe away the tear tracks on her cheek. “You’re a Hawthorne through and through, Avery. Any Hawthorne worth their salt would be an idiot to not call you family.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, then manuevered himself to be able to wrap her in a hug.
Avery processed his words, frozen in place, before relaxing in his arms. “Thank you.” she mumbled.
“Don’t thank me.” he said. “I was just showing you the truth.”
NOTES One day, the quality will be much better. Today is not that day. Thanks for reading - please like, reblog and leave feedback in the notes. Or just throw turnips at me. Anything works. This fic is GRAY! because the moodboard was mostly gray, and we must throw in a mention of blond Hawthorne, because he's here in spirit. Genuinely, I will keep writing more, and I'm so excited for GV's release (T minus one month!) so more fics coming soon, hopefully! The taglist is always open to new additions, all day and everyday. Just drop a comment if you want to be added!
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consider: emran x suiren?? what r ur thoughts?
Well… first of all, Emran is 25 years older than Suiren, so do with that information what you will
Second, he’s her uncle’s sibling, and while they aren’t related by blood I feel like there’s still some line there that’s being crossed
Third, yes, Emran is genderfluid, but he is a man sometimes and Suiren is a lesbian (though this one is the least of my concerns, tbh, lesbians can do whatever the fuck they want, I'm not into that exclusionist bullshit)
But if we put all that aside for the sake of argument.. I honestly don’t think Emran is Suiren’s type? Character-wise I think they’d match well, his happy and freedom loving personality would speak to her anarchist spirit (though I do think she’d get annoyed with that overly positive attitude really, really quickly) but looks-wise he’s just too androgynous for her liking. We all know she’s weak for a certain someone else with green eyes and pale skin and black hair (does Kuvira look like she’d belong in this family or am I losing it?), but the butch vibes have to be off the charts for her to be really interested. Also he’s happy with life as an acolyte at one of the Air Temples while she’d rather die than live there and meditate all the time and wear orange 😂 So the most I could hypothetically see them as is a one night stand, or perhaps a short term relationship, but nothing else
#I am very much not a multishipper when it comes to suiren lmao. she is Kuvira’s and hers alone 😁#but also.. where tf did this ask come from?#it’s such an unusual and unexpected thing to receive. especially in this context#and I think I only spoke of Emran once on this blog before? maybe twice#so for a second I did think I was dreaming when I saw the notification#but it was a rather curious thought experiment ngl#okay tag rant over I’m gonna go eat#the legend of korra#original characters#sotrl suiren#emran still doesn’t have a tag lmao#if he was spawned from an offhand mention in kat's fic does that mean I should tag them as LaF Aiza/Emran?#idk. I'll figure it out at some point#I swear I've been saying that for two weeks and still haven't figured anything out 😅#oh well. I'm sure it'll come to me one day
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Late Night Shenanigans
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky searches for Alpine when she gets out one night and finds her curled up with you.
Word Count: Over 1.6k
Warnings: Drunk reader with no filter and Alpine likes her, bit of grumpy!Bucky, humor, attraction, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: @starlightcrystalline sent me this IG video and I had to do something for her. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky was going to kill Sam. No, not really. He wasn’t a cold-hearted killer. Just because Sam hadn’t shut the door fast enough didn’t mean it was his fault that Alpine ran out. Accidents happened, and she was lightning fast. It still stunned Bucky and Steve when Sam shouted that she got out because she hadn’t taken off like that before. Super soldier speed hadn’t worked since she was gone by the time Bucky got to the front of his place.
They split up to look for her, and he didn’t want to wake anyone up since it was late, but he was worried since Alpine had gone past his neighborhood. She was his little buddy, his kindred spirit. He wanted her to be okay. He didn’t want her to get lost or hurt.
“Alpine?” he asked, rounding a corner and looking around. His shoulders dropped when he didn’t spot her. “C’mon, Al.”
He went down another block when he heard an unfamiliar voice in the distance, his body going stiff. “Oh, my GOD. You are seriously the cutest cat EVER.” Was this stranger talking about his cat? “Your fur is as white as snow and so soft. OOH. Is your name Snowball?”
“Snowball?” he muttered, jogging in the direction of your sweet voice. Wait, why did he think your voice was sweet?
“You’re a little purr machine! I just want to take you home and cuddle with you and keep you FOREVER.”
“Oh, no, you fucking don’t,” Bucky snarled, rounding another corner. He didn’t care how sweet you sounded. You were talking about possibly stealing his cat, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.
He sighed in relief when he saw Alpine before his brows furrowed. She was curled up in your lap as you sat in the middle of the sidewalk. He had to blink to be sure his eyes were working correctly. Alpine never took to strangers like that. She liked Steve and Sam, but it still took her time to warm up to them.
Shooting them a text to let them know he found Alpine, he wondered who you were and why she was snuggling with you.
“Al.” He whistled as he jogged the rest of the way over. Instead of jumping out of your lap like he expected, she curled into you more and purred. Maybe you had some sort of special power that made his cat relax.
You tilted your head up and Bucky forgot how to breathe for a second. Even under the harsh light of the sidewalk lamp you were beautiful. Fuck, maybe you had some sort of special power over him, too. “Hi!” you said a little too loudly, like you didn’t have a clue how late or quiet it was. Inhaling, he could smell the alcohol on your breath from where he stood. Jesus, were you drunk? “Hooooooooe, my God. You are the hottest man I have ever seen in my life. Just… ” You waved a hand at him. “Holy fucking shit.”
He was thankful that it was either too dark for you to see or you were too drunk to notice the pink in his cheeks. Not to mention, he was in jeans and a black t-shirt. He hardly looked hot. “You’re drunk, but thanks for the compliment,” he stated, reaching out for Alpine who stubbornly stayed put. Seriously, what was her deal? She didn’t know you. He didn’t know you.
“Annnnd I’ll be sober when I wake up tomorrow, but you’ll still be really hot. That’s totally not fair.” You giggled after a moment and held Alpine up to look at him. “Isn’t he hot? Like a model or a god or something made up in a lab.” You tilted your head. “Or my dreams.”
Bucky frowned, as if he didn’t talk to his cat on a regular basis. He was trying to ignore that you were clearly physically attracted to him. That wasn’t the usual reaction people had when he came around. Not in today’s age at least. His glare didn’t even phase you since you continued to smile at him. “Al’s a cat. She can’t-”
“Meow.”
Your lower lip trembled and he feared you’d burst into tears. He had no clue what to do if you cried. “I’m soooo sorry. I didn’t know she was your cat. I swear.” His eyes widened when you tried to get to your feet, his hands going to your hips to help steady you. He was reluctant to let you go, and he felt like an ass because he probably scared you. “She just came right up to me and I only wanted to pet her for a minute.”
Your smile turned into something triumphant. “See, she agrees with me,” you said, rubbing your cheek against Alpine’s before you gasped. “Wait, you called her by a name. Do you know her?”
Bucky let out a breath, wanting to get back home and get some sleep. He had had a long day. “Yeah, she’s my cat and she got out a bit ago. Could you please give her back so I can go home?”
Bucky kept a hand on your hip when Alpine finally moved into his other arm. He felt better, but wouldn’t relax completely until he was at home. “It’s okay. I’m glad she did,” he said honestly. Because Alpine went to you, it made it much easier to find her. “Wait a second.”
“What?” you asked, making him lose his breath again when you looked him in the eyes.
He had to blink a few times and snap himself out of his stupor. What was wrong with him? “Why the hell are you out here by yourself?” he asked, trying to keep his anger in check when he took in your outfit. He was so concerned about Alpine that he didn’t clock right away that you were in a semi-revealing black dress. It was gorgeous, and that kind of look could attract all sorts of attention. Even if you weren’t drunk and all alone, the thought of someone taking advantage of you made his blood boil.
You nodded to the building beside you. “My place is RIGHT there, but it’s soooo sweet that you care about my wellbeing.”
“Which apartment?” he asked.
“Okay, you may be really hot and I may be drunk, but I don’t know you, so I’m not telling you my apartment number.” You wrinkled your nose. “That’s how true crimes start.”
He snorted before he could stop himself. At least you were smart enough not to tell him. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re alone out here.”
“My friends and I were celebrating a birthday at the bar a few blocks away and the birthday girl wanted to play drinking games and my luck was terrible tonight since I kept losing, or I guess winning if you count drinking as winning?” you explained, shaking your head. “Anyway, my sober friend dropped me off, but your cat walked over before I could go inside,” you continued, smiling and scratching behind her ears. At least you hadn’t walked home alone. “And it would’ve been rude of me to ignore little Snowball.”
“Her name’s Alpine,” he corrected you, but there was warmth in his tone instead of annoyance.
“My apologies, Queen Alpine.” You booped Bucky on the nose. “And what is your name?”
Bucky blinked and blinked again. He couldn’t believe you just booped him. If Steve and Sam had seen that… “It’s Bucky.”
You didn’t react to his name, simply giving him your name, too. “Do people call you ‘Buck’?” you giggled. “Because Buck rhymes with-”
“I think you should get inside,” he cut you off. “And make sure you drink some water and have some aspirin waiting beside you when you wake up.”
“Awwwwwwwwwww. You really do care about my wellbeing,” You leaned into him, stars in your eyes. “You’re a good man. I can tell.”
Bucky cleared his throat. Why would you think he was a good man? “Well, if Al likes you, you can’t be all bad.”
“I can be bad if you want me to,” you whispered exaggeratedly and winked. “Sorry, I have no filter when I drink.”
“Yeah, I sensed that,” he deadpanned. It was kind of refreshing. “Do you always flirt with strange men like this?” he asked, feeling a surge of jealousy for no reason.
“Just you, stranger,” you answered. He believed you only because you seemed too sweet to lie. “Thanks for being nice and letting me snuggle with your cat.”
You had to be drunk to say he was nice. “I’m a grump.”
You booped his nose again. “Whatever you say, Mr. Grump,” you said, giving Alpine one last pet. “See you later, Alpine.”
The meow Alpine let out sounded so sad it almost broke Bucky’s heart. “It’s late, Al. She needs rest, and so do we.”
“Night night!” you called back, somehow managing to walk in a straight line up the building door. “Sweet dreams!”
“What if Al wants to see you again?” he asked.
You paused and smiled over your shoulder. “If you want to see me again, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
As tempting as it was to ask for your number or give him yours, you were drunk. You’d probably forget all about him in the morning. Besides, you might have a boyfriend. So he held Alpine closer and watched you go inside, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“You gave me a real scare, Al,” he said, walking away as Alpine looked back at the building. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll see her again.”
For Alpine’s sake, he hoped they’d see you again.
And for his own sake, he hoped you were single.
Had to be done, lovelies! When and where will he see you again? See what happens next with Late Night Recap. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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♡ standing in front of rafe’s door after everything that transpired was the last thing you thought you’d do.. yet here you were. luckily for you, rafe has no intentions of ever letting you leave him again.
warnings: enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, rough sex, marathon sex (these two have a lot to catch up on), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, choking, face fucking, cum eating, cum play (they are sooo gross), multiple orgasms, rough handling, hair pulling, biting, slapping, overstimulation, crying, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation kink (?), praise, fluff, soft aftercare
a/n: aaaand this is the end ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ this series was something i thought of on a whim, and i couldn’t be any more happier with the way everything came out. to everyone who showed sm love and gave me your thoughts and feedback, thank you so much!! reading your comments and your theories made me smile <3 wrote this while listening to ‘hotel’ by montell fish, i highly recommend listening to it, it’s what inspired this chapter!!
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wc: 3.8k
it’s been four days since rafe’s been blowing up your phone with every second he could spare, all of his calls and messages being either dismissed or ignored. you had fabricated a lie the next morning and told chanel that you and rafe just weren’t compatible with each other, and even though she could see the solemn look on your face, she knew not to dig any further. “you call me if you need anything, okay?” she hugged you tightly before leaving, using her own key to lock the door to your house as you stayed laying in bed.
as much as you wanted to give in to rafe, you just couldn’t find it in you to overlook the fact that he held back from telling you what he knew. sure, now that you look back on it, it was obvious, but to continue feeding into your fantasies, receiving your pictures, and talking to you on the phone as if he didn’t know who you were made you feel like you had been played in a way. since that night, you went to your tumblr and deleted everything, along with deactivating your account and uninstalling the app as a whole.
once rafe saw that your blog was gone, he went ahead and decided to delete his as well. it was pointless for him to be active if you were no longer on there anymore. he had been checking his phone religiously, hoping for any kind of reply, but each time his phone screen illuminated with a notification that wasn’t from you it was just a blow to his chest. he hated not hearing from you, especially because he had grown so used to listening to your voice everyday. now that was all gone. he no longer had that balance that he needed to keep him from going insane.
rafe didn’t view you any differently once he found out his dream girl behind the screen was you. if anything, it just made him want you even more. to know that the same girl that never put up with anyone’s shit was the same girl that wanted to be told what to do was nothing short of gratifying. he loved being the man that did that for you. both of you needed each other, and that was something you were slowly starting to realize as the days went on. finally folding, you had turned your read receipts off so rafe wouldn’t know that you opened up the plethora of paragraphs he had been sending you.
you scrolled down from the very top, only reading the messages that stuck out to you the most.
[Sunday - 10:11 AM] rafe: i just checked into my room, please text me back.
[Sunday - 11:00 AM] rafe: i don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me but we’re gonna have to settle this now or when i get home. either way, you’re still mine. whether you like it or not.
[Sunday - 11:09 AM] rafe: has it ever occurred to you that you know things about me that nobody else knows either? i knew who you were and i still didn’t hold back from being vulnerable with you. i care about you y/n, i think about you all the fucking time. after opening up to me last night, i really just want to make sure that you never feel alone again. let me be there. please.
[Sunday - 10:17 PM] rafe: this is the first night in months that i’m going to bed without hearing your voice. please consider talking to me again.
[Monday - 8:20 PM] rafe: not that it matters anymore but for the entire time that we were texting each other, i never saw anyone else. i wasn’t interested in anybody and then once i found out that you were closer than i thought, you’re the only thing that i could think about. phone sex aside, i truly believe that we see each other and understand one another— at least for me, you do. this isn’t a sunken ship, and i won’t let you turn it into one.
[Monday - 8:27 PM] rafe: i’ll do whatever it takes to be back in your good graces, but leaving you alone isn’t an option. i don’t think it ever was.
[Tuesday - 3:55 PM] rafe: well i finished up all the deals i needed to make, but i want to give you the time that you need, so i’ll be staying here for the rest of the week. i’ve put your name on the visitor’s list for my room number, i know it’s far fetched to think you’ll show up, but i’ll be here.
and then the most recent ones from this afternoon..
[Today - 1:09 PM] rafe: #501
[Today - 1:10 PM] rafe: that’s my room number.
you bit your lip. you couldn’t believe you were really considering going over there. you spent the rest of the afternoon pacing the halls, trying to come up with excuses as to why you shouldn’t pack a bag and give in to the man that undeniably has you in a chokehold. by the sounds of his texts, it’s not like you can just get out of not communicating with him, he has made that abundantly clear. by the time it was seven o’clock you were cursing under your breath as your car parked onto the ferry headed towards the mainland. “you better not embarrass me, asshole..” you whispered, swallowing your pride as the minutes counted down to your destination.
you were hesitant when it came time to go into the lobby, your chest rising and falling as you got off the car on shaky legs. you knew that coming over here meant more than just ‘talking it out’, this was you allowing rafe to prove himself worthy enough for something to grow out of this; something serious. “good evening! are you a guest or a visitor?” the receptionist smiled at you brightly as you answered. “visitor. for rafe cameron.” she clicked away on her computer for a few moments before humming pleasantly. “y/n?” she confirmed. with a curt nod, she motioned towards the elevators, “enjoy your night.”
adjusting the pink bag on your shoulder, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding once the elevator dinged on rafe’s floor. no matter how much you were trying to downplay the situation, you couldn’t help the violent thumping of your heart with every step you took towards the end of the long hallway. standing in front of his door made everything feel like it was closing in on you, like suddenly you couldn’t get out of this and you hated the feeling of losing control. before you could successfully talk yourself out of facing him and running away, you knocked and waited with a bated breath for rafe to answer.
the man on the other side of the door was sitting at the edge of his bed in deep thought when he heard the small sound against the thick hardwood. eyebrows twisting in confusion, rafe got up and looked through the peep hole. he felt relief wash over him as soon as he saw you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest without a word, he opened the door, your eyes finding his. his gaze said just as much as your own, both of you sharing a mutual understanding without having to say anything.
pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe nodded understandingly before dragging you inside, your heart fluttering in your chest at his display of strength. “rafe—” you didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he grabbed your bag and tossed it to the side, his hands cupping your face before he backed you into the wall. “just shut up.” he whispered, both of you moaning once you felt each other’s lips finally press into your own. he tasted like mint with a hint of alcohol and you knew right then and there that you’d never be able to get enough of it.
snaking your hands underneath his shirt, you raked your nails down his toned stomach before tugging at the waistline of his jeans, a small gasp leaving your lips once he inserted a thigh between your legs and pressed into where you needed him most. “fuck,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck, “please, i need you.” hearing you say that you needed him made rafe’s head spin in the best possible way. “yeah? i’m not really convinced..” he leaned in, licking a stripe across your bottom lip. rolling your eyes, you dug your nails into his neck until he groaned, pushing you into the wall with a thud.
narrowing your gaze at him, rafe smiled once he saw what looked like a hint of a challenge dancing in your orbs. picking you up off of your feet, you yelped when rafe slammed you onto his bed, wasting no time in slotting himself between your thighs. “it’s gonna take a lot more than some pathetic begging to get me inside you.” he said through gritted teeth. you refrained from saying something smart, your stare faltering as you swallowed thickly. he was going to make this difficult for you. stroking the back of his neck, you pulled him down so your lips were next to his ear.
he shuddered at the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin, a sigh falling from his lips as you trailed your foot along the side of his hip up to his torso. “please, rafe? i might cry if i have to my own fingers again..it’s been too long,” you whispered, “what will it take for you to fill me up with your cock instead?” rafe cursed under his breath as soon as he heard your lewd words, his hands working to get you out of your clothes so he could give both of you some kind of relief. you shivered once you were left in your bra and panties, your eyes beaming up at the man in front of you as you slowly removed the lacey material.
maybe it was because rafe was still fully dressed, but you couldn’t help but feel overexposed as he ogled your chest, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he took your tits in the palms of his hands. “holy fuck,” he laid you back, letting his touch roam your body as you squirmed with anticipation, “the camera doesn’t do you justice, baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” your stomach erupted in a fit of butterflies at the nickname. “and these..” he tugged at your underwears, his jaw clenching once he caught a glimpse of your glossy folds.
in no time, rafe had your thighs shaking around his head, your back arching off of the plush mattress as you clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to ground yourself from the pure, white hot pleasure coursing through your tummy. “rafe!” you squealed, your entire body buzzing with need as you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. “you taste so good, ‘pretty, m’gonna have to keep you on your back for me all fucking day from now on.” he cursed, flicking his tongue against your overstimulated clit. you felt like a puddle of nothing once he had his digits curled inside of you, his fingertips continuously hitting that sweet spot that made you jolt with each stroke.
“t-too much!” you shook your head, your hips drawing away from his mouth. he chuckled, his strong grip on the curves of your waist making you hiss in pain. “this can’t be too much for you already, i’m just getting started..” you whined helplessly, feeling the band in your stomach snap for the second time already, the motions of his digits eliciting wet squelches from your cunt as you writhed uncontrollably beneath him.
with your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, rafe removed the hand he had inbetween your thighs and slipped his fingers inside your mouth, his tongue still working skillfully on your sensitive bud as he forced you to taste yourself. you moaned, sucking on his digits without a second thought. “you’re so fucking hot, i love it.” he grumbled, grinding his clothed erection into the sheets, desperate for any kind of friction he could get as he leaked precum from merely giving you pleasure.
he brought you down from your high until your breathing slowed and you were dragging him up to kiss you once again. rafe’s lips molded to yours so perfectly, you cupped his chin and pecked the tip of his nose before slipping out from under his body. rafe didn’t ask any questions as you grabbed his hand and guided him back up to his feet. how you managed to stand up after being overstimulated into oblivion? you don’t know, but you were determined to get rafe out of his clothes one way or another.
rafe watched as you lifted his shirt above his head, the thin material of his t-shirt getting lost on the floor somewhere as you stared at his glorious build. “as much i hated you, i always thought you were stupidly hot.” rafe snorted at your words, his eyes following the way your fingertips trailed down his pecs to his v-line. “hated?” he repeated, noting the past-tense of your statement. meeting his eyes, you blinked softly before pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. “yeah, hated.”
within seconds, you had dropped to your knees, biting your lip at the sight of rafe bulging out of the denim material of his jeans. looking up at him with sultry eyes, you palmed him through his pants, his nostrils flaring slightly as you took your time getting him out of his boxers. oh and once you did, you were gobsmacked. you’ve spent so much time daydreaming about this cock, just wishing it was the one thing putting you to sleep instead of your fingers, and now that it was standing in front of you, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the sight.
you smiled sweetly before placing your hands on the back of his knees, the man above you already fisting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, his hips bucking at the pleasure shooting into his core. “o-oh, fuck..” he swallowed thickly, watching as your sparkly lips enveloped the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around his aching tip with ease. you moaned around his length, taking him inch by inch until your nose nudged his pubic bone.
blinking up at him through your eyelashes, you slowly pulled off of him, holding him at the base as he watched you trace your lips with a mix of spit and precum. “you’re gonna get it.” was the last thing rafe said before he pulled your head back down on his cock, a muffled whine sounding from your mouth before you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. rafe’s head rolled to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. your grip tightened around his legs, your eyebrows pinching together as rafe groaned, his muscles constricting underneath his skin.
“i imagined this for so long..” he said through gritted teeth, “..since way before we even started texting.” you moaned at the revelation, grateful that he took the hint and let you slide off of him for a moment so you could breathe. gasping once you were able to get a full breath, rafe cursed when his eyes landed on the thick string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. “why didn’t you do something about it, then?” rafe shook his head, letting go of your hair before landing a playful smack across your cheek. “you know what? that’s a really good question, ‘think you would’ve been okay with me stuffing your mouth back then?”
you giggled, licking your lips before getting up and pushing him down on the bed. rafe brought you down with him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you kissed him sloppily. feeling him like this, skin to skin, made a weight that you didn’t even know was there lift from your heart, your soft hands stroking his chest as he held you in his big arms. snaking down his torso, you pressed a trail of kisses down his stomach until you reached his length, wrapping a hand around his base.
“tell me, rafe,” you scooted down so you were straddling his thighs, “would you have even had the balls to take me the way you wanted?” rafe’s chest rose and fell as you stroked him languidly, his eyes struggling to stay open as you watched him with that dark gaze of yours. “nah, i didn’t think you’d be able to take it.” you smiled, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before you picked up your pace, the action making rafe’s hips buck. “ah, fuck!” he heaved, his jaw falling slack as he felt himself teetering the edge of euphoria.
“already gonna cum?” you teased, “so fucking pathetic.” rafe blinked, his jaw tightening at your words. he couldn’t let you win this easily. despite it feeling impossible, he mustered up the strength to stop your ministrations, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down beneath him. “you might be royalty out there, but in here? with me? you don’t get to have your fucking way. you’re nothing.” you gasped, your heart beating in your ears as he threw your legs over his shoulders.
suddenly you didn’t have the same confidence from earlier now that rafe had you right where he wanted you, his cock sitting snuggly between your folds. your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him teasing your clit, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he entered you slowly. rafe buried his face in your neck, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh there. your eyes watered at the stretch, a small cry emitting from your throat. rafe looked down at you and made sure you were okay before thrusting into you, both of you moaning in unison.
“fuck, you feel so good,” he praised you, “better than what i could’ve ever imagined.” he pressed a kiss to your calf, pressing a large palm over your lower stomach. you squeaked at the pressure, your toes curling as he fucked into you with vigor. “i wonder what people would think of you if they knew you were a cock hungry slut,” he started thumbing your clit, your hands shooting up to dig crescents into his biceps, “i should mark you up, ‘show everyone who the fuck you belong to when they see us out.”
you don’t know why, but the idea of walking around with rafe, everyone’s eyes falling on you two in every room you enter, turned you on beyond belief, especially at the prospect of being littered with bruises and hickeys from none other than the man on top of you. “i want that,” you whimpered, “want’ everyone to know you’re mine too.” rafe groaned. all he’s wanted to hear since you two started this whole thing. that he was yours.. that you wanted him the way he wanted you.
rafe wished so badly that he didn’t refrain from letting himself cum over the course of these last few months, because then maybe he wouldn’t be close to blowing his load this soon. “still think i’m pathetic if i cum right now?” rafe trailed his lips across your collarbone, his forehead nudging your chin as you nodded breathlessly. “oh, totally.” you laughed, the smile from your face being wiped off as soon as rafe picked up his speed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“i guess that’s gonna make two of us then..” you had heavy tears rolling down your cheeks when your high washed over you in waves of pure ecstasy, your legs trembling as you thrashed against him. you lost all ability to speak or think, rafe’s hips coming to a stop as he pulled out, still stroking his length as he emptied himself over your drenched folds. rafe shuddered, watching the way his cum painted your pretty cunt. you were left clenching around nothing, a pout forming on your lips.
“w-why didn’t you just cum inside me?” you stuttered, rafe’s eyes widening at your display of offense. “well i wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with that—” you cut him off, clamping a hand over his mouth before reaching down and guided his tip over the mess he made. “put it in me.” your had seen plenty of gazes turn dark before, but rafe’s was just incomparable. he was distraught, the look on your face sending him into overdrive. he did as you said, his mind churning with a thousand thoughts at once.
you took every drop like a champ, his eyes hanging low as he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his side. cradling his head to your chest, you reveled in the feeling of his arms being wrapped around you, both of you panting softly in an attempt to catch your breaths. staying in this position for what seemed like forever, you blinked once rafe’s voice broke you out of your post-sex bliss. “what made you change your mind?” he asked, running his fingertips up and down the column of your spine.
“my mind was already made up..” you whispered, “i just needed to put my ego away and finally choose something for myself.”
at your words, rafe pulled you into a heated kiss, which only then lead to round two and three and so on until you were barely able to hold yourself up in the shower. you and rafe slept in the next morning, both of you spending the rest of the week seemingly catching up with all of the pent up sexual frustration you two shared until it was time to go back home and do it all overs again. your phone had been blowing up with unanswered calls and texts from chanel, your best friend worried sick about you and your sudden disappearance. “where the fuck have you been?! i was starting to think i should file a missing persons report!” she shouted.
“i promise i’m going to explain everything. meet me at our brunch spot in ten minutes.. and feel free to bring topper..”
“how did this happen?!” chanel squealed excitedly, looking between you and rafe as he draped an arm across your shoulders, your lips finding his. oh, god, where could you even start? “it’s a really interesting story, but trust me when i say you’ll thank me for sparing the details.” you laughed. topper was also mildly confused at his best friend’s sudden attitude change towards you. “blink twice if you need help, bro.” he chuckled nervously, both you and chanel shooting him a glare. “nah, no cries for help over here. i’m right where i wanna be..”

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𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚



smut mdni
pairing: nct dream x reader
cw: sexual content, accidental nude, mutual pining, dirty texting
not proofread
꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷
MARK
your heart dropped the second you saw his name light up.
the last person you ever wanted to send that photo to
you: MARK DON’T OPEN THAT PLEASE I BEG YOU
mark:…too late
he didn’t even pretend to play it cool
mark: you send me a nude and expect me not to react?
mark: because my brain’s trying to stay respectful…
mark: but I’m already imagining my hands where your fingers were
mark: next time, don’t send by accident, come show me on purpose
RENJUN
you were mid-breakdown when the notification popped up.
renjun typing…
you tried to get ahead of it
you: DELETE IT RIGHT NOW I SWEAR I’M GONNA DIE
renjun: you really didn’t mean to send me that?
renjun: you looked like you wanted to be touched
renjun: and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined you in that exact position before
you couldn’t believe your eyes right now
and then:
renjun: come over, let me give you what you’re clearly craving
JENO
panic set in the moment you realized your dumb mistake
the naked selfies you took as joke to send to your bff has gone to jeno instead
you: PLEASE DELETE IT I’M BEGGING YOU
jeno: too late for that
jeno: shit, I can’t stop staring, you looked so fucking pretty
jeno: accident or not, you just handed me something I’ve been fantasizing about for way too long
a moment later, he sent a voice note:
— come over, i wanna see in person
HAECHAN
haechan face timed you immediately. yo answered nervously, and he just looked at you with that cocky little smile, eyes dangerous.
“you really want me to believe that was an accident?”
you nodded, flustered.
he let a low chuckle
“you’re a bad liar”
the camera moved closer to his face.
“you wanted me to see it, and you got what you wanted, because now I’m hard, thinking about making you send another one with your fingers between your thighs.”
you lost your breath.
“do you wanna tease me? then be ready to take it when I show up.”
JAEMIN
you froze when you saw the contact name
you sent your nude to jaemin
you: “I SWEAR IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU JAEMIN I’M SO SORRY—”
jaemin: 👀
minutes later, he messaged you again, but it wasn’t through text.
a photo popped up.
his hand wrapped around his dick
then the message:
jaemin: now we’re even
CHENLE
knowing chenle, you expected a scream, a laugh, something chaotic.
and his first reaction was exactly what you expected
chenle: eww
but then…
chenle: I’m trying to joke about it but I can’t
chenle: fuck, I have no idea what you did to me
chenle: do me a favor?
a pause
chenle: next time, send me a video
JISUNG
you thought he’d freak out. God, you’re freaking out cause you sent this to him
you could already picturing him getting shy or frozing is his place
but then he replied
jisung: wow
jisung: I know I wasn’t supposed to see that
jisung: but now I’m picturing that photo but with my hands all over you
you were speechless
jisung: i’ve been trying to act like just a friend
jisung: but now I need to touch what I saw
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𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 | oscar piastri × fem!reader
summary | you meet oscar by chance, and one race turns into something much more
warnings | fluff, mild swearing, romantic tension, kissing
word count | 1.1 k



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You were never someone obsessed with racing drivers. You didn’t collect posters, you didn’t know the names of every circuit, and you never imagined yourself dreaming about gasoline and adrenaline. But it only took one race to change everything. For him to change everything. Oscar Piastri.
At first, it was casual. You were at a friend’s house watching the Monaco Grand Prix just to be polite. And there he was—calm, young, with a kind of presence that doesn’t scream for attention but is impossible to ignore.
You started following him. At first under the excuse of “trying to understand the sport.” Then it was interviews, then TikToks. Then came the secret Twitter account for updates, and finally your first live race. Silverstone.
The air smelled of burnt rubber and excitement. Your hands were trembling. You had won a McLaren giveaway for an exclusive meet & greet. You didn’t know what to say to him, how to act, whether to smile or freeze completely.
And then you saw him.
He saw you.
Oscar was talking to someone from the press when your eyes met. It wasn’t the look of a star at a fan. It was fleeting, curious... as if he too was wondering if he’d seen you before.
“First time in the paddock?” he asked when it was finally your turn. His Australian accent was even more charming in person.
You nodded. You swallowed hard. You weren’t sure whether to shake his hand or just stand there awkwardly. You somehow did both.
“I’m Oscar,” he said, like you didn’t already know exactly who he was.
“I know,” you replied, and instantly regretted how obvious it sounded.
He smiled. That kind of smile that shows up when someone wins a silent battle. And you noticed how his gaze lingered on you just a little longer than it should have.
“Are you enjoying the race?” he asked.
“Very much. Though… I still don’t fully understand the strategies. Sometimes I just hope you don’t crash.”
He laughed. A genuine, soft laugh.
“Well, that’s what I’m hoping for too.”
Before he said goodbye, he took your cap. And with a marker, he wrote on the brim:
"For the girl who made me laugh before the race. O.P."
He handed it back with a wink.
You went home with your heart racing faster than any car on the track.
You didn’t expect more. It was a moment. A fleeting second among thousands. But a month later, you got a notification:
@oscarpiastri followed you.
And then a message.
Oscar P.: “Would you like to come to Monza as a McLaren guest? I’ve got a spare pass…”
You nearly dropped your phone. You hesitated. Was it real? Was it a mistake?
But you went. Of course you went.
Monza, Italy.
The speed of the cars didn’t compare to the speed of your heart as you stepped into the McLaren hospitality. And there he was, dressed in team gear, relaxed, as if he’d been waiting for you.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” he said, adjusting his earpiece.
“I thought it was a joke,” you admitted, shrugging.
He smiled. This time, slower. More… interested?
“What do you think now?”
“Now I’m worried I might be enjoying this more than I should.”
There was a silence that hung between you, but it wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. Like he felt something too, something neither of you could quite name.
The race was a whirlwind. You watched him drive, watched him gain positions, watched him so far away and yet somehow so close.
And at the end, when he returned to the hospitality still sweaty from the race and buzzing with adrenaline, the first thing he did was look for you.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“A lot. Although…” you hesitated. “I think what I liked the most was seeing you happy.”
Oscar blinked. Then looked down, almost like he was trying to hide something.
“Want to go for a walk tonight?” he asked. “No F1. Just you and me. Italian pizza and a city that doesn’t sleep.”
You felt like the ground was disappearing under your feet.
“Yes,” you whispered. “I’d love to.”
That night.
Monza under the lights was magical, but walking beside him made it feel even more surreal. You talked about everything and nothing. About what he liked to cook when he wasn’t racing. About your favorite books. About how strange it is to have thousands of people watching you, but still feel alone.
“Sometimes I feel like no one really knows me,” he confessed, sitting beside you on a bench. “Everyone sees me as the driver. The quiet guy. But they don’t know who I am when the helmet comes off.”
You looked at him. Not like a fan. Not like someone who idolized him from a screen. You looked at him like someone who had felt that too—the weight of pretending to be okay.
“I want to know you,” you said, almost without thinking.
Oscar looked at you. This time, with no walls. No filters.
He leaned in.
And when his lips brushed yours, there were no fireworks. There was peace. There was that feeling of everything falling into place.
“I don’t care if this is weird,” he murmured. “But with you, for the first time in a long time… I don’t feel alone.”
He kissed you again. Slow. Gentle. And you knew no podium would ever compare to that moment.
Days later…
The relationship became the perfect blend of secret and sincerity. You didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t need to. There were glances exchanged at circuits. Messages at midnight. Calls between training sessions. And even though you weren’t a driver, every time you were with him, it felt like you were racing toward something worth it.
One night, before another big race, he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you stared at the lights of the paddock.
“What are we?” you asked softly.
Oscar rested his chin on your shoulder.
“You’re my escape. My calm. And if you want… we can be something more.”
“Something like what?”
“Like what no one finds on a racetrack. What you don’t win with speed, but with time.”
You turned around, looked at him. And for the first time, without fear, you said:
“Then let’s take that time. But promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“That when you finish a race… the first thing you’ll do is look for me in the crowd.”
Oscar smiled. He kissed your forehead.
“Always.”
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Call It What You Want To
(soft launching with the bllk boys)



a / n — i love soft launches and blue lock…so why not combine them?
content — fluff, cutesie stuff, bllk characters x fem! reader, pretty much gn! but i did use ‘she’ so just to be safe, + your faves if you want!!
synopsis — soft launches with the boyfies <3
✿.。. “ nobody’s heard from me for months , ” .。.✿




is NEVER on social media. has accounts of course, but never posts on them. usually the most they do is repost things about soccer on their stories. so when they post these pictures as their first post EVER? it’s inevitable that their fans are going to go insane.
they preferred posting these pictures, neither of your faces showing. you’d both decided to keep your relationship “private but not secret” , if someone were to find out it was you in these photos? so be it. they would never dream of hiding you from the world.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ RIN ITOSHI, barou shouei, sae itoshi, jinpachi ego




they don't have many posts, but the ones they do have no less than a million likes each. their fans are adoring, so when they post a new photo, thousands of people get the notification and within seconds the post has 200k likes.
their fans are insane, and that's putting it lightly. they find your account within a minute all by looking at your phone case and finding your account.
the both of you wake up the next morning and find yourselves not only trending on twitter, but also with thousands of edits made of the two of you. AND A SHIP NAME??
so much for a soft launch.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ YUKIMIYA KENYU(im biased), shido ryusei, MICHAEL KAISER, hyoma chigiri




a chronic poster. i mean literal photo dumps GALORE. they had many fans, obviously with them being a famous soccer player, but also because of how 'real' they were. they would constantly post stories in the bathroom and ranting- all that fun stuff.
their fans had no indication that they'd been in a relationship at all. which was strange because due to their openness, their fans began thinking they deserved to know every little thing about them.
they just wanted to keep you their little secret for a little bit, so they posted these very inconspicuous photos and had the internet up in a frenzy.
soccerluver44: WHO IS THIS??
urmomshouse: no way
and thousands of comments just like that flooded their inbox.
this was fun, they thought. maybe for a little while longer they'd keep you their little secret. the thought crossed their mind as they pressed the 'your story' button, posting a photo of them sitting on the sink with your arms wrapped around them.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ MEGURU BACHIRA, isagi yoichi, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku




not a constant poster, but definitely has a social media presence. they mostly post about their upcoming games and where to get tickets and watch. they definitely don't post about their personal life, so when people log on and see a soft launch??
the world goes into a state of shock. the comments are limited, so no one besides people they follow back (most of which who already knew of the relationship) are allowed to comment.
they did this on purpose. they saw no point in having strangers question them when the caption said it all
" spoiling my girl <3 "
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ REO MIKAGE, tabito karasu, jyubei aryu, DON LORENZO
✿.。. “ i'm doing better than i ever was ” .。.✿

took myself to the computer version to do this since there's a photo limit on the mobile version.
hope yall liked it though, i've never done anything like this before!!
likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!
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ESPRESSO
-ˋˏ| summary: Late at night, Aemond thinks of you to keep himself awake. And he doesn't doubt to ask for your help to do so.
✧ | Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader
✧ | word count: 1.5k
✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Masturbation, Submissive Aemond..., Sending nudes and stuff.
✧ | notes: i wanted to try something new and short as i was busy, and this came up. very obviously inspired on expresso by sabrina carpenter!
miss you
It was no surprise to get messages of this kind from him, especially when he was so busy with the last bit of college. Aemond has told you how many essays he has to do, and how many exams are left.
It was almost the start of summer, and he liked to torture himself by studying two careers at once.
miss u too ;)
There was something peculiar with your relationship with Aemond, you loved to be a tease around him. But it was partially his fault, since he entertained your whims.
His brother Aegon was the only one aware of this situation between you two, since he catched you both in the act. Not even having sex… yet it did not look good for Aemond.
Aemond always texted you in the nights, where he was up until late, studying. You also worked late, but you did it for different reasons.
“Mhm… Alys never wanted to do those things with me…” he confided in you once, to which you responded.
“Mhm. Too bad your ex didn’t do it for you”
He often tells you how you were like a dream girl, something you took pride in. Aemond wasn't just some love sick puppy. He was truly a good catch, and yet he was all wrapped on your finger.
It was due to both of you being quite nonchalant about the whole matter. If it worked, nice. If not, whatever. Yet you both found this weird teasing game interesting.
I can’t sleep.
You checked the time. It was 2:37 AM. It was no secret he couldn’t sleep, and you were awake too.
It’s late. Go to sleep.
His answers always came quickly.
I can’t. I am finishing one essay and then the other. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping.
Aemond wasn’t the type to do small talk, or whine about his problems just because. He didn’t do things just because.
You had a small smirk as you rolled to your stomach in bed as you saw his message. You type yours quickly.
Boo ;(
You turn your nightstand light on, as you get up to go and fetch a glass of water as you wait for his answer. He probably already replied by the second, but you truly didn’t care. You liked to tease him on this. Sweet and slow.
As you come back on your bed, your cat goes away to the movement, as you take your phone sipping your water.
Can I get a picture? Please.
He was always like this. Wanting a small encouragement as if that would make his performance at his studies better.
And you indulge him. Aemond knows that even if he was the one taking all the initiative, you don’t ignore him for a reason. And he loves when you play hard to get.
Sometimes, when he made something to displease you, he had to apologize as he kissed you. Or sometimes you’ll tease him, stroke his cock over the clothes and then abandon him to his luck. It drove him insane, and it made him want you further.
He was sitting on his desk, the light tried to make him focus on the papers in front of him, yet Aemond could only wait anxiously for your message. Every two seconds he checked his phone. He yawns as he looks at the hour.
It is probably ten minutes later when the notification of a video pops up, and he stands up to watch it from his bed. He knows he needs it like this; he was almost painfully hard, since he had been trying to do it on his own, but he needed you.
Your video is all he needs. The lightness of the video comes as too bright, but he manages to get over it. You were wearing that lingerie that he loved and gifted you, which you sometimes put it with a babydoll that matches.
Yet this time you weren’t wearing it, and he could see your shiny skin, probably you oiled it up a bit to his delight. It takes him a while to separate his eyes from your clothed cunt, to see that you weren’t wearing the bra that comes with the lingerie.
You were a tease, not allowing him to see your cunt as he would love to. He gets totally distracted by you, imagining anything but his studies, and all of his thoughts were filled with you. He often allowed himself to try any new idea you have, no matter how weird it might sound, he gives it a shot for you.
You twirl around to allow him to check you out in that outfit. Oh you looked so pretty, and so tempting like that. It drove him insane, as his hand moved down almost by pure instinct.
Your next message kills him.
Was it what you wanted?
He never plays hard when he is hard and needy.
Yes. I’m horny as hell. I can’t concentrate anymore.
You smirk, as you ponder for a moment before texting him.
Want my help? I think you should give it long and slow strokes, baby. Up and down.
You don’t hear from him for the next 5 minutes, honestly. He was dead silent, he left you on read and nothing more.
And then the video he sends starts loading on the chat, and you lean back on your bed as you bite your lip, seeing the blurry preview while you wait.
You didn’t want to play hard to get and see it later; you opened it immediately when you saw the frame of Aemond’s naked chest, as he propped his phone up on his nightstand beside his bed. Even if it was clumsy, you could see his chest flexing as he tried to accommodate it so it wouldn't fall. He wasn’t as experienced as you with video angles for these kinds of things, but it made it all hotter.
As he lies back in the pillows, you can see how he bites his lip, his hand drifting down from his chest to under his pants. You accompanied him when he bought that pair; green and black squares. He didn’t like the shirt that came with it, and you were so thankful for it because you could see his toned chest that you so much liked.
“Fuck…” He groans, moving his waistband lower, just enough to let his cock slip out and he doesn’t waste a moment more, his hand strokes it slowly, as the pleasure starts building up in his lower belly.
As his cock slid through his fingers, you heard his heavy breathing, murmuring curses as his back was against the headboard of his bed. His cock was throbbing, as he looked at his cock with a half-lidded expression. You could see it all, and the angle made it all better. Aemond was usually very restrictive when it came to sending nudes; he never added his face or even allowed his long platinum hair to get in frame. But this was a full on feast after what now seems as crumbs.
Even if he started with slow, long and teasing strokes, he quickly became more and more eager, as his cock twitched and leaked. Soon enough, his hips bucking into his own hand as he groaned loudly, as his head leaned back from how good it felt fucking his own hand.
“Fuck, this feel so good…” He groans, as you could hear the wet sounds and the bed moving under his movements. Aemond was never too vocal or too quiet, but tonight he seems rather eager, and with good reason, since his stress is probably the source from his high drive tonight.
You always loved how thick he was, and you could see how red his tip was as he thrusted his own hand, whimpering in the microphone.
“Gods… Oh, fuck” he mutters as you could see how his thighs trembled and his groans where louder. His balls tighten up, and you could see how he was close to cumming, increasing his pace by minute.
Even if he tried to prolong his pleasure, it seems he was rather more prone to show you the effect you had on him.
As he came undone, muttering a line of curses and pleads, you could see how he came, cum spilling over his fingers in hot and thick roped that you’ll love to lick it. He made sure to milk every last drop, as he gasped and turned to the camera for a moment, biting his lower lip as he was flustered, his cheeks rosy and his chest moving with each breath.
As he was spent he leaned over to the camera with a half lazy half sheepish smirk and he ends the video, not saying anything else after it.
It is after you end the video, you get another message from him.
I’ll be thinking about you all night.
And you sure hoped he did.
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watch and learn (part two)
pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
content warning drug and alcohol use



summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.
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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.
You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.
You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.
Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.
Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know
You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.
You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.
You: might take you up on that
Rafe: might?
You: might :)
Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.
Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.
He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends
Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.
You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that
He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.
Rafe: wtf why
You: you’re a fuckboy
Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing
You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do
Rafe: you can’t take all the credit
You: watch me
Rafe: you’re annoying
You: YOU’RE annoying
You: send me the address and time for the party
He quickly sends you the details.
This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.
Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.
Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.
“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.
“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.
“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.
His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.
You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.
“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”
Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.
He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.
“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”
You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.
“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.
“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.
You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.
“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.
“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”
Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.
“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.
“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.
“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.
“How was it?” Blake asks.
Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.
“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.
Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.
“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.
“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.
“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”
“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.
Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.
“Go for it,” Rafe says.
Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.
You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.
You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.
You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.
As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.
Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.
You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol
You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.
The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.
You reply: too scared :( no thanks
You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.
You text again: jk let’s go
He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.
“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”
“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.
“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.
“I knew it before.”
“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”
“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.
“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.
You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.
“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.
“This is your car?”
“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.
“It makes so much sense now.”
“What?”
“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.
“And?”
“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”
Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.
You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.
Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.
He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.
He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.
Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.
“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”
“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.
“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.
“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.
“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.
“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”
“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.
“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”
You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”
“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.
“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.
You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.
“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.
You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.
“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.
“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”
You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.
His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.
“Should I use both hands?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.
He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.
Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.
“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.
You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.
“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”
You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.
“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.
“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”
You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.
“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”
You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.
“Is it wet enough?” you ask.
“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.
“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”
You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.
Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.
Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.
“You gonna swallow?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.
He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.
His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.
You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.
“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.
It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.
“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.
“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”
Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.
“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.
“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.
“We could get caught.”
“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”
You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.
“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”
You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.
He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.
Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.
“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”
“Okay,” you say.
“Do you want to fuck?”
You nod.
“Say it.”
“Yeah, I do,” you relent.
“Then take your clothes off.”
(part three)
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★ streamer ellie!


ways to help palestine!!!
S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭
S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:






S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”
S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭
iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️
ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶
brondon444: 😭
kvcjjsaj: 😭
loverboydsa: 😭😭😭
“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”
S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻
S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.
ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys
ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.
sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭
slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???
elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩
heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop66
S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”
S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.
Instagram
girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though
S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.
elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot
elliewilliasm: spot*
elliewilliasm: STOP**😭
you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.
girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?
ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻
GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️
S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.
elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)
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make it to morning - jimmy u. 2
gif credit @punksrhea.
the tales of 2 roommates, and 1 man.
warning: unprotected sex, possessiveness, cheating, fingering, sex tapes, pillow talk, oral sex (both m and f receiving), exhibitionism, manipulation, (warnings will update as story progresses)
word count: 9.2k (yes, yes. I know. BUT CMONNN)
idea completely credited to @msbigredmachine <3
three weeks had passed since that night.
the miami summer had settled into its full, oppressive heat. malasia had become a master of avoidance, constructing her life around the space where jimmy might appear.
the first week, she'd booked a hotel room at a budget chain on the boulevard. three nights of scratchy sheets and the distant hum of traffic had cost her nearly a quarter of a website commission, but it had given her space to breathe, to think, to scrub her skin raw in a shower that never quite got hot enough.
she'd told trinity she was visiting a college friend passing through town—a lie that had slipped from her lips with disturbing ease.
the second week, when trinity mentioned jimmy would be staying over the weekend, malasia had packed her laptop and enough clothes for three days, claiming a last-minute business trip to tampa.
she'd actually spent sixty-seven hours in a beachside airbnb in hollywood, fifteen miles north, watching the waves crash against the shore and jumping at every notification on her phone.
by the third week, she'd established a routine. she woke at five am, before trinity or any potential overnight guests might stir. she'd slip out of the apartment in predawn darkness, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and drive thirty minutes to a coffee shop where nobody knew her name.
asia waited till it was safe: safe meaning trinity would be at work, preparing for the dinner shift at the restaurant. safe meaning no chance of jimmy's matte black g-wagon parked in the visitor's spot.
no chance of them falling onto my bed again.
malasia sat in her usual spot at café mills, staring at her laptop screen without really seeing it. the code blurred before her eyes, her fingers hovering motionless over the keyboard. she'd slept poorly again, dreams filled with jimmy's hands, his voice in her ear, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress.
she'd wake gasping, sheets twisted around her legs, and her arousal staining the bed sheets. she couldn't deny the torturous ache left within her, or the way her pussy would randomly clench around nothing. she felt ruined.
the messages had been relentless. jimmy's name appearing on her phone screen like a haunting, each text more possessive than the last. over 42 text from jimmy within the last few weeks:
the first one innocent enough to make her heart skip before dread settled in: "you good, ma? ain't seen you around."
"missing you mama. been thinking bout how you felt wrapped around me."
"saw you jet out this mornin'. them blue workout shorts look good, baby."
"you thinking bout me, when you touch yo'self? i bet you do."
"this ain't over, asia. y'know that. you can run all you want."
"i miss that pussy so bad. nobody take it, like you do lil mama."
the latest had come with a video—his hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself, his movements moving rhythmically as he called out her name.
"shit, asia. you so fuckin' pretty, baby."
she'd deleted it immediately, but the video had burned itself into her memory.
malasia checked the time—4:17 PM. Trinity should be at work by now, preparing for the dinner rush. she gathered her things, sliding her laptop into its protective sleeve and draining the last of her cold coffee. the caffeine did little to settle her nerves as she contemplated returning to the apartment.
she pulled into her assigned parking spot, noting with relief that trinity's cherry-red audi was gone from its usual place. perfect. she'd have the apartment to herself.
the relief was short-lived.
as she approached their building, she noticed unfamiliar cars in the visitor parking—a white range rover and a silver tesla. probably for other units, she reasoned, quickening her pace. the elevator ride to the fourth floor felt interminable, her heart rate increasing with each illuminated number.
trinity wouldn't be home for hours. the restaurant didn't close until midnight, and trinity usually stayed for cleanup, sometimes joining coworkers for drinks afterward. it was only wednesday—not a night jimmy typically stayed over. the apartment would be empty, quiet, safe.
she stepped inside, dropping her keys into the ceramic bowl on the console table—a habit trinity had insisted upon after finding malasia's keys in the refrigerator one sleep-deprived morning.
the first indication that something was wrong was the music—low, throbbing r&b filtering from the living room. malasia froze, her fingers still on the light switch. the second indication was laughter—feminine, unfamiliar, followed by the unmistakable timbre of a voice that had haunted her dreams for three weeks.
trinity was home. trinity was home with friends. trinity was home with friends and...jimmy.
"well, look who came home," he drawled, his eyes traveling the length of her body with dark eyes
"there she is!" trinity called out, her voice carrying the slight lilt that indicated she was already two drinks in. "the ghost of south beach returns."
beside her sat a girl malasia vaguely recognized from trinity's Instagram—zara or zuri, something with a z—her box braids cascading down her back as she sipped from a wineglass.
malasia's fingers tightened around her laptop bag, knuckles whitening. "I thought… don't you work tonight?"
trinity waved her hand dismissively. "manager had to cut staff. slow night." she gestured toward the kitchen.
"come join us!" the girl on the floor said, as she moved over to make room on the couch for asia
"i—i have work to finish," malasia stammered, eyes darting everywhere but to the armchair where jimmy sat watching her, his dark eyes tracking her every movement. "just gonna head to my room."
"come on, asia," jimmy said, her nickname rolling off his tongue like honey, thick and sweet and dangerous. "one drink won't kill you."
the familiarity in his voice sent shivers racing down her spine. did trinity notice? could she hear the intimacy, the possession in the way jimmy said her name?
"you've been mia weeks. sit down. be human for once," trinity agreed
malasia hesitated, frozen between flight and the social obligation to stay. a third girl emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of wine and an extra glass. she was tall, statuesque, with a crown of natural curls and skin the color of burnished copper.
"you must be the mysterious roommate," the newcomer said, her smile genuine and warm. "i'm nia. trinity's friend."
"malasia," she replied automatically, accepting the glass nia pressed into her hands. "nice to meet you."
malasia found herself seated on the edge of the sofa, as far from jimmy as the furniture allowed, but still within his line of sight. she could feel his eyes on her—hot, possessive, knowing—as she took a sip of wine to wet her suddenly dry throat.
the wine was dry, acidic against her tongue—nothing like the syrupy tequila that had clouded her judgment that night. malasia took another sip, hoping the alcohol might calm her hammering heart.
zuri—that was her name, malasia remembered now—leaned forward, her box braids falling over one shoulder like a glossy waterfall. she wore a cropped sweater that exposed a strip of toned midriff, her nails painted a vibrant coral that flashed like warning signals when she gestured.
"so what do you do, anyway?" zuri asked, her gaze curious and appraising. "trinity says you're always on your laptop, but she's never actually said what you do."
the question was innocent enough, but malasia felt herself tensing anyway.
"i design websites," malasia answered, her fingers tracing the stem of her wineglass. "mostly for small businesses and startups."
"oh, that's dope," nia chimed in, settling cross-legged on the plush rug. her curls caught the light from the floor lamp, creating a halo effect around her face. "freelance? or do you work for a company?"
"freelance," malasia replied, warming slightly to the topic. work was safe. work was neutral territory. "i was with an agency in chicago, but when i moved here, i decided to go independent. more flexibility."
"chicago to miami is a whole vibe change," zuri noted, her bangles clinking musically as she reached for her glass. "what made you leave? the winters?"
malasia's smile faltered, "j—just wanted a change. y'know?"
"ouuu. was it a breakup gone bad? girl don't i know it. niggas are thee worst." nia chimed in, throwing back her last gulp of wine
malasia shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of jimmy's unwavering gaze from across the room. his jawline had tightened, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly at the mention of her past.
"it wasn't that dramatic," malasia offered, focusing on the crimson liquid swirling in her glass. "just a relationship that ran its course after five years."
"five years?" nia whistled low. "that's practically a marriage in today's dating world. what happened? he cheat?"
the wine suddenly tasted bitter on Malasia's tongue. marcus hadn't cheated—that would have been simpler, cleaner somehow. instead, he'd simply stopped seeing her, as though she'd gradually become transparent over the years until one day, she was completely invisible to him.
"he just…decided he didn't want the same things anymore," malasia said carefully, aware of how jimmy had leaned forward in his seat, hanging on her every word. "said he wasn't ready for the next steps."
"sounds like some weak shit to me," jimmy continued, his voice dropping an octave lower. "real man knows what he wants. takes it. keeps it."
malasia swallowed hard, the wine turning to ash in her mouth. every word felt like a secret message meant only for her, laden with memories of his hands on her body, his voice in her ear. she set her glass down with shaking fingers, suddenly desperate for escape.
"maybe yo man just wasn't worthy," he said, still looking directly at malasia while addressing the room. "some women need to be handled right. need someone who knows they value."
"i should really finish this project," she managed, gesturing vaguely toward her laptop bag. "deadline tomorrow."
"girl, it's barely seven," nia protested, reaching for the wine bottle. "the night is young! trinity says your lame, ugh."
"i've been busy with work," malasia defended weakly, avoiding trinity's penetrating gaze.
trinity rolled her eyes, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a deliberate sip. "work, work, work. that's all we ever hear from you. like sitting on your laptop in pajamas all day is such hard labor."
the room fell silent, the music suddenly seeming too loud in the awkward pause. malasia felt heat creeping up her neck, spreading across her cheeks in a flush that was part embarrassment, part anger.
"i mean," trinity continued, leaning back against the couch cushions with casual cruelty, "designing websites isn't even a real job. it's like, what? dragging and dropping pictures and typing some words? my twelve-year-old cousin could probably do that."
jimmy's eyes narrowed slightly, but a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth. he seemed to be enjoying the show.
"but hey," trinity shrugged, raising her glass in mock toast, "if it keeps the bills paid, whatever. at least your rent checks don't bounce. whatever imaginary job you got, keeps you off your ass forsure."
malasia's fingers curled around the edge of the sofa, nails digging into the fabric. the dismissal of her career—her passion—stung more than it should have. five years of design school, countless all-nighters perfecting her craft, clients who valued her work enough to pay thousands for it—all reduced to "not even a real job."
"damn, trin," nia said, her eyebrows shooting up. "you didn't have to go there."
"what?" trinity's laugh was sharp, defensive. "i'm just saying what we're all thinking. she acts like she's saving someones life or something."
zuri shifted uncomfortably, placing her glass on the coffee table. "i actually think website design is pretty dope. my cousin started an online boutique last year, and the designer she hired made all the difference in her sales."
"thank you," malasia said firmly, finding her voice at last. she stood, gathering her laptop bag, "but trinity's entitled to her opinion. even if it lacks any narrative."
trinity's eyes flashed dangerously. "excuse me?"
"girl, let it go," zuri murmured, placing a cautioning hand on Trinity's arm. "you're being extra right now."
but Trinity shook her off, rising to her feet to face Malasia directly. "i work my ass off serving entitled rich people every night while you sit here in our air-conditioned apartment tapping on a keyboard. don't talk to me about lacking narrative...i know nothing about you."
jimmy leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, watching the confrontation with glittering eyes. the tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife.
"exactly. lets keep it like that." malasia stated, before turning on her heels to head to her room.
she didn't miss the audible "bitch" that came from trinity before she disappeared into the hall. she could feel jimmy's gaze burning into her back, tracking her retreat like a predator noting the weakness of its prey.
"you really had to do all that shit?" jimmy finally spoke, his tone carrying a warning edge, "why you care what she do with her life? let the girl work if she wants to. not everyone wanna be apart of that social shit."
malasia waited outside her bedroom door to hear his defense, if it could be called that. it felt worse than trinity's attack. the subtle condescension, the faint note of pity—it all confirmed what malasia had suspected since that night: in jimmy's eyes, she was nothing more than a convenient distraction, a secret to be kept, a weakness to be exploited.
what she didn't expect is moment's later her phone to light up:
you aight mama? you need me?
she face palmed. she didn't know if she wanted to march back in that room and slap the shit out of him, or just scream her head off. she choose better:
don't ever fucking contact me again.
jimmy's response came almost instantly: don't be like that, ma. you know it ain't that simple.
malasia stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the block button. with a decisive press, she blocked his number, then deleted their entire message thread. a wave of relief washed over her, followed immediately by a hollow ache she refused to acknowledge.
she tossed her phone onto the bed and leaned against the door, sliding down until she sat on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. outside, she could hear the muffled sounds of conversation resuming, trinity's laughter cutting through the music. malasia closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but instead found herself transported back to that night.
the memory came unbidden–jimmy's hands gripping her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the way he'd looked at her with such hunger. her body responded traitorously to the recollection, a pulse of heat between her legs that made her press her thighs together in frustration.
"fuck," she whispered to the empty room, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.
the morning after had been worse than the act itself. she'd woken to an empty bed, the only evidence of what they'd done dried on her inner thighs and sheets. her cunt still wet and pulsing in her panties.
trinity had already left for brunch with friends–a small mercy that had allowed malasia to strip her bed without explanation, to scrub herself raw in the shower as if she could wash away the betrayal along with the physical evidence.
she'd turned the shower as hot as she could stand it, steam billowing around her as she stepped under the spray. with trembling fingers, she'd washed away the physical remnants of jimmy—his dried cum, sticky against her inner thighs, dissolving under the relentless water.
but as she'd scrubbed, something unexpected happened. the memory of his hands on her body, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the way he'd filled her so completely—it all came rushing back with an intensity that made her gasp. her nipples had hardened under the spray, her body remembering what her conscience wished to forget.
her fingers has a mind of their own. without a conscious thought, her fingers found her swollen bud. she let out a gasp as she began to rub circles on her clit. she grabbed the shower head off the wall. angling it towards her clit.
asia's quiet moans started to feel the air, she moved two fingers down to her pussy. she was soaked. she'd caught with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle her cries, jimmy's name a forbidden thought she refused to acknowledge. she spread her fingers into a 'v' to stretch herself, the same way jimmy had.
after a few movements, she felt her pussy flutter around her fingers before she clamped down and flooded her hand. her knees buckled from the force, and she slid down the shower wall. letting the water wash away her tears of shame along with the evidence of her weakness.
now, just weeks later, in the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom with jimmy's presence just walls away, the memory of that morning made her face burn with humiliation.
how could her body betray her like that? how could she still feel this pull toward someone who used her for a night and betrayed his own relationship; a secret to be kept from her own roommate?
malasia sat on her bed for what felt like hours. the room getting smaller by the minute.
the distant laughter from the living room eventually faded. asia heard the front door open and close as trinity's friends departed, followed by hushed conversations she couldn't quite make out. she remained motionless on her bed, staring at the ceiling fan's hypnotic rotation until the apartment fell silent.
the digital clock on her nightstand glowed 11:42 PM. she hadn't eaten dinner, hadn't showered, hadn't done anything productive since retreating to her room. her laptop remained untouched in its bag. the client deadline loomed, but her mind refused to focus on anything except the knowledge that jimmy had been just beyond her door, laughing with his girlfriend, while texting her in the next.
asia sat up, running her hands through her hair. sleep seemed impossible, but she couldn't bear being awake with her thoughts anymore. she reached for the small bottle of melatonin on her nightstand—a recent purchase that had become essential.
without it, she'd lie awake for hours, replaying that night, feeling phantom touches on her skin.
she swallowed two gummies, chasing them with lukewarm water from the glass she'd left there that morning. the cherry flavor lingered on her tongue as she changed into sleep shorts and a tank top. the miami heat made anything more unbearable, even with the air conditioning humming steadily.
ss she settled under her thin sheet, ssia tried to quiet her mind. The melatonin would take twenty minutes to kick in—twenty minutes of dangerous thoughts she couldn't afford.
she reached for her phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media, trying to distract herself from the memories that threatened to surface.
eventually, the artificial drowsiness began to take hold. her eyelids grew heavy, her limbs loose and warm. she set her phone aside and surrendered to the chemical calm washing over her. her last conscious thought was relief that tomorrow was thursday—trinity would be working a double shift.
the apartment would be hers. alone.
the sensation came gradually—warm lips against her neck, gentle at first, then more insistent. asia stirred, caught in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness. the kisses felt so real, trailing down to her collarbone, back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. the weight on her body seemed substantial, not the phantom pressure of a dream.
her body responded before her mind fully awoke—a liquid heat pooling between her thighs, her nipples hardening beneath her thin tank top. when large hands skimmed down her sides to hook into the waistband of her sleep shorts, reality crashed through the melatonin fog.
her eyes flew open to find jimmy above her, his face half-shadowed in the darkness. he was slowly lowering her shorts and panties in one motion, his movements deliberate, unhurried, as if he had every right to be there.
"what—" she began, but her voice was thick with sleep and confusion.
"shh," jimmy whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "you smell so fuckin' good, ma."
"jimmy," she gasped, her mind struggling against the melatonin haze. "you can't be here—"
he ignored her and continued placing hot kisses along her neck, as she pushed against his chest, "we can't—not again—"
"trinity's right down the hall," he reminds her, his lips brushing against her ear. "you want her to hear how good I'm fuckin' you? hm? you gotta be quiet."
she shook her hand frantically as horror shot down her spine. asia's back arched involuntarily as he curled his finger inside her, finding that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. her protest died on her lips, replaced by a moan she couldn't suppress. she heard the faint squelching noises as his fingers moved in and out her pussy.
"you so fuckin' wet, mama. all for me, too. just for me." he whispered into her ear
a moan escaped her lips as his thumb circled her clit. immediately, his large hand covered her mouth, pressing firmly enough to silence her but not enough to restrict her breathing.
"i said quiet," he reminded her, eyes glittering dangerously in the darkness. "you gonna be good for me?"
asia's hands came up to push against his chest, a token resistance that felt more like going through the motions than genuine rejection. his muscular frame didn't budge under her palms.
with one smooth thrust, jimmy buried himself inside her. her back arched off the bed, a scream trapped behind his hand as he filled her completely. he remained still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her cunt pulsing around him.
"there she is," he murmurs appreciatively as her body surrenders. "there's my girl."
asia whimpers beneath his palm, tears now flowing freely down her temples into her hair. the truth of his words cuts deeper than she wants to admit. her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him deeper.
"fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. "yo ass so perfect, asia."
jimmy's rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. His hand remained firmly over her mouth, catching every gasp, every whimper that threatened to escape. the headboard creaked faintly with their movement. they both knew where they'd be heading if they kept up.
"we gotta move," jimmy whispered, his voice rough with desire. "this bed too damn loud, mama."
he withdrew suddenly, leaving her empty and aching. before she could protest, he pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. his tongue circling her own, to remember her taste.
"shhh," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low command that sent shivers down her spine. "not one sound. you understand me?"
asia nodded, her eyes wide in the darkness, pupils blown with a mixture of fear and desperate want.
"good girl," he murmured, approval warming his tone as he slid his large hands beneath her thighs.
in one fluid motion, jimmy lifted her into his arms. she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, feeling his dick press in-between her folds as he stood. her weight seemed inconsequential in his strong grip, his muscles flexing as he adjusted her position.
he carried her across the room in three long strides, her back meeting the cool wood of her bedroom door with a soft thud. the contrast between the cold surface against her shoulder blades and jimmy's burning heat pressed against her front sent shivers racing down her spine.
he adjusted his grip, strong hands cupping her ass, spreading her wider as he positioned himself at her entrance again, "right here, baby. this how i wanna fuck you. wrap your legs around me tight...just like that."
she complied, locking her ankles at the small of his back as he pressed her against the bedroom door. she tangled her hands in his hair as she pressed her lips to his.
shit, what was she doing?
he rubbed himself between her folds, before slamming inside her in one thrust. asia bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out, the sensation of being so completely filled overwhelming her senses. The angle was devastating—deeper than before, hitting places inside her that made coherent thought impossible.
the wet slick of her arousal coating his length with each thrust, the soft thud of her back against the door, their mingled breathing harsh in the darkness.
"look at chu," he growled, his pace relentless as he drove into her. "takin' all of me so good."
jimmy shifted his grip on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he adjusted their position against the door. he spread her legs wider, the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper inside her. fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down onto his cock with each upward thrust.
the obscene wet sounds of their connection filled the darkness—slick, rhythmic squelches that made asia's face burn with equal parts shame and arousal. each thrust forced more of her wetness to coat his length, dripping down to where his balls slapped against her with every deep plunge.
"jimmy," she gasped, her voice barely audible as she fought to keep quiet. her head fell back against the door with a soft thud, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat to his hungry mouth.
he immediately latched onto her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide tomorrow. his hips never stopped their relentless pace, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside. her pussy gripping him tightly with each withdrawal, only to yield completely as he drove back in.
her wetness had soaked them both, making each thrust smoother, deeper than the last.
"you feel that?" he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper against her ear. "feel how perfect we fit? nobody else makes you this wet, do they?"
asia shook her head, unable to deny the truth of his words. her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. the pressure was building low in her belly, coiling tighter with each stroke.
"that's right," jimmy continued, his pace increasing as he felt her response. "this pussy's mines. you mines."
she clenched around him greedily, her toes begin to stopped from curling them so tightly, "i can't—" she whimpered, her thighs beginning to tremble around his waist. "it's too much."
"nah, mama," he growled, tightening his grip on her ass. "you can take it. you were made for this dick."
he quickened his pace, fucking into her with abandon now. the slapping sound of skin against skin grew louder, more urgent. asia buried her face against his shoulder to muffle her cries, teeth sinking into his shoulder.
jimmy's hands kneaded her ass, spreading her cheeks further apart as he continued his assault. the position left her completely exposed, completely at his mercy. one of his fingers traced the edge of her puckered hole, before pushing through it making her gasp.
"you like that?" he murmured, watching her reactions carefully even in the dim light. "
she could only nod frantically against his shoulder as pleasure built to unbearable heights. her clit rubbed against his lower abdomen with each thrust, providing the perfect friction to push her toward the edge.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "squeeze this dick, baby. show me how good it feels."
she turned her face to capture his mouth with hers, moaning against his lips as the first tremors of her orgasm began to ripple through her.
jimmy swallowed her sounds, his kiss turning desperate and messy as he felt her tightening around him. "that's it," he encouraged between kisses, "fuck, you squeezin' me so good."
her body tensed, every nerve ending electrified as her orgasm approached. jimmy's rhythm grew erratic, his breathing harsh against her neck.
"goddamn," jimmy groaned against her lips, his rhythm faltering slightly as her pussy gripped him tighter. "i'm about to cum, baby. fuck, i can't—i can't hold it.
his thrusts became desperate, frantic. asia clung to him, her mind spinning between ecstasy and guilt. trinity's face flashed behind her closed eyelids—trinity, who was sleeping just down the hall, whose boyfriend was currently buried inside her. the shame should have doused her desire, but somehow it only intensified the forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.
this is the last time, she promised herself, the same empty vow she'd made that first night. just one more time.
then never again.
no matter how asia felt, the way trinity had dismissed her earlier, talked down to her in front of everyone. the casual cruelty in her voice when she'd called website design "not even a real job." trinity was still her roommate.
and she knew trinity would vow the rest of her fucking life to make asia's a living hell if she knew what was going on behind this door. unaware of the betrayal happening against asia's bedroom door. the guilt sliced through her pleasure for a brief moment.
but fuck it if, she didn't want to scream so loud at the way he was fucking her.
before she could process his words, jimmy pressed a second finger alongside the first into her ass, stretching her deliciously. the dual penetration—his thick length filling her pussy while his fingers worked her other entrance—pushed her beyond coherent thought.
the dual penetration sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm flooded her core. s
he squirted around his dick, her release soaking them both as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. the hot liquid ran down his thighs, dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath them. the intensity of her squirting orgasm took them both by surprise—jimmy's eyes widening as he felt the hot rush of her release bathing him.
she never did that...for anyone.
"ah—i gotta pull out," he panted against her neck, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "shit, i can't stop—you feel too fucking good. that's it, baby. keep cumin for me. that's right."
he tried to withdraw, but asia's legs tightened around him instinctively, keeping him buried deep inside her. his let out choked pants against her neck, as his hips stuttered from her cunt milking him. she felt the hot spurts of his release, filling her completely as he came with a muffled groan against her neck.
she couldn't think. the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms, aftershocks rippling through her as jimmy continued to drain himself.
for several heartbeats, they remained frozen in that position—her back pressed against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, his face pressed deeply in her neck. jimmy's fingers slowly withdrew from her back entrance, his softening cock still buried inside her as he pressed gentle kisses along her jawline.
reality began to seep back in as their breathing slowed. the weight of what they'd done—again—settled over asia like a shroud.
jimmy's breath was hot against her ear as he held her against the door, their bodies still joined, both slick with sweat and their combined release. the aftermath of their passion hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.
"tell me," he whispered, his voice a rough command that sent shivers down her spine. "tell me how good you felt."
malasia turned her face away, shame burning through her even as her body still trembled with aftershocks. jimmy wouldn't have it. his hand came up to grip her chin, turning her face back toward him.
"nah. look at me when i'm talking to you. tell me how good I made you feel. be honest."
her voice caught in her throat. "jimmy, please—"
tears welled in her eyes, "it felt good," she whispered, the words dragged from somewhere deep inside her. "so good."
a malicious smirk spread across his face. "yeah? what else? tell me how you like it."
"i—i liked when you…" she swallowed hard, the confession burning her throat like acid. "when you filled me up...when you were so deep i couldn't think straight. i've never—" she broke off, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"never what, mama?" he pressed, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top.
"i never came that hard before. so much." she admitted. her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face
his eyes darkened with renewed desire. "that's my girl," he murmured, leaning forward to capture her lips in a possessive kiss. "you were made for me. this pussy was made for me, mama."
jimmy noticed her shudder. he knew she was about to break down into another hysteria of tears like the last time. he needed to talk to her. he knew he couldn't say it right there.
he navigated through the darkness of her bedroom toward the en-suite bathroom, his steps steady and confident, as his softening dick was still slotted inside her. each step sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her oversensitive body.
"what are you—" he silenced her with a hard kiss as he shouldered open the bathroom door. the cold marble counter shocked her heated skin as he set her down, their bodies still connected.
the position pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing a gasp from her lips that he swallowed with another kiss.
with one hand, he flicked on the bathroom light, the sudden brightness making asia blink rapidly as her eyes adjusted. the mirror above the sink reflected their joined bodies—her legs wrapped around his waist, his large hands supporting her weight, both of them slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion.
in the harsh fluorescent light, malasia could see everything clearly now—especially, the possessive gleam in jimmy's eyes. the mirror behind her reflected her flushed face, her swollen lips, her hair wild from his hands.
his hand came up to cradle her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone with unexpected tenderness. then his grip tightened, fingers pressing into her jaw as he forced her to meet his gaze.
"y'know zuri and nia were talking about setting you up with zuri's brother?" jimmy said suddenly, his voice casual but his eyes sharp as blades. "they think you need to get out more. meet someone."
asia's eyes widened in surprise. "what? no, i—"
"you think i'm gonna let that happen?" jimmy continued, his thumb catching a tear as it rolled down her face. "nah. that ain't happening."
a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. expecting her to stay...in whatever bubble she was in? alone at that, all while he was in a relationship was fucking crazy.
his free hand slid between their bodies to where they were still joined, his fingers circling her sensitive clit. asia gasped, her body responding instantly despite her emotional turmoil.
"see how yo body knows?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "how it recognizes who it belongs to?"
"jimmy," she whimpered, her voice breaking on his name.
"you belong to me, yea?" he demanded, his fingers pressing more insistently against her swollen bud while his other hand maintained its grip on her face. "say it."
asia sobbed quietly, torn between the pleasure building again in her core and the guilt crushing her chest. she nodded weakly, unable to form words through her tears.
"nah, that ain't enough," jimmy insisted, his voice hardening. "i need t'hear you say it. who you belong to?"
"you," she finally whispered, the admission dragged from somewhere deep inside her. "i belong to you, jimmy."
satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, his grip on her face softening slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
"that's my girl," he murmured against her lips. "that's what I needed to hear."
asia's mind raced, thoughts swirling chaotically despite the renewed desire coursing through her veins. she couldn't deny the physical connection between them—how her body responded to his touch like it had been crafted specifically for his hands—but the reality of their situation couldn't be ignored.
the truth of it burned through her veins like acid—she did belong to him, in ways she couldn't articulate even to herself. Her body had surrendered completely, her will crumbling beneath the force of his desire and her own dangerous need.
asia found her voice, small and broken. "but you…you belong to trinity."
the words hung between them, the elephant that had been in the room since that first night. the betrayal they both participated in, the trust they violated with every touch, every kiss, every shared climax.
jimmy's expression didn't change. his eyes remained fixed on hers, unblinking, unflinching. "so what?"
the casual dismissal hit her like a physical blow. two simple words that revealed the true depth of his character—or lack thereof. She stared at him, seeing him clearly for the first time despite the weeks of obsessing over him, dreaming of him, running from him.
"so what?" he repeated, his thumb wiping
"so what?" she stared at him in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? so fucking what?"
his expression shifted, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. his grip on her jaw tightened fractionally before he released a low, dismissive laugh.
"so what?" he asked again, "that doesn't change what's between us. what's happening right here." he shifted his hips, causing her to shut her eyes tightly, reminding her he was still buried deeply inside her.
the bathroom mirror reflects their entangled bodies—her perched on the counter, legs still wrapped loosely around his waist, his powerful frame standing between her thighs. the image is undeniably erotic— had this all been different; if he was her man, she'd be ready to let him fuck her right on the counter.
but all she feels now is hollow.
"how can you say that?" she asks, another tear escaping despite her effort to hold it back. "how can this be separate? you're her boyfriend, jimmy. this isn't—this isn't right. i'm done doing this."
jimmy leans closer, his breath warm against her lips. "life ain't about right and wrong, ma. it's about what feels good." his thumb traces her bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. "and this feels good, don't it? me inside you? the way i make you cum?"
he rolls his hips slightly, causing her breath to hitch. her body responds traitorously, inner walls clenching around him even as her mind rebels against his words.
"that's not the point," she insists, trying to ignore the way her body still hums with residual pleasure. "we can't keep doing this. i can't keep doing this."
"you said that last time, remember?," jimmy points out, his smirk growing wider. his hand slides between their bodies, finding her sensitive clit with practiced ease. "yet here we are again."
she tries to shift away from his touch, but the bathroom counter gives her nowhere to retreat. his fingers circle her swollen bud with deliberate pressure as his dick begins to harden inside her again.
"jimmy, i mean it this time," she protests, her voice strained as her body betrays her once more. the tears have dried on her cheeks, replaced by a flush of unwanted arousal. "we can't—i won't—"
but her words falter as he begins to move his hips in slow, measured thrusts. each drag of his length against her sensitive walls sends electric currents racing up her spine despite her determination to resist.
"i thought you didn't want this, mama?" he whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her skin, "why you so wet right now? hm?"
asia turns her face away, shame burning through her even as pleasure builds again in her pussy. "that's just physical," she manages to say, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears. "it doesn't mean anything."
jimmy's laugh is low, dangerous. "then let's make a deal, mama." His pace increases slightly, the wet sounds of their connection filling the bathroom's tiled space. "if you don't cum for me, one mo' time—right now—i'll leave you alone. for good."
she looks at him then, searching his face for any sign of deception. "you're lying."
"nah, I'm serious." his thumb applies more pressure to her clit as his hips maintain their relentless rhythm. "no more texts. no mo' visits. nothin."
the offer dangling before her feels like salvation and torture simultaneously. asia closes her eyes, determined to resist the pleasure building within her. she thinks of trinity sleeping down the hall, of the betrayal that has become a habit, of the self-respect she's sacrificed for these stolen moments.
she tries everything—mentally reciting website code, counting backward from one hundred, focusing on the cold press of the counter against her thighs—anything to distract her.
jimmy seemed to read her mind, changing his angle slightly to brush against her most sensitive spot with each pump.
"that's cheating!," she gasped, her thighs beginning to tremble despite her best efforts, "oh god—i can't—"
she could feel herself getting wetter, her inner walls gripping him tighter with each thrust.
"cum for me, baby. i'm right here, witchu." jimmy encouraged, embracing her into a deep bear hug, "lemme feel it."
she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. but her body had other plans. the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo, her resistance crumbling beneath the relentless assault of sensation. with a broken cry, she felt her stomach tighten before a warmth washed over them and she gushed over his dick.
his eyes gleamed with victory, that infuriating smirk spreading across his face. "your mouth say one thing, but your body tell me truth every time."
asia buried her face into his neck, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. Shame and pleasure warred within her, neither willing to claim complete victory. her thighs still trembled from the force of her orgasm, and her cunt still clamping tightly onto his dick.
jimmy pulled out of her with deliberate slowness, savoring the whimper that escaped her lips at the sudden emptiness. their combined releases trickled down her inner thighs, marking her in the most primal way possible.
he stepped back, admiring the sight of her—disheveled, flushed, thoroughly claimed. he bit down on his lip at the sight of her red swollen cunt leaking their combined essence onto the counter.
with unexpected gentleness, jimmy slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her from the counter. her legs felt like jelly, unable to support her weight. he carried her the few steps to the toilet, settling himself on the closed lid before positioning her on his lap.
"there you go," he murmured, his large hands spanning her waist. his dick pressed against her ass, already hardening again despite their multiple rounds. "Now you got a choice to make, baby."
asia remained motionless in his lap, her mind a battlefield of conflicting desires. the rational part of her screamed to get up, to walk away, to end this destructive pattern once and for all.
but another part—darker, hungrier—wanted to sink onto him again, to chase that oblivion only he seemed able to provide.
jimmy's hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. his hands gripped her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided her over his still-hard length.
his words hung in the air between them, a gauntlet thrown down with perfect confidence that she wouldn't—couldn't—pick it up. his hands moved to her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles on her skin, neither pushing nor pulling, simply waiting.
her breath came in ragged pants as she battled with herself. trinity's face flashed in her mind—the dismissive way she'd talked about asia's career, the casual cruelty in her tone. then Jimmy's words from earlier: "so what?"
malasia stared down at him, her mind a battlefield of contradictions. this was her chance—the moment to reclaim her dignity, to walk away from this destructive pattern. all she had to do was stand up, step back, tell him to leave.
instead, she found herself frozen in place, caught between desire and self-loathing. jimmy's hands rested lightly on her hips now, neither forcing her down nor holding her in place. the choice was entirely hers.
"clock's ticking, mama," he murmured, his thumbs tracing small circles on her hipbones. "what's it gonna be?"
she looks into his eyes, searching for some sign that this is wrong, that they should stop, but all she finds is that same hungry desire that mirrors her own. time stretches between them like a taffy taffy, seconds turning to minutes.
asia crashes her lips against jimmy's, pouring all her frustration and desire into the kiss. it's messy and desperate, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. his hands slide up her back, tangling in her hair to hold her closer as they devour each other.
with trembling fingers, she reaches down between their bodies, wrapping her hand around his thick length. he's hot and hard against her palm, pulsing with a life of his own. the familiar weight of him sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
she positions him at her entrance, feeling the blunt head press against her swollen folds. despite everything they've already done tonight, her body still craves him with an intensity that frightens her. slowly, agonizingly, she sinks down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he fills her completely.
a small hiss escapes her lips at the delicious stretch, the slight burn of her sensitive tissues accommodating his size again.
"easy, mama," jimmy whispers against her lips
"shut up," she gasps as she continues to rock her hips.
she didn't wanna hear his voice. she didn't even wanna see that stupid dumbass smirk on his face. she wanted to slap him, but fuck him at the same time.
jimmy smirked, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, his eyes darkening with renewed lust. the bathroom's fluorescent light cast harsh shadows across his features, highlighting the predatory satisfaction in his expression. his dick throbbed inside her, growing impossibly harder with each bounce of her body.
"that's it," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "show me how much you want it."
asia's thighs trembled with the effort of lifting herself, her movements becoming more frantic despite her earlier protests.
"i hate you," she whispered, the words lacking conviction as her body betrayed her. "i hate what you make me do."
jimmy's laugh was dark, knowing. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. "your mouth say one thing, but this pussy? it tells me everything i needa know."
he thrust upward to meet her downward motion, hitting spots inside her that made coherent thought impossible. the bathroom filled with the obscene sounds of their connection—skin against skin, the wet suction of her arousal coating him with each movement.
jimmy's triumphant smile cuts through her like a knife. he's won.
they both know it.
"that's right," he murmurs, his hands guiding her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm. "take what's yours, baby.
his thrusts became more insistent, more demanding. the toilet seat creaked beneath them, the porcelain cool against his thighs as she continued to ride him. her movements grew erratic, desperate, as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
"you mine now," he whispers against her lips. "say it."
malasia begins to rock her hips, setting a slow, torturous pace that has them both breathing hard. "i'm yours," she admits, the words tearing something loose inside her.
tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
but whether from pleasure or shame? she couldn't say.
jimmy captures her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping past her lips to claim her completely. his hands guide her movements, lifting her slightly before bringing her back down with increasing force.
"tomorrow," he pants against her neck, "you're coming to my place."
malasia's rhythm falters. "what? i can't—"
his hand comes up to grip her throat, not squeezing but establishing control. "not askin, ma. tellin. trin's got that double shift. you'll come to my spot. spend the day with me, in my bed."
the image set off a fire in her. hours spent in his sheets, nothing but them alone?
asia whimpers at the fantasy, imagining herself sprawled across his sheets, legs spread wide as he takes her again and again. On his kitchen counter, in his shower, bent over his couch—marking every surface as theirs.
every surface he's marked with trinity.
"jimmy—"
"look at me," jimmy demanded, his fingers tightening in her hair. "i wanna see yo face when you cum for me again."
asia's eyes locked with his, unable to look away as the coil of tension in her belly wound tighter. his hand slipped between their bodies, thumb finding her swollen clit, pressing circles into it.
her inner walls clench around him, pussy fluttering with the first tremors of release, "jimmy, ah—" she gasps, her voice breaking on his name, "it feels so good."
the pressure builds between her thighs, that familiar tightening deep in her core. her hips move faster, grinding down on him with desperate need. his fingers work magic on her clit, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses.
"that's it," he growls, watching her face contort with pleasure. "let go for me, baby. flood this dick again."
she can't hold back anymore. hot liquid gushes from her center, soaking them both as she squirts uncontrollably. his grip tightening on her hips as he holds her in place, letting her release wash over him.
jimmy watched her come undone, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he felt her release coat him once more. "that's my girl,"
her body convulses around him, inner muscles gripping his length in rhythmic pulses as she rides out the most intense orgasm of her life.
jimmy holds her through it, his strong arms supporting her trembling body as she comes undone. his lips press kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, and across her face.
"be ready by 10 tomorrow," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers. "after i drop trin off at work."
the mention of trinity's name sends a fresh wave of guilt crashing through asia. her body stiffens in his arms, the afterglow of her orgasm instantly tainted. jimmy feels the change immediately, his fingers tightening on her jaw.
"nah, stop that shit," he commands, forcing her to meet his gaze seeing tears well up in her eyes. "stop thinking 'bout that. focus on us. what we got right here."
she tries to look away, but his grip is firm, "there is no us," she whispers, the words lacking conviction even to her own ears.
asia's eyes fill with fresh tears, but jimmy wipes them away before they can fall. the actions of her betrayal filing her chest again.
"pack a bag too," his voice dropping to that honey-smooth tone that makes her insides liquify despite her better judgment.
"a bag?" she repeated
"might keep you there for a lil minute." his hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing possessively
asia nods, defeated and aroused in equal measure. she was unable to form words as conflicting emotions war within her chest. desire and shame. anticipation and guilt. hunger and self-loathing.
her gaze drops to where they're still joined, noticing the absence of the familiar warmth that should have followed his release.
"you didn't cum again," she observes quietly, her gaze pinned on them still intwined.
"that's what you wanted, mama?" he lifts her slightly, his still-hard length slipping from her body with a wet sound that makes her face flush.
he stands, lifting her easily in his strong arms. she feels boneless, utterly spent, as he carries her the sit on the counter again.
asia watches as he stands and dampens a washcloth at the sink. the fluorescent light catches the defined muscles of his back, the strength in his shoulders as he wrings out the excess water.
the warm cloth touches her sensitive flesh, and she hisses, her eyes clinching shut at the contact. jimmy works methodically, cleaning away the evidence of their coupling with unexpected gentleness.
his fingers brush against her tender folds through the cloth, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her overstimulated nerves.
"i know, baby, i know." he soothes, pressing kisses across her cheeks., "you so pretty, mama."
his praise washes over her, a balm to her conflicted soul. despite everything—the betrayal, the guilt, the shame—part of her preens under his approval, desperate for more.
jimmy lifts her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as if she weighs nothing. her head falls naturally to his shoulder, her body boneless with exhaustion and spent passion. he carries her from the bathroom to her bedroom, navigating through the darkness with surprising sureness.
the sheets are cool against her heated skin as he lays her down with unexpected care. asia watches through heavy-lidded eyes as he retrieves her discarded panties from the floor.
"lift," he instructs softly, and she raises her hips automatically, allowing him to slide the cotton fabric up her legs and over her thighs.
jimmy sits on the edge of the bed, his weight creating a dip in the mattress that rolls her slightly toward him. his large hand comes to rest on her hip, sliding down to cup her ass through her panties. he gives a gentle squeeze, jiggling the flesh playfully before bending to capture her mouth.
his tongue flicks inside, tasting her deeply as though committing her flavor to memory. when he pulls back, his eyes are dark and possessive.
"ten," he reminds her, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. "be ready."
asia nods, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, making her thoughts heavy and slow. she knows she should protest, should end this before it consumes her completely, but the words won't come.
instead, she reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair bringing his lips back to hers. with one last peck, jimmy kissed her forehead before standing to leave her room quietly.
asia collapses against the pillows. the scent of him lingers on her skin despite his efforts to clean her. she pulls the comforter over her naked body, seeking warmth that has nothing to do with temperature.
tomorrow. 10am. his place.
she reaches for her phone, her fingers hover over the screen, tempted to search for available apartments in the area. she should move out. should remove herself from this toxic triangle before it consumes her completely.
"just one more time," she whispers to the empty room, "tomorrow, and then I'm done."
she closes her eyes, knowing sleep will be elusive, but hoping for at least a few hours of peace before morning comes.
before she makes yet another choice she'll both treasure and regret.
before she becomes even more his than she already is.
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A growing promise
Pieces of us -masterlist 
Harry Styles x fem!reader
Summary: When a late period and a quiet hotel bathroom spark a spiral of fear, hope, and questions too big to answer alone, you find yourself facing a moment that might change everything.



march 2022
You’d felt off for days now.
At first, you chalked it up to the chaos of touring—jet lag, the endless stream of different foods, strange hotel beds, the exhaustion of chasing city after city with Harry. You told yourself it was the stress, the lack of routine. Your body was just tired, that was all.
But when your phone buzzed that morning, displaying a notification from your period tracker—“Have you gotten your period yet?”—something twisted in your stomach. You froze, staring at the screen. You hadn’t. And it was late.
Your breath caught. Surely not.
Still, the thought started whispering its way through your mind, insistent and unrelenting. Could it be?
You didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t be pregnant. You were careful. Always. And yet, a tiny voice inside you insisted on one thing: take the test. Just to rule it out. Just to shut up the “what if.”
You slipped on sunglasses, grabbed your coat, and headed out into the gray morning. The pharmacy was only a block away, but each step felt heavier than the last. You didn’t let yourself think as you walked through the aisles, grabbed the test, and paid in silence.
Back in the hotel bathroom, you ripped open the box with shaking hands, still convinced this was nothing. Still holding onto denial like a life raft.
You took the test. You set a timer.
Three minutes.
That was all it would take to know. And those three minutes were the longest of your life.
You sank down onto the cool tile floor, arms wrapped around your knees, staring at the test you’d placed on the counter. You tried to breathe evenly, but it was impossible. Your thoughts raced.
What if it’s positive?
What would you say to Harry?
Would you keep it?
Would he want to have a baby with you?
Would it even matter?
Would this change everything—or ruin it all?
Tears blurred your vision before you even realized they’d started falling. Silent, uninvited, they streamed down your cheeks as panic took hold. Your stomach twisted, your chest tight.
Then—beep.
The timer on your phone buzzed.
Your fingers trembled as you reached for the test. You turned it over slowly, afraid of what you’d see.
Two pink lines.
You stopped breathing.
The world tilted slightly on its axis. Your vision tunneled as the realization hit you: you were pregnant.
You sat there for what felt like forever, staring at those lines. Your heart thudded in your chest. You’d always wanted a family. A part of you had dreamed of this. But not like this. Not now, not with things so uncertain. Not with a partner whose life was a whirlwind of rehearsals, travel, and expectations.
Would Harry want this? Could he handle it?
Could you?
The questions flooded in with no answers in sight. But one thing was certain—you had to tell him. And soon.
You didn’t move until you heard the familiar sound of the hotel door open hours later.
“Love?” Harry called softly, setting down his bag. You heard the shuffle of his boots as he walked in. “You here?”
You stepped out of the bathroom, the test still hidden away, but the weight of the truth visible on your face. “Hey,” you said quietly.
He paused when he saw you. “Everything okay?” he asked, concern already clouding his features. He took a step closer. “You look pale—did something happen?”
You nodded slowly, your eyes glistening. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I need to tell you something.”
His hand reached for yours instinctively, thumb brushing your knuckles. “You’re scaring me a bit.”
“I’m pregnant,” you said, the words barely audible, your voice breaking as more tears spilled down your cheeks.
Silence.
For one, two, three seconds, neither of you breathed.
Then, Harry blinked. “You’re serious?” he whispered, voice choked with disbelief. His eyes searched yours, waiting for a sign that this was a joke.
You nodded, laughing through your tears. “Yeah. I’m serious.”
And just like that, something shifted in him. His eyes widened with wonder, and then, slowly, a smile broke across his face. “Oh my God,” he breathed. “Oh my God.” He pulled you into his arms, cradling your head as he held you tight.
“I didn’t know how you’d feel,” you murmured into his chest, clutching his shirt. “I was scared, Harry. You’re always so busy, and I didn’t know if…”
He pulled back enough to look at you. “Hey, hey,” he said softly, brushing the hair from your face. “I know I haven’t been… the most present. And I know the timing’s wild. But this? You? A baby? It’s not scary to me. It’s amazing.”
“I just don’t want to do this alone,” you admitted. “I don’t want our baby to grow up wondering if their dad’s ever coming home.”
He cupped your face gently. “You won’t do this alone,” he promised. “I’m here. I’m in this. Completely.”
Later that night, you lay curled against him in bed, your head on his chest, his hand protectively over your stomach. The room was quiet, bathed in the golden glow of the bedside lamp.
Then, to your surprise, Harry leaned down and whispered against your belly.
“Hi, bubba,” he said softly, smiling like a kid on Christmas. “I’m your daddy.”
You laughed, wiping your eyes again.
“I’m already so desperate to meet you,” he added, his voice full of awe and affection. “And I promise, we’re gonna have the best life. I’ll read you all my favorite books, and your mum’s gonna teach you how to outsmart everyone…”
You reached out and threaded your fingers through his curls, heart full.
Maybe this wasn’t the plan. Maybe the timing was imperfect. But as Harry layed there, talking to a baby that wasn’t even the size of a grape yet, you realized something:
This was the beginning of everything all over again.
—The End—
a/n’s: I’m so sorry for the wait 🫣 I had soooooo much to do but the good thing is I have the next few chapter ready!
-Lots of love, Em.
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heyyy hope you’re okay <3333
could i have a pietro x shy!reader, like literally anything will do (hurt/comfort, fluff, spicy) i just saw pietro in my dream and i need to read about him so baaaad
hi baby! doing well and hope you are too!! love it bc it’s so me😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
PARADOX.
pietro maximoff x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 797
You have a neighbour, he seems quite sweet really. You don’t see much of him, but when you do it’s always brief - either sharing an elevator ride to your apartment floor, or bumping into each other when you collect mail. The encounters were always short, almost non-existent.
You’ve never spoken more than five casual words before, but you liked seeing him around. And sometimes, you’d look forward to those fleeting moments when you’d see him around the apartment building. That’s not to say you were spying on him, or posing as some sort of stalker - but instead, the liking you had taken to him made you fixate on those seconds you’d potentially see one another.
He would always smile and nod at you in passing, but you’d often be too shy or nervous to return it. And instead, you’d find yourself turning your attention to your phone, diverting from his eye contact as you’d find it to be too much.
It was like a paradox. You liked seeing him, but you were too shy to actually see him.
—
Your phone lights up, the notification of your food delivery driver telling you he’s getting close. You didn’t look particularly put together, but it was late and you’re collecting your dinner, so who's to judge.
Kicking your feet into a pair of random shoes by your door, you make your way downstairs - rushing down to meet your driver. But when the elevator stops on the ground floor, you see him, standing by the entrance.
You inhale, the act like you were preparing to make your way over.
He turns around to follow the ding noise, spotting you.
“Hey,” he greets, nodding at you in his usual way.
“Hi,” you reply faintly, moving to stand opposite him by the large glass doors.
He twists to look at you, a quizzical look on his face. “Waiting for food?” he asks.
You smile and nod, holding up your phone, showing the screen with the map of your area - a little bike in the centre. “Are you?” you ask, voice soft.
You’ve never asked him a question before. You felt sick.
He hums, showing you his screen. “What did you order?”
It was like he was eager to keep the conversation going, and so were you, really you were. But you couldn’t help but notice the bile-like taste in your mouth when your mind struggled to reply.
“Pizza,” you faintly chuckle, turning your attention down to the ground between your feet. You pause, forcing yourself to keep it going. “What about you— what did you order?”
“I couldn’t decide, so I ordered from a few places,” he shrugs, chuckling. He lifts his hand from behind his back, showing a bag. “Got my burritos, just waiting on my curries and pizza.”
You snicker, the sound faint but genuine. You wanted to say something, but you didn’t know what. “What uh– what did you get on the pizza?”
“I got veggie,” he says. “I’m watching my figure,” he jokes, rubbing over his belly.
You laugh again, this time it’s louder - like you were growing more comfortable around him. “At least you’re being mindful of what you eat.”
He chuckles, nodding. He pauses, looking like he’s thinking - his eyes focused on the patch of forever lasting dirt on the floor. “I don’t see you around here much. Do you live here?”
You nod. “I live here, just kinda stay in my apartment,” you faintly laugh.
“I uh– I always thought you hated me,” he smiles, shaking his head.
That could not be further from the truth.
“What makes you say that?”
“You never smile back,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Got the impression you don’t like me.”
That’s not true.
“That’s not true,” you shake your head. “I don’t hate you.”
His eyes playfully squint at you, humming in that way as if he’s trying to decide if that was a lie or not. “You can say ‘hi’ first, you know?” he chuckles. “Promise I’m not mean.”
You nod, a subtle smile beginning to shine through. This was the most you’ve ever spoken to him, it was nice –well you felt sick to your stomach– but still, it was nice talking to him. You turn your attention down to your phone, seeing the alert popping up on your screen. It was the only time you wished there was a delay. You wanted to keep talking.
“I uh…” you start, pausing briefly. “I can wait with you while you wait for yours?” you offer and immediately backtrack - feeling nervous from your sudden spurt in social confidence. “Or, I don’t know– just so you’re not waiting in the cold by yourself–”
He cuts you off, stopping you from your verbal spewing. “That would be nice.”
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time's never been on our side - chapter four
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: you and bucky happen to meet by chance one night, and it feels like there is a spark between the two of you - but he has to leave. was this destiny? or cruel fate?
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a/n: it's been *checks notes* almost 2 months since i've updated this fic but i promise i'm not abandoning it. i really love this chapter and have some exciting things planned!! enjoy.
The days following your night with Bucky were a whirlwind. If you and Bucky weren’t out grabbing breakfast one morning then by the afternoon the two of you were taking long walks through the park. And if you still hadn’t seen each other by night time, then you usually met up for dinner or drinks. It was always causal, and consistent.
There hadn’t been a day that passed since Bucky returned that the two of you didn’t see each other. It was like two magnets, drawn to each other every single time.
It was now a little short of two weeks, the increasing anxiety of Bucky's temporary break almost being complete should be plaguing his mind — but it's not. Instead when he hit his pillow at night all he saw was your face, and he’d dream of the day he spent with you, because these days you were the only thing on his mind.
Life had never felt so exciting before. All the years worth of fighting and running all suddenly felt like they had a purpose, like they were leading him to this exact moment. Bucky finally had a reason to wake up in the morning.
There were three more days left of his break. He did his best to not look at his phone and think about Steve's eventual call or where in the world he would be placed on his next mission. Hundreds of miles away from you.
Bucky's mornings didn't seem to drag on as they used to. He didn't wake up from his sleep with hopes that this day would go by fast so it would be over with already. No, he wanted every single second to count. He noticed that he now had some pep in his step as he got ready, humming to himself as he combed through his wet hair. His towel hung low on his hips after his shower waiting patiently to see if he would hear from you.
It became a bad habit for Bucky to spend his time after seeing you waiting by his phone for a text, a call … something. His face would light up with that crooked smile when your name finally appeared on his notifications, spending the next few hours responding until he managed to fall asleep with his phone in his hand.
He fell asleep and woke up thinking about you.
As if on cue, his phone buzzed — your call lighting up the screen. He didn’t even let it ring twice before picking up.
“Morning,” Bucky muttered as he placed it to his ear, trying to suppress the smile on his features. He rubbed his eyelids, trying to get the last of the sleep out of his system.
“Morning,” you mumbled back, a soft whine in your voice.
You had just woken up, sitting in bed with your back against the headboard, the sheets pooling around your waist as you rubbed your face softly - not realizing you were mimicking Bucky’s movements on the other end of the line.
He could picture you sitting there alone and he wondered if you were as sleepy as you sounded. Warm from the heat your body collected through the sheets. He wondered what it was like to wake up next to you.
“Still asleep?” he teased. “I thought you were a morning person.”
“You kept me up way past my bedtime, Barnes.”
Bucky chuckled and it echoed through your phone, even as you finally stood and stretched your arm over your head, trying hard to suppress the groans and yawns from slipping out as you do.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got you back to your place by a reasonable 10:30pm.”
“I still stand by my statement.”
“Of course you do,” he teased, shaking his head.
Bucky placed the phone on the bathroom counter, hitting the speaker button on the screen. Needing to get ready, but wanting to hear your voice.
“Have anything exciting planned for us today?”
“Actually,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip. “There’s an exhibit that I wanted to check out. I know you only have a few more days in town, so if that sounds too boring, maybe we can meet up after instead?”
As if he would actually say no.
He takes his time responding to you, not wanting his response to seem rushed or too enthusiastic. He was still trying to play it cool.
“No, I'd like to come along. What’s the exhibit about?”
“I'm not entirely sure. One of my friends went last week, said that it brought her to tears. That it was better that I went in not knowing the details.”
“Sounds very mysterious.”
“Can’t be worse than that broom closet you brought me to,” you say.
Your hand grips the phone tightly as you make your way into the kitchen, your footsteps soft against the wood floor. You take a moment to grab Alpine’s food from the shelf, knowing that you were only minutes away from her finding you and audibly complaining.
“Hey,” he says, his voice stern to defend himself. “That was fun.”
“I never said it wasn’t.” There’s a moment of silence.
Bucky rolls his eyes even if you can’t see them, his free hand moving to grab his deodorant.
“I'm going to finish getting ready, send me the address and I'll meet you there.”
You mumble out a quick sounds good before hanging up. There was no need for goodbyes, simply knowing that you would be seeing each other soon was enough to hold you over until then.
The streets of the city were loud and bustling on the warm Saturday morning, it was early spring and most people are indulging themselves in the nice weather – yourself and Bucky included. You had met him on the corner a few blocks over from where the museum was.
Despite how warm the weather was, he dressed in jeans and a dark long sleeve shirt, and a black baseball cap. An interesting choice for the temperature.
“If I’d known any better I’d say you’re a glutton for punishment,” you say to him as the two of you walked side by side.
“How come?"
"Long sleeve shirt and jeans on a day like today? It has to be one of the hottest days of the year so far."
Bucky is all too aware of the sweat forming on the back of his neck, and while he doesn't appreciate the reminder of the heat — he'd rather not have the entire museum distracted by the large man with the glaring metal arm. He wanted to play it cool … or as cool as it could get.
"Museum's get cold," he simply states instead, shrugging his shoulders in hopes the conversation will just fade away.
Luckily for Bucky, you approached the steps of the museum and drop the conversation entirely as you entered the building. As you walked through the doors you were greeted with a lobby filled with people.
The museum was older than he had expected it to be, the marble pillars gave it an old world charm while the tall painted ceiling made even Bucky feel small. You take a moment to appreciate the view, your head tilting up to get a full view of the various colors and shapes.
Bucky's gaze moves to the side of your face as he watches you take in the sight, while he enjoys his own. The slope of your nose, the roundness of your cheeks — here you were this stranger that he's gotten to grow fond of, and all he had was three days left to enjoy it. Even if it took everything inside of him, he was going to enjoy it.
Bucky opens his mouth to say something, but is quickly distracted by a sign in the corner of the lobby, doing a double take when he reads the words.
FEATURED EXHIBIT: WORLD WAR II AND ITS HEROES
His heart dropped to his stomach when he realized what this meant, that there would definitely be a section of the exhibit dedicated to Steve, and in turn Bucky himself. What was World War II without Captain America?
He couldn't do this. He had purposely tried to keep his identity under the radar from you, tried to keep you from knowing the horrors that he had committed. While he was aware that all it would take was a quickly search of his name to figure out who he really was, he wasn't ready to let go of the idea that it was still a mystery. So, he tried quickly to think of an excuse why he couldn't go inside: feeling sick, forgot to turn the shower off at his hotel, literally anything.
Finally, Bucky turns his attention back to you, but to his dismay you've already made your way towards the hallway entrance calling out his name to follow. Maybe it's the way you moved, or the excited look on your face, because suddenly the excuses die in the back of his throat, and his feet are carrying him to you.
This should be interesting, he thinks to himself.
The exhibit itself is well crafted, handling dark topics with the grace they deserve — but Bucky already knew all of this information, because he lived it. He tried not to remember the sounds of grenades exploding and the screams of his fellow service members. He tried not to flash back to being captured, unaware that Steve would ever come to save him, the fear he had in his body while they poked and prodded him.
But those were just the beginning of the haunting soundtrack of the life. The one that, despite it all, led him here to you in this moment.
Bucky loses you at one point while he's distracted reading about nurses on the battlefield, a photo of a woman he remembers — Lucille — proudly displayed helping a man on a gurney, bleeding from his head. So many faces, so many names, all gone.
He weaves his way through the crowd and down the long corridors, stopping when he finds you right in the place he didn't want you to be. Standing above you is a large image of Captain America surrounded by his unit, the Howling Commandos, and to his right is a face you've seen before — the face that you've spent the last week and a half with, and is now standing right next to you.
When you had first met Bucky that night in the bar, you felt like you couldn't place him — like you had seen him before. Now, you understood why. You'd seen his face on news stories, in history books, on internet forums trying to guess the identity of The Winter Soldier.
Bucky wants to crawl out of his skin right then and there. He's not sure what you're thinking. Are you absolutely terrified of who he was? Were you sure how he was even still standing here to this day? His eyes never leave the side of your face watching as you bite down on your bottom lip in thought.
Here he was, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
"You never mentioned you were friends with Steve Rogers," you say.
The words are simple and not exactly how Bucky was expecting you to react to this news.
A breathy laugh leaves his lips as he brings his hand up to run through his hair, taking another step forward until he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you. There's a split second where he realizes that this proximity between the two of you is overwhelming — like it's short circuiting his brain.
"It never came up," he responds back, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I told you I was a soldier, of sorts."
"You mean an Avenger."
"I'm not sure that's what I'd call it," he tries to deflect.
"Did you really kill all those people?"
Without hesitation, Bucky responds.
"Yes."
Your face turns towards him and his blue eyes meet yours immediately, like they were waiting for your gaze. It should be terrifying to be standing in front of a man who did bad things, who had a life you couldn't even begin to fathom and who obviously was ripped right from time itself. It should be, at least.
"Are you scared of me?" Bucky asks, quietly.
People shuffled around the two of you, but neither of you made a step to move from where you were standing. Steve Roger's over-sized figure looming over the two of you.
"No."
It's a quick and simple response, you offer up no other explanation.
"You should be."
"Because you did bad things."
"No, because I did very bad things."
"But you don't anymore."
"No," he shakes his head. "I don't anymore."
"So, tell me why I should be scared of you," you challenge.
If there was ever a time that Bucky Barnes was speechless — it would be right in this moment. Not because he couldn't answer your question, he had a million reasons why you should be scared of him, but because no one's ever asked him to list the reasons.
He opens his mouth to speak but promptly closes it again, his lips forming into a thin line as he fails to come up with a reasonable argument right then and there.
"I think we have another part of the exhibit to see," you say, changing the topic all together. Your hand vaguely gestures to the hallway that continued.
Bucky's lips curled into a smirk at how normal this felt. You found out that he was an ex-assassin working with Captain America and all you wanted to do was continue spending time with him. Incredible.
"Lead the way," he mumbles, motioning for you to go first.
There isn't too much left of the exhibit to see, but Bucky now fills the silence with stories from the war. Not all bad, some include stories of the drinks he's shared with friends even in the midst of war zones, or the days leading up to his enlistment. He skips over the train and his fall, flexing his metal hand when the memory pops into his mind.
You're absorbed with all of this new knowledge, taking in every single piece that he's willing to share with you. Maybe it'd be a lot for some to learn that the man standing next to you was well over 100 years old, but you didn't even bat an eyelash.
Was it because he had the physical body of someone much younger? Or because he never felt a step out of place? Either way, you didn't question it, if anything it made your interest in Bucky grow.
A few hours later, once you were done with the museum and back at your place, did it feel suddenly real that Bucky was leaving in a few days. His large figure was overwhelming compared to the small sofa in your living room he was sitting on — knees pressed close to his chest. As stark as the contrast was, he fit perfectly in your apartment, as if he was the missing piece.
You tried to shake your head from the thought as you grabbed two beers from the fridge, you barely knew the man and you were already slotting him into your life. A week's worth of time together didn't change anything … did it?
"Thanks," he says, grabbing the cold bottle from your hand once you rejoin him.
Your body sinks down on the couch next to him, there's not a lot of space between the two of you. Despite the layers of clothing separating your skin, you can feel the heat of Bucky's thigh pressed against yours. You wonder if his skin is as callous as it is on his hands, thinking back to the night he walked up behind you and pressed his fingers against yours — dragging them softly ...
Bucky says your name and snaps you back into reality, realizing he had already been talking and you've only picked up the tail end of what he's said.
"Sorry, repeat that?" you ask before taking a swig of your drink.
"I said that I have to leave on Tuesday," he repeats, his eyebrow raising. "Will I see you before then?"
"Is that who you go with when you leave?" Your question deflect his, curiosity getting the best of you in the moment. "Captain America?"
"Please don't call him that," Bucky grumbles. "But, yeah. Steve usually leads the missions, likes me to be there for reinforcement."
"You've been fighting for a while."
"Eighty years."
"Do you ever want to stop?"
Bucky sits back against the couch, his fingers fiddling with the arm rest softly trying not to show the look of discomfort on his face or let a sigh out of his mouth. Of course he's thought about stopping. He's dreamed of it, but it's not possible when this is all he's known.
"It's not that simple." He lifts the bottle to his lips again and takes a long swig, shaking his head after. "If I stop then people get hurt."
"But there are dozens of others. Capta — Steve, or that guy who dresses up like a spider in Queens. Does one person really make or break things?"
"You don't get it, it's not that simple."
You didn't mean to push or pry, and you could tell by the agitation in his voice that this was not something that Bucky wanted to discuss further.
So you dropped it.
Right as you were about to change the topic Bucky's phone buzzed in his pocket, halting the conversation. He gave you a tight smile as if to say sorry about that as he slid the phone out. You couldn't read the screen from where you were sitting but whoever it was made Bucky's eyebrows furrow, he hesitated to answer the call.
"Uh, just give me a second," he says to you apologetically before he stands from the couch. Bucky places his beer down on the side table before making his way into the hallway of your apartment, holding back a string of curses as he finally answers. "This better be important, Wilson," his hisses barely above a whisper.
"You know I only call if it is," Sam's booming voice came in on the other side of the line. "Cap wants us all on a red eye to Lagos in the next twenty minutes."
"You're full of shit," Bucky snaps. "I can't get on a flight now."
"Don't shoot the messenger. He's got a jet flying to the compound now to pick us up. Says it's an emergency, an uptick in some activity we've been tracking lately. If we don't act within the next two days there will be major issues."
Bucky rubs his forehead as he peaks out behind the wall to see you sitting on the couch, your hands in your lap as you look away from where Bucky is standing. If he was someone who wasn't as good at reading body language he would have sworn you weren't listening, but he knew all too well.
"He owes me," Bucky mutters. "Give me thirty."
The phone line ends with a beep, Bucky is left with his thoughts for a moment. Fucking Steve.
His feet are heavy as he makes his way back to you, a sinking feeling in his chest. When you heard him approach, you turn to face him again, but he doesn't have to speak for you to know what he's about to say.
"I have to … uh …"
He lifts his phone up and shakes it a bit, closing his eyes as he lets out a sigh.
"It's important."
There's no better excuse he can offer you than that, and even as it leaves his lips it sounds weak. His eyes open again and he shrugs his shoulders, unable to leave from his spot. You knew this would come eventually, maybe a few days earlier from what you had anticipated, but it had to come to an end.
"How long?"
"I'm not sure, I'll find out more when I'm briefed later."
You stand from the couch and cross the room until you're standing in front of him. His head is rolled back and he watches you carefully through hooded eyes, the urge to reach out and pull you into his arms is overwhelming.
He tried so hard to convince himself this was two strangers getting to know each other before time ran out.
Well, time was up.
And you two were definitely not strangers anymore.
He whispers your name and brings his hand up, but quickly stops himself from reaching out to you. No matter how badly he wanted it.
"Be safe," you say to him, nodding your head softly.
"I'll try."
Bucky swallows everything he wished he could have said before turning on his heels, just like he did that very first night you had met him.
"You better text me," you call out to him right as his hand grasped the doorknob.
"I will."
"You better."
Bucky turned and gave you one last smirk before pulling the door open and disappearing behind it, leaving you standing alone in the middle of your apartment. Neither of you were sure if this life was a cruel joke, or if the universe worked in mysterious ways.
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Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ
Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader
Words: ~3.7k
Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!
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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.
When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.
Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.
“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”
“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”
“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”
“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”
“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”
“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”
“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”
“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”
“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”
“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”
“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”
You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.
Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.
His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.
When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.
“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.
“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”
“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”
You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.
He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.
There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.
Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.
He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.
“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”
“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”
“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”
“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.
It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.
“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”
“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”
“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”
You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.
Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.
“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”
Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.
His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.
When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.
“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”
“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”
“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”
You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.
It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.
When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.
Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.
“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”
“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”
Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.
“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”
“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”
“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”
“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”
“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”
The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.
“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.
“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.
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We Don't Talk Anymore
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You and Bucky have an honest conversation, but it may not have a happy ending.
Word Count: Over 2.9k
Warnings: Angst, confessions, communicating, crying, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)
Previous Part of AU: Where Did the Time Go?
A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! Sorry in advance, lovelies. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

As long as you and Bucky had been friends, you rarely saw him nervous. It wasn’t an emotion he liked to show to many, even though he knew you’d never judge him. Watching him clench and unclench his jaw, the fingers on his left hand twitching before he ran them through his hair, you sensed just how anxious he was. Whatever he had to say had him on edge.
Which had you right there with him.
“Just tell me what's going on,” you urged, putting a hand on his arm in the hopes that your touch would calm him. “Please.”
Bucky swallowed as he looked at you. Why was it a gaze like he was saying goodbye? “You asked how I knew TJ stayed at your place,” he began, moving his arm to take your hand in his. “I went to see you after Steve’s party because I had something I wanted to say to you. Something I wanted to say for a long time.”
You took a step closer, your heart racing a bit faster. The combination of excitement and nerves blended together as you squeezed his hand. “What did you want to tell me?”
The next words out of his mouth would either break your heart or heal the unnecessary pain you put on yourself by staying silent for so long.
“That you weren’t just my best friend. You were so much more to me than that,” he said, bringing his palm to your cheek. You instantly leaned into his touch. “I wanted to tell you that I was crazy about you and wanted you to be my girl.”
Butterflies filled your stomach and it took you a second to find your voice. Was this a dream? “You wanted me to be your girl?” You asked softly, like if you said it any louder you’d wake up.
“Yeah,” he whispered, a sad smile on his face. “I never wanted anything more than that.”
It was like the ground shifted beneath your feet as you let the words sink in. The butterflies in your stomach went straight to your dizzy head. Bucky Barnes wanted you to be his girl. You longed to hear that he felt the same way you did. It didn’t feel real though.
You were waiting for the shoe to drop.
Because you were always just out of reach of Bucky. It was like you were a step behind, but you still wanted to follow. You wanted your paths to eventually merge the way you thought they were supposed to.
“Bucky, I…” you trailed off, trying to get your bearings. You wanted to admit that you felt the same way, but you needed the rest of his story first. “If you felt this way, why didn’t you say anything? Why were you with Dot?”
Why didn’t you just tell me?
A darkness clouded his eyes. “I didn’t feel like I was good enough for you. I never thought I deserved you. Because you’re the best person I know and I’m just me,” he said.
“Bucky, don't say that. You're more than good enough. You deserve the whole world,” you argued. Had you done something to make him think he didn’t deserve you? “I’ve always thought that.”
“When you tell yourself of something for so long you start to believe it. And that’s what I did: I convinced myself that I would never be the man you wanted or deserved to be with,” he said. It broke your heart that he didn’t see himself as worthy enough for you. “And the day I tried to tell you, I shouldn’t have listened to that voice in my head.”
“What happened?”
“TJ answered your door. Shirtless, messy hair. I immediately jumped to conclusions about why he was there,” he answered, his nostrils flaring. Was he replaying the image in his mind? “And when I asked if I could talk to you, he said you were sleeping because he kept you up all night. I left and didn't look back because I thought my assumption was right and something in me broke.”
Your mouth fell open as you realized what Bucky thought happened. “You thought TJ and I had sex,” you stated, wanting to shake him when he nodded. “We didn’t have sex. He kept me up all night talking.”
“I know that now. I should’ve known then. But I thought that was my sign that I was right all along and that I’d never have you,” he explained as tears sprang to your eyes. “You asked me why I dated Dot. It was because I settled. I thought that was what I deserved.”
“So, you thought TJ and I hooked up or were together or something and that was it? You just decided not to say anything to me. And you went to Dot because you knew that was a sure thing?” you asked louder than you intended to, an ugly feeling swirling in your gut. Was it bitterness? “You gave up on us.”
Was it actually giving up when you weren't together? In a way, yes. He bowed out without a word.
“Gave up on us?” he repeated, searching your face for something you couldn't place. “Wait, what are you saying? That you care about me, too?”
“Yes! Yes, I do. So much,” you admitted, hastily swiping at your cheeks as tears fell. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted.”
“You wanted to be with me?” he asked above a whisper, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.
You couldn't stop crying as you nodded, an ache in your heart spreading with each tear. “Yes. It has always been you. I was going to tell you how I felt, even at the risk of our friendship, but the day I planned to was the day you introduced Dot as your girlfriend. I knew it was too late.”
If someone asked you to visualize what both heartbreak and hope looked like, it would’ve been the expression on Bucky’s face. “This whole time…”
“This whole time,” you confirmed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “And I never stopped caring about you. I thought maybe I’d try and move on, but I couldn’t.”
“Oh, my God,” he whispered as his hand dropped, a shuddering breath leaving his lungs. “I'm sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t go to you before Dot. I should have.”
“Honestly, yeah, you should have. You didn't give me a chance to explain. You didn't even attempt to fight for me,” you accused, your eyes stinging as your vision blurred again. The floodgate was open and you were powerless to stop it. “Bucky, you gave up so easily at the first sign of something you thought was a problem. I wasn’t worth it to you, was I?”
Your chest tightened as you let the hurt sink in. You wanted to be angry, but you were only left tangled up in disappointment. That was on you for expecting too much, wasn't it?
“You are worth everything to me,” he said, stepping closer as you took a step back.
It sounded like a promise, but felt like a lie.
“If you really thought I was dating TJ, did you ever wonder why you never saw him around much after you went to my place? Or if I slept with him, did you question why I didn’t talk about him or bring him up?” you asked, feeling as defeated as he appeared to be. “Or was I already so far gone from your mind and heart that you just didn't stop to question it or care?”
“There's nothing I can say to fix it because I know I messed up. Saying 'I'm sorry' isn't enough because I shouldn't have given up before we started,” he said, daring to lift a hand to wipe more tears away. You allowed him to do so. “I never should've put you through that. You are the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt and I hate myself for doing just that.”
“I don't want you to hate yourself,” you whispered, your chest steadily rising and falling. “But I am hurt.”
Like the cracks that formed in your foundation, his face crumbled at your admission. “Butterfly, all I want to do is show you that you mean the world to me and make up for not being there for you. It’s the whole reason I’m here.”
“So you want to fight for me now, but you didn’t fight for me then!”
“Because I’m a fucking coward!” he shouted, both of your eyes wide as he raised his voice. His shoulders slumped, like the rush of emotion went as quickly as it came. “I didn't think I could be with you and I still wanted you in my life even if we weren’t together. I couldn’t even do that right.”
You knew Dot had a huge hand in why you didn’t see Bucky as much, but it wasn’t all her fault.
“But why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” he asked gently before you could say anything else. “I wouldn’t have been with her if I had known. I shouldn’t have been with her in the first place.”
Hearing that didn’t stop the ache in your heart. If anything, the pain expanded. Bucky said he settled for Dot because he thought that was the kind of girl and relationship he deserved. You settled by staying silent. Part of you even felt bad for his ex, even if she knew he wasn’t fully invested. Maybe that was why she didn’t want you around. She really did know that he wanted you.
“Because I thought you were happy and that's all I ever wanted for you. Even if it wasn't with me,” you told him, something simmering in your gaze as your eyes narrowed. “Do you think I'm some kind of homewrecker? That I'd be selfish enough to tell you how I felt, with no indication that you even felt the same way, to ruin a relationship you told us you were happy in?!”
Loving someone sometimes meant having to sacrifice.
“No, I don’t think that of you at all. You’re the least selfish person I know.”
“Then what kind of person would I be to destroy your path to bring you back to mine?” you asked, not waiting for him to respond as you held up a hand. “And you know what? I agree that we wasted time. Two years wasted because we couldn't just talk to each other. Two years of seeing you in bits and pieces,” you continued, each word like a punch to the gut. “Two years of trying to figure out what the hell I did to push you away.”
He quickly shook his head. “You didn’t do anything. I-”
“You know, I've imagined so many different ways that we’d tell each other we cared for one another beyond friendship. I didn't think it would end with me crying,” you said, straightening up and trying to put on a brave face as you wiped your cheeks one last time. “So what now? Where do we go from here? We can't go back and fix it and I don't even know if I can trust you to not give up on me again. Because I never would have thought in a million years you wouldn't give me the benefit of the doubt.”
“You're right. We can't go back and I made a mistake by giving up before. I have no intention of doing that again,” he said. You wanted so badly to believe him. “And I have no right to ask anything of you, but please. Give me a chance to show that you can trust me.”
It broke your heart that he chose Dot over you so easily. You also understood what self-doubt could do to a person. How many times had you told yourself that Bucky would never see you beyond anything besides a friend? Could you completely fault him for settling?
You also wanted to trust him since you loved him.
“Give me a chance,” he begged as he leaned in, his lips a fraction away from yours. It was like you were sharing one breath. “Please.”
All you wanted was to kiss him. To tell him you’d be his. You almost closed the gap between you.
But you couldn’t do that tonight.
“I think I need to be alone for the rest of the night. I can't think clearly with you right in front of me,” you said, you resolve almost breaking when panic filled his eyes. “I'm sorry.”
The impulsive part of you practically screamed to jump in his arms and promise him forever, but you owed it to yourself to take a little time to reflect.
He swallowed a little. “Please, I-”
“I'm not saying 'no' to you. I'm not going to ask you to prove anything to me. I told you, I’m used to not being a first choice,” you smiled sadly, continuing before he could react to that comment. “And this isn't a test to see if you'll chase after me when I walk away. This is me asking you to give me space for the evening. If you really care about me as much as you say you do, you'll respect that.”
Bucky opened his mouth and shut it before he opened it again. His breathing became shallow as hurt and understanding showed on his face. “Whatever you need, Butterfly.”
“Thank you, Dreamboat,” you whispered, pulling free of his grasp. With a deep breath, you took your first few steps away from him. They were both the lightest and heaviest steps you ever took, your head held high despite your sinking heart. It both pained and healed you. “And thank you for talking to me,” you added when you stopped at the porch.
“I wish I would've talked to you sooner,” he said.
Your heart sank more at his wistful tone, the urge to comfort him taking over.
As you looked at him over your shoulder, you took in the sight of him in the moonlight. He seemed like a shell of himself as he stared at the ground with drooped shoulders. You didn't think you’d ever seen him look so lost. How did someone so strong to you appear so powerless?
And could you walk away with him in that state?
“We talked now. That means something,” you said, offering him a small smile when he lifted his head. The corner of his lip tugged in a tiny smile as well, but it fell quickly. It was a heartbreaking sight. “And Bucky?”
“Yeah?” He asked hopefully.
“My feelings for you haven’t changed,” you assured him as he let out a breath. The weight in your chest lightened at your admission, likely needing to say it as much as he needed to hear it. “If anything, they’re stronger because we finally talked. I just want you to know that.”
Even if you went your separate ways at the end of the week, Bucky would always be in your heart. You didn't have to be with him to know what you felt for him was real. You also didn’t want to try and carve him out because you considered yourself lucky to experience what love felt like, the good and the bad. Some would never know that feeling.
Bucky let out another breath and stood straighter, determination filling his eyes as he brushed his hair out of them. It was a far cry from his stance moments ago. Did he ignite a fire within himself?
Or did you light the match?
“My feelings haven’t changed either. And they won’t,” he promised. “I'll beg for you to be with me if that's what it takes, but I'm not giving up this time.”
Your heart raced faster, but you wouldn't let it deter you. “Maybe tomorrow we can figure out where we go from here,” you suggested. As much as you wanted to see Bucky grovel, you wouldn't make him do that. “Good night, Bucky.”
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered.
Like you asked, he made no move to follow.
You avoided the rest of the gang as you went straight to your room and allowed yourself to cry in peace on your bed. Your heart was still pounding in your chest as you reached for your pillow. When did your hand start shaking? When did your head begin to spin?
You could still feel Bucky’s touch on your cheek, his voice in your mind begging to give him a chance.
“What the hell am I going to do?” You asked out loud.
Leaving Bucky outside was one of the hardest things you had ever done and you wondered if you made the right choice to do so after his confession, but you were proud of yourself. You knew how he felt now and you opened up about your feelings as well.
As much as you loved him though, you had to sleep on it. Even if he didn’t care about Dot as much as he did for you, he was still with her for so long. You didn’t know how he intended to prove his feelings for you, but the determination you saw in his eyes told you there was hope for tomorrow. You would figure out the next step in your relationship.
Maybe you would even allow yourselves the happiness you deserve.
Together.
I know! 😭 I'm sorry, lovelies. Things will look up. Love and thanks for reading! 💙
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