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You try to break up with your boyfriend. Aaron just wants to know why. (And what he can do to fix it.) [4k]
c: fem, stripper!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff epilogue, suggestive themes mdni. requested hereÂ
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I donât want to see you anymore.Â
The text doesnât compute at first. He reads it twice. Reads the senderâs name, his heart stopped clean in his chest.Â
He puts down his pen.
The idea that the text wasnât meant for him crosses his mind, but that might further break his heart. He knows you have clients, but you donât contact them outside of the club.Â
His second thought is that heâd been a client unknowingly, but he made it clear to you those few months ago that he liked you as you, not as a service provider, and not as something to be bought. You thought he was trying to acquire you as a private escort. He explained it as what it was truthfully, if vulnerably.
Heâs being broken up with, he surmises. Over text. By a woman he adores, who heâd thought was happy. Aaron opens his phone to call you, clicking your contact, bringing it to his ear. You donât answer. He calls again and heâs clearly declined three rings in.Â
He puts his phone down and has a few minutes of unbreathable heartbreak. Just a few minutes, his hand to his stomach, trying to think of things as reasonably as he can.Â
Aaron doesnât care that youâre a stripper. He mightâve at first. Denied his attraction to you, because of course he had feelings for you when you were standing against the side of the club in your dancing lingerie, who wouldnât fall in love with you? Every fool lucky enough to see you undressed must assume the same thing. He thought it wouldnât work, and that youâd never be interested in a man like him.Â
Interviews for information lended themselves to rare moments of conversation. He liked how you talked, how your eyes moved to his, the way you watched his mouth. Your unusual friendship with Spencer drew you closer, and activated a rare seed of jealousy within him that helped him place you in his life. He had real, tangible feelings for you.Â
And now itâs over.Â
He scrunches his eyes closed and gets up from his desk. Puts his coat on, but leaves his things where they are on his desk.Â
âHotch?â Morgan asks as he descends the steps down from his office into the bullpen.Â
âIâm not sure when Iâll be back.âÂ
âWhat happened?âÂ
Aaron turns to Morgan, hiding his panic as well as heâs able to. âI have a small emergency. Itâs fine. Can you make sure things are okay here?âÂ
âHotch?â Morgan asks again.Â
Aaron keeps on going. He tries your number again on the way down. Three times, a fourth by the time heâs at the parking garage.Â
The fifth time, you answer.Â
He almost breaks the phone, its plastic body creaking in his hand. âHoney?â he asks.Â
âI donât want to see you anymore, Aaron. Is it hard to understand?âÂ
Heâs taken aback. Some part of him had held onto the hope that it was a mistake. âYes,â he says slowly, struggling to pull his keys out as his car comes into view, âit is.âÂ
âI donât want to be with you.âÂ
âHave I upset you?âÂ
âWould that make it easier?âÂ
âNo. I donât think anything would make it any easier. Honey, this feels so sudden. Canât we talk about it?âÂ
âI donât want to see you.âÂ
âPlease.â He canât imagine never seeing you again. Just a few days ago he was sitting at the dinner table with you laughing opposite, your socked toes brushing his ankle. âPlease, give me the chance to fix this.âÂ
âAaron, itâs not really fixable. Please donât call me again.â
âY/N,â he says, firmer now. Anger leaks into his tone âwhatâs going on? âLet me come over. We need to talk about this.âÂ
âNoââ
âItâs not fair to me for you to do it over the phone.âÂ
ââŚOkay. Fine. Iâm at home, but I have work at six.âÂ
âIâm on my way.âÂ
He hangs up. Your terse allowance is all he needs to get in the car and drive, checking his watch. Thereâs plenty of time between now and six. He can figure out whatâs wrong and hopefully change your mind.
He thinks about it more seriously as heâs parking outside of your place. Perhaps he doesnât want to change your mind. You arenât acting like you, none of your kindness can be found in such a swift dismissal, but he thinks of your foot under the table, your sock rubbing along his ankle without comment.Â
He takes the stairs to your apartment. Itâs not the nicest place to stay, but itâs far from a slum, either. He doesnât worry about you when youâre home beyond the usual everyday fears: Is she eating? Sleeping? Having a good day?Â
Now heâs thinking, What did I do?Â
He gets to your apartment and pauses at the threshold. After a moment's deliberation, he knocks.Â
âCome in, Aaron.âÂ
He pulls down the handle and lets himself in. Youâve mail piled on the sideboard and your shoes tucked under it, a coat rack further in bragging scarves and coats and jackets of all different colours. Heâs always liked the interior of your apartment. It doesnât feel as cold as his own, parts of your personality peeking in through everything, from the flowered tiles in the bathroom to the glass lampshade in the bedroom.Â
Youâre sitting in the kitchen with the light off. âHey,â he says, voice already laden with relief he doesnât mean to share.Â
âHi.âÂ
âCan I sit down?âÂ
You gesture for him to do as he likes.Â
Aaron sits down at your table. Itâs a small square just big enough to share dinner, plain wood edged in a darker slate grey outline. Sometimes when youâre feeling especially pretty, youâll lean heavily on an elbow and grin at him, enticing him in for a kiss.
âWhatâs this all about?â he asks quietly.Â
âI just think weâre⌠at the end of our relationship.âÂ
You donât sound truthful. He knew there was something strange in your voice over the phone.Â
âWhatâs making you feel that way?âÂ
âDoes it matter?âÂ
Again, avoiding and evasive.Â
He meets your gaze unflinchingly. âI care about you. I love you,â he says. âI know I canât be who you pictured for yourself, and if you really canât see a future for us, then⌠Iâll have seen it alone. I just wish I could understand this sudden change. Did I do something wrong?âÂ
âYouâre not who I picture for myself,â you agree.Â
âNo?â he asks.Â
âNo. You didnât do anything wrong, but I canât see us together. Weâre not the right fit.âÂ
You twist a ring around your middle finger. He thinks heâs starting to understand. âDo you think weâre not the right fit?âÂ
âPlease donât use your psychoanalysis on me.âÂ
âItâs not psychoanalysis, sweetheart, itâsâ I know you.â He grimaces. âIâd like to think I do. And Iâm allowing myself the audacity to believe you were happy with me just a few days ago. What happened between then and now to change your mind?âÂ
You stare at your two-toned table. Your mouth opens to talk, little but air making it out. Your shoulders begin tightening like youâve been keyed between them, twisting and twisting.Â
âWhat do you want me to say?â you ask.Â
Dramatic, heâd hope you could say you donât love him, or donât care about him enough to let him convince you the rest of the way. âIs this really what you want?â he asks instead.Â
Your staring turns to squinting. With a start, he watches a small tear drip from the corner of your eye to your nostril, to your cupid's bow.Â
âNo,â you say carefully, âitâs not what I want. I donât like you being against me.âÂ
âThen whatâs making you feel this way?âÂ
You cover your eyes with one hand. âI wanted to do this over the phone,â you say in a squeeze.Â
He reaches for you but doesnât touch. âI couldnât let you.âÂ
âI just want you to be happy,â you say, so high he can barely understand you. âIâll never be like you, Aaron. Youâre so smart, and youâve done so much. Youâre a hero, and you must look so stupid with me. What do you think people say when they realise what I am?âÂ
âIt doesnât matter to me what they say. I know you, and they donât.â
âWhat about what I think?âÂ
âWhat do you think?âÂ
You wipe your face roughly, eyes lit with an anger heâs unprepared for. âI told you, donât psychoanalyse me. I donât want to have to explain it, I just want to say what I have to say. I donât want to be with you because you wonât be happy, and neither will I.âÂ
Aaron isnât too prideful to recognise when he needs to fight for what he wants. He reaches over the table and takes your arm into his hand, picking it up, feeling down The length of it until heâs curled his hand over your smaller fingers. âWe are happy,â he says softly, giving your hand a small shake. âI understand where youâre coming from. When we first met, I couldnât have predicted that Iâd be here with you now. I do wonder what people think when they ask me what you do and I tell them youâre a performer. I know we agreed to it, but there are moments where I feel like Iâm being cruel to you. But just because thereâs a stigma surrounding what you do, it doesnât mean that youâre any lesser than me. Youâre not less intelligent, or less accomplished. We chose different paths and Iâm glad we did. If you werenât a dancer I never wouldâve met you.âÂ
âDo you know how it feels for me to come home to you sometimes?â you ask weakly.Â
âIâd hope it feels as it does for me. Every time I see you, Iâm relieved.âÂ
âAaron, I get this rush of safety, like youâreâ Iâm finally safe. I can take care of myself, you know that, but now I have you itâs that I donât even want to. And thatâs stupid. I know that thatâs stupid.âÂ
âWhat Iâm thinking,â he says, soft, not as worried about being without you now as he is of the horrible way youâre feeling, âis that youâve thought about all of this a lot. Iâm glad youâve taken time to reflect on us and your life, but I wish youâd thought more about what we both want.âÂ
âI want you to be happy,â you argue, as you had a few moments ago.Â
âAnd Iâm never happier than when weâre together.â He shrugs. âLove isnât about work. Your job shapes you as mine shapes me, but you have to know that who you are is whatâs important.âÂ
âI donât know who I amâŚâÂ
âI know exactly who you are,â he says, rubbing a loving thumb over your knuckles.Â
âIâm⌠Iâm sorry for the way I spoke to you, on the phone. I knew if I talked to you like this Iâd be too much of a coward to really see it through.âÂ
âI see. Youâve planned my heartbreak weeks in advance.âÂ
You shake your head sadly. âAaron, weâre not good for each other. You make me this awful, weak version of me, and Iâm no good.âÂ
âWe have been nothing but happy since we met.â Aaron pulls your hand up and kisses the side of your wrist. He isnât ashamed of you. He doesnât make you weak, you arenât. âI donât know how to explain it. Sometimes it feels like weâre from different worlds, but itâs not that melodramatic. Youâre my partner. I love you. Itâs hard not to think about what others think of us, but I know exactly what I think of you, and I know what you think of me, too.âÂ
You share a look.Â
âIâve never heard you talk so much,â you say, your frown fading. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYou havenât done anything wrong.âÂ
âWhen I thought I couldnât get any more embarrassing,â you mumble.Â
âYou arenât embarrassing. Please, put the thought out of your head.âÂ
âThought out of my head,â you repeat, still mumbling as you flex your fingers, pushing them between his and intertwining your hands. You bring them linked to your forehead and take a heavy breath.Â
âDo you really want to break up?â he asks softly.Â
Your breath warms his arm. âNo.âÂ
âYou can have the things you want, you know? I imagine that there are people who laugh when I tell them about you, but you have to know that their opinions would never matter to me.â He pulls his hand from your head to encourage you to meet his eyes. âNo one else matters but me and you. We donât have to factor in other people. We can just be together.âÂ
âIâm not worth all the fuss,â you say under your breath.Â
âWhat, this fuss? Honey, a few weeks ago you cried in my lap because I got you that cake from the bakery. And you know what? I didnât want you to cry, but getting to rub your back?â He chances a smile. âThat made my night.âÂ
âYou like making girls cry.âÂ
âYes,â he says, trying not to grin like a fool as you stand from your chair and put yourself in front of him. He is no saint. He pulls you onto his thighs and wraps an arm around the small of your back, your legs either side of him. âThatâs my goal in life, sweetheart.â His voice falls to a whisper as you hang your head against him, tip of your nose to a rough cheek. âMaking you cryâŚâÂ
Your arms creep to his neck. Resting on him, rather than hugging. He doesnât mind, heâll do the hard work.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmur.Â
âItâs okay.â He turns your face with his to press his lips to your cheek. âItâs alright, honey, bumps in the road happen with everyone.âÂ
âAll my fault.âÂ
âMaybe next time, if you feel so strongly about something, you can just extend me that little bit of faith and⌠know that Iâm here for you. Even if it did mean we wouldnât be together, it doesnât have to be that youâre alone, making such a big decision. Valiant,â he adds, enjoying the warmth of you seeping into his shirt, his face, his neck where your wrist is laid against it. âYouâre not a coward. But I wish you wouldnât be this brave about breaking my heart.âÂ
âStop making me feel guilty.âÂ
His laugh is a breath against your cheek. âNo, itâs fine, isnât it? Use me and abuse me.âÂ
âShut up. Stop, what is this weird guilt tripping youâre doing?â You laugh at his absurdity. âIâd never abuse you.âÂ
âI know. Just step on me a bit.âÂ
âStop, stop,â you mumble, your voice turning slowly from self-pitying to honey, all that love for him he knew you still had like threads of gold shooting through it, âI donât wanna step on you, I never wouldâŚâÂ
âJust rough me up a little.âÂ
âNever.â You press your face to his neck. âThank you for not letting me do it.âÂ
âI wonât let you go so easily.â His hand trails up your back, feeling the softness of you beneath your t-shirt. Fat, muscle, all of it familiar, and treasured by his touching.Â
He squeezes you rather tightly, then, but you donât complain, you just sigh.Â
âItâs not that youâre not who I picture for myself, like I said before,â you confess, leaning all your weight against him, barely held up by your legs either side of him. âYou werenât, but I didnât realise that I could have you. I didnât really know men like you existed. I shouldâve known I was looking in the wrong age bracket.âÂ
âThatâs not very nice. In my line of work they call that a feedback sandwich, honey. Something cruel between nice things to distract me.âÂ
âSorry. Just had to get it in.âÂ
He considers your teasing a return to normalcy, guiding your head away from his with a hand to the back of your neck. âIf this was a ploy to make me leave work early, consider it successful.âÂ
âI know your attention usually falls to other places, Mr. Hotchnerââ You burst into giggles as he pinches the back of your neck, but itâs only to pull you in for a kiss, smiling against your parted lips as your laughter fades away.
You scrunch his shirt in your hand and kiss him nicely.Â
âSorry,â you say.Â
âForgiven.â Even if he did almost go into cardiac arrest at his desk. âI like begging to stay. It builds character.âÂ
âHow long will you be like this?â you ask, shaking your head slowly, your smile poorly hidden.Â
Youâd needed a reminder, is all. Aaron isnât solely business and sternness, heâs an idiot, your idiot, who likes to tease you, and doesnât care who knows that. When heâs working heâs one person, and when heâs with you, heâs another. Both have their qualities and faults, but only one version is the one he needs to be with you.Â
âAt my age itâs perfectly normal to have a young and beautiful wife,â he says. âYouâve seen some of the other Sectionâs workerâs wives.âÂ
âIâm not that young,â you say.Â
âSo you admit it?âÂ
You reward him with a tired sigh, cuddling into his collar.Â
â
âŚI'll never be your beast of burden. So let's go home and draw the curtainsâŚ
Aaronâs humming from the bedroom. He knows every classic rock song to exist, every word to every Beatles song. When the chorus comes, he sings under his breath, but you can hear him regardless. âAm I rough enough, am I rich enough? Iâm not too blindâŚâ he fades off.Â
The music hums under your feet. Record player open on the floor, his Some Girls vinyl on the plate.Â
You press a hand down your side.Â
To inspire less worry on your part, you and Aaron are trying to be more open about the other sides of your lives. His work feels alien to you, and you worry that yours is dirty to him, despite reassurance that a job is a job. You know that already, but you canât make yourself believe that heâs as happy as he could be if you were, say, a checkout girl.Â
Youâd make a cute checkout girl, heâd said.Â
This is cute, too. Babydoll lingerie with feather edgings, starkly white against your skin. You fluff out the ends and neaten the crotch of your panties. Nothing is on show that shouldnât be, but itâs still lingerie. Itâs meant to excite.Â
âHoney,â he says, dulcet tone carrying to the bathroom, âare you stuck again?âÂ
You laugh. âI bet you hope so.âÂ
âThatâs accusatory in nature.âÂ
âIâm coming.â You give it a last glance in the mirror and head into the bedroom.Â
Aaronâs sat against your headboard, flowery pillowcases behind his head and back. He discards the little figurine heâd been playing with out of boredom and looks you up and down, corners of his lips curling.Â
âHome only,â he says.Â
âI knew youâd say that.âÂ
âYou look stunning.â His eyes seem darker. All pupil.Â
âI have to wear some of these at the club, Aaron, thatâs why I bought them.âÂ
Something in your voice makes him smile. âYou said I could veto the ones that are too beautiful.âÂ
âI said too slutty.âÂ
âHoney, theyâre all revealing in their ways. And I donât have a problem with itâŚâ He takes a breath. âMuch. But some of these are meant forâŚâÂ
âThe man who loves me?â
âExactly.âÂ
Heâd said something similar about the light blue set with darker flowers, the black set that showed the curves of your chest, and especially about the pink one-piece with white ribbons. That one gave him pause.Â
âSpin?â he asks.Â
One day it might bother Aaron that you dance, but for now heâs gently approving. Just wants you to be happy. So you do a little spin without any attempt to be sexy and beam when he whistles.Â
âBeautiful. Really, honey, thatâs the nicest so far.âÂ
âI have a confession.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âThis one was for you.âÂ
Heâd know if you were lying. âFor me?â he says, in that tone bordering stern, as much of his professionalism as youâre used to hearing these days.Â
âYes, sir.âÂ
âDonât,â he says, seductions gone as he tips his head back into a pillow patterned with lavender and peony. âUnless youâre done trying those on, I donât want to hear it.âÂ
âThis is the last one.âÂ
âIn that case.â He covers his face with a cushion.Â
You look down. Your stomach is a little bloated from lunch, and you have a shaving rash on your left knee, but Aaron wonât mind. He never does. Without worry, you tread to the side of the bed and climb onto it, one leg over his lap. The last time youâd been sitting in his lap, youâd been teary-eyed and regretful. Fuck, what was I thinking? you ask yourself, slipping a hand under his rising shirt to feel his abdomen. Itâll never not be weird, the FBI man and his stripper girlfriend, but it doesnât have to make sense to anyone but him and you.Â
You ease the pillow down his face.Â
âAre you blushing, Aaron?â you ask.Â
âNot purposefully.âÂ
âYou look a little⌠hot.âÂ
âThat makes two of us.âÂ
It starts slowly. The heat of you atop him, the pillows moved out of the way. You didnât expect him to stay unbothered as you paraded your new spoils, but his willpower is remarkable, and he only breaks when you let yourself settle on his lap. His big hand cups your face.Â
âThatâs funny.â You lift up enough to be in kissing range, but donât kiss. You just wait for him to react, holding your weight off of his chest.Â
He finds the small of your back and drags. Your gasp isnât your own, a breathy, excited thing as he brings your face to his for a kiss. Your lips almost immediately part in anticipation of his eagerness, of his hand on the back of your neck, and the unflinching heat of his mouth as he turns his head. Your noses brush. He wades in deeper, his own breath already failing him as the bridges of your nose press hard.Â
They arenât rough kisses, but thereâs something desperate there. He holds you to him until he canât, ushering you onto your back, his weight bearing down sudden and steady.Â
âI canât believe I nearly lost you,â he utters, stroking your cheek, edging back in to kiss you before you can reply.Â
You wrap an arm behind his back and hike your leg, soft thigh naked and waiting for his touch. You didnât nearly lose me, you think. To be lost, youâd have to be something worth losing, and youâre not sure you are, but Aaron?Â
âI donât think you could,â you mumble, forcing him to kiss your cheek, your jaw, the line of your throat. He nips at your neck, a shudder racing through you.Â
âI have no intent of letting it come that close again, sweetheart.âÂ
His hand dances up your side to the soft hill of your chest.Â
You hold the hair from his face and let him kiss you. Heâs here to stay, no matter how odd a pairing you might make. You love him. Thatâs all he cares about.Â
âWant me to do that thing you like?â you offer softly, mildly playful.Â
He laughs into your neck. âNo,â he says, âI think tonight is about you, hm? Youâre all dressed up. I think that deserves a reward.âÂ
You knew heâd like the white babydoll.Â
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Dancing with ENHA as their Secret-Girlfriend!Idol!Reader
summary: enha dancing with their secret significant otherÂ
word count:Â 4.2k
warnings: suggestive at times, not proofread, fem reader
Lee Hee Seung:Â
It was public knowledge that you and Heeseung were friends since you had trained together at one point
However it was NOT public knowledge that you two actually ended up becoming a couple after you both debutedÂ
With that being said, fans were overjoyed any time you were seen together, always thinking your interactions were so cute and wholesome
One day a video of the two of you pre-debut got leaked
It was a clip of a practice video of you dancing to âBonnie & Clydeâ by DEAN
The choreography was good and you both danced well, but anyone watching could tell that the two young trainees were nervous to be dancing with each otherÂ
Fans of both groups thought the video was pure gold though since it showcased how much youâd both grown as performers, and the fact that it was another interaction between their favs
The video trended on social media for about a week or so before the chatter and excitement was redirected to a NEW dance practice videoâŚÂ
which just so happened to be of you and Heeseung recreating the choreography from so many years in full
It was a well filmed, high quality performanceÂ
The two of you had even gone the extra mile and re-recorded the song as a duet, making it a full cover
Any trace of the awkwardness from your trainees days had been nowhere to be found
You and heeseung were dripping confidence and sex appeal as you danced together
A majority of the dance was spent with the the two of you in close contact- his arms around your waist, your palms trailing down his chest, him hands tracing the outline of your body
you were practically in your own little bubble and that shit read very clearly on camera
Of course your fans went even more feral
Twitter was full of praise for your growth and everyone was saying how you and heeseung must be so much closer now than back thenÂ
(if only they knew just how closeđ)
And of course there were some smart fans (that unfortunately probably got called delusional) who could sense the thick sexual tension between the two of you
⪠âYâall- there is absolutely NO WAY these two arenât fuckingđâ ⪠âI genuinely feel like iâm interrupting somethingâ ⪠âHeeseung⌠if youâre not gonna get to work please step aside so i can have my turn with y/nâ
It definitely was added to every single âtop kpop moments of 20XXâ video and thread
And since youâre both evil-
You each had made casual posts on sns about the process after
âDid engene enjoy our little throwback collab?â and the bitch posted a mirror selfie of the two of you sweaty and half dressedđ§ââď¸
Park Jong Seong:
Jay always loved watching you dance
Tbh jay loved to watch you do anything- but dancing was one of his favorites
Any time you had a comeback, he always wanted you to teach him the choreography as soon as possible- whether it was cute, sexy, or fierce- that boy was gonna learn itÂ
Which meant when the song actually dropped heâd be the first to make a tik tok with you every time
And of course the opposite rang true as well-Â
Whenever enhypen had a comeback you were the first to learn the new choreo
The tik toks are always so cute too-
Like- thatâs your man so of course youâre gonna be cute with him lmao
Itâs mostly because you know he gets flustered so easily when you tease him or flirt with him in front of the other members or staff
Itâs especially hectic when your comeback schedules overlap because trust their will be new tik toks every other day
You guys got especially brave when enha was promoting âbite meâ...
Instead of just doing the pre-chorus together and posting that like the others, you did the whole pre-chorus AND chorus⌠WITH THE PARTNER WORK
If fans werenât already going feral over the boys dancing with partners before, they definitely lost their shit at your mini collab
⪠âOh my god⌠thereâs no way this is realâ ⪠âJay⌠your hands are a little low there buddyđ
â ⪠âSo they just casually covered half of âBite Meâ on a random Thursday? Okay coolâ ⪠âTHE WAY JAY LOOKS AT Y/N OMFGâ
It actually took fans longer than expected to realize you were filming together even when your promotional schedules didnât lineup, so of course rumors started eventually
However it seemed like your fans were just rolling with it since your interactions were fun an cute (theyâve been praying for a collab stage between your groups since debut)
There was one time you filmed with heeseung instead of Jay and it lowkey threw everyone for a loop
Was it intentional? Absolutely not! Well- maybe slightlyÂ
You and your members were curious to see if anyone would react- had your fans even noticed that you only ever film with Jay? (yes, they noticed it right away)
So you can imagine the comments when you posted of you and Heeseung doing the choreo for âbrought the heat backâ
⪠âUhmmm?? What happened to your man???â ⪠âOmg no mom and dad are fightingâ ⪠âHEESEUNG PLZ TELL ME YOU CAN FIGHT BROâ ⪠âPeace and love but where is JayâŚâ
Yeah⌠it gave yâall a good laughÂ
There have also been plenty of time where youâve posted your own little dance covers without Jay, or even just danced to his songs casually on live while jamming out, which always excited fans of both groups
Basically his fans and yours know SOMETHING is going on between you two and for some reason no one really talks about it like youâd expect them toâŚ
Sim Jae Yun:
You and jake had been invited to be part of an end-of-the-year collab stage
It was supposed to be a fun little performance between a few different male and female idols
At the time- the only people who knew about your relationship were your groupmates, meaning it was especially hard to see each other without getting caught
However when your manager gave you the news that youâd be collaborating with a few different idols, and that your boyfriend just so happened to be one of them, your heart started to raceÂ
You attended a meeting with your manager in which you were informed that youâd be working with Lee Isa, Kim Gaeul, Kang Minhee, Park Jisung, and of course Jake
The stage would have three parts- a section for the girls, a section for the boys, and then one where you all came togetherÂ
The overall vibe was fun and flirty, and youâd each be partnered with someone
The second the idea of âpartnersâ was introduced, you and jake immediately made (what you thought was subtle, but was definitely not) eye-contact
The meeting wrapped up and you were immediately conversing with you were manager, trying to subtly convey how you thought it would make most sense for you and Jake to be partnersÂ
Unbeknownst to you, Jake was doing the exact same thing
Luckily, it worked and both of your managers were able to get the two of you to be partners
You all began preparing immediately, and since some of the partner work was different for each pair youâd all broken off to learn separate bits of choreographyÂ
You and Jake had begun working on a few different combinations, since the song decisions hadnât been entirely finalized yet
The first one you worked on was to âInvitationâ by JUNNY and Gaeko, which totally fit the vibe of the overall stage concept
Except it was maybe a bit TOO flirty (or perhaps that was just you and Jake)
You were easily able to connect and play into the each otherâs artistry
Your relationship had always been full of playful energy and putting a smile on the other personâs face, so dancing together just felt like another extension of that
The choreography was intense and fast, hitting every accent and ad-lib, requiring a lot of texture and groove
but after learning the steps and running it once or twice to get the moves down it felt like second nature, especially since all your charisma and stage presence was really just you having fun with your boyfriendÂ
Lots of behind the scenes content was filmed and unfortunately⌠some got leaked to the publicÂ
Somehow yours and jakeâs first dance practice got leaked, as well as Jisung and Isaâs and the video of yours, Gaeul, and Isaâs section
This was before anything was announced to let the public know a collab was even happening so fans were shocked on so many levels
⪠âWeâve got (your group), enhypen, ive, nct, stayc, and cravity members doing a collab?? Where did this even come from???â ⪠âGaeul, Y/n, and Isa dancing to âgreedyâ by Ariana Grande was not something i knew i needed- welcome back âwow thingâ collab groupâ ⪠âJake and Y/n look like theyâre having so much fun together i love them :(â ⪠âI feel like I've never seen Jake have this much fun while dancing! You can tell he really feels comfortable dancing with Y/nâ ⪠âThe way they look at each other, oh i feel sickâ
Unfortunately after that all the songs and choreography had to be changed :/
Park Sung Hoon:
Close by Nick Jonas
As the main dancer of your group, your company loves to highlight you any chance they get
This resulted in you doing frequent dance videos, collabing with other idols in order to reach outside your normal audience and hopefully attract some new fans
Sunghoon, ever the supportive boyfriend, makes sure you tell him every time a new video is going to be released so that he can have youtube open and ready for when it drops
texts you immediately after about how talented you are and how proud he is of you for taking on the challenges of choreographing and coming up with new ways to showcase your skills as a performer
Sometimes will just randomly pull up your videos and start watching them while yâall are hanging out
You had always told him beforehand who youâd be dancing with and he never expressed being bothered by any of your idol partners-
until he realized you yourself were picking them
You were sitting in his bed one day (watching one of your recent videos lol) when he suddenly looked up at you with the saddest puppy eyes everÂ
âHow come youâve never asked me to dance with youâšď¸â
Oh heâd be so pouty and sulky omg
Youâd been expecting that question for a while honestly
âBaby Iâd love to dance with you, but would your company let us?âÂ
sunghoon hated that you had to be logical all the time, so he just rolled over to bury his face in your stomach, and groaned in despair
(This drama queen)
He eventually just wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted his head to rest his chin on your tummy, peering up at you
âCan we ask them tomorrowâŚâ
You couldnât stop the affectionate giggle that left you as you played with his hair and nodded softly
The next day, you talked to your manager first- proposing your next idea
Now you see- your manager loves sunghoon, your whole staff does really
They all think the two of you are perfect together, and would honestly probably announce you were official right this second if hybe let them
So it wasnât a problem convincing your team to let you dance with your boyfriend
Of course that wasnât exactly the case for Sunghoonâs team
It definitely made sense why they werenât totally onboard with the idea- being worried about dating rumors and such- but you and hoon hadnât had a single rumor involving each other up to that point!
They eventually caved and agreed, realizing it would be a good opportunity since all the other idols you had invited so far were all known as well-respected dancers in the industry
You ended up decided on going for a more intimate and contemporary vibe than you had done so far
âCloseâ by Nick Jonas and Tove Lo was the song you had agreed on using, having had already talked about choreographing to this song together just for fun at some point
You had worked with a choreographer from hybe, expressing your vision and showing some of the ideas you had, and the process went extremely smooth
The dance ended up being sensual and emotional, highlighting both of your skills as contemporary dancers
A good chunk of the choreography was spent with the two of you having very little physical contact, but being so close to each other that it delivered such a feeling a yearning
However, the last chorus totally changed the vibe
You two walked backward, facing away from each other, and right as you were about to bump into each other sunghoon abruptly turned around gripping your shoulder and whirling you to face him- leading to a sequence of quick spins and paired movements, finally breaking the pattern of avoiding physical contact
And the rest of the dance spent with you two practically glued together
The performance continued with sunghoon pulling you in toward him, you running your hands up his chest and neck and landing softly on his face before pulling him down to almost meet your lips
The two of you slowly walked together to the beat of the music until sunghoonâs back was hitting the wall
It came to an end with hoon sliding down into a seated position on the floor, leaning against the wall- you sliding down in sync, landing on his lap- his face still in your hands, his hands on your hips, foreheads leaned against each otherâs
The choreography was so intimate that unfortunately hybeâs fears came true
The dating rumors were instantaneousâŚ
⪠âThis is such an unexpected pairing but it makes so much senseâ ⪠âOh! My bad yâall iâll just- i can just- uhm- lemme just leave the room and come back laterâ ⪠âI know y/n said this performance was gonna be a bit different from her otherâs but i didnât think THIS is what she meantđâ ⪠âSoooo, is this a safe space to say I wholeheartedly believe Y/nHoon is real?â ⪠âGirl Y/nHoon BETTER be real after THATâ ⪠'the thoughts i'm thinking... i feel like my account would get suspended if i shared themđ'
And if that wasnât enough to get them going, there was all the behind the scenes material as well
Both your company and hybe had released behind the scenes videos of the project, except they couldnât have been more different
While the one posted to enhypenâs channel was mostly sunghoon being interviewed and shots of him practicing individually, with the occasional partner shot or interaction between you two
Your behind the scenes video had plenty of shots of you and hoon laughing and playfully bickering together
Clips of you finishing the choreography and falling against him, with him wrapping his arms around you and swaying back and forth circulated twitter immediatelyÂ
There were plenty of other moments that had fans fawning over your relationship
Such as when you wrapped up filming and sunghoon slid his hands from your hips to fully wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down to lay on top of him on the ground
Letâs just say hybe had to release a statement pretty soon after that
Kim Seon Woo:
Sunoo and you always post togetherÂ
vlogs, lives, story posts- you name it
Most fans never really thought anything of it since a majority of the time it was just you two shopping, trying new snacks, or talking about skincare
But there was also so much content you didnât post
Like the countless couples tik tok trends that are sitting in your drafts (his favorite is the one where you put on lipstick and accidentally smudged it, then the camera turns to him covered in lipstick kiss marks)
But there are also surprisingly a lot of random dance videos you have of the two of youÂ
Sometimes when youâre hanging out at one of your companyâs studios youâll just turn on a song and come up with fun random choreographyÂ
One of Sunooâs favorites that you guys have come up with was to âWildflowerâ by 5 seconds of summer
It was sensual and flirty, but still fun and cute- and the video conveys that perfectly with how much the two of you are giggling and clinging to each other
It started off really well! Both of you were locked in, hitting the snaps and beats perfectly, your expressions nothing short of perfect and professionalÂ
But the second it got to the chorus your smiles were overtaking your faces as you tried to stay focused on the choreography and not burst out laughing
You still danced the routine perfectly! There just came a point in the dance where neither of you could stop smiling at each other
By the final chorus you were fully teasing your giggly boyfriend by mouthing the words with an overly flirtatious expression while running your hands down his neck and chest, causing him to squeeze your waist and teasingly pull you into him making you burst out laughing, before finishing out the dance with the biggest smiles anyone has ever seenÂ
You both often rewatch the video and your smiles end up being almost as big as the ones you had in the video
You were sitting with Sunoo one day and asked him if it was okay to post it to your personal account, and he excitedly agreed
However- for some reason you didnât check to make sure you were on your private account instead of your groups account before you hit post, and without realizing, uploaded your choreography to your groups official instagram with the caption âme and my wildflower sunny babyâď¸đşâ
It was only about 15 minutes later when sunoo was scrolling through his own instagram when he turned to you panicked
âBaby⌠you posted it on the wrong accountâ
âWHAT?????â
You immediately called your manager crying and freaking out, while sunoo called jungwon trying to explain the situationÂ
Both your management teams came to the agreement that no one would say anything about the video unless it got severely out of hand
They thought it would be best to keep the video up to avoid suspicion, However, you did have to change the caption
Aside from the crazies, most fans were eating it up!
⪠âI love that theyâre so comfortable with each other, this is so cuteâ ⪠âTheir smiles and gigglesđĽşâ ⪠âI feel like we never get to see sunooâs dance abilities highlighted, so iâm honestly grateful that y/n shared thisâ ⪠âOh theyâre so in love donât even try to deny itâ
Yang Jung Won:
You had been hinting to your fans about doing more dance content, but the last thing they expected was for a video of you and jungwon dancing to âtwo handsâ by Tate McCrae to randomly show up on your groups youtube channel one day
The video was professionally recorded in a cool location and the two of you had on cool but comfortable outfits
Basically yâall looked cunty asf and everyone was losing their shit over it but weâll come back to that
The choreography involved the two of you being in some sort of physical contact for almost the entire thing
And when you werenât touching, you were face to face staring into each otherâs soul
It was lowkey like you were leading the dance at times and jungwon was hypnotized by your movements (which letâs be honest, he totally was)
By the last chorus, you and your boyfriend were in full contact
Jungwonâs hands had pulled you in closely, your hands resting on his chest with his low on your back
There was a moment where you just sensually gazed into to each otherâs eyes, caressing each other while you mouthed the words to the song
Jungwon leaned in closing his eyes, fully preparing to kiss you, but you teasingly turned your head back toward the camera right as your lips were about to meet, giving a flirtatious wink and smile
The turn caused jungwonâs lips to brush your neck, but the way it was captured by the camera made it hard to tell if he actually made contact with your skin
The rest of the dance consisted of one or both of you having your hands on the other without a break, never breaking the connectionÂ
There was even a part where you had your hand on your boyfriendâs face and he followed your movement, seemingly hypnotized by your touch
Jungwonâs hands quickly found their place on your hips shortly after
The dance finished with two posing- you in front of him, reaching behind to place your hand on the back of his neck, as he placed his hands on your hips
Won gently rubbed your hip as he waited for the director to call cut, ad when they did he collapsed against you, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into your neck
(That cute moment was captured and posted on your instagram story after the official video dropped)
Speaking of social mediaâŚ
The thing is, both you and your boyfriend are chaotic and slightly evil, so the second the video dropped yâall were refreshing twitter to see peopleâs reactions
⪠âOh okay so theyâre a thingâ ⪠âYang Jungwon and L/n Y/n⌠WHAT IS THIS????â ⪠âSo like- do yâall need a third orâŚâ ⪠âHIS LIPS WERE LITERALLY ON HER NECK IâM NOT CRAZYâ ⪠âNeed whatever theyâve got goin on real badâ ⪠âJungwon heard the lyrics âyour two hands on me at all timesâ and took that shit literally wowâ ⪠âY/n turning to look at the camera right as won is about to kiss her⌠GIRL MOVE IF YOUâRE NOT GONNA KISS THAT BOYâ ⪠âThe hand placement, oh iâm so fuckedâ ⪠âL/n Y/n the woman you areâŚâ ⪠âThe way Jungwonâs movements get obviously more desperate at the end of the choreography when Y/n has her hands on his face⌠WALK HIM LIKE A DOG MAMAđâ
You and Jungwon were giggling and saving posts were a good two hours
Nishimura Riki:
It wasnât unusual for you and ni-ki to hang out in a practice room and just jam, coming up with random choreography combinations for fun
It also wasnât a secret that the two of you knew each other and hung out, but most just assumed you were friends since you had also hung out with other members of enhypen beforeÂ
However neither of you had ever posted anything together aside from mayne a couple of tik toks
So it came as a shock to his fans (and yours) when Ni-Ki went live, only for everyone to see him cozied up in one of hybeâs practice rooms with youÂ
The live started with the two of you laying on the floor with the phone propped up against the mirror wall at the front of the room, just chatting and giggling over random stuff (losers in love)
In fact Riki was so chatty that fans were even starting to comment on it
âThe only time Riki has stopped giggling or yapping has been to listen intently to y/n..â
âI swear these two are so chatty together, what's going on??â
Eventually you guys started getting antsy and decided to turn on some music and jam again
It was just some ciphering back and forth for a while until âpour upâ by DEAN came on and you froze and made eye contact
âShould we do it?â Ni-Ki asked in regard to the choreography the two of you had come up with to the song earlier that week
âI mean⌠why not?â you shrugged with a mischievous smile
âItâs a little⌠risky- donât you think?â he giggled while unconsciously moving closer to you, but you just giggled in return before starting the choreography while holding eye contact
He laughed a bit in shock, watching you dance for a few more seconds before joining in
By the time the chorus arrived the two of you were locked in, facing forward again toward the camera
It seemed like pretty tame choreography at first with a slightly sensualÂ
Until the second verse came
You and Riki started crossing paths and interacting more within the choreography, showing off just how much chemistry you have together as dance partners
There were plenty of little moments with little flirtatious touches here and there but the connection was on full display by the last few seconds of the song, with Rikiâs arm draped casually around your waist as the two of you swayed side to side
You pretended to walk off as the song ended, still feeling the vibe, but as soon as the next song started playing you screamed dramatically and fell to floor in a heap of embarrassment, leaving your boyfriend to laugh at you from behind
Ni-Ki walked past you back to the phone to check the comments and he noticed the viewer count has tripled since before you started dancing
⪠âThey way they just casually match each others vibe like itâs nothingâ ⪠âSo can we all agree we need more Y/n and Riki dance content??â ⪠âI would 100% be asking âwhat are we?â after thisâŚ' ⪠âY/n falling to the ground and screaming after, sheâs so realâ ⪠âOMG LOOK AT HOW RED THEY ARE NOW AWWWW BABIESâ
Neither of you could look at each other without giggling for the rest of the live
notes: hey y'all... i'm back (kinda)
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I apologize in advance for the person this fic turned me into đŽâđ¨đđŠ
Buckyâs hand reaches out to touch you, your heart skipping a beat as he adjusts the strap of your dress on your shoulder. His touch lingers for a second more
âCan you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it's like no one else exists,â his tone is softer, yet serious when he says this. Your heart skipped a beat when he called you baby. The weight of his attention felt in every fiber of your being. Bucky only ever called you baby when he wanted to really affect you. Reminding you of the pull he had over you. Â
THE SEXUAL TENSION IS PALPABLE and Bucky is so charming đ¤
Bucky clicks his tongue as he eyes you closely, âI didnât, but I felt like it,â he shrugs cooly. âDidn't like the way he was looking at you.â He adds, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.
I-
God damn he is just yummy and so protective đĽšđĽľ
Almost instantly, a protective grip pulls you away from the drunk guy. A familiar warmth encases you as Bucky pulls you into his chest, your back to him. Your hands find their way to hold his arms to ease the displeasure the drunk had caused
âWhat theâwhatâs your problem bro? Weâre justââ Bucky doesnât let him finish, âShut up. Youâre not doing anything. Youâve got two seconds to back off or weâre going to have a problem,â
 âYou and your compliments,â you give a breathless laugh, letting your guard down for once and going with the flow. Bucky can sense it. Sense the way thereâs a shift between you, the blossoming of something bigger being accepted and not pushed away by you anymore.
âPlus, if Iâm going to fall for the most beautiful girl in the world, I have to know how to fight right?â Bucky says this like it's the most obvious thing, smirking at the way you donât hide the smitten grin he elicits from you.
This made me feel bubbly and warm đ¤ I would be constantly blushing next to that man
âOnly for my girl,â he says this like a promise. His right-hand goes up to gently brush against your cheek. You lean into the touch, that same hand cupping your cheek in response.
In the clear slot where his identification should be is a polaroid picture from the weekend camping trip. Youâre in that picture sitting next to Bucky on a couple of logs surrounded by your friends and peers. Thereâs a bright smile on Buckyâs face, his arm around your shoulder as you make bunny ears behind his head.
âIf you want something use your words, sweetheart,â he mutters against your lips, you suppress a groan, âYou know what I want. I don't have to say it,â you retort impatiently. Bucky shakes his head, smiling despite himself, âI want to hear you say it,â he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. The hands on your ass give it a light squeeze emitting a small gasp from you. You can feel the shit-eating grin on your neck.
đď¸đđď¸ I want this energy I need it, I love the way you write
âY/n, IâŚI wanted to give you some time. Time to figure things outâto figure out what you wanted. I tried pretending I was okay with pieces of you, but Iâm not. I want all of you. I want to be yours,â Bucky confesses with sincerity. You reach out to interlock your hands with his, a floodgate of emotions engulfing you.Â
JUST WHEN THINGS CAN'T GET ANY HOTTER WE GET THIS FLUFFY MOMENT I LOVE ITđ
He is so needy and precious and he knows what he wants and I love it I love it I love it
Lines Crossed
Pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader (College AU)
Summary: You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warning(s): 18+ mdni / drinking / jealousy / forced proximity / smut / female reader / drunk jerk (stranger) / tension / will they won't they oh they will đŤŁâ¤ď¸âđĽ / sex w/protection / pet names / sprinkles of possessive + protective Bucky so be prepared / there's a build-up so enjoy âŁď¸
Prompt: oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
a/n: Please be kind this is my first time writing something like this. đĽşđŠś I decided to challenge myself and join @mercurial-chucklesâ smutty September fest. A tad late on the deadline because Hurricane Helene decided to take the power out. đ This is a standalone fic, but you can most definitely read it (and is intended to be) as a continuation of the events of A Night of Frights & Delights. Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
part one backstory // divider // ambiance đ¤
You step into the foyer of the Stark Manor, a grand staircase greets you, its golden railing glowing underneath an ornate chandelier. Various guests mingle around the manor, the buzz of conversation accompanying the music that pulses throughout. Everything about the sight in front of you screams old wealth and elegance.Â
Your eyes scan the luxurious home with an expression of awe. Despite being invited before, you had never come to one of Tonyâs parties. Choosing the comfort of your bed and your favorite show instead. However, this time knowing a certain captain of the baseball team would be hereâand your history with himâwell you just had to come.Â
As you take it all in, your gaze locks on a pair of beautiful blues. The very same ones you were thinking of all day. And by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was awaiting your arrival just as much as you had been waiting to see him.Â
There was no denying he most certainly had been.Â
Bucky had arrived about half an hour earlier with some of his teammates. His impatience grew by the second at your absence. He was dying to see what you wore for the party. You denied him any sneak peeks, which only fueled his excitement. He tried distracting himself by greeting anyone he could and making conversation, but he continuously gravitated to the foyer, waiting for the moment you stepped in through those doors.Â
When you finally did, Bucky knew with the utmost certainty that the wait was worth it. When his eyes met yours you knocked the air straight out of his lungs with the black dress you were wearing. The satin dawning your body accentuated your silhouette perfectlyâand the high slit at your right leg showed off the right amount of skin. The way you did your hair and your makeup complimented you perfectly, and Bucky was losing his goddamn mind because of it. Â
Sincerely, he was close to whisking you away and keeping you all to himself.Â
You looked nothing short of beyond stunning. Bucky had been holding back for months, staying within the lines you drew that night in the tent, and honestly, he deserved a medal for that. Itâs the hardest thing he's ever done. What he felt for you couldnât measure up to anything else in his life. Never had he felt so over the moon in his feelings for anyone. Yet, you brought on those sentiments by just being you. He was sure if he wasnât in love with you yet, he was damn near close to it.Â
And right now, seeing you in that dress, his mind is going to places it shouldnât. Places that only belonged to him and his bed on those nights you left him wanting more. Thoughts and scenarios where the night ends with him tearing that dress right off you and showing you just how serious he is about wanting you.Â
Heâs not so sure he can be on his best behavior tonight.Â
Bucky discards the drink he had been holding and saunters over to you. Your heart races in your chest when you see the way his blues darken when he rakes his eyes over your formâshamelessly drinking you up. You take in his figure as well, the all-black suit giving him an aura of class and sophistication that was stirring something dangerous within you.Â
Bucky cleaned up good, real good.
He stops a mere foot away from you, his eyes twinkling with intentions both of you long for. You didnât realize you had been holding your breath until his voice broke you out of your trance.Â
âThereâs no way Iâm letting you leave my side tonight, not in that dress,â Buckyâs voice is deeper than usual, contrasting the charming grin on his face. You roll your eyes playfully, âI donât need a babysitter, Bucky,â you reply amused at the thought. Having Bucky by your side all night would definitely lead to you two enjoying each otherâs company in other ways.Â
Not that you would object if it did.Â
Buckyâs hand reaches out to touch you, your heart skipping a beat as he adjusts the strap of your dress on your shoulder. His touch lingers for a second more as a light chuckle escapes him. âMaybe not you sweetheart, but I might. Someoneâs going to have to keep me in check tonight. I already have a hard enough time keeping my hands off of you and now you walk in looking like a masterpiece and I'm supposed to keep my hands to myself?â He bites his bottom lip for a moment, almost as if to stop himself from saying too much.Â
âSomething tells me youâre going to lay it on thick tonight, aren't you?â You tease him, all the while your body thrums with the way he compliments you. Bucky always knows exactly what to say to make you feel like the only girl in the room. An effortless gift he had only when it came to you.
âCan you blame me, baby? You walk in and suddenly it's like no one else exists,â his tone is softer, yet serious when he says this. Your heart skipped a beat when he called you baby. The weight of his attention felt in every fiber of your being. Bucky only ever called you baby when he wanted to really affect you. Reminding you of the pull he had over you. Â
The spell you two were under was suddenly broken by Darcy, who rushed over to where you were standing and linked your arm with hers. âSorry! Iâm going to steal her away for a bit there Bucky!â She says unapologetically as she tears you away from the man who looks like he could have devoured you if your friend hadn't interrupted. Your protests fall on deaf ears so you're left waving a smallâbut not definiteâfarewell to Bucky.Â
It seemed Buckyâs friends had been waiting for the right moment to steal him away too. As soon as you were in another room Sam and Steve went up to Bucky and dragged him to whatever antics the baseball team was up to. His disappointment matches yours, but if there was one thing he had proven all these months was that he had a lot of patience. He knew you two would end up crossing each otherâs paths more than once tonight. It was only a matter of time.Â
âYou forgot you promised to stick by my side tonight. My ex is here, I need the support,â Darcy reminds you with a slight pout. She looks like a ball of fire with the way she pulls you through the crowd in her crimson dress. Her eyes dart to every guest looking to avoid her ex at all costs.
âI didnât forget. I was just saying hi to a friend,â you explain emitting a snort from Darcy, âA friend? If heâs just a friend than Iâm the Queen of England.â You roll your eyes, a small huff of a laugh leaving your lips. Darcy wasnât wrong. You and Bucky werenât just friends, but you also werenât anything moreâand that was by your account.Â
You and Bucky have fallen into a grey area of what you are to each other. At first, after the camping trip, you tried avoiding him. Not because what happened upset youâbut because you couldnât trust yourself around him after that. Making out with him in that tent made you realize that what you thought had been an annoyance towards Bucky was actually the beginning of a deep-rooted crush. One that bubbled to the surface after that night.Â
Avoiding him altogether was an impossible task when he lived in the other apartment in the duplex you rented. Especially after he insisted on giving you rides back and forth from campus with the excuse that now that you two were friends it's only natural for him to be more friendly. By his definition, it also included things like buying you food on days he knows youâve been too busy to get something for yourself, walking you to your classes whenever he has the chance, and going with you to art exhibitions to dabble in your passion with you.Â
Oh, and it also included kissing you mercilessly during tutoring sessions.Â
Around the time that fall semester began, Bucky asked you if you could tutor him on a few subjects. He hadnât done the greatest academically last semester and he wanted to keep his grades up before baseball season started. You were hesitant at first, but ultimately gave in when you realized how sincere he was about needing the help.Â
Tutoring Bucky meant spending lots of time with him after classes. The sessions were innocent at first, but after the first time kissing on your bed, Bucky made it a tradition to have his lips on yours, and his hands wandering your body at every session. He even stopped hosting parties at his place, preferring being in your room and getting drunk on the taste of you.Â
Bucky was too infatuated by you to ever want to do anything else. Studying was an afterthought whenever you were around, and yet he was doing better than he ever had before in all his classes. Being someone you could be proud of was honestly the best motivation he could ask for.Â
Deep down you knew you were falling for him. There was a bit of apprehension on your part as you hadnât known Bucky to ever have a girlfriend. From what you can remember, ever since youâve known him, he was the kind of guy who preferred flirting and casual encounters. And there was no guarantee you would be the one to break that. So to keep yourself safe you drew those linesâbuilt those walls up high to guard your heart. Bucky respected those lines and never crossed them. No matter how badly he wanted to.Â
Some days, like today, made you want to say screw the lines and just give in to what you desired most. However, when that desire included lowering those walls you put in place, you werenât brave enough to risk itâso you didnât. Instead, you and Bucky danced around those lines until it drove you both mad.Â
Your thoughts follow you for the next hour as you stay by Darcyâs side. Bucky has this natural way of consuming your mind latelyâand your sketchbook. You wish you had it with you right now because when your feelings decide to overflow you channel that intensity onto the paper. For months, every page had been filled with graphite drawings of Bucky. His smile, his eyes, his determined expression when studying, his confident stance during baseball games, and everything else that sparked the creative fire in you. You found a lot of solace in drawing him.Â
Bucky was undoubtedly your favorite muse.Â
You're so lost in your thoughts you donât register youâre in the kitchen of the manor until the guests around you cheer. It seems Darcy and Thor have fallen into a friendly competition of sorts to see who could down more shots than the other in one minute. A group of spectators and friends have gathered in the kitchen to watch the showdown go down. Your eyes dart to Jane who only gives you a half-amused, half-exasperated look. She is not looking forward to having to drive those two home later.
Contrary to your friends, you werenât drinking much tonight. Buckyâs lingering presence at the party was all your senses needed to feel like you were in a daze. For appearances, however, you decide to grab one of the red solo cups to blend in with the rest of those around you.Â
âHey, Y/n! Enjoying the party?â A maleâs voice comes from your right and when you turn to see who it is a friendly smile appears on your face. It was Ian Boothby, a fellow art major at your university. Youâve had him in enough of your classes to consider him a friend.Â
âHey, Ian. Yeah, Iâm having a good time. Are you?â Your question is a catalyst for a much longer chat with Ian. The two of you fall into light conversation about the semester, art, and other relevant topics. It's a nice breath of fresh air compared to the thoughts that had been consuming you tonight. Especially when he tells you the story of one of his painting mishaps causing you to laugh along with him.
Soon after, a hand snakes its way around your waist, and when you smell that familiar woody muskiness you know exactly who it is.Â
âHaving fun without me, sweetheart?â Buckyâs voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks, his lips forming a smirk. You face him and the look in his eyes stills you.Â
Bucky does not look pleased.Â
âBucky, hey man. Howâs baseball prep?â Ian beats you to it by addressing Bucky first. Bucky's eyes flick between you and Ian before he presses you into his side by the hold on your waist. This does not go unnoticed by Ian.
âBoothby, it's going good. Howâs the cross-country season treating you?â Bucky asks, his tone giving away how uninterested he is in continuing this conversation. If Ian picks up on the animosity he doesnât show it as he goes on and on about the sport. Buckyâs impatience grows the more he speaks and his hold on you gets a little more firm. When Buckyâs expression finally gives way to how he genuinely feels Ian finds a way to excuse himself and exit the conversation.
A beat passes before you finally speak, âIanâs my friend. You didnât have to scare him off like that,â you say with slight annoyance. Bucky clicks his tongue as he eyes you closely, âI didnât, but I felt like it,â he shrugs cooly. âDidn't like the way he was looking at you.â He adds, his thumb rubbing small circles on your waist.
âOh? And how was he looking at me?âÂ
âLike in the way only I should be.âÂ
The possessiveness in his voice catches you off guard. The air electrifying around you both at his words. You werenât going to drink, but you suddenly felt the need to. You take a sip of the substance in your cup, the bitter liquid doing little to ground you. Bucky can tell how heâs affecting you and joins you with his drink. His eyes never leave yours as he gulps some of it down.Â
You have to stop yourself from inhaling the entire thing in one go.Â
âIanâs harmless. Heâs just comfortable with me because heâs an art major too. Iâve had a lot of classes with him,â you do your best to continue the conversation and ignore the way your body heats up when Bucky gives your hip a possessive squeeze. Massaging the area afterward in gentle strokes.
âYou do a lot of bonding over paint?â Buckyâs response is slightly mocking, licking his lips to catch a drop of alcohol that wanted to escape. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he relishes the way you're looking at him now. Your gaze trained on his lips. When you realize heâs noticed, the heat from your body goes straight to your face.
You wouldnât let him have the upper hand though. Never.Â
âWell, when you have to sketch someoneâs naked body you obviously become friendly,â your reply causes Bucky to choke on his drink, the hand at your hip falling as he uses it to grab a few napkins from the granite counter behind him to wipe at the mess he made. You hide a wicked grin behind the rim of your cup.Â
He narrows his eyes at you, âExcuse me? What does that mean?â He knows what you mean, but heâs giving you a chance to tell him you're joking. Heâs not hiding the jealousy that crawls up his spine at your revelation.Â
âIt means Ianâs a nude model for some of my classes. He may not look like it but underneath those layers, heâs got the most gorgeousââ Bucky cuts you off with a fierce kiss, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him. Thereâs been plenty of times youâve shut him up with your mouth and it was his turn to return the favor. Because hearing you talk about the naked body of another man gets under his skin in ways he wasnât used to. He wasnât going to just stand there and hear another word of it.Â
The kiss catches you by surprise, but soon your drink is discarded in favor of pulling him closer by his blazer. Not caring who sees or what anyone thinks, since itâs the first time youâve ever kissed in front of others. Your craving for him was far too loud to ignore anymore. Your lips stay locked until your lungs burn begging for air.
Bucky pulls away with a smug smile, his voice an octave lower as he moves to whisper in your ear, âYouâre playing with fire, sweetheart. I know you love getting a rise out of me, but just so weâre clearânext time you want to mess with me like thatâIâll make sure you canât even stand after Iâm through with you,â his declaration causes a shiver to make its way up your spine.Â
You swallow hard, your mouth opening to say something, but no sound comes out. Bucky lets out a rough chuckle, ghosting his lips against your cheek before pulling away to stare at how speechless heâs left you. Heâs blatantly savoring every second of it.Â
You want to say somethingâanything. Something witty or playful, but the thought of him making good on his promiseâthe image it conjures in your mindâkeeps you silent.
âBuck! Youâre needed at beer pong! Tonyâs team is winning and the bet is up to five hundred,â Steve rushes into the kitchen, breaking through the bubble you two were in. His eyes dart between you and Bucky with a knowing look. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at the sight of you two.Â
You start to register thereâs still an extravagant party happening around you. Â
Bucky sighs with slight irritation as he once again gets his moment with you interrupted. He reluctantly tears his attention away from you to call back to Steve, âIâll be right there!â Steve nods in approval before going back the way he came.Â
Nowâs your chance to say something, but Bucky pulls away from your body before you can. A coldness replacing where his touch used to be. âHold that thought, baby. Looks like my team needs their star player,â he winks at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, âyou keep thinking about what I said while Iâm gone,â he says in a gruff whisper, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip in a barely there touch.Â
He knows he needs to leave before he takes this somewhere you canât go back from.Â
Bucky doesnât give you a chance to say anything as he makes a smooth exit. Heading out of the kitchen in the direction of the beer pong game. Your body prickling with an ever growing sexual frustration. You were embarrassingly close to snatching Bucky away and giving in to all your desires in one of the many rooms of the manor.Â
âYou two need to get a room,â Jane seems to read your mind as she teases you. Appearing from behind you once Bucky was no longer in sight. You canât deny her words, letting out a small huff, âI donât know what good that would do. Iâve been clear about not wanting to take things further.â You explain to her, not sure if you could go back on your words for the sake of giving in to what you want now. Jane has had this conversation with you a few times before, and it appears she's hit her limit today.Â
 âThat man is absolutely head over heels for you. How can you not see that?â Jane shakes her head at you, wondering how she can make you realize what you already know yet deny. There's a vulnerability that overcomes you when you reply, âItâs not that I donât see it. I justâIâve never seen him be serious about anyone. The only thing heâs ever serious about is baseball.â Jane looks like sheâs about to do something drastic at your denial.Â
âY/n, Bucky is serious about you. Heâs literally all about youâheâs chosen you over baseball many times. Iâm not around him like you are and even I can see it clear as day. Do you know Thor and like half of the baseball team thinks you two are secretly dating? Stop denying what you know deep down is true and just give inâbe happy,â Jane tells it like it is, her tone leaving no room for argument or denial.Â
For so long Bucky has shown you another side of himâone not many get to see. Heâs given you priority and importance when he didnât have to. Care and consideration when you needed it most. A shoulder to lean on and a steady support to rely on. Time and time again Bucky has demonstrated how much you mean to him.
Perhaps, you both have been something more to each other for a long time and Buckyâs kept his wishes at bay to make sure things developed at your pace.Â
When it finally hits you, you almost feel exposed by how skillfully Jane can read you. At how easily she can see the situation for what it is and not for what your worries twisted it to be. If Bucky had made it clear to you how he felt, what was stopping you from taking things further than they had been before?
At this point, nothing, nothing was stopping you but yourself.
This realization follows you to the dance floor. A very drunk Darcy had pulled you to it along with Jane, babbling tipsily after losing the drinking competition to Thor. You had never seen a living room with such high ceilings before or enough room to host a makeshift dance floor and a DJ booth. The living space had been stripped of its furniture and supplied with top-notch equipment to make it resemble the inside of a club.Â
At least in the near darkness, it resembled one.
Youâre in a huddle of your closest friends, all of them letting the music guide their movements to their heartâs content. You sway absentmindedly, so you're not merely standing there awkwardly. The kaleidoscope of party lights strobe and kiss your skin with an array of colors as the music thumps around your body.Â
A loud cheer catches your attention, the source of the sound coming from a table on the far left end of the room. Tony and his friends were boisterous as they made a shot against their opponent's team in beer pongâBuckyâs team. You had a clear view of it all from where you stood.Â
Buckyâs team seems to be taking turns on who drinks every time Tonyâs team makes a shot. They look amongst themselves until Bucky steps up and chugs the liquid in the red solo cup. It's like he can feel the shift in the air because as soon as the cup is away from his lips his eyes scan the space and find you, and suddenly it's like you two are the only two people in the room.Â
You want himâall of him. You enjoy the teases, the banter, the back and forth, but you know youâd enjoy calling him yours more.Â
The music picks up in tempo as your boldness grows. Keeping your eyes trained on him, your hips begin to sway provocatively, tempting him to say screw the game and make his way towards you instead. Buckyâs not even paying attention to the game anymore his eyes soaking up your every move as it fans the flames of desire between you. The atmosphere around you buzzes as the ground shakes due to the sea of dancing bodies, and yet nothing thrums within you more than your need for Bucky.Â
The little show youâre putting on for him continues as you roll and wave your body in ways that seduce him. Ghosting your hand along the curves and dips of your figure showing him exactly where youâd like his hands to be. Buckyâs mind is reeling with everything he wants to do to you and none of it involves the dance floor and all of it involves you and him in some private corner of the manor where he can show you exactly what his hands are capable of.Â
You are making it impossibly hard for him to concentrate on anything else.Â
Slowly and with shady intentions a group of drunk guys circle the huddle of you and your friends like vultures. Finding their way to snake themselves into any corner or crevice they can fit into. Their bodies bumping and grazing against yours. Thereâs one guy in particular that has his sights set on you. Getting closer to you on the dancefloor and creeping his hands along your waist. You swat his hands away, but he doesnât disperse immediately. The alcohol on his breath fanning your face causing you to gag. The more you dismiss him the more adamant he was about keeping you close to him.Â
Almost instantly, a protective grip pulls you away from the drunk guy. A familiar warmth encases you as Bucky pulls you into his chest, your back to him. Your hands find their way to hold his arms to ease the displeasure the drunk had caused.
Bucky glares at the drunk guy, his gaze cold and unapologetic, âAlright, that's enough.â The drunk guy sneers, his words slurred, âWhat theâwhatâs your problem bro? Weâre justââ Bucky doesnât let him finish, âShut up. Youâre not doing anything. Youâve got two seconds to back off or weâre going to have a problem,â Buckyâs reply is sharp and menacing. He directs it to all the men that had swarmed you and your friends.Â
Shifting you so you stand at his side, Bucky steps forward to let the guys know heâs not messing around. Your hold goes to his right arm where youâre watching the exchange unfold anxiously. You hope things donât escalate, not wanting Bucky to get into a scuffle. You know he can handle himself, but the idea of him getting hurt in any way caused your heart to ache.Â
The guys size Bucky up and it seems some of them think they can take him on. Until the strobing lights illuminate Buckyâs darkened gaze enough that in their drunk haze, they finally recognize him as captain of the baseball team. That means that fighting Bucky meant taking on the entirety of the team. And with the way Sam and Steve were looking over to see if they needed to step in, and Thor was already storming overâthey knew they didnât stand a chance.
It was comical the way the drunk men scramble to get away as fast as they could. Muttering incoherences and apologies under their breath. They donât get far as Tonyâs hired security for the night promptly kicks them out.Â
Thor comes up to check on everyone, giving special attention to Jane who keeps assuring him sheâs fine. You turn to Bucky, whoâs already inspecting you to make sure you are alright, âBucky Iââ You almost tell him not to worry, that you had things under control, but in reality, youâre glad Bucky stepped in.Â
âThank you,â you say sincerely, Buckyâs tense demeanor softens at your words. He moves to get a better hold on you, his grip at your waist protective teetering on possessive.Â
âYou donât have to thank me for that, sweetheart. I got youâalways,â Buckyâs genuine response makes your heart flutter and your pulse quicken. Your senses are awakened by his proximity, completely enamored with the way he looks at you.Â
âPlus, if Iâm going to fall for the most beautiful girl in the world, I have to know how to fight right?â Bucky says this like it's the most obvious thing, smirking at the way you donât hide the smitten grin he elicits from you. Thereâs a sparkle in your eyes as you stare at him, Buckyâs heart racing at the sight of it.
 âYou and your compliments,â you give a breathless laugh, letting your guard down for once and going with the flow. Bucky can sense it. Sense the way thereâs a shift between you, the blossoming of something bigger being accepted and not pushed away by you anymore.
âOnly for my girl,â he says this like a promise. His right-hand goes up to gently brush against your cheek. You lean into the touch, that same hand cupping your cheek in response. Bucky has never felt more elated knowing that maybe finally you two can go to places heâs only dreamed of.Â
âYours?â You question him playfully, which causes him to chuckle, the sound a low rumble, âYou and I both know you are, sweetheart. I told you I had all the time in the world to make you fall for meâand I meant it,â he smiles, an intense fire in his eyes that only accumulates when you respond, âYou donât have to wait any longer, Bucky.â
He wastes no second to connect your lips, kissing you with a loving purpose. His lips have a slightly bitter taste to them from the beer that still lingered there. And yet, the bitterness disappears when one kiss turns into two and then three. His arms encircling you to pull you into his chest, your hands finding their way to the nape of his neck.
Bucky pulls away to ghost his lips against your jaw until his lips brush against your ear, âThose little moves you were doing for me earlier, do them again,â his husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as he tugs you in to dance with him. Your bodies mold to one another, hips swaying in rhythm with the vigorous music. The beat allows you to gyrate and grind in ways that drive him to the edge of his control.Â
His hand rests on the small of your back, holding you close, fingers splayed out as if making a silent claim. You can feel the way his gaze burns into you, the air getting hotter making it harder to breathe. Your hands trail up and down his arms as need be. The rest of the party fades away leaving you two alone in this space of this charged energy. Every lingering touch and longing glance is layered with unspoken urges that would soon intensify to the brink of madness.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me do you?âÂ
âI do. Iâm not immune to whatâs going on between us, Bucky.â
Your body, your voice, the way you plead with your eyes for him to take this furtherâit causes a stirring within his pantsâthe fabric getting tighter the longer the dance goes on. He needs to get you away, to get you alone. Bucky needs to satiate this hunger for you that threatens to consume him or he is going to end up doing something Rated R on this dance floor.Â
The throbbing between your legs agrees.Â
An idea pops into Buckyâs mind when he glances at his group of friends. He increases the volume of his voice so you can hear him over the music, âThe baseball team was going to host a game of hide and seek. Should we play?â Playful mischief glimmers in his eyes as he asks you.Â
âHide and seek? Seriously?â You raise a brow, wondering how that was going to work in a mansion full of a million rooms.
âYeah, come on. It'll be fun,â Bucky draws you away from the dance floor and over to where his friends are mingling and taking a few shots. Steve sees Bucky approach and they have a quick whispered exchange. Your eyes dart between them, curious as to what they're discussing.
âSeems like weâre getting a head start,â he comments to you as he leads you away from the main party and down a few intricate hallways. His hold on your hand is firm, yet carefulâalmost as if heâs afraid youâll get lost in one of the many corners of the manor. The thrum of the music fades the further you slip away from the party. Your pulse spikes, both from the adrenaline of the game and the heat that still simmers between you.
Bucky has been to Tonyâs parties plenty of times before, so he knows the layout of the manor pretty well. The clicking of your heels along the marble floors echoes at the pace of the beating of his heart. He tries to focus on the expensive artwork that lines the halls instead of the way your hand perfectly fits in his. The artwork is whatâs guiding his path through the manor and you are the best distraction he could ask for.Â
âWhere are we going?â Your voice echoes down the endless hallway.Â
âSomewhere no one will find us,â he winks at you, your heart skipping a beat at his words, his pace steady and purposeful as he turns one more corner and slips you two inside a room. You're encased in darkness, blindly feeling for a light switch until Bucky uses the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the space. You faintly make out your surroundings. You seem to be in one of the many guest rooms of the manor. The attention to detail in the room was no short of the attention paid to the rest of the place.
You knew Tonyâs family had money, but seeing how they splurged for a mere guest room, meant his family was beyond loaded.Â
Bucky whispered something to you, but you didnât catch it as he took you by the hand and ushered you into the roomâs closet, clicking it shut behind him. He reaches up to turn on the small lightbulb to cascade the enclosed space in a soft glow, turning off the flashlight on his phone and putting it in his pants pocket. The tension is now thicker and more palpable in the small space, causing goosebumps to rise across your skin.
If you had a dollar for every time you and Bucky ended up in a tight space together, you would have exactly two dollars. While maybe strange, it somehow seemed fitting for you two.Â
Bucky steps closer to you, your bodies inches apart, the dim light doing nothing to dull the intensity in his eyes, âNow that Iâve got you hereâI think I did a good job with the hiding spot, don't you?â His heated whisper brings your breath to a hitch.Â
You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, âI donât knowâŚWe had a whole mansion to hide in, and you chose a closet?â You canât help but tease him, trying to lighten the unbearable tension.Â
âWould you rather go hide in the library? The wine cellar? The arcade?â His voice is dripping with mirth taking another step closer to you. He knows what you're doing, but heâs not going to let the tension die downânot this time. Â
âThe arcade sounds fun,â you quip, leaning back against the wall.Â
âHm, maybe, but I prefer the closet. Itâs a lot more private and it has itsâŚadvantages,â he reaches out to pull your hand up to his lips, planting a soft kiss across your knuckles. You go to use that hand to lightly push at his chest, but he catches it in time and intertwines your fingers instead. Your heart is racing a mile a minute.Â
âMaybe the closet isnât so bad, but these heelsâŚWorst decision I made tonight,â you shift slightly, not meaning to change the subject, but your heels are torturing you. In the quiet of the closet the pain begins to creep up on you, begging to be acknowledged. After hours of walking on them, dancing, and standing overallâyour feet were killing you. You werenât sure how long youâd be able to stand upright while hiding.Â
âAre they hurting you?âÂ
âYeah, a bit.â
âLets get them off then,â Bucky slides his hand underneath your right thigh, eyes locked on yours, as he hikes it up against the outside of his leg. Your hips brush up against his front, your breath catching at the intimacy of the moment. He watches your every reaction as he slides his hand down the underside of your leg until he reaches the strap of your heel. Heâs able to undo it effortlessly, relieving you of the discomfort, his fingers grazing your ankle as he slides your right heel off. His every touch leaves heat in its wake.Â
âBucky you really don't have toââ he cuts you off with a soft smile and half-lidded eyes, switching his hold from your right leg to your left one, âI want to, sweetheart. Just let me help, â he removes the other heel with the same tantalizing tenderness he used for the first one. Putting them to the side where they wonât get in the way.
The relief you feel is immediate.
âBetter?âÂ
âMuch.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
A moment passes before he speaks, his voice quiet with an underlying devotion, âYou donât get the hold you have on me, do you?ââ His right hand dances along the outside of your thigh while his left plays with the strap of your dress, twirling it between his fingers. The hand at your thigh traces patterns onto it. Trailing intricate swirls across the flesh, along your hips, ascending to your waist, and all the way up to the space between your breasts. The touch lingers there when you let out a soft sigh.Â
You honestly forget how to breathe.Â
âSay the word and Iâm all yours, Y/n,â his voice is rough as his lips ghost against yoursâseductively grazing against them. Going so far as licking his lips with an invigorating grin to really drive you crazy.
Bucky is waiting for you to make the deciding move. When you realize this, you throw all caution to the wind, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. You waste no time in granting him access to deepen it. Bucky follows your lead ardently. His hands snake down your body to cup your ass and pull you impossibly close to him.Â
Your hands get lost in his hair, a groan rumbling through him at the way you tug at it. You two arenât sweetly kissing, you're devouring each other. Yearning for the other all night leaves no more room for taking things slow or holding back. Youâre both now giving in to what you want mostâeach other.Â
The heat between you intensifies until it crescendos to a boiling point. The aching between your legs imploring you to do something about it. You reach down to tug at the waistband of his pants, causing Bucky to let out a husky laugh.Â
âIf you want something use your words, sweetheart,â he mutters against your lips, you suppress a groan, âYou know what I want. I don't have to say it,â you retort impatiently. Bucky shakes his head, smiling despite himself, âI want to hear you say it,â he dips his head to the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. The hands on your ass give it a light squeeze emitting a small gasp from you. You can feel the shit-eating grin on your neck.Â
âBuckyâŚ.IâŚâ your words are cut off by a soft moan when Buckyâs left hand sneaks its way through the slit of your dress until he reaches the inside of your thighs. He massages the flesh there, his thumb brushing against the hem of your panties.Â
Your arousal pools impossibly more, and the lustful haze only increases at the way you feel his hardened cock straining against his pantsâright against your hip.Â
âMm? What was that, baby? Couldnât hear you over those pretty noises you're making,â his every word drips with cockiness.Â
âYou're insufferable.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Bucky kisses your neck with more fervor. Sucking and nipping at the skin hard enough to leave marks. Your thighs involuntarily close together at the way he calls you his girl. He eases them back apart with his deliberate touches. Kneading the soft flesh in his hands as his breathing goes ragged along your neck, tickling your skin. He was on the brink of losing what little control he had left.Â
You suck in a sharp breath, losing what little semblance of control you had left the higher his touch gets. He only goes so far, barely brushing across your clothed cunt to give you a taste of what he can do if you just let him hear it. You were desperate for more and he knew it.Â
 âFuck me, Bucky,â you manage to whimper out, hooking your fingers into his empty belt loops and yanking him towards you. Bucky lets out a low growl at the brief friction, his eyes darkening to an almost unrecognizable color. For a moment, his brain short circuits at your words, processing that you really said that to him accompanied by that alluring sound. Heâs heard those sinful noises from you before, but never like this. Never with the assurance of more.Â
âSay it again.â
âBucky, please just fuck me already.â
You donât have to tell him another time. Bucky crashes his mouth onto yours with a new intensity, mumbling lustful promises into your mouth. How he wants you, how badly he aches to make you feel good, how he yearns for his pretty girl to lose herself with him, and so many more things that make you dizzy.Â
He moves to bunch up your dress, hiking it up your legs until it's bundled at your waist. His breathing strains at the sightâyour black lacy panties luring him inâhis muscles tensing at the growing need to be inside you. His left arm reaches down to hook his forearm under your knee and bring it up to his hip. You wrap that leg around him, steadying yourself on your other foot as you grind against each other. You can feel the way his cock aches to be freed and it causes you to arch deeper into him. Your moans mingle into one, the slight relief overwhelming you.Â
Bucky takes his free hand and splays it at the small of your back, offering strong support as your bodies continue to grind against one another. A chorus of moans and yearnful whines erupt from you both. All of the pining and hunger for one another amalgamates into one as you continue to rub against each other. You swallow each otherâs sounds, tongues tangling carnally as neither of you leaves any room for air.
âDo you haveâ?â
âBack pocket. Wallet.â
Your lips barely disconnect at the brief exchange. You reach behind him, patting down his backside until you feel the outline of his wallet in his pocket. You take hold of it and bring it forward. Meanwhile, Bucky decides to leave wet kisses along the valley of your breasts. You can barely contain yourself and your soft moans as you pull out the condom. The wallet almost slips from your grasp as the attention to your breasts causes you to tremble.Â
You hold it tighter intending to put it back in his pocket when something catches your eye. In the clear slot where his identification should be is a polaroid picture from the weekend camping trip. Youâre in that picture sitting next to Bucky on a couple of logs surrounded by your friends and peers. Thereâs a bright smile on Buckyâs face, his arm around your shoulder as you make bunny ears behind his head.
You love this picture. You have a copy of it taped to your bedroom mirror back home.
At your stillness, Bucky looks up to see whatâs going on. When he notices you staring at the picture, he smiles fondly. " It's the only picture I had of us,â he utters softly, causing a warmth to spread throughout you. You gaze at him in tender awe, marveling at the fact that Bucky is real.
Why had you ever doubted he was anything but yours?Â
You kiss him this time with all the unspoken feelings youâve bubbled up and kept inside. The wallet falls from your hands, but it's no matter as Bucky kicks it to the side with his foot, and shudders at the way your lips claim his. This goes beyond lust. Your heart beats with reason, and that reason is the man in front of you.Â
âBucky, I want this. I want you. All of you,â you whisper passionately, your hands lowering to help him unbutton and unzip his pants, the foil neatly tucked between your fingers. A guttural moan leaves him when you push the layers of fabric down and free his cock, pumping it a few times to get a feel of it. His head falls to your shoulder, sighing softly in a near whine as you tear the foil open and roll the protection down his length. It twitches in your hands, his hips bucking at the contact.Â
His arms are preoccupied with keeping you close and steady, so you gently guide him to your center. Moving your panties to the side as he tantalizingly slides along your folds before he slowly enters you. Your mouth goes agape at the sensation while Bucky has to do everything to make sure he doesnât cum right then and there.
This was so much better than what he had imagined in his dreams.Â
It's been too long since youâve done this and the burn at the stretch causes you to cry out quietly. Bucky peppers your face with sweet kisses and whispers of devotion. Trying to do his best to comfort you as he lets you adjust inch by inch. The hand at the small of your back rubs circles into it with his thumb, your own hands shooting up to grip his biceps for support.Â
âIâm not gonna last if you tighten up like that sweetheart,â he hisses a groan at how tightly your walls envelop him. Youâre really making it hard for him to not come undone in a short amount of time.Â
âSorry.â
âDonât apologize, baby, just relax for me.â
His gentle words are accompanied by thrusts that are slow with a deliberate purpose. Heâs careful with his pace as he wants this to go at whatever speed you need. It takes a bit, but his soft kisses and comforting touches coax the burn away until you're left with the ardent ache of needing more.Â
âFaster, Bucky,â you plead breathily. He rests his forehead against yours.âCan you handle it, baby?â His question is full of loving concern, prioritizing your pleasure over everything.
âI canâŚfuckâŚplease,â you assure him, your leg pulling him in tighter causing him to bottom out. Bucky curses and moans all in one. At your assurance, he picks up the pace of his hips, rocking them against you with a fiery velocity. The lewd sounds bouncing off the walls of the closet in waves.Â
He gives it to you exactly how you asked him to. That man would do anything for youâjust say the word and its done.Â
Bucky is on cloud nine at the way you take him. The way your bodies mold and arch into one anotherâs like you canât get enough. As if all you ever needed to consume to live was each other. When he goes to kiss you, you can barely kiss back as youâre too lost in the way he slams into you.
âFuck, baby, if only you could see yourself. Youâre so fucking gorgeous making those pretty expressions for me,â Bucky grunts out, drinking up the sight of your face. A string of mewls leaves your lips at the keen attention he keeps on you. Everything about you right now is a work of art in his eyes he wants framed and kept at his bedside. A constant reminder heâs the one who gets to make you look and feel so damn good. Â
âDonât stop, please don't stop.â
âWasnât planning to, sweetheart.âÂ
Your words egg him on to go harder, causing your back to press tightly against the wall. Hiking your leg just a tad bit higher to thrust into you at another angle. This was the best decision he ever made as he hits the perfect spot within you. One that leaves you clinging onto him desperately as your walls tighten on the brink of release.Â
It takes a few more fierce drives into you until your orgasm hits you and you're cumming with a feverish intensity. Moaning Buckyâs name in a euphoric mantra thatâs music to his ears. It's what brings him over the edge and he stills at the force of his orgasm, his head collapsing into the dip of your neck as he releases into the condom.Â
âMy girl. My sweet girl. You feel so good, baby,â Bucky softly whispers against your neck. Planting small kisses as both of you come down from your highs. Your arms wrap behind his neck to embrace him and keep him close to you. Bucky continues to mutter sweet praises along your skin, as your hands thread through his hair tenderly. Both of you steadying your breaths as you come back down to Earth.Â
If it weren't for Bucky holding your right leg up, it would've fallen from its position at his hip long ago. Youâre even more grateful for it now as your body felt completely boneless. And when he pulls out, its the grip he has on your body that keeps your knees from buckling.
Bucky lifts his head so his gaze locks on yours. His blues are swimming with a vehemence that steals your breath and causes your pulse to race. Â
âY/n, IâŚI wanted to give you some time. Time to figure things outâto figure out what you wanted. I tried pretending I was okay with pieces of you, but Iâm not. I want all of you. I want to be yours,â Bucky confesses with sincerity. You reach out to interlock your hands with his, a floodgate of emotions engulfing you.Â
âBuckyââ you start, but heâs not hearing it, afraid youâll want to go back to a place that would devastate him. âWait, just hear me out. Everything I ever did was to get you to notice me. From the moment we met there was just something about you that kept pulling me in. And I knewâI just knew I had to get to know you. And then one thing led to another and I fell for youâhard. Now I canât imagine my life without you. There's only you. Itâs always been you. Give me a chance, let me prove it to you every day, that Iâm yours. That I have been for a long time,â Buckyâs tone borders on pleading, you give his hands a light squeeze to ease the worry in his features.Â
âBucky you have nothing to proveââ
âY/nââÂ
This time you stop him by clamping a hand over his mouth.Â
âBucky, you have nothing to prove because Iâve felt the same way for a long time. I just fought it for so long out of fear that maybe you werenât serious about me. But I can see now I was wrong. Iâve been yours for a long time too, Bucky. I just pretended I wasnâtâand Iâm done fighting it. Iâm done being in denial. I want to have something serious with you. Iâm ready for it,â your heartfelt confession immediately melts away the tension in Buckyâs shoulders.Â
You wanting this as much as he did made him feel like he was on top of the world.
He mumbles something into your hand, the biggest grin on the other side of it. You laugh adoringly at the sight as you remove your hand to replace it with your mouth instead. Both of you sink into the kiss as a deeper devotion is exchanged.Â
âWhoever is seeking is horrible at it,â you remove yourself with a light giggle, taking a jab at whoever the seeker of the hide-and-seek game is. A game that was long forgotten by Bucky until you mentioned it.Â
Bucky smiles sheepishly, âAbout thatâŚthere's not actually a hide-and-seek game. And if there is they don't know weâre playing,â he confesses with a twinkle in his eyes. You shake your head at him, laughing in disbelief, âBucky, then what were you and Steve whispering about?â Your curiosity is met with a boyish grin from Bucky, âI was just letting him know not to come looking for me. I wanted to get some alone time with you,â his hands find your hips again to give them a gentle squeeze.
Bucky is far from done with you yet.Â
You roll your eyes lightheartedly at his revelation. Of course, heâd come up with a way to get you all to himself. Can you blame him?Â
After a few more stolen kisses and lingering touches, you both start to compose yourselves. Adjusting your outfits and collecting your items from the ground. Thankfully, the guest room has its own bathroom where the two of you can clean up much better than in the small closet. Tousled hair, smeared makeup, and sweaty skin required a deeper attentiveness.
You both take your time in freshening up. The bathroom lighting does wonders to reveal every piece of evidence of your sexual encounter. You can now clearly see all the red marks that would eventually turn into hickeys that scattered your neck and chest. Bucky beams pleased at the markings heâs left as you scold him for making them so prominent.Â
Bucky doesnât give a damn. Heâd gladly make more in an instant.Â
By the end, all that's left is to get your heels on, which Bucky insists on helping you with. He offered to carry you for the rest of the party or even giving you his shoes, but you declined both options. You paid good money for these heels so whether you liked it or not, you were forcing yourself to wear them.Â
Bucky helps you up onto the expansive marble counter. Lowering down onto his knees in front of you to slide your heels back onto your feet. Nimble fingers work the straps into place, making sure they're not too tight at the ankles. When he looks up at you, a devilish grin appears on his face. That spark of desire is back in your eyes when you see how good he looks knelt between your legs. Your mind was reeling with ideas as the heat once again pranced across your skin. Buckyâs gaze bore into yours, almost as if he could read your mind. He canât help but get turned on again.Â
You were in the same boat.Â
âYou know, I have a big stats test on Monday. I could use an emergency tutoring session right about now,â his tone is laced with suggestion as his fingers trace along your ankle. You hum, âHm? Do you? I think I could accommodate that.â Your reply gives Bucky the go to start kissing up your legs until he reaches your knees. He never breaks eye contact as he places a tender kiss on each one before standing up and giving that same attention to your mouth.
âPerfect. Letâs get out of here, sweetheart,â Bucky mutters against your lips, the kiss a promise of the fun awaiting you for the rest of the night. Now that the lines were blurred beyond recognition, into something deeper, something real, you were both completely all in.Â
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the thanksgiving lie (1)
introduction, part one
description: every year, your mother calls to nag you about whether you're bringing anyone to thanksgiving. this time, you panic and say the first name that comes to mind- your coworker spencer reid.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
contains: fake dating trope, fluff, reader being described as being shorter than spencer.
song rec: do i wanna know? by arctic monkeys "(do i wanna know?) if this feelin' flows both ways?"
w.c: 2.0k
an: picking a song for this was soooo hard.
now, standing on the front steps of your childhood home, you took a deep breath and turned to him. "okay, spencer," you said, gripping the railing tightly. "brace yourself."
his eyes searched yours for a hint of what was to come, but you couldn't quite read the expression on his face. was he nervous? excited? you'd only invited him on a whim, after all, desperate to avoid another year of your mother's prodding questions.
with a nod, spencer took a step forward and you followed suit, the heavy wooden door swinging open with a groan that echoed through the hallway. the smell of roasting turkey and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of laughter and the clinking of silverware against plates. you led him into the warm embrace of your mother's kitchen, where the aromas grew stronger, wrapping around you both like a comforting blanket.
your mother looked up from the stove, her apron covered in flour and her cheeks flushed from the heat. her eyes widened when she saw you, and then they darted to spencer. "well, look who the cat dragged in," she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron. she rushed over, her eyes alight with excitement and curiosity. "you must be the mysterious spencer reid!"
your father, who was setting the table in the dining room, glanced over his shoulder. "who's this young man?" he called out, his voice filled with warmth.
you swallowed the lump in your throat and made the introductions. "mom, dad, this is spencer reid," you said, gesturing to the tall, slightly nervous figure beside you. "spencer, these are my parents."
your mother's eyes lit up as she took in spencer's well-tailored suit and his slightly disheveled hair. she stepped closer, extending her hand. "so nice to finally meet you," she said, her grip firm and welcoming. "our daughter has told us so much about you, spencer. i've been dying to know who this 'partner' of her's is!"
you groaned inwardly, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks. "mom, please," you mumbled, trying to change the subject. "can we not do this now?"
but she wasn't about to let it go. "oh, come on," she said, her eyes gleaming. "we're all just dying to know the details. is it serious?"
spencer's eyes flickered to yours, and you could see the amusement in them. "well," he began, his voice steady. "we're taking it one step at a time."
your mother clasped her hands to her chest, her expression a mix of delight and anticipation. "how romantic," she said with a knowing smile. "now, you two sit down and let me get you something to drink. apple cider?"
you nodded gratefully, leading spencer to the dining table. your heart was racing. what had you done? inviting him had been an impulsive decision, born out of desperation to avoid the usual family drama, but now you weren't so sure it was a good idea. your family could be⌠intense, to say the least.
as you sat down, your brother sailed into the room, his arms laden with plates and cutlery. "who's this?" he asked, his voice high with excitement. "did you finally bring someone home?"
you rolled your eyes. "yes actually, this is spencer," you replied, trying to keep the exasperation out of your voice. "spencer, this is my brother, the baby of the family."
"oh, wow!" your brother gushed, setting down the plates with a clatter. "you're a real person!" he grinned at spencer. "we've heard so much about you, and now you're actually here. welcome to the madness!"
spencer chuckled politely, and you felt a strange sense of pride at his ability to handle your family's overwhelming energy. "thanks," he said. "i've heard quite a bit about all of you too."
as your mother bustled around, filling glasses with steaming apple cider, your father joined the group, extending a hand to spencer. "good to meet you, son," he said with a firm shake. "glad you could make it. hope you're ready for a real family thanksgiving."
spencer's smile remained unshaken. "i am, sir," he said, his voice calm and collected. "i've been looking forward to it."
while your mother and brother bombarded spencer with questions about his job and hometown, you took a moment to survey the scene. the familiar warmth of the kitchen, the smells of the feast to come, and the chaotic buzz of family conversation washed over you. it was a stark contrast to the quiet, orderly life you shared with spencer. you wondered if he was feeling as out of place as he looked.
just as you were about to jump back in to save spencer from the interrogation, the front door burst open and a gust of cold air swept in, carrying with it the sound of laughter and the scent of rain. your aunts, uncles, and cousins spilled into the hallway, their faces bright with excitement and their arms laden with dishes and desserts. the house grew louder as hugs and hellos were exchanged, and you felt the tension in your chest ease a bit. at least the attention was off of you for the moment.
spencer took it all in, his eyes darting around the room as if he was trying to catalog every face and name. you watched as he greeted each new arrival with a charming smile and a gentle nod, playing the part of the devoted boyfriend almost too well. it was strange to see him in this setting, so far removed from the bau and his usual world of criminal profiles and psychological analysis.
your cousin, the family gossip, sidled up to you, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "so, how did you two lovebirds meet?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial.
you took a sip of your cider, buying time. "well," you began, glancing at spencer, who gave you an encouraging smile. "we met at work," you said vaguely, hoping to keep the details to a minimum.
"oh, so you're colleagues?" your cousin asked, her eyes sparkling. "how did that turn into something more?"
spencer leaned in closer, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "it was quite the journey," he said, his tone warm and inviting. "we started out as just friends, and then, well, one thing led to another."
your cousin's eyes widened at the implication, and she leaned in even further. "do tell," she urged, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
but you weren't about to let the conversation go down that path. you placed your hand over spencer's and gave it a squeeze. "actually, let's save the love story for after dinner," you said, your voice firm but light. "we've got a lot of catching up to do."
as the room grew even more crowded, you couldn't help but notice how spencer was always finding ways to touch youâa hand on your back as he navigated you through the throng of relatives, a gentle squeeze of your shoulder when someone asked a particularly awkward question, or a casual arm around your waist when you both sat down again. it was as if he was grounding you, reminding you that you weren't alone in this sea of family chaos. and despite the absurdity of the situation, it was surprisingly comforting.
dinner was a whirlwind of passing dishes, sharing stories, and avoiding your mother's probing glances. your cousins regaled the table with tales of their own love lives, which conveniently kept the spotlight off you and spencer. everyone chuckled at your uncle's terrible turkey carving skills, and your aunt's famous stuffing was met with a mix of delight and suspicion. the conversation flowed freely, with spencer adeptly navigating the conversational currents. his ability to listen intently and ask thoughtful questions made him a hit with your relatives, who were eager to share their own experiences and insights with the 'famous fbi agent'.
once the dessert plates were cleared and the dishes were piled high in the sink, spencer leaned over and whispered in your ear, "i think we've earned a little break." you nodded, grateful for the reprieve. "let's go for a walk," you suggested, hoping the cool evening air would help clear your head.
you both slipped out the back door, the crunch of leaves underfoot and the faint sound of distant traffic providing a soothing backdrop to the cacophony you'd just left behind. the rain had stopped, leaving the world fresh and gleaming. the scent of the damp earth mingled with the lingering aromas of thanksgiving dinner, creating a strange but comforting scent.
spencer tugged you closer as you strolled down the familiar sidewalks of your childhood neighborhood, his arm around your shoulders. "i'm sorry about all the lying," you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt for dragging him into your mess. "i just didn't know what else to do."
"it's fine," he assured you, his voice a gentle rumble in the cool evening. "i knew what i was signing up for when i agreed to come."
you looked up at him, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlamps. "why did you say yes?" you asked, genuinely curious. "i mean, you could have had any number of excuses."
spencer's eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he spoke. "because i know how much it means to you," he said quietly. "and because i wanted to be here for you. even if it means playing pretend for a night."
his words touched you, and you leaned into him, feeling his warmth and solid presence beside you. "i don't know what i'd do without you," you whispered. "i'm sorry for putting you through this."
"don't be," spencer said, his gaze never leaving yours. "i'm here for you. always."
you felt a lump form in your throat, unsure of what to say. his unwavering support was more than you could have ever asked for, especially after the lie you'd told. before you could respond, your mother's voice floated out from the house, calling for everyone to gather for the annual family picture.
with a sigh, you two headed back in, hand in hand. the living room was a flurry of activity as relatives jostled for position and complained about the lack of good lighting. spencer, ever the gentleman, offered to help your mother organize everyone, his calm demeanor a balm to the chaos.
you whispered in his ear, "you don't have to be in the picture if you don't want to." but before he could respond, your mother was beside you, her hand firmly on his back. "oh, nonsense," she said, beaming. "spencer, you're part of the family now. get in there!"
with a squeeze of your hand, spencer allowed himself to be guided into the throng of relatives. the room was a riot of color and patterns, a tapestry of awkwardly angled arms and forced smiles. you took your place beside him, feeling the heat of his body against yours, and tried to ignore the sudden stab of doubt. were you doing the right thing? was this lie going to spiral out of control?
but as the camera flashed and the room erupted into laughter, something strange happened. your smile grew wider, more genuine than you'd expected. maybe it was the warmth of spencer's hand in yours, or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, but suddenly the lie didn't feel so heavy. for a moment, it almost felt like the truth.
his arm shifted to around your waist, spencer whispered, "see, not so bad," his breath warm against your ear. and he was right. amidst the chaos, there was a comfort in his presence that was undeniably real. the way he fit so seamlessly into the fabric of your family, the way he engaged with everyone, it was as if he truly belonged.
you glanced at him as the camera clicked away, his smile genuine and his eyes shining. the weight of the lie felt almost imperceptible now, as if the universe itself was playing along with your charade. your heart fluttered in your chest as you wondered if he felt it tooâthe unspoken understanding that maybe, just maybe, you weren't pretending anymore.
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Hello!!!, I just wanted to request a Claggor x pregnant reader (in the good timeline), if thatâs possible, thank you so much <3!
I had fun with this one
Arcane Imagines- Claggor
The Favorite
[arcane] [main page]
Prompt: claggor and reader are expecting a baby in a few months. Their family come over with gifts.
âSweetheart, donât you dare.â My husband stopped me as I was about to pick up a part of our babyâs bed. I sigh, lifting myself back up while holding the bottom of my stomach. âClaggor I can pick up a piece of wood.â I walk over to him. He sat on the floor trying to figure out the directions to put the crib together. It was mine from when I was a baby that my mom surprisingly kept.Â
âNot if Iâm here. What if you trip and fall forwards? I would never forgive myself.â He looks up at me with a stern expression. I roll my eyes, nudging him with my knee. âIâm only 31 weeks, I donât even have the pregnancy waddle yet. So I am very capable of picking things up without tripping.â I fold my arms, a little annoyed with this conversation that weâve had before.Â
Anytime I even lift a finger I get scolded. I canât cook, I canât lift anything over 5 pounds, I canât pick things up off the ground anymore. âYouâre in denial first off because you so have a waddle. And second I am here so you donât need to be capable of picking something up. I got it.â He takes my hand, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes, taking in a deep breath. âOkay, whatever. When our princess comes out being a little diva thatâs going to be on you.â I point a finger in his face, he pretends like heâs going to bite me.
âAnd Iâll be okay with a little diva.â He goes back to building the crib.Â
I go out to our living room to sit down on the couch. I let out a bored huff. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and read? Who does he think I am? Iâm tougher than him. I used to be a professional fighter. Now Iâm some sort of wife with a great husband who wants to take care of me.Â
My hands land on my stomach and I think about our baby who is in my tummy. What will she look like when sheâs born? I hope she has my eyebrows. Claggorâs nose.Â
A bunch of knocks sound at the door and I frown knowing I have to stand up from just sitting down. I grab the back of the couch and try to push myself up. âSit down, sit down. I got it.â Claggor rushes past me, getting the door. I blink a few times, now annoyed since I got halfway up!
Vander comes into the house holding two baskets. âI bring gifts for my grandchild!â He laughs excitedly, I grin up at him. âThank you! You didnât have to do that!â I appreciate Vander, heâs been such a good help with setting things up for his granddaughter. âAh, yes I did. Sheâs going to be such a spoiled girl.â He clasps his hands together after Claggor took the baskets from him, setting them next to me on the couch.Â
âWell, we love you.â I smile, taking the first basket and opening it to see little blankets, a thing of diapers and wipes. âThis is so helpful.â I start to tear up, Claggor sits next to me pulling me into his arms. âSorry, Iâm just so grateful for this. You donât understand.â A tear falls and my body wracks in a sob.Â
âSheâs been crying a lot more lately.â Claggor tells his dad and I sniffle. Vander snickers, âitâs alright. No worries, I know how it goes.â He waves my behavior off.Â
âPowder, Ekko and Mylo are going to be stopping by. They told me to let you know.â He exclaims, his arms over his chest as he speaks to us. âOh man, theyâre so sweet!â I cry out, hiding my face in my husband's chest. I feel him shake as he laughs at me. âSweetheart, itâs okay.â He rubs my back up and down. âSorry,â I sat up, wiping my tears. âPregnancy brain.â I grab the other basket, opening it to reveal some baby clothes. âPerfect, weâve been needing to grab some more pajamas.â I take them out of the basket, holding them up one by one to check them out. âSo cute.â I squeal, leaning my head on Claggorâs shoulder.Â
Not even moments later thereâs a pounding at the door and Vander gets it. Mylo sneaks under his arm holding a large golden necklace. âGot this for my niece so she will know who the best Uncle ever is.â He throws it over to Claggor who picks it up in between his fingers to inspect it. âYeah, sheâs never going to wear this.â He deadpans to his brother with an irritated expression.Â
âWhat!? I spent good money on that. Sheâs going to love it.â He throws his hands in the air. âMylo, this is fake. Her mother is allergic to fake metal so Iâm sure she will be too.â Claggor throws it back to the shorter guy. âOhhh! He told you.â Powder comes in with a small box, Ekko behind her with painting supplies. âHere ya go!â She places the box down in my lap. âI made them.â She proudly states, hands behind her back. I picked up a light pink rattle. I shook it and it was soft sounding. Perfect for a baby. I look at the others and there were some teething toys along with a few building blocks. âPowder, thank you! This is amazing.â I grin up at her. âAwe, itâs nothing much. Iâm excited to meet your beautiful bundle of joy!âÂ
Ekko wiggles the paint supplies and I point to the bedroom. âThank you again, Ekko!â I call after him. âNo problem! Iâm so excited to do this.â He pokes his head out to tell me and I chuckle. âAlso, could you clean this mess up? Or is the crib supposed to look like this?â He looks to Claggor who groans. âI forgot all about it. Iâll be back, babe.â He plants a kiss on my lips before heading into our daughterâs bedroom.Â
Powder plops down in his spot, Vander reprimands his other son about trying to give a baby a gold chain that ended up being fake. I giggle, turning to my sister-in-law.
âYouâre so talented Pow.â I lift up her artwork and her face flushes. âThank you, I didnât know what to get you guys for her. Ekko said something about giving you little toys. Then I thought about how I could just make the toys myself.â She explains her process and I smile. âWell this is a great gift.â
âIâm going to be her favorite uncle, trust!â Mylo tells his dad who scoffs. âYou donât even know what to get a kid.â Vander places his hands on his hips. âYouâre right but I know how to make the kid look cool. Sheâll be beating up bitches left and right.â He announces and I snort.Â
âThatâs why youâre not babysitting. Ever.â Claggor comes back into the room. He turns to look at me but then sees Powder in his spot and he frowns. âWhat? Why not?â Mylo asks.Â
âYou want my kid to be violent. Sheâs not going to be.â Claggor pinches the bridge of his nose, not believing this was actually a question. âYeah, thatâs why Iâm going to be the favorite. Praise peace and love.â Ekko peaks out behind my husband and I snicker. âYou are not going to be the favorite! You guys will eat your words when the first thing she says is Uncle Mylo.â He points at all of us. I hold my stomach from how hard Iâm laughing. Powder giggling with me, her hand grabbing onto my wrist trying to contain herself as well.Â
âHer first word will be dada. Not her uncle who is an idiot.â Claggor argues, I raise my eyebrow. Dada? Itâs definitely going to be mama but I donât have the energy to join this fight. "I'm not an idiot." Mylo furrows his eyebrows.
âIt could be Uncle Ekko. I top all you suckers.â Ekko says and now the three are all in a very heated argument about my daughter whoâs not even out of the womb yet.Â
Powder turns to me, putting a hand in front of my ear. âI hope they realize the favorite is actually going to be me⌠Gonna be so embarrassed when they find out.â She tells me and I grin. âYouâre so right.â I nod my head.Â
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Gonna try to grind more requests I do have over 25 at the moment so be patient with me!!!! I enjoy this so much. I love seeing all the love!!!! I am getting sick though so if I start to slow down on my posts that's why. I can already feel my body aching:(
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Safe
IVEâs An Yujin x Male Reader
2.4k words
Sequel to Shame
A/N: Again, dubious consent. Please proceed with caution. Thanks for reading! Also, I've started my ko-fi page too! If you'd like any commissions, ask ahead! Or you can also simply donate! Thanks!
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âKeep shaking that ass, pretty boy. Iâll make you spread it wide and moan like a slut.â
Shivers run down your spine. Once again, Yujinâs voice tears through your heart like a jelly. She always has a way with her words. Youâre left shaken, alone in the hallway. Your friends are nowhere to be seen. Itâs just the murmuring, unhelpful onlookers surrounding the show of you two.
âYâYujin, please, seriously, stop hâharassing me,â you cry outâhelpless, alone.
The growing length inside your pants tells a different story.
You hear Yujin scoff, before she clicks her heels against the tile floor. Sheâs walking towards you with purpose. Every step towards her frozen prey excites her. A small, evil laugh leaves her mouth.
âBloody hell, youâre a stubborn one, aren't you?â she playfully asks, before landing a slap on your firm ass. You yelp.
âThâThis isnât râright, Yujin. You canât justâah!â
She delivers a loud smack on your supple rear againâgrabbing, squeezing, kneading. She loves this. She loves to see you surrendering to her fully. You feel her undeniable heat on your back.
âYou just canât stop getting off in public, donât you?â She then takes a swipe of her tongue off your ear, and your body shudders in response.
âYâYujinââ
âLook at you, that dick-sucking mouth not going along with your thoughts. Youâre all hard now, donât you?â She grabs your bulge harshly, feeling your hardness, delivering a powerful shock through your limbs. âI wanna see that pathetic cock twitch while I force that tight ass open.â
âNgh.â You hear some onlookers chuckle at your whimper, but you just donât have the resolve to look at them.
âYes, moan for me, pretty boy, be my good little slut, and I might just reward you with something,â whispers Yujin into your shaken ear.
âBâButââ
âBut what, you little man-whore? You love this, donât you? You love being groped by a woman like meâdomineering, harsh, unrelenting.â Her hands snake under your shirt, feeling every curve and contours of you. Your hands find handles on her meaty thighs. You hear her breath hitch slightly as your hands find her, but her resolve doesnât falter even by slightly.
âI know you love having those cuteââ she pauses, leaving time for her fingers to have a squeeze on your stiffened nubs. You moan out breathlessly in response, âânipples played with.â
Her hands on your chest send jolts and jolts of ecstasy through your compliant body. Your grips on her thighs become tighter and tighter. You hear her moan softly, but she doesnât let up. She wonât let up.
âI know you love having me jerking you off like that. Bet you went home that day and jerked off againâclosing your eyes, imagining that it was my hand.â
âThâThatâs not true, YâYujin. IâI didnâtââ
âHush, but you donât stop just there. You put a big fucking dildo inside your ass, bouncing on it like some common whore, thinking itâs my strap, donât you?â Yujin asks. Her finger is circling around your snug hole now, teasing you.
âAs Iâve said before, itâs a waste of a good ass like thisââ her fingers find your lissome rear under the waistband. She gives it a firm wrap of fingers, ââon someone as puritan as you, fucking Victorian slut.â
âHhngn,â you whimper. The sensation of her finger on your snug hole is just too much. Your breaths come out shallow. Your cock twitches inside your pants furiously. You can feel a smirk beside your nifty ear. Sheâs revelling in thisâthe way you act, the eyes of the public, this whole damn dynamic.
âDonât you, pretty boy? Donât you love when your ass is stuffed with my giant cock? Hitting that soft, mushy prostate until you cum like a goddamn fountain,â Yujin continues to tease while her hand is feeling your tight ass under your fit pants, perfectly tailored for a woman like her to ogle at.
âIâIââ
âI wanna hear you say it, my little man-whore. I want you to say that you love being fucked right in that tight big ass by me,â Yujin commands, her voice laced with venom. Her hands are grabbing on the side of your meaty thighs now.
âIâI canât, YâYujin, I shouldnât,â you plead, though your heartbeats and the throbbing cock donât support your case at all.
âOh, why not, pretty boy? Donât you love sucking my cock? Donât you love getting plowed by daddy, huh?â Yujin asks seductively. Sheâs on your hardness now, and you can only shudder in response to her.
âDâDâDaddy?â
An evil laugh leaves her mouth as she flicks her tongue inside your ear again. âYeah, daddy, my little cockslut.â
âNâNo, Yujin, youâre not myââ
âYes, I am, you fucking bitch. And youâll give me the respect I fucking deserve, alright?â Yujinâs voice grows harsher now. Her grip on your cock grows tighter. Maybe this playing hard to get thing should end.
âHgnn.â
âI know you want this, bitch, but youâre just too much of a coward to admit it,â she says, gently nibbling on your ear again.
âWhâWhat if I donât, YâYujin?â
âGoddamn it, maybe I should just leave then.â She then pulls her filthy hand away from your length, leaving it twitching emptily. She walks away from you, eventually. Youâre left alone in the hallway again. The clicking of her heels becomes dimmer and dimmer. A sound of disappointment can be heard from the crowd.
You ask yourself: why am I like this? Is it shame? Is it pride? Why canât you just let An Yujin plow your ass into oblivion?
Itâs true, the accusations Yujin had about you. Itâs always her when youâre alone in your bedroom. Your hand furiously sliding up and down your stiff cock while thinking of your bully jerking you off. You love the way she smelled that day. It was nothing short of wonderful. And you didnât stop just there. A dildo you bought from the internet wasnât for nothing. You lathered it with a generous amount of lube before slamming your tight ass down onto it. You moaned and moaned in ecstasy, thinking it was An Yujin fucking your ass.
A small part of you then overpowers you for a second.
âWait!â You turn back to her.
She stops in her tracks, completely frozen, before she rotates herself back to you. A wicked, frightening smile is painted on her face. She laughs.
âFucking finally, you bitch,â she says before slowly taking a stride towards you, one leg in front of the other.
Again, you smell her perfume as she gets closerâYves Saint Laurentâs Libre. Itâs intoxicating. Her firm midriff only entices you once more. You wish you could just give it a taste. The way she walks is alluring, meticulously designed to lure you into her, onto the huge strap she has in her locker.
âMy little slut, giving in to his goddamn desires,â Yujin mocks you, but you only feel more aroused by her demeaning words. âI love little hard-mouthed brats like you, you know?â
She then rests her arms on your shoulder, pulling you closer by the neck. âAnd Iâm going to fuck that tight ass until you canât walk for a goddamn week,â Yujin whispers, smiling sinfully.
âShall we?â she asks, pointing her head towards the womenâs bathroom. âHands on the sink, Iâll spread those cheeks so fucking wide then stick my cock into that tight hole.â
âOâOkay, YâYujin.â
â
The womenâs bathroom is undeniably clean, well-lit, all-white. Itâs much, much better than the menâs. Itâs going to get dirty a bit, thoughâyour drool mixed with your cum on the floor and all.
Youâre standing face-to-face with Yujin. Sheâs a little taller than you, so youâre looking up to face her. You can see the fire inside her gorgeous eyes.
âTake that goddamn pants off, pretty boy.â You comply with Yujinâs command immediately, leaving your lower half with the boxers thatâs struggling to contain your hardness.
Yujinâs eyes gleam with desire. She immediately grabs your cock through the thin cloth, making you moan in response to her sudden touch.
âYâYujin~ Ngh.â
âGod, I wish I had this cock to myself. Iâd love to see it twitch when I fuck that pretty ass of yours.â
You can do nothing but whimper. Her hand feels so warm, even though it's just on the boxers.Â
She starts to stroke that thick cock of yours through the cloth, stealing your already-scarce breath away.
âYâYujin~â
She says nothing, only a smile spreads across her face. Sheâs standing tall in front of you, jerking you off like she did that day. You can sense that her breaths are getting ragged, same as yours.
âDâDonât get too excited, pretty boy. This is just the start.â
She adeptly twists her wrist as she reaches the tip, making the entire experience much, much more pleasing than it should be. Her free hand slithers under her own waistband, determined to relieve the heat that has been building inside of her.
âYujin, wâwhat are youââ
âShhh, pretty boy, I need a relief too, you know?â Her free wrist disappears under her short shorts that show off her meaty, supple thighs. You can see the movement within them now. Sheâs masturbating while jerking you off.
âRâReally, Yujin? IâI mean I canââ
âDonât worryââ she brings out her juice-slicked hand to cup your face. Youâre resisting with every fibre of you to not give it a taste. ââDaddy can do it by herself, alright?â
Itâs an unusual warmth from Yujin. Youâre a little taken aback by this sudden care. Left speechless, you are.
âIâIâuhââ
âIâll take that as a yes, then.â She then draws her hand back into her slit, still smiling, thrusting her fingers into her cunt under the shorts. Small moans are heard leaving her mouth.
âFeels soâhmmâgood, pretty boy,â she moans. The hand on your cock is still relentlessly pumping the life out of you.
The sight of this is unreal if youâre asked. An Yujin is masturbating in front of you with one hand while jerking you off with the other. The face she makes is nothing short of lewdâeyes fluttering, mouth opening wide. Sheâs lost in pleasure, and so are you.
Her wrist remains masterful at making you moan uncontrollablyâslowing down at the hilt, while twisting it slightly as she reaches the top. Itâs sending you into rapture, and you donât think you can hold it off for long.
âYou know, pretty boy, youâre cute when youâre like this,â Yujin says, giving you the rare, sincere smile.
âLâLike what, Yujin?â
âWell, under my control is one thing, of course.â She lets out a chuckle, amused by your quizzical reaction. âBut you also look kindaâpretty, like actually pretty when youâre moaning.â
You try your best to not let out a smile in front of your bully. Is she actually complimenting you? Itâs a rare sight, really.
âMaybe itâs just me, you knowââ she laughs nervously, her movements become more erratic ââbut I just love it when men moan because of me.â
âIâI think itâs pâpretty obvious, YâYujin.â Pleasure shoots through your body, making your words come out stuttered.
She lets out a small laugh that she doesnât bother to conceal anymore. Is this more than a tryst?
But before you can think of anything, you can feel the ever-so-familiar feeling building up inside your loins. Youâre going to cum, your breathing becomes shorter and shorter. Sheâs going to cum tooâher thighs clench, her pupils dilate, and same as you, her breathing becomes shorter and shorter as the fingering goes on.
âYujin, IâIâm gonna cum,â you utter. You canât hold it anymore. You have to cum in her hands, right now.
âCâCum with me, aâalright?â Yujin then quickly kneels down, sliding your boxers down with her motion. Your stiff cock springs free in arousal.
âYujin, wâwhat are youâah!â
Her lips connect with your hardness. Your bully is giving you a blowjob in the womenâs bathroom now. She slides her mouth along your length with an unmatched adeptness. Fuck, sheâs pushing you down her throat.
âDâDaddy,â you moan out. Her mouth is nothing short of perfectionâthe suction, the warmth, the tightness. Theyâre all so heavenly. Youâre so lost in the pleasure right now, and you arenât sure if anything could compare to this. Her fingers are still knuckles deep inside her cunt, making her moan into your cock relentlessly.
The way she looks into your eyes, god, youâre in the clouds. Those eyes are nothing short of angelic, and the fact only makes your orgasm come quicker and quicker.
âDaddy, IâIâm gonnaââ
Yujin buries herself into your crotch, taking your entire length with bravery, bringing you into the best orgasm youâve ever had. Your cock spews cum into her throat without relenting. Your body shakes and writhes in the godly climax. Your vision turns white. In front of you, Yujin also cums, squirt leaks out of her torn shorts. Her entire frame is tensed up in ecstasy. Her eyes flutter in rapture. She cums, hard.
Your orgasms then die down. Your heartbeats decelerate. Her squirt can be seen on the floorâfucking dirty. Some of your white nectar leaks out of her mouth, such a lewd sight.
Yujin then stands up, towering over you once more. Youâre lost in her eyes. Sheâs so beautiful like thisâmessy hair, panting, cum leaking out from her lips. Sheâs an angel.
Fuck, you may have fallen in love with her.
Boldly, you pull her into a kiss, a deep kiss. Your tongue invades her mouth, tasting the remnants of your cum inside. It doesnât taste the best, but youâre kissing An Yujin right now, and you donât care whatever she tastes like.
After what feels like an eternity, you pull back from her lips. You find the rosy hue in her cheeks. She loved it as much as you did.
âWow,â says Yujin. Sheâs speechless. Her breaths are out of rhythm. Her pupils dilate.
She has fallen in love with you too.
âIâI donât know what to say, pretty boy.â
âThereâs no need, Yujin. Youâve told me everything I need to know.â
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Could I request a Dealer! Remus x Shy! Reader where reader is absolutely terrified of buying their own stuff but her friends are trying to help them out of their shell so instead of taking the money R gives them to buy for them, thier friends write down what they need to say and tell them where to go. And thats where Reader meets Remus (Who is infatuated with them after interacting with them for the first time). If you don't feel like writing it thats totally ok :)))
mary encourages you to buy the weed yourself because sheâs pretty sure remus likes you wc:736
âYou can do it, babe.â Your friend cheers softly as she hands you a piece of paper with what you need to say.
Youâre terrified, knees knocking in the passenger seat as you attempt getting out for the second time.
âCanât you do it? Please? What if I mess up?â She shakes her head. Youâre a shy thing by nature to people who you donât know and this is a new dealer youâve only seen twice. Youâd never spoken to him and hence the fear for embarrassing yourself in front of him.
âYou wonât mess up. Heâs nice anyhow, so if you do he wonât care.â
He is nice. Remus, the dealer youâve seen twice, is as polite as can be and is a gentleman in a way you thought couldnât possibly exist anymore.
You steel yourself with a final sigh and open the door.
A bell jungles as you push the dispensary door open, and as you take a couple steps inside, a head of sandy brown waves pops up.
âHiya,â Remus calls, smiling when he sees itâs you. Your chest tightens as you receive his full attention. You can feel your fingers tingling as he waves you over. âJust you today?â
You shake your head, swallowing harshly before saying, âMaryâs in the car.â
He nods, scratching his chin, âMaking you do all the hard work huh?â
You offer him a smile but itâs all tight lipped and wrong. If Remus notices, he doesnât say.
âCould I get our usual?â
Youâd look down at the paper if you didnât feel like heâd be scrutinizing you. What type of smoker is scared to buy their own product?
âYour usual? Thatâs two ounces right?â
Your hands shake as you pull out a chair at the table.
âYeah, thanks.â
Remus smiles when you sit at the counter, your legs swinging as you watch him weigh the product.
âOh,â your voice shakes a little, worse when a single wave caresses Remus forehead and he looks up at you through his lashes. Heâs dizzyingly pretty. âAnd um, two of your snickerdoodle cookies if you have them.â
Remus nods, a kind smile on his face. Youâre the cutest customer he has, shyness included. Remus has heard you with your friends when youâre relaxed but he quite likes you to himself.
âThatâs no problem, dove.â
Your chest burns at the moniker. You twist the garnet ring around your finger, the stone moving from the outside of your hand to the darkness of your palm over and over.
âDid you finish your book?â Remus asks, remembering from your last visit that you were reading a winter fantasy with your friends.
You perk a little, shoulders relaxing a bit. âI did,â you slide your pendant across the chain as Remus comes to the counter with your bag of cookies and your weed.
âWas it any good?â He smells like weed but something peppery and citrusy under it. Like peppercorns and oranges, and maybe a little pine.
You nod as he rings up your bill. You tap your card on the screen.
âIt was, the ending was a bit unconventional, but I suppose thatâs fantasy.â Itâs the longest sentence youâve ever spoken to him and for it youâre granted his full smile. The one that makes the scar through his lip look like silver. He really is a handsome man.
âMaybe you can loan it to me? That way we can talk about it better. And while you wait for my thoughts you could read one of mine?â
You give Remus a careful smile of your own. âThat could be nice.â
He nods, âGive me a call then and we can meet up to exchange them then. Make a date out of it. Yeah?â
Your eyes widen, Remus thinks of the wide eyes of a horse instantly. The wide, trusting but wonderstruck look they seem to have is mirrored in your own.
âY-yeah, Iâd like that.â
Remus rounds the counter to walk you to the door, his hand hovering over your back and you find even the ghost of his hand pleasant. âMy numberâs on the cookie bag. Have a good rest of your evening, dove.â
âThan-â you cut yourself off. âYou too Remus.â
Maryâs smug as ever as you sit in the car, her rear view mirror showing Remus leaning on the door as she pulls off. She knew you had it in you.
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Feral!Lighter brain rot
I'm very normal about his EP
Cw: Dubcon, consent non-con, rough sex, No beta we die like men
Thank you for coming to my TED talk...*explodes*
Even the undefeated champion can get overwhelmed whether it be from stress or simply becoming drunk off adrenaline from a fight.
All he wants to do is maul the next thing he sees, like a feral animal.
That's what pretty little things like you are for. He tells you over and over that he'd never hurt you in a soft voice that makes your heart swoon. But you know full well that he can.
He knows precisely what you want, You're not exactly the most subtle with your desires.
That thought had been driving you crazy. The What if Lighter: Your sweet, protective boyfriend wasn't so sweet with you? To see you as a toy to play with than someone that he cherishes more than anything else in the world.
Why not give you an experience to remember?
This is what you want. To have him come in just when you're about to go to bed. You're lying on the couch when your door knob clicks and turns. You know exactly who it is... There was only one other person you gave your spare key to.
It's not that you didn't want to see him. It's just that you weren't expecting him; usually, he would shoot you a maximum of three-word text when he came to crash or visit.
But this time, he practically barges in, slamming the door behind him. The look in his eye shivers down your spine as an imposing figure stocking closer toward you.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, especially when he left his jacket and shirt, dropped on the floor forgotten. He took his red scarf and wrapped it around his left hand.
"On. Your. Knees."
That wasn't a request.
You looked at him, eyes wide., Whatever was showing on your television was long forgotten. Your legs shook everything, urging you to drop to your knees and let him do whatever he wanted. But something within you stirred inside, whether it be curiosity or blind courage. It made your lips move.
"Make me."
Lighter's green eyes flicker at your blatant challenge. His eyebrows raise slightly. The silence is deafening as his lips curve into a smile. His left hand grips the red fabric as the other takes off his shades, tossing them.
He comes after you in a flash, His hand roughly grabbing at your color, yanking you until he hoists you over his shoulders. His fingers dig into your back as he brings you to your bedroom, tossing you on the bed with little care of where you end up before crawling on top of you, licking his lips. He could practically smell your arousal.
And he was just as aroused as you were. Scratch that He's more aroused than you are. He feels so bad for handling you similarly to how he handles riffraff. But he can't deny how hard his cock was pressing against his jeans.
He lets out a snarl His arms flexing as he tears his pants in two. Before doing the same to your shirt and pants.
"Hey! I just got those!" You yell, hitting his rock-hard chest. It's kind of cute how you think you can hurt him.
"too bad doll, should've listened to me the first time."
There was no ounce of gentleness to how the man handles you to flip over, grabbing your wrists, and tying you with the scarf.
Coating his fingers in his saliva before plunging it inside you. His hand and thick fingers force you open. His callused palm and rough scarred fingers groping your ass spreading you whiter as wide as he could to force his fingers deeper stretching you out for the hardness you can feel grinding against the crack of your ass.
Fuck... Your muffled screams sound so good. He wanted to be at least gentle when he fucks you, but It looked like his body had other plans. Taking you like this was so thrilling. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in his own lust, ravaging your body till there was nothing left.
"Gonna fuck you... Going to fill you up and teach that naughty little mouth not to talk back!" Lighter growls in your ear taking out his fingers before plunge again in your mouth You're empty hole soon filled with something bigger screaming against his mouth and fingers as he immediately sets his pace.
You're tasting yourself on your tongue. The thought alone was setting Lighter a blaze.
Why do you make him like this? He could feel every ounce of self-control crack and crumble.
He was making so much noise from the bed rattling and his own moans your neighbors could probably hear but to be honest he doesn't give a fuck. All he cares about is fucking all the stress he has built up from god knows how long.
From how tightly you were gripping his poor cock, to your shaking, quivering body and you're sobbing, muffled mess with your tears soaking his thumb and palm, you were close. Lighter was, too. Lighter was so close. And all he wanted to do was fill you up fill your insides tell you were leaking.
You felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder before the both of you exploded at the same time. Lighter can feel you milking him as he came harder than he ever did in his life.
For the first time since he first started training, his body felt sore as he practically collapsed on top of you before quickly rolling off so he doesn't crush you.
When he finally catches his breath, He rolls over to your side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, kissing your face.
"hey hey hey...shhh It's okay... It's okay we're done... I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
He'd never forgive himself if he did. But he got his answer when your arms wrapped back around him and he saw your beaming smile. He sighs in relief smiling back kissing your lips.
"I guess It's safe to say that you liked it.... Good... I did too."
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ŕ đ§đđđĄđđŚ đ§đ˘ đđđŤÂ Ë. áľáľÂ
ekko đ fem!reader
ŕ¨ŕ§ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled
ŕ¨ŕ§ Bro is going to fix the mess he made with his family from another dimension đ
ŕ¨ŕ§ This is not exactly the result of what I wanted but it works ;)
âË â§ âżď¸ľâżŕ¨ŕ§âżď¸ľâż ⧠âË
The sun dipped below the horizon, its last golden rays painting the sky in soft shades of pink and lavender. The walk back felt longer than usual, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. The afternoon had passed in a whirlwind of preparations for Violetâs birthdayâsmall, meaningful plans to make tomorrow special.
But now, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. Inside the house, the warmth of home embraced you. Dinner had been a blurâa simple meal shared with your children before they yawned and rubbed their eyes, ready for bed.
After clearing up, you found Wyeth in his room, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting a gentle light over the space. He sat cross-legged on his bed, his broken rocket cradled in his small hands, and his silk bonnet already in place.
You paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight. His furrowed brow and the way his little fingers traced over the toyâs worn edges tugged at your heart. Quietly, you stepped into the room and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Hey there, sweetheart," you said softly, brushing your hand over his cheek.
Wyeth looked up at you, his wide eyes searching your face for reassurance.
"Mommy," he began, his voice a small whisper. âIs Daddy mad at me?â
The question caught you off guard, but you schooled your features into a gentle smile.
âMad at you?â you asked, feigning lightness. âWhy would you think that?â
His shoulders slumped, and he set the rocket aside, its bent fin catching the lamplight.
âIâve been bad lately,â he admitted, his voice trembling. âMaybe thatâs whyâŚâ
âSweetheart, no.â you interrupted, leaning in to cup his face in your hands. âDaddy isnât mad at you. Heâs just tired, thatâs all. Heâs been working really hard and sometimes when grown-ups work too much, they get a little grumpy. But itâs not your fault, okay?â
Wyeth hesitated, his small brow still creased, but eventually he nodded.
âOkayâ he whispered.You smiled and kissed his forehead, lingering just long enough for him to feel the warmth of your love.
âGoodnight, my little rocket man. Sweet dreams.â
âGoodnight, Mommy,â he murmured, burrowing under his sheets and clutching his blanket close.
You stood, dimming the lamp as you left the room, glancing back to see him already drifting off, the broken rocket abandoned beside him.
In your own room, the silence was heavier. You moved through the motions of preparing for bed, your body exhausted but your mind far from settled. As you pulled back the covers, your eyes flicked to the window. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, dark and quiet. Still, there was no sign of Ekko.
A sigh slipped from your lips as you turned to Violetâs crib. You smiled faintly. She slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her soft coos occasionally breaking the quiet.
Finally, you climbed into bed. The room felt emptier than it should, the absence of Ekko gnawing at you in ways you didnât want to admit. Your thoughts lingered on him, on the tension from earlier, on the strange distance that had settled between you. As sleep began to pull you under, you found yourself hoping that, come morning, things would feel a little less heavy.
âË â§ âżď¸ľâżŕ¨ŕ§âżď¸ľâż ⧠âË
The house was quiet as Ekko slipped inside, the soft creak of the door barely audible over the hum of crickets outside. He paused in the entryway, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, his breath hitching as he looked around.
He had to ask Heimerdinger where his own house was. The thought stung, but as he stood there, surrounded by warm tones and small, comforting touches, a sense of belonging crept in. This was his homeâat least, it was for the Ekko who lived here.
The garden outside had been beautiful, a serene patch of green dotted with soft, colorful flowers and lanterns. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet, a scent that grounded him as he moved deeper into the house.
Pictures lined the walls and shelves, drawing his gaze. Each frame seemed to tell a story, a life lived in a world so far removed from his own. His steps slowed as he reached for one in particular: a photo of his wedding day.
The image stopped him cold, his stomach flipping in a way he hadnât expected. You looked radiant, your smile wide and bright as you leaned into him, your hands entwined. Ekkoâthis Ekkoâwas grinning from ear to ear, his expression caught somewhere between elation and disbelief.
His fingers brushed over the ring on his finger. He could tell it was handmadeâgold, with delicate carvings of fireflies and his hourglass symbol etched into its surface. Of course, he thought. He probably made it himself, ensuring it was worthy of the person he gave it to. You didnât deserve anything less.
Ekko chuckled softly, shaking his head. Heâd thought about his wedding day before, in fleeting moments between battles and responsibilities, but it always felt like a distant dream. Something he could never afford.
He moved to another photo, this one capturing the moment of Wyethâs birth. You were in a bed, holding a tiny, wrapped in blankets, your face glowing with exhaustion and joy. Ekko stood beside you, his grin wobbly and his hair a mess, like heâd just finished pacing the room for hours. He could imagine exactly how that had goneânervous energy radiating off him, snapping at anyone who told him to relax, only to apologize afterward.
Ekko swallowed hard and tore his gaze away, continuing up the stairs.
The walls of the staircase were covered with more pictures. Wyeth as a toddler, clutching a makeshift artifact in his hands; Violet giggling in a field of wildflowers, her chubby cheeks and wide eyes making her look like the cutest baby in the world.
His steps slowed as his chest tightened. The memory of what heâd said earlier came rushing back
Why did I say that?
It wasnât true. He knew it wasnât true. You were his wife, those were his babies, and he didnât doubt that. Not for a second. But the words had spilled out of him, born from the confusion and guilt swirling in his mind.
He clenched his fists, a wave of self-loathing washing over him. He hated the thought of you thinking, even for a moment, that he didnât want this. That he didnât want you. He had to fix it. He had to make it right.
When he reached Wyethâs room, he cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. The boy was sound asleep, curled under his blankets with the broken rocket still resting on the nightstand. Ekko exhaled softly, relief mingling with guilt. He hoped he hadnât confused the kid too much with his words earlier. Wyeth deserved better.
And then, an idea struck him.
If he wanted to make things right, he couldnât just apologize. He needed to show youâshow all of youâthat he was here, that he cared. That no matter how he got here, this was his family.
Ekko closed the door as quietly as he could, slipping back downstairs with a newfound determination. He paused only to glance at the pictures on the wall one more time, steeling himself. Then he slipped out the front door, heading toward Powderâs hideout.
The night air was cool against his skin as he moved through the streets, the city was quiet but alive. He didnât care if Powder hated him for waking her up; this needed to happen. He couldnât wait until morning.
By the time he reached the hideout, his heart was poundingânot from exertion, but from the resolve burning inside him. He knocked softly at first, then a little harder when there was no answer.
âPowder,â he called in an urgent cry. âI need your help.â
It didnât matter how late it was. Ekko wasnât leaving until he fixed things.
âË â§ âżď¸ľâżŕ¨ŕ§âżď¸ľâż ⧠âË
The morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room with its golden glow. You stirred slowly, the weight of sleep still heavy on your body. Your hand reached out instinctively, seeking the comforting presence of your husband, but the bed beside you was empty.
The absence hit you harder than you expected. Memories of the previous day lingered in your mind, his words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. You sat up, running a hand through your head, trying to shake the uneasy feeling creeping up your spine.
It wasnât until you glanced toward Violetâs crib that the unease turned to panic.
It was empty.
Your heart raced as you threw off the covers and bolted out of the room, your bare feet padding quickly down the hall. The first place you went was Wyethâs room, pushing the door open with trembling hands.
âWyeth?â you called, your voice shaking slightly. âSweetheart, are you in here?â
But the bed was empty, his blankets neatly tucked at the edges.
Your chest tightened. Where were they?
âViolet?â you called, louder this time, your voice echoing through the house as you hurried down the stairs.
You rounded the corner into the dining room, your mind spinning with worst-case scenarios, and froze.
Ekko sat at the table, a knowing grin on his face. A bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center of the table, their pastel hues soft and welcoming. Beside them was a spread of breakfastâpancakes, fresh fruit, and coffeeâall laid out with surprising care.
âMorning,â Ekko said, his tone teasing, as though he hadnât scared you half to death.
Your panic hadnât completely subsided.
âWhere are the kids?â you demanded, your voice sharp.
His grin widened, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.
âItâs a surprise,â he said simply, leaning back in his chair as if to emphasize how utterly unbothered he was.
Your brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling to the surface.
âEkkoââ
âYouâre cute when youâre worried,â His gaze swept over you, lingering on your sleepwear, and his grin turned decidedly more suggestive. âBy the way, you look⌠incredible this morning.â
Your cheeks burned as his eyes trailed over you with that familiar, almost predatory glint youâd come to know all too well. It was the kind of look that once made your stomach flip in a good way, but now? It just left you reeling.
âEkko, stop,â you muttered, looking away in an attempt to regain composure. But his playful chuckle made it clear he wasnât about to let it go.
âStop what?â he teased, his voice dropping slightly. âAdmiring my wife?â
You shot him a sharp look, your emotions tangled in a confusing mess of frustration and something you couldnât quite name.
âYouâre confusing me so much,â you said finally, your voice quiet but firm.
His laugh was soft but rich, and it only made your frustration deepen.
âGood. I like keeping you on your toes,â he said with a wink, leaning forward slightly.
You exhaled, exasperated, wondering not for the first time, What is wrong with this man?
âIâm just trying to make things right,â he said as if he read your mind, his voice softening slightly.
The sincerity in his tone made your heart skip a beat. You wanted to be mad at him, to demand answers, but the warmth in his eyes made it difficult.
Ekko reached for the coffee pot, pouring you a cup with an easy grace that only confused you further.
âEat first,â he said, sliding the plate of pancakes toward you. âThen Iâll tell you everything. Promise.â
You hesitated, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sight of his earnest smile made it hard to argue. You sighed, picking up your fork. Whatever he was up to, youâd get to the bottom of it soon enough.
âË â§ âżď¸ľâżŕ¨ŕ§âżď¸ľâż ⧠âË
If you thought you were confused before, Ekkoâs antics that morning had turned your head into a whirlwind of questions. After changing into a simple but comfortable outfit, you found yourself blindfolded by your husband, his hands gentle yet firm as he secured the cloth over your eyes.
"Ekko," you began, your tone edged with exasperation, "what are you doing? We donât have time for this. We need to get to The Last Drop and finish setting up for Viâs birthday."
"Relax," he said smoothly, the grin evident in his voice. "I already have it covered. Trust me."
You sighed, a grunt of disapproval slipping past your lips as he guided you forward with a hand on your arm.
"Trust you? Ekko, youâre lucky I love you."
"Lucky doesnât even begin to cover it," he teased, laughter bubbling in his throat.
You kept up a stream of complaints the entire way, though your protests were punctuated by the occasional chuckle or muttered threat. His laugh echoed through the space as he steered you with careful precision. After a while, you noticed something oddâyour voice echoed more than usual.
"Wait," you said, your pace faltering.
"Are we in the sewers? Ekko, you better notâ"
"Shh," he interrupted, and before you could finish your thought, he stopped you. His hands brushed your shoulders, and with one swift movement, he removed the blindfold.
Your breath caught in your throat.
The scene before you seemed to be pulled from the pages of a fairy tale. The air was alive with fireflies and butterflies flitting between the lush greenery. Birds chirped softly from branches above, and in the center of it all stood an enormous tree, its wide canopy casting dappled light over the ground below.
You turned to Ekko, your mouth slightly open in disbelief, but he simply smiled, gesturing for you to take it all in.
Before you could say a word, several silhouettes approached. The first to come bounding into view was Wyeth, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He ran straight to you, wrapping his arms around your legs.
"Mommy!" he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. "Look! Daddy fixed my rocket! He made it better, and now it can fly without breaking anything!â He held up the toy, his joy infectious.
You crouched down to admire the handiwork, running your fingers along the rocketâs smooth edges as Wyeth babbled on.
âAnd we climbed the tree, Mommy! Itâs so tall! You should come see!â
A voice behind him interjected playfully.
âLet your mama breathe, rocket man.â
You looked up to see Powder striding toward you, her blue hair styled into two playful space buns. She carried Violet in a baby carrier strapped to her chest, the little girl now clad in the pastel green dress Powder had shown you the day before. A delicate butterfly charm nestled in her curls added the final touch to her outfit.
"Happy birthday, my sweet Violet," you cooed, leaning in to kiss your babyâs cheek. Violet giggled in response, her tiny hands reaching for you.
âSheâs been in full princess mode all morning,â Powder said, rolling her eyes affectionately.
You smiled as you looked around again. Decorations were everywhereâstreamers in bright, cheerful colors, balloons that bobbed gently in the breeze, and a large table set up beneath the tree, big enough to seat the whole family. Your heart swelled at the sight.
"Ekko," you began, standing and turning to your husband, "what is this all about?"
He stepped forward, taking your hand with an easy smile.
âWhat do you mean?â he said, his tone light. âItâs Viâs birthday, isnât it?â
You raised an eyebrow, suspicion tinging your voice.
âRight. And you did all of this?â
âOf course,â he said, leading you gently past the table and toward the other side of the massive tree. âCome on. Thereâs one more thing I want to show you.â
As you rounded the tree, your breath caught again.
There, painted across a wide section of the bark, was a stunning mural. Vibrant colors swirled together to create a picture of your familyâEkko, you, Wyeth, and Violetâall smiling and holding hands beneath the glowing canopy of the tree. The fireflies painted around the edges seemed to dance, their light giving the mural a soft, almost magical quality.
You stepped closer, your fingers brushing over the bark.
âEkkoâŚâ you whispered, unable to find the words.
He smiled, his hand coming to rest lightly on your waist. âItâs us,â he said softly.
âMy wife, our babies, and me. The people who mean everything to me.â
You turned to him, emotions swirling in your chest, but before you could respond, he took both of your hands in his. His expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto yours.
âIâm really sorry,â he said, his voice low but steady. âAbout yesterday. About everything. I donât know why I said what I saidâI felt so strange, so out of itâbut I know that doesnât excuse it.â His grip on your hands tightened slightly, as if anchoring himself to you. âI just want you to know how much I love you. You, Wyeth, Violet. Youâre my whole world, and Iâm going to make sure today is Violetâs best first birthday ever.â
His words were earnest, his gaze unflinching. He lifted your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of them before leaning forward, aiming to kiss you properly.
Before his lips could meet yours, a familiar voice groaned from behind.
âEwww!â
Wyethâs loud protest made you both turn. He stood a few steps away, his face scrunched in exaggerated disgust.
Ekko laughed, scooping the boy up in one swift motion.
âWhat? You donât want Mommy and Daddy kissing?â
âNo!â Wyeth giggled, squirming as Ekko nuzzled him.
âWell, too bad, but donât think youâre safe, buddy. Iâve got kisses for you too!â
Wyeth squealed as Ekko peppered his face with kisses, his laughter filling the air. You couldnât help but join in, tickling his sides as he giggled uncontrollably.
âOkay, okay! Stop!â Wyeth cried, still laughing as he wriggled free.
At that moment, a familiar voice called from the distance.
âWell, look who we have here!â
Wyethâs head snapped toward the entrance, his eyes lighting up.
âGrandpa Benzo!â he yelled, bolting toward the sound of his grandfatherâs voice.
Ekko set his son down and watched him run off before turning back to you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close. His voice dropped to a low murmur, meant only for you.
âDonât think Iâm done with you yet. Iâll leave it pending till tonight.â he said, his tone dripping with playful promise. He winked at you before turning to follow Wyeth, leaving you standing alone by the mural.
You exhaled deeply, hugging yourself as you looked up at the painting. It was vibrant, alive, full of hope and love.
You smiled softly. You chose well.
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whether he intended to or not (because, for someone so direct and transparent, there seems to be parts of him he doesnât dare try to understand), nanami has become an expert on how to turn you into putty underneath him. from the way he delicately whispers your name in your ear as if youâre his favorite prayer to how gently his fingers trace all of the bumps and curves on your body, he always leaves you a love-drunk mess, a little high on him. his lips leave open mouthed kisses on all of his favorite parts of youâyour neck, your chest, your thighs, your lower back, anywhere he can find traces of stardust swimming under your skin. his voice is always huskyânever animalistic, but alarmingly human, as if heâs so struck by the fact that youâve chosen him heâs afraid an octave higher will break this fantasy to painful shards.
long, graceful fingers expertly work you over and over until youâre a babbling mess underneath him, and he canât help but push you just a little more because thereâs something so addictive about how pretty you are when youâre lost in pleasure. how your body twists and heaves under his touch, shuddering at every little brush of skin and every honeyed word falling from the sweetest mouth. how your hands reach out to bring him closer despite him already being inside of you. âsuch a pretty thing,â he whispers into your hair. âyou feel so good, honey, taking my fingers so well. just a little longer, okay? just sit on my face a little longer. i promise youâll get my cock soon, i just want to taste you more.â and it should be outright sinful how your thighs hug the sides of his head so well, how your pussy drips its arousal on his face and the taste explodes on his tongue when he drags his tongue across your slit. it should be a blessing from the highest of heavens to hear you cry out his name, to feel your body shake around him as you reach your high once again. his head is spinning and his cock is aching, but he just wants to make you feel so good you canât possibly think about anything else except him.
and once nanami does finally sink his cock inside of you, heâs leaving the gentlest of kisses anywhere his lips can reachâyour collarbone, your forehead, your eyelids, your shoulders, anywhere he can get drunk off of you. he can feel the way your walls stretch to accommodate him, how your cunt struggles to suck him and throbs with anticipation, and he loudly groans into the side of your neck. âo-oh fuck, darling, âs so tight. you feel so good.â of course, he doesnât miss how you clamp down onto him and that glazed over look your eyes get whenever his praise reaches your ears. strong, steady hips rock against yours with a tenderness you never thought to associate with a man of nanamiâs size, but youâve quickly learned that your lover is full of surprises. like when he wraps your legs around his slim waist so he can be as close to you as possible. or when he laces his fingers with yours and pins your hand above your head so he has easy access to plant wet kisses all over your chest. or when every kiss is met with praises of, âyouâre taking me so well, honey, feels so good. such a pretty pussy stretching so nicely for me. i could stay like this forever.â
and when nanami cums, he insists you do it together. his thrusts are getting sloppier, your cunt is getting tighter, and he knows he needs to just push you over the edge the tiniest bit more. gathering some of your arousal that had splashed onto his thigh, he rubs your puffy clit with a determined digit, his lips kissing and sucking on your shoulder and overwhelming all of your senses. âcum for me, sweetheart, let go on my cock, please. wanna make you feel so, so good.â and heâs so dizzy on all of your moans and pleas, so drunk on the way your hands clutch on to him as if heâs the only thing keeping you grounded, he canât help but allow himself to cum with you, cock throbbing as he paints your walls white. âthere you go, darling, youâre doing so well for me. so, so fucking well. so fucking good for me.â
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Based on this piece of art:
Time woke up with a jolt, peaceful sleep warping into panic. He didnât know why he sat up, kicking off the comfortable in blankets until he saw the red looming over the room and illuminating it. The rest of the room was dark. It had to be nighttime. He looked behind him and the moon was blood red, flakes of malice visible in the air outside. He could feel his heart pound wildly, and flashes of a moon crashing down into the earth, and being too late, and running loop after loop came to his mind. He turned back around, facing the door and the wall, seeing the shadow of the full shape of the moon and he ran out of the room, finding the bathroom because he knew it didnât have any windows.
He closed the door and slid against it, forcing his suddenly heavy breathing to die down. The sound of a gurgling roar shook the earth and he flinched. Then he made a split decision and carefully went outside the bathroom, stepping into the bare hallway and opened the door. He inhaled the malice and coughed miserably before looking up. He couldnât see where exactly that thundering roar had come from but he could soon see monsters returning to flesh with a magenta glow, cheering obnoxiously.
He could almost make out a grin on the moon and his blood turned to ice as he saw all the monsters appearing. He clutched his head, hoping this was all a nightmare but it wasnât. Link wanted to run back inside more than anything, escape the moon and Termina and stop rewinding time over and over but he was frozen in the crimson glare of the large, looming object in the equally as red sky. A sob wracked his body. âNavi! Please! Come back!â
Help me, he wanted to scream at the blue fairy, as tears streamed down on his face in a seemingly relentless flow. But she wasnât there. Neither was Tatl, who wouldâve darted to his side in an instant in a worry that she would easily deflect. He buried his face in his knees, clutching them to his chest tightly, like if heâd let go heâd unravel into the ground. Flashes of a dying Zora, a dead Goron, a grief-filled Princess of the Deku Scrubs and many long dead souls rising up from the ground, as Stalfos. Flashes of a woman in denial, willing to face the end of the world if her love wouldnât find her. Flashes of so many unaware people that would be crushed by the falling moon. His wailing echoed loud in the air.
âWATCH OUT!â
Link looked up to see Wild there, holding up a broadsword, and standing over him. His cape flew in the wind. Time realized belatedly it was no longer red out. The moon was back to normal. There were monsters snarling and sniveling in front of themâŚand yet Time couldnât find the strength to get up and help. He was still shaking, and sobbing. The champion launched into battle and he yelled, âGet inside, itâs not safe out here.â
âI-Iâm not leaving you,â The old man drew in a trembling deep breath and summoned the courage to stand.
Wild hesitated but gave him a nod and plunged his sword into a Lizalfosâ shoulder. Time grabbed his sword and hacked at their foes alongside the champion, and there was actually something relieving about the thrill of battle, not having to worry about any other thing than winning this small fight. When the monsters had all vanished in a puff of purple smoke, with wounds dripping black blood, all Time had was a nick on the face and all Wild had was a small bruise on his head. The old man sheathed his weapon and gave a sigh, feeling awfully tired. âIâm sorry. I shouldâve been paying attention to my surroundings, and it couldâve cost my life. Thatâs not a burden you shouldâve had to deal with. You shouldâve been able to get your rest.â
âI can never sleep during blood moons,â Wild said simply. âDuring my journey if I let myself sleep, even up in the trees, monsters would return and find meâŚand they are pretty terrible. I donât blame you, and you shouldnât either.â
It was his fault but he couldnât burden the champion even more. He gave a nod, slipping on a mask of stoicism, and he dipped his head. âThank you. Iâll be upstairs, but please get something for that bruise.â
âGet something for that cut,â Wild returned, but was frowning deeply.
He left and absently bandaged his cheek where a small amount of blood had been shed. He stared out the window and forced himself to breathe, remembering the red. The faceâno that wasnât right. There wasnât really a face in this moon. Not like Terminaâs at least. He went back to bed, covering himself with the blanket and putting his head on the pillow but no matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldnât fall back into that peaceful sleep from before.
He heard the twist of the doorknob and his door was pushed open, as quietly as possible. He saw green and blonde and a familiar face enter the room, closing the door gently behind him. The captain came over and said softly, âYouâre awake.â
âCanât sleep,â He said truthfully. âBut Iâll get over it.â
âYou donât have to hide around me, Mask.â
Time sucked in the icy air, turning away. Wars put a hand on his shoulder, eyes shining with nothing but warmth. âAnswer me honestly, are you okay right now?â
He took a long moment to answer before he wordlessly shook his head. The captain made a soft noise and asked quietly if he could hug him and the old man let himself be wrapped in a hug, in the scarred yet warm and wrong arms of his brother. âYou donât have to tell me why, but I want you to know Iâm here if you need anything. Iâd go fight the moon for you.â
Time choked on wet laughter, knowing that Wars had no idea how much that would help him. He leaned into the captainâs embrace and the restless hours of the night caught up to him. He was safe. He wasnât alone. He let warm tears fall as he closed his eyes and soon drifted into darkness.
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This is LOVELY!!! I love that Time in his panic goes outside and is immediately surrounded by monsters while he's having PTSD flashbacks to termina! And wild and wars helping him fight and also comfort him is so sweetâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
They're brothers!!
Thank you so much UniđĽ°
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Something more
You and Bucky have been best friends for years, even sharing an apartment together. When you go on a date with someone new will buckyâs unexpected jealousy lead to confessions.
Warning - none just fluff and angst
The soft glow of the Brooklyn sunset filtered through the curtains of your small apartment as you finished getting ready. The excitement bubbling in your chest was impossible to ignoreâyou hadnât been on a real date in ages.
âDo I look okay?â you called out, spinning in front of your best friend, Bucky Barnes, who was sitting on your couch, flipping through a magazine he had no real interest in.
Buckyâs steel-blue eyes lifted, and for a moment, he said nothing. His gaze trailed from your shoes to your carefully styled hair, lingering just long enough to make you feel self-conscious.
âYou look fine,â he muttered, turning back to the magazine.
âJust fine?â You frowned, smoothing your dress. âGee, thanks for the glowing review.â
âYouâre fishing for compliments now?â he shot back with a smirk, though it didnât quite reach his eyes.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your purse. âDonât wait up.â
âWhoâs this guy again?â Bucky asked casually, though his tone carried an edge you couldnât miss.
âHis nameâs Kyle. We met at the coffee shop,â you explained. âHeâs really nice. Thought Iâd give it a shot.â
Bucky grunted in response, and you didnât miss the way his jaw tightened. But you didnât press it. Heâd been acting weird since you told him about the date, but you chalked it up to his usual overprotectiveness.
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The date was fine. Kyle was sweet, charming even, but you couldnât help the way your mind kept driftingâto Bucky. His lopsided grin when he teased you, the way he always remembered your coffee order, the rare moments when he let his guard down and let you see the vulnerable man beneath the super-soldier exterior.
By the time Kyle walked you to your door, you knew your heart wasnât in it. You thanked him politely, dodging a goodnight kiss with a friendly hug, and stepped inside.
Bucky was still there.
He was sitting in the same spot on the couch, but his magazine was abandoned, and his metal hand was tapping an impatient rhythm against his thigh. His head snapped up when you entered, and he stood quickly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
âBack already?â
âYeah,â you said, slipping off your heels. âIt was⌠nice.â
âNice, huh?â He scoffed, his jaw clenching again. âThat why youâre home so early?â
You frowned, dropping your purse on the counter. âWhatâs your problem?â
âMy problem?â He stepped closer, his voice rising slightly. âYou go out with some guy you barely know, and Iâm supposed to just sit here and be okay with it?â
You stared at him, taken aback. âWhy wouldnât you be okay with it? Youâre my best friend, Bucky. Youâre supposed to be supportive.â
âBest friend,â he repeated bitterly, running a hand through his hair. âIs that all I am to you?â
Your heart skipped a beat. âWhat are you talking about?â
He sighed, the frustration and jealousy etched on his face melting into something softer, more vulnerable. âIâm talking about the fact that seeing you with someone else makes me feel like Iâm gonna lose my damn mind. That I canât stand the thought of you looking at him the way I wish youâd look at me.â
âBuckyâŚâ
âI know I shouldâve said something sooner,â he continued, his voice quieter now. âBut I was scared. Scared of ruining what we have. Scared you wouldnât feel the same way.â
Your chest tightened, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âBecause you deserve someone good,â he said, his eyes locking with yours. âAnd I wasnât sure Iâd ever be good enough for you.â
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you stepped closer, reaching up to cup his face. âBucky, you idiot. Youâve always been good enough.â
His breath hitched, his hands hovering hesitantly at your waist as if he couldnât believe this was happening. âDoes that meanâ?â
âYes,â you said, cutting him off with a smile. âIt means yes.â
Relief and something deeper flooded his expression as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. âIâm sorry I waited so long.â
âJust donât make me wait any longer,â you whispered, and before you could second-guess yourself, his lips were on yours, soft but insistent, years of unspoken feelings pouring into the kiss.
When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he grinnedâthe boyish, lopsided grin youâd always loved.
âGuess I owe Kyle a thank-you,â he joked, and you laughed, swatting his arm. âShut up and kiss me again, Barnes.â
And he did, making up for all the lost time.
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Pairing: James Howlett x Fem Reader
Headcanon: how would he be when he's obsessed?
Note: English is not my first language. Requested by lovely @fexi626. Hope you enjoy!
Logan first notices you when you move into the same small town heâs been hiding out in. Itâs supposed to be a temporary stop for himâstay low, avoid attention, move on. But then thereâs you, sweet and quiet, with a kindness that catches him completely off guard. Itâs the way you smile when you pass him at the local diner or the soft âGood morningâ you murmur when you see him on the street. It sparks something primal inside him.
Loganâs the kind of guy who tries to convince himself to stay out of it. "Donât need to drag her into my mess," he tells himself, nursing a beer at the bar while you laugh with your friends a few tables over. But he keeps looking your way, and when some jackass sidles up to you and tries getting handsy, Loganâs out of his chair before heâs even thought it through.
The guy gets the message fastâhard not to when Logan slams him into the nearest wall. "You touch her again, youâre leavinâ here in pieces. Got it?" The look in his eyes isnât one anyone would argue with, not if they wanted to keep breathing.
After that, Logan decides heâs gonna keep an eye on you. For your own good, he tells himself. Youâre too damn sweet, too damn trusting, and the worldâs full of people whoâd take advantage of that. Heâs doing you a favor, really. "You donât even know how much troubleâs out there, darlinâ," he mutters, walking a few steps behind you on your way home, just close enough to make sure nothing happens.
Loganâs not subtle, though he thinks he is. You start noticing him everywhereâleaning against the counter at the diner where you work, walking past your building more times than coincidence could explain. When you ask him about it, he just shrugs. "Town ainât that big. Guess we keep runninâ into each other." But thereâs something in his tone, in the way his eyes linger on you, that makes it feel like more.
He starts inserting himself into your life. Fixing your car when it wonât start. Showing up at the bar when youâre out with friends. "Just lookinâ out for you," he says gruffly when you question it. "Not like anyone else around hereâs got the balls to."
Loganâs protectiveness is⌠intense. If someone so much as looks at you wrong, heâs ready to start a fight. And if someone flirts with you? Forget it. You donât even hear about half the times heâs dealt with someone behind the scenes. He doesnât see it as a problemâitâs just him taking care of things. "Donât need you worryinâ about shit like that. Thatâs my job."
Despite the rough edges, thereâs a softness to him when it comes to you. When youâre upset, he doesnât say muchâjust pulls you close, lets you bury your face in his chest while he rubs your back. "I got you," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "Ainât nothinâ gonna hurt you while Iâm around."
But make no mistakeâhis love comes with a possessive streak a mile wide. If you ever tried to pull away, Logan wouldnât take it well. He wouldnât yell or plead; heâd just⌠make sure you understood. "You donât get it, do you? Youâre mine, darlinâ. Always gonna be. Doesnât matter where you goâIâll find you. And Iâll bring you back."
Logan doesnât think of himself as a good man, but when it comes to you, heâs downright delusional. "You deserve better, I know that. But better ainât what you got. You got me. And I ainât lettinâ go."
His jealousy burns hot, but his devotion runs even deeper. Youâre the one thing in his life that makes him feel⌠human. And heâll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means crossing every line he swore he wouldnât. "The worldâs a shitshow, sweetheart. But you? Youâre the only good thing in it. Donât expect me to let that go."
Loganâs a rough-around-the-edgesâpossessive, protective, and dangerously loyal. He doesnât sugarcoat things, doesnât try to hide who he is. His love is raw, fierce, and unrelenting, just like the man himself.
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ART X A SELF DOUBTING VAMPIRE READER PSLPLSPSLLS!! like they think they taste all rotten and nasty but art doesnt think sooo!
red as snow
WARNING: Self doubt
PAIRING: Art the Clown x Vampire! Reader
NOTE: Omg this is so fun to think about!! thanks for the ask <3 I ALWAYS love writing about vampires OHHHH MAN
SUMMARY: Art doesnât mind whatâs wrong with you. Thatâs the worst part, really. You canât understand how someone so perfect in his brutality could ever want something so rotten.
The blood pools around your feet in lazy rivulets, stark and shining against the pale stretch of snow. Itâs almost beautiful, in a grotesque sort of way â the kind of beauty you find in shattered glass or a body just before the life leaves it. Art would know what you mean.
Heâs doing something behind you, a slow, lilting tune, soft as snowfall. Heâs in his own little world, swaying slightly, his bloodied hands clasped behind his back. His clothes look filthy now, stained with deep red streaks.
You think he looks ridiculous. And perfect.
âDo you ever think,â you say quietly, your voice barely carrying over the winter hush, âthat I might taste bad?â
Art stops. His head snaps toward you, and even though you know he doesnât speak, you feel the weight of his question in the tilt of his head, the way his wide eyes narrow just slightly.
âYou know,â you murmur, staring down at the corpse between you, âif someone tried to bite me. My bloodâs probably awful. Thereâs something wrong with me.â you glance back at him, watching the way his grin widens like itâs some private joke only he gets. âYouâd agree, wouldnât you?â
Youâre half-joking, but it still stings when he laughs â or whatever youâd call that silent, breathy wheeze of his. Heâs doubled over, clutching his stomach like youâve just told the funniest joke in the world.
âIâm serious,â you say, your voice sharper now, a little defensive. You fold your arms over your chest. âWhy wouldnât it be bad? Iâm rotting from the inside out, Art. I can feel it. Thereâs no way itâd taste good.â
He straightens up, wiping at his face even though thereâs no tears, no sign of any real laughter â just that grin of his, smeared with someone elseâs blood. He takes a step closer, his boots crunching over the snow.
âDonât look at me like that,â you mutter, turning away. âI mean it. Itâs not romantic to drink from something dead.â
Heâs behind you before you can finish the thought, his hands curling over your shoulders in a way that makes your skin crawl â and not because you donât like it. You hate that you do. That you want him to hold you tighter, to crush you in that terrible grip of his.
âI mean, maybe itâs fitting,â you continue. âYouâre a demon. Iâm a vampire. Weâre both monsters. But even monsters deserve something better than this, donât you think?â
Art spins you around in one fluid movement, his hands dropping to your arms to hold you in place. You can feel the press of his fingers through your clothing, too strong, too insistent, but you donât pull away. Heâs tilting his head again, his grin growing impossibly wider, like heâs daring you to keep talking.
âYou donât believe me,â you say softly.
He shakes his head, slow and deliberate. Then, quick as a flash, his hand moves to his chest, dragging his fingers down like heâs unzipping it, miming something pulling at his heart.
You swallow hard. âYouâre just saying that.â
He glares at you, his grin faltering for the first time. Itâs subtle, just the faintest twitch at the corners of his mouth, but itâs enough to make your breath catch.
âOkay, okay,â you say quickly, raising your hands in surrender. âYou love me. I get it. You donât have to be so dramatic about it.â
He doesnât let go. Instead, he leans in closer, his face inches from yours. You can smell the copper tang of blood on him, can see the splatters drying on his skin.
Maybe he doesnât care whatâs wrong with you, doesnât care if your blood tastes like poison, if your body is too far gone to be anything worth having. He just loves you.
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21 of clubs with Jack Hughes but with him being the submissive one please!
warning: i REALLY enjoyed this one, sub!jack, riding, unprotected p in v, praise, bossing jack around, edging, begging, overstimulation, back being a NEEDY man when it comes to sucking on titties (he's a titty man we been knew)
wc: 939
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â you coo, dragging the pads of your fingertips down Jackâs chest. His eyes flutter shut, so you graze your thumbnail over his nipple. He jolts back to attention, eyes growing glassy and heady. âThatâs right, J, keep your eyes on me.â
âYeah,â Jack murmurs, slurring the word a little bit. Youâve been holding him right on the edge for almost an hour now, a seemingly impossible feat for the boy. Heâs impatient and whiny, but his need to prove that he can behave trumps all of that. Normally, youâre not so strongâ you like it when Jack comes inside of you with his helpless little whimper as much as anyone would. You like when he does it because you get to punish him until heâs keening and begging you for something, but he never actually knows what he wants. He doesnât want it to stop, but heâs usually too overstimulated to continue. Still, he begs.
Today, he got an assist on every single goal that the Devils scored. Youâre rewarding him by dangling his orgasm just out of reach, getting him all floaty and drunk before you tell him he can let go, because itâll make his climax that much better.Â
âYouâre so good, J,â you continue, clenching down and swiveling your hips. Youâre on top of him, trapping him against the bed, and Jack is white-knuckled with the way heâs trying to stay still. âMy good boy, my perfect boy.â
A high-pitched noise escapes him involuntarily and Jack presses his lips together.
âOh, Iâm sorry, baby,â you apologize in a sickly-sweet voice, leaning down until your tits brush the plane of his chest. âI forgot how much you like it when I tell you how good youâre being. Itâs just too much for you, isnât it? Youâre close?â
âPlease,â he says, voice breaking. He bucks his hips accidentally, the tips of his ears going red. âSorry,â he mumbles, breaking eye contact.
âDonât worry about it, J,â you reply, bringing a hand to his cheek and having him face you. You plant a kiss on his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and nibbling. âI think Iâve made you wait long enough. You want me to make you come?â
âYes,â he wails. âPlease, fuck, Y/N, please let me come. âM so close, justââ
âNeed me to give you a little more,â you tease. âThatâs what you need. Come whenever youâre ready, baby.â You lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs behind you, and you start to move up and down. His cock drags along your walls and youâre rolling your hips forward as you rise and fall. âYouâre so pretty like this, Jack. Love it when your eyes get all faraway and you canât look away from me. Makes me feel so pretty when youâre like this, being so good for me.â
Jackâs eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back, a long whine droning from his throat. His Adamâs apple bobs as he chokes on his breath, so you bring your fingers to his neck and trail your fingers lightly over the ridges of his skin. You lean in close, still moving your hips, and poise your mouth next to Jackâs ear.
âCome,â you whisper, making sure your breath washes over his earlobe and the back of his neck in a way that will raise goosebumps.
Jack whimpers and shoots off immediately, the moans and gasps that fall from his lips like music to your ears. Theyâre just as desperate as the ropes of cum that are filling your pussy. âThank you,â Jack tells you breathlessly as the spurts turn to droplets, then aftershocks that wrack only his body.Â
You giggle. âWeâre not done yet, baby.â Jackâs eyebrows quirk. You grin, biting your bottom lip and drawing a line up your stomach. When you reach your breasts, you cup the flesh and squeeze, making sure to pinch your nipple and roll the bud between your fingers. Jack licks over his bottom lip like a habit, eyes fixed on your chest. âI still havenât come, J. You gonna lay there and be my good boy while I get myself off?â
He stares up at you, words comprehending, but unable to come up with a reply.Â
You lean down again, brushing his lips against yours. âIâll let you suck on my tits, sweet boy.â
Jackâs eyes go wide and he starts to nod, fervor driving his actions. Mouthing at your nipples distracts him like nothing else. Heâll be able to easily get past the overstimulation if heâs sucking at your skinâ heâll lose himself in the sensation and itâll increase your pleasure by leaps and bounds. Heâs so greedy with it, latching on as soon as youâve made your breasts available to him.Â
He loses track of himself, pushing at you and using his hockey strength to roll you over onto your back. He continues to bite and suck, making sweet little noises when you pet through his hair. His hips have started moving without knowing itâ heâs fucking into you in slight movements, humping your welcoming cunt mindlessly as he gets his fix. The desperation and instinctual movements, Jackâs complete unawareness because heâs so focused on your chest, hurtles you toward your climax. You watch his body move and admire how he feels so good that he canât help but fuck you, even as overstimulated as he is. His whimpers could be greed, needing more from your tits, but you have a feeling that theyâre born from his rocking and the sensation that burns his semi-hard cock with each thrust.
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Three Shots: Ryan x Reader (Yellowstone)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 @ladychaos1525
Companion piece to:
Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.
Such A Good Girl - Ryan makes a realisation about your undercover op.
Itâs the gun shots that change everything.
Thereâs three of them, each one a loud retort that echoes through the clear night air as Ryan sits behind the wheel of his truck, that casefile on his lap. Heâs out of the vehicle in an instant, heart hammering in his chest as he races towards the house with his Glock in his hand.
This shit right here, this is his nightmare.
The door is unlocked when he reaches it, itâs the way of people who buy second homes in remote areas like this. They donât think to lock the doors because whose around to open them anyway.
The stench of cordite hits him the moment he steps into the hall way, he can taste it on his tongue as he searches the house for you with a franticness he feels in the very depths of his soul. Itâs in the study he finds you and the scene⌠itâs nothing like he expected.
Youâre sitting in a leather chesterfield with Myerâs dead body at your feet and your gun in your hand, resting lightly on the arm of the chair. Blood blossoms across the expensive cream sweater the other man is wearing, saturating the fabric as crimson spreads underneath him. Itâs the expression on his features that gets Ryan, the look of absolute surprise that his life had ended this way.
âKatalina.â Ryan says softly trying to understand what happened and you look up at him without so much as a hair out of place.
âI found that.â You tell him as you gesture to the laptop on the coffee table. âAnd I just couldnât let him get away with it.â
Ryan folds his sleeve over his hand, careful not to leave a fingerprint as he presses the space bar. A video starts to play and itâs the worst fucking thing heâs seen in his entire life.
âThereâs one for each of them.â You tell him, your voice completely devoid of emotion. âOne for each of the girls he raped and then dumped on the reservation.â
Itâs then that it dawns on Ryan, what happened here tonight. Myers hadnât attacked you at all. Youâd executed him.
Three to the chest, just like they taught you at the academy.
âYou need to make the call.â You tell him, your eyes meeting his with a clarity he finds harrowing. âTell them what you found when you walked into this room.â
âIâm not letting you go to prison for putting down a fucking animal.â Ryan tells you and he can tell your surprised by the expression on your features. âHe doesnât get to take you down with him.â
Already his mind is working damage control, the same way it does with every single mess heâs ever had to clean up for the Duttons.
âYou found the video and he attacked you.â Ryan informs you as he starts to stage the scene in his head. âWhen you shot him, you were in fear for your life.â
âRyan.â You say gently as you stand up and step towards him. âNobodyâs going to believe that, thereâs not a mark on me.â
âWell baby.â He sighs as grasps your arms and rolls up your sleeves. âWeâre gonna have to change that.â
The next couple of minutes are a true testament of love and Ryan hates every fucking second of it. He grips your arms so tightly, he leaves finger marks embedded in the flesh. He tears your shirt, sending the buttons careening in different directions. He fucks up your hair, yanking it out of that neat braid so itâs mused up and loose. When it comes to the crunch, to actually inflicting violence on you, he just canât force himself to do it so he steps back, surveying the mess heâs made of you.
Itâs not enough, he realises, his heart sinking and thatâs when you take the intuitive.
âThereâs a rolling pin in the kitchen.â You tell him, your voice resolute. âI need you to get it for me.â
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