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The prospect of spending an entire week without seeing or touching Bucky seems like pure torture. You suspect Thor didn’t take kindly to you turning him down in favour of Bucky which has resulted in you covering the night shift for the next two weeks. nooooooo:( not the opposite schedule as punishment that is LITERALLY the worst (speaking from experience night shift genuinely makes me so sad) I don't care if he's a god rn he's a bitch

"Sending you kisses and dirty dreams" is such a line I have to steal that for personal use

You listen to his message three times. Firstly, just to hear his voice, how elated he sounds speaking to your voicemail. Second, to actually take in what he said. And thirdly, to listen to the sound of his voice again. Me when I read trulyyy I have to stop my brain from being too excited and skipping stuff😭 then I go back and reread it to make sure I got everything 😅

When he answers his door, there’s a moment's pause where you simply stare joyously at each other, as if trying to determine if this is actually real or something concocted in a dream. I am emo for this :(

Seeing Bucky’s gorgeous, smiling face after a week apart is like a breath of fresh air. After a week of suffocating, you could now take a long, deep breath, oxygenating all those cells in your body which had been crying out for him. By the achingly doting expression on his face, you are positive he has longed for this moment as much as you have. Em. Why are you set out to kill me. This is the most BEAUTIFUL thing I've ever read. This description????? You literally made up ????????? In your big beautiful brain ?????? What do you mean HOW DID U DO THAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I have read this 5 times now alone I simply cannot move on from this. I will never be normal about this ever.

His lounge room is lit up with candles, casting a soft, warm glow over the entire room and filling the air with a sweet vanilla fragrance. The couch and coffee table have been pushed to the back wall to make room for a makeshift bed of multiple blankets and pillows. A small projector sits at the foot of the ‘bed’, pointing at a now bare wall, the few pictures Bucky did have up now stored on the coffee table. To top it all off, rose petals have been scattered all around the room, with a bouquet of the same flowers tied up neatly in a pretty bow beside the bed which you can only assume is for you. This??? THIS????????? yeah. im done for. DONE FOR. AND FOR HIM TO SAY "ID DO ANYTHING FOR YOU" WITHOUT HESITATION!??????????? EM. YOURE CRIMINAL.

He looks at you with such extreme fondness, like something precious he values and wants to keep safe, and you have no choice but to kiss him. Not soft and sweet like his was, but instead ardently, fiercely. As a ‘thank you’. As a ‘I missed you’. As a ‘I care about you beyond what words can describe’. As a ‘I need you right now’. Exactly this.

HE SWAPPED SHIFTS TO BE WITH HER IM SO MUSHY & MELTY GET OUT.

“Oh I’m most definitely pussy drunk. Pussy addicted even.” He affirms with his signature smirk. Warmth blooms in your chest at how shamelessly he’s into you - you have become accustomed to men’s ambiguous signals, their aversion to commitment, but with Bucky, as soon as you proclaimed yourself as his girlfriend, he’s been nothing but unabashedly yours. OMGSBSGSKHS I MADE THIS JOKE EARLIER IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT IN THE REAL THING IM DEAD 😹😹

“Of course I did.” He says with an amused lilt as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your stomach tingles with something of devoted affection when you perceive no trace of deception in his features. the way. he is so effortless. And CASUAL. about the lengths he would go to I AM SICK. "OF COURSE I DID" "ID DO ANYTHING FOR YOU" GOD SHUT UP I CANT TAKE ANY MORE YOURE KILLING ME.

Looking into his steel blue eyes, which regard you with a familiar warmth and devotion, your stomach clenches as the realisation hits you - you have something in this world you’re terrified to lose. Im ill and you're insane.

Night Shift

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

< < PART 5 | Series Masterlist | PART 7 > >

Summary: When you’re stuck on night shift for two weeks, you and Bucky find it difficult to spend time together.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of sending nudes/audio within an established relationship, implied food play, mention of dialysis and an elderly patient dying, soft fluff

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I truly didn’t mean for this part to be this long, yet here we are. Some soft smut and domestic fluff after the angst of part 5. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“My place next weekend?” Bucky poses as he peppers delicate kisses over your face. You scrunch your nose and let out a little squeal of glee that promotes him to continue his trail of kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

With Bucky still living with and taking care of his Ma recovering at home after being discharged from the surgical ward last week, and your now severely conflicting schedules, you know you won’t find the time to see each other until the following weekend.

You have to remind yourself that you only have to endure six days without him, not even a full week, but it’s the six nights attempting to fall asleep in an empty bed without his strong arms cuddling you into his broad, musky scented chest that you suspect will be more tormenting to endure.

“What have you got planned?” Your eyes narrow, trying to see if you can get any clues by reading his countenances. Unfortunately, all he does is smile, which gives away nothing except for the soft flutter of butterflies in your stomach that indicate how you enjoy being the cause of his happiness.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” God he loves to tease, and as much as you adore him for it, having something specific to look forward to at the end of the week would actually be very helpful in surviving the week.

“Can it be next weekend already?” You whine between peppered kisses around your face. Bucky simply chuckles, but he feels your pain, he doesn’t want to have to endure the impending week without you either.

“I promise, the week will go by in a flash.”

But this one time, Bucky’s promise isn’t truthful.

The week feels like it’s moving through tar.

You’re awake when it’s pitch black outside and when you attempt to sleep at home, the sun is seeping through your curtains, almost mocking you that you can’t be outside enjoying it.

The night shift drags on more so than a regular day because you don’t have Wanda keeping you company, and you know that you won’t be able to steal glimpses of Bucky which normally sustain you throughout your shift.

You then come home and crash on an empty bed in a lonely apartment when most people are only just starting their day. Your mind can’t help but wonder what Bucky is doing at this very moment. Perhaps he’s making breakfast for his mom, and you smile thinking about them joking together over their cereal. Or maybe he’s having his morning shower, the hot water cascading over his toned body, his wet hair falling in front of his eyes as he washes his naked body.

Possibly thinking about you.

Maybe even touching himself to the thought of you being right there with him.

And that’s the image you manage to fall asleep thinking about and which enters your dreams.

The following day is no better. Sporadic messages from Bucky during his waking hours is the only contact you have with him, until it gets too late where his communication ceases altogether, under the assumption he finally fell asleep.

After driving home, and two and a half long days without seeing him, you’re desperate to hear his voice. Sadly, the only time you manage to hear it is when his voicemail instructs you to leave a message because you’ve missed him. At a very minimum he will be able to hear your voice if you leave a voicemail, so you decide to tell him about your day.

“Morning baby, I know you’re probably with your Ma, but I just finished my shift and I’m on my way home and I’d thought I’d see if I could catch you before I fall asleep. It was a tough one today, Mrs Stewart, that lovely lady on dialysis who read my cards, the one I told you about last week, she came into the ER again and passed away overnight. I organised for her daughters to come in to say goodbye, but it felt like such an injustice, she should have had more time and been able to meet her grandbaby. I wish I had been able to come home to a hug and kiss from you.” You take a short pause, trying to compose yourself. You’re a doctor, losing patients is part of the job description and just makes saving lives that more extraordinary, but it is always easier to cope when you have Bucky there to run you a bath and help wash the day off you.

You don’t get that privilege this week.

“How’s your Ma? I know you said the other day she was meeting all her goals so I’m sure she’s breaking all kinds of records and continuing to be a mischief maker just like her son is.” You let out a chuckle, thinking of your cheeky boyfriend and his even sassier mom interacting with each other makes you grin. “Two nights down, four more to go. Honestly the weekend can’t come soon enough, I already miss you and it’s only been two days! Oh also, I sent you some pictures overnight, I hope you enjoy getting to look through those before bed later, I think you’ll like them. Sending you kisses and dirty dreams. I hope we get to speak soon baby.”

You hang up feeling ever so slightly better. Even though you weren’t actually speaking with him directly, in some strange way you feel like you have.

When you wake up, a good eight hours later, feeling more exhausted than when you went to sleep, one of the notifications you’ve missed is a call from Bucky, and your heart flutters when you realise he’s also left you a long voicemail.

“Hey darling, it was so great hearing your voice just before starting my shift, I feel like my day is already brighter from just listening to you talk. I’m sorry to hear about your patient, she seemed like such a sweet lady. If I were with you I’d give you the biggest hug and kiss, you deserve them both. Just know you are an amazing doctor; and her daughters will be grateful that they got their chance to say goodbye.” There’s a long pause in the recording, so much so you think your phone has accidentally switched off, but then you hear his voice again. “Ma is doing so well, we’re getting out and doing some small walks around her neighbourhood. She’s friends with one of the lady’s down the end of the street and her poodle puppy, so her motivation to keep walking is to see little Millie and get puppy kisses. I have to take her to a follow-up appointment after work, so it might prove a little tricky finding a time to chat but hopefully I can catch you before your shift.”

Your heart sinks, after not actually getting to speak with him earlier today you had hoped this afternoon would be your best chance to do so. But as disappointed as you are, you don’t blame Bucky one bit - he has to take care of his mom, and seeing the relationship they share only makes you adore him even more.

“I had a sneak at those pictures earlier and you made me harder than a fucking rock looking like a wet dream in that lingerie set. You can guarantee I’ll be looking at those when I go to sleep tonight. I might just have to send you some audio of how much I enjoy them.” Excitement tingles down your spine and you salivate at the thought of hearing Bucky get off to pictures of you. That of all the people he’s ever been with, you’re the one he can’t get enough of. “I hope you’re resting up baby, you deserve it. I’m sure we’ll speak soon, and if not, I’m just gonna keep listening to your voicemail on repeat so I can hear your voice again.”

The remainder of the week wouldn’t be such a drag now that you could listen to his voice any time you want.

* * *

After your shift ends on Saturday morning, you have a pep in your step as you exit the hospital, on your way straight to Bucky’s place.

You’re finally going to see him again and nothing, not even the wet weather that you drive through towards his apartment, will dampen that.

When he answers his door, there’s a moment's pause where you simply stare joyously at each other, as if trying to determine if this is actually real or something concocted in a dream.

Someone else would probably think you had spent months apart with how hurriedly you pull one another into a crushing embrace. Your arms fling around his neck, pulling him down to you, and he pulls your waist flush with his as he buries his face in your neck.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear, taking in the familiar scent of his eucalyptus shampoo and that musky scent which was just naturally Bucky.

“Not as much as I missed you.” He mumbles, pulling back so his lips can capture yours in a tender kiss. His lips are soft and meld against yours with languid motions.

You stay in each other's arms for a long moment, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, letting the rest of the world melt away as you revel in the delight of being reunited.

With a kiss to your forehead, Bucky takes your hand and leads you inside, not wanting to be deficient of your touch for even a single second longer.

“I have something to show you.” He proclaims with a mischievous grin. You’re left to ponder what it might be as he doesn’t give you any hints, however, you don’t need to wait long for when he leads you through the doorway to his living space the surprise hits you square in the chest.

“Bucky��” Your jaw drops open and you’re left speechless.

“You did all this for me?” You choke out, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you but the lump in your throat betraying you.

“I’d do anything for you.” He responds without hesitation. “I wanted to have a romantic weekend together after not seeing you for so long.”

Your hands find his hair and pull lightly, in the way you know he likes and which helps you open him up to you so you can sweep your tongue in his mouth.

You’re in control of the kiss until Bucky manages to slip a large hand past the elastic of your pants, fingers finding the wet patch forming in your panties. Even the feel of his thick fingers through the material is enough to make you keen, and all of a sudden you’re putty in his hands as he takes charge.

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?”

“All week.” You moan breathlessly as he runs his fingers through your soaking folds, making sure his thumb circles your clit with the just the right pressure he has come to know with experience makes your toes curl. “Jerking off to your pictures just isn’t the same.”

“You need the real thing, baby?” Bucky nips at your earlobe before sucking on your neck, the sensation making you dizzy with lust. You want him - no, need him, more than you’ve needed anyone before, more than you need to breathe.

“Yes, please.” You beg, hands reaching down to feel his hardening cock underneath the material of his sweatpants. His lips connect with yours again as you cup his balls through his pants, a gravelly grunt escaping his lips

“Lay down, darling.” Bucky instructs, his spare, strong hand running down your back to assist you falling backwards onto his provisional blanket bed. “I got you.” He promises as you let him hold your body weight, placing you down carefully and ensuring your head rests on one of the pillows.

Bucky cages you in, his muscular form and intoxicating scent consuming your vision and filling all your senses. His eyes are brimming with desire, observing you underneath him as if you are the most alluring sight he’s ever had the pleasure of gazing at, and it only makes the wet patch in your panties grow.

“Need you, James.” He smirks as his real name falls from your lips. Bucky knows you mean business when you use it, and though he loves to tease you, today is not the time for that, because as much as you need him, he needs you even more.

“I know baby, Imma take good care of you, make you feel so good.” Bucky coos before sliding down your body, pulling your slacks and underwear off in one go. “There’s my pretty pussy.” As soon as his plump lips suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you’re sent straight to heaven. Without giving you a moment to think about how almost painfully good he’s making you feel and how much you’ve missed the feel of his tongue swirling at your core, he’s slipped two fingers inside you, fervently stroking your velvety, fluttering walls.

“Shit, Buck. God, I’ve missed your mouth.” If you were with anyone but your precious Bucky, who you trust implicitly, you might be embarrassed by how quickly the band at the bottom of your stomach is tightening, ready to snap at any second. But you never feel self conscious when you’re with him - his utmost concern with your pleasure, ensuring you always feel safe and comfortable when you’re with him nourishes the trust you share.

You look down at Bucky between your legs still fully clothed, rutting into the blankets beneath him, as if he’s getting off on purely the taste of you. You swear you’ve never been with a partner who actually enjoys eating you out as much as Bucky does, rather than seeing it as a chore to get through so you’ll suck them off.

Through his long hair, strands of which have fallen in front of his face, his piercing blue eyes look up to find you watching him intently, overflowing pleasure etched on your features, whimpers and moans cascading from your mouth. This only spurs him on. With a smirk you can feel against your sensitive folds, his movements become more frantic, pushing you ever closer to your impending high.

“Make a mess on my face, darling.” His breath is hot against your centre, before diving right back in, tongue feverishly licking up every drop of arousal he himself is responsible for, as his fingers curl to find that spot inside you which makes you see stars.

“Buck- oh god, oh please, right there, fuck yes, yes, right there, don’t stop.” Your thighs squeeze around his head but it doesn’t slow him down. He’s been starving for a week and nothing, even not being able to breathe, is going to stop him from taking you over the edge of ecstasy.

And that’s exactly what he does. With a simultaneous thrust of his fingers and suction on your clit, you cum with a cry of his name, thighs quivering and toes curling as your back arches off the pile of blankets and pillows that are now in disarray.

“That’s my good girl.” He praises, continuing to pump his fingers inside you as his other hand frantically rubs your clit, prolonging your pleasure and causing your body to involuntary jerk as your orgasm fires through every cell in your body.

When you finally come down, completely out of breath and sweat beading on your brow, Bucky smirks at you in his signature, cheeky way where you can’t help a reciprocating smile blossoming in your own features.

“Now, let’s see how many times you can cum on this fat cock.”

* * *

“Bucky?” You mumble with a hoarse voice as your eyes blink open to the bright early afternoon sun streaming through the cracks in Bucky’s curtains, even though you can tell he’s tried to pull them across as far as they will go so you can sleep in mild darkness.

When you don’t get a response you turn over lazily, arm reaching out to the spot beside you on the makeshift bed only to find cool sheets and spare pillows. Your heart drops that even though you got to fall asleep beside Bucky, you haven’t been able to wake up beside him.

That moment of happiness and contentment as you both open your eyes in the morning, being the first thing you each see in the day, after being the last before falling asleep, as soft smiles spread simultaneously over both of your features, is a type of pure magic you don’t want to be deprived of once you’ve had a taste.

Hearing movement and faint sizzling coming from the adjacent kitchen, you pull Bucky’s discarded Henley over your naked form and, with a stifled yawn, shuffle towards your boyfriend.

You take a moment to lean on the doorframe and admire your burly boyfriend, shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, long hair tied back from his face in a small bun as he pours batter onto a frypan.

You could get used to this.

The muscles of his bare back flex as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade, your arms snaking around his toned midriff

“Did you sleep well?” He asks softly as the hand he’s not using covers your left hand, fingers naturally slotting between yours. One of your favourite things since officially becoming his girlfriend is how physically affectionate he’s become. He’ll make any excuse to hold your hand, to sling an arm around your shoulders or have you sitting in his lap.

The fact that he seeks out that contact with you, makes your heart flutter each time. Warmth blooms in your chest knowing you’re the only person he wants that affectionate, lovey-dovey connection with.

“Hmm I guess. Wanted to wake up next to you though.” Your arms tighten around his waist, as if to reflexively keep him close and prevent him from moving away as he had done while you were asleep.

“I’m sorry darling, our sleep schedules are just off at the moment.” You kiss a freckle on his shoulder blade, a silent recognition that you understand what he means and you aren’t upset. You observe a shiver running down his back at your soft kiss so you do it again with a smile, loving that you’re the one person who gets to elicit that kind of reaction from him.

“Watcha making?” You ask lazily, standing on your tiptoes so you can see above his shoulder to what he’s cooking in the frypan. The room smells delicious, like sugary sweetness and melting butter

“Pancakes. Figured we’d need some energy after what we did this morning.” He chuckles as you let out a little squeal of delight. No man has ever put the effort in to cook for you before, and now Bucky’s making one of your childhood favourites. “Plus, they’re one of the only things I can make well.”

“They almost look as yummy as you.” You flatter, poking him at the ticklish spot he has just above his hip which makes him squirm and giggle.

“You’ll have to make sure to save room for your dessert then.”

You fall into comfortable silence as you remain resting on his back and Bucky continues to cook the pancakes one at a time, treasuring the closeness given your separation over the past week, but not needing conversation to feel at ease with each other's presence.

“Are you gonna fall asleep on me again, huh?” Bucky’s voice pulls you away from the dark void of sleep you were falling into without realising.

“Maybe… you’re just so comfy.” You mumble, your tired lips barely articulating the words, but Bucky chuckles like he knows what you’ve said.

“Here…” He places the spatula down and before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the counter beside his stove. He stands between your legs, casually kissing you and hands smoothing over your bare thighs. In this moment it feels as though nothing can come between you, even the prospect of spending the rest of your career on the night shift. “My sweet girl.” He mumbles against your lips, hooking your legs around his waist, getting lost in the taste of you to the extent that he almost forgets about the batter cooking on the pan and has to frantically untangle himself from you to turn them before they burn.

Once the pancakes are done, Bucky serves them up on a plate for each of you and leads you back to the living room with your hand in his, only leaving you huddled in the blankets alone for a moment to go grab all the topping options he purchased specifically for this occasion.

You start eating your pancakes as Bucky fiddles to connect the projector, cursing under his breath when it doesn’t work. You tell him not to mind, because after finishing your pancakes, you’re interested in other activities that don’t involve watching a movie, and making use of the rest of the whipped cream Bucky bought.

Though the weekend will surely go by in a flash, you want to stay in the moment with him and enjoy every sweet and sinful second you get together.

* * *

Before you know it, Monday has come round again and you’re back on the night shift. Yes, the week without Bucky had been difficult and you didn’t like it one bit, but you made it through once, so you know you can do it again.

Besides, your weekend of indulgence certainly made up for the lonely nights and days without seeing him, so you’re using the prospect of a similar weekend as motivation to get through another gruelling week.

Early on in your shift, as you’re preparing to send a young man in for an x-ray of his possibly fractured wrist, a familiar voice calls your name as they approach the nurses desk.

“Buck?” Your heart starts beating frantically thinking something must be catastrophically wrong for him to be in the ER at this time of night. “Is everything okay? Is it your mom?” Your voice is shaky, but your concern isn’t reflected on his face.

If you weren’t in a state of panic, you would have realised that him being in his EMT uniform was an indication of the true reason he found himself inside the hospital, but you fail to notice that detail in the moment of anxiety.

“Darling, everything is fine.” He punctuates his reassurance with a sweet kiss, his large hands calmly cupping your face and savouring the feel of your lips against his. “I swapped shifts with someone on nights for the week. I didn’t want to have to go another whole week without seeing you or sleeping next to you.”

Surprise stuns you for a split second - Bucky changed to the night shift because he missed you that much last week. Your stomach does a flip at how thoughtful his gesture is.

“Or do you mean sleeping with me? Are you a little pussy drunk, Barnes?” You tease.

“You really swapped the night shift just for me?” You ask, voice softer and more vulnerable now. No one has ever gone out of their way to inconvenience themselves for you before. Part of your brain can’t believe seeing you more is the only reason Bucky has made the switch. Surely he must have some ulterior motive?

“What about your Ma?” You question, very appreciative of what Bucky has done but concerned he hasn’t thought it through the whole way.

“Steve offered to help out, and I can still see her before each shift in the afternoon and afterwards in the mornings.” He reassures with a smile that relieves any doubt you were feeling. “Spending time with you is important to me. No one makes me feel as happy and content as I do when I’m with you, so when the opportunity presented itself, of course I took it.”

Perhaps his edges are a little jagged by his past, but Bucky makes you feel like you’re in the exact right place at the exact right time, that there’s no rush, nothing to run or hide from, that you are precisely where you’re meant to be.

And though you don’t tell him that you’re falling in love, you kiss him like you do.

Part 7 > >

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 hours ago

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Idk if your requests are open, but if they are, can you do batboys when the reader has a flu or something like that??🙏

My requests are open! But I would some fun, fluff stuff as I’ve been going through some personal stuff that have been affecting my focus and other things, leaving me a little more less then eager to do much of anything really. I’ll try to keep writing but i can only guarantee so much.

Dick is probably patting your back with a broom from another room

kidding! Dick would be very attentive and sweet when you have the flu as he would have everything you need in bulk and smother you beneath several thick blankets, tightly tucked and everything to the point you couldn’t even move a pinky, much to his amusement.

Hayley also acts as a massive help in your recovery or should we say nurse Hayley as dick would have the poor dog dress up for the bit…only for Hayley to grow bored and take her outfit off, all the while Dick becomes dramatic at how his loyal nurse has just up and quit on the job because she wasn’t get any treat treats for her service.

It was high entertainment for you as you’d watch Hayley come back into the room and tuck herself next to you on the bed, whining for your attention as she exposes her belly towards you, and who were you to ignore the cutie? You give her the belly rubs she deserves for putting up with Dick and his antics.

Other then giving you what you wanted (Hayley) dick would make sure to take care of you, going so far as to even tell you a story of his brothers to help you sleep if you couldn’t find it within yourself to do so. Dick is more than happy to risk getting sick just to cuddle you and give you a plethora of kisses, why? Apparently he couldn’t help but give you affection when you looked like a wet puppy. So when you tell him that he shouldn’t be surprised when he becomes sick himself, he only laughs and says that his immune system was good enough to prevent himself from getting sick easily, however he does indeed get sick the next day and acts surprised by it too.

‘I told you not to cuddle me, you’d get sick.’ You tell him through chuckles.

‘And leave you without knowing my love? No way, if anything it was worth the risk.’ He replies as he smiles at you before covering his mouth to cough, making you sigh sympathetically. ‘You’ll be okay.’ You reassured him as you rubbed his back soothingly, ‘I’ll even bring nurse Hayley to help bring you back to full health.’ You add.

Damian is far more stern with you when you get ill. There’s no excuses when it comes to avoiding your medication because Damian will find a way to slip the medicine into your system regardless. Seriously he’ll sneak it into your food when you’re not looking for he didn’t want your stubbornness towards the weird tasting medicine to hinder your recovery process, finding this seemingly childish reaction of yours rather ridiculous.

He often ponders whether you wanted to get better or not with how often you seemed to rebuke the medicine he gave, but he was only doing this for your own good and that was a good enough drive for him to taking care of you to full health once more.

Yet while he might have some grievances of taking care of you, he didn’t mind the idea of being your caretaker as it meant getting to be soft with you, as if he wasn’t already but the fact that you were sick only made Damian treat you more like porcelain. He would even have Titus, Ace and Alfred the cat to keep you company when he knew you were feeling a little down from time to time just to see you smile again when the dogs licked your face, whereas Alfred would be purring contently in your lap.

He knew being sick was your idea and he would always remind you that he wasn’t upset at you for it, but he just hopes that this acts as a lesson to be more carful in the future, all the while coming up with some drawing activities with you to pass the time; which ends up being a ton of fun and an absolute laugh when you see Damian genuinely try to be bad a drawing but only for it to come out better then most of the things you produced.

Jason is another one who’s rather strict about taking care of you, much like how he would be rather straightforward and blunt when you needed to eat, Jason wouldn’t let you move a single finger when you were found to be sick with the flu.

Wear all the hoodies of his that you can get your hands on, he doesn’t mind as long as it would keep you warm and comfortable, because until the day you were better he was going to wait on you hand and foot by giving you the needed medication or brining in food and water throughout the day.

Jason didn’t care what he had to do because as long as he could take care of you to the best of his abilities then that was more then enough for him, he’d even take some time away from patrol as he didn’t feel comfortable leaving you within your shared home when you were in a vulnerable state.

Thankfully Gotham wasn’t in as much need for him when his brothers Dick, Tim, Duke and Damian were overseeing the city in his absence, it helped take his mind off of that aspect while he was taking care of you by frequently checking your body temperature or make you soup, and or being there to comfort you should you feel the need to empty your stomach. Jason could fully bring his attention to you like he should and you needn’t worry about waking him up early in the morning, or even late at night because Jason was more then willing to get whatever it was you needed without compliant.

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amourquinn · 11 hours ago

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𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐘 ; quinn hughes ( drabble )

pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 734

genre : fluff, slightly suggestive no warnings

summary : quinn tries to focus on his video game, but you have other plans—ones that involve distracting him in the best way possible

the sound of buttons being rapidly pressed and quinn’s low voice talking into his headset echoed from the living room. you leaned against the bedroom doorframe, watching as he sat on the couch, entirely absorbed in whatever game he and his brother, jack, were playing. his posture was relaxed but focused, legs spread slightly as he hunched forward with the controller in his hands.

“no, jack. don’t go that way,” quinn muttered, his voice steady but tinged with annoyance. “i told you they’re camping there.”

you smiled to yourself. it was always entertaining to listen to quinn and jack bicker during their gaming sessions. they were competitive to the core, even when it came to video games. you watched for a moment longer before deciding that quinn had been playing long enough without giving you attention.

with quiet steps, you padded into the living room and plopped yourself onto the couch beside him. quinn glanced at you briefly, his brows furrowing. “hey, babe,” he said quickly before turning his attention back to the screen.

“hi,” you replied sweetly, leaning against his side. he barely acknowledged you, his fingers flying over the controller as he tried to keep up with the action on the screen.

“jack, i swear, if you—” quinn groaned, cutting himself off mid-sentence. his jaw clenched as he leaned forward slightly, completely focused.

you smirked, deciding to test just how much you could distract him. casually, you rested your hand on his thigh, your fingers lightly drumming against his skin.

quinn tensed slightly but didn’t look away from the screen. “what are you doing?” he mumbled, his tone half curious, half distracted.

“nothing,” you replied innocently, letting your fingers slide up and down his leg.

“jack, i need backup!” quinn said into the microphone, his voice sharper now. “where are you?”

the intensity of his game only spurred you on. shifting closer, you pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, just under his ear. quinn froze for a second, his grip on the controller tightening.

“y/n,” he hissed under his breath, turning his head slightly to glance at you.

“yes?” you asked sweetly, batting your lashes.

“i’m playing a game,” he whispered, his voice low enough that jack couldn��t hear.

“i know,” you said, trailing another kiss along his jaw.

“jacky, i’m down—revive me!” quinn barked into the microphone, his frustration clear.

you bit your lip to suppress a giggle, thoroughly enjoying yourself. “am i distracting you?”

“yes,” he admitted, his voice strained. “and you’re doing it on purpose.”

“maybe,” you teased, your hand sliding a little higher on his thigh.

quinn groaned softly, tilting his head back against the couch for a moment. “jack, i need a minute,” he said suddenly, pulling off the headset and tossing it onto the coffee table.

“what? we’re in the middle of—” jack’s voice cut off as quinn disconnected the call.

quinn turned to you, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “you’re relentless, you know that?”

“i was bored,” you said with a shrug, shifting so you were straddling his lap.

“and you decided to make me lose on purpose?” he asked, his hands instinctively settling on your hips.

“exactly,” you replied with a grin, looping your arms around his neck.

quinn sighed, shaking his head, but his lips quirked into a smile. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“like me?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“love you,” he corrected, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“much better,” you murmured against his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair.

the kiss deepened, and for a moment, the video game was completely forgotten. when you finally pulled back, quinn rested his forehead against yours, his eyes soft and full of affection.

“you’re a menace,” he said, his tone teasing.

“and yet, here you are,” you replied, smirking.

“here i am,” he agreed, pulling you closer.

you stayed curled up in his lap, the forgotten game still running on the screen. quinn didn’t seem to care, his focus entirely on you now. eventually, you reached over to grab the controller, holding it out to him.

“want to finish your game?” you offered, though your tone suggested you already knew his answer.

quinn shook his head, taking the controller from you and setting it aside. “nah. i’ve got something better to focus on.”

you grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. “good choice.”

#[ 📁 ] drabble #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fluff #nhl hockey #vancouver canucks

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insidekatmind · 23 hours ago

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Fever-Jobe Bellingham

The fever had hit you again, and you knew that whenever it did, you became incredibly clingy. It wasn’t really your fault, but the warmth that wrapped around you like a heavy blanket always seemed to turn you into an ultra-cuddly version of yourself.

Lying on the couch with a blanket draped over you, you glanced at the clock. Jobe would be finishing training soon, and you couldn’t wait for him to get home.

It wasn’t long before you heard the sound of the front door opening.

“Babe? I’m home!” Jobe’s warm, familiar voice called out.

“Jobe…” you whined, trying to sound as miserable (and adorable) as possible.

In an instant, he was by your side, leaning down to take a closer look at you. “Love, you’ve got such a bad fever,” he said, pressing his cool hand against your overheated forehead.

“I know,” you murmured with a pout. “I need you.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips as he sat down next to you, gently pulling you into his arms. “Need me? And what exactly am I supposed to do?”

“Hug me. Cuddle me. Stay here forever,” you replied dramatically, clinging to him as if your life depended on it.

Jobe chuckled, shaking his head, but held you tight, resting his chin on top of your head. “Alright, Miss Clingy. I’m all yours today.”

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you snuggled closer into his embrace. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“And you’re adorable even when you’re sick,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now rest up. I’m not going anywhere.” You sigh happily and cling to him tighter, burying your head in his chest.

Jobe chuckled softly as you clung to him like a koala, burying your head in his chest. He ran a hand over your back, feeling the heat of your fever through your clothes."You're quite the little clingy one when you're sick, aren’t you?" he teased, his voice tender.

You mumbled unintelligible words into his chest as you tried to hold yourself tighter and tighter to him. Jobe chuckled again, enjoying your clinginess more than he would ever admit. He noticed how you were trying to press yourself impossibly closer to him, and he couldn’t help but find the whole situation endearing."Love, I’m not going anywhere, you know," he reassured you, his hand continuing to stroke your back. "You don’t have to cling to me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear"

You look up without moving away from him and look at him with your puppy eyes. “I know, but I need to feel you close to me,” you murmur softly.

Jobe's expression softened as you looked up at him with your puppy eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. He knew that when you were sick, you had a tendency to get a little bit more clingy, and he found it adorable."And you will," he reassured you, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, and I'll stay close to you as long as you want."He shifted his position a little, maneuvering you so that you were sitting on his lap, your body comfortably pressed against his.

You sigh in happiness and cling to him humming happily to sit astride him and caress his neck with your nose. Jobe chuckled softly, enjoying the feeling of having you so close. He could feel your breath on his neck as you nuzzled his skin with your nose.

"You’re being extra affectionate today," he commented, running his hands up and down your back. "Not that I'm complaining."He tilted his head up, exposing more of his neck to you, a silent invitation for you to continue your sweet, albeit clingy, display of affection.

You took his silent invitation and continued your affectionate nuzzling, your nose gently tracing his neck and jawline. You could feel his fingers softly caressing your back, creating a delightful shiver of contentment that ran through your body.

Jobe's voice broke the comfortable silence between you, his words carrying a hint of amusement. "You’re like a tiny, adorable koala, you know that?"You couldn't help but giggle, the comparison tugging at your heartstrings. You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your eyes sparkling with affection.

"Maybe I am," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "But you like it when I cling to you like this, don’t you?"His hands rested on your hips, his fingers gently tracing circles on your sides. "Oh, I definitely do," he admitted, a soft smile gracing his lips. "It's like having my own personal clingy teddy bear."

You smile and kiss all over his face. “I love you Jobe” you say lovingly as you continue to kiss his face and lips. Jobe's heart swelled with love as you showered his face with kisses, each one leaving a trail of affection. "I love you too," he murmured against your lips, returning your kisses with equal fervor.

He pulled you closer, his arms holding you tight as he enjoyed the sensation of your lips on his skin. "You really are the best thing that’s ever happened to me," he said, nuzzling his face against yours.

"And it’s moments like this, when you’re all clingy and cute, that make me fall for you even more," he continued, caressing your cheek tenderly. Jobe captured your lips in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss, savoring the taste and feel of your closeness. "I wouldn’t mind if you were like this more often," he teased, pressing his forehead against yours.

You chuckled, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. "Oh, believe me, I could be this clingy all the time if I wanted to," you replied, a sly grin on your face.Jobe raised an eyebrow, amused by your statement. "Is that so? Sounds like I’m in for a lifetime of koala cuddles then."

You giggled at his words, nodding your head in agreement. "Absolutely," you replied. "You’re stuck with me now, and you better get used to all the hugs and cuddles. I’ll be like your personal, walking, talking heater and cuddler. You’ll never be cold or lonely again."

Jobe chuckled, mock shuddering as if the thought of being constantly smothered with your affection was a burden. "Oh, the horror," he said sarcastically, his eyes filled with affection. "Whatever shall I do, being stuck with a cute, clingy koala forever?"

You poked his chest playfully, a mock glare on your face. "Don't you dare act like you don’t love it," you accused, poking him again.

Jobe caught your hands, holding them captive against his chest. He brought them up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "You’re right, I do love it," he admitted, a smirk on his face. "And I love you, my clingy little koala."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, a warm flutter spreading through your chest. You leaned into him, nuzzling your face against his neck again.

"You’re stuck with me forever, you know," you said, your voice muffled against his skin. "You don’t have a choice. I’m never letting you go."Jobe wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he chuckled at your possessiveness. "Good," he replied, his voice filled with contentment. "Because I don’t ever want to be let go. I’m yours, heart and soul."

A soft smile spread across your lips as you tilted your head to meet his gaze, his warm brown eyes holding yours with so much love it almost took your breath away.

“Promise?” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a hint of vulnerability slipping through.

Jobe leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. “Promise,” he murmured. “Forever and always.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your own, a quiet reassurance that you were right where you belonged. Wrapped in his arms, the world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of love and warmth.

No fever, no distance, no time could ever change that: you were his, and he was yours. Always.

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semisasseater · 2 days ago

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I don’t wanna let you go

Gf! se-mi x Gf! reader

Summary: reader accidentally falls and sprains her ankle while skating :( but luckily her gf is there !!

Tw: reader gets hurt, caregiving, wuh luh wuh, fluff, cuddling, kissing, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: yes this story is about ME. because i do figure skating so everytime i hurt myself ill just go read my own fic easy ALSO i’ve been in such a pissy mood all day it’s NOT even funny i’ve genuinely been so mad today especially at everyone that slightly breathes the same air as me omfg i hate my period so much i’m genuinely tweaking out dude anyways i love my wife gabby yall she’s so amazing

Not proofread!

Word count: 645

The air was crisp inside the skating rink, the sound of your skates gliding across the ice echoing faintly. You had been practicing all morning for your upcoming competition, determined to perfect your routine. Se-mi sat nearby on the bleachers, watching you with an amused but protective eye. She didn’t say much, but the soft smile tugging at her lips spoke volumes��she was proud of you.

You went into another jump, spinning mid-air with precision, but as you landed, a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The landing was off, and you collapsed to the ice with a gasp.

“Y/N!” Se-mi’s voice broke through the sound of your fall.

Within seconds, she was at your side, kneeling on the ice despite the chill. Her hands hovered over you nervously before gently cradling your injured ankle.

“What happened?” she asked, her tone unusually soft for someone known for her sharp demeanor.

“I—I think I sprained it,” you whimpered, wincing as the pain radiated up your leg.

Se-mi frowned, concern etched into her features. “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?” she sighed, shaking her head. “I told you to take breaks, but you never listen.”

“I just wanted to get it right…” you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice.

She sighed again, but this time it was softer, filled with affection. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Before you could protest, Se-mi scooped you up in her arms as if you weighed nothing. “Se-mi, I can walk—”

“No, you can’t,” she interrupted firmly. “And I’m not risking you hurting yourself more. Just let me take care of you.”

You blushed but nodded, resting your head against her shoulder as she carried you out of the rink.

Back at your shared apartment, Se-mi gently set you down on the couch and immediately got to work. She grabbed an ice pack and a bandage, kneeling in front of you as she carefully propped your ankle up on a pillow.

“This is going to sting a little,” she said, pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle. You hissed but stayed still as she tended to you. Her touch was careful, almost tender, as she wrapped your ankle with the bandage.

“There,” she said, tying off the wrap and sitting back to admire her work. “That should help. Now, don’t you dare try to get up without me, understand?”

You smiled softly. “Yes ma’am”

Se-mi smirked at your tone before her expression softened again. She leaned closer, her eyes locking with yours. “Should I kiss it better?” she teased, a playful glint in her gaze.

You giggled, nodding. “Maybe that’ll help”

Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to your bandaged ankle. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that it made your heart flutter.

“Better?” she asked, her lips quirking into a small smile.

“Much better” you said, reaching out to pull her into a hug. She let you, settling beside you on the couch as you buried your face in her neck.

“Thank you my love” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t thank me yet” she said, wrapping her arms around you protectively. “You’re stuck with me until that ankle is healed I’m not letting you push yourself like that again”

You smiled, nuzzling closer. “I guess I don’t mind being spoiled by you”

She chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of her presence melting away the pain in your ankle. You leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, whispering, “I love you se-mi”

“I love you too y/n” she replied, pulling you closer.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of you, tangled in each other’s embrace, a quiet promise of care and love lingering between you.

@semisasseater

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woso-story · 12 hours ago

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Hiking

Alexia Putellas x Reader

The alarm buzzed softly, pulling you from a peaceful slumber. Beside you, Alexia stirred, her golden hair catching the faint morning light that seeped through the curtains. She let out a small groan but smiled as her eyes fluttered open.

“Buenos días,” she said in her husky morning voice, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Ready for our adventure?”

You grinned, already feeling a spark of excitement. It wasn’t every day Alexia had time off from her hectic schedule, and the thought of spending uninterrupted hours together made your heart soar.

By the time you were both dressed and packed, Alexia was humming a tune as she drove you to a trail just outside Barcelona. The drive itself was serene, the city’s bustling energy slowly giving way to the tranquility of the countryside. The sun was just rising, casting a warm, golden glow over the hills ahead. You reached over to place a hand on Alexia’s knee, and she gave it a light squeeze, her smile as radiant as the morning.

The trail began with a gentle incline, the earthy scent of pine and wildflowers filling the air. The hike wasn’t too easy, but it wasn’t overly strenuous either—just enough to challenge you both without dampening the fun. You laughed as Alexia teased you for slipping on a loose pebble, only for her to nearly trip moments later.

“Karma,” you said, grinning, and she nudged your shoulder playfully.

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As the trail wound higher, the conversations flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories, cracking jokes, and falling into bouts of laughter that echoed through the hills. Alexia’s laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how her presence made everything feel lighter.

Finally, you reached the top of the hill, where the view stole your breath. Below, Barcelona sprawled out in all its glory, the Mediterranean Sea glimmering in the distance. The city looked almost surreal from up here, its vibrant energy a stark contrast to the stillness of the moment.

Alexia spread out a blanket, and you both settled down, unpacking the sandwiches, fruits, and snacks you’d brought along. The crisp air added an edge to your appetite, and the simple meal tasted like a feast. Sitting beside Alexia, with the world seemingly at your feet, you felt an overwhelming sense of contentment.

At one point, Alexia took your hand in hers. Her touch was warm and reassuring, grounding you in the moment. She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. The gesture was tender and unhurried, yet it sent a flurry of butterflies through your chest. Your cheeks flushed, and you weren’t even sure why. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, the simplicity of her affection, or just the realization of how deeply you loved her.

“You’re blushing,” Alexia teased, her voice low and amused.

You turned to her, unable to suppress a grin. “Can you blame me? Look at who I’m with.”

Her laughter filled the air again, and she squeezed your hand. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

Your heart swelled at her words. “I’m just glad I get to be with you,” you replied.

Alexia’s gaze softened, and in that moment, everything else faded away. Her life was often a whirlwind of training, matches, interviews, and commitments, but here with you, it all seemed to quiet. You were her anchor, her safe place—a haven where she could let her guard down and just be Alexia.

The two of you lingered there, soaking in the view and each other’s company until the sun began its slow descent. The vibrant hues of orange and pink painted the sky, casting a dreamy glow over the landscape. Alexia rested her head on your shoulder, her hand intertwined with yours as you quietly soaked in the serenity of the moment.

Eventually, as twilight began to settle, you packed up and started your descent. The journey down was marked by a comfortable silence, broken occasionally by quiet laughter or Alexia pointing out little details in the surroundings. A family of rabbits darted across the trail at one point, and Alexia’s delighted gasp made you laugh.

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By evening, you reached the car, pleasantly tired but brimming with happiness. The drive back was illuminated by the city lights coming into view, a stark but beautiful contrast to the day’s natural landscapes.

As Alexia drove back to your apartment, her hand found yours once more. At a red light, she turned to you, her eyes shining with affection. She brought your hand to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to its back.

“Thank you for today,” she said softly.

You smiled back, your heart full. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

Her grin widened, and she gave your hand another squeeze before the light turned green. The drive home was quiet but comfortable, the kind of silence that spoke of a deep connection. When you finally reached your shared apartment, Alexia wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you made your way inside.

The evening unfolded in a blissful haze. You both took turns showering, the warm water washing away the day’s exertions. Afterward, Alexia pulled you onto the couch, a blanket draped over both of you as you shared a bowl of popcorn and watched a favorite movie. Her laughter and commentary were more entertaining than the film itself, and you found yourself watching her more than the screen.

As the night deepened, Alexia’s head rested against yours, her breaths growing slower and more even. You gently brushed a kiss to her temple, whispering a soft “I love you” before turning off the TV. Helping her to bed, you tucked her in before sliding in beside her. She stirred slightly, her hand finding yours even in her half-asleep state.

“Goodnight, mi amor,” she murmured, her voice soft and content.

“Goodnight, Lex,” you replied, your heart full as you drifted off beside her. It had been a perfect day, and as sleep claimed you, you knew you’d cherish the memory forever.

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bamgyuuuri · 2 days ago

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hiii! can you please write smth about the reader loving soobin's sweaters and keeps wearing them?

are you taking anons? can I please be 🐰 anon?

⤷ sweater weather ┈ csb.

pairings and tags. boyfriend!soobin x reader . established relationship . fluff . soobin is basically whipped for reader . domestic fluff . affectionate teasing . soft intimacy

word count. 1.0k

short note … AAA thank you for this delicious req omg,, and yes, of course you can be 🐰 anon! hello!!! <3 i hope this is to your liking ><

you loved soobin's sweaters so damn much.

it wasn’t just the warmth they provided, though that was certainly a bonus. it was the way they made you feel—like you were wrapped in something safe and comforting, like his presence was surrounding you even when he wasn’t there.

there was something so undeniably soothing about slipping on one of his oversized sweaters, as though it was made for you to feel the exact comfort you craved. maybe it was the way the fabric molded to your body in all the right ways, or maybe it was the scent. his scent. a mix of his cologne, the subtle sweetness of coffee, and something deeper—something uniquely soobin. every time you breathed it in, it felt like a little piece of him was wrapped around you, making you feel like you were never really far from him.

whenever you visited his place, it became something of a ritual. you'd walk through his front door, and instantly, you’d be enveloped by the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint, comforting smell of something sweet—likely from the kitchen, where soobin was either baking or preparing something for the both of you.

it was like his home was a place where time slowed down, where the chaos of the world didn’t exist. your eyes would immediately search for his closet in the corner of the room. the very sight of it was like discovering hidden treasure. every time, you felt like you were stepping into a secret world, where his clothes were yours to borrow and even take, and that small act felt almost like a love language of its own.

you’d walk straight to it, running your fingers over the soft fabrics until you found exactly what you were looking for—a sweater that would make you feel at home. it was always the same; his sweaters were oversized, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands, the neckline wide and warm, the fabric rich with the memories of him.

without missing a beat, you’d pull it over your head, the softness of it immediately surrounding you like a gentle embrace. you’d stand there for a moment, letting it sink in, the feeling of being wrapped in his warmth, the softness of his scent still lingering on the fabric.

then, you’d walk into the living room to find soobin, his eyes always lighting up whenever he sees you. no matter how many times he’d seen you wearing his sweaters, the sight still seemed to captivate him every time. he’d pause whatever he was doing, usually with a book or his laptop, and give you that look—one that made your heart flutter, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

"again?" he’d ask, voice filled with that familiar warmth and amusement, though his eyes were soft, the affection in them unmistakable.

you’d smile at him, twirling slowly to show him how the sweater draped perfectly around you, and tease him with a playful grin. “you’re just too stylish, binnie. i can’t help myself.”

he’d laugh, shaking his head as his gaze softened even more. "i know. it suits you too well. i might need to start locking my closet."

but you both knew it wasn’t just about the clothes. there was something special about wearing his sweaters—it was as if his presence was intertwined with every fiber. it wasn’t uncommon for soobin to notice that one of his favorite sweaters was missing after you left. at first, he’d search his closet, his brow furrowing slightly, wondering if he’d misplaced it, or if maybe it had slipped behind the other clothes. he'd take a deep breath, running his fingers over the neatly folded clothes, but something always felt off. his favorite sweater, the one he’d worn just the day before, the one he’d shared with you on the couch, wasn’t there. a small, frustrated sigh would escape him as he thought to himself, where did it go?

but after a moment, a small smile would tug at soobin’s lips, and he’d shake his head. why was he even confused? it was always the same. he knew exactly where his sweaters had gone—they’d be with you. without fail, they always ended up on your shoulders, hanging loosely as you made your way back home.

"i think you’ve taken my favorite one again," he’d tease you once, his voice playful but there was something in the way his eyes lingered on you that made it clear he didn’t mind one bit.

you’d laugh, offering soobin that signature grin that always melted him. "well, you know," you'd say, shrugging in that casual way, "it looks better on me anyway."

soobin would chuckle softly, shaking his head, knowing you were probably right. even if you’d taken any of his sweaters yet again, it never really bothered him. if anything, he loved it.

it wasn’t long before the scent of you became almost permanent in his sweaters. sometimes, when he was alone in his room, he’d reach for one of the now returned sweaters, the one you’d worn just a few days ago, and bury his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, catching that familiar trace of you. and for a moment, he could pretend you were there, curled up next to him, watching a movie or reading together. it was his way of holding onto you, of staying close to you even when you weren’t physically there.

and though he’d never admit it, soobin had come to look forward to those small, sweet moments—when he’d find another of his sweaters missing, only to know exactly where it had gone.

sometimes, he’d even find himself getting a little excited when he noticed one of them gone again. because he knew that when you came back, you’d always be wearing the fabric again, just like you always did, and it was a feeling he never wanted to give up.

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prime-adeptus · 3 days ago

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Pretty in White

Jin can be good at surprises.

PAIRING.⠀Kamurai Jin x Reader

CONTENT.⠀female reader | crushes, flirting (kinda...), fluff, they have a wedding-themed photo shoot | ~0,5k words

A/N.⠀I.....he......I saw this card for the first time just now and it launched me into the orbit WTF!!!!!!!!!

available on AO3 | reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

“You know, I didn’t expect you to actually agree to this,” you speak up nervously, smoothing down the ruffles of your gown. “I thought you’d say it was a stupid assignment or something.”

“It is a stupid assignment,” Jin replies easily as he adjusts the tie around his neck. “What class is this for anyway?”

“It’s for a photography competition. I, um, owe someone in Hotarubi a favour, remember?” It feels awkward, standing so close to him that your hands are brushing against each other. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, heat rising to the tips of your ears as you try to keep your composure, though your stiffness says so otherwise. “Thanks again for doing this, by the way. Sorry to bother you.”

“Stop saying that.”

“I’m—”

He shoots you a glare.

“Okay. My bad. Nuh uh, don’t give me that look—I said my bad!”

He’s dressed in a pristine tuxedo, free from any dust or wrinkles. He looks handsome and regal dressed in all white, fitting for his title as the King of Frostheim. His presence seems to make your friends and their classmates tense as well, the scowl on his face a far from welcoming sight. It felt like a miracle seeing the little ‘read’ show up next to your text when you sent him a message, even more so when he replied with a simple where. A photoshoot seems like the very last thing he’d want to do, much less one themed after a wedding.

It was an impulsive decision. Your crush on Jin is relatively well-hidden (or at least that’s what you’d like to think) and though you spend most of your time fantasising, there was an urge to call for him this morning. Without thinking much, you did, and here you are now. Dressed in wedding attire with the man who stole your heart without warning. The worst part is that he doesn’t seem to have a single clue how much this is affecting you.

Why did I do this to myself?!

“Okay, so just face each other. Stand a little closer, please,” comes the voice of your friend as she readies the camera, lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Perfect. Lights, please.”

“Jin?” you whisper. He responds with a grunt. “What made you agree to this?”

His arms loosely wrap around your waist and pull you closer, nonchalantly resting his hands on your hips as you stare into his eyes with flushed cheeks. Shyness creeps into your system and you want to look away but you can’t, entranced by his stone-cold gaze.

“You know why?”

“…Why?”

He leans in dangerously close, lips barely an inch away from yours. “Maybe I just wanted to see you in a wedding dress myself.”

The shutter goes off.

“Perfect! Good job, everyone. Thank you all!”

Even as the camera crew are packing up, Jin never lets go, peering down at you with the ghost of an amused smile on his face. You’re frozen in place, lips parted in shock as every possible word you know slips out of your mind, completely gobsmacked by him.

You laugh sheepishly. “D-Don’t say things like that, Captain. It might give people the wrong idea.”

“Sounds right to me.” He pulls back a little, allowing you some space to breathe. “Come see me after you’re finished. You haven’t come over in a while.”

Is this man trying to kill you?!

“Y-Yeah. Okay, sure,” you agree meekly. “I’ll come over.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

God, he is trying to kill you!

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✞⛧Lunar Bonds (Abby x Reader)✞⛧

Warnings: Themes of transformation (werewolf AU), Brief descriptions of pain during transformation, intimate moments (NSFW content, 18+ around the end)

Word Count: 6.2k

Last draft y’all

You’re lying in Abby’s dorm room, the space cozy and familiar now. The walls, plastered with posters of old rugby teams and a few weathered photographs, make it feel like home. You’re stretched out on her bed, the warmth of her body against yours grounding you in the most intimate way. Abby’s lying on your stomach, face-up, her back pressed against you as she reads through a textbook for one of her classes. You can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, the beat of her heart thumping softly beneath your palm as you rest your hand on her side.

Her golden-blonde hair is tied back into a loose ponytail, but a few strands have escaped, falling over her forehead. You can’t help but brush those stray strands back gently, fingers skimming her soft skin. The texture of her hair is thick and silky beneath your fingers, the color so familiar to you now. It’s a simple thing, but it feels intimate, the small act of tending to her, of being close in this way. Abby’s always been the kind of person who carries herself with purpose—always strong, always confident. But here, with her head resting on your stomach, she’s different. She’s calm. Vulnerable in her own quiet way. And you love it.

You watch her as she flips through the pages of her textbook, her sharp blue eyes focused with laser intensity. It’s clear she’s absorbed in her studies, not even noticing the way your fingertips trace lazy patterns across the side of her face, memorizing every detail. The way her jawline is so sharply defined, the soft dusting of freckles on her sun-kissed skin. You love her face, every inch of it. There’s a concentration in her eyes that never wavers, like nothing else in the world matters except the words on the page in front of her. It’s endearing, and it makes you smile without realizing it.

But as much as you enjoy watching her, the silence is starting to weigh on you. The quiet rustling of pages, the occasional deep breath Abby takes when she hits a particularly hard paragraph—it’s all so still. And you? You’re growing restless. You want to get her attention, want her to focus on something other than her book, just for a little while.

You pull your hand away from her hair, a mischievous thought entering your mind. With a grin, you gently tug on one of the strands of her ponytail, just enough to make her feel the pull. Abby doesn’t jump or react like you expect. Instead, she gives a small sigh and rolls her eyes, clearly aware of your antics but not giving in just yet. The corners of her lips twitch upward, a subtle sign that she’s amused, but she doesn’t look up from her textbook.

“Abby,” you murmur playfully, running your fingers through her hair again, this time a bit firmer. “I thought you’d rather be hanging out with your girlfriend than burying yourself in that damn textbook.”

The words are lighthearted, teasing, but there’s a hint of something deeper—an invitation to share a moment with you instead of the work she’s so intent on. You wait for her to react, holding your breath, wondering if she’ll finally pull herself away from her studies. You know she’s driven, sometimes to a fault. She has this singular focus that can be both impressive and, well, a little annoying when you just want her attention.

She tilts her head back slightly, her gaze lifting to meet yours, though her eyes don’t leave the page entirely. Her expression is a mixture of annoyance and affection—classic Abby. The smirk on her lips says she’s well aware of your teasing, but she’s not going to let it distract her just yet.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she says, her voice low, just above a murmur. It’s the same tone she uses when she’s half-amused, half-annoyed, the one that always makes your stomach flip with a mixture of warmth and affection. “You’re lucky I’m even paying attention to you at all.”

You snort, and her lips twitch again, though she doesn’t put the book down. You can’t help but laugh a little at her determination. She’s like this, always pushing through, always focused on whatever she’s committed to at that moment. It’s one of the things you admire most about her. But right now, you’re a little selfish. You want her eyes on you, her full attention. And maybe you’ll have to work for it.

“You always say that, but I’m starting to think you just pretend to love me,” you tease, pulling a little harder on her ponytail this time, just enough to make her shift slightly. “I mean, come on, you’d rather read than spend time with your super cute girlfriend. I’m starting to feel a little neglected here.”

Abby lets out a sharp huff of laughter, finally looking up at you with a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re a lot of work, you know that?”

“Am I?” You raise an eyebrow, meeting her gaze. “You’re the one who chose me. I’m just… charming.”

“Charming, huh?” She quirks an eyebrow, her lips pulling into a smirk. “I think ‘distracting’ is a more accurate word.”

Before you can respond, Abby shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. Her blue eyes lock with yours, a quiet, affectionate energy in her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she says, the rare apology coming with a softness you don’t always get to see. “I didn’t mean to make you feel… second place. It’s just that this test is really important.”

You smile, your heart warming at her sincerity, even though you know she’s still trying to balance her studies with her relationship. It’s that balancing act that often has her so consumed. But you understand. You really do.

“No need to apologize,” you say softly, brushing your hand through her hair again. You lean down and kiss the top of her head, breathing her in. She smells faintly of shampoo, clean and fresh, with a hint of something more earthy from being outside. “I just miss you sometimes when you get this serious.”

Abby’s gaze softens, and she places a hand over yours on her hair, her fingers gently squeezing yours. “I know. I’ll make it up to you when I’m done, okay?”

You nod, feeling content. As much as you wanted her attention right now, it was always like this with Abby. She balanced everything—her responsibilities, her dedication to her goals, and you. It wasn’t easy for her, but you knew she was trying. And that was all you could ask for.

“Sounds good,” you murmur, slipping into a comfortable silence again, the only sounds now the faint rustling of pages and the soft, steady rhythm of Abby’s breathing.

You shift slightly, your body settling against her as you return to just watching her study, your hand resting lazily in her hair. There’s something peaceful about this moment, something that makes you feel more connected to her than anything else could. Even if she’s lost in her book, she’s still here, with you.

——

The full moon is creeping closer, and you can feel the shift in Abby. It’s subtle at first, a slight tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes dart nervously when she thinks you’re not looking. But you notice everything about her. You always have. You’ve been with her long enough to see the small signs—how she starts pacing a little more, or how her hands shake just slightly when she’s reaching for something. You know what’s coming, and she does too. The full moon means Abby’s monthly shift, and no matter how many times it’s happened, she can never quite get used to it.

It’s not like she can control it. Not fully. The wolf inside her demands to be let out, and she has no say in the matter. Not once the moon is high enough in the sky. But Abby’s different now. You’re different now. And you’re here, as always, to help her through it.

She’s in her dorm room, the walls bare except for a few photos and posters of places she’s dreamed of visiting, and the room smells faintly of her—the combination of shampoo, sweat from a workout earlier in the day, and the fresh, crisp air that follows her wherever she goes. She’s moving about the room now, pushing the desk against the far wall, moving chairs out of the way with a kind of force that betrays her anxiety.

You’re sitting on the edge of her bed, watching her work. It’s a routine at this point, something you’ve done together for months now. There’s a certain quietness to the preparations, a shared understanding between the two of you. Abby never likes to admit it, but she’s nervous. The shift always hurts—always feels like her body is betraying her, stretching and cracking and reshaping into something far larger, far more wild. But it’s worse when she’s alone, when she doesn’t have you here to help her through it.

You stand up, walking over to her, and place a gentle hand on her shoulder. She tenses, but then relaxes under your touch, leaning into you just for a moment before returning to the task at hand.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your voice low, comforting.

Abby looks over her shoulder at you, her expression guarded but softened by the concern she doesn’t voice. She gives a small nod, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—something that tells you more than words ever could.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, but you can hear the uncertainty in her voice. It’s not that she doesn’t trust you; it’s that she’s not sure she can trust herself during the shift. She’s still learning, still trying to control the wolf inside her, and every full moon reminds her how much she’s at its mercy.

You walk over to the small window in the corner of the room, the light from the fading sun spilling through the curtains. The moon will rise soon, and Abby will have no choice but to give in to it. But for now, there’s still time. Time for both of you to prepare, time for her to breathe, to feel a little less out of control.

The two of you work quietly, moving furniture and clearing space. You take the bed apart, stacking the pillows and blankets in a corner. Abby always insists on making sure there’s enough space for her to move around when she shifts. She doesn’t want to risk breaking anything, or worse—hurting herself or you.

As you adjust the last piece of furniture, you catch Abby glancing over at you. She’s standing near the far wall now, her arms crossed, but there’s something in her eyes that’s different now. She’s looking at you like you’re her anchor, her tether to reality in a moment when everything else will slip away from her.

“You don’t have to do this,” she says quietly. “I can handle it.”

You raise an eyebrow, walking over to her. You know she’s trying to be brave, trying to convince herself that she’s fine. But the truth is, Abby’s never fine on the night of a full moon. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s scared. Not of the monster she thinks that’s inside her, but of losing herself to it. Of hurting someone she loves, of breaking everything she’s worked to build.

“I know you can handle it,” you reply softly. “But I want to be here. I don’t want you to go through it alone.”

She meets your gaze, and for a moment, the world feels still. She’s so strong—always so strong—but here, now, in the quiet of her dorm room, you see the vulnerability she keeps hidden so carefully behind walls of steel. You want to reassure her, but you know there’s nothing you can say that will make the shift easier. You’ve seen it happen too many times. The way she falls to the floor, her body jerking as her muscles stretch, her bones cracking and reforming.

“Thanks,” she murmurs after a long moment, her voice barely above a whisper. “You always know what I need.”

You nod, reaching out to take her hand in yours. Her fingers are cold, her grip tight but comforting. You squeeze her hand and pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her in a silent promise. You’re here. You’ll always be here, no matter what.

The light outside is dimming now, the last of the sun slipping beneath the horizon. The moon is rising, and you can feel the shift in the air. Abby’s breath hitches, her pulse quickening as the transformation begins to take hold. You can hear her heart beating faster, the change already starting deep inside her.

You help her to the middle of the room, where the floor is clear, and she sits down, her back against the wall. The tension in her shoulders is unbearable, like she’s trying to hold back a storm that’s already begun to break free.

You sit beside her, your hand resting on her back, feeling the heat radiating off her. “It’s going to be okay,” you whisper, though you’re not sure if you’re saying it for her or for yourself. You’re not afraid. Not exactly. But it’s hard to watch her go through the change. It’s hard to see the pain, the rawness, in her eyes when she can’t control it.

Abby’s body trembles, and she lets out a low groan, the transformation beginning in earnest. You watch as her spine arches and her muscles bulge, her breathing shallow and labored as her body starts to change. The sound is awful—cracking, snapping—but you don’t flinch. You don’t look away.

And then, as quickly as it started, it’s over. The room is still again, the air thick with the remnants of her shift. Abby, now in her wolf form, is huge. Her body is covered in thick, silvery-blonde fur, her blue eyes still unmistakably hers, glowing softly in the dim light. She whines, a sound that’s both familiar and foreign, and she looks up at you with a vulnerability you’ve never seen in her before.

You reach out slowly, your fingers brushing through the thick fur along her neck. Abby leans into your touch, her head resting against your knee like a giant, furry puppy. The moment is surreal, but somehow, it’s comforting. You can feel her warmth, the softness of her fur against your skin, and you know, deep down, that she’s still Abby. A wolf may have taken over her body, but she’s still in there. She’s still her.

You pet her gently, your fingers moving along the line of her back, soothing the trembling muscles underneath. She’s warm—so much warmer than she normally is—and despite the size and power of her wolf form, there’s something incredibly peaceful about this moment. The world outside is gone, replaced by the quiet of Abby’s dorm room and the soft rhythm of her breathing.

It’s not perfect. Nothing ever is. But in this moment, there’s nothing but the two of you. Abby’s head rests against your leg, and you run your hand over her fur, feeling the rise and fall of her chest. Her wolf form is fierce, wild, but with you, she’s safe. She’s at peace.

You lean down, pressing your cheek to her fur, letting the night slip away as the two of you settle into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

—-

The light filtering through the curtains is soft, the early morning sun still lazy, casting a warm glow across the room. You’ve always loved this quiet time—when everything is still, and the world outside hasn’t yet caught up to the reality of the day. But in Abby’s dorm room, the morning always feels different. It’s a moment when the chaos of the night before—her shift, the fear, the primal force of it all—has faded, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet comfort of being together.

Abby is lying next to you, curled up on her side, still in the tangled mess of blankets from the night before. Her breathing is slow and even, the gentle rise and fall of her chest reassuring. She’s peaceful now, her transformation over, but there’s still a trace of the wolf in her posture. Her body is relaxed, but there’s a faint tension in her muscles—like she’s still recovering from the strain of the shift.

You watch her for a moment, your eyes tracing the curve of her back, the way the sheets pool around her. She’s so… still. And it’s in these quiet moments, when Abby is soft and vulnerable, that your heart catches in your chest. She’s so strong, so full of fire and grit, but here—like this—she’s a different version of herself. She’s human. She’s yours.

A soft chuckle escapes you as you take in the sight of her. Abby’s face is pressed into the pillow, her blonde hair tangled in wild strands around her head. And then there’s the drool—just a little, but enough to make you smile. You reach over, your fingers grazing the pillow as you gently wipe away the small trail of saliva that’s left behind.

She’s so unguarded when she sleeps, when she’s not the fierce, unstoppable force she is during the full moon. It’s these moments, when she’s at her most vulnerable, that you can’t help but fall a little bit more for her. You can’t resist the pull, the tenderness in these small details. The way she looks now, peaceful and utterly unaware of your adoration, is a contrast to the intense, untamed energy she holds when she’s awake.

You press a kiss to her forehead, soft, lingering. You don’t expect her to wake up, not yet. She’s always so deep in sleep after the shift—like she’s recovering from something more than just a physical transformation. But as you pull back, you can’t help but smile. There’s something so… cute about her in these moments. The kind of cute that makes your heart squeeze and your breath hitch.

She stirs slightly, a faint grunt leaving her lips as she shifts just enough to roll onto her back. Her chest rises and falls more deeply now, the motion so slow and languid. You watch her, your fingers still brushing through her hair, feeling the softness of it between your fingers.

You can’t resist. You bend down again, pressing a kiss to her lips this time. It’s gentle at first—just a brush of your lips against hers—but then, you pull back slightly and see her eyes flicker open. She blinks a few times, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her like a fog. She groans, rubbing her face with her hand as if trying to shake off the weight of the night.

“What time is it?” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep and still laced with the softness of her wolf form. The way she sounds when she wakes up always makes you smile. There’s no mask here. No guard. Just Abby, raw and unfiltered. It’s endearing.

You laugh quietly, your fingers lingering on her shoulder as you sit up a little more. “It’s too early for you to be worrying about time,” you tease softly. The way you say it is lighthearted, playful, and it draws another sleepy chuckle from her.

Abby blinks at you again, her eyelids heavy with the remnants of sleep. You love how she looks right now—vulnerable, unguarded, and soft in a way you don’t often get to see. Her blue eyes are still a little glassy from the night before, but the tenderness in her gaze when she looks at you is unmistakable. You know she’s still adjusting to the world around her, and that includes moments like this—when the weight of the full moon is behind her, and she’s just… Abby again.

She shifts slightly, sitting up with a quiet groan, the blankets falling away to reveal her bare skin. Her body is still warm from the transformation, the muscle tone you’ve come to know so well soft and still a little tender from the shift. But the real beauty of her is in the way she looks at you as she stretches, her arms reaching above her head before she lets out another yawn.

You can’t help but smile. There’s something so human about these moments—so utterly ordinary, and yet so entirely perfect. The way she stumbles over her words when she’s half asleep, the way she rubs her face and shifts around like she’s still trying to find her bearings. It’s the way she’s completely herself in a way you don’t think she’s ever allowed anyone to see before. And you treasure it, all of it.

“I feel like I was run over by a truck,” Abby mutters, her voice still rough with sleep. She looks over at you, and the playful glint in her eyes is enough to make your heart flutter.

You grin, leaning over to press another kiss to her lips. This time, it’s longer—lingering, slow—and you can feel her responding to it before she even fully wakes. She lets out a small sigh, and the moment stretches between you, filled with warmth and the quiet intimacy you’ve come to cherish.

Abby sighs, the sound more content than frustrated, and turns toward you, her head resting on your shoulder as she settles back down into the sheets. Her breath is warm against your skin, the softness of her body a welcome contrast to the tension that still lingers in her muscles. You can’t help but smile, even as you feel the weight of her head against you, the weight of the night’s exhaustion still pulling at her.

“Five more minutes,” she mutters, her words muffled as she drifts off again. The soft rhythm of her breathing fills the silence, and you can’t help but laugh softly. You know she won’t sleep for much longer. She never does, once she’s had a moment to gather herself.

You stay there for a while, watching her, the quiet comfort of the morning wrapping around you both. The tension of the night before is gone now, replaced by a kind of peace. Abby is still Abby, no matter what form she’s in.

And as the minutes pass, and the room grows quieter, you find yourself wishing that time could stand still. Wishing that this moment, just the two of you in her dorm room, could last forever.

—-

The soft hum of the Xbox filled the room, the distant crackle of gunfire and explosions from the TV blending into the background. Abby was leaned forward on the couch, controller in hand, her focus laser-sharp as she navigated the virtual battlefield. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her lips pressed into a thin line as she muttered curses under her breath. You sat behind her, legs tucked under you, your fingers idly playing with the ends of her blonde braid. It was a quiet evening, the kind that felt comfortable and familiar, but there was something about the way she was so absorbed in the game that made you feel… lonely.

You leaned forward, your breath brushing against her ear as you whispered, “Abby, baby… I’m lonely.” The words were playful, but there was a hint of longing in your voice that made her pause. Her character on the screen stood still for a moment, and you could almost hear the gears turning in her head as she processed your words. Then, with a soft beep, she set the controller down and turned to face you.

Her bright blue eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a flicker of amusement in her gaze. “Lonely, huh?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a smile. Without another word, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was tender at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s mouths, but it didn’t take long for the heat to build. Her tongue brushed against yours, and you let out a soft moan as her hands found your waist, pulling you closer.

Her lips trailed down your throat, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Her hands slid up under your shirt, her fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made you shiver. She pulled back just long enough to tug the shirt over your head, and then her hands were on your bra, deftly unhooking it and tossing it aside. Her mouth found yours again, her tongue tangling with yours as her hands explored your body, palming your breasts and teasing your nipples until they were hard and aching.

You gasped as she pushed you back onto the couch, her lips moving down the valley between your breasts. She murmured soft praise as she kissed her way lower, her hands working to remove your pants and panties. “God, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. Her mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of heated kisses on your skin until she reached the apex of your thighs.

The first touch of her tongue against your cunt had you arching off the couch, a moan tumbling from your lips. Her hands flew to your hips, holding you down as she began to eat you out with a fervor that left you breathless. Her tongue swirled around your clit, licking and sucking with a rhythm that had you seeing stars. The wet noises filled the room, mingling with your moans and whimpers as your hips began to grind against her face.

“Abby,” you gasped, your hands tangling in her hair. “Oh god, yes.” Her fingers joined in, gently pumping into you as her tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The dual sensation of her fingers curling inside you and her tongue flicking against your sensitive bud was almost too much to bear. You squirmed beneath her, your body trembling as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” she murmured, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in. Her fingers moved in time with the swipes of her tongue, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure building, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she worked you over. And then, with a final, desperate moan of her name, you came apart, your body arching off the couch as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, Abby pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her face. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire as she looked up at you. But before either of you could say anything, your gaze landed on her ears—now sharp and wolf-like—and the fluffy tail that had appeared behind her.

“Abby,” you panted, pointing at her ears. “Why… why are you like that?”

She reached up to touch her ears, her brows furrowing in confusion. “I… that’s never happened before,” she murmured, a hint of frustration in her voice as she huffed. But you couldn’t help but notice the way her tail wagged slightly against the couch, betraying her true feelings.

“It’s kinda cute,” you murmured, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“Shut up,” Abby muttered, but her tail thumped harder against the couch, a clear sign that she didn’t entirely disagree.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against the soft fur of her ears. She shivered at the touch, her eyes closing for a moment as she leaned into your hand. “Abby,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder, “what’s going on?”

She opened her eyes, meeting your gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and something else—something that looked a lot like hunger. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice low and rough.

Abby’s gaze darkened, the hunger in her eyes growing more intense. Her tail thumped harder against the couch, and before you could process what was happening, her hands—now tipped with sharp, yet oddly alluring claws—gripped your waist firmly. She pulled you up from the couch with an effortless strength that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Abby,” you gasped, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured, her voice rough and low, her breath hot against your ear. Her claws pricked slightly against your skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of the power she held. She lifted you easily, carrying you toward her bedroom, her steps deliberate and sure. The way she moved—fluid, predatory, yet undeniably gentle—made your heart race.

When she reached the bed, she set you down with care, her hands lingering on your hips as she climbed over you. Her wolf ears twitched, and her tail swished behind her, brushing against your leg. Her eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Then she kissed you—hard, desperate, and full of need. Her lips crushed against yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth with a hunger that made you moan into her.

Your hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently at the soft strands as she deepened the kiss. She pulled back only to kiss you again, and again, each one more urgent than the last. Her claws traced lightly down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as she kissed you until you were dizzy, until you thought you might pass out from the lack of air.

Finally, she broke away, her chest heaving as she stared down at you. Her eyes were wild, her lips swollen from the force of her kisses. Without a word, she stood, her hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. She shoved them down, along with her boxers, kicking them to the side with a swift motion. Her shirt followed, tossed carelessly onto the floor, leaving her in nothing but her sports bra.

You couldn’t help but stare. Her body was a masterpiece—muscular and strong, yet undeniably feminine. The faint scars that marked her skin only added to her allure, telling stories of a life lived fiercely and unapologetically. Her wolf ears twitched again, and her tail swayed lazily behind her as she climbed back onto the bed.

She positioned herself above you, her thighs straddling your hips, her body hovering just inches above yours. Her hands braced on either side of your head as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice rough with desire.

Her hips shifted, and you felt the heat of her cunt press against yours. She ground down slowly, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your hands gripped her hips, urging her to move faster, but she took her time, savoring every second. Her breath hitched as she rocked against you, her tail swishing in time with her movements.

“Abby,” you moaned, your voice trembling as the pleasure built inside you.

Her lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as she continued to move against you. The heat between you grew, the slickness of her cunt mingling with yours as she pressed harder, faster. Her claws dug slightly into the mattress as she lost herself in the rhythm, her kisses growing more desperate, more needy.

You could feel her trembling above you, her body taut with tension as she neared the edge. Her hips moved erratically, the friction between you almost unbearable in its intensity. Your own body was coiled tightly, every nerve on fire as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

“Come with me,” she growled against your lips, her voice raw and commanding.

And you did. The pleasure exploded inside you, white-hot and all-consuming, as you cried out her name. She followed seconds later, her body jerking as she came, her claws tearing through the sheets as she clung to the last shreds of control. Her tail thrashed wildly, and her wolf ears flattened against her head as she collapsed onto you, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, you lay there, tangled together, the only sound in the room the rapid beating of your hearts. Her claws retracted slowly, leaving small indentations in the mattress, and her tail curled around your leg as she nuzzled into your neck.

Abby stirred slightly, still lying half on top of you, her face pressed against your neck. Her body was heavy and warm, radiating the same heat you’d come to expect after her shifts. Her soft sighs tickled your skin, her tail twitching occasionally as her breathing slowed. The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the Xbox still running in the background.

You ran your fingers gently through her blonde hair, your touch light and soothing as you traced small patterns on the back of her neck. Her wolf ears twitched under your fingers, flicking slightly as you brushed against them. You smiled, unable to resist the urge to stroke the soft fur.

She let out a low hum of contentment, her body melting further into yours. “Mmm,” she murmured sleepily. “That feels good.”

“Good,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You deserve it.”

Abby shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at you. Her blue eyes were soft, a little tired, but filled with something tender and unspoken. She reached up, her fingers brushing against your cheek as she cupped your face.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice low and rough from exertion.

You nodded, your hand coming up to rest over hers. “I’m perfect. What about you?”

Her lips twitched into a small smile. “I’m good,” she said softly. “A little… worn out, maybe.” She glanced at her hands, flexing her fingers as if she were still trying to get used to the claws that had appeared earlier. They were gone now, her hands once again human, but the memory of them lingered. “Sorry if I scared you earlier.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured her, your voice gentle. “It was surprising, sure, but… it’s you, Abby. All of you. I’m not scared of that.”

Her eyes softened even further, and she leaned down to press a slow, tender kiss to your lips. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured against your mouth, her voice laced with gratitude and something deeper.

“Not possible,” you teased, brushing your thumb over her cheek.

She chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating through your chest where her body still pressed against yours. Then, with a small grunt, she pushed herself up and off of you, sitting back on her knees. Her tail swished lazily behind her, brushing against the sheets as she reached for the discarded blankets at the foot of the bed.

“Let me clean you up,” she said softly, her voice filled with care. She reached for a nearby towel, her movements slow and deliberate as she gently wiped away the mess between your thighs. Her touch was tender, reverent, as if she were afraid of hurting you.

You watched her, your heart swelling at the sight of her so focused on taking care of you. “Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Abby glanced up at you, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Always,” she said simply.

Once she was done, she set the towel aside and pulled the blankets up around you, tucking them in carefully. Then she slid back into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close. Her body was warm, her scent comforting as you nestled into her embrace.

Her hand trailed up and down your back in soothing strokes, and you felt yourself relax further against her. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice quiet but firm.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing small circles on her arm.

The two of you lay there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. Abby’s breathing grew slow and steady, her body completely at ease against yours. Her tail occasionally flicked, brushing against your leg, and you couldn’t help but smile at the reminder of this new part of her.

“Your tail’s kind of cute, you know,” you teased softly, your voice filled with affection.

Abby huffed, burying her face in your neck. “Don’t start,” she muttered, but the way her tail wagged betrayed her embarrassment.

You laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re cute,” you murmured, your voice filled with love.

She sighed contentedly, her arms tightening around you. “Only for you,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

The two of you stayed like that, tangled together in the quiet aftermath of the night, the warmth of each other’s presence more than enough to chase away any lingering worries. For now, in this moment, everything was perfect.

@p3arlier

#abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x you #abby x reader #abby imagines #abby headcanons #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #the last of us x you #the last of us x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us

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rowdyluv · 2 days ago

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connor! #1! Her/She

connor always needing his gf to day i love you when one of them leaves and he definitely pouts if she doesn’t

prompt: “i love you.” ‘I know.’ “say it back.”

warnings: none

Connor set his duffle bag down by the door with a gentle thud, the sound echoing through the quiet kitchen. The morning light danced playfully through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. He took a few steps back and approached Y/n, who was perched on the counter, sipping her coffee with an air of lazy contentment. Her legs dangled freely, her bare feet tapped a soft rhythm on the wooden cabinets under her. She looked up from her steaming mug, her eyes meeting his.

With a playful smirk, Connor stepped between her legs, his hands finding her waist as he gently tugged her closer. The counter's coolness contrasted with the warmth of his touch. He leaned in, his breath brushing against her cheek, and whispered, "You know what else you're supposed to do?" Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a sip, the warm liquid leaving a trail of heat down her throat. "What's that?" she challenged, her voice a mix of curiosity and feigned innocence.

Connor's frown morphed into a grin. "You're supposed to kiss me goodbye," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached for her mug, placing it aside and quickly returning his hand back to her waist. His thumbs traced lazy circles. Y/n leaned in, closing the distance between them, and their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

As they pulled apart, she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hoisted her off the counter with ease, the cold wooden floor a shock when her toes first touched. Connor's arms tightened around her, and she could feel his muscles flex with the effort. He let out a little sigh letting go of her.

"I don't want to leave you again," Connor murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "I love you, Y/n." She could see the depth of his feelings reflected in the blue pools. He began backing away from her, knowing after many times if he doesn’t he’ll be late.

“I know.” She smiled, her answer was a tease. A way to rile him up. Bring him back to her. She didn’t want him to leave just yet either. He just got home two nights ago. But it’s just the way it was, she understood that.

Connor stopped in his tracks a frown on his face. “I said I love you.” He reiterated.

“I know, and I said I know you do.” She giggles. Connor isn’t amused, wanting to be reassured she loves him too. In a second he’s back in her personal space nuzzling her neck.

“Y/n, baby. You’re supposed to say it back.” He whines.

Her giggles die down and she tilts her head to look at him, her eyes shining with affection. "I do, Connor, I do. I love you too." She whispers the words, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

#cay chats✿#cay writes #rowdyluvs 600 celly #connor bedard #cb98 #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard x y/n #connor bedard x you

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hansmic · 3 days ago

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passenger princess

han jisung x fem! reader

summary: being jisung’s passenger comes with plenty of entertainment, whether it’s listening to his corny jokes or his sweet words.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 539

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As Han drives, he can't help but glance over at you from time to time, a soft smile playing on his lips. He takes every opportunity to reach over and hold your hand, tracing small circles with his thumb. And when he's not holding your hand, he's teasingly nudging you with his elbow, making you laugh and blush. Every now and then, he'll lean over to give you a quick peck on the cheek, just to remind you how much he cares.

"You know, you're lucky I'm letting you in my car," Han says with a playful smirk. "You better not spill anything on my leather seats, or I might just have to leave you at the next rest stop." He winks at you, making it clear he's only joking. But then, he turns the music up and starts singing along, making it impossible for you to hold back your laughter. "Oh my god, you're ridiculous," you say, shaking your head. But then, he leans over and whispers in your ear, "But you love me anyway."

"So, are your parents bakers?" Han asks, his tone serious. "Because you're quite the sweet treat." He grins at you, clearly amused by his cheesy pick-up line. "I can't believe you actually said that," you say, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. "What can I say? I'm a master of the arts of flirting," he says, placing a hand on his heart. "Stick with me, and I'll show you some real romancing."

Han, being the playful and energetic person that he is, starts to sing along to a song playing on the radio. He turns up the volume and starts to dance in his seat, much to your amusement. He reaches over and grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him as he sings the chorus. "Baby, you're my only one, my one and only love," he croons, looking straight into your eyes. You can't help but smile and join in with him, singing along and laughing at his over-the-top theatrics. It's moments like these that make you fall for him even more.

You're laughing so hard at Han's antics that you almost miss the moment when he leans in to kiss you. His lips are gentle but firm, and his hand cups your cheek as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the world around you disappears, and all that matters is the feeling of being in Han's arms. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, grinning cheekily. "Can I help it if you bring out the romantic side of me?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Even in the car, Han can't help but be affectionate with you. He reaches over to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin. "You're so cute" he teases, smiling at the way you blush. He leans in for a quick kiss before he continues driving. When he sees a beautiful sight on the road, he points it out to you, excitedly talking about it. Even in these small moments, you can see how much Han cares for you and wants to share everything with you.

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thanks for reading!

masterlist is here!

#skz #skz han #stray kids han #han jisung x reader #han jisung #han jisung fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #han jisung imagines #han x reader

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isak-dot-gov · 1 day ago

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Class is in session

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Word Count: 840

Summary: Nika teaches you a bit of Croatian.

My Masterlist :)

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It all started as an offhand comment during one of your cozy evenings together. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, munching on popcorn, while Nika stretched out beside you, her legs propped up on your lap.

“I think it’d be cool to learn Croatian,” you said, mostly thinking out loud.

Nika turned her head, giving you a sharp look that was equal parts amused and incredulous. “You? Learn Croatian?” she teased, her lips curling into a smirk. “You can’t even pronounce ‘Mühl’ correctly half the time.”

“Hey!” You swatted her leg. “I’m serious. I think it’d be fun.”

That smirk of hers widened, a glint of mischief sparking in her eyes. “Fun, huh? Alright, ljubavi. If you’re serious, I’ll teach you. But I don’t go easy on my students.”

The next day, Nika was ready. She showed up at your apartment with a small notebook, a pen, and the enthusiasm of a coach preparing for a championship game. “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the floor and patting the space beside her.

You joined her, laughing nervously. “Okay, where do we start, teach’?”

“The basics,” she said, opening the notebook. “Greetings. Numbers. Simple stuff. Ponovi za mnom—repeat after me.”

“Ponovi za mnom,” you echoed.

“Good!” she praised, scribbling in the notebook. “Alright, say this: ‘Dobar dan.’”

“Dobber dan?” you said hesitantly, immediately earning a laugh.

“It’s ‘dobar,’ not ‘dobber,’” she corrected, grinning. “You’re already butchering it.”

“Oh, come on, it’s my first try!” you groaned, but the sight of her laughing made it impossible to be annoyed.

Over the next few days, the lessons continued. Every evening, Nika would sit down with her notebook, patiently teaching you words and phrases. But it didn’t take long for her true intentions to shine through.

On the third day, she leaned back on the couch, her arm casually slung over the backrest. “Okay, try this one: ‘Volim te.’”

You furrowed your brow, concentrating. “Volim te,” you repeated, your pronunciation careful but hesitant.

Nika grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you know what you just said?”

You shook your head. “I have no idea. Should I?”

“It means, ‘I love you,’” she said, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt.

Your face immediately went heated up. “Nika!”

“What?” she said, feigning innocence. “You’re learning useful phrases! And it’s true, so…”

She trailed off, her smirk growing wider as you tried—and failed—to hide your embarrassment by covering your face.

From that point on, her lessons took a decidedly flirty turn. The next day, she taught you phrases like Ti si prelijepa (You are beautiful) and Želim te poljubiti (I want to kiss you), making you repeat each one until your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Why do I feel like you’re just teaching me ways to embarrass myself?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Because I am,” she admitted shamelessly. “But you’re so cute when you’re flustered. It’s worth it.”

By the end of the week, you had a small arsenal of Croatian phrases under your belt, though most of them seemed better suited for a romance novel than everyday conversation. Nika was relentless, always finding ways to make you blush.

One evening, she leaned in close, her lips hovering just beside your ear. “Say this: Ti si ljubav mog života,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety.

“Ti si ljubav mog života,” you repeated, your heart racing.

She pulled back, her grin softening into something more genuine. “It means, ‘You are the love of my life.’”

Your chest tightened, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. “You’re ridiculous,” you finally managed, though the smile on your face betrayed your affection.

The next day, you decided to turn the tables. You spent the afternoon secretly practicing a phrase you’d found online, determined to catch her off guard.

When she arrived that evening, notebook in hand, you met her smirk with a confident grin.

“Alright, ponovi za mnom,” you said, mimicking her usual instruction.

Nika raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Oh, really? Let’s hear it.”

Taking a deep breath, you recited, “Ti si moja omiljena osoba na svijetu.”

For the first time in days, Nika was silent. Her eyes widened, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. “You just said I’m your favorite person in the world,” she murmured, her voice unusually soft.

You nodded, your grin growing. “I did. And I meant it.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, her expression unreadable. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, one that was warmer and more genuine than any of her usual smirks. “You’re good,” she admitted, her voice filled with affection.

Leaning closer, she rested her forehead against yours. “But you know what this means, right?”

“What?”

She smirked again, that mischievous glint returning to her eyes. “I’m going to have to find new ways to make you flustered.”

And with that, she pressed a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you completely speechless—just the way she liked it.

#wbb #wnba basketball #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl

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rueharley · 1 day ago

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"I Love You Too" ~

Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend Reader

~Pure fluff, lots of kissing, and body touching

No plot just fluffy feelings all around (you've been warned)

I lay on mine and Rafes shared bed waiting for him to return home. He texted me twenty minutes ago that he would be back in ten minutes.

Im not the type of girlfriend who'd panick if he were five or ten minutes late, but I do think about him a lot if it does pass the time he mentioned.

I had my head against the soft, plush, pillows on the bed. The pillow smells faintly of his cologne and it's one of my favourite things.

I ran my hand over the bedding I lay on. I used to not believe that I could find such comfort, but I have, and it's so beautiful. However, right now I was mentally distracted by the fact that I had to wait for Rafe.

He was gone all day and we barely even shared a phone conversation. I couldn't wait for him to get home, but when you wait time seems to take that as an invatation to defy as many known laws as possible.

Luckily, a while passed quickly, a surprising thing when all I did was gaze at the ceiling and occasionally around the room as I waited.

I heard footsteps approaching the room and I knew it would be Rafes. As the door swung open I sat up, happy to finally see him.

"hey, baby" his exhausted voice greets me, a relieved smile gracing his face.

"You're back" I say with a smile, watching him closing shut the door and hurling his keys somewhere that will be hard to find.

He walkes over to me before gently encouraging me back so I was laying on the bed, he crawls on top of me.

"well, hi" I say giggling, looking up to his face.

"hey.." He smiles playfully as he adjusted his weight so he was holding his weight up by his forearms, one of his legs between mine.

"you come here often?" I say lightheartedly, with a large smile on my face.

"well, for a matter of fact, I do, yeah," he says lowly, as he looks over my face as if reminding himself of all my features. His gaze on my lips and my eyes was where he lingered the longest.

"God, I missed you.." he mutters, as if for only us two to hear, regardless that we were in an empty house.

"it's only been a day," I say softly, keeping my gaze trained on his icy-blue eyes.

"only a day?.. You used to be the one who couldn't go five minutes without me," he teases, his signature smirk playing on his lips.

The only response I had was a slight huff in protest. Knowing full well that he was right, he is right, nothings changed.

"you don't deny it do you, baby?" he mumbles quietly with an amused tone.

"well.." I begin, attempting to defend myself.

"no, baby, it's fine," he says his voice a bit lower, "I like that you're soft with me in those ways, and that it is only me who gets to have it.."

"of course it's only you who gets to have it, I only want to give it to you" I say genuinely, a small smile on my lips.

"damn straight, you better give me all your love.. All your affection, everything.. Or I might have to take it from you" his voice laced with a mischievous tone.

"you've still got your jacket on," I say his slightly rain-dampened jacket catching my attention.

"hm, doesn't matter, baby," he mumbles as he clearly didn't want the moment interrupted by anything. He didn't even take his passionate gaze off of mine.

"cmon, take it off" I say, causing a slightly unhappy look come into his expression. He didn't want to have the moment broken.

He huffed as he took the jacket off, attempting to not get out of the position or move much. Finally, and with success, he carelessly throws if in the general direction of the floor, he swiftly returned to the same position as before.

"you just trying to distract me, huh?" he says, ever so slightly breathless from the sudden physical demand to take off his jacket.

"distract you from what?" I asked with a smile, completely savouring his slightly breathless tone.

"hm.. You know what, baby" he purrs, as his eyes glanced over my face again.

"no I don't.. Distract you from what?" I say a playful and curious expression taking over my features.

He leans in close to whisper in my ear, "from giving me your love and affection," he spoke, his words tinted with a smile.

He pulled back to look at my face, his face unreadable yet the desire that eminated from him as undeniable.

I giggled at his words, "let me give you my affection then,"

His gaze was on mine, watching and waiting for anything I could be implying.

He slowly moves so he was laying on his back, his hand met with my hips as if to encourage me to come closer to him.

I climbed on him so I was straddling his hips, I rested my hands on his shoulders as I looked down to him, his gaze never leaving mine.

"hm, I like this," he smirked, his hands gripping my hips a bit tighter.

"get your head out the gutter, dirty boy," I say playfully, with a small smile.

"how can I when you're basically on top of me?" his hands ran up from my hips sliding over my waist.

I kept my gaze on his as I rubbed his shoulders. Not needing words to explain the way i felt how much I cherished him.

He was reading my expression, his eyes softening when he noticed how lovingly I was looking at him.

Silence was the loudest sound. The contact of his hands on my waist, the contact of our hips together, the way our gaze was something so strong it was like a physical bond. I loved him so much, In ways I never knew could exist. It almost made it feel pointless to even try to verbally explain it to him, words were going to fail me. How could I string together any combination of words to even begin to tell him how much I love him.

"I love you," I finally say, breaking the silence.

His eyes stay on mine for a moment, saying hundreds of things.

"hm, I love you too, baby," his smooth voice mumbles, his love pouring through each syllable.

I smiled at his response. This moment feeling so vulnerable, so untouchable.

"it doesn't count if you say 'I love you too'" I say playfully, amusement playing on my voice.

"oh, yeah?" he chuckles, mindlessly sliding his hands lower to my hips.

"means you're just agreeing," I continued, I ran my hands down to his abdomen, feeling his toned muscles beneath them.

"hm" he says, in a way that could have been an agreement or something more.

I giggled as I leaned closer to him, keeping our faces about a foot apart.

"so pretty, baby.." he mumbles as if it wasn't necessarily for me to hear.

He ran his hand through my hair, pulling it so it rested over one shoulder. He ran the back of his hand down my neck, in a soft, appreciative manner.

"you didn't ask why I was late back.." he murmured, tone as soft as the atmosphere between us.

"I don't wanna hound you, you're an adult, come back whenever you want," I say, feeling how his hand ran down my neck and his fingers were now tracing along the neckline of my shirt.

"I want you to 'hound' me baby," he says his voice distracted a she continued to trace his finger along the base of my neck.

"okay.." I say, distracted myself. Watching the specific expression he has when he's touching or watching my body. His gaze so full, so focused, as he traced over my collarbone.

His eyes flickered to mine momentarily and I leaned down and kissing his lips.

He reciprocated the kiss immediately, his lips softly moving with mine as he kissed me with the same tenderness that was in his gaze before.

His hands were back on my waist as he continued to hold me there. His body was eager against mine, yet we were still tender and affectionate in the kiss.

I broke the kiss slowly and looked down to him watching his demeanour.

"I love you," he says quietly, his voice slightly gravely from the kiss.

"I love you too," I say, a playful look coming into my face.

A smile instantly met his face, he knew I just copied him from earlier.

"You're a lil' minx" he mutters, unable to actually pretend to be annoyed as he's smiling at me.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks rafe #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x y/n #otb #fluff

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heliosunny · 13 hours ago

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Yandere!Fyodor x Reader x Yandere!Dazai

You never meant to get caught between two devils. Working as an informant in Yokohama, you kept a low profile, selling scraps of intelligence to those who paid well. You were careful—until you made the mistake of crossing paths with Dazai Osamu and Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Your skills caught Dazai’s attention first. He was amused by your sharp mind, your ability to maneuver through the city’s shadows without detection. But it was your kindness, your ability to see past his suicidal jokes and masks—that made him obsess over you.

Then came Fyodor. He saw you as something purer—untainted by the filth of the world, an angel caught in a web of sin. He believed fate had delivered you to him, a soul meant to be saved… or broken until you belonged to him completely.

At first, you didn’t realize you were being watched.

Then, the strange occurrences began:

Anonymous gifts appearing at your doorstep—your favorite book, a dress in your size, a single white lily.

Cryptic notes slipped into your coat pocket: “Don’t trust the demon in bandages.” “I’ll cleanse you of all your sins.”

Shadows moving in your peripheral vision, lingering touches from a certain detective that lasted too long, the soft brush of fingers against yours when you handed a document to a mysterious Russian man.

Dazai plays with you like a cat with a mouse, keeping you close, wrapping you in sweet words, always smiling—but the glint in his eyes is anything but kind. He drowns you in attention, teasing, coaxing, watching you squirm under the weight of his affection.

Fyodor, on the other hand, operates like a puppeteer, orchestrating events from the darkness. He speaks in riddles, whispers promises of salvation, warns you against Dazai’s lies. But his version of love is no less suffocating.

Then, one night, the balance shatters.

You wake up in an unfamiliar room, doors locked, windows sealed. A soft melody plays from an old record player in the corner. A chair sits in the middle of the room, a neatly folded note on the seat.

“Choose.”

Then—footsteps. Slow. Deliberate.

Two voices murmur beyond the door.

“I wonder what they’re thinking right now.” Dazai muses, voice lilting with amusement.

“They are realizing their place” Fyodor answers, his tone smooth, inevitable.

A cold dread coils around your spine.

The door handle turns.

Dazai steps in first, the ever-present smirk curling his lips. His brown eyes, usually playful, glimmer with something darker. He tilts his head, scanning you with quiet satisfaction. Behind him, Fyodor follows, a stark contrast of elegance and eerie stillness. His violet gaze is unreadable, piercing straight through you.

“Oh, belladonna,” Dazai hums, hands tucked in his coat pockets. “You look terrified. Have we really given you reason to be afraid?”

You take a step back, but the wall presses against your spine. No escape.

Fyodor moves closer, hands clasped behind his back, his voice a quiet hymn. “Fear is unnecessary. You will see soon enough. We only wish to guide you.”

Dazai leans in, his presence overwhelming. “You’re special, you know that?” His fingers ghost over your cheek, featherlight yet unyielding. “And special things don’t belong in the hands of just anyone.”

His touch burns. You shove his hand away.

Dazai merely chuckles. “Feisty. But that’s okay.”

Fyodor watches, his gaze like a dagger at your throat. “This resistance is temporary.”

They are cornering you. Pressing in.

You won’t let them win.

You inhale sharply, forcing your pulse to slow. Your mind races, sifting through possibilities. This isn’t just about brute force—this is a game.

Your eyes flick toward the chair. Then to the door. A normal person would run. That’s what they expect.

Which means you won’t.

Instead, you laugh.

Dazai stills. Fyodor’s eyes narrow.

You drag a hand through your hair, exhaling as if relieved. “God, I was worried for nothing.” You glance at them, lips curling in mock amusement. “For a second, I actually thought I was in trouble.”

Silence.

Dazai raises a brow. “Oh? Do enlighten us.”

You step forward—toward them, rather than away. Both their eyes sharpen, watching, calculating.

Your voice is steady. Confident. “I should’ve known you two were smarter than this.” You let out a light scoff. “All this effort? The letters, the gifts, the cryptic warnings? You were testing me, weren’t you?”

Fyodor’s expression remains unreadable, but Dazai’s smirk twitches, intrigued. “And what conclusion did you come to, belladonna?”

You exhale, feigning exasperation. “That you never intended to keep me here.”

Silence stretches, tense and uncertain. You continue before they can speak.

“If you wanted me trapped, I wouldn’t even be conscious right now. If you wanted me compliant, you would’ve used fear—threats, restraints. But no. You left the door open. You left me awake. You let me think I have a choice.”

You tilt your head, watching their reactions like a predator sizing up its prey. “Which means this is a test.”

You cross your arms, feigning frustration. “And if I try to escape, that means I fail, doesn’t it?”

Dazai’s smirk falters for a fraction of a second. Barely noticeable. But you see it.

Fyodor’s fingers twitch behind his back.

Got them.

You push further. “I see it now. You wanted to see if I could figure it out. If I was smart enough to be worth your attention.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Damn, you two are good.”

Dazai chuckles, but there’s something sharper in his gaze now. “A fascinating theory, truly.”

Fyodor hums, his head tilting in careful scrutiny. “Then tell me, dear…” His voice is slow, deliberate. “What happens now?”

You step past them, toward the door, your body loose, relaxed—as if you aren’t walking the razor’s edge between victory and doom.

“I walk out of here” you say simply. “Because if I belong to you, then you don’t need to hold me prisoner, do you?”

Silence.

The room is thick with tension, the weight of your gamble pressing against your ribs.

Then—

A laugh. Low, soft, edged with something unreadable.

“Oh, Y/N…” Dazai exhales, shaking his head. “You are just… delightful.”

A flicker of something dangerous flashes in Fyodor’s eyes.

But neither of them move to stop you.

Your pulse is deafening as you step through the open doorway.

One step. Two.

And then... Nothing. You’re outside. You won..

You walked out of that room unscathed, weaving a lie so convincing that even two of the most dangerous minds in Yokohama let you go.

But you know better than to believe it’s over.

Days pass.

You’ve changed hideouts twice already. Used burner phones. Scrubbed your digital footprint clean.

And yet, the feeling of being watched never leaves you.

You wake up to a single red camellia on your windowsill. Dazai’s mark. Longing.

A queen chess piece is left on your pillow. Fyodor’s symbol. Checkmate is inevitable.

Every step you take is shadowed by something unseen. A presence you cannot shake.

And then, one night, the game truly begins.

You never take the same route twice. You never use public transportation. You never stay in one place too long.

But tonight, despite all your precautions, a familiar voice reaches your ears.

A whisper, right behind you.

“I was wondering when you’d notice me, belladonna.”

Your blood turns to ice.

Dazai.

You whirl around, only to find nothing. No one is there. The alley is empty, the streetlights flickering dimly overhead.

A trick. A hallucination? No. You know him too well for that. He’s toying with you.

You force yourself to keep walking. Do not stop. Do not react. That’s what he wants.

But then—

A hand catches your wrist.

Your breath stops.

A moment later, the touch is gone.

Your hand trembles as you lift it, staring at your wrist.

A red string is tied around it.

Thin. Delicate. Tightly knotted.

Dazai’s voice echoes in the wind.

“Fate always brings soulmates back together, doesn’t it?”

You rip the string off and run.

The next day, you receive a letter.

No return address. No stamps. Just a neatly folded page slipped under your door.

You hesitate before opening it.

Inside, the message is written in elegant Russian script.

“You are slipping, my love.”

Your fingers tighten around the paper.

Fyodor.

Beneath the words, there’s a photograph.

Your blood runs cold.

It’s you.

Taken from across the street.

Taken yesterday.

Taken while you were running from Dazai.

You stare at it, your pulse hammering in your ears.

They aren’t just watching you.

They are closing in.

You try to leave the city.

You book a train ticket under a fake name. Buy clothes from a second-hand store. Leave your phone behind.

You take no risks.

Yet, as you step onto the train platform, a voice murmurs beside you.

“That color suits you, darling.”

Your stomach drops.

You turn—but no one is there.

Instead, something rests on the bench beside you.

A music box.

Your fingers shake as you lift the lid.

A soft, haunting melody spills out.

The same song that played in the room where they held you.

And inside, nestled among the gears, is a tiny note. “We will always find you.”

The train hisses as the doors begin to close.

You barely make it inside before they shut behind you.

As the city disappears in the distance, you clutch the music box to your chest.

You escaped.

But deep in your gut, you know the truth.

They let you go.

Because to them, this isn’t about catching you.

This is a game. And they are enjoying it.

You don’t remember when you last slept.

You don’t remember the last time you felt safe.

The train took you far—but not far enough.

For days, you ran. For days, you evaded them. But no matter where you hid, no matter how carefully you erased your trail…

They always found you.

It started small. A flicker of a shadow in your peripheral vision. A whisper that wasn’t truly there. A glimpse of brown eyes in a passing crowd. A soft chuckle behind a locked door.

Then, the exhaustion set in. The kind that seeped into your bones, turning your limbs heavy, your mind sluggish. You stopped eating properly. Stopped resting.

Because if you stopped—if you let your guard down for even a second—they would take you.

And still, despite everything, despite how much you fought, how much you ran—

You lost.

You wake to the sensation of silk.

Soft. Cool. Wrapping around your wrists, your ankles. Not too tight—but unyielding.

A bed beneath you. The scent of something faintly familiar—lavender, old parchment, and something darker, like the lingering trace of ink and blood.

Your head feels light. The room is dim, hazy.

You shift, and a voice murmurs.

“Finally awake?”

Your breath catches.

He’s beside you, perched on the edge of the bed. His expression is unreadable—for once, there’s no teasing lilt to his voice, no playful glint in his eyes.

Just quiet satisfaction.

The weight of another presence lingers in the air, colder, sharper. A deeper gaze settles on you from across the room. Fyodor.

He sits in a chair, legs crossed, fingers interlaced beneath his chin. His violet eyes gleam with something final.

“Where…” Your voice is hoarse, dry. You swallow hard. “Where am I?”

Dazai hums, tracing a finger along the delicate silk around your wrist. “Far from anywhere that matters.”

You yank at the bindings—they don’t budge.

A soft chuckle. “Ah, ah, belladonna,” Dazai murmurs. “That’s adorable, really. But you must know by now…”

His fingers ghost down your arm, featherlight, possessive. “You can’t run from us.”

Your breathing quickens. “Let me go.”

Fyodor tilts his head. “Let you go?” He sounds genuinely amused. “My love, haven’t you realized?”

He rises, slow, deliberate. “You were never meant to leave.”

“Bullshit,” you snap, voice cracking. “You let me go. You let me run.”

Dazai laughs, and it’s too soft, too cruel. “Of course we did.”

You freeze.

Fyodor steps closer, his presence a shadow of cold logic. “You believed you had won. That was the most entertaining part.”

Your heart hammers.

No. No, they’re lying.

“You were playing with me?”

Dazai smiles—not his usual smirk, not his lazy amusement. This is different. Darker. “Oh, belladonna. Of course we were.”

Your stomach churns.

“The train. The music box. The notes. The whispers.” Fyodor’s voice is patient, unhurried, as if explaining something simple to a child. “Did you really believe those were mistakes? That we weren’t in control from the very start?”

Your breathing is too fast, too uneven.

They’re lying.

They have to be lying.

“I got away,” you whisper, but the words feel weak, fragile. “I—I won—”

Dazai leans in, close enough that his breath brushes your ear. “No, darling.” His voice is softer now, gentle, almost… affectionate. “You only ran as far as we let you.”

The realization sinks in.

And now—

Now there’s nothing left.

Your body trembles. Your vision blurs.

Something inside you shatters.

“There it is” Fyodor murmurs, his fingers brushing your temple as if to feel the moment you finally break. “That’s what I wanted to see.”

Dazai exhales, pleased. “You fought so beautifully, belladonna. It almost makes me sad that it’s over.”

Your body feels heavy.

Your mind blank.

There’s nothing left.

Just them.

Dazai presses a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing away the silent tears slipping down your skin. “Shh, it’s alright.”

Fyodor’s lips curve into something soft. Almost kind. “It’s time to rest, my love.”

The last thing you hear is the quiet, rhythmic ticking of a clock in the distance.

You are not chained.

Not bound. Not locked away.

The silk restraints are gone, but the illusion of freedom is meaningless.

Because there is nowhere to run.

The food is always warm. Always carefully prepared.

Dazai brings you breakfast some mornings, smiling as he sets down a tray—soft eggs, steamed rice, miso soup. “You need to eat, belladonna. You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you?”

Other nights, Fyodor sits beside you with a steaming cup of tea, his fingers grazing yours as he hands it over. “Drink” he murmurs. “It will help.”

At first, you refused.

At first, you fought.

But hunger is a cruel enemy, and thirst is merciless.

And so—you ate.

You drank.

And then—things began to change. It was the drug they gave you.

It starts subtly.

A soft buzz beneath your skin. A warmth curling in your limbs, making them heavy, slow.

The world around you seems… hazy. The days blur together, slipping between your fingers like sand.

Your thoughts—once sharp, quick, yours—become muffled. Softened at the edges.

Sometimes, you forget what you were saying mid-sentence.

Sometimes, you can’t remember what you were thinking at all.

And the worst part?

You don’t care.

Dazai loves to test you.

“What do you think, Y/N?” He leans in close, elbow propped against the arm of your chair. “If you were me, how would you dismantle an underground smuggling ring?”

Your brow furrows. There’s an answer—there should be an answer—but your mind moves so slowly. Like wading through molasses.

You shake your head. “I… don’t know.”

Dazai hums. “Ah, what a shame. You used to be so clever, belladonna.” He taps his fingers against his lips, eyes gleaming. “But that’s alright. You’re much cuter this way.”

Other times, Fyodor sets a book in front of you, its pages lined with elegant Russian script. “Translate these for me” he says, voice as smooth as silk.

You stare at the text, but the words won’t hold still. The letters twist, rearrange themselves, slipping from your grasp like water.

Your breathing quickens.

Fyodor watches. Waiting.

Finally, you whisper, “I can’t.”

He smiles—soft, indulgent. “Of course you can’t, my love.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring in Russian—a prayer, a promise, or a spell, you do not know.

“You don’t need to think anymore.”

Dazai is the worst.

Not because he is cruel—but because he is kind.

Because he teases, touches. Plays with your hair, traces patterns against your wrist, presses against your side when he speaks.

And you let him.

You let him because it is easier.

Because fighting feels like trying to hold onto a dream that is already slipping away.

Because when Fyodor brushes his fingers along your cheek, when he speaks to you in that gentle, reverent tone, when Dazai hums a lullaby as he runs his hands through your hair—

You feel safe.

You feel wanted.

And one day—

One day, you wake up.

You sit at the breakfast table, cradling the tea Fyodor made for you, listening to the low murmur of Dazai’s voice.

And you realize—

You don’t want to leave.

The thought of the outside world—the chaos, the danger, the loneliness—fills you with something cold.

Dazai notices your expression, tilting his head. “What’s wrong, belladonna?”

Your grip tightens around the cup.

You search for the answer.

But the truth is simple.

Nothing is wrong.

For the first time in weeks—maybe months—everything feels right.

Dazai smiles.

Fyodor’s eyes darken with satisfaction.

And you—

You lower your gaze, exhaling softly.

You belong to them.

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❥︎ Characters; Rafayel, Xavier Game; love and deepspace

❥︎ Genre; fluff !! Prompt; petting/kissing their cat ears || established relationship || 2nd pov

❥︎ Warnings; none !!

❥︎ Notes; yes this has been sitting in my drafts since the kitty cards first came out–

❥︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋;

Honestly, as much as the purple haired boy kept glaring at you for the face you made when he walked into your apartment sprouting a pair of cat ears out of his head and a matching tail swishing behind, you could not for the life of you stop laughing at how ironic the situation he got himself into was.

The same guy who was constantly complaining about how evil and sly the small kittens were, and how their only goal was to trick and deceive humans into showering them with love and affection, has now become one of them himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes, your laughing fit still not over yet as small chuckles continued to escape your lips even after your poor attempts at muffling them. "It's just, I never expected to see you in this form. You look adorable!"

Rafayel was certainly not amused by your compliment–anyone could tell that much–and instead tried to twist your words against you. "Oh so now you're saying I wasn't adorable before, huh?"

"You know that's not what I meant." You use your hand to motion for him to come closer. "Come here, I want to see them up close."

The lemurian huffed at you but still walked closer nonetheless, pausing in his steps when there were only a couple of centimeters between you left. "What? Are also you going to pet me like a cat now?"

A smile grew on your face at his question. I mean, could he blame you? You loved cats and he knew that, this was like a dream come true for you. "If you don't mind, I'd be more than willing to."

His gaze flickered to the side and one could make out a slight blush starting to form on his cheeks. "You say that as if you don't know I can't refuse you."

Knowing how stubborn your lover can be, you took that as his unique way of giving you the green light to do so. Therefore, it wasn't long before you had both of your hands reaching up to his face, one cupping the side of his cheek while the other stretched up to rub gentle strokes on the bundles of fur above his head.

The more you continued on stroking the more you could feel the man in your hands start to relax his body more and more. He was obviously enjoying the strokes of affection you were showering him with as much as he refused to say so. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he leaned his face deeper into your palm, then it definitely was by the now much more visible blush dusted on his the apples of his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"You're enjoying this way too much." He muttered out.

"Hmm?" One of your fingertips came to stroke the fluffy piece of fur that was puffing out from the bottom of his ears and you could hear him let out small sigh of content. "I think I am the one who should be saying that."

Rafayel surprisingly didn't voice out a comeback at your reply, just choosing to let it slide this time as he was clearly more busy with other things (like keeping himself from completely melting into your arms) to give it much thought.

A few more moments of silence followed. With Rafayel finally caving in to your gestures, his face now buried into your neck instead so you can better reach his fluffy ears. Since you were no longer holding his cheek, both your hands were now free to bury themselves into the mass of soft purple hair and fur.

You just continued gently petting him for a couple more minutes, enjoying the heartwarming moment, until you heard something quite strange. Your mind had to take a double take at first because is that really what you think you're hearing right now?!

"Rafayel, are you...purring?"

The moment those words left your mouth you could practically feel the heat radiating off of his skin as the blush on his cheeks rose to a shade you did not even think was even possible. A groan came out of his mouth, the embarrassment hindering his ability to even come up with any words of defense as your laughter once again filled the quiet room.

❥︎ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑;

You woke up to a weird sensation tickling your nose. Which was strange, yes, but the initial plan was to simply brush it off as a fragment of your imagination and just go back to sleep. Alas, you definitely couldn't ignore the feeling no more when you felt a very obvious flick attack the side of your cheek, which made you certain that you were very much not dreaming of such sensation.

You groaned as you groggily tried to open your eyes and get them used to the sunlight that was seeping through your curtains. As your eyes tried to focus on the view in front of you, you wondered what could possibly be the thing that woke you up at such early hour. A stray piece of fabric? Or maybe you still had some fur stuck on you after you and Xavier's trip to the cat cafe yesterday. Both of which could never move by their own but those were the only possibilites that your sleep-depeived brain was capable of coming up with right now.

What you didn't expect though, was to see a pair of ash coloured cat ears twitching right in front of your face when you were absolutely certain you had no such feline anywhere in any room of your apartment.

This new realisation had you instantly shooting up from your place between Xavier's arms, sitting up straight in your bed and staring in utter disbelief at the scene in front of you. One blink, a second, and then you rapidly rubbed your eyes just for good measure. It really wasn't a hallucination, your boyfriend had a set of moving cat ears stuck on top of his head!

Then your eyes flashed down to his back upon noticing another yet another mind-boggling feature. 'Oh my god he even has a tail!' The bushy tail–as if suddenly noticing your eyes on them–moved to curl around Xavier's thigh, further proving their realness.

How did this even happen? Was it related to your trip to the cat cafe yesterday? That's the only logical explanation you could think of right now and it didn't even make sense!

Whatever it was, now that you've came out of your initial shock (although you were still baffled at what you were seeing), you could not deny how absolutely adorable Xavier looked with his newly added assets. The ears on his head lay still save for a couple twitched here and there and the tail on his back moved again to unfold in a more stretched out position instead.

Wait, you should probably wake him up to ask him about this, right?

"Xavier. Hey Xavier." You rubbed your hand up and down his arm in hopes of coaxing him out of the land of dreams. Gosh, this is totally not the reason you ever expected to be waking him up for.

When that method came out useless you resolved to lightly petting his new ears instead, wandering if he would feel the sensation on them like a real cat would.

You couldn't help yourself but inwardly squeal at the way they relaxed under your touch, drooping down slightly from their perked up state which you took as a silent invitation to continue your actions. After a few more moments of your lover still not waking up from your methods, you couldn't help yourself but lean down to place a soft kiss to the side of his ear. To your surprise, that seemed to finally do the trick, as it gave you a flick in response and you could hear Xavier letting out a low mumble beneath you.

His first words came out a bit coarse, sleep still holding quite a strong grip on him. "Mhm...why are you up so early?"

First thought that came to mind was that Xavier seemed way too relaxed for someone who discovered they got cursed by some sort of cat magic, which made you come to the conclusion that he most likely did not know about the little problem he had going on at all.

"Xavier, love, do you not feel the added weight on top of your head? Or the new attachment to your back?"

His eyebrows furrowed in response before both of his hands moved at once, one reaching out to touch his ears and one down to feel his tail. "Oh."

Okay, nevermind, you take back your previous words. Knowing Xavier, he probably would indeed be this relaxed even if he had known about what happened beforehand. "I think this warrants more than an 'oh'."

A small yawn escaped his lips and you just wished that you had even half the calmness that your boyfriend had at the moment when you got into any problems. "I'll deal with it later; I'm still tired right now. You should come back and sleep with me too." His arms opened up as an invitation, and he made sure to add on those pleading eyes of his that he very much knew you could never resist no matter how much you tried.

You shook your head but slid back down the sheets to cuddle up with him regardless. "Not like I can complain, cuddling up with you when you look this adorable." Giving in to the temptation, you fingers moved up to give his cheek a soft pinch. "Oh gosh, you're so cute like this."

"Hmm." Xavier's eyebrows furrowed listening to your words and you had a gut feeling you knew where this conversation was about to head to. "First it was Lumiere and now me with the cat features. Do you like my cat form more than my usual self?"

Oh yes, just Xavier being jealous of himself as usual. "I never said tha–"

"Maybe I should just stay like this forever then, I don't think it'll impact my combat abilities that much."

"Xavier! We are not doing this right now." You playfully pinched the cheek you were holding. "Just go back to sleep, we'll find a way to turn you back once we wake up, okay?" A hand of yours raised to guide his head to rest on top of your chest, while simultaneously threading through the strands of his hair and rubbing gently on his ears. Xavier relaxed into your hold, raising his head to place a trail of gentle kisses on your jawline before laying his head back on your chest, slowly drifting off back to sleep to the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat.

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