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kissandtellus · 9 hours ago
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Mountin’ Mutts
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Synopsis: Canine Hybrid!Caleb gets too rambunctious when in Rut. So Feline!Reader buys him a contraption to keep him under control!
Warning: Omegaverse, Hybrids, Knotting, Drooling, Muzzles, Smut, Sort of Mean!Caleb but MC is into it.
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You’d grounded your mate from touching you. You still bore scarred marks from the last time Caleb was in rut.
He has been pining all night but he kept himself from dry humping your lower back. When he noticed you moving away, he whined into your neck.
His hand was resting on your waist and you can sense the tremble on it as he tried to control himself. He was doing his best to control the beast inside him because he really doesn’t want to hurt his mate. But the way he is panted into your neck, you could feel his body heat seep into your bones.
“Please,” he begged.
“No, Cal. You know why. C’mon, I said you can hold me but no more.” You huffed and tried squirming away. The summer night was already hot enough and the AC wasn’t doing much for his own overheated flesh.
He lets out a low, frustrated whimper at your refusal. His hands tightened around you, refusing to let you go even just for a moment.
His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, his voice a hoarse disappointment. “Just let me…” he started, but his words trailed off, leaving them hanging, unspoken, charged with unexpressed desire.
You can truly sense how much he yearns for physical intimacy with you, how it's almost a physical ache within him.
The next morning is even worse, you have to peel yourself from him to fix breakfast, your ears on constant rotation to catch the noise of when he woke up.
You stand in the midst of the kitchen, fixing a shit ton of protein for him. Your ears twitch at the sound of him pulling himself from the bed. He’s standing in the doorway nearly too big. All muscle, over 200 pounds of pure strength wrapped in untamed desires.
“G’mornin’…” you murmured over your shoulder.
Caleb says nothing, but you can feel the floor quake under each step.
He wraps his arms around you from behind; his body pressed against you, the heat of him against your back a heady reminder of his state.
He knows he shouldn't push, but the desire is too strong to resist. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, “Just let me...please, pretty kitty. I need you…”
You sigh, fully prepared to push him off. But his hips twitch against your lower back, straining length stretching the fabric and…wet? Why was it-?
Oh. My. God.
“Caleb Xia, did you just cum on my back?!”
Caleb is groaning, whining, and still humping your back as the cum seeps through his boxers. “I’ll be good-s’ good! Please please please-
“Off.” The command is sharp, your tail between you rigid. He whines like you just kicked him but peels himself away,
You banish him to his at-home gym, tell him to work out his frustrations while you finish breakfast and head to the store.
He sulks at first, not wanting to leave your side, but after a few more stern words and narrowed feline eyes, he begrudgingly makes his way to the gym.
He works out intensely, trying to burn off the frustrations he feels. As he trains, his body glistens with sweat, his muscles flexing, his rut making him stronger than usual, his testosterone overbearing at this point.
You on the other hand, visit the tiny corner shop you and Caleb have visited a few times. It caters to Hybrids like yourself, owned by a Hybrid couple FOR people just like you.
The Bear Hybrid, husband of the owner, with his imposing tall build and lopsided grin, greets you with a hearty laugh. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite cat! What brings you here today?" His eyes sparkle with warmth, and there's a subtle hint of admiration behind his words.
The corner shop is a familiar haven for Hybrids like you, and the bear's genuine welcome always puts you at ease.
You grumble and pull your shirt off your shoulder just a bit so you can show off the vicious bite marks Caleb left during his last Rut. “Caleb is…a lot more bitey during his Ruts. I’m just looking for something that can help him. Got anything that’ll stop him from treating me like a chew toy?”
The Bear Hybrid lets out a hearty laugh at the sight of Caleb's bite marks on you. "That boy of yours sure does have a strong bite! Well, I might just have something that can help. Hold on, let me check in the back."
He disappears into the back of the shop, rummaging through various potions and remedies. A moment later, he returns with a metal contraption, he lays it on the counter with a soft clink.
A muzzle.
“It’s designed to prevent unnecessary biting during…uh, certain activities,” the Bear Hybrid explains casually, as though he was discussing the weather or last night's game.
He pushes it towards you. “It’ll prevent him from hurting you during his rut, but still allow you both to be close. Just don’t tell him it was my idea.” he adds with a wink.
You nervously walk back to the apartment with the paper bag in hand. Caleb is absolutely going to hate this, but he might hate remaining untouched during his Rut even more.
You slowly push open the door to hear whines, groans and the smell of raw Alpha in the air.
As you step into the apartment, you’re immediately hit with the raw, untamed scent of his rut. It hangs heavy in the air, an undeniable presence. His groans echo in the stillness, a symphony of suppressed desire. The smell alone is enough to stir something within you, a primal urge you've been trying to push down.
You hear him before you see him. He's lying on the ground, his body glistening with sweat from his workout.
But in his hands, is your crumpled used underwear, his salvia and…other fluids clinging to it.
When he notices you, he looks up, his eyes dark. There's no denying the wild hunger in them, a direct result of his rut. He tosses the underwear aside, his voice hoarse. "You're back. Please, pretty girl..."
When you pull out the muzzle, Caleb looks betrayed in a way. His tail tucks between his legs but there is a firm look in your eyes. “It’s the only way Caleb. Please?”
Caleb’s lip pulls back in a snarl and for a second, you think he might deny it. But then he steps closer and dips his head. You quickly slide it over his mouth, the leather straps rattling as you secure it fully.
“Good boy, how does that feel?” You take a step back and he gives his head a few firm shakes.
“It’s fine…I guess.” He huffs, jerking his head around. His massive body is tense like a coiled trap. Your lips curl up and you hold his cheek between your hands, hushing his angered huffs.
“Shhh, you’re doing well. Now-“ You step forward so your fingers press against his raging boner tenting his shorts. You nearly have to catch him in your arms when his knees buckle. He tries to press his face into his favorite place, the crook of your neck, but the metal bars keep him from your flesh.
“Can’t fuckin’ taste you.” He whines through clenched teeth. You giggle, just a light noise to thread your fingers with him.
You guide him to the safety of the bedroom. His scent bounces off the walls now fully surrounding you. “Stay.” You order, pointing in-front of you to the corner of the room. Caleb feels like his entire body nearly vibrate as you began to strip off your clothing. Your furry tail sprung up as you slide down your panties and shorts.
“Kitty-“
“Hush, enjoy the show.”
You soon stand bare before him, allowing his eyes to trail over each scar from the bites his fangs have left. He whines, heart aching. Another time he would kiss every bite as apology. But right now-
He wanted to give you more.
You crawl into the plush bed, enveloped in both of your scents. Your knees hit the bed and you press your chest to the soft comforter. You reach back, fingers grasping your cheeks before pulling them apart, exposing your holes like you were offering yourself on a silver platter.
When you look over your shoulder, Caleb’s shorts and tank top were tossed aside like trash. He’s panting, tongue out and all, drool seeping through the metal bars.
“C’mere.”
The command is so sudden it startles Caleb. But luckily he’s quick on his feet.
He’s bounding towards you like his life depended on it. He drops to his knees first, as if he’s ready to worship the most precious deity.
Caleb presses the end of his muzzle up against your dripping folds. He growls when the metal prevents him from tasting your sweet nectar that dribbled mere inches away.
He lets out a frustrated growl, the muzzle digging into your sensitive flesh as he tries to push past it to reach your center. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he attempts to force his way in despite the barrier. "Nngh... Fuck this thing..."
You mewl and arch as the cool bars rub your most sensitive flesh. He knows theirs no use, but he’s too far gone now.
Drooling tongue gets so, so close to your aching folds but falls too short. That’s when you notice them.
The thick tears welled up in those pretty violet eyes. He’s so desperate. You’ve been edging him for the past two days, refusing to let him have you because of a few (in his opinion) stupid marks.
How else was he supposed to let the other males know you had a big, scary looking dog at home who stretched your pussy so good you saw stars?
He lets out a frustrated groan, his claws digging into the sheets as he fights the urge to rip the muzzle off. Instead, he starts rubbing his snout vigorously against your clit through the metal grille, trying to stimulate you indirectly. His tail thrashes angrily behind him. "Please…”
Your body acts accordingly, slick beginning to drip down your thighs in response. “G-good boy.”
The praise sends a shiver down his spine. He redoubles his efforts, the snout of the muzzle rubbing faster and harder against your clit. His own arousal is obvious, his cock throbbing and leaking against your thigh where it's trapped between your bodies. “M’ Good, s’ good for ya.”
He’s a mess, leaking down your leg, the end of the muzzle now covered in your slick and his saliva. You take a shuddering breath and reach back to grab his arm. “U-up! Mount!”
At your command, he immediately scrambles up to mount you. His large, muscular frame overshadows you as his wet cock slides across your sticky mound.
The muzzle makes his breathing heavy and loud, but he can't help the muffled whine that escapes him as he slowly pushes forward, his angry cockhead stretching you open inch by inch.
It never gets easier taking such a beefy part of the canine Hybrid. His chin rests on your shoulder as he bullies inch by inch inside, stretching out the gummy walls that try to suck him in forever.
His slick thighs try to find purchase against your body but it fails the first couple of times. He begins pleading with you to loosen up, begging you not to choke him out.
His pleas grow more desperate as he tries to thrust deeper but keeps slipping out because of your stubborn hold. His nails carefully scratch at your sides, trying to coax your muscles to relax. "Nngh! Please... Open more...I’ll be so good to ya…”
Slowly but surely your natural slick drips around his girth and he can finally bottom out. He swears he might cum, might blackout right then and there.
The cold of the metal makes tiny indentions on your shoulder as he begins a desperate pace. There isn’t really a rhyme or reason to his thrust, the initial few pumps have your head reeling.
“Feel so good kitty-mmn fuck, fuck you feel so gooood~!” He’s a man deprived now. He grabs your hips to lift you ever so gently off the bed before pounding your guts like they owe you money. Your claws tear at the sheets when you try to find something to keep you grounded.
Caleb’s head is thrown back, the muzzle doing its job. But it can’t stop the flinging drool that drips from his dirty mouth. Pieces of saliva collect on the space between your shoulder blades when he curls himself around your arch.
“Pussy feels so good! C-can’t believe you tried keepin’ her from me.” He’s snarls.
He can feel the base of his cock starting to swell. His jaw snaps inside of the muzzle that pressed right against your swollen heat gland. His instincts are bitter, wanting nothing more than to make you bleed for making him wait so long.
Your ears pivot at the sound of his snarl and he catches the sight in his peripheral. One clawed hand encircles your tail, giving a light pull that sends a hiss from your throat.
“Think you’re so much better than this big dumb dog? All high and mighty, not lettin’ me mark ya? Afraid I’ll scare away those prissy fuckin’ cat suitors I see watchin’ ya?”
“F-fuckin’ mutt! So big, n cock is so big! D-don’t even think about how much it hurts!” You hiss out, ears flattened despite your tail folded against your spine as your body takes him over and over, tears of pleasure and frustration spilling down your cheeks.
Caleb’s eyes roll back at the way your walls spasm around his throbbing cock. “Yeahhhh, yeah you love this mutt’s big cock. Want me to give you all the fucking pups huh? Say it.”
His hand grasps your jaw, angling your head back and- “Fuck! Fuck yeah, want your pups. Pleasepleaseple-“
Caleb’s jaws flex, his snarl overpowering your moans. You barely comprehend the sound of tearing leather before his teeth fasten around your shoulder. His knot pops in and he balances on his haunches as he pumps load after load.
“FUCK! Fuck Caleb, ow-“
He gives his head a warning whip, daring you to try to push him away. Your cries die down to whimpers as you come down from your own high, a frothy mix dribbling down your inner thighs.
Blood trickles down your shoulder and onto the once clean bedsheets. You know you should hiss, should scratch and claw at him. But when the remains of the broken muzzle falls beside you on the bed-
“Oh f-“
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Caleb has you sprawled out on the bed like a used white. He hasn’t stopped apologizing while he’s cleaned the wounds he’s left and the cum leaking out of your well used entrance.
You don’t have the strength to fight him off when he decides his tongue is the best cleaning tool for your pussy.
“Mm sorry Kitty. I’ll take care of you.”
Caleb crawls next to you but not before grabbing the broken muzzle and tossing it across the room like an unloved toy. “But if you ever put a muzzle on me again, I’ll fuck you through the wall.”
Was that a threat? Or was he flirting?
Knowing Caleb? Probably both.
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lunajay33 · 2 days ago
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Our Secret
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Summary: Daryl thought it best to keep the relationship a secret so no one could use it against you, especially now in a world with no rules
Pairing: Dary Dixon x f!reader
Includes: Shane being Shane, soft side Daryl but only for you, age gap
•Masterlist•
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This camp was different from everything we knew, sure we could pretend we were all out camping but with the lack of food and the looming fear of walkers it changed everything
Especially when I could go to Daryl everytime I wanted to be near him which was often now, we got split up at the start but something above led us back to each other
•Flashback•
I searched everywhere for Daryl in our small town but he was gone, I checked our place and all his stuff was still here, maybe he had to leave in a hurry and had no choice
Holding back the tears I took out a bag and packed clothes for me and him and the little trinkets that held special memories, packing some food and starting my journey through the woods that surrounded the town, thinking it be better to leave on foot than get caught on the road by the walkers
After days of walking I came to a clearing leading down to a body of water, sighing in relief I drop my bag at the shore and splash the water on my face cooling from the hot Georgia heat
“Where is everyone” I whisper to myself starting to feel lost like I’ll never see a living person again
After a while I hear someone walking towards me, thinking it’s a walker I hit behind a boulder, but when they neared closer and I got a good look I realized it wasn’t a walker but the man I’ve been searching for this whole time
I stand up feeling the tears run down my face, he’s quick to hold up his trusty crossbow and point at me but when he takes me in he drops it, I run over jumping into his arms crying into his shoulder
“I found you” I sigh breathing in his scent, feeling his strong arms hold me
“I looked everywhere fer ya angel” he groans pulling back as he wipes my tears tracing his thumb over my bottom lip
“I’m here now” I couldn’t believe I was really with him right now
“Listen we’ve got a group up at a camp here , don’t know where things will lead but I don’t want no shade types using ya or me against eachother, think it’s best we pretend we don’t know eachother until we know it’s safe”
“But I just got you back, I want you to hold me again, I’ve thought about you the whole time while I was out there, praying for the day I’d feel you again” he runs his hand through my hair gently, only this side of him was reserved for me
“I know but I ain’t risking losing ya again, gotta scope things out” I sigh understanding him, walkers aren’t the only thing now we have to be worried about
“Okay I get it, just kiss me already”
He brings me back to the camp introducing me to the group like I was a stranger he found on his hunt and left back to his camp area and started skinning the squirrels he caught, it hurt a bit but I understood, I turn back to the group feeling nervous with all these eyes on me
“Ummm hi, do you guys have room for one more, I’ve been walking for days”
“I think we can figure something out for you dear” a lady says with long brown hair with a young boy at her side
“Thank you so much” I sit down around some of the others, she told me her name was Lori, and her son Carl, introducing me to Carol, Sophia, and Jackie
“How did you get here?” Jackie asks
“I’m from a small town a ways away, I’ve just been walking hoping to find anyone really”
“Well you’ve got us now sweet heart how old are you?” Lori asks
“I’m 24”
“You’ve survived well by yourself for being alone and young” Shane says as he comes and sits next to Lori
“Thanks” I say feeling a little uncomfortable vibes from him
“So where can I stay?”
“You can stay with me I have enough room in my tent!” A guy around my age says beaming as he comes over to us
“This is Glenn you’ll be safe staying with him” Lori smiles easing my worries, he seemed nice anyways so I follow him to his tent and drop my stuff down on the right side as he lays out a sleeping bag for me
It’s been a week and it’s been killing me having to pretend I don’t know Daryl, I watch seeing him leave for a hunt looking around to see if anyone was paying attention and thankfully they weren’t, I took my knife and followed him through the trees, following his tracks through the dirt
After a while of tracking I catch up to him and he’s standing there with a knowing look on his face
“Couldn’t stay away could ya” I scoff as I march over to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, his hand grip my waist
“You know how hard it’s been? Seeing you work in the heat getting at sweaty, and showing your arms you know that’s my kryptonite”
“I know, I’ve caught ya lookin angel”
“It’s been too long D, can’t we just find a spot out here and I don’t know, have some fun?” I wiggle my eyebrows watching him smirk
“Too risky, don’t want a walker creeping up on us while I’m screwing yer brains out” I groan again resting my head on his chest
“You’re killing me D”
“I know but we’ll find a way” he pulls me into a rough kiss taking my breath away making feel all fuzzy
“Now get back to the camp I’ll be back soon” I nod at a lose for words and make my way back
When I break through the trees Glenn is at our camp smiling, I sit across from him
“What’s that look for?”
“Your hairs a bit messy” I blush as I try to flatten my hair
“I tripped”
“Yeah sure, tripped into Dixon” I shush him quickly dragging him into our tent
“Listen you can’t tell anyone please”
“I won’t, why is it so important to keep it a secret?”
“He wants to keep me safe, so no one uses me against him”
“He really cares for you for only knowing you for a week” I blush rubbing my arm
“Well…..we’ve actually been together for a few years, it’s a miracle I found him again”
“Wow, the grumpy Daryl Dixon has a soft spot”
“That’s exactly why you need to keep it a secret Glenn”
“I will you’re my friend it’ll be our secret, me you and Daryl, I never thought I’d say that” we both laugh and go on with our usual day chores
I walk down to the water and clean some of mine and Daryl’s clothes, sneaking them in as mine, while the others girls are down the beach doing theirs
“Shouldn’t be all alone down here sweet cheeks” I turn around seeing Ed looming over me
“It’s really none of your business what I do Ed” I turn going back to ringing out the water of the clothes and putting them in my basket but he’s quick to kick it over
I stand glaring at him
“What the hell is your problem” I groan bending to kick everything back up but before my fingers even graze the first item of clothing I feel his knee to my face
I fall over holding my eye wailing in pain
“Watch yer tongue lil girl, you ain’t better than me” he flicks his cigarette at me as he walks off
I sit up trying to keep the tears at bay even if my face was throbbing, I chuck everything back into the basket and run back up to camp
“Hey sweetie what’s the rush….hey what happened to your eye?” Lori asks stopping me from getting to the tent, she gently grazes my cheekbone and I whine and pull back
“Who did this to you?”
“It’s nothing, I don’t wanna make problem at the camp” I say looking down
“You’re one of us now, if you change your mind you know where to find me” she smiles like a mom and lets me walk off, I pin up mine and Daryl’s clothes, finishing and walking out just into the tree line and sit against a tree waiting for Daryl to come back and get some much needed shade
I wanna go back to my old life, I wanna curl up on the couch while Daryl runs his hand over my arm and I rest my head on his chest with no worry in the world
I hear a branch snap and I quickly look, relaxing when I realize it’s just Daryl, I quickly make my way to him wrapping my arms around his sides
“Miss me that much Angel?” I pull back and his smirk drops replaced with a look of rage
He cups my face and turns it to get a clear look at the darkening bruise adorning my cheek and eye
“What the hell happened?”
“I was doing the laundry…..Ed wouldn’t leave me alone….he kneed me in the face” I sigh feeling his fingers gently trace down my neck
“I’m gonna kill him” he grunts and strides with purpose back to the camp, with me quickly on his tail
I feel anxious but seeing him want to protect me makes me feel loved, once we get to the camp everyone looks at us noticing the fire in Daryl’s walk and expression
He spots Ed by the rv and goes right for him, taking him by the collar and laying a punch straight to his mouth, pushing him down to the ground and hovering his fist above him
“Ya ever touch a woman in this camp again, it’ll be the last damn thing ya do Ed” with one final punch he gets up and walks back to me, the camp didn’t do much seeing they could put the pieces together with my ever blackening eye but what they wondered was why would Daryl Dixon, the man who seemed to only keep to himself wanna stick up for you?
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Part.2 coming soon
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satoblue · 1 day ago
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you know how couples naturally start to share everything over time? for satoru, the thought alone makes his chest swell with pride — but it also turns him on. bc the idea of sharing hoodies, sweatpants, slippers, or a bed with you is satisfying in its own comforting way. it shows how wrapped in each other you both are — in your scents, in the way you live and breathe. but what really drives him crazy, what makes something in him go absolutely feral — is how the two of you share food and drinks.
and it is not just you sipping from his milkshake without asking — it is the quiet intimacy of it. the way your lips wrap around and touch the same straw he just drank from. the way you absentmindedly lick the same side of an ice cream cone he had just licked. or sharing a spoon or fork which you pass back and forth — bonus points if you lick and suck them after to get the residual flavor off. it’s those little things that make his heart skip a beat, make his chest warm — and also make his pants tighten too.
like when you are both at someone’s house and one of you ask for just one glass of water — bc it is more than enough for the two of you. he’ll always see to it that you drink first and once you do — he makes sure to turn it just enough so his lips land exactly where yours were every single time. says “it tastes better” and you have to remind him “water tastes like nothing” — but he disagrees. he thinks — no, he believes that “it tastes like love”. bc to him, this little act feels more connected than a kiss. it embodies the kind of closeness that families share without thinking — like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
and that’s why it means so much to him. it shows everyone when they see — and they do see — you both drink from the same bottle of water or bite into a single slice of pizza — that you’re not just his lover. not just his wife. but his home. his family. a new one he created with you and one he is proud to be a part of — one he can’t wait to make bigger so he can share this great and gentle love with them too.
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spartev · 2 days ago
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What I Wanna - Winter x Reader
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synopsis: Between all the friendships an uncertain tension resides.
warning: non idol, top!reader, enimies to ?, angry behavior, Yuna (itzy), "rude" sex (?), tears, "spank", mention of bruises and pain, she says "no" sometimes but doesn't rly mean it
a/n: sorry for take sooo long chat :( this is pure freestyle btw! It was supposed to be just sex but... Hope u guys enjoy it! :) GUYS SERIOUSLY I- SHE- UGHHH
btw... IGA SWIATEK IS A FUCKING WIMBLEDON CHAMPION!!! (‹ this was written even before 😭) n JB and Giveon's albums oh... Devotion 🙂‍↕️
w/c: 6.1 K
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That wasn't your intention, that heavy atmosphere between friends. The previous argument still weighed silently between you. Well, this wasn't the end of the night you'd planned, either, but still...
You could say it was by chance, but you'd be lying. It's not like you couldn't stand each other or anything, it was just that you had a... troubled relationship.
The kind of tension that, despite existing blatantly for anyone with eyes, was not put into words, not acknowledged by you.
The university had given you everything it promised and more, the large contingent of classes, exams, assignments and research still weighed on your shoulders, but everything was minimized with the progression of the friendships you'd made.
Karina said it was pure ignorance on the part of both of you, which was often accompanied by a pat on the back of your neck because, according to her, all the tantrums and provocations exchanged between you could be extinguished with what she called 'grown-up talk.'
She was always the one trying to talk some sense into you guys, being the oldest of the group, she feared that your incessant fights could end up dividing the group, so she was always advising you individually.
So you tried hard, like really hard not to get into trouble, not to take the bait of the argument she always seemed to have in store for you, as if she could take her frustrations out on you because you'd eventually accept it and you'd be there the next night without fail.
Giselle had given up a long time ago, all you got from her at this point was rolled eyes and a tired impatient sigh right before she left the room as soon as you started exchanging barbs.
"Mhm, true." She barely stammered whenever you arrived at the dorm with more complaints and accounts of how she had ruined your mood early that morning, in the first class you shared.
She had no hope whatsoever that you would mend your ways and start treating each other like human beings with any dignity, the complete opposite of Ningning.
Yizhuo was the anchor, always trying to mediate between the two of you, and surprisingly, she was the only one with enough patience to try to make you shake hands and move on.
"For the good of the group." she said.
Of course, she still insisted that you apologize first, because according to her, you were better off with it than you knew, it was just a way of saying that you should go there because Minjeong has an ego twice her height and would never, ever, go to you first.
Yet she had you when she used that sweet tone, your name falling from her lips too softly, and you knew you'd lost the moment the "Please... For me." reached your ears.
So there you were, knocking on the door of the dorm room Jimin and Minjeong shared, apologizing with furrowed brows and eyes on your feet with only a half-vision of her thin arms crossed beneath her breasts as she leaned against the doorframe, not even letting you enter or have the merest glimpse of the apartment.
"Whatever." She muttered without any animation, before slamming the door in your face.
They were all that kept you somewhat sane when you heard her murmur about you, especially about your defects and flaws, the ones she always made sure everyone in the room knew well.
Always with that condescending tone, why did she think she was so superior to you? You wondered why. It wasn't like you had vastly different lifestyles, but you definitely didn't have compatible personalities.
You couldn't name an argument that would give her reason to hate you so much.
I couldn't think of anything that would make her dislike you so deeply.
"She doesn't hate you, you guys are just... Different." Your friends kept saying it, so many times that the word started to lose its meaning to you.
That's what they said whenever you questioned them, unfortunately, it happened more often than you'd like to admit. Why was it that you were the only one receiving that kind of treatment? You understood she was like that, sharp, but not even other people at college had that sour version of her.
Not even the idiot jocks who were always circling her, trying to get any attention, or the random nerds she captivated with sweet, meaningless smiles and glances just so they would do her research.
So when she showed up that night, when you heard Giselle yell from the bathroom telling you to open the door, there she was. Long, brown hair, freshly dyed — not that you notice the subtle change in shade — and her big irritatingly perfect smile disappearing in the blink of an eye as soon as she sees you.
"Oh, you're here!" Ningning asks, her voice muffled as she reaches out to hug you. "I thought you were leaving."
You smile, opening the door wider and moving your body away so they can enter.
"Yeah, well... It ended up being canceled." You sigh, cutting off the cold air coming from the hallway as you close the door.
You notice her looking around, her eyes wandering from the messy blue couch to the table with some random bags of snacks Giselle had brought from her trip.
"Giselle's in the shower. Isn't Karina coming?" The TV plays in the background, some program you hadn't even noticed the name of.
Yizhuo doesn't respond at first, focusing on identifying the expiration date of the forgotten cheddar cheese in her fridge, but soon she remembers... You wouldn't say a single word to Minjeong, and she wouldn't even look at you for more than two unforced seconds.
She clears her throat, understanding the silence that had fallen.
"She said she would be a little late, but she should be arriving soon."
"I see..." You say, getting slapped in the hand as you steal one of the nachos in the bags she brought.
You try to ignore the squeals they make when they greet each other. Tight hugs and a slight complaint about how Giselle's wet hair dampens her shirt.
"I missed you girls so much." Aeri whimpers, hugging Ningning.
"Yeah, I took care of Cooper and I didn't get a hug like that..." You mumble, receiving her practically jumping on top of you, kisses and all.
The moment is cut short when the door creaks, Karina appearing through the crack. Her hands busy, her cheeks flushed from the cold of the streets, her short hair disheveled and yet, in some supernatural way that only she could manage, beautiful.
Dumping her bags on the floor before running over to Giselle to welcome her back from the trip.
"Is she staying all night?" You can hear it in the background, almost camouflaged between Giselle and Jimin's high-pitched laughter, but you still hear it.
"Oh! By any chance... Are you bothered by something?" They can hear the bite in your tone, measured, but still sharp.
She clicks her tongue, quickly looking away — as if she doesn't care — as if you were too little for even the slightest effort on her retinas.
"Nothing much, just that you weren't on today's guest list."
"So now I need an invitation to my own house?"
You watched her study her fingernails, her disdainful eyes meeting yours for what seemed like an eternity. She said nothing, just a practiced eye roll and a wry smile gracing her lips.
"You damn b-" You roar, standing up.
"Hey! Have you two had enough?" Karina's voice cuts through any insults you were about to direct at her.
"Damn, you guys barely got here, c'mon." Giselle sighs, putting her hand to her forehead.
"Then tell that girl to leave me alone!" You feel Ningning stand up behind you, her arm reaching out to reach you.
"You shouldn't even be here!" She yells, standing up, lifting her chin, trying her best to impose some superiority.
Ningning's worried eyes darted back and forth as they exchanged shouts.
"This is my fucking house too!" You pull away from Yizhuo's arm that wraps around you.
"Wasn't there a better place to go this time?"
Giselle exchanged glances with Karina, concern evident on their faces.
"As far as I'm concerned, that's none of your business!"
"What happened to your date with that random girl?" A wry laugh escaped her lips.
"What's your problem, huh? Don't talk about her like that!" Your tone becomes harsher.
"Or what?" She advances toward you, her cheeks flushed and brows furrowed right in front of you, her ragged breath fanning your face. "I mean... Not even someone as stupid as her would want you around." Her lips curl into an insulting smile.
"Fuck you Minjeong." It's the last thing you say, blunt, raw.
No shouting, no fuss. Just grabbing your coat from the nearest chair and getting out of that room as quickly as possible.
You hear Karina's voice call your name before slamming the door and walking down the hallway adorned only by the faded red carpet. Anger consumes you, making your body heat up and your teeth ache from the force with which you clench your jaw.
"Y/N! Wait, please." Giselle asked between large gulps of air, after reaching you on the building's stairs.
"What, Aeri?" She could see the tiredness in your posture, your slouched shoulders and drooping expression. "Did Karina send you here?"
"Karina? No." She tries to catch her breath, watching you sit on the stairs.
"Gi, seriously, if you're going to defend her, you can leave." You run your hands over your face, trying to stop that feeling.
"Nah, I don't intend to get involved in this whole thing of yours, whatever it is."
She follows your movements, sitting next to you and hugging her knees, the sweatshirt she wears practically swallows her entire body.
"It's not a 'thing', she just fucking hates me and everything I do for her is wrong."
"If you say so..." A whisper that begs to be something more.
"Look, I don't want to involve you guys in this either, I know you're friends with that thing."
"I know she's a jerk to you, trust me, we don't even know why."
"It's just that I'm tired of being her punching bag and I'm tired of having to apologize for something that has to do with her and not me."
She lets a few minutes pass in silence, just the two of you sitting in the cold night.
"You know, she gets mad when we go out and you're there..."
"Yeah, I know that well." You scoff.
"But she gets even more irritated and grumpy when you're not around." The words catch your attention, and you turn to her with a question mark on your face.
"What? What do you mean?"
She shrugs. "I have no idea, it must be because she doesn't have you to torment."
"So... Are you going back inside?" She cuts the silence once again.
You take a deep breath, the cold air penetrating your lungs.
"Nah... Go ahead." You stand up and she does the same, the low light from the hallway illuminating her bare face. "Have fun."
"And where are you going? They'll freak out if I come back and don't take you with me." Her eyes widen slightly, but she's not kidding.
"Don't worry, tell them I'll get my date."
You walk down a few steps, smiling at Giselle who smiles back.
"Okay Romeo, see you later?"
"We'll see!" You shout from afar.
It was inevitable, you tried, you really tried not to talk to her and even often avoided being in the same place, but why did you have to be the only one to sacrifice good times with your friends when she was the one who had started it?
After all, she was the one who always managed to get on your nerves.
Not to admit that it bothered you, far from it. You could handle a spoiled little girl just fine, who didn't like someone who didn't give her everything she wanted. You wouldn't be just another one at the behest of her will either.
But... Sometimes, only in the dead of night when you lay on the mattress and your mind insisted on wandering to the way she slams the door too loudly in your face and how she makes sure of saying goodbye to everyone with a long hug and a loving ‘see you later’ but walks right past you without even saying a word to you.
That wouldn't hurt you, no.
Maybe it was your fault? Maybe, at some point, in the first moments, first interactions, you did something that displeased her, said something that hurt her, and she still holds a grudge to this day, I don't know. Or maybe she's just a stupid bitch who — because she has nothing better to do — doesn't like you, yeah, that must be it.
And well, maybe it would be better this way, right? You two decisively separated, definitely distant, out of touch.
Without her presence... Without your presence.
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Morning sunlight bathes the living room of the ridiculously expensive and large apartment for a single person. Sitting on the kitchen bench, she watches her phone vibrate with the screen lit on the marble countertop.
"Aren't you going to answer?" The voice sounded at the end of the hallway, she walks towards you in delicately slow steps.
"It's Karina... I don't think I'm in the mood to be scolded." Your hands wrap around her body, pulling her towards you.
"Then we won't answer." It rings like a melody in her ears, her hand reaching for your phone to silence it.
"Thank you for letting me stay these days." You place kisses on her chest. "It won't be for long."
"Take all the time you need... You're a great roommate." You smile, feeling your nails drag through your hair. "Aren't we still talking about what happened?" She asks cautiously.
"Mhm, just some living issues." You lift your face, taking the opportunity to observe how the lights interact with her skin. "Don't worry about it."
"So... Want to make the most of the time you have left?" The smile becomes more amused, the raised eyebrows indicating her intentions.
She slips out of your arms, her hand reaching for yours, silently dragging you down the hallway to her room, a confident smile gracing her lips.
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"Are you serious? You left me hanging because you were with Shin Yuna?" The voice hisses in your ears, the heat on the back of your neck rising as soon as her hand makes contact.
The stillness projected by Shin's apartment was short-lived.
"Ouch! What's up, Karina?" You murmur, your hand caressing the red skin.
"'What's up, Karina?' That girl!" She keeps nagging at you. "We were worried, okay?"
"Yeah, Y/N. I barely slept last night!" Yizhuo felt her own face, perfect and composed like every other day, maybe even brighter.
"What? But I told Giselle to warn y’all." You complain, pointing your finger at Aeri leaning against the corner of the door.
"Don't even think about it, I warned you they wouldn't like it." She throws up her hands, dismissing the responsibility.
"Traitor." You mouth to her.
The other girls keep complaining about how stressful it was for them to fall asleep with you leaving at that time of night without leaving any more information.
"I still had to put up with Minjeong huffing in my ear the rest of the night." Ningning complains with a frown, you flinch quickly at the glimpse of Jimin's hand rising towards you again when you grimace at the mentioned name.
"Look, I'm over this, so let's not talk about her anymore, okay?"
"Are you going back to the dorm?" Ningning asks, her voice reproducing the uncertainty growing inside her, the girls' attention now on you, waiting for the nod that always comes too quickly, but not this time.
"I'm not sure, Ning."
"C’mon, Y/N… You guys are always fighting, but you always resolve things." Karina sounds uneasy about the situation.
"Correction, I always resolve it myself, I don't know about her anymore." You sigh deeply, your hand messing up your hair in an old habit. "I think maybe it's better if I stay a little distant this time..."
"This isn't going to help anything." Aeri, as always, cut to the chase. "You guys should just get it together and end this bullshit before the party."
"You will this time, won't you?" She blinks a little faster in your direction. "You promised!"
"Yizhuo... It's been a long time. I want to sleep well today." You sigh, running your hand over your face.
"If you had gone back home, instead of going to fuck Shin..." Giselle mutters in the background, Ningning crosses her arms as if that further supports her complaint.
"Damn, Aeri, if you're not going to help then shut up!" You huff as you get a second slap on your arm from Karina.
Aeri holds up her hands, flinching briefly.
"I'm just saying..." She mumbles.
"Okay, okay, I'll go." You pat your arm. "No need for violence." You murmur, glancing sideways at Karina.
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You still weren't sure what you were doing here. Aside from the half-promise you'd made to Yizhuo that she'd understand if you didn't come, and Karina's empty threats to kick you out of movie nights, nothing was stopping you from turning around and leaving.
But, well, there you were. The night chill cut through your clothes, simple enough not to attract too much unwanted attention, pretty enough not to go unnoticed. Your body, frozen and shivering, stood in front of the deck of a friend of a friend of Giselle's, making you practically family.
The house was remarkably large, you wondered whether you should go in or leave altogether, a warm house and cozy couch sounding much more pleasant than bad snacks and countless excited drunks crammed into a too-dark room.
But of course, cheap cold beer is much more tempting than reruns of programs that probably only lonely people would be watching at that time, in addition to the veiled promise of Yuna's presence.
No big deal, good friends and good sex.
We have a winner.
The music blasted, invading your ears without warning. The clearest view of the house, a huge living room, a massive sound system, glasses on the floor bumping against your feet as you unconsciously moved along the unfamiliar path.
"Y/N!" Ryujin's arm drapes heavily over your shoulders, your initial shock fading as you recognize the woman. "It's been a while since I've seen you."
"Fuck Ryujin, do you wanna kill me?" You say, putting your hand to your heart.
"Never, Yuna would kill me." She raises her hands, the playful tone dancing on the tip of her tongue.
"So, are you with the girls?"
"I was looking for them, I just got here."
"You can stay with us if you want, I was going to get some drinks." You confirm, following hers steps to the kitchen.
A few people recognized you along the way, stopping to say hello and hug you. Not to be cocky or anything, but you definitely had a reputation on campus, some made-up rumors, and other adventures you don't even fully remember, ensuring they knew your name.
The music was quieter here, open and closed cans and bottles jumbled across the marble, people huddled around the gallon jugs of liquor in the corners of the kitchen, others scattered throughout the room.
"You came!" Yuna's voice woke you up.
Arms are thrown around your neck, pulling you into a hug. You laugh at her excitement, clearly already shaken, smiling when you notice her other friends, a little further away, approaching.
"Yeah, I'm keeping my promise." She laughs with your dramatic sigh. "I'm glad you're here." You whisper in her ear, snuggling into her arms.
Her hand grabbed onto you fiercely, suddenly dragging you with her without giving you room to question, just the sight of her arm extended towards you and the sight of her familiar, modulated brown hair falling loosely down her back — all too recognizable.
"Minjeong?" You ask as she pushes you against the wall. "What is this?"
"What are you doing?" You hesitate to answer, the look on her face paralyzing you for a few seconds. "You're so fucking annoying." She huffs louder, running a hand through her hair and throwing her head back.
"Ya, Minjeong, what's your fucking problem, huh?" You forcefully pull your arm away from her grip. Your tone expressing all the frustration and exhaustion of whatever this 'relationship' of yours is.
"You're my fucking problem!" She spits in your face, her loud voice carrying over the background music. "Why are you with that girl?" She shoves you against the wall again, the impact of your back ringing with the force she applied.
"And what does that have to do with you?" You approach her, too tired to care about the way she frowns like you've committed a crime or something.
Her face contorts once more, you can't really understand what's different about her expression this time, harder than you've ever seen it in any of your many arguments.
"Fuck you, Y/N!" She yells, pushing you one last time and walking past you, disappearing into the crowd of dancing people and the bright glow of the neon lights that were bouncing around her.
"What the fuck?" You whisper.
Your eyes unconsciously search for her as you slowly make your way to your friends.
"Hey, what was that?" Ryujin's loud voice asks, offering you a cup of unidentifiable drink.
"Seriously, Ryu, I don't even know," you mutter, taking a big gulp of whatever that is. "She's crazy."
"I thought she was going to rip your arm off like that." Chaeryeong chuckles beside you, her arm slung over your shoulder.
"Yuna didn't like it at all, she kept grumbling here until Yeji dragged her to the dance floor." Lia commented.
"Thanks girls, I'll look for her." You say, finishing your drink.
Yuna, Shin Yuna. It was her you were looking for, tall, dyed hair, not her. But your eyes still sought her silhouette, as if it were an instinct, a need—something you couldn't help but want.
You squeeze through the many bodies, moving deeper into the crowd. A glimpse of her fills your vision, hair tossed from side to side, her body moving alongside a guy you'd never seen before, or at least never noticed.
Your feet are moving before you can think twice, rushing over to her. Your hand gripping her arm like she did before, she looks at you, startled at first, but soon the look of surprise is replaced by bubbling anger waiting to erupt.
"You gotta be kidding me!" You laugh indignantly, pulling her body a little tighter.
You can feel the random guy's confused look on your face, but his gaze remains on her. He opens his mouth to say something, but it doesn't take long before he turns and walks away, huffing and puffing when she stops him and waves him away.
"What is it now?" She asks irritably, but doesn't try to break the contact.
"You think you can just drag me around and then go have fun with some random guy? What's your deal, Minjeong?" Your voice rings clear even with the sound vibrating in your ears, your teeth clenched as you remember the sight of their closeness.
"Why? Do you care? This is none of your business, Y/N!" She asks even louder, her face again contorting into that new expression.
You don't look at her for long before you drag her through the party, clearing the way with your body and listening to people complain as you bump into them.
She tries to free herself from your grip, but it's useless with the way your fingers press into her skin. You climb the stairs, hearing her feet pounding firmly on the steps. The hallway was long and empty, you probably shouldn't be up there, but that didn't matter now, you'd apologize to the host later if you needed to.
"I'm tired of this shit! Why don't you just tell me what you want from me?" You press her body against the door as soon as you enter the room.
The light was warm, contrasting with the chill of the night, and cast the shadow of your body over hers. Her gaze burned into your face, her lips stretched into a disgusted expression, now nibbled by her teeth. You were too close, closer than you'd ever been, her features clear before you. The softness of her skin, her pink lips coated in a generous layer of the gloss that by this point had become her trademark.
"Say it…" The command comes out softer than it should, more like a plea than an ultimatum.
Looking into those bright eyes, the large brown irises induce an almost palpable immersive state — for a moment, you feel time stop.
The breath escapes your lungs the very second you feel her lips collide with yours.
The contact is abrupt, unexpected.
She moves quickly, enveloping your lips with hers, as if claiming every inch of them, as if she were hungry.
Her trembling hands rise to cup your face, holding it as she wants, just the way she wants. The speed slows, as if you're returning to orbit, your hands seeks she out, capturing hers waist with your palms. The heat of her exposed skin envelops yours, exchanging silent words in the movement of your bodies, in the pressure you exert on each other.
Your hands rose to her body, giving yourself the right to touch her — to feel her — holding her tightly, as if you didn't want to let go, as if you didn't want it to end because it felt so... Unreal.
And she responded, leaning toward you as if begging you to do the same, to pull her closer. The sting of her nails digging into your neck was incomparable to the heat surging through your body.
Her teeth bite into your lips, hard enough to make you moan into her mouth. She pushes you deeper into the room, your legs hitting the large bed in the center. Your body is hugged by the bed, the blankets molding to your shape. You're treated to the sight of her brushing her hair to one side, her legs rising to rest beside your hips.
Everything in slow motion, or else too fast.
The pressure of her hips on yours makes you position yourself better in bed. Few words, many glances, enough for you to confide in each other things you've never spoken about.
Your hands moved to her legs, caressing the skin exposed by the skirt, fingers tracing careful circles on her thighs, as she sealed her lips with yours again, cascades of hair falling around you, her hands rushing to remove your shirt.
She lifts herself up enough to appreciate you shirtless, her eyes roaming your torso. You catch a slight quirk of her lips, but soon she's lowered back down onto you, peppering kisses across your face.
"No..." You whisper, laughing at the scream she lets out as you turn her body on the bed, switching your positions.
Your lips move to her neck, sealing wet, hard kisses, the white skin turning red almost instantly. She gasps on the bed, her fingers running through your strands, pressing your face harder into hers.
Her legs open wider as you lift her skirt higher on her body. Her hips lift, offering themselves to you, silently asking for your attention, your touch.
You quickly remove your shirt, unhooking the clasp of her bra as quickly as possible. Your smile is inevitable when you see her like that, hair spread across the blanket, her cheeks flushed, and her wide attentive eyes never leaving yours for a moment. Her exposed breasts, pink and small, rising and falling with her anxious breathing, her nipples protruding, and her skin prickling with goosebumps.
"You're so beautiful." You can feel her body twitch as the cool tips of your fingers reach her ribs. Your hands slowly make their way to the small mounds, savoring the moment, appreciating the woman.
You wrap them carefully, feeling the firmness in your palms. She naturally lifts her torso, seeking a firmer contact, sighing, your hands close over them, you pull the flesh with your fingers.
"Please..." She whispers. Your lips come closer as you enjoy pinching her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. "Oh..." She moans softly as your tongue reaches the pristine skin, your lips closing around them, sucking them into your mouth.
Your tongue gently, soft and wet, sweeps over her sensitive nipples. Her nails scrape harder as you suck them one last time, hard, biting them just for the fun of having her try to push your head away. You release them with a pop, the sight of them glistening with your saliva and red from the bite teasing your own pussy.
She brings her own hands to them when you pull away, pinching them tightly between her fingers. She gasps into your mouth when you kiss her again, you suck on her sloppy tongue, your hand moving down her body, reaching her intimate part, still covered by her panties.
"Fuck..." You whisper into her mouth, your fingers roaming her wet flesh. She rolls her hips toward you, moaning low and high, waiting for you to fulfill her desires.
Your fingers slip past the fabric, pulling it aside forcefully. She whimpers louder when she feels your fingers touch her directly. The cold skin of your hand is smeared with the liquids she pours generously.
"Please, I..." You rub lazily through her folds, she rolls her head on the mattress, lifting her hips to deepen your contact, pathetically begging you to fuck her already. "I need it."
"Shh... Don't talk." You cup her jaw with your other hand, lightly scrunching her face between your fingers, the pout on her lips even more evident now.
You feel her slippery hole open and close under your fingertips, as if trying to suck you in. She whimpers louder as you press against her, her legs trembling gently, you can tell she's trying to control herself.
"Turn around for me." Your command is quickly met, she turns in bed, the messy blankets rustling, her smooth back now exposed to you.
You slide your hand down her back, feeling the softness and warmth emanating from her.
"You look so beautiful like this..." You leave kisses in the dimples at the small of her back, she squirms underneath, her hips rocking towards you.
You smile at the sight. Running your fingers up her firm thighs until you reach the strap of her soaked panties, you finally pull them off. She moans as she feels them drag across her skin.
She moans as she feels your hands squeeze her ass, the pale flesh covered almost entirely by your palms. You caress her, your lips sliding over her.
Your breath brushes against her goosebumps, your kisses trailing down her spine, stopping in front of her core. "Please…" She whimpers again, her whimpers cut off as your palms makes contact with her ass, giving way to a high-pitched scream.
"Do you like acting like that? Do you like acting like a slut?" You pull her long brown hair with your other hand, lifting her head so you can look into her teary eyes.
She sobbed with each thrust of your hand, mumbling your name in her tearful tone, her empty mind echoing 'fuck me, fuck me' over and over.
She squirms even more when you finally take her into your mouth, dragging your tongue along her entire length.
"Ugh... Fuck!"
You continue to run your tongue over it, feeling its viscosity flood your palate.
"Fuck... So good."
She breathes unevenly, great gusts of air coming in and out of her mouth. She lifts her ass toward you, moving her hips in your face. You hold her cheeks open, exposing her folds. The pressure of your tongue makes her eyes roll back as she grunts.
You savor every inch of her, making sure to trace each part perfectly. Your lips envelop her clitoris, swirling your tongue around it, holding her legs tightly as you suckle, making her shudder.
"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" She begged, grinding her pussy into your face, her hips stuttering whenever your teeth grazed the pulsing nerve. Her hands clutched the pillow whenever she felt the sheet drag over her sensitive nipples.
The air was thin, barely filling her lungs, not meeting her need for oxygen. She felt dizzy and weak after trapping your face between her thighs, spilling her cum onto your face, grinding herself against you slowly, chasing orgasm. You held her in place, making sure not to waste a single drop of her pleasure.
She shivers as your tongue searches for her fluids, her legs trembling and her heavy breathing muffled into the pillow, her disheveled hair partially sticking to her sweaty back.
You run your hands over her flushed ass, reveling in the sight of her tired body and the taste in your mouth. She sniffles, turning her face to look at you as she runs her arm across her face to wipe away the tears that insistently fall.
You smile at her, adjusting your position on the bed better, you lift her body, leaving her upright again.
"Y/N, I don't know if I can handle it..." She says, choking on the tears she's holding back.
"Of course you can handle it, look at her..." Your fingers roam over her aching, sticky folds again.
"She needs it." You whisper in her ear.
You stroke her again, feeling her hole twitch under your fingers.
It wasn't her fault, even if she struggled and tried to resist the urge to chase your fingers, her hips would naturally move toward you. Her mind felt so clouded, practically unconscious, hyperstimulated by the heat pulsing inside her.
"Babe, relax." You caress her ass, letting her let your fingers fill her completely.
She gasps as your fingers slowly invade her, moaning loudly as you reach her swollen, sensitive pleasure spot. Penetration is easy, the cum still dripping from her aiding the insertion of your fingers, the only resistance the contraction of her walls around you.
Her breasts and perky ass, stained with red marks, the irritated skin from the slaps, bites and hickeys you've given out becoming even more evident as time passes.
So when you support your arm with your thigh between her legs and fuck her hard, accelerating the rhythm, taking her by surprise, but not unprepared, cause she receives it so well, as if she was made for it, as if she was made to be fucked madly by you.
"No! No, please..." She screams beggingly.
She drags her own hands to her breasts again, pinching them like a whore who can't be content with just her pussy being completely ravaged, but needs her entire body to ache.
She moans loudly, trying at all costs to escape your fingers when they become too much, when she feels that all the pressure she puts with her pussy and thighs cannot stop you from invading her, taking you deep.
"Ugh! Oh, please... Fuck!"
The sound of your fingers slamming into her wet pussy mingles with her screams and moans. She soaks everything with her juices squirting between your fingers. Her body can't handle the thrusts you continue to force into her, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the mattress.
She whimpers, squeezing her thighs together as her hands come up to stop you.
You kiss her cheeks, stroking your hands over the irritated skin. You climb onto the bed, watching her body still tremble, turning her to observe the shimmering lashes above her teary eyes.
Her face flushed and wet, her eyes closed, dazed by the intensity of her orgasm. A faint, lazy smile appeared on her face.
"Are you okay?" You whisper to her, planting slow, careful kisses on her face. Your hands continue to roam her warm, tired body.
What was initially breathless and messy becomes calm, patient.
And... Right.
She runs her tongue between your lips, you can feel her sweetness as she is welcomed by your warmth.
"That's what I wanted," she admits, touching their foreheads, a single, shaky whisper, hesitant, but still...
Brave.
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winter-soldier-buck · 3 days ago
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heart by heart ♡ b.b
pt. 3
pairing: thunderbolts!bucky barnes x singlemom!fem!reader
warnings: ... another cliffhanger (i'm so sorry) and ANGSTTTTTT
word count: 4.5k
author’s note: ok, so, because i took longer to write this chapter than i wanted to i made it a long one for y'all. as always, please drop a comment or ask regarding this story if you're enjoying it! seeing what you have to say and what you're liking about it makes me want to continue writing it more 🥹🫶🏼
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Bucharest, Romania - June 2016
“Mulțumesc,” you thanked the street vendor as he handed Bucky the bag of plums he just purchased, then the two of you turned to walk away together.
“That was good,” Bucky said, making you smile. “You’re sounding less like a tourist every day.”
You scowled at him.
“I’ve lived in this city for almost eight months, Bucky. I don’t think I can be classified as a tourist anymore. Regardless of how bad my Romanian still is.”
“Can you even say you’ve been here that long when you’ve gone to a different country at least once during each of those almost eight months? The fact that your week-long trip to Greece turned into almost a month definitely invalidates that statement.”
You rolled your eyes at that.
“Aw, Bucky, you can just say you missed me,” you teased, looking up at him with a smirk.
“Maybe I did,” he shrugged and smirked right back, annoyingly making you blush.
“Whatever.”
Bucky laughed, continuing to grin as comfortable silence took over while the two of you kept walking.
He did have a point, though. You’d travelled lots since you first arrived in Bucharest and had just returned from Greece the evening prior. Each time you returned from whatever excursion you went on, though, Bucky was always there. The sense of normalcy you felt seeing him again whenever you returned meant more to you than you could ever explain. It was the closest thing you had to a feeling of home while being so far away from your actual home.
However, things with Bucky were weird.
Since meeting Bucky when you first arrived in Bucharest all those months ago, the two of you had become quite close. You’d explored the city together, grabbed drinks during nights out, and he’d even been over to the apartment you were staying at many times for those calmer nights in.
The more you thought about it, though, maybe it wasn’t things with him that were odd. It was Bucky himself who was acting strange.
Despite Bucky genuinely feeling like a person you’ve known your entire life, and him becoming someone you really cared about rather quickly, you knew nothing about him. Within a week of knowing each other, he knew your entire backstory. You shared what you did for work back in the USA, where you studied architecture and what made you fall in love with the art. Bucky even knew the lore of how you lived with your aunt because of an absentee mother and a doting father, you lost way too soon.
While getting to know Bucky, you discussed things you normally didn’t like to talk about with him because you felt comfortable enough to do so. It killed you to think that maybe he didn’t feel the same safety when it came to opening up to you.
You wanted to know what made Bucky, Bucky. How did he end up in Bucharest? Why did he constantly wear leather gloves on both hands and seemingly go out of his way to limit any physical touch? Would he ever invite you into his apartment instead of meeting you outside the building? These were all questions you wondered but never got answers to.
It wasn’t for lack of trying, either. You’d asked Bucky about his past many times, but learned during the first few months of knowing him that it was a touchy subject. He never snapped at you about it, which was relieving because you didn’t want it to seem like you were prying, but after numerous occasions of him brushing off your questions and changing the subject, you got the hint not to press him any further.
You hated that everything with Bucky felt so surface-level at the same time as him being someone you cared about so much beyond the friendship that had formed between the two of you. The fact that he kissed you the night before you left for Greece sure didn’t help the situation either.
That night played on a torturous loop inside your brain the entire time you were away. The kiss was slow, but full of pent-up need. Something you both clearly felt.
Bucky was the one who initiated it. The two of you had spent hours talking on the couch in the apartment you were renting, while sipping on the few bottles of wine you wanted to get rid of before you departed for Santorini. The tipsier you felt, the closer you mindlessly inched toward Bucky. Then, all of a sudden, there was hardly any space between you at all. The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours with his right arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. It was the most physical touch you’d ever experienced from Bucky in the months of knowing him.
The constant flirting and banter finally culminated in a kiss. One that both of you seemed to enjoy, and you couldn’t stop thinking about. However, since meeting with Bucky after returning from your trip, the kiss still hadn’t been addressed.
You hated it and knew you had to say something.
“What’s on your mind?” Bucky questioned, breaking you from your train of thought.
“Oh, nothing,” you lied, shaking your head.
Bucky raised his eyebrow skeptically.
“Doesn’t seem like ‘nothing.’ You can tell me.”
You sighed.
“It’s just- are we really not going to talk about what happened the night before I left for Greece?”
“Oh,” Bucky said, trailing off as he slowly came to a stop just before reaching the street. You stopped, too, and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “Y/N, listen, that kiss, it-.”
Bucky paused as he glanced across the street, seemingly avoiding eye contact as his posture stiffened.
“Don’t you dare say it was a mistake,” you snarled through gritted teeth, but also felt like you’d been stabbed in the gut. “I know it was just a kiss and you left shortly after, but no one kisses like that and doesn’t mean it. Y-you meant it, right? You had to mean it. Or did you do it just to see what it’d be like and not care how it’d make me feel?”
Bucky’s gaze immediately snapped back to you, disbelief written all across his features.
“What? No. Of course, I wanted to kiss you, Y/N. I don’t regret it at all. If that weren’t what I wanted, I never would’ve done it. You’re too important to me to ever string you along like that.”
“Then why are you acting so weird right now? It’s stressing me out.”
“I-,” he started, but trailed off again as he glanced back across the street. “I’m pretty sure that guy is staring at me.”
“What?” You asked and immediately followed his gaze. Sure enough, a man sitting inside a newspaper stand was staring at Bucky, who wasn’t long before starting to make way toward the man.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Bucky, wait!”
Mindlessly, you followed Bucky into the street, yelling an apology to the car that lay on its horn as they slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting you. After taking a quick breath, you scrambled to catch up to Bucky as he stalked toward the stand.
Once the man realized Bucky was approaching, he quickly abandoned the newsstand and ran off into the crowds of people all around the market area. Bucky didn’t seem bothered, though, as he reached the stand and grabbed one of the newspapers.
“What the hell,” you said as you finally caught up. “What was that about?”
“I have to go,” Bucky replied after a moment of looking over the front page. He then set the paper down and started walking away without another word.
You stepped after him.
“Bucky, stop, please. What is going on? You’re scaring me.”
At that, Bucky froze, then slowly turned to face you with a look of absolute regret.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“Sorry for what?” You asked, heart pounding. “Should I be scared?”
Bucky winced at her question, as though her words caused him physical pain and what he was about to say hurt even more. Slowly, though, he nodded.
“I have to go,” he repeated. “Don’t follow me. Don’t come looking for me. Act like we never met.”
“Bucky, I can’t just do that. Please, tell me what this is about.”
He shook his head, and you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest tear forming in his eye.
“I’m sorry. Goodbye, Y/N.”
Bucky turned to walk away again, and this time, you didn’t stop him. Instead, you blinked back tears while watching as he disappeared into the crowd, moving quickly.
You shook your head, still wondering what the hell just happened, then looked down at the newspaper sitting on the counter of the stand, gasping as you read it.
On the front page was a title stating that a ‘Winter Soldier’ was wanted for the bombing of the International Centre in Vienna, a terrorist attack that happened while you were still in Greece.
Below the title was a blurry, zoomed-in picture of Bucky.
~*~
New York City, USA - Late 2027
“Fuck me,” you whispered to yourself after making eye contact with Caleb. He looked rather handsome with his sandy brown hair styled back away from his face, and in the black, long, tailored wool coat he wore.
Unfortunately, though, your words weren’t quiet enough.
“Mommy,” Penny gasped, then looked up at you disapprovingly. “That’s a bad word.”
“I know, baby, sorry.”
“And you must be Penny,” Caleb greeted, smiling charmingly as he looked at your daughter. “I’ve heard a lot about you from your mom.”
Penny inched closer to you again as she stared at Caleb. However, she was a different kind of tense than when Bucky was talking to her. With Bucky and Yelena, she was shy and hid away. She was nervous being around new people, which wasn’t out of character. But with Caleb, she was rigid. Almost as though something about his presence made her greatly uncomfortable.
Her behaviour made you wonder what she was picking up on that you weren’t.
In the almost three years since Penny was born, you’d never brought someone around to meet her who wasn’t a close friend or family member. The very few people you had gone on a date with or talked to since putting yourself back out there again after Bucky left never went beyond something extremely casual. Meaning those brief interactions weren’t even close to being significant enough that you would want any of them to meet your daughter.
Caleb, on the other hand, was someone you began thinking could eventually become worthy of being introduced to Penny.
You were very picky regarding who knew about Penny. Given that her father was the infamous Winter Soldier, it was impossible to know what parts of Bucky’s past could affect the daughter he and you shared. It was an extra precaution to ensure her safety.
Again, though, when it came to Caleb, you thought he could potentially be given the green light to meet Penny one day. In the couple of months the two of you had been talking and going on dates, you opened up to him about being a single mom. You felt comfortable enough to share that information, and he didn’t get scared by it, which meant the world to you. That being said, despite you thinking your relationship with him could evolve into the level of significance where he and Penny would interact, you sure as hell weren’t prepared for it to be so soon.
Neither was Penny. The way she stayed tucked behind you, dead silent as she reached up to grip your hand, told you everything you needed to know.
Penny was notorious for being an incredible judge of character, but there was nothing about Caleb that made you think her being unsure of him was justified. Ultimately, you decided her uneasiness was likely a result of the overstimulation that came with meeting so many new people. It truly broke your heart.
“Oh, Pen,” you said after observing how anxious she seemed to be, then immediately crouched down and gently turned her to face you, keeping both hands on each of her arms. “You ok, bub? I’ve got you.”
“Mommy, we go home?” Penny asked, bottom lip trembling as she blinked away tears forming in her big blue eyes.
“Of course, baby. I’m so sorry. We’ll still get ice cream on our way, I promise.”
Penny didn’t respond; instead, she stepped forward and crashed against your chest as she wrapped her arms around the back of your neck. You held her close for a few moments so she could take some deep, calming breaths. Eventually, she relaxed in your embrace. However, the moment was once again ruined when someone spoke up.
“Who the hell is this knob?” Yelena asked. You snapped your gaze to her as you stood, still holding Penny, and didn’t miss how she looked at Caleb up and down judgmentally.
“Yelena,” Bucky sighed, taking a deep breath in an attempt to remain level-headed with everything going on. “Enough.”
“What? This guy is meeting your daughter at the same time you are, and you’re not even a little pressed about it? Bullshit.”
Your breath hitched, and your eyes bulged at how casually she publicly threw around the fact that Bucky was Penny’s dad. Who he was to her was something you were still getting used to being known outside of your circle, especially seeing as Bucky had only known about Penny’s existence for a few weeks.
Luckily, for whatever reason, Caleb seemed unfazed by the comment. You started thinking he hadn’t even paid attention to what Yelena said as he looked at Bucky and smirked condescendingly.
“Governor Barnes,” Caleb greeted with a tone of arrogance, making you scowl. “Er- former governor, I should say. One of the shortest governor terms in office, actually. Great to meet you.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows at Caleb in surprise, but also with silent judgment.
“Can’t quite say the same about meeting you,” Bucky quipped, effortlessly matching Caleb’s standoffish energy.
Caleb laughed.
“Unemployment must be giving you the free time to grace us citizens with your presence.”
You blinked, not knowing what to say. However, Yelena did.
“Alright, listen here, you prick,” she started and stepped forward, but Bucky quickly pulled her back.
“Don’t,” he stated firmly, continuing to look at Caleb with pure disdain. “You are?”
“Well, if you must know,” Caleb scoffed. “Y/N and I-.”
“Alright, stop,” you cut him off, then paused to adjust how you held Penny on your hip. “Both of you. I’ve seen enough toxic masculinity for one day, my god.”
“Tell me about it,” Yelena hummed in agreement as she glanced between the two men.
Bucky and Caleb continued glaring at each other, but slowly, they looked back at you. Unfortunately, you knew you had some explaining to do with each of them, regardless of how reluctant you were to do so.
“Bucky,” you started, then sighed. “This is Caleb. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months. Caleb, this is Bucky, as you already know. He… he’s Penny’s father. This is a complicated mess. However, you both deserve to know that about each other. I just- I didn’t think this is how everything would play out, but I’d appreciate it if the two of you could be civil, if not for my sake, for Penny’s.”
After your spiel, you glanced at Penny again, but she remained silent while leaning against your shoulder. Smiling softly, you leaned down to peck the top of her head before facing the others again.
Caleb remained stoic. On the other hand, though, Bucky’s hard gaze softened once again as he took in you and Penny. He nodded, then glanced at Yelena, who nodded in silent communication.
“Of course,” Bucky said once he locked eye contact with you again.
Although it seemed disinclined, Caleb nodded.
“For sure,” he agreed. “Apologies, Y/N.”
“It’s alright,” you said. “This entire situation is a lot and is way more than I thought would be addressed today. I owe each of you more explanation, but Pen comes first, and she’s overwhelmed. The two of us are going to go. Caleb, I’ll call you later, alright?”
He looked from you to Bucky, then back again.
“Sounds good. I should be going anyway. Again, I’m sorry, Y/N. If you or Penny need anything, please let me know.”
You didn’t miss the way Bucky narrowed his gaze at Caleb again, but chose to ignore it.
“I will. Bye, Caleb.”
With another nod and a quick, unreadable glance at the other two, Caleb continued on his way. You watched him go until he eventually disappeared amongst a nearby group of people. However, before you could go back to observing the other two, Yelena dramatically blew a raspberry.
“Screw that guy,” she quipped, unimpressed. “Such a, what do you call? Finance bro. Y/N, I was already judging your taste in men when it came to Bucky, but he was worse! There’s gotta be better options.”
“Can you not?” Bucky grumpily snapped at her, clearly annoyed.
You groaned and rubbed the hand that wasn’t holding Penny over your face.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement with what Yelena said. “Only ever knew true peace when I was single and didn’t even attempt dating.”
Although subtle, a look of hurt flashed across Bucky’s features at your words before he exhaled and awkwardly looked at the ground. It was evident what happened wasn’t how he thought meeting Penny for the first time would go either. Watching him caused a pang in your heart, and before you knew it, you were speaking again without even thinking.
“Bucky, w-would you like to walk Penny and me home?”
His beautiful blues were back on you in an instant as he blinked in surprise.
“If you’re free, that is,” you added ineptly. “You don’t have to.”
“I’d love to, Y/N,” Bucky replied, smiling softly.
You returned his smile, then looked back at Penny.
“Bucky’s going to walk us home. Is that ok with you, baby girl?”
Penny remained quiet for a moment, her eyes still locked on Bucky as she continued observing him. Then she lifted her head from your shoulder so she could face you.
“Ok, mommy,” she responded, making you smile even more.
“Well, I don’t want to ruin this little family moment,” Yelena spoke up, fighting a smile of her own. “I guess I won’t need to follow you for that.”
“You didn’t need to follow me at all,” Bucky corrected as Yelena began walking away.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you back at the Watchtower. It was nice to meet you, Y/N and Penny. Hopefully, I’ll see you both again soon.”
Before you could respond, she was gone, effortlessly disappearing as one would expect from a trained assassin.
Slowly, you exhaled before peering at Bucky again.
“Shall we?” You asked, shifting your hold on Penny again.
“Lead the way.”
The three of you walked further through Central Park in silence before stopping for the ice cream you promised Penny. While waiting in line at the stand, you and Bucky still didn’t say much. However, it wasn’t a dreadful quietness; it was comfortable. Penny seemed content, too. She still kept a careful watch on Bucky, though.
“This is always the hardest part,” Bucky broke the silence all of a sudden as he looked at Penny. “There are so many good flavours of ice cream, I don’t know what to pick. Do you have a favourite kind, Penny?”
Penny blinked at him, but then she smiled before giddily hiding her face against the crook of your neck.
“Oh, are we playing shy now?” You chuckled as you tickled her side, earning a series of giggles from the toddler. “You sure do have a favourite kind. Can you tell him what it is, Pen?”
“‘Nilla,” Penny responded, then looked at Bucky again, as if waiting for his approval.
Bucky grinned widely.
“Vanilla, hm? That’s one of the best kinds. I think I’ll get that too.”
Penny smiled again before squealing happily and hiding against you again, making Bucky laugh as he watched her. Your spunky little girl was back, and it was unreal to see how she already had Bucky so enamoured.
God, you were in trouble.
When you reached the front of the line, you ordered three vanilla ice cream cones. You then set Penny down so you could grab your wallet, but before you could pay, Bucky handed the vendor cash. The gesture reminded you of what he did all the time during your time in Bucharest together. Some things truly never did change.
Once the three of you had your ice cream, you all continued walking home.
You kept a close eye on Penny as she walked between you and Bucky, completely focused on eating her ice cream, unbothered by anything else going on. Well, that was actually a lie. Each time she spotted a dog, she’d excitedly point it out before going right back to licking her treat.
Bucky couldn’t stop smiling the entire time.
Eventually, the three of you reached the street where your apartment was, and by then, Penny was very relaxed. During the walk, Bucky asked her simple questions, like her favourite colour or animal, which she answered. It shocked you to see how she warmed up to him, but you knew why she did. It was because she felt safe with him, and that made your heart swell.
You continued observing Bucky and Penny interact while approaching your building, so focused on them that you didn’t even notice the commotion going on outside. It was Bucky who noticed something was going on.
“Is this your building?” He asked unsurely, facing ahead as he slowed down.
“Yeah, why?” You asked obliviously, then followed his gaze to see the people gathering out front and stopped abruptly. “What the-?”
Instinctively, you grabbed Penny’s hand. Something bad happened, and you were hit with an intense wave of dread.
A few more people exited from the main entrance to your building, some talking with one another while others were on the phone. You could hear sirens in the distance, too and already knew emergency response was on the way.
Amongst the crowd assembling outside, you spotted Gwyn and Ivy, a couple that lived a few doors down from you and Penny. The two girls had become great friends of yours in the three years you’d lived in that building, and were two very important people to Penny. You immediately scooped Penny up, then called their names as you made way toward them. Bucky wasn’t far behind.
“Y/N!” Ivy exclaimed, relief washing over her features as she tapped Gwyn’s arm and pointed to you approaching.
“And Penny,” Gwyn said, also looking relieved. “Gosh, we’re so glad you two are ok.”
“What happened?” You asked nervously.
Gwyn and Ivy glanced at each other before Gwyn responded.
“There was a break-in. Only one unit was hit, but whoever did it caused a commotion before they left. It was very obviously targeted. Police are on the way.”
“Oh, my-. Is everyone ok? Nobody was hurt, right?”
“No, no one was hurt,” Ivy explained. “But, Y/N, babe, the unit hit was yours and Penny’s.”
Your breath hitched, and your heart started racing. Entering a fight or flight mode, your mind started racing, thinking of reasons why anyone would target you and Penny. After a quick moment, you thought back to the guy staring at you in Central Park before seemingly vanishing into thin air, and your heart dropped.
“Y/N?” Gwyn asked softly, noticing how you paled.
You shook your head, then stepped toward her and Ivy.
“Could you two please watch Penny?” You asked, then passed Penny to Gwyn before she or Ivy could respond. “Keep her in the crowd of people, there’s safety in numbers. I need to go up there.”
“Wait, Y/N, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Gwyn replied, but didn’t try to give Penny back. “The cops will be here any minute.”
“This can’t wait. But I refuse to take Pen up there.”
Gwyn went to speak again, but Ivy beat her to it.
“Of course,” Ivy said. “Do what you need to do. We’ve got Penny.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, then looked at Penny. “I’ll be right back, bubba. I promise. We’ll be ok.”
Penny seemed unconvinced as she shook her head.
“No, mommy,” she pleaded while reaching for you as you stepped backwards.
“I promise, baby.”
You quickly blew her a kiss, then turned and rushed away from the crowd and toward the building's side entrance so no one would try to stop you from going inside. It killed you hearing Penny call after you, but there was no way in hell you were taking her near whatever awaited upstairs at your apartment.
A pair of footsteps followed closely behind, and you didn’t even need to look to know that it was Bucky.
“What’re you thinking?” He asked, catching up to you with ease.
“There was a guy at the park,” you explained and pressed your key fob against the reader so the side door to the building would unlock. “I only spotted him briefly, but he was watching me and Penny. I thought it was nothing, but this break-in is making me think he’s connected to it somehow.”
Bucky nodded in understanding while he went through the doorway after you.
“You always did have an insanely good intuition.”
“That’s what happens when you date an Avenger for as long as I did, I guess.”
“Funny,” Bucky responded as the two of you speed-walked through the empty lobby. “What floor?”
“12th,” you told him as you approached the elevators, and he branched off toward the door leading to the stairwell. “Unit 1204.”
“Got it. I’ll meet you up there.”
“Whatever you say, Super Soldier.”
You knew Bucky would be upstairs long before the elevator, making you feel silly for having to take it. But, at the same time, you didn’t care. There were bigger things to worry about.
A few torturous moments later, the elevator doors dinged open on the 12th floor, and you wasted no time hanging a sharp right after stepping off of it so you could head in the direction of your unit.
Bucky was there already, as expected, but for some reason, he didn’t even glance at you from where he stood in front of the door to your apartment.
“Buck?” You asked as you continued approaching, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he continued staring at the door, completely rigid. “Bucky, what is it?”
He remained silent as you got closer, which confused you more. When you finally reached Bucky, though, you got your answer for his sudden odd behaviour. It was nothing you could have ever predicted, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw what he was staring at.
Before you, carved threateningly into the wood of your apartment door, along with obvious signs of a break-in, was a large circle with a freshly painted red star in the middle of it.
The symbol of the Winter Soldier.
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pleasantlycrazyworld · 7 hours ago
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Can you do bob or Bucky or preferably one for each for my birthday 😅with a sick reader on her period whose super nauseous laying on their chest in bed and they try so hard not to disturb them but she ends up throwing up anyways bonus points if it’s accidentally on them or the bed and they comfort the reader 😵‍💫🎂
I hope you have/had a good birthday sorry it took a while for me to post this :) I did both Bucky and Bob separately in one post I hope you enjoy <3
X0X0X0
Bob---
Bob hadn’t moved in thirty minutes.
You were curled up on his chest like a cat made of pain and cramps and misery, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, shivering slightly despite the blanket. Your legs were tangled with his, and one of his arms was draped carefully around your shoulders while the other hovered mid-air, afraid to adjust even a fraction in case he made things worse.
“I can feel your internal organs rearranging,” he whispered once, just to break the silence.
You grunted. “Bob.”
“Sorry. I just--I don’t know how to help and I’m spiraling so gently right now.”
You made a soft noise of appreciation against his skin. The nausea had come and gone in waves all day, and the cramps were the kind that made you want to throw your uterus out the window. Bob had done everything--tea, heating pad, rubbing your back, letting you cling to him like a feverish koala.
But this part? The sick, sour, creeping pressure in your stomach? There was no fixing it. And he knew it. So, he just held you.
Still. Quiet. Steady.
Even when you shifted a little and he felt the telltale tension in your back. “Hey,” he said gently, brushing a hand down your spine. “You okay?” You shook your head weakly against his shirt. “I think I’m gonna—”
And before he could even process it, you pushed off his chest, barely made it to the trash can beside the bed before you were retching into it.
Bob was there in seconds.
He held your hair back, murmuring soft apologies and rubbing circles on your back while you threw up everything and nothing, the way you only could when your stomach was already raw from cramps and hormones. “Shhh, baby, I got you--I got you. You’re okay,” he whispered over and over, like it could protect you from your own body. “I know it sucks. I’m so sorry. I’m here.”
When you finally slumped against him, shaky and miserable, he held you to his chest again--messy hair, damp cheeks and all--and kissed your temple like it didn’t matter.
“You didn’t gross me out, by the way,” he added, as if you’d asked. “Just in case your brain is mean and tries to say that...cause I know it will be mean about this.” You let out a weak laugh against him. “My brain was about to say that.”
“Yeah well,” he kissed your forehead, “I love you more than my dry heaving reflex. And that’s true commitment, true fucking love right there.”
X0X0X0
Bucky---
You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up on top of Bucky--your face pressed to his chest, legs thrown over his like he was your own personal furnace. But that’s where you were. His flesh hand slowly rubbed up and down your back, his metal hand stroking through your hair with quiet, steady focus. Neither of you spoke. The room was dim. Rain tapped against the windows.
You felt awful.
Cramping, nauseous, dizzy--and worst of all, exhausted by how your body never just let you have one symptom at a time. “Hurts?” Bucky murmured against your hair. You nodded, swallowing thickly. “Mhm.”
“You feel like you’re gonna be sick again?”
You paused. “...Yeah. Maybe...Most likely.”
His hand stilled, just briefly, like he was mentally preparing. Then he shifted just enough to ease you up slightly, propping you up so you weren’t so flat against him. “Okay. I’ve got you. Just breathe through it.”
You tried. You really did. But the pressure in your gut got tighter. Your mouth watered. Your body swayed forward--
And Bucky moved fast, grabbing the small bin he’d placed near the bedside hours ago just in case.
You barely made it.
Your hands gripped the edge and you shook as your stomach rebelled, tears pricking at your eyes, humiliated and overwhelmed.
But Bucky didn’t flinch. Didn’t back away. He crouched beside you, one knee on the mattress, one hand steadying you by your back as you threw up, quietly murmuring,
“Just let it out. You’re okay. It’s alright, sweetheart. I’m here.”
When it passed, you collapsed back into him with a low groan, breath shuddering. You didn’t even care that you probably looked and smelled awful--because Bucky just pulled you closer, held you tighter.
“You’re okay now,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You blinked at him, voice small. “You’re not… grossed out?”
He huffed a soft breath. “I fought in a trench with a guy who got trench foot so bad he peed through his boot. I’ve seen worse.”
You crinkled your nose and blinked up at him.
“But also,” he said, lips brushing your temple, “you’re the love of my life. If you think I’m not gonna hold your hair while you puke and rub your back until you fall asleep, you don’t know how gone I am for you.”
You managed a tiny smile, curling back into him like you had before. This time, when the nausea came back, he already had the bin ready, and the kiss to your forehead came even faster.
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a/n: sorry guys this is a bit of a filthy one… i’m just a whore at the end of the day 😹 contains: doms!bnd ot5 x whore fwb sub!reader, perv!bnd, reader is a tease, shared gc to send nudes…, everything is consensual, mentions of: penetration (p in v), handjob, fingering, let me know if i missed anything!
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sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, taesan, and leehan who have a shared group chat with each other to send nudes and videos they take of you every time you have a go with one of them. you’re aware of the chat, but you don’t care about it enough to be added to it yourself. instead, every time you have the phone to your face, you utter out another name to tease the one you’re with. if it’s sungho, he doesn’t pay mind to you saying another one of the four names. he’s rather the type to record audios of you both, being louder than normal as his sign of when the phone’s on. he really doesn't care if you say either of the other 4's names, because at the end of the day, you're with him now, not them. with riwoo, he’s more so focused on the way his body reacts, whether it be how you swallow his dick completely or how your spits lands on his head before you jerk him off. his cursing, moaning, shaking, everything, gets caught on camera because he barely even points it towards you. jaehyun… gets genuinely upset. he whines when you say another name, rutting into you faster as he pleads you to say his name instead. and then, he ends up sending a cut video of where you only moan ‘jaehyun’, his proud text getting called out by sungho, ‘you begged her to say your name, didn’t you?’. if anyone’s the worst though, it would be taesan. his hands don’t hesitate to slap your ass before you even try, the stinging sensation mixing with the pleasure he gives with each thrust. nothing about him is innocent as he claims to be the best out of the five, and he makes sure he leaves your voice hoarse for the next one with how he has you screaming for him. and leehan… he’s a secret weapon. he hides his sides from you, revealing a new one each time, like he’s peeling off layers as he’s showing more of himself as you do the same with him. he analyzes you from everything the rest of them send, keeping note of your weaknesses and using them against you as he easily leaves you breathless with just his fingers alone. he’d also be the best kisser of them all, having you touch your lips often as you reminisce what they feel like, even when you’re with one of the others.
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yapperblog · 3 days ago
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Listen to your heart
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CW: smut, nudity, guided masturbation (male and female), handjob, fingering.
Explicit 18+ RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with that or a minor
The bass of the song playing is loud around you, but what has your blood pumping faster than ever is his warm hands on your hips, swaying you gently from side to side in time with his own movements. Yours are loose around his shoulders and luckily for him (and you) your shirt has ridden up just enough to allow him to touch your skin directly, but it is exactly what you want. The wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles and then throws his head back laughing at something you said makes you feel like the funniest, smartest person in this club. He laughs like you are the only people here, not caring if he bumps into anyone, stumbling back and trailing you with him, his hands still on you. He folds over you and your laughter matches his. You don't even remember the joke, all that matters is his warmth around you and that beautiful smile on his face.
If someone looked over at the two of you, they might think you've known each other for ages – a couple comfortable around each other, whispering inside jokes gathered over the years into each other's ears. Would they guess you've met a few hours ago outside of this club when he asked you for a cigarette?
You were leaning against a cold wall, your arms folded against your middle, when a voice broke your trail of thought. "Can I have one?" a tall handsome man points at the cigarette you are holding.
You noticed the dent in his pocket, which looked oddly similar to a pack of his own cigarettes, but you decided to engage in whatever the night holds next to him. He has a pretty smile and kind eyes, which you won't forget for a long while. When you tell back this story to your friends, laughing remembering how you met, you tell it's his height that won you over, but it's those damn eyes. Always.
"Sure." you reached for the pack and offered him one.
He lit it with his own lighter, took a drag, letting the smoke disappear into the air above you.
"I'm Joost." he said with a smile, his voice calm and confident. He reached out his hand towards you, you told him your name and shook his hand. His palm warm against yours, he held it longer than necessary, but you didn't want that touch to end either.
He keeps offering you more cigarettes, using it as an excuse to get you outside to have a proper conversation. He can't get enough of it, he wants to know more about you, hear your voice without the loud song blasting in the background.
"No way!" he exclaims after the last story you just told him.
"I promise you." you laugh and hold your hand up to your heart. "I wouldn't lie about something like that."
He sighs in amusement, it feels like he can read your thoughts the way he looks at you, it is nice having his undivided attention. As much as he loves to talk, he really listens to your answers and opinions as well. He looks at you with a calm smile adoring his face, you find it hard to keep eye contact with him for so long. "You are very beautiful." he tells you as you lower your eyes. He is bold and straight to the point you've noticed, but you like that, it makes it easy to believe his compliments. "I don't know if it makes sense, but it feels like I've known you for a very long time." he continues.
"It does make sense." you look up at him again. "I feel the same way. There is something about you," you pause trying not to laugh at the way he cocks his head to the side like a puppy trying to listen to your every word. Like it's something sacred, like you are telling him a secret only he is allowed to know. "that makes it very easy to trust you." you say, he smiles and looks to the side, seemingly getting shy or pleased with what you shared. It makes your stomach flutter that you have this effect on him.
He turns his head back to you and comes to stand closer, he takes your hand gently and places it on his chest. You can feel his wild heartbeat. "When was the last time you did something spontaneous?" he asks, still holding your hand in his own.
"Probably today, dancing all night with a stranger." you smile looking up at him.
"Do you regret it?" he asks, his face lowering towards yours, you can feel his breath only inches away.
"Does it look like I regret it?" your voice barely a whisper as you slide your hand from his chest to his neck. He brushes his nose against yours, teasing, a wide smile on his face, but makes no further move. His hands are holding you tight on your waist, that same warm feeling. You can't stand it anymore and take matters into your hands, making one more spontaneous decision you stand up on your tip toes and kiss him. He accepts it like he was waiting for it. It is not rushed, just light pecks at first, like you are learning about each other, like there is no rush, deep down both of you already know there are many more kisses to come.
His lips feel soft against yours, his perfume and mix of his natural scent enveloping you like a pleasant hug, something that is uniquely him. You deepen the kiss, a quiet moan slipping past your lips, when he presses you tighter against him and you feel a smile against your lips. Your hands are in his hair, surely making a mess of whatever hairstyle he had, meanwhile his hands stay firm on your waist, only moving to your lower back from time to time, he doesn't want to push his luck. You know you are that annoying couple making out outside of the club, but you don't care, not when he licks softly at your bottom lip, begging for more. He starts to slowly walk you back against the wall.
"Oohhhhh!!" someone exclaims walking past you. You separate from the kiss, but Joost stays close.
"Appie, shut up" a girl you saw earlier in the club nudges her elbow into a taller guy's side. "What?" the guy says rubbing his ribs. "Joost is making out with someone and I can't say Oh?"
Joost laughs and hides his face placing his forehead on your shoulder, "Those are my friends." you hear him mumble against you. You smile sheepishly at them, not really knowing how to handle this situation, you start to pet Joost's head, as he is still leaning against you when you'd rather hide too. He looks up at you, your lipstick smudged all over his lips, it makes you laugh. You wipe at his lips and he stands up straight, finally turning towards his friends.
"Hi guys." he tries to act casual, however he does seem very relaxed, you figure they are quite close friends. "How is it going?"
"Oh, you know just trying to get some fresh air and getting beat up instead." one of the friends replies.
"Don't act like you didn't deserve it. Look, you startled them!" the girl points to you and Joost and shoots you an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry I didn't expect to see Joost's tongue in someone's mouth out here."
"My tongue wasn't-" Joost starts but gives up on that sentence and instead brings you closer introducing you to them. You shake hands with his friends. Joost watches you talking to them like it's the most natural thing in the world, you are already making jokes with them, making fun of the situation you are in comparing it to something else. He watches you with a smile on his face, you joining his world – is a pleasant thought. You look back at him, he didn't try to hide you or deflect the situation. He introduced you proudly, you are thankful for that, a warm feeling blossoming inside your chest.
"Anyways, we are gonna go back inside. Won't bother you guys anymore." a girl announces loudly, then adds in a quieter tone to you only "He is a good guy." she gives you a warm smile pointing her eyes at Joost, which eases something in you. You nod and smile back thankful for this small interaction.
"Yeah, you can go back to business." Appie wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh. "Oh my god" you hear a groan. You love them already.
It is weirdly quiet now, you turn back to Joost. He shakes his head and laughs "So, those are my friends." he comes to stand closer, brushing his hand against yours, holding it gently. "They seem fun." you reply, moving your thumb against his knuckles. It is nice to be close to him, you've never been so comfortable with someone in mere hours of knowing them. Maybe it is your lucky day, maybe the stars aligned just right on this exact night.
"I don't really feel like going back in." Joost says.
"What are you suggesting?"
"Would you like to go to my place?" he asks, his hand still holding yours, it doesn't feel invasive, just reassuring.
You narrow your eyes at him, "But nothing is gonna happen today. Don't even let any thoughts get into your head." you poke at his chest with a soft laugh. His friend's phrase "He is a good guy" echoes in your mind, you do trust him. It feels easy to agree.
"I wouldn't let anything happen, even if you wanted to." he takes your hand from his chest and places a kiss on your knuckles, holding his lips there, his blue eyes piercing into yours. His answer makes you laugh, a warm lighthearted laugh, which he will seek out in the darkest of days, he can never get enough of it.
You stand on your tiptoes again in an attempt to reach his height and place a kiss on his lips. He leans into you, but as you are about to brush your lips along his, he turns his head to the side and hugs you instead. "Uh-uh" he says into your ear, "Nothing can happen, remember?"
"You are unbelievable." you hug him back.
The ride back to his place is filled with conversation, it seems you both are trying to catch up on all the years you didn't know each other in this one night. You could listen to him talk all day, soak into every bit of information, laugh at the all jokes, it all comes natural. Once in his apartment, you get comfortable on his sofa, while he brings you drinks he offered.
He settles onto the couch next to you, passing you a glass of wine, taking a sip of his own. You fall back into a conversation, you tell him about work, what you do and what makes you happy, he tells you stories from his travels, shows you photos on his phone to give a better picture. Once your glasses are empty, you fall into a comfortable silence, each other's presence being enough. You are sitting close to each other, your legs tucked under you, your knee touching his thigh, your arm resting on the back of the sofa beside his head, playing with loose strands of his hair from time to time, which he clearly enjoys, if he was a cat, he would be purring, just feeling completely content.
"You know" his warm raspy voice grabs your attention again, "I was having a shitty day, everything seemed to be going wrong." he says looking down at his hands. "My friends convinced me to go out, to get out of my head for a while, and I'm really glad I agreed."
You smile at him, "Yeah? Why is that?" you lean into a playful tone.
"I met this girl, who...I was gonna say makes me forgot about my problems, but no. She puts it into perspective, that some things are more important than others, and not worth worrying about." he finishes talking and looks into your eyes.
"I am really glad you met this girl." you take his hand in yours, putting it on your lap, reaching for more physical contact, he is being so vulnerable, you want to show it's okay and you appreciate it. "I'm happy I met you too."
He leans in to put his glass back on the table, and when he comes back his face is closer to you, "You are very pretty." he puts a strand of hair behind your ear. "How strict are you about following rules?" your voice has lowered to a whisper.
"Very strict" he licks his lips, looking at yours. Then back up into your eyes.
"Would you break one with me?" your heart is beating wildly in your chest, you try to calm down your breathing, put your hand on his chest, feeling that his heart matches your own.
"Only if it's with you."
You move to sit on top of his thighs, he scoots to sit up more straight, holding you and moving you with him. "Such a poet." you put your arms around his shoulders, his face now on your level, "I could show you my real poems later." you smile, of course he writes poems.
"Is that your way of getting girls into bed with you?"
"Is it working?"
You roll your eyes and lean in to kiss him. Slowly, just like that first time, his hands are splayed on your back, so warm even through a layer of clothes. The kiss is romantic, unbelievably sweet, but you moan in surprise when he bites your bottom lip, just a tiny bit, you can tell he likes that, when he smiles into the kiss and comes back for more. It is more urgent now, your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands, and now it is his turn to moan into your mouth. You swallow it hungrily. "Fuck.." he groans and leans in further into you, you open your mouth for him, welcoming his tongue, it is not overwhelming, he is a good kisser, uses his tongue just enough to tease. You readjust on top of him, moving your hips closer to his, and earn another moan. You could get drunk on those sounds alone. His breathing is getting heavier, and you start kissing him lower down to his neck, "You drive me insane" he manages to say, his hands moving to your thighs.
"Tell me more." you beg him, you need to hear more of what he feels.
You nose at his jaw and he tilts his head back. "You are making me feel too many things at once." you kiss along his jaw and down his neck, his hands trailing along your thighs, it feels so soft under his palms, he can't help but squeeze it. "You feel so good." he puts his hand on the back of your neck bringing you in for another kiss. It is messy, desperate, the want for each other seeping into your skin. Now it is his turn to trail kisses to your jaw, still holding you by your neck, he kisser right under your ear and it makes your breath hitch, which he evidently enjoys, as his hips buck up into you and you moan even louder. You feel so hot, your breathing uneven, you can feel he is getting hard under you, you did mean it when you said nothing is going to happen tonight, but you can feel your own arousal slick in your panties.
The thoughts keep spilling out of his mouth, like he can't control it. "I am so out of it," he says in between kisses. "I think i'm gonna cum my pants only at the sight of your tits." he bites softly where your neck meets your shoulder, low enough where your top allows it without having to take it off. "Please have mercy on me."
"What about my eyes? Are they not doing it for you?" you manage to say through your heavy breathing.
"You don't even know." he brings his face back up to yours, from his bites and kisses on your neck.
"And what if I would like that?" you say tracing his lips with your finger.
"What? Me cuming my pants?" his breathing hitches at your touch.
"Yeah"
"I am a man of my word, I said I wouldn't let you. Don't tease."
You laugh and press a quick kiss on his lips. You move to sit down back on the couch, as he adjusts his pants. You stretch and yawn. "Let's get to bed?" he asks. "Or I can take the couch, you can sleep in my bed."
"We can sleep in the same bed, Joost. I trust you."
He takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. He walks up to his closet, taking out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, then handing them to you. "I think this will be more comfortable to sleep in."
"Thank you." you take the clothes. Both the t-shirt and boxers say his name. "You are a weird guy, Joost Klein." you say turning around to change.
He chuckles, "Just try it on, it will be the softest clothes you ever put on." he turns back around when he notices you taking off your top. "I will be in the shower."
You changed, filled up water for the both of you in the kitchen and brought it back to put on each nightstand, this will help with a headache from the shots in the club and wine. You sit down on the bed, it's so empty without him. You check the time, it's way past midnight – it's the next day. Without much thinking, you walk towards the bathroom. It is the next day, you kept your promise you tell yourself. The door is slightly ajar, the warm yellow light spilling out, besides the sound of water hitting the shower floor, you hear just the slightest moan. You stop in your tracks, trying to make sure you heard it, and once again a moan, followed by a low groan.
You walk in, your eyes on the floor, not daring to look up fully. "Joost?" your voice only loud enough he would hear it. The water stops, "Hey." you hear his voice from the fogged up shower, he wipes his hand against the glass door of the shower, creating a window for himself to see more clearly. You lock eyes with his, "Can I join you?" you ask as you slowly take off your top, he looks at your movements, his eyes going up and down your body. "Yes." you can tell his breathing is heavy, matching your own. You take off the rest of your clothes, leaving yourself naked in front of the shower, when he slides the shower door open, the steam flowing towards the ceiling.
You step into the shower, his hand holding you steady, so you wouldn't fall, you sigh when he turns the water back on, the hot flow feeling nice on your skin.
"Thought it'd more convenient if we took a shower together. Save you some money on the water bill."
"So thoughtful of you." he keeps maintaining eye contact, you can tell his eyes want to take you all in, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
You take the first step closer to him, putting your arms around his shoulders, your chest pressed up against his. "Is this okay?" you ask him. "More than okay." he leans his head to kiss you, his arms wrapped around your waist. The kiss is filled with everything you want to say, how attractive you find him, he licks into your mouth and you scratch lightly at his back, which ears you a groan, you can feel it vibrate from where your chest is pressed against his. He gets bolder his hands sliding down your wet body, both hands squeezing your ass. You kiss him deeper, he likes it, his dick heavy now you against your thigh. It kicks weakly. You lean back looking at him, fully taking him in. He looks so vulnerable without his glasses, or is it the fact that you are both naked. You notice his hairy chest, your eyes following the droplets of water going down his body, the trail of hair going down to his soft stomach, all the tattoos which were previously hidden under the clothes. His own eyes are eating you up too. Having skipped the phase where you'd undress each other bit by bit, carefully, one clothing of item at a time, maybe in another universe you have taken your time, but now you are fully naked in front of each other – all this skin, all the moles you want to count, tattoos you want to ask about, all revealed in one moment. It is all too much, but also not enough at the same time. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I'm glad you are here."
"What were you doing before I joined?"
"Thinking about you."
"About me?" your hand trails down his body, from his shoulder, to his pecs, slowly sliding down, his eyes looking down at you getting darker with need. "What was I doing in your imagination?"
"You were right here. I was touching you." his hands move against your sides. He looks into your eyes and you nod, he puts his hand on your chest, cupping your tit, you sigh in pleasure, he fondles your chest, he thumb brushing against your nipple, pulling gently at it, he is hypnotised by the sight. You are glad his other arm is still holding you around your middle to keep you from falling. "What else?" you manage to say.
"I'd imagine fucking you. Turning you around, pressing you against the wall. Imagining my hand is you wrapped around me."
You take his hand and put it down, wrapping around his dick, your fingers on top of his. The muscles of his stomach jump from the contact. "Continue." you move his hand up from the bottom of his shaft, he is the one touching himself, you only guide his hand. "Fuck" he exhales when you twist your hand nearing the tip, beads of precum gliding down his shaft, make your movements smoother. You hand is slow at first, watching his every reaction, what makes him twitch. "What else were you imagining?" you want to hear his voice, it drives you crazy knowing he was jerking off thinking about you, all the day of teasing and clothed touches having him so pent up. His eyes are closed, you know he is trying not to cum too quickly. You drop your hand from where it was, but he is quick to put back where it was, right on top of his. "Please, don't stop" he opens his eyes, looking at you, his hair is wet, drops of water gliding down to his shoulders. You smile and move his hand faster, holding him tighter, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to the tip. His mouth is close to yours, he is breathing heavily, and you drink it all in.
"You are so pretty, Joost." you watch his face screw up in pleasure.
"Say it again." his other hand comes up from your waist to the back of your neck, making sure you are right where he wants you, close to him. "Say my name again."
"Joost." you say and continue your movements, alternating between fast and slow, twisting your wrist. You look down, his tip is a pretty shade of red, swollen, delicious droplets keep coming out, you can tell he is close, the way he is twitching in your hand, when your own thumb glides along the pulsing vein.
He tilts your head up and catches you in a heated kiss. It is wet, messy, both of your breathing heavy. He bites your lip, trying to show how much he wants you, how much you are driving him crazy, meanwhile your hand on top of his is not stopping. Gliding along the sticky cum, "Such a good boy for me" you say into his lips, he moans and you kiss his neck, his chest, along his tattoo Thanks for today. You will have to make sure to really thank him for today. When you feel like the kisses are enough, you bring your free hand to his balls. His voice cracks into a whimper, and he leans to put his hand from your neck to the shower wall behind you. You massage his balls, they are heavy in your hand, he is panting into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, moaning in between.
It is all too much, "I'm close" you hear him say. "Fuck." his stomach is tense, you can feel your own arousal almost dripping from your core, getting off on his sounds and reactions. You move his hand away, now it's just you jerking him off, you feel the soft velvety skin under your palm, his other hand is now on your hip, he is looking down at you, into your eyes, down your body, at your hard nipples, begging for his attention.
Your palm rubs against his tip. "Yes, just like that." he mouth drops open, he bucks his hips into your hand, imagining it's your tight pussy. You move your hand faster and faster ready to make him cum, his hips moving in time with your hand. One last "Ah", his hips stuttering, he crashes his lips into your and you feel him pulse in your hand – warm, white ribbons of cum covering your hand, your stomach, some falling into the shower drain. You continue pumping him, he moans your name when it gets too much, you give him one last glide, when you feel him soften in your hand, his breathing heavy, head dropped on your shoulder.
"That was..." he whispers. "Insane." he bites your shoulder and looks up at you with a smile. You bring your hand up to your mouth, licking off his cum, looking into his eyes. You let go of your finger with a pop, he takes your same finger and puts it in his mouth, you feel his tongue licking around. "You've been so good for me." he says, his arm wraps around waist firmly, pushing your back against the wall. Still holding your hand, he slowly guides it down. "Let me make you feel good." he brings your hand in between your legs. "Please." you nod.
"Tell me to stop if we cross the line." he tells you, although the line has already been crossed, but you agree with him.
He brings your finger in between your folds, guiding it slowly, he feels your slick arousal on his own fingers too, "So wet." he whispers, as he is leaving open mouthed kisses down to your chest. "Watching you masturbate was pretty hot." you confess with a soft laugh. "Oh, you did more than watch." he moves your two fingers to your clit, making slow circles. You are loud, not ashamed, you have been ready for any sort of touch since the begging of the night. "Now it's my turn to play." he wraps his tongue to your nipple, licking it gently, feeling the pebble on his tongue, it makes you gush around your own fingers, the pleasure building in your lower stomach. He moves your hand along your folds, and he wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking it, he teases your finger around hole and pushes in. He is breathing heavy into your chest, nibbling gently, it makes you yelp, it is all so overwhelming, knowing it is your finger, but he is controlling the movements, the speed, which has increased now. "More, Joost. Please." you plead, your head thrown back against the wall. This is definitely not saving his shower bill at this point.
"More? What do you want?" he brings his head back up to yours.
"I want you." your brain is a mess, you can't think straight.
"My dick? My fingers? Hm?" you look at you. "Maybe my mouth?"
"Yes." you reply nodding.
He laughs. "You'll cum on my dick later, I promise, schat. In the meantime.." he moves your hand away, replacing it with his own fingers. His are much bigger than yours, you stretch around his two fingers, a loud moan escaping your lips. "Good, ja?" he asks watching your face. You nod feverishly, "So good."
He moves slow, finding that stop inside you, that will make your knees buckle, your mouth drops open suddenly, eyes screwed shut as you scream his name, he starts curling his fingers around the same spot "There it is" he says quietly to himself. "Yes, cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers." He is now pistoning his fingers in and out, the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. "I can't wait to have you loose yourself on my mouth." his movements never stopping, he says into your ear, he has you caged in between himself and the wall, he feels to be everywhere. You try to keep your volume down, hoping his neighbours can't hear you screaming out his name, but it is impossible when he makes you feel so good just with his fingers and voice in your ear. He feels you clench around his fingers. "And on my dick." he kisses your neck, leaving little bites in his way. "Under me." he kisses down your chest. "On top of me." more kisses. "Whatever you want." he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks. His hand must be cramping at this point, but he doesn't care, not when he has you making these delicious sounds. You wrap your arms around him, your legs shutting tighter on his arm, your pussy clenching around his fingers, orgasm rolls through you, your eyes screwed shut, leaning into him. He fingers you through it, only stops when he feels you push away at his arm.
"Good girl" he kisses your temple.
"Okay, now let's actually shower real quick."
You are tucked in into his bed, his arm around you, you feel tired but good. What a day it has been. You feel his steady breathing beside you. He smiles at you, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he can't stop looking at you.
"I thought smoking might ruin me, turns out it was leading me to you." he whispers and brings you even closer to him.
You place a quick kiss on his lips. "Write that down."
"Hm?" he slowly opens blinks his eyes open, his mind already half asleep.
"Write that down. Could be a good lyric." you say and he laughs softly.
"Good night."
"Good night."
You are already fighting yourself not to say I love you.
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llamagoddessofficial · 20 hours ago
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Reading that headcanon post has me acting up- Specifically sobbing over the idea that he calls you "girlfriend".
He's too precious and i don't doubt him, but see my angsty vision:
With him being an insect-like creature, ancient and more primal than not, his understanding of the world and it's secrets is probably different from human comprehension. He understands human language the best he's learned through the years and years of just watching, he might try to understand feelings too but he experiences them somewhat differently... so... To him "girlfriend" means something way stronger than what an actual girlfriend is for humans but what if you question that? What if you insist he's just confusing you with a meal? You insist he doesn't love you, he only wants to play with you as prey or a toy or a pet. And the worst part? Is that by the point you figure he's that old and powerful, you've grown fond of him, way too attached even if he still spooks you sometimes. You've tried very hard to understand how he actually sees you but every time you describe a concept like "girlfriend" or "wife" he seems to agree but he also describes it as "more". He's grown to learn how to tone down his visceral descriptions of absorbing your entire being to become one with him forever so you never leave him... And that first description still hasn't left your mind. Sighhh, thank you for coming to my tedtalk...
AAAAAAAAGH
If you told Rav you're afraid he only views you as a toy, I don't think he'd be all that surprised. But I do think he'd be a little heartbroken. He tries so hard for you - working to express himself in ways you can understand, mimicking behaviours he hopes will get his affection across. The fact that it isn't enough... it stings. He really really wanted you to see him.
He understands that you'd have doubts about his feelings. It makes sense. He's an eldritch beast that showed up at your door one day and wouldn't leave. Who wouldn't question his motives? Who wouldn't worry that he might hurt you? For him, the line between loving something and consuming it is very thin - perhaps completely nonexistent. How do you know which side of the line he falls on? How do you know he (an insect by nature) even feels love? Who wouldn't fear that, given how long-lived and intelligent he is, this is some elaborate performance, and you're just one in a long line of prey who never got to warn each other because they all got eaten...?
He'll try to explain. Explain that you're special, that he'd never eat you because then he can't make you laugh, that just because he's difficult to understand doesn't mean he's lying. But even so, after that, I don't think you'd ever see his true form again. No more centipede - just Rav. His nature clearly frightens and confuses you. The less he can remind you of what he really is, the better. Does part of him still hope that one day, you'll be able to see the real Rav again? Yes. But not today. Not for a long, long time.
He gets cuddlier. He wants to squish you and forget everything. Monsters get insecure too.
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thankschef-blog · 11 hours ago
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dating carmy headcanons
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carmy doesn't need to speak when he comes home from work anymore, you understand what he needs— usually a hug then a shower. he trusts himself to you completely most days, letting you half-carry him to the couch, then the shower, then to bed, all the way until he passes out in your arms, content and peaceful for once.
carmy sometimes feels like cooking is only routine for him now and not his passion, only to be reminded that no, he absolutely loves this as he watches you taste one of his new recipes. he bickers with you, all playful and lighthearted, about how you should be eating it, quizzes you on the spices he added and gives you gentle bites when you get them wrong. on another note, he's noticing that you’re getting more and more wrong, all with a smile on your face.
carmy sometimes invites you to the beef near closing, on days where he feels like his head won’t explode immediately after cleanup, just for you to crawl up on his lap while he does paperwork. he knows he stays too long sometimes, too focused on making sure the place doesn’t go to shit, but he also can’t stand the thought of being away from you every time.
carmy learns that even when he doesn’t invite you, you’ll show up if he’s there after midnight. he lets you drive him home (after a good amount of complaining) and take care of him.
carmy isn’t sure how to express his love for you, verbal affirmations feel like they’re not enough, not compared to how much you mean to him. so he cooks, parts of your personality is somehow always in dishes. he draws. you, but also things that remind him of you and leaves them in your living room.
carmy thinks he controls himself well until the next morning when he sees the line of love bites from your neck to the insides of your thighs and flushes extremely red, babbling on about how he’s sorry. he’s not sorry, because those marks never fade and even seem to multiply.
carmy stays between your legs for hours, you practically have to physically pry him off when it’s too much, he listens to your overwhelmed mumbling with a huge, dazed smile, his face covered in your arousal. bonus points for when you tug him back up by his hair because that is when he’ll let out a desperate whine and press his mouth to yours hungrily.
carmy gets offended when you think he won’t want visible love bites, he will get teased, but he also will tell people (mostly richie) to fuck off. he now regularly sports marks on his neck (and torso and thighs, but that’s not for anyone other than you to see).
carmy holds your jaw with his hand as he fucks you, just so you don’t hide your face and those pretty sounds that spill out. his thumb is half pulling your bottom lip and half in your mouth to keep it open.
carmy tries to keep his eyes on your face, he really does, but they keep trailing down to the bounce of your tits, to your squirming form, and before he knows it, he’s dipping his head down to leave marks all over your chest, letting out obscene noises.
carmy hugs you tight afterwards, then his hands rub over your legs to comfort the shake before he eventually picks you up to carry you over to the shower. he’s tired himself, but somehow that’s forgotten when you’re letting out small hums and whines as he cleans you up in the shower. safe to say you have to clean up all over again before getting out of the shower each time.
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idk what this is. are these even headcanons? should some of these be turned into blurbs? am i just daydreaming about dating him? who knows!
thank you @uzmacchiato for the dividers !
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bucketsofmonsters · 2 days ago
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A Matter of Time - Chapter 9 (Final Part)
Timothy Timepice x Reader, Timmy x Reader
Slow burn, Gender neutral reader, Afab reader, scheduled sex, loss of virginity, oral sex, vaginal sex, blindfolds, dom/sub
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“I really think we need to get the timing down,” Timothy said hesitantly, looking intently at the paper he had in front of him that was covered in times and different line items, with little allowance for variance in any direction. 
“I’m telling you,” you said, doing your best to sound patient. “Scheduling an end time like that is going to make you anxious and you’re not going to be able to perform well. Nothing stresses you out like time pressure will.”
“Maybe nothing stresses you out like time pressure, but I think you’ll find I was built to work on a schedule. The only pressure that might apply is the pressure of trying to move around all willy nilly with no timing put in place. Nothing reduces stress more than knowing exactly when something will occur.”
“And when things don’t go according to plan?” you pushed, trying to force him to see that this was a bad idea. 
“I would never allow that to happen,” he scoffed. “I am a clock, after all, my dear. And I do not run late.”
What Timothy was scheduling, of course, was you first sexual experience together. 
You had thought he was joking at first, but you should have known better. When you’d told Timmy about it he had almost hyperventilated from laughing so hard, leaving some rather impolite and mocking sticky notes on the wall under their clock, where they had taken to leaving them to communicate to each other.
You had thrown them out before Timothy could see them. He was already nervous enough without mean notes to egg him on. 
“Have you ever even had sex before?”
His nose scrunched up slightly, a telltale sign you had been right in a way that he was not pleased with. “It’s a moot point. You had never made a schedule before, when we met.”
“Yeah, and you know what I did? I deferred to you, the person with more experience."
He rolled his eyes. “Did you? Or did you simply forget and decide to pawn the responsibility off on me.”
You winced. “I didn’t think you knew about that.”
“You are not so subtle as you think you are. And I am not quite so foolish as you seem to think I am. Another point in my favor, I think.”
You groaned. “Timothy, this isn’t a sport, we’re not tracking points.”
“Hmm. Sounds like the protest of someone who is losing.”
You were ready to start smashing your head into the table. “Fine. Make your schedule and give it to me when you’re done. I’ll follow it, but do not blame me when you are a stressed out mess.”
“I think you will find that that will not be a problem, thank you very much.”
And that was what had led you here, with your boyfriend (or suitor if you listened to the stupid words Timothy had taken to) handing you a sex itinerary. 
“This is so stupid,” you said as you read it over. “I cannot believe you’re actually doing this.”
He did not seem deterred by your lack of enthusiasm. “Is it alright? I gave us 5 minutes to talk before it began, in case you had notes or preferences.”
It was not any of the specific events listed on the sheet in front of you that you had an issue with, but instead the idea of having a sex schedule, so you just shrugged, telling him it looked fine. Or, at least, as fine as it could be. 
Your orgasm was scheduled before his, at the very least. 
You sighed. “Fine,” you said, moving forwards, ready to help him out of his clothes and give this ridiculous thing a shot. 
He stopped you. “I am meant to get erect a minute before we take off our clothes.”
He paused and you knew immediately it wasn’t going well.
“And how is that going?” You’d expected this plan to fail, but failing at the first hurdle like this just felt cruel. 
“Give me a moment,” he said, something verging on anxiety tinging his voice. “I still have 45 seconds left to become erect, it is more than enough time.”
It did not, however, appear to be more than enough time, with Timothy just growing more anxious by the second. 
You watched him, annoyance shifting to pity as you watched him begin to panic. 
Who hadn’t been here, really. Overplanning for their first time, trying to account for every contingency. Doing anything to make it a little less of an unknown, a little less intimidating. Make it seem like you knew what you were doing, like everything was under control. 
But the schedule was not the way forward, made evident by the way Timothy was staring at his crotch angrily, brows furrowing in barely perceptible anxiety as his schedule began to implode. 
Because a schedule wasn’t what he needed. You’d known that, but he’d needed a little more proof, to try and fail before he believed you. 
That was fine. That just meant you’d do it your way. 
“New plan,” you said, dragging Timothy’s attention to you. “Sit on the bed and wait for me.”
“But that’s not in the sch-”
You shot him a warning look that shut him up, leaving him scrambling onto the bed. 
You, however, turned your attentions elsewhere, looking for something that would suit your needs. 
When you turned back, Timothy was sitting on the bed, looking very nervous. He had his hands folded in his lap, his back perfectly straight as he sat at attention, waiting for whatever you said next. 
You walked up to him with a tie in hand, making sure to move slowly and let him take you in. You sat on the bed beside him, leaning towards him as you held up the tie in front of him. “I’m going to blindfold you, okay?”
You handed him the tie, letting him take stock of it, allowing him to get familiar with it now, while he still had his sight. 
His brow furrowied in confusion. “Why would you do that? How am I meant to keep track of the time then?”
You chuckled. “I fear that’s the point, you won’t be able to. I think it would be good, for you to give up control a little, not know what’s coming. No planning or keeping track of the minutes or trying to focus on how you think it should be going. You wouldn’t be in charge of what is going to happen or when. We don’t have to, of course, but I think it might help you get out of your own head.”
He mulled it over silently, running his fingers along the soft fabric of the tie. “Alright,” he said, handing it back to you. “I trust you.”
You pressed a kiss to his temples before lifting the tie, making sure to cover his eyes securely while also leaving it sitting comfortably around his head, nothing too tight or pulling at his hair. 
You pushed his jacket off his shoulders and his breath hitched at the unexpected touch. You kept your hands pressed against him as he calmed again, making sure he knew where you were, hands shifting to dip below his shirt and touch his sides, feeling his breaths under your hands. 
As he settled down, you moved once more, this time shifting to unbutton his shirt, your movement slow and intentional. 
Timothy stayed very still as you manipulated him, clearly too unsure to try moving when blind like this, putting all of his trust on your hands. 
Before long, you had his shirt unbuttoned and were throwing it to the floor in an undignified mess that you were sure Timothy would not approve of. 
He lifted his hips a little, clearly prepared for his pants to come off next. Instead, you cupped his crotch, pressing down gently. 
A surprised gasp escaped him, hips falling back to the mattress. Your hand followed him, and you could feel him begin to harden underneath your touch. 
He seemed overwhelmed, his hips twitching minutely in either direction, as if his body couldn’t decide if the sensation was too much or not enough. 
It took no time at all for him to reach full hardness, which you took as an unequivocal sign that your methods were superior to Timothy’s. He certainly didn’t seem to have any complaints, happy and pliant under your firm hand. 
When you pulled away, no longer palming him through his pants, he whined at the loss, head shifting like he was trying to look at you to no avail. 
You did not leave him hanging for long, shifting to unbutton his pants, not bothering to pull them all the way off, instead only shifting them and his underwear down, his cock popping up eagerly. You were glad you’d been with Timmy this morning. It meant you didn’t need to bother stretching yourself out and were instead able to seat yourself suddenly and without warning on his cock. 
A strangled gasp escaped him, his hands flying down to grab your hips, his grip almost bruising. 
His words came out stilted, sounding almost like you’d knocked the air out of him. “You’re so warm. How are you so warm?”
You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He tried to chase you, clearly wanting more but unable to find you with his sight stolen. 
“Another one?’ he asked hopefully, and you clenched around him, enamored by how sweet he sounded.
“Depends. Are you going to come inside me in 5 seconds if I kiss you? Because it seems like you might.”
“I don’t care, please,” he whined. He was putting on no affectations; pure, genuine desperation dripped from his words. 
You found yourself unable to deny a request like that, kissing him again, deeper this time, giving him time to sink into it. 
You rolled your hips, moving on top of him as he sat still, clinging to you like a lifeline, leaning into every touch like he needed it. 
From then on, the kissing never stopped, not really. Every time you tried to pull back he was chasing after you, clumsily and blindly seeking that affection. The closer you both came, the messier it got, eventually closer to you panting into each other’s mouths than kissing, but still he wouldn’t let you pull away. 
You focused on what felt best for you, sinking up and down and rolling your hips to hit whatever spots felt best. Timothy did not seem to need any further assistance seeking his own pleasure, every movement you made drawing happy noises and firm grips from him. The way he was holding you, you couldn’t go anywhere even if you wanted to. You were sure it would leave marks. 
You were also sure that he had no idea he was doing it, his mental faculties gone, replaced with pure sensation. 
You knew he was truly drawing close when he began rolling his hips in line with you, his prior stillness fading away. 
You chased your own orgasm as fast as you could, sinking onto him to perfectly hit that spot inside yourself until your back was arching into him and you were riding waves of pleasure. 
And then you were pulling off of him completely, Timothy’s confusion and upset clear in his desperate noises and the way he tried to pull you back close to him. 
You managed to sneak away from his grasp, pulling back so he was no longer touching any part of you and he once more had no idea where you were or what you were doing. 
Unbeknownst to him, you shifted down the bed until his cock, red and weeping, stood in front of you.
The noise he made when you took his cock in your mouth was just as desperate as he’d sounded before. 
He reached for your head and then pulled back, like he didn’t trust himself, pressing his hands firmly to the sheets. 
You did your best to comply with his clear wishes anyways, sinking as deep onto his dick as you could, bobbing your head up and down to mimic the pace you’d set before. It was a shorter cock, something you were grateful for now, able to take it almost completely to the hilt with no sensation of gagging. 
Instead of grabbing for you, Timothy’s hands now reached for his own legs, clearly needing to touch skin, his nails digging into the meat of his thighs, barely visible above his shoved down pants. 
You hummed around him and his back arched, a whimper escaping him. 
You looked up at him, eager to see if he was as wrecked as he sounded, and you locked eyes. This seemed to be enough to push him over the edge, his hips rolling minutely as he came into your mouth. 
You worked him through it, swallowing around him as he came, pulling another loud cry from him. 
When his hips finished rolling, you pulled off his rapidly softening cock, not wanting to overstimulate him his first time. That was something you’d ask about before doing. Maybe next time, though, you mused. He did make such wonderful noises.
You shifted back up to the top of the bed, sticky and gross and utterly exhausted. The sheets were ruined, but when were they not these days? You really needed to get back-up sheets. 
“You alright?” you asked, brushing his hair out of his face, making sure he could feel where you were. You were unsure if he would have as hard of a comedown as Timmy tended to. It certainly had been nowhere near as rough, and you had been nowhere near as mean, but you were conscious of the fact that this was his first time. You were prepared for however he might react. 
He seemed largely content. As soon as he got a sense of where your arms were, he sunk into your embrace, cuddling against you happily. “More than. It was wonderful. Is it always that… all encompassing?"
You laughed, running your hand softly up and down his back as he purred happily against you. “You mean overwhelming?”
“I suppose. In a good way, though. Can things be overwhelming in a good way?”
“It seems like they can.”
“Hmm. I’ll take your word for it.”
“Speaking of, what have we learned today?” you goaded. 
He sighed dramatically. “I suppose, sometimes, you are right. On occasion."
You laughed. “You’re lucky you aren’t this combative during sex, I can be far meaner than I was with you.”
Timothy hummed. “Is that why sometimes when I come to after you’ve…” he paused, making a face that showed his clear distaste on the subject. “Spent time,” he decided on, “with Timmy, I find the oddest marks on myself.”
“I do my best to avoid bruises,” you said defensively. You thought you were pretty aware of who Timmy shared his body with and tried your best to avoid any difficult reminders. 
“I found a bite mark on my thigh the other day,” Timothy shot back. 
“In my defense, he deserved that.”
He smiled ruefully. “I would never protest that little rat being given a taste of his own medicine. If anyone could use some corporal punishment, it is that scamp. You will never believe what he said to me the other day.”
You decided not to mention that Timmy was in no way opposed to any of the ‘punishments’ you doled out to him. If anything, you had to talk him down from most of them to spare Timothy the soreness. 
“I thought he was being nicer,” you said. You’d mostly ceased trying to censor the two of them, but you’d heard decent things and it seemed they were getting along just about as well as they could.
“We were. I suspect he wanted something.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Oh, I know exactly how he was acting then. You can never trust him when he’s too nice.”
“I’m learning that. What a backwards little creature. How you stand him, I have no idea.”
You chuckled. “I don’t know, I think he’s alright.”
A shudder ran through Timothy, his hair standing on end as the shaking spanned through his whole body. 
And then he began to affectionately nuzzle your shoulder and you rolled your eyes. “Hello Timmy.”
“Why has master blindfolded Timmy?” he asked.
“I have not,” you said, playfully ruffling his hair. He leaned into your touch happily. “I have blindfolded Timothy and you have decided to crash our party.”
His mouth fell open and his eyebrows shot up, just barely visible over the top of the blindfold. “Timmy did not know Timothy could have fun.”
“Oh shush, be nice. It was a big day for him.”
“Timmy is being nice!” he insisted. “Timmy is always nice. 
“That’s not what he said,” you responded crossly.
Timmy smiled coyly, slipping through his innocent demeanor. “Timmy doesn’t know what master is talking about.”
“That’s it, get over here,” you said, grabbing at him as he tugged off the blindfold and slipped away from you, running off with a giggle, but not before looking behind him to make sure you were chasing him. 
Surely Timothy wouldn’t mind a few more bruises. Timmy deserved them, and clearly wanted them, with the way he was acting. 
You were sure it would be fine. You were defending Timothy’s honor, after all. 
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scuderia-eunoia · 2 days ago
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✰ remember the letters | KA12
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starring: kimi antonelli x reader (blurb) in which: you see your past looking at you in the crowd. pushed on by regret, melancholy, or everything unsaid, you approach him. wc: 0.5k words includes: angst, exes, implied miscommunication, breakups. english is not my first language! warnings: none notes: no one cares but its my first day today!! and this is kind of a self-indulgent vent thing bc i was scared of running into my ex today, so i wrote about what it would be like. kinda. its really short and really bad (i think) so um. enjoy (?)
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It’s almost cinematic, the way he spots you through the crowd. You lock eyes almost instantly as if you were always made to find each other. Even in the chaos of the students shuffling all around you, the cacophony of questions and confusion slowly eating the both of you whole— you navigated through it all and walked toward him.
He did, too. Like some rift had opened up in your distance, and it was leading him straight to you. Two completely different people, torn apart by their own choices, make the decision to find their way back to one another again.
You still remember the letters. All the nights you spent reading dried ink on paper, trying to understand the meaning and weight of the written words. It was pain in cursive, months of yearning just sitting in between your fingers.
Hey, This is my 32nd letter to you. It’s July 23 today, Tuesday. Your favorite bakery is pretty busy, and I don’t know why; I think they started selling those cookies that you liked again. If this was several months ago, I’d have offered to buy you some. But since it’s the present... I don’t think I have the right to do that anymore, do I? It’s been 11 months. You could practically say that it’s been an entire year at this point. But I still miss you. I still think about you, whenever I look at something, or pass by a place we used to go to... Even now, I still find parts of you in my room, if I dig deep enough. I don’t want to call them leftovers. To me, these lingering memories of you... they’re here for a reason. And I know that sounds stupid, because you’re probably never going to return— but even if that were the case, I think that these things are more than just pieces of you that you forgot to take back. You didn’t leave them here. You gave them to me, and made them a part of who I am. Just like how you gave color to my life— even if you left, these shades were never meant to be erased. I don’t want to sound like some poet— that’s your thing. All I’m trying to say is that I miss you. I really do. Milan isn’t the same as it used to be without you. Today was the first time I was able to visit your favorite bakery— that’s how I found out about the cookies. I’ve been avoiding it because I thought that maybe you were avoiding me, and that if I just didn’t show up for a while, you’d turn up eventually. But that clearly wasn’t the case. I’m running out of guesses on where you are, or what you’re doing. Whatever it is, I hope you’re okay. Kimi
You’re not sure when the crowd had eventually dispersed, and that you were actually looking up at him now.
His eyes held an expression you couldn’t quite describe with just one word; it was filled melancholy, happiness, and a kind of longing that you’ve never seen before. The past year changed him, you realized, and he was different.
In a lot of ways, he was the same. But the biggest difference was that he wasn’t yours anymore.
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Not really sure what the point of the Monica storyline was, it feels like we came out of it still barely knowing anything about her relationship with Bertha and their overall family dynamic. Also really hated George and Larry laughing at Bertha when inviting Monica was first brought up.
Hello anon thank you for giving the excuse to rant about this!!
I did suspect Monica was going to be underused - every guest star basically is because the season is not long enough to support an arc for them, and I would be shocked if any new face besides Hector and The Future Mr Peggy Scott William (and family) gets more than 1-2 episodes of screen time. I do so wish that we had, if not the 20 episode seasons of ye olden days, then at least 10-15 to let some part of this show breathe a little more.
As for what we do learn, I think you can force more out of it than there is in the words on the page, since the gilded age is good at giving you a huge amount in the crumbs of Tone Of Voice or A Shared Look or even just looking up something to give yourself the historical context. Bertha and her family history is obviously a great example of this - the hint of Irish ancestry, the tiny fragment we know about her mother seeing Bertha as a vehicle for her dreams, her long view of their family's rise from the very start of her and George's marriage.
To me it was like... Their mother had two daughters and, for whatever reason, she chose Bertha as, if not The Favourite, then at least the one that she put her energy into. Bertha didn't learn the more controlling aspects of herself from nowhere, so you can assume that their mother likely chose her clothes and dictated her movements to a similar degree (though maybe less extreme, since they were - most likely - working class, and Bertha would certainly not have had the education Gladys had in a governess/etc). It would be impossible, I think, for the sisters to not be in conflict and resent each other in some way growing up (why can't you see what mother and I are trying to achieve For Our Family vs why can't you guys be happy with what we have), the kind of things that wedges itself deep in your soul, and I feel like we do see that on display in the episode - not in screaming fights like they might have done in their youth, but the constant prodding at one another: why don't you want a nicer dress to impress someone important vs why do you care so much about Meaningless Things. You can see the gap growing even wider as they got older and their mother died, that last point of connection gone (and now she'll never see either of them "win", so their tug of war will never be over).
But as with most backstories in the gilded age, if you don't want to actively seek it out and think it over, the show can fit the basic and very boring reading that Bertha is a stuck up bitch and her kind sister Monica has always been happy with what she has.
Which brings me to what I really want to talk about: this is maybe the cruelest the Russell family has been to Bertha in the show's run.
I am not unsympathetic to Gladys here, it's a tough position (made tougher by agreeing to the engagement! And thinking she could rely on George, who for narrative purposes the show needs to be shockingly ineffectual here), a devastatingly sad historical reality for a lot of young women in that time period, though as Marian points out again and again in this show when people think to ask her opinion: finding love in the 1800s was no guarantee that you would have a happy or secure life (a thing still true today, really), and that there were plenty of arranged partnerships where people made the best of it and made themselves happy because of it (which is clearly JF's position on the dollar princesses, given this and Cora DowntonAbbey). I'm glad that from what I have heard about her arc in the second half of the season that she finds some measure of happiness, and her refusing to come out of her room is the least bad of the Russell family in this episode.
As for the others...
I hated George laughing with Larry, yet another example of George getting to have the kind of relationship with his kids specifically because Bertha can't, because he never has to be the bad guy with them (even with Gladys, he frames it as not being able to stop Bertha, putting the blame back on her, as though they don't live in the 1880s). George and the kids constantly get to trade isn't Bertha being so ridiculous looks, and it honestly makes me so sad, to think of her being so isolated even within her own family, to never get to be brought into their jokes, to always be the opponent in some way.
It also lets him wash his hands of his role in the family. George clearly views him being a Good Dad as the thing that really shows his moral character (and not, you know...his terrible factory conditions and brutal way of doing business), and he's so obviously resentful that he can't so cleanly be The Good Guy here that he's taking it out on Bertha. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's the 1880s. If he didn't want the marriage to go ahead, it wouldn't. Between this and his play out west, he's taking out every insecurity and frustration on Bertha, every trait of her's he's spent two seasons admiring now made to be a glaring fault in her character. It is, in a word, unfair.
And with Larry inviting Monica... Just what was that supposed to achieve, besides him trying to humiliate Bertha? There is a difference, I think, between being a protective older brother, and just being cruel to someone you do not like and this was the latter. Making Bertha uncomfortable in her own home does not protect Gladys. Humiliating Bertha in front of people she's trying to impress does not help Gladys. Having someone else to roll your eyes at when Bertha says or does anything does not help Gladys. I do not believe for one second he was motivated in any way by wanting her to be there, which makes it not only cruel to Bertha but also pretty rude to Monica. How would you like to be invited to a wedding as a joke on someone else?
On top of all of that, any and every scene of Bertha trying to impress someone and getting nowhere with them, because to them she will always be the potato picker's daughter in a fancy dress and nothing more, it just breaks my heart. Bertha is never trying harder than she is in those moments with Mrs Astor or Lady Sarah and it will never be enough. And Monica sort of reinforces that, doesn't she, as they look around at the wedding - the beautiful decorations, the place packed with beautifully dressed well to do people, all here to celebrate Bertha's daughter - and her sister says it's nothing. All her work is nothing to the Lady Sarah's of the world and to the Monica's. She will not get in above and they will not let her in below, and so it is her, isolated and alone forever, always grasping, always hoping that, next time, maybe you'll get it right, maybe that's the time it will really and truly work.
I know so many people seemed to have finished the episode feeling like Bertha was Unforgiveable, but honestly after episode 4 I feel more sympathetic to her than ever.
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dragonnarrative-writes · 11 hours ago
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GhostGaz Week Day 3 - Chastity / Sharpshooter
CW: Kink discussion (?), a lovers' (?) quarrel (!), Manic Pixie Dream Ghost (derogatory), Heterosexual (?) Price, an actual acknowledgment of rank, this was weird to write but also fun
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Simon can feel eyes on him, but it was almost inevitable in as close quarters as they’ve got right now. The safe house is practically a shack. The bathroom doesn’t even have a door, for fucks sake, so the four of them were about to learn a lot about each other, one way or another.
He gives himself a shake and swipes himself dry with some toilet paper before saying, “’s rude to stare, Garrick.”
Kyle jumps, and his eyes dart up and away. “Sorry, sir.”
“Not a word to Soap,” Simon commands, zipping himself up.
“No,” Kyle confirms. His eyes dart down to Ghost’s crotch, then back. “No, sir.”
“Good lad.”
By supper, everyone’s seen more than enough of each other. They’re all curled up around their MRE’s with little to say beyond grunts. Soap takes first watch. It’s probably less about letting them get some shut eye and more about avoiding making eye contact with Price after whatever made him shout something Simon doesn’t care to have translated. The Captain himself retreats to the back room. Which leaves Simon with Kyle in the front.
“...So,” Kyle starts.
“Fuck’s sake,” Simon groans, scrubbing his hands over his mask.
“Your dick is locked up and I’m supposed to not say anything about it?” Kyle hisses, looking around to make sure they’re alone. He scoots his chair closer and says even quieter, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone else, so excuse me if I have a question or two.”
“I’m not seein’ someone else,” Simon grumbles. “’S just somethin’ I do, sometimes.”
“You expect me to believe-” Kyle leans in, incredulity dripping from every word. “that you just lock your cock up, sometimes. On missions. Just because?”
Simon tries, and probably fails, to keep the defensiveness out of his voice. “It ‘elps me shoot.”
“It helps...” Kyle puts his face into one of his hands. “Simon.”
“Fuck off.”
Kyle takes a deep, steadying breath, visibly counts backwards from five, then sits back and asks, “Okay. Is it a sex thing?”
“No.”
Kyle relaxes, fractionally, and nods. “Okay. Fine. So now that the mission is over, you just... take it off?”
Simon clenches his jaw and considers jumping out the window. Eventually, he admits, “Price has the key.”
The other man throws his hands into the air. “What the actual fuck, Riley?”
“Was doin’ this long before you,” Simon growls. “It works for me, it’s not interferin’ wi’ anythin’. Drop it, Sergeant.”
“You don’t get to pull rank just because you don’t want to have the conversation, Lieutenant.”
“Watch me.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s real mature.”
“What do you want me to say?” Simon snaps. “I’m supposed to stop doin’ somethin’ that makes me better, keeps the whole team safe, keeps you safe, because you want to be exclusive?”
“Keeps me safe?” Kyle scoffs. “You give Price control of your dick to keep me safe?”
“He’s fuckin’ straight,” Simon points out, with a sneer. “Which you know, you fuckin slag. I wasn’t your first choice.”
Kyle rears back like he was slapped. “Excuse me?”
With a wince, Simon looks away across the room. He bites the inside of his cheek and resists the urge to dig himself a deeper hole. Kyle’s never acted on his little crush on the captain, told Simon so at the beginning of this thing they started doing, shit, almost eight months ago now.
Puppy love, he’d called it, one night, curled up with Simon in his bed. It had felt good to be recognized, given more responsibility, to have someone like Price believe in him. But that’s not what he wanted in a partner, he’d confessed in the dark. He wanted to be something other than the Golden Boy, needed space to be vulnerable in ways a man like Price wasn’t really built for. And then he’d kissed Simon like his life depended on it.
After ninety seconds of silence, Simon grits out. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’ta said that.”
“Perhaps,” Kyle says through gritted teeth, “if Price is your first choice, we should just end things here.”
“That’s not-” Simon huffs a breath. “There’s nothing between me an’ the captain. I give ‘im the key before wheels up, ‘e gives it back sometime after debrief. We don’t talk about it. ‘E probably knows what the key is, but... it’s not a sex thing.”
“Oh, so I’m the only slag in this conversation?”
Fuck. “You’re not a slag. I’m a wanker an’ an arsehole. I didn’t think this was... anythin’ we’d ‘ave to talk about. Not like this. Not.” Simon crosses his arms and tips his head to stare at the ceiling, then makes himself look Kyle in the eye. “It keeps me focused. It’s a pre-mission ritual I figured out a long fuckin’ time ago. Not doin’ it isn’t an option at this point.”
Kyle’s jaw works for a moment. Then he blows all the air out of his lungs and says. “Like the mask.” He sighs. “Okay.”
“...Okay?”
“Okay,” Kyle repeats, crossing his own arms. He glares, fit to burn a hole in the table. “It... You scared me. But... Look, I know how touchy you are about the mask. Can’t blame you for being the same way about your prick. If you say this isn’t a... a sex thing... it’s not a sex thing. Sorry for pushing.”
They sit in tense silence for a few long moments. Simon tentatively reaches out to touch the back of Kyle’s hand with gloved fingertips. He doesn’t get a response, at first, but the whole argument is about just how he keeps himself sniper still. So he holds position, keeps light pressure. Eventually, Kyle turns his hand up and catches two of Simon’s fingers with his own.
(The next day, as they prepare to leave, Simon catches Kyle by the wrist. “Wait. You were jealous. Do you want to do it as a sex thing?”
“Not the time, Lieutenant,” Price grumbles, getting into the driver’s seat of the truck.)
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angeliyuu · 20 hours ago
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heeeellooooo is this. is this here where i can order a bouquet?? because i'd like one for phainon... with roses, baby's breath and snapdragons... you can wrap them up with a ribbon. actually wrap him too while you're at it. tie him up and throw him out--
alright. please and thank you <3
in which the guy you've known since childhood seems to be unable to sit still for five minutes so you can both study for a project. TAGS. childhood friends to lovers, college au, study partners, the adhd puppy phainon comes out mb, y/n jumpscare, height difference, dudes stop pining for each other. WORDCOUNT. 1.5k words. ANGELICA. woah woah woah, tying phainon up? kinky... i see you.. put him in the prettiest blue ribbons to match his colour scheme (have you ever noticed that phainon & mydei's colour schemes compliment each other's home?) I DID ORCHID INSTEAD OF ROSE I KNOW SOBS the little shop of carnal blooms & delightful buds event.
"can you sit still?" your voice is blunt albeit hushed under your breath, wary that the two of you are still very much sat at the centre of the campus library. phainon is opposite you, textbooks splayed across the small workspace and leaving you with little room to do your own research; it's always been like this, in fact it was the norm now. blue eyes flicker up from his scribbled notes to give you a sheepish smile.
"we've been in here for hours, y/n," he mumbles, folding his arms over the science textbooks in front of him before resting his head on them, groaning tiredly, "can't we, i don't know, go see the sun for a bit?"
"we've been here fifteen minutes- and you can see the sun from here?" you scoff, tapping your pen against your phone screen as it displays the time. to phainon, that's fifteen minutes too long. in his mind he's already withered away, his soul crossing the river styx as he sits there, unable to take a single bit of information in.
he's been like this for as long as you can remember. you had met on the school yard in elementary when you fell off a piece of climbing equipment - thankfully not enough to do more than scrape your knees - and phainon had offered a hand to you with that big, stupid grin on his face. so welcoming, so loving like he was cradling you in his hands at all times. he was like a shadow following you around throughout every year at school, only growing taller and seemingly more impatient.
phainon has never liked studying. it's bewildering really, his grades are astounding, usually at least near the top of his classes and aiming for a masters degree. he has no room for complaint, there's no top for him to reach when he's already there - maybe that's where his dislike for studying comes from. during class, he absorbs information like a sponge. one of phainon's amazing knacks is his ability to be listening, even if he doesn't look it. he's observant, too observant for your liking as he notices every minor detail about you, right down to the way you style your hair or the rings on your fingers.
you've been put on this project together, minus two other friends who couldn't join you quite yet because of classes - castorice and mydeimos. you knew if they was here, phainon would have no choice but to sit still and buckle down, helping you in some way that didn't give you a headache.
"this is all old news though- mitochondria? it's the powerhouse of the cell, we learnt this in high school," phainon grumbles as he lifts his head to browse the textbooks around him. they're opened on different topics, none of them really related to each other. you consider he probably just opened them at random to look busy, "none of this is interesting."
"we're giving a presentation to hypothetical high schoolers, it's supposed to be basic level stuff." phainon isn't really listening to you. he is but he isn't, it makes sense to him. the words went in, they processed in his mind. yes, he knows the whole point of the project is to give a presentation to hypothetical high schoolers but he can't help but notice how pretty you look today.
the day phainon had first met you, he'd barely been attending the school for more than a few days. he'd transferred from another school, prompted by the move his family made thanks a job opportunity for his father. when he'd stood before the class to introduce himself, a little bag of nerves in front of strangers, he'd first seen you. you was shorter than him, almost delicate but you stole his heart then and there without even saying so much as a word to him.
he found you so pretty, comparable to seashells and the way sunlight reflects on rippling water. you could be blinding if he looked for too long, too dangerous for his heart and mind. it's been like this for years and yet phainon has never grown the nerve to tell you. he struggles to stutter out a flustered compliment when you dress up nice or do something sweet for him - you've become a sucker for making an extra lunch for him because he's always forgetting his own.
phainon knows if he holds it in any longer he might combust but how on earth is he supposed to tell you? hey y/n, i've been really in love with you since we was kids, wanna date? no that's too forward... he's barely heard you utter a word about relationships or crushes except for fictional men or celebrities, what if he was reaching too high this time? he was on top of his academics, scoring high exam results that satisfied him so why wasn't he satisfied with how things was with you right now? why was there this burning desire to have more?
he catches himself when he realises he's been staring at you silently this whole time but your head is in a textbook, completely unaware. his leg bounces under the table and he almost thinks he gets away with you not noticing the bag of nerves he's become but his leg brushes against yours and you lift your gaze, quirking a brow. phainon's heart is racing, thudding so loud he thinks it might give him a headache- and there's this ringing in his ears, he swear he doesn't have tinnitus. oh fuck, you're speaking.
"what's going on with you today? this stuff should be a walk in the park for you." you point out, gesturing to the numerous open textbooks. phainon grimaces mentally. the problem was his behaviour wasn't cemented to just today, he's been like this for years but thankfully, he can pass off every other time with an excuse. the moments you catch him so irritable aren't occasional enough for you to be wary and catch onto him, always just laughing it off with that warm chuckle that feels like a hug.
you wish he would hug you. he has hugged you before and it felt like bathing in the sun on a warm day or getting into bed when it's cold out, enclosing you in safety. he makes you feel safe. his laugh has always flustered you but he's never clocked it, it almost makes you laugh yourself. his laugh brings joy, it's contagious and there's a fluttering in your stomach you can't stop. phainon is so observant, so smart and yet he's never truly noticed the effect he has on you. maybe he was just so used to it, he thought of it as normal behaviour.
"can we talk?" he finally chokes out, twiddling his fingers nervously in front of him. you want to remark with something witty, cocky but phainon doesn't usually get this way out of nowhere. you nod, slow and deliberate as you wait for him to continue. phainon knows he has to get it out, to take a chance while you're listening, "i've liked you- i mean i still like you but i've liked you for a really long time, it's ridiculous how stupid i've been keeping it in for so long but-"
he's rambling, babbling words subconsciously in a flurry of flustered confessions but you're still hooked on the first three words that left his mouth. i've liked you. for how long, you almost blurt out but you reel it in, your own leg simultaneously bouncing under the table. now the pair of you are fidgeting, your legs brushing together and you finally realise after all these years just how much you mirror each other's behaviour.
"i like you too." you respond quietly, cutting him off before he embarrasses himself any further. he had been getting louder with the nerves, earning himself a few side eyes and weird looks from around the library. phainon's face changes immediately, going through various emotions; processing, surprise, relief and joy in seconds. his eyes sparkle just like sunlight on water, a familiar grin spreading on his face.
if phainon was an animal, he'd be a puppy. you've told him countless times when he fidgets, unable to sit still. at times you can almost picture him with the ears and a tail that won't stop wagging, yes it fits him all too well. so you like him too? what a relief... now what? he supposes he should ask you on a date, maybe you could catch lunch together after this? you always get lunch together but maybe this time it could be different?
his thoughts are cut short when dainty hands place on your shoulders from behind, castorice leaning down over your shoulder with a knowing look and smile as mydeimos pulls out a seat beside phainon. he flops into the chair, his backpack slung on the floor and his legs spread. mydeimos seems just as knowing as castorice, nudging phainon with his foot.
castorice takes her seat in the last remaining seat at the table, placing her bag down gently before glancing between the two of you, "so.. we're not interrupting anything, are we?"
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kgirlgroup-stan · 1 day ago
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Y/n POV
The sun was setting as me and Jiu laid next to each other on the couch. I was watching tv and she was on her phone. 
It was out of nowhere that Jiu sat up, startling me a bit. 
"baby, we should do this." she smiled at me, and leaned against me to show me her phone.
"what is it?" i asked as i focused on the screen in front of me.
"so basically, its a little fun couples game. Were we have to put our faces really close to each other and stay like that as long as possible and who ever leans in to kiss the other person first loses, what do you think?" she paused the video and looked at me with anticipating eyes.
Even if i wanted to, i could never say no to her. "Seems easy enough, i know i'll win so." i shrugged my shoulder as she rolled her eyes with a grin.
"mmhm sure, lets see if you could resist these lips." she leaned forward and i couldnt help but look at her lips as she came closer. Just before our lips touched she stood up with a smug grin.
"Imma go get the camera." she winked as she left into our bedroom. I sighed as she disappeared from view, this was not going to be easy.
I sat fully up and made space for the camera, which we got for us to capture memories and just our journey together. 
Once she came back, we set it up, make sure it was recording before she explained to the camera what we were doing. 
I couldnt help but admire her as she spoke. She then turned around and looked at me. "you ready?"
 i nodded with a soft smile. "actually wait, can we touch?" i gave her a smirk and bounced my eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes with a grin, "yes we could touch, just no kissing, anywhere. whoever does, loses." I nodded my head understanding what she was saying, then it began.
We silently look at each other for a while. Jiu was truly a beautiful women and forever grateful that i have her in my life.
"your so amazing, you know that?" i leaned my hand to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.
She blushed as a shy smile rested on her face. "your pretty great too." we just continued to stare at eachother like a couple of idiots.
She then placed her hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips, which made me glup a bit, she knew my weaknesses. She wrapped her hands behind my neck and played with my hair.
My hands made its way to her waist and brought her closer to me. "i really love you." i took this moment to look deeply into her eyes. She tilted her head, bashfully , "I love you too."
I brought her closer to the point that out noses were touching, just ever so lightly. Both of our gazes made their way to each others lips. I felt my own breath start to get heavier. 
"a-arent you a bit to close." her hands had made their way to my shoulders again, gripping my shirt. 
"isnt that the point." My thumb rubbed her waist gently.
Her tongue came out to lick her lips, which made me smirk. " what trying to resist?"
She scoffed and looked into my eyes. "i have more self-control, unlike you." She came even closer and with one hand cupped my jaw, tilting my jaw up a bit.
All i could do was let out a low hum as my hands moved on their own. One on her ass, the other on her thigh, making sure she was staying that close to me.
She smirked and tapped my jaw with a finger and tilted her head teasingly but not backing away from me, "watch you hands baby."
My eyes snapped to hers, my breath getting a bit more rough, my gaze telling her everything i was feeling. "remove them then." But she didnt instead she held my gaze before it got to much for me.
I leaned in and kissed her lips. She gripped me harder and we continued. I flipped us so now she was under me laying down as i was on top of her, never once seperating our lips. I pulled back and kissed down her jaw. 
Soft noises kept leaving her lips but before i could get any lower, her hands grabbed my face back to hers to kiss her but this kiss was more gentle than before. We seperated slowly and a grin filled her face.
"i won." I rolled my eyes and kissed her again. "You act like i could truly ever resist you." i kissed every part of her face.
"i know,....you could never resist me." she teased and captured my lips again.
I'll forever show Jiu how i feel about her, because for me there is no reason to resist the person that you love, so don't.
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