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sevsgiirl · 16 hours ago

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— sevika being needy when you’re mad at her

synopsis: sevika has very good self control, and she doesn’t usually cave in to most situations that bother her, but you giving her the silent treatment? well, that’s a whole different story.

note: this is just another sevika drabble because I can’t get the thought of her being needy out of my head.

sevika is straightforward. she doesn’t have the time nor patience when it comes to silent treatment, if she has a problem with someone she goes out of her way to tell them without sugarcoating it. romantic partners included.

there are perks to it but there is definitely a downside as well because oftentimes she can be too blunt for her own good.

you know she doesn’t mean it when she accidentally hurts your feelings or says something that catches you off guard, but then again you’re still human. so whenever you two end up disagreeing with each other, you try to be as understanding of her perspective as much as possible. but sometimes it doesn’t always work.

“where are you going?” she asked you late one night when she catches you dolling yourself up in your bedroom.

you spared her a glance from your cracked vanity mirror before rummaging through your makeup bag “I’m gonna go to the bar just to meet up with some friends. I’ll probably be back in two hours.”

you were expecting her to agree because you barely go out anyways. sevika could be a bit jealous and possessive but if there is one thing she isn’t, it’s controlling.

that’s why you were taken aback when you catch sight of her shaking her head on the mirror, a scowl on her face “no.”

you were quiet for a moment before you swiveled around to face her.

“excuse me?”

“I said no. it’s late. had you gone out earlier today I wouldn’t have minded but it’s dangerous to go out this time of night and I’m not gonna let you especially when you’re all dressed up like that.” she said.

you honestly couldn’t believe it as you stood up “well, if you’re so worried then you can just come with-“

“it’s a saturday and silco’s been on my ass the entire week. I was hoping we’d use this night to just unwind and stay in.”

you chuckled, a bitter sound “so wait, I can’t go to the last drop because it’s late but you can especially if it’s about work?”

“it’s not about where you’re going, it’s about the time. you can go out tomorrow morning or the afternoon but it’s 9:30 for crying out loud.”

“you’ve got to be kidding me. sev-“

“I’m not arguing with you.” she reprimanded “I mean it. you’re a grown adult and I got into a relationship with a grown adult. so I don’t get why you’re acting like a fucking child.”

perhaps it was the stress of her job getting to her that made her speak that way towards you, but you’d be lying if you said her harsh words didn’t get to you because they did. making your eyes well up but you refused to let her see you cry, instead you just shoved past her and into the bathroom where you took your makeup off and got undressed.

and she was glad you gave into what she wanted… or so she thought.

truth be told, she didn’t think much of what she said because in her mind she was just looking out for you. sure, if she thought about it she might’ve sounded a little harsh but it wasn’t personal. she just tends to be strict especially to those she cares about.

however, she didn’t think you’d take it to heart. that’s why in the following morning when she was cooking breakfast and heard the bedroom door open, she was surprised that instead of walking up to her and giving her a morning kiss like you always do, you aimed directly for the bathroom and slammed the door shut on your way in.

she couldn’t mask her surprise because not only did you ignore her, you didn’t sit down and have breakfast with her first. which is something you always do before showering and heading off to work.

“aren’t you going to eat?” she asked with a frown when she saw that you were already dressed and were about to head out.

without missing a beat, you replied in a dry tone “I’m not hungry,” before walking out of your apartment, again no kiss on her cheek or a goodbye. leaving her standing in the dining room alone, dumbstruck.

she thought you’d snap out of it soon but it only got worse when two days had passed and you still haven’t exchanged at least three sentences with her.

it was just the occasional ‘no’ ‘I’m fine’ and ‘nothing’s wrong’ even though you hadn’t been talking to her through dinners and had your back turned to her when you slept. no cuddling, no kissing, just pure silence.

sevika thought she was about to go crazy.

usually, she wouldn’t give in to this kind of pettiness but there’s only so much of you withholding affection from her that she could take before it started affecting her.

she didn’t even know what she did wrong but if she had to take a guess it was probably when she didn’t let you go out to meet your friends. but come on, really? she was just looking out for you.

but of course, she had to set her pride aside, and so without you expecting it, she cornered you while you were rummaging the fridge trying to find something to eat - not noticing her broad figure looming close behind.

you jumped when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around you “what the-“ you begun wiggling out of her hold “sevika, what are you-“

you were silenced when sevika nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck and only tightened her hold on your waist.

“can you please stop ignoring me? I’m sorry, okay? whatever it is I did, I’m sorry.”

it took you a second to process her words but when you did, you just rolled your eyes “you don’t even know what it is that you’re apologizing for.”

“is it because I didn’t let you go out to meet your friends the other night? I’m sorry but I just didn’t want you to go out while it was late. you know I’d never boss you around-“

“sev, it’s not that.” you sighed “it’s about the comment you said afterwards. about me acting like a child?”

she was quiet and you shook your head “it was such a shitty thing to say. I could’ve understood where you were coming from but you know how I hate it when people talk down on me and you’re the last person I expected that from.”

a pang of of guilt shot right through her chest when she realized her mistake, because you were right. perhaps she should’ve been more careful with how she phrased her words because no matter how much you two disagree on certain things, her intention is never to hurt you.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” she placed a soft kiss on your shoulder “you’re right. it’s my fault. I was a dick. maybe it’s because I was stressed but that still isn’t a good reason to have talked to you like that.”

you were about to make a snarky remark when out of nowhere, sevika dropped to her knees in front of you and pulled you forward by your hips. looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes and it was like all your self restraint flew right out the window because here she was, your big strong intimidating girlfriend who’s feared by many, acting needy and desperate for your forgiveness.

“I’ll do whatever it takes, just please stop with the silent treatment.” she said, lifting your shirt up to kiss your tummy and you let out a shuddering breath “please baby, I’m sorry. really I am.”

you bit your lip, taking her jaw in your hand as you examined her face “who would’ve thought you’d be the type to beg?”

she looked down sheepishly and you couldn’t help but laugh, amused.

“but fine,” you said, leaning down to kiss her and you made sure to slip your tongue in, making her groan because this was the first time in three days that you gave her any sort of physical affection.

so she didn’t stop not until you two found it hard to breathe.

you smirked “since you asked so nicely after all.”

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covenofagatha · 3 days ago

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Hii, can you please do the second part for Professor Agatha x athlete student, where Agatha uses her connections in order to help y/n to deal with the abusive coach? Maybe he pushes y/n to swim again on the next day, but Agatha appears and stops him. After it, she uses her connections in the sport administrative department, so they would offer y/n a medical disqualification from the team, because after seeing a doctor it turned out that she needs to get a surgery too? The university will pay for the surgery and y/n will keep the scholarship to finish her degree but she is not on the team anymore. At the same time her relationship with Agatha grows. Can you please include a smutt scene with dom Agatha face sitting?

(The first part was super! Thank you!💜

(I know it's a big request, but huge thank you in advance if you write it!)

Heyyy sorry this one took so long 😅 thanks to everyone who asked about it and got me inspired to write the second part

Swimming into her arms (part 2)

Part 1

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: face-sitting, oral, praise kink, masturbation, fluff

You need surgery.

The doctor is saying other things but it’s all kind of a blur now. The words surgery and torn meniscus and six to nine months for total recovery swirl around your head and make you feel dizzy.

“You okay?” Agatha asks, gently patting your leg. She somehow had connections to a great orthopedic and they were able to get you in the same day.

The two of you still hadn’t exactly talked about what happened earlier on the couch. It was haunting every conversation, every simple touch.

At least for you.

The ever-feared, stone cold Agatha Harkness had kissed you. Eaten you out. Made you come all over her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say to stop yourself from thinking too much about the memory, lest you get turned on again. You clear your throat. “When will I be able to swim?”

The doctor purses his lips and your stomach drops. “With a tear this bad, it will be months before you can even start light physical activity. To get back to your level of practice, six months at the earliest? And that’s if it heals correctly.”

You blink tears out from your eyes. There goes your scholarship. College as a whole. Maybe even Agatha, too.

And now you have to pay for surgery on top of it?

“Um, if I hadn’t swam yesterday,” you ask, voice wavering, “would it still have been this bad?” You pray more than anything that he says yes.

He frowns and Agatha stiffens next to you. “Based on what you said happened in the weight room about just landing on it weirdly, that wouldn’t have done enough damage alone to make it almost a complete tear. My guess is that the swimming and the walking after made it a lot worse. Mostly the swimming.”

You feel like you’re going to throw up. Because of your coach, your entire life is ruined.

He gives you a brace, pain pills, and crutches so you don’t have to put any weight on your leg and schedules your surgery for a week from tomorrow.

You hobble to Agatha’s car with your professor in silence. You can tell she’s deep in thought, while you are just angry and hurt. She opens the door for you and helps you lay your crutches in between the seat and the console so you can get in.

“I’m going to talk to the athletic director,” Agatha finally says. “Tell him about what your coach did and see if they’ll pay for your surgery. And then I’m giving your coach a piece of my mind.”

You laugh but it sounds hollow. She reaches over to squeeze your forearm.

“You’ll get through this. I promise and I’ll be there for you.”

“What’s going to happen to him?” you ask softly. You know you shouldn’t care and you are furious with him, but there’s still some mixed feelings.

But not for Agatha. She scoffs and says, “With any luck, he’ll be fired and never allowed to coach again. He shouldn’t be, after he put you in danger like that. It’s not okay.”

Seeing her like this again makes warmth bloom in your chest. “Thank you,” you say softly, “for taking me to the doctor, for yesterday—for all of it.” You know you will have to call your parents and tell them, and you’ll have to tell your friends and your teammates and your coach, but for right now, it’s just the two of you in this little bubble.

Would it be too much for it to stay that way?

Agatha’s hand moves from the gear shift to rest on the center console, next to your hand. Her pinkie brushes against yours, like she wants more but won’t take it.

“I’m really sorry about all of this. I know how hard you work and how much effort it takes to be a student-athlete. I’m really proud of you.”

Even though her words are nice, you still laugh bitterly. “I’m not a student-athlete anymore, thanks to my asshole of a coach.”

She turns toward you, face stoic. You finally notice that she still hasn’t put the car into reverse to back out of the spot. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

“I…I don’t know,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Deep down, the truth rings out inside you: you were afraid what he was doing was actually bad and she would say something to the school. It’s ironic now, that maybe if you had opened up about him, you might not be in this situation.

It was easy to use humor to deflect how badly he treated you. But if you were forced to confront it, you weren't sure you’d be able to keep it together.

Agatha sees the reluctance written plainly on your face. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

You shrug. “I mean, yeah, he’s mean. He told me that I was damaged goods and no one was ever going to want me, he’s called me a toxic ringleader before, he said I was a difficult person to get along with. He constantly tells me that I’m not good enough and that I never will be.” Your nose stings and your cheeks twitch but you force down the emotion. “I fucking hated stepping onto that pool deck. Everyday, I just knew he was going to tear me apart. If there was a bad set, I just knew he was going to be on me, telling me to go faster and work on my stroke but nothing I did was ever going to be enough. And I—” Your voice cracks and you break off when you realize that Agatha is staring at you with so much sadness in her eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says. One hand comes up to cup your cheek and you look away.

“I used to really like swimming,” you tell her and tears gather and sting. You swallow roughly. “I used to really like it and now I hate it but now this is it. I’m probably never going to get back to the level that I’m at right now, and will I even want to get back in the pool after this? He just—he ruined it all and I’m going to fucking miss it.”

The realization is a dagger stabbing you in the heart and you feel your cheeks dampen, taste saltiness on your lips. Agatha pulls you in for a hug and you ignore the jutting of the console into your ribs because it’s the only sort of comfort you have right now.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters into your ear. “I’m so sorry.” She strokes your back and it’s hard to believe that just a few hours ago, her mouth was on you and you were feeling so good, instead of this soul-crushing numbness.

The two of you stay like that for what seems like an hour and when you finally pull back because you don’t want to get snot on her shirt, you see her looking a little glassy-eyed too.

She sniffs and puts the car into reverse and the drive is silent on the way to Agatha’s house as you contemplate what you’re going to do next. You only have a semester and a half left in college, maybe you can scrape together your tuition and you won’t have to drop out. Hopefully your parents’ insurance will be able to cover most of the surgery and you suppose you’ll be able to get a job in your free time now.

When she pulls into her driveway, she quickly gets out and jogs over to your door to help you. It’s not easy with the crutches and you have to awkwardly maneuver them over your body to hand them one-by-one to Agatha. You then have to rotate in the chair and put your good foot on the ground first before gingerly resting your other toes down, keeping your knee bent just a little. She assists you in positioning the crutches under your armpits and then you slowly but surely follow her up to the porch with her looking back every few steps to make sure you’re okay.

Getting up and over the threshold of the door poses a little problem so Agatha takes the crutches from you and grips one of your forearms while you do almost a little hop to get up into her house. She gives you an encouraging smile as she returns the crutches and then you make your way into her living room.

She points to the couch—the same couch where she went down on you and your cheeks heat up—so you obey and sit down, swinging both legs over the side to lay horizontally. Agatha is typing on her phone absentmindedly so you stretch to the other side of the couch, grab a pillow, and pack it under your hurt leg so it’s elevated. The brace is uncomfortably digging into you and your skin is sweating underneath and you rack your brain for anything the doctor said about being able to take it off.

Agatha still isn’t paying attention to you and you’re fairly confident that it won’t mess it up even more, so you unstrap the velcro, unfasten the straps, and your knee can breathe again.

The adrenaline, and maybe the pain pills, have begun to wear off a little and your joint starts to ache. It’s not as intense as earlier, but it’s a dull throb that spikes through your body and leaves you shifting in hopes of relief.

You’re about to ask Agatha for a bag of ice when she lifts her phone to her ear and spares you a glance. She looks stern at first, but once she takes you in, her face softens. You give her a smile that she returns before you hear a voice on the other line.

Her face instantly fixes into her teacher glare. “Hey, Dave.” Your stomach turns. She must be talking to the athletic director, Dave Herron. “It’s Agatha Harkness. I teach at Westview. Listen, I need to talk to you about one of the swimmers on the team.”

She pauses and pinches the bridge of her nose with two fingers, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Agatha gives you another look and purses her lips before waving a hand at you and stepping into a room off to the side, the office, you’re presuming. You meet her eyes one last time before she closes the door.

There’s only tidbits from the conversation that you’re able to hear now, and if you were in a better condition, you would go stand right outside the door to eavesdrop. But for now, you’re stuck with piecing together the fragments.

“No, you need to do something about this!” she hisses. “...the doctor said practice made it worse…no, she tried! He wouldn’t let her…the things he’s been saying to them—to her…and now she’s going to be punished…”

It warms your heart to hear her standing up to the athletic director for you, but you also hope she doesn’t get in trouble for going to all these lengths for a student. You can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen with your coach.

“Okay, okay…yes, I think an investigation is very much needed…I’ll talk to him, send me his number…that is very good to hear, thank you very much,” she says and then there’s quiet. You wait for her to come back out, but you hear beeping and a dial tone as she calls someone else. Who is the “he” Agatha was referring to?

Your coach?

Would she really call him, though? You start to get anxious at the thought of her directly confronting him, especially over you. He’s going to be furious if he finds out that he could get in trouble just because of you.

“Hi, Brad.” Your brows furrow—who is that? You really wish you could hear more of the conversation. Even on Agatha’s side, you’re still missing important bits of information. “I just got off the phone with Dave…yes, it’s because of swimming…he wouldn’t let her!...has to have surgery now and it’s at least a six month recovery…graduates in the spring and will lose her scholarship…”

There’s a few more minutes of them talking, but as hard as you strain your ears, you can’t discern anything. Either way, knowing that she’s exuding this much confidence and is bossing these two men around—over you nonetheless—makes you squeeze your thighs together. There’s a sudden ache between them, not that that’s any surprise.

There’s something about Agatha taking control that turns you on. In class, when she’d get on students for being late or a stupid answer, or the way she would command the room would have wetness pooling in your underwear.

Would it be allowed for you to tell her that now? Or do something about it? You’re not exactly sure where your relationship with your teacher stands, especially after her eating you out earlier. On this very couch.

The door to Agatha’s office opens as you’re rubbing your face because of how head-over-heels you are for her and your attention snaps to her. She’s guarded as she walks over to you before sitting on the edge of the couch, careful not to bump your leg.

You scan her face. “Everything okay?” The fire in your stomach is slowly flickering out with how serious she seems, but it’s not completely gone because there’s a gleam in her eye when she looks at you.

“I talked to the athletic director. He’s going to suspend your coach and open an investigation into him. Westview’s going to bring in a third-party company to do it and they’re going to conduct some interviews. I’m sure you’ll get called in.”

Nodding slowly, you think over what she’s saying. “All of that just because of my leg?”

“Well, there’s been other complaints about him over the years. Very much along the lines of verbal and emotional abuse, just like what he’s been doing to you. But now,” she says, nodding to your leg, “he deliberately put you in a situation where you ended up actually getting more hurt. You told him that your knee was bothering you and he still made you swim and now you need surgery, that’s very serious. He might even get fired, depending on what everyone else says.”

There’s a pit in your stomach. He does deserve it, you tell yourself. “And I’ll have to talk to the investigator?”

Agatha lays a hand on your good knee and rubs circles with her thumb comfortingly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But honey, I really think you should. He hurt you. In more ways than one, it seems. I can go with you, if you’d like.”

You lean into her touch and close your eyes to soak it in for just a second. Then you shake your head and steel your nerves. “No, it’s okay. I should do it by myself. I can do it.”

“And I talked to the athletic CFO, the money guy,” she adds with a smile. You prompt her with an eyebrow raise. “He says you don’t have to worry about your scholarship for next year, you can keep it.”

“Wait—are you serious?” you ask with bated breath. It’s too good to be true. You won’t have to scrape together anything just to finish your degree.

Agatha nods. “Yep. And they’ll take care of your surgery because you’re a student-athlete and it happened during school-sanctioned practice. So you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Happiness and relief overcome you and you attempt to sit up straight and spread your legs so you can lean over and hug her. It works, kind of. You have to pull back after a second because the stretch hurts your knee and Agatha laughs.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you admit. Agatha’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “I mean, thank you. For everything.” Your gaze drops down to your lap as you fiddle with your fingers. “If it weren’t for you, I probably would’ve gone back to practice tomorrow and fucked my leg up even more.”

Her arm reaches over to tilt your head up by your chin. She strokes her thumb over your bottom lip and her gaze meets yours with a fondness you’ve only seen a few times before. “I told you I was going to take care of you, sweetheart. Thank you for letting me.”

You smirk in what you hope is a seductive manner. “Well, can I take care of you? Seems fair that I should return the favor.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, playful lilt in her voice. Your eyes shine with eagerness and Agatha looks you up and down, heat in her scrutiny. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt your knee even more or make you feel like you have to do anything. We can say that we just got caught up in the emotions earlier and we’ll never have to talk about it again.”

Chewing on your lip, you shake your head. “I don’t want to pretend that it never happened. I’m sure.”

Her smile is genuine and she whispers, “Me, too,” before closing the gap and kissing you. Her hands clasp your cheeks and she’s holding you like water as she moves her mouth against yours gently like she doesn’t want to hurt you.

You get impatient and slip your tongue into her mouth and she lets out a small sound of surprise before taking the hint and deepening the kiss. She sucks on your tongue and your teeth click against each other all while your core burns and aches. One of your hands winds up in her hair and the other on her hip, attempting to pull her closer, but when she starts to scoot forward, she accidentally bumps your knee and shooting pains race up your leg.

Ignoring it, you palm her breast over her shirt and she hisses. She kisses you harder and rocks forward, putting some of her weight on you, and you break away because your knee is throbbing now.

“Are you okay?” she asks and it’s so reminiscent of earlier when she had trouble fucking you. Only now, you’re not exactly sure how you’re going to be able to do this.

“Yeah, I just,” you start, not sure how to voice your anxiety. You can’t lie on your stomach, you’re not sure she can put any weight on you without it causing pain, you can’t stand on your own. But you want her so bad you’re almost drooling.

But Agatha knows. She tosses her hair back over her shoulder and gets off the couch before holding a hand out to you. Her lips are slightly swollen and pink, matching the tint that’s spread through her cheeks, and there’s heat in her eyes that sets your nerves ablaze.

You take her hand and she pulls you up, putting your arm across her shoulders and helping you hobble over to the stairs. She takes you up them slowly, and while you’re sure there’s nothing sexy about you sweating and gasping for breath when you finally get to the top, her melodic laugh and the way she looks at you dissolves all of your worries.

She leads you down the hall and to the first door on the right. When she opens the door, you get your first look of your favorite professor’s bedroom. The mahogany bed frame holds a king-sized mattress with lilac sheets and matching nightstands on each side. Across from the bed, there’s a vanity that’s cluttered, but neat. There’s pictures of the woods that are hanging on the light gray walls.

“It’s very…you,” you say and Agatha chuckles before guiding you to the bed. You sit on the edge and watch her, still not sure what her plan is.

Agatha reaches down to toy with the hem of her black blouse that she’s wearing, the same one she taught in earlier. It seems like a million years ago that you had her class. In just a few hours, everything has changed.

She takes it off and your mouth drops open. Her abdomen flexes and you get the sudden urge to run your tongue over the lean muscle. And then your gaze travels upward and there’s a flash of heat through your body. Her bra is navy and plain, but it pushes up her breasts ever so slightly, making her cleavage swell.

“Fuck,” you breathe and Agatha winks.

The pain in your knee is gone when she unbuttons and unzips her pants and starts to inch them down her long legs. More and more pale skin is revealed, her thighs, her knees, her calves, until she finally kicks them off and stands before you in just her bra and black underwear. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, much like hers.

“Please,” you whisper and she saunters over to the bed, pausing right in front of you, and gripping your hair to tilt your head up so you’re looking at her face.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” she croons.

You pant out a desperate“Yes.”

She smiles and helps you take off your t-shirt, revealing your rosy sports bra, and gently pushes your head down and the rest of your body follows so you’re laying on your back on the bed, knees still bent and feet resting on the floor.

You’re salivating as she straddles your hips, careful to watch your face for any sign of discomfort or pain, but you think your leg could be cut off and you wouldn’t even feel it.

Agatha begins to work her way up your body, knees pressing into the mattress and making it dip as she moves and she lowers herself down to drag her covered cunt across your bare stomach. Your breath hitches—you can feel how wet she is. She leaves a trail of stickiness in her wake that you don’t ever want to wash away.

When her knees stop right under your armpits, you rest your hands on her thighs and stroke the skin, feeling her tense underneath you. She’s looking down at you, hair framing her face, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen someone more beautiful. Her dark eyes bore into yours and you shiver under the intense weight of her gaze.

“Please,” you repeat softly, sliding your fingers up to play with the trim of her panties.

She inhales sharply when you brush against her lower stomach and she shakily but cautiously moves her legs over your shoulders so her pussy is hovering right over your mouth. Even though the fabric of her underwear is dark, you can still see the wetness in the gusset and you suddenly can’t wait. You surge up to drag your tongue against the fabric and Agatha gasps loudly and her fingers fasten in your hair.

“You didn’t even wait for permission,” she tuts and you have the gall to not even pretend to be sorry. Agatha’s tongue presses against the inside of her lip as she huffs before reaching down to slide her underwear to the side.

Her smell hits your nose and you moan. Her pussy lips are swollen and glistening and you can see her clit poking out, just begging to be played with. Agatha drops down just so her cunt ghosts over your mouth and you wonder if she can feel how fast you’re breathing.

“Can I—please, Agatha, I need to—”

She tugs on your hair and nods. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

The instant your tongue delves through her folds slowly and tastes her sweet heat, you let out a low groan against her. Her head falls back, hair loose over her shoulders, but her grip on your locks remains strong.

You flatten your tongue and do the same thing again and her breath catches. You tease around her clit, never giving her exactly what she wants, and Agatha begins to slowly gyrate on your face.

“There you go, just like that, honey,” she says, encouragingly but also hoarse. Her praise makes your own clit pulse and you debate sliding a hand into your pants.

Your tongue flicks against her clit and she makes a strangled sound so you do it again before sucking on it. Her hips buck, smearing wetness all around your mouth, and then you shove your tongue inside her entrance.

“Oh, god,” she whimpers and drops more of her weight on your face. Her pubic bone is pressed against your nose so you tilt your head just the slightest bit to the side to take a breath out of the corner of your mouth.

It makes you think of all the times your coach yelled at you for not breathing correctly while swimming freestyle.

You smirk against Agatha’s cunt—you think you got it down.

Her walls clench around you, throwing all thoughts but her from your mind, and you bring your tongue out of her pussy and drag it up to swirl around her clit.

She’s becoming messier, liquid seeping out of her and into your mouth and onto your face. You suck on her again and she moans, not even bothering to take off her bra before she pinches her nipples. You can see them pebbled through the fabric and your own hips jerk and you wonder what it would be like to suck on those.

“You’re doing so good, honey, making me feel so good,” she rasps breathlessly. Agatha’s eyes are screwed shut, hair bouncing, and her stomach flexes each time she grinds against you. You can feel the slickness between your thighs when you squeeze them together and you can’t help but sneak a hand down the front of your sweatpants and rest your fingers against your clit.

Even the slight pressure makes you moan and Agatha jolts from the vibrations. You scrape your teeth against her clit as your tongue thrashes against her entrance and she makes a loud noise.

When you curl your tongue inside her as deep as it’ll go, she gasps and grinds down harder. You can feel her clit pulse against your lips and your nose and the little sounds escaping your own mouth spur her on. Her wetness becomes a coat on the bottom half of your face and her smell and taste overwhelm all your senses until your head is almost spinning.

“Such a good girl,” she groans and you press on your clit. Your walls spasm around nothing and your hips jerk. “You’re doing so good, baby, keep doing that. You’re so fucking good.”

You keep alternating between sucking on her clit and rubbing your tongue against it and then shoving your tongue inside her. She rides your face with vigor, hand tightening in your hair and angling you right where she wants, and you decide to stick out your flattened tongue for her to use.

She knows what you’re doing and she moans before settling her cunt down and rocking back and forth on you. Her clit drags against your tongue, throbbing, and you feel your own pulse. You begin to slowly draw tight circles on your clit and pleasure already begins to spread through your body. Her sounds go straight to your cunt and you feel your underwear soaking even more.

“Fuck, baby,” Agatha whimpers and you rub your clit faster, your own hips starting to grind against nothing.

Her rhythm on top of you starts to falter and fall apart and she’s now just sporadically writhing to take what she needs—you let her. You collect your own wetness from your underwear and press harder through the fabric. There’s a wet circle surrounding your clit and it just makes it easier to get more stimulation, even though there’s not a lot of friction.

“God, you’re so good—fuck, sweetheart, I’m going to come,” she chokes out and then you feel another gush of wetness on your tongue and she pants loudly as she keeps riding your mouth through her orgasm. Her hands still play with her nipples and watching her head thrown back in ecstasy triggers your own orgasm from almost nothing and you buck up against your fingers and moan against her cunt.

She keeps grinding until she becomes too sensitive and pulls up and you inhale deeply. Agatha moves a thigh over your head and settles onto her heels while she breathes heavily, looking down at you. You can feel how sticky and wet your face is, much like the mess in your underwear.

“You did so good,” she says softly, reaching over to wipe your lips and you almost pull away so you can keep the taste of her lingering. You smile and lift yourself up to your elbows and then shift backwards to get the rest of your body onto the bed.

Pain explodes in your knee as you bend it wrong and you gasp, eyes instantly watering. Your head drops back and you groan and frantically try to straighten your leg to get the ache to go away.

It doesn’t work.

“Hey, honey, are you okay?” Agatha asks, concern evident in her voice and you shake your head quickly.

“It hurts,” you hiss.

She thinks for a second and jumps off the bed before practically running out of the room. You stifle a sob when it only gets worse and she comes back not even a minute later with a glass of water and a pill between her fingers in one hand and a bag of ice in the other.

With her help, you’re able to get fully on the bed and turn so you’re resting against the pillows. She puts one of the shams under your knee and holds the bag of ice there and then gives you the pain pill to take.

You begin to cry quietly and she takes the glass of water from you, puts it on the nightstand, and then slides right next to you to tuck you into her embrace. She holds you while you shake into her arms and she presses soft kisses to your head.

“Shh, I got you. I got you,” she whispers. “I’m right here, baby. I got you.”

——

Six months later, the day after you graduate college, the doctor clears you to get in the pool.

“Only twenty to thirty minutes,” he had told you, “and very minimal kicking. The moment your knee starts to hurt, get out and do your stretches. Make sure you ice it after. You’ll likely feel some light pressure and that’s okay. But do not push yourself.”

You weren’t even sure if you wanted to get back into swimming. You had spent many nights talking with Agatha about it, but ultimately, she had convinced you that you should.

Just to get some closure. And it wasn’t like you were going to compete or anything. Plus, it would be good physical therapy.

“There’s my favorite swimmer,” your professor says when you get out of your car and walk over to her. She’s leaning against the wall of the natatorium, waiting for you. Your parents had taken you out for a celebratory brunch before heading home this morning and you hadn’t even mentioned swimming again to them.

Only Agatha knew you were going to.

You smile despite yourself and press a chaste kiss to her lips. Even though you’ve graduated, you still don’t want to get her into any trouble.

Ever since the injury happened, you’ve practically lived at her house. She took you for your surgery and was right there after you woke up, as promised. She gave you more leniency than any other professor did and helped you constantly with school work and anything else you needed. She went to all your physical therapy appointments with you and held you while you cried from the pain or when you failed to meet a benchmark. She told you how proud she was of you for every slight improvement you showed and gently applied sunscreen to the nasty scar that stretched along your knee. Whereas you had a hard time even looking at it, she kissed it every night and told you that you’re so brave and strong.

It made you believe it yourself.

Agatha also was with you the entire way of the investigation into your coach. While you spoke to the investigator alone, your professor was outside of the room and pulled you into a warm hug the second you got out. And every time after when the investigator would call you to clarify or ask you about another teammate’s interview, Agatha held your hand.

After the investigation dragged on for two months, your coach resigned before a verdict was reached. A hollow victory, but a victory nonetheless.

She came with you to the championship meet in March to support your team and listened with an adorable smile on her face as you droned on and on about swimming and the girls at the meet and of course she didn’t miss the wistful look in your eyes when your teammates ran over to you or when you got excited about a fast time someone swam.

And when you asked Agatha if she would come with you on your first swim back after hurting your knee, she kissed you and said, “Of course, honey.”

“Just take it nice and slow,” she tells you now as she opens the door to the pool for you. The smell of chlorine hits you and the air feels thick, but you inhale deeply. Even though you’d never admit it to anyone but Agatha, you missed it.

You set your bag on the bleachers right in front of lane one. She sits down and watches appreciatively as you strip off your shoes and socks, sweatshirts, and sweatpants to reveal your favorite lavender swimsuit.

It’s your first time putting on your cap in six months and Agatha chuckles when the silicone snaps against your forehead and you wince. You give her a playful glare and she holds her hands up in defense.

“Thank you for coming with me,” you say and she reaches over to take your hand briefly and give it a little shake.

“Of course, honey,” she says and then smirks. “If I’d known how hot you look in your swimsuit, I would’ve come to all your meets.”

You pretend to be offended but a giggle breaks free. “I probably would’ve been too distracted looking at you to swim fast. Oh, hey—are you the five-hundred freestyle?”

Agatha looks confused. “What?”

“Cause you take my breath away,” you say with a cheesy grin. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Are you a slippery pool deck? Because I’m falling for you.”

She snorts adoringly and waves her hand. “Go get in the pool.”

You give her one last puppy-dog look. “Are you a flipturn? Cause I’m head over heels for you.”

Agatha shakes her head but a smile peaks through. “You’re cute.”

With a smile, you peck her cheek and grab your goggles before walking over to the lane. Once you’re at the gutter, you pause and take a deep breath before looking over your shoulder. Agatha gives you an encouraging nod and you put your goggles on and jump in.

The water envelopes you and the world goes silent and you just float for a second. Memories come rushing back to you, both good and bad, but you push them out of your mind and pull yourself to the surface.

You gently kick off the wall and when you take your first stroke, you’re sorely reminded how out of shape you are. Water slips through your fingers and it feels like you’re moving through molasses but the ache in your shoulders is a good one.

You feel alive.

Twenty minutes passes by quickly and just as the doctor ordered, you don’t kick much at all, but when you do, there’s only a slight twinge in your knee and it goes away the more you move.

When you get out, you can almost feel the dopamine pumping through your veins and you realize just how much you’ve missed working out.

“How was it?” Agatha asks when you walk over to her. She hands you your towel and you graciously take it. Freezing and soaking wet after getting out is not something you’ve missed and no matter how hard you and your teammates tried to get the maintenance crew to turn up the temperature inside, they wouldn’t.

“It felt really good,” you admit honestly and she beams. “I think I want to start swimming again, just recreationally. Maybe a few times a week.”

She slings an arm around you after you wrap your towel around you and fasten it into your swimsuit straps like a dress and slide your shoes and socks on. “That’s awesome, honey. I’m really happy for you. Your leg still feels okay?”

“Didn’t hurt at all,” you tell her happily and she squeezes your bicep.

Agatha leads you to the door before snickering to herself. “Hey, baby. Are you taper? Because you’re everything I’ve been waiting for.”

Your laugh is hysterical. “Did you look that one up?” you ask once you can breathe again and Agatha shrugs sheepishly.

She holds the door open for you and you walk out before interlocking your fingers and tugging her by the hand to her car.

“I love it,” you say and a smirk plays on your lips. “Now hurry up and take me home so I can show you my breaststroke.”

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milkymora · 2 days ago

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blue hour. ellie williams x f!reader.

✧ it’s your birthday and ellie has planned a cozy movie night just for the two of you in a house outside jackson.

✧ wc: 629. genre: fluff & suggestive (sfw). tlou navigation.

the sound of wet twigs and brenches cracking within the fireplace mixed with the noise of the tv, that was displaying one of the movies ellie picked for the two of you.

it was a cold winter’s evening, the sun had just disappeared behind the mountains in the horizon outside the big window next the couch you were sat on, the orangy colors slowly fading into cooler shades that colored the white walls around you of a pretty indigo.

there was a mild rain tapping on the roof’s tiles too, signing the beginning of the night you’ve been daydreaming about since weeks, months maybe.

you inhale the sweet smell of hot cocoa, holding the mug with both hands to warm your palms up, before taking a short sip of the beverage and pleasingly sigh at its delightful taste.

your nape goes to rest against ellie’s shoulder, making yourself more comfortable on her lap and inside the fuzzy blanket your bodies were wrapped with.

tilting your head more into the crook of her neck, your eyelids close; the rhythm of her heartbeats calms you down so much you’re not sure you’re gonna make it to the end of the movie.

“ellie,” you whisper, lifing your chin of a couple inches to peck her jaw, then her neck.

her slim fingers travel on your thigh, thumbs occasionally drawing circles on them, returning the goosebumps you gave her to you. “mh?” she hums.

“i’m really questioning your tastes right now.” you chuckle, before feeling her breath tickling your ear as her mouth touches your cheek. “what the hell is this movie?” you add with another chuckle, this time a little louder than the previous one.

“a piece made only for the sharpest minds. it’s normal you don’t get it.” her witty reply makes you pose the still steaming mug on the little table her feet are resting on, just to grab a cushion from the other side of the couch and suddenly hit her face with it.

“say that again, i dare you.” your offended tone is betrayed by the smile that runs your face from ear to ear, that widens up even more after hearing her muffled laughter. “you can’t be nice to me even on my birthday, aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” you hit her one more time. “you should be.”

ellie doesn’t stop laughing for a good moment, using her arms to cover her face from all the knocks you keep giving her– not until she snatches the object away from your grip, pushing your back against the couch and straddling you, holding you still on the spot with her hands. “i’ll never be ashamed of being a lil’ mean. especially if you like it.”

her low tone sends a shiver down your spine, although many more come when her face drops down towards yours, tilting to the right, lips meeting yours.

the smooch of your lips detaching makes you red, green eyes looking right into you with that little smirk that makes your thighs rub against each other every time.

“so, birthday girl,” she begins, you giving her full attention. “since the movie isn’t of your liking,” voicing this part a bit bitterly, “wanna do something else?”

“like what?” you barely give her time to finish her question, dilated pupils gazing her up and down.

noticing the familiar flickering in your eyes, her smirk comes back. she eyes the tv, then you. you see her lose her gaze in a spot on the floor for an instant, biting the inside of her cheek, seemingly pondering.

“tomorrow’s monday. we’re on patrol.” she tries, “whose birthday is it?” you deadpan. “you hinted it. now i want it.” you add.

“better not hear you complaining ’bout sore legs tomorrow morning then.”

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alexrosa13 · 16 hours ago

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Today's Catch

Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/angsty?

Warnings: 650-1000 words, mc!reader, Tomorrow's Catch-22 universe! characters behavior differs/may differ from their canon game one!, reader having hair mentioned (Sylus;Caleb)

Note: I had to write something for it finally since I managed to get all 5 cards on this banner 💜

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Do you think we are together in every universe..?

"How could you hide it all from me?" you asked with hurt in your voice, staring straight into his innocent looking blue orbs "Everything I know about you is a lie? Everything that happened between us wasn't real for even a second?!" you took a step forward, standing face to face with him, his usual emotionless expression turned into something sad for a split second.

"No. Everything that happened between us was real to me." he said, still composed despite the situation he was in, but he couldn't lie: the sight of your hurt made him feel guilty.

"You helped me all this time, gained my trust, my..." love... you bit your tongue unable to say those words out loud "Just to vanish without a trace one day, leaving me behind. Am I nothing to you?!" you spit out words full of rage and disappointment.

You needed answers. Either you get them today or you will be the one leaving him behind.

"You're everything to me." he said, still with that innocent, clueless voice. Was he really that oblivious to the situation he found himself in?

You stared into his eyes, looking for answers, for the slightest hint of lies, unable to find any as always.

"You wanted to leave, then go. Go and don't come back if that's what you wish for. Don't play with me Xavier." you moved past him, ready to simply take your bag and leave the safehouse, if he didn't want to give you answers then he's not worth your time.

Suddenly he reached for your elbow, pulling you back towards him, forceful but mindful of his strength.

"I don't want to leave. Not now, not ever. I want to stay with you." he said while holding you to his chest, your bodies planted flat together, your face tilted upwards to look up at him.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore. I don't even know you." your eyes watered from frustration.

"But you do, I'm just Xavier." he said calmly still not letting you leave his embrace despite you not reciprocating it.

"You're also Hermit - an SSS class preadator, and Philo's heir." you spit out quietly, refusing to lift your head again to look at him.

"But to you I'm just Xavier." you scoffed under your breath.

"Well then Xavier, please, enlighten me - why are you trying so hard to keep me here. Why do you care so much about whether I'll disappear from your life or not." it didn't sound like a question, maybe because you didn't want to hear the answers? Or maybe because you didn't want to hear another short and dismissive ones, or maybe you already knew them?

"Because I can't bear to be apart from you. Please don't leave me." finally you looked up at him, those cute, puppy eyes stared right back at you, his gaze felt like a manipulation try, too innocent, too pure for someone as dangerous as him.

"You're the one who wanted to leave me." you said, still hurt from the truth you discovered.

"But I don't want to leave you anymore, please don't do this to me."

"What do you want from me Xavier?!" you finally exploded, pushing at his chest to let you go.

Standing now at an arm length distance you continued to stare into his eyes, fuming inside.

"You." he simply said, unfazed by your outburst.

"What?" your expression turned from anger to confusion.

"I want you." how could he say that while looking like it didn't mean anything? Like it was obvious?

"Xavier you can't be serio-" your voice got stuck in your throat seeing him take a step towards you.

"I am." he looked straight into your eyes. His hand pulled you towards him once again, while his head tilted down, your faces at almost the same level, lips almost touching.

"Xavier-" your voice shook.

"Please. I'll let you know me, whatever you want, just please don't leave me." he begged, sounding like a kicked puppy.

"You-" you said through your teeth, arm coming up to hang around his neck, free hand catching his arm "Please don't make me regret it." your lips touched his harshly.

Not wasting another moment he reciprocated, hands pulling you even closer, clinging to your body, deepening the kiss that both of you craved for so long.

You were gone. Too deep in your feelings to let go of him, even if it'll get you hurt in the end, you want to enjoy his affection while it lasts.

You sat down on the cold cement before the clinic, Zayne following you soon after. Both of you thinking and simply enjoying the other's presence; the presence you'll come to miss soon enough.

Despite the confidence you had in your goals and ideas you had to admit that leaving him is probably the hardest part of taking the next step in life.

Who will you go to if your turtle becomes sick? Who will you go to when you'll become sick?

Who will you go to just to simply talk with another human being who listens.

"Do you think I'm naive?" you asked while continuing staring at the barely working street lamp.

"And stubborn." he deadpanned. You turned to look at him and scoffed.

"Thanks. That's totally giving me motivation to fight for what I believe in." you said sarcastically, allowing yourself to feel a tiny bit of accomplishment noticing a small grin appearing on his face.

"Add ambitious and reckless and you're going to get a perfect candidate for an enforcer." he turned to look at you, sending him a smile you returned to observing your surroundings.

"You know, I'll miss this place, despite what a shithole it is." you chuckled, feeling a sense of nostalgia over wrapping you while looking at the familiar sights before you.

Not hearing any words from the man sitting next to you, you turned to look at him once again, your eyes met the profile of his face basked in the soft light coming from the street lamps.

"And more than anything I'll miss you..." you mumbled under your nose, your voice not loud enough to cut through the sounds of the night life. His head slowly turned your way, his expression not giving you any hint of his thoughts and feelings as usual.

"What was that?"

"Hm? Nothing." you said quickly, not even bothering to try and appear as if you really didn't say anything.

You heard a quiet chuckle escaping him, instantly your face softened up at the sound you didn't hear often.

You didn't even notice the moment you began staring at him, soft smile appearing on your lips, face free from any worries.

Nor did you notice when his eyes focused on you, watching the way you observed him, stuck in your own world, peaceful.

'I'll miss you too.' he thought, but saying it out loud would make your parting harder than it already is.

"It's about time I go." you said, trying to keep up your unbothered attitude, but couldn't manage to hide your sadness from him.

"Take care of yourself." he stood up, reaching out a hand to help you up as well.

You didn't want to admit the way you trembled the moment your palm touched his, praying to whoever listened he didn't notice.

"I'll try my best." you giggled softly, knowing that the moment you'll lose the sight of him will be a painful goodbye.

Not taking your eyes off him you took a step back, but you miscalculated the distance between the sidewalk and road, your foot stumbling down the short inches of difference, sending your body down fast, your hands reached out in hopes of finding something to hold onto, but you only managed to catch thin air.

Letting out a gasp of panic you mentally prepared yourself to hit the hard asphalt, but the pain never came, instead you found yourself in a tight embrace of Zayne's. It was the first time you found yourself so close to him.

Your hands grasp onto his bicep, breath trying to calm down, your heart beating in your ears.

Your eyes close, head resting against his torso, while he stays in place with his arms embracing you, giving you the time you need to pull yourself together.

He felt your body shaking slightly, worried you began crying he moved his head to look down at your face, but instead of tears he saw a smile - you were laughing.

He only shook his head in disbelief, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Damn, nice reflexed you got there Doc." your laughter grew louder while you continued holding onto him.

He waited a bit, enjoying having you in his arms even if just for a moment.

Slowly you moved away, leaving the safety of his warm hug.

Your eyes met, you send him a gentle smile, noticing the way his eyes soften while looking at you, unlike his cold gaze from a couple of months ago.

"Well, I really should get going already. C'ya Zayne" you brought two fingers to your forehead in a salute motion, taking careful steps back this time.

You managed to turn around before you froze. Your lips pressing into a thin line while you thought whether or not to risk it all and...

Fuck it.

You turned back to see him still in the same place you left him in, observing you.

"You know what" you tilted your head, watching the way his brows furrowed in confusion. You took a couple steps his way, stopping right in front of him "I cannot leave without one more thing."

Before he could've asked or before you could have back down from your plan you went though with it.

And crashed your lips into his.

His body tensed up for a moment, not knowing what to do.

But you didn't back away.

Slowly he reciprocated your kiss. Not trying to fight it even a little bit.

You stood under the dim light, accompanied by the loud sirens of alarms and screams from a couple streets over.

Not regretting a thing you moved your face away from his.

"I'll miss you Zayne." you chuckled for the last time, child-like happiness overwhelming you.

Giving his hand one last squeeze you turned around to run away in the direction of your now former home.

Leaving him standing there with a grin tugging at his lips.

'You minx.'

After yet another stressful day you came back to your apartment, heading to the kitchen for something to drink you saw Rafayel playing MasterChef preparing God knows what.

"What you cooking there handsome?" he didn't turn your way, but you saw the way his ears changed into a pretty shade of pink, almost hidden away behind the mess of his thick hair.

"Trying to make your favorite." you hummed to let him know you heard him, opening up the fridge.

"What's the occasion?" you took out your favorite drink and turned his way while opening it up.

"Just felt like it." you giggled at his answer taking a sip.

Taking a couple steps towards him you paused right behind his body, putting your chin on his shoulder and looking over at his work.

"How nice of you, spoiling your supervisor." you grinned at the way his face heat up. How could a tough SSS preadator be so cute?

"Stop teasing me."

"Oh? But I'm only letting you know how much I appreciate your efforts!" your grin didn't falter.

"Maybe I put a poison in there to get rid of you." you laughed at his bratty tone. Oh he wouldn't.

Even without him saying it out loud you knew how much he cared for you, the memory remaining lost but feelings not disappearing, simply waiting under a lock to be freed.

"Okay then, I hope you're ready to explain the cause of my death to the LCBI." you whispered playfully into his ear before tapping his waist twice and moving away from him "We're short on your yogurt, I'll take care of that tomorrow." you said while walking away, on your way to your bedroom to change clothes into more comfortable ones.

But you started taking off your shirt before leaving the kitchen, leaving him stunned watching your half naked back adored only by your bra, totally doing that not on purpose, making his face appear even redder.

You changed your clothes as fast as you could and came back to him.

"How's the food, pretty boy?" you asked while fixing up your shirt, unknowingly distracting him from stirring the dish, unfortunately ending in him touching the hot surface and hissing instantly "Rafayel!" in a second you were next to him, holding his burnt hand in yours.

Reaching out you turned the stove off before pulling him towards the sink, turning on the tap you moved his hand to stay under the cool water.

"How did it happen?" you send him a questioning look, he wasn't someone who often managed to get himself hurt (somehow).

"You distracted me." he simply said while observing how the water ran around his pinkish skin.

"I distracted you?" your brows arched, maybe you did that on purpose a couple minutes ago, but not now!

He only looked your way with that expressionless, perfect face of his.

"Well then I apologize for being such a hugeee distraction that you managed to get hurt because of it." you said with sarcasm "Can I do something to redeem myself for being at fault for your pain?" you tilted your head, watching him intensively.

"I can come up with a couple things." he stated, not backing away from the staring war.

You only snorted and reached out to pull his hand away from the stream, bringing it closer to your face for examination.

"It doesn't look that bad, only a little red-ish, you'll live." you said, not caring about the fact his eyes dug a hole in your head.

That was; until you turned back around to face him, suddenly standing way closer to him than a moment ago.

"Rafayel..?" you whispered questionably. Slowly backing away from him, to no avail, since with every small step you took back, he took one forward.

Until your ass met the countertop behind you.

"Rafayel, what are you doing?" you laughed nervously, his eyes staring through you into the depths of your soul.

"Am I just a plaything to you?"

"No, of course not, what are you talking about-" you rushed your answer.

"Then why do you keep playing the game, torturing me everyday with your touch and backing away before I can do something about it? Acting like it doesn't matter." you swallowed hard, feeling your throat closing up with nerves.

"I don't know what you mean-" you shook your head.

You knew exactly what he meant.

"Stop playing." he put his hands on the counter next to your hips, caging your body in between them.

"I'm not." you lost your smile, expression turning into understanding.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, patiently waiting for you to answer, to give him a sign.

Instead of words you gave him something more.

You palms gently held his face while you straighten up your body, your lips catching his in a gesture worth a thousand words.

His body tensed up before slowly relaxing, hands moving from the counter to your hips, holding you close while your lips devoured each other.

Something about it feeling familiar and comforting, like he lived through this moment before, like he already knew the way you taste and how your body feels next to his, fitting perfectly together.

He tried to stop you from pulling back, his lips chasing after yours but failing to remained connected.

"Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"You leave - disappear from the Earth's eye for years! Leaving me by myself, without a single thought about contacting me, about how I'm doing, if I'm still alive! And then you come back like nothing happened after I was worried sick for you, thinking that you followed Wolfe to the afterlife!" you screamed at the white-haired man, pacing around in your small apartment.

You didn't know whether you wanted to jump at him and hug him or jump at him and choke him.

You could do both.

"Where the hell have you been Sylus?! Why didn't you come back for me?!" you finally stopped your movements facing him from the opposite side of the room, staring straight into his blood-colored eyes.

"It was safer for you not to follow into my footsteps." he answered simply, untouched by your angry questioning.

"It wasn't your choice to make!" you screamed, letting out of the emotions.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I had to make sure you were safe." he said softly, allowing you to take the time to calm down and let out your anger at him.

"I-" you started, but your voice cracked before you could continue your monologue.

Your hand went up to brush your hair to the back for your head, heart beating fast, trying to steady your breathing. All this time you wondered how he was doing, if he's still alive, still breathing - if he still thought about you?

And now he was standing right there - alive.

Your feet moved before you could register it, taking you closer to him.

Standing inches away from him you looked straight into his eyes, the softness of the red irises glancing back at you felt so familiar.

"I missed you so much." you sobbed out while laughing, overwhelmed with the things you wanted to say.

Without waiting for a response you clung to his body, arms embracing him in the tightest hug ever.

You felt him gently hugging you back, one hand on your head petting you like a kitten, the other caressing your back, your face stayed squashed to his chest, breathing in his scent.

His always fast beating heart didn't slow down, just as you remembered.

You hated showing your weaknesses, born in a world where only the strongest survives.

But with him it was different - despite you always putting out a brave face for everyone to see, he always saw through it, knowing you like no one else.

"Will you leave again?" Will you leave me again? your muffled by his shirt voice met his ears.

"Not planning on it, sweetie." empty promises? Maybe, but even if only for a moment, they brought you a sense of peace.

You looked up, arms loosening up but still staying wrapped around his middle.

"I hate you for leaving me." you said weakly, mad at him, mad at the world, tired of playing the game of survival.

"I deserve it." he said, stating a fact. You had a reason to be angry.

Your hands traveled up his body, finding their place on his face, holding it while your eyes stayed focused on each other.

You had so much left to say.

"Am I that irrelevant to you? Do you think of me as a good-for-nothing lapdog?" you knew the answers.

"Never. I wouldn't think that way about you." his hand clutched your wrist gently, not moving it away from his face.

"Then what do you think about me?" you asked, desperate for his response.

"I believe you know the answer to that question, sweetie." he stated, and in this moment you decided to risk it all.

Standing on your toes you leaned forward, catching his lips in a quick kiss, moving away before he could react.

You didn't have the time to think about what you have done before his arm pulled you closer by the waist, not letting you run away.

His eyes search for answers in yours, before his head tilted forward, his lips touching yours without hesitation.

There's ain't no way you'll let him go after this.

It was middle of the night, you sat there on a poor excuse of a blanket, arm to arm, looking up onto the northern district.

"Caleb?" your voice broke the silence between you two.

"Yes?" he said, sounding as gentle as always, only for you.

"Do you think it'll get better?" looking to the side at him you watched as his gaze stayed focused on the view ahead.

"Of course, I'll make sure to take care of you. Soon enough I'll build you a home on the northern side and keep you safe and comfy there." he said casually, as if everything was as easy to do as it was to say.

"What if the other side is not that much better?" you turned your head back to the view of the city bathed in the darkness of the night.

"Then I'll find a place that will become your safehaven, somewhere far away from here, without preadators and fights for survival. I'll take you somewhere where we'll be able to live our life to the fullest without fear." you smiled and looked at him, catching him already staring at you.

"For as long as we'll stay together I don't care where you'll take me to." you saw how his eyes lighten up at your sentence.

In this cruel world your bond was the only thing keeping you sane.

The only thing worth fighting everyday to stay alive for.

You met as two kids, fighting each other for little things and became teenagers fighting for each other. Now you're about to become adults, still sticking together through thick and thin.

And whatever life throws your way - you'll face it, together.

"You're right, for as long as we'll stay together, we'll be alright." he smiled at you, everything else didn't matter, just two, small people in the middle of the universe, shattering time to stay in the moment for a little longer.

In seconds you were on him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, face hiding in the crock of his neck.

Stunned for a moment boy was quick to reciprocate, embracing you with equal fervor.

There you sat - on your knees, hugging Caleb, arms having trouble to embrace his torso fully, when did he grow so much?! While his hands caressed your back in a calm motion.

Chilly wind made goosebumps appear on your skin, noticing your light shiver your companion was quick to cover you with his body, pulling you to sit in-between his legs, your upper body resting on him.

You enjoyed the moment in comfortable silence, eyes closed while relaxing in each other's embrace, his head lying on top of yours while you listened to his heart, the necklace you gave him resting on his neck right next to your face.

"Caleb?" you asked quietly into his shirt, not moving an inch from his warm hug.

"Yes, princess?" he didn't move either, savouring the moment.

"Do you love me?" innocent question, right? You were inseparable for years, attached at hip, you knew he did, you loved him too. So why did that question seem to hold weight heavier than ever

You heard the way his breath hitched, heartbeat speeding up under your ear.

"Of course I do. What kind of a question is this?" he tried to laugh it off, but you knew what answer you were really looking for.

"No." you moved away forcing him to straighten up and look at you, his pink ears perfectly visible behind the mess of his hair "Do you love me?" you asked again, firmly, looking straight into his widened eyes.

"I-"

"Think about it." you stopped him before he could give you a short answer.

The wind suddenly became more noticeable and louder. You watched as his expression turned from shock to sadness, to hesitation.

Gently and slowly you took his hand in yours, giving it a light squeeze.

"I love you." he said quietly, refusing to lift his gaze from the super interesting dirt on the floor.

Your free hand reached up, lifting his chin.

You smiled at his vulnerable expression.

Glancing down to his lips you moved forward, you already knew he'll say that, simply needing to hear it from him before doing anything else.

Confidently but unrushed you pecked his lips, giving him the time to gather his thoughts and pull away if he wanted.

It took him a moment to understand what you did, his body froze, mind working overtime before finally, finally he closed his eyes and tried to relax, his lips timidly moving against yours.

And in this very moment he knew he'll protect you forever.

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lelengerine · 2 days ago

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Hii! Wanted to make a request for youth lovesome, Anton + serenade, and also love your work it's so cute 💗💗 I'm so excited to see these drabbles!

͙͘͡★ sunbeams and serenades

song prompt. “you’ve been pacing in front of my house for the past ten minutes, mumbling to yourself and looking like you’re about to pass out. i think it’s about time i go down to meet you and ask what you’re trying to do”

pairing. neighbor!anton x reader

tags. plot inspired by serenade [boynextdoor], a lot of yearning and second guessing (mostly by anton), just them being all lovey dovey honestly, no prns used for reader!

wc. 0.9k words

notes. thank u sm for the kind words!! i think anton paired with this song is just so cute aaaaa i had sm fun writing this one and i hope u like it >< likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome!

꒰ m.list | event m.list ꒱

the late afternoon sun spills its honeyed light over the neighborhood, speckling the ground with small shimmers. anton stands at the edge of your driveway, his silhouette framed by the setting sun as he shifts from one foot to the other. his guitar case hangs heavy on his back, but what weighs heavier is the secret he’s been carrying for months now—the feelings he’s too afraid to say out loud.

the house at the end of the pavement feels like a universe away. your house. every step closer feels impossible, like he might stumble into the orbit of something too bright, too warm, and burn before he ever gets the words out. he presses his fingers against the strap of his case, knuckles white, and exhales shakily.

this is stupid. the thought spirals through his mind, looping like the melody of the song he wrote last night. it had seemed so clear then, in the quiet of his room—the chords, the lyrics, the idea of playing it for you, a confession wrapped in melody. but now, standing here, he can’t seem to move.

he mutters to himself, voice raw and barely audible. “what if she doesn’t…?” he doesn’t even finish the thought. the answer feels too heavy to consider.

he’s about to turn around—just one more day, maybe tomorrow—when the porch door creaks open. the sound cuts through the still air, and his head snaps up, heart pounding in a rhythm so erratic it drowns out everything else.

“anton?”

your voice reaches him like a melody all its own, soft and curious, carrying the warmth that’s haunted his dreams for longer than he’ll admit. you’re standing on the porch, the golden light framing you like something out of a painting. the sight of you—hair slightly frazzled as if you’ve just woken up from a nap—knocks the air from his lungs. he freezes, caught somewhere between wanting to run and wanting to stay rooted forever.

“are you… okay?” you step closer, the tilt of your head both cautious and amused as you watch him. there’s something so tender in your gaze, so unguarded, it makes his chest ache.

he forces a smile, though it feels fragile, like glass held too tightly. “oh, hey.” his voice cracks, and the blush that blooms on his cheeks is immediate, spreading like wildfire. he looks away, running a hand through his hair as if that might somehow make him less transparent.

your lips curve into the smallest smile, and you lean against the porch railing, eyes flicking down to the guitar case on his back. “what are you doing out here?” you ask, voice laced with quiet curiosity. “you’ve been pacing for… a while.”

his grip tightens on the strap of the case. he glances down, the words tangling in his throat before he manages to get them out. “i, uh… i was going to… do something, but now i’m not so sure.”

you step off the porch and closer to him, the distance between you shrinking until it feels like he might suffocate from the nearness of you. “with the guitar?” you ask gently, your gaze lingering on the case.

he nods, barely. his heart is beating so loudly he’s sure you can hear it, but you don’t say anything, just wait with that patient, curious look that always disarms him.

“it’s a song,” he says finally, the words tumbling out in a rush before he loses the courage. his eyes dart to yours, and his voice softens, almost breaking. “for you.”

the world seems to still at those words. your breath catches, your heart stumbling in your chest. “for me?” you repeat, and there’s something in your voice—something quiet and vulnerable—that makes his pulse race even faster.

he nods again, his gaze dropping to the ground. “yeah. i mean, it’s probably… it’s not that great, but i…” he trails off, his hands gripping the case like it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

you take another step closer, close enough now that he can see the faint flush creeping into your cheeks, the way your eyes soften as they search his face. “can i hear it?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

his head snaps up, eyes wide with disbelief. “you… you want to?”

your lips curl into a soft smile, and you nod, your gaze steady on his. “i do.”

for a moment, he just stares at you, as though he’s trying to convince himself this is real. then, slowly, he sets the case on the ground, unzipping it with hands that tremble slightly. you sit down on the porch steps, knees tucked to your chest, watching him with an expression so open, so unguarded, it makes his heart twist.

he settles the guitar into his lap, his fingers brushing over the strings. he doesn’t look at you as he starts to play—he’s too afraid he’ll lose the nerve if he sees the way you’re looking at him. the first chord rings out, hesitant and quiet, but it carries in the stillness of the evening, filling the space between you.

and then he begins to sing.

the words are raw, each one heavy with everything he’s been too afraid to say. the way he notices the little things about you—the curve of your smile, the way your laugh lingers in the air like the echo of a favorite song. the way he feels like he’s on the edge of something vast and terrifying every time you’re near, like falling and flying all at once. the way he’s been quietly, hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember.

your breath hitches as the melody washes over you, his voice raw and unpolished but so achingly full of emotion it leaves you reeling. you don’t realize your hands are trembling until you press them against your knees, trying to steady yourself.

when the final note fades, the silence feels electric, charged with everything left unsaid.

he glances up at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. “was it…” his voice is barely above a whisper. “was it okay?”

you exhale shakily, your chest tight with the weight of everything you feel but can’t quite put into words. “it wasn’t okay,” you say softly, and his face falls, panic flashing in his eyes.

before he can say anything, you reach for him, your fingers brushing against his arm. “it was more than that,” you say, a light chuckle in your tone. “i loved it. everything about it was... so pretty.”

the relief that floods his face is almost enough to undo you. he lets out a shaky laugh, his smile tentative but growing as he meets your gaze.

“can you… play it again?” you ask, your voice so soft it feels like a secret.

his smile widens, the kind of smile that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “for you?” he murmurs, his voice steadying. “i’d play it a thousand times.”

you smile back, the warmth in your chest blooming into something undeniable. and as his fingers find the strings again, it feels like the world has finally shifted—soft, steady, and endlessly yours.

#lelengerine: youth lovesome 🩷#riize fluff #riize angst #riize #anton fluff #anton angst #riize anton #riize imagines #riize scenarios #anton lee x reader #anton lee #anton x y/n #anton x reader #riize x reader

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salemrph · 1 day ago

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The note

Character: Sylus x MC/You

Genre: Fluff, Unresolved Romance / AO3

A/N My head started to dream and this just come out while I'm working. So no fancy picture or word counting. Just raw material straight out my head.

This is you, one night, sitting in front of your desk, in the Sylus's guest room. Tara had told you if your feelings are stacked in your throat and nothing comes out... You should just write it down. You spent a while looking at the white page of your notebook. That's expensive leather, hand-made, personalized gift Sylus gave you, weeks ago. Of course, with a beautiful pen with a sweet and simple engraved message: I adore you. Something that makes your heart ache, your chest tight and you cheeks glow.

The pen is still in your hand when Sylus walks in, after knocking at your door. You sleep safe and sound on the desk. A few hair covers your eyes. Sylus smiled softly, ready to lift you up and place you in your bed. His eyes flies briefly over the desk.

What were you doing, kitten?

He pats you head in a delicate way. Then he notices the notebook open next to you. He shouldn't read it but something catches his attention. Sylus let out a short laugh. His heart races more than normal, he feels the warmth of the words spreading in his chest. Every time he thinks you can't be cuter, you top it. You rip his heart out and you make a mess in his mind.

Sylus closed the notebook, neatly lined things up on the table. Leaving it organized. Before lifting you up, you whimper and complain without fully waking up.

His eyes are even softer than before. He turns off the light and carries you to his room. There's no way he can leave you alone for another second after reading that.

You'll surely be fussy tomorrow but... It doesn't matter even seeing you flustered and angry at him, is better than not waking up at all by your side.

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Ugh.

Why do you always have to lean in like that? You get too close, and my brain, my heart...

When you look at me, I forget the world’s on fire. When you touch me, I forget to be afraid.

I think...

God, I don't want to write it even down. I would be so real...

Stop smirking. Stop being smug. Stop making me want to kiss you every time you breathe.

I hate you.

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#love and deepspace #lads sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #lnds sylus #lads #sylus x reader #sylus x you #lads x reader #sylus being sylus #not admitting your feelings #soft sylus #i could keep daydreaming but need to work

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thelikesofus · 2 days ago

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soon as i can hold you once again i won't let go of you i swear

9-1-1 on ABC | Eddie & Christopher Diaz | 1k words | eddie goes to texas, reunions, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, christopher diaz needs a hug Eddie returns to Texas and finally sees Christopher.

The final half-hour stretch of road between Los Angeles and El Paso—between Eddie and his son—feels like it stretches and warps as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He’s spent the last eleven hours willing himself not to turn the truck around, not to put his foot flat to the floor and just get to Christopher , willing the dejected half smile on Buck’s face in the rearview mirror from his mind.

He’d called his Dad from the road, they know he’s coming. He gave them enough warning that his Mom couldn’t complain about him springing the visit on them but also not long enough for them to make alternative plans or come up with an excuse not to see him. That’s also why he called his Dad and not his Mom. Dad had hummed down the line, a little bit sad, a little bit confused, a little bit proud. Mom would have yelled. Dad promised to keep Chris up until he got there.

Eddie isn’t expecting miracles, but he’d like to see his son before he sleeps tonight. He’s waited long enough.

Buck picks up on the first ring and Eddie’s heart clenches as he tries not to imagine Buck waiting by his phone all day.

“Hey, you make it alright?” Buck’s voice is painfully even.

“Almost,” Eddie says. “I’m about fifteen minutes from the house.”

“How was traffic?”

“Fine, there was a crash near Phoenix but they’d already cleared the road by the time I reached it.”

The engine rumbles low and he can hear the sound of Buck moving pots and pans around at the other end of the call.

“What’s for dinner?” Eddie asks as he indicates into his parent’s neighborhood.

“Stir fry,” Buck says. The tap turns on, the water rushes out, and Eddie hears it turn off again. “Have you—, have you spoken to Chris?”

Eddie bites his lip and pulls the truck over to the side of the road, just around the corner from his parents' house. He’s waited eleven and a half hours, he’s waited months, but now his son is mere minutes away and he just needs a moment to collect himself.

“Dad said he’d still be awake when I get there.” It doesn’t really answer Buck’s question but he knows Buck will get it. A lump catches in his throat as he leans his head against the steering wheel and tries to breathe past it. “Buck?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t screw this up. What if I screw this up?”

There’s shuffling on the other end of the line and when Buck speaks again he’s closer to the phone, right in Eddie’s ear, like he’s right beside him. God, he wishes he was here. This would be so much easier if Buck was with him. But no, he has to do this himself, he has to make this right.

“He’s your son, Eddie. You’re his Dad.” Buck says softly. “He’s probably still mad, he’s going to have questions. You might not have answers for all of them. But you're there, and you love him. He knows that. It’ll be okay.”

Eddie nods and even though Buck can’t see him he hums down the line like he knows.

“Take a deep breath, go see your son,” Buck says.

“Okay,” Eddie says sitting up straight and rolling his shoulders back. “Hey, Buck? I—,”

The unsaid hangs in the air between them until Buck picks up the baton. “I know, Eddie. Say Hi to him for me, please.”

The please has a pained lilt to it. “I will. Promise.”

The call ends with another promise to call him tomorrow when everything is a little more settled. Eddie puts his truck in drive and turns the corner. As promised, the porch light is on and there’s space in the driveway for Eddie to park. He takes a deep breath, rubs his hands back and forth against his thighs, and climbs out of the truck.

His Dad opens the door when he knocks, his Mom is standing in the kitchen doorway with a complicated look on her face but she doesn’t say anything—for now.

Dad closes the door behind him and squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “Glad you made it safely.”

Eddie nods. “Where’s Chris?”

He’s too tired for pleasantries, or comforting gestures, or thinly veiled contempt.

“Upstairs,” Dad says. “He had homework.”

“It’s getting late, Eddie. Maybe this could wait till morni—.” He walks straight past his mother and her excuses and up the stairs.

He pauses on the landing outside the bedroom door, takes a deep breath, and knocks loud enough that Christopher should hear him even if he has his headphones on. “Chris?”

When he opens the door his son is standing in the middle of the room with an expression like a deer caught the headlights on his face, he looks like he’s been pacing. “Dad?”

There he is, there he is! Right in front of him—a few inches taller and with his hair shorter around his ears than Eddie had cut it in a long time—but there’s his son. “Hey, I just wanted to say hello. Let you know I was here and—.”

In an instant, he has an armful of gangly teenage boy—whose shampoo smells different and whose clothes are not ones Eddie bought him—but who still slots into Eddie’s hold like a puzzle piece. He feels Christopher's hands gripping the back of his t-shirt and Eddie does the same to his son’s shoulder, the back of his neck, the curls cropped around the back of his head.

“I'm still mad,” Christopher says, wet but firm, into Eddie’s neck. “I’m so mad, and confused, and I have a lot of questions, and can’t I forgive you yet because I really don’t know what happened. But—,” He borrows a little deeper and Eddie squeezes him tightly. “But I missed you, so can we please not talk about it just yet.”

“Okay,” Eddie carefully eases them down to sit on the edge of Christopher’s bed. Eddie’s old high school bedspread still has a home on the mattress. “Okay, buddy. I missed you too.”

Eddie holds him close and buries his nose in his hair, Christopher slumps further into his side and breathes deeply into the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt. Eddie's hand runs slow even strokes up and down Christopher’s back, taking longer to get from his nape to his waist than it used to but the bumps of his spine are still familiar. At some point, Eddie sees his Dad face peek around the door frame before he nods and closes the door on them.

“Buck says Hi,” Eddie whispers and Christopher chuckles even as his fingers dig a little harder into Eddie’s side and he rubs his cheek against his shirt. Eddie rocks Chris back and forth a little like he used to do when he was little and got overwhelmed or frustrated about something.

“I love you, kiddo.”

“I know.” There’s not a hint of unbelief in Christopher’s reply and Eddie feels the fractured pieces of his heart start to piece themselves together.

#911 fic #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie if you squint #911 spoilers #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie goes to texas #eddie and chris reunion #911 abc

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pretty-blkgirl · 3 days ago

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W E. A. Y [Ch. 10]

~ Masterlist ~

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Chan raises an eyebrow as you finish your 6th take, you can tell he, along with the rest of 3racha, was not impressed with your performance.

“Are you cool with that?” He asked

“Obviously not Chan” You sigh, rubbing your eyes that watered from the bright studio lights.

You started to hate the sight of the lyric sheets in front of you, and you could tell the producers knew that.

It was past midnight. Your members left long ago, finishing their parts for the first song of the joint album.

The other members of Stray Kids had finished two days before, it was just you holding back progression.

You never had trouble in the studio, but recent trips to your company head’s office to talk about small rumors popping up on Twitter stressed you out.

Nothing too serious, petty stuff that even the most impressionable fans wouldn’t believe. Though, you were still irritated, and it showed in your vocals.

“Let’s just call it a night,” Han said to you, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“No” you refuse, “We’re already behind, we gotta finish the song today”

“Y/n, your mind’s not in it” Changbin mumbled, “You can't sing if you’re not in the right place mentally”

“I am in the right place, actually”

“You’ve been staring off into space for the past 30 minutes. Missing ques, singing in the wrong key. We’re not recording if you can’t sing the song”

“I can sing the song” you groan. By this time, regular staff had left, leaving you and the producers of Skz.

You were surprised their managers left you all alone, but at least they wouldn’t witness the crash out brewing inside you.

Han scoffed, “You can’t sing the song”

“Jisung” Chan warned, causing the younger to roll his eyes

“Maybe you’re just tired” The oldest suggested, “Go home”

“Don’t tell me what to do”

“What’s your problem? Huh? Why can’t you at least be a little professional at work?”

“I’m not trying to be unprofessional”

Your lip quivered as 3 pairs of eyes stared at you with furious irritation. You were just as upset. Mad at yourself, mad at the situation, mad you couldn’t just get through your lines.

“Let me try again” Your voice cracked, and angry tears left your eyes.

“Y/n are you okay?” It was Changbin, his cold demeanor replaced with what sounded like actual concern

“I just wanna get through the song,” You say, gasping between words, “Can you please play the music?”

Chan gets up, “Get out of the booth y/n”

“Play the music please” You murmured

“Y/n, come out”

“PLAY THE FUCKING MUSIC PLEASE” Voice hoarse, tears more akin to a waterfall now.

The three men jump at your sudden outburst, but Han obliges you.

Maybe it was magic or just pure luck, but you managed to get through your lines perfectly.

Changbin even applauds you as you finally step out of the booth.

“Good job”

You bow at the producers, silently taking your stuff from the small leather couch near the entrance of the room.

“See you all tomorrow” You whisper, cheeks burning as you walk out the door.

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steviebbboi · 1 day ago

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The Games We Play (Enforcer!Curtisx Reader)

Word count: 1,593~

Summary: Curtis and you never seem to be fully done. But did you want it to be over?

Disclaimer: ***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cute*** Reblogs help writers reach more readers who may also enjoy our work. As you like, kindly reblog~ <3

Warnings: 18+ for implied smut (v. mild), exes/lovers trope (what are they -- idk but she's his), mentions of gang activity/mob life, mob organization, sorta soft!dark but not in a so-cute way, angst, toxic relationship vibes, possessive Curtis, Reader is kinda stuck in relationship. This fic's unbeta'd and likely has some writing errors (I'll fix it when I get to it)! There isn't lots of backstory to this one so infer away AKA frustrate yourself with some mild angst, and HEA is depending on how you see it!

A/N: Hello laddies~ it's been some time since I've posted something. Hoping this little angsty fic would tide some folx over as I work on my existing fics! Don't hate me too much, pls 🫣 the writing muse is slowly making its way back to me. This is written for the lovely Missy @saiyanprincessswanie and her writing challenge! Hope you enjoy, lovely <3

Cuddling your jacket closer to your chest, the dirt road ahead was only covered by a dingy and dusty orange road lamp that barely illuminated the area.

Chills ran through your body despite the warmth of your jacket and you clutched your arms together even tighter for added warmth. You knew better than to trust your friends to take you home the moment that they pre-gamed earlier that night— but they practically begged you to go out and you knew that it’d been way too long since you’ve had a girls night.

Despite your mild desire to go out, you knew that it would’ve been best to stay in since the girls kept griping about hooking up that night with the first cute guy that they would see when they got to the crowded bar.

As always, they convinced you that they wouldn’t abandon you at the bar, and like always, you believe them. Guess what happened.

Jessica disappeared the moment she got inside. Amber stayed around for a bit until she gravitated to grinding on a tall blonde on the dance floor. And Jenny was already making out with one of the bartenders in the bathroom.

Annoyed, mildly tipsy, and frustrated, you decided to just head home knowing that they were likely not going to be seeing you again that night and were likely to call tomorrow profusely apologizing, yet gaslighting you into how much of a prude you were or that you needed to get out more.

It’s not that you’re a prude- it’s just that you’ve lived that life a long time ago. And you were done with it. You enjoyed nights in with a cup of hot tea while marathoning your favorite movies. You liked to craft at home or bake a new recipe from that library cookbook that you didn’t get the chance to return yet.

The girl's criticisms still got to you though. Even though you knew that you were confident in your own ability to have fun and engage with the world— you couldn’t help but feel absolutely bored and vanilla.

If they only knew how untrue that really was…you made a commitment to yourself to live an abundant life once you left the world prior to this. But you couldn’t help but feel so alone.

You shivered once more as your boots sounded against the graveled dirt with every step you took forward. Cars would intermittently pass you with their high beam lights, and you felt safe enough considering it’s just the local street.

Seeing the Train Six Road sign up ahead, you tensed before taking a deep breath and continuing to move forward firmly. This part of town was unfortunately all too familiar, and you didn’t want to be in this neighborhood any longer that you needed to be. Especially considering the fact that he may be patrolling tonight.

It was like your mind manifested in real time your absolute misery as you heard the incoming car behind you. At first, you didn’t give it any thought— figured that it was another cab passing through. But once you noticed the headlight overcast growing as it got closer, and heard the car wheels start to slow into a gentle stop, you knew it was him.

You cursed under your breath as you didn’t even last two minutes until he caught wind of your presence (they had eyes everywhere). You also didn’t proceed to stop at all and continued to ignore him until he softly called out, “Get in, trouble. You’ll freeze out here.”

Releasing a loud scoff, you call out without looking back, “I told you to stop calling me that. And I was fine until you showed up, just pass by- I’m almost home.”

You continued walking and didn’t hear a response. A spark of curiosity fluttered as you heard the car door shut abruptly and footsteps moving towards you to match your pace until a bodied presence was next to yours.

Huffing out your frustration, you stopped to turn and face Curtis while crossing your arms.

“Curtis, seriously? Get back in your car!”

Completely ignoring the evident anger and annoyance that filled the cadence of your comment, Curtis merely smirked at you in response. “Dove, you know that’s not happening. Not sure why you think that.”

Releasing out another scoff, you rolled your eyes at the other despised nickname that rolled out of his annoyingly plump lips.

“I’m not your dove. Haven’t been for some time, or do you not recall?” Snark couldn’t be more palpable in your voice, albeit, the nerves trembled as they usually did around him. It’s like your body couldn’t help but react to him every time. You told yourself it’s the brutal combination of a cold winter and improper outside attire.

Curtis’ smirk persisted and you hated him for it, “C’mon, dove— we gonna play this game again tonight?”

You took in a deep breath and the frustration seemed to exhale out with your breath against the cold air. Your sigh echoed in the silent and dark trees around with a heaviness that came with the past.

Even though you and Curtis haven’t been in a relationship for a few months, it seems that you couldn’t completely shake the bastard. And you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t still have feelings for him, but you didn’t want them.

Your relationship together was loving, intense, caring, sexy…but it was also possessive and weighed heavy on your heart. Curtis’ role as your brother’s enforcer always brought in constant arguments and a coldness that you were desperate to stay away from.

Andy may be your brother, and you love him, but the blind loyalty that Curtis has to him as his second— to do the things that he does, it’s not something that you want a part of your life forever.

At first, Curtis would just harmlessly flirt and tease you. It would be your little game for years, until he saved you from an incoming assassination attempt that was for Andy. Since then, Andy deemed Curtis to be your protector as an additional duty. The beauty of time and a little magic sparked something like a kinship between you two and the rest unfolded naturally. It was as if it was all meant to happen in the first place. An eventuality.

But the constant possessive behavior- his tendencies to be controlling, and to know that he’d go out every night to seek retribution for your brother's organization…cause he liked it and he was good at it…had you forced with the realization that you’d never leave the life with Curtis still in yours.

And therein lies you and Curtis, seeking to drift in and out together but never seemingly apart for too long. Of course, any opportunities to even move on from him were a lost cause.

You’ll never forget leaving a dinner date a few weeks after you and Curtis broke up— only to come out and see Curtis resting against the car door, outwardly casual and relaxed, but the storm swirling in his gaze told a different story. It was hazed with an intensity that left your date stumbling away from you suddenly with muffled excuses of “leaving the stove on”. Meanwhile, Curtis’ threatening gaze wouldn’t leave the man’s figure until he got into his car and drove off.

At first, you were angry. Rageful, even. You’d shout at him and push him, and Curtis would just take it. He’d capture your hands in his eventually and his blue eyes stormed over your presence with a light that wasn’t present moments before. It was that light that always had you accepting him back into your life.

When you meet a person who would do anything to protect you, want you, and need you— you wonder why you’d ever give that up in the first place.

Looking up into his mirthful gaze now under the ambient light, you felt the annoyance take a step back once again as that light seemed to shine brightly as you. It illuminated those spots in your heart that felt dark and alone. With him, you were never lonely.

That’s what had you notably huff and pout while turning back around to get into the car. Curtis reserved his smirk and kept his ‘told you so’s’ to himself as he filed in right behind you. The car ride to your place was quiet until you realized that he bypassed your street completely and went down the dirt road to his place.

“Curtis, why do you always do this? I trust you for one minute and then you pull shit like this? We are not together anymore. Why are you always testing this?” You didn’t even turn to look at him as you spoke resolutely. A frustrated kind of numbness settled in as he turned off the car to address you, “Dove, you can keep pretending you hate me, but I see it in your eyes. You’re mine—even if you won’t admit it."

His words filled you with a familiar dread and yet also toned into that dangerous excitement that only seemed to build as your eyes met his serious gaze. Hearing Curtis speak so candidly about you filled those spots in your heart that felt empty with longing.

And that’s what made you go into his house. Eat some dinner that he made you. And later, end up naked in his bed while he cuddled you to his chest intimately. It just never seemed to end.

The thing is, did you want it to?

A/N2: Not sure if there will be more of these two -- just a little dark angsty vibes, but I imagine they may have a HEA after a goooood long and healthy talk...well, if Curtis is even capable of that 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Invincible chapter 2

It was another chance to be alone with you that was unfortunately ruined but this was also an opportunity for his father to see just how great you are.

Still, he was a bit worried about inviting someone without checking in with you first.

Should he call?

You did give him your number but he felt a bit off being the first

To call it seemed a bit weird.

How would the call even go?

“Hey clockwork I know we haven't known each other long and you don't usually work with others but I invited another hero to join us for patrol hope you don't mind”

He groaned harshly, rubbing his face.

It's not like he knew you long, a week into being a hero you had taken him under your wing after watching him get his ass kicked.

He wasn't even sure what this relationship was.

Mentor and mentee?

It's not like you trained him sure you offered but he never had the time.

Friends?

He didn't even know what you sounded like he didn't even know your favorite color, maybe purple? Your suit seemed to be primarily purple with splashes of vibrant greens and yellow, a bit of a tye-dye effect. It was cool straight out of a comic book, did you paint it yourself?

He had so many questions but it felt weird each time he tried to ask you about anything personal. He felt like he was intruding, worried that if he irritated you he'd be abandoned. You already rarely work with other people so allowing him was amazing all things considered.

So lost in thought his ringing phone was able to startle him back to reality the moment he saw the name of the caller he dove for the device quickly accepting the call.

“Heyyy um clockwork been awhile haha”

He froze (why did I say that I'm sure he thinks I'm weird

now shit shit)

“Yes it has been a while invincible, about tomorrow's patrol It's a bit dangerous unfortunately I'm unable to discuss much over the phone to put it simply wed be taking down an organization that has been experimenting on humans as well as a few superhuman individuals I'll protect you with my life I feel like this would be a great experience for you”

He flushed pink as a peach hiding himself under the blankets.

“Can you say that again”

“There's an organization I plan to take down so”

“Not that about protecting me?”

There was a long pause long enough for Mark to regret his words fidgeting a bit.

“I promise to protect you, invincible I won't allow you to be seriously injured I simply want you to observe a bit how I work I want us to continue working together think of this as a bonding experience”

Sure the voice was robotic but Mark couldn't help how warm he felt from the man's words pressing his face into the pillow with shame. What if it's an old frail man behind that suit or maybe a woman? There had been some theories that the man behind the suit was a woman.

Still, the hero was around for over 30 years, and having a crush on someone older than his mom felt weird.

“Invincible you alright?”

“Yes! I mean. Yes I'm fine it's just is it okay if someone else tags along?”

“A friend of yours is a friend of mine”

Mark bites his pillow to hide the squeal he is about to let out

“You think of me as a friend?”

“I'd like to think we are our time together has been short yet very meaningful to me”

“I think of you as a friend to”

“I'm glad”

Mark let out a yawn.

“Tired?”

“I wanna talk to you a bit longer”

“It's important to get the proper amount of sleep when you'll have a busy day ahead of you”

“But”

“You're curious about me, right? It'll allow you to ask 3 questions about me if you do well tomorrow so get some rest”

And with those parting words, he hung up

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famyuri · 2 days ago

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Hi there! I'm a sucker for crusty punky butch big sisters. Big stompy boots and baggy pants and unwashed hoodies and constant loud music & weed stink coming from their bedroom. If that inspires you at all I would love to read your musings on a dynamic with a sister like that. I love how you write. Cheers!

Your sister is the opposite of you in every way. You are petite, femme, you've always gotten good grades, you're a model of what being a good girl looks like. Your older sister however, entertains none of that. For as long as you can remember, while you've worn dresses and gone shopping seasonally to update your wardrobe, your sister has worn the same stuff for 10 years unless it doesn't fit her anymore or actively falls apart. She wears baggie hoodies, heavy combat boots, industrial piercings, spiked bracelets and bullet belts, jeans that specifically were given to a tiger to distress before buying them, and her hair is kept so short that in public people keep calling her "sir".

Not that you mind. You still love your sister after all. She's your sister. However she wants to present herself is ultimately her issue, but you do wish she would sometimes change it up. At least change up the music, you think bitterly to yourself one night when studying for a test taking place tomorrow. You've been hearing hard thumping rock and guitars wailing for as long as you've been studying and the noise is starting to really throw off your concentration.

With a small huff, you get up, go into the hall, and knock on the next door. There's no answer. You pound on the door next. Still no answer. Growing more frustrated, you wait until the current song ends and during the one second there's silence you hit the door with everything you've got — which isn't much but enough to alert her. The next song starts, and as she opens the door, an annoyed scowl on her face at having been interrupted from whatever she was doing, you're hit with a wall of sound and a wall of stench. If you thought the music was loud before...! And the smell... when's the last time she cleaned her room or did any laundry? When did she last shower? Why doesn't she at least open her window when she smokes weed?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you manage to get out "Can you turn down the music?" Which of course she doesn't hear. She leans forward, cupping a hand to her ear as though you're so small and quiet that you need a megaphone. You shout as loud as you can "TURN THE MUSIC DOWN, I'M TRYING TO STUDY!"

She rolls her eyes, goes back inside her room, and aggressively turns the sound UP. Coming back to the doorway, she has a shit-eating grin on her face. "BETTER?!" she says. By now the pulse in your temple is quickening due in part both to the tempo of the music and your growing impatience. You slip past her and go straight for the source of the music, turning it OFF instead. "There. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to study." You say before turning around to see your big sister's large frame blocking your exit, standing right in front of you with a dark look on her face, her sleep-deprived baggy eyes looking outright scary when combined with her glare.

"Did you just fucking touch my speaker." It wasn't a question. More a confirmation that you in fact did do that. "Someone's gotten a little too high and mighty. You need to be reminded of your place." You squirm past her and head for the door only to see it's closed, not that you'd have made it anyway. She already has you by the wrist and throws you with ease onto her bed. The smell is strongest here, so much so you become dizzy off of it in seconds.

Your big sis immediately is on you, hands on either side of your head, her knee slipped right in between your legs and pressed against your tight cunt. You try to wriggle away from her, but even if she were deathly ill you'd never be able to outfight her. You were too much a good girl to learn how to do anything but flail and whimper and scream to be let go. Too bad the music is already back on and the remote flung across the room so you can't turn it off again. Now no one can hear you scream.

"Please... not now, can't it wait til after I—" but she wraps a hand around your tiny throat and squeezes as she rams her knee against your slit. You hate how wet you get when she chokes you. It makes you feel so dirty to be turned on by that, by your own sister even! You're supposed to be a good girl! You tell yourself, every time this happens. But every time it ends the same. You cum all over her knee, strangled moans coming out of that good girl mouth of yours.

"Big sis, please..." you gasp breath ragged post-orgasm. But right now you're not her equal. You're barely even human. Right now, as she tightens the clasps and secures the fasteners of her strap, you are just as much a toy as the massive thing on her hips is.

She flips you onto your stomach, facedown and nose pressed right against her musky clothes. The smell is intoxicating... even with your distaste for weed, her scent is still addicting, permeating your nostrils and filling your brain with lust. You can smell the sweat that pooled onto these clothes as she touched herself while wearing them. It's enough for someone as straightlaced as you to effectively get your own kind of high off of, relaxing your body enough to lay there, ass up and pliant. Your big sis pushes your dress up, and rips the panties off your hips, before prodding against your hole with her strap. Without waiting, she pushes the whole thing in, forcing a muffled yelp out of your mouth.

Your big sis seizes you by the hips, fucking into you with no regard for you, shoving that massive dick into you again and again. You hate how much you love this. You're supposed to be the good girl! You hate how good this feels. You love that you hate how much you love this. You're about to raise your head to get a breath, only to feel one of her hands push your head further against the pile of clothes on the bed, all but suffocating you. Then, she pulls your long, beautifully maintained hair, letting you get that breath, on her terms. She ruts into you again and again, pounding into your plush ass so roughly she leaves bruises where your hips connect. Your brain is unable to form any coherent sentences, overwhelmed by all the sensations assaulting you. Eventually, it gives up and your eyes glaze over. You don't know how long she has her way with you, and after long enough, you don't care. Riding her strap, being carried in her arms and pushed up and down it, pushed against the wall and railed, bent over the desk, pushed against the window, tits against the glass, she fucks you every way from Sunday and more until she finally cums one time too many and tires out.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lights up a joint, pointing at the strap soaked in your juices. "Clean it." She says, and you get on your knees and start using your mouth, your tongue, dutifully cleaning up after yourself. The smell of freshly smoked weed fills the room. Your big sis idly pets your head. "Good girl."

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lokiswifeduh · 8 hours ago

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My Best Girl

Pairings- Bucky x Civilian!Fem!Reader

Summary- You push yourself to the limits with your job while Bucky is away, not realizing you are close to the edge until Bucky catches you from falling over it.

Warnings- Burnout, exhaustion, Bucky taking care of reader, hints at depression, physical burnout, I think that's it?

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Your whole body felt like it was being pulled down to the earth, like gravity had increased tenfold just from the walk up to your apartment.

Your feet burned with a horrible vengeance, and all your mind could think about was climbing into bed and pulling the covers over your head. You worked as a waitress in a diner down the street.

Bucky continued to offer for you to move into the tower so you could quit your job and hang out while he was on missions. But you declined, wanting to keep making your own money. Yet sometimes, you wished you had taken him up on it.

As you turned the key in the lock, you immediately dropped your bag to the floor, toeing off your shoes without bothering to put them on the shoe rack Bucky had bought last month.

"Doll?" Bucky walked from behind the wall of the hallway, in a pair of grey sweatpants and his red henley. You attempted a smile, pulling your jacket from your shoulders and throwing it on the countertop in the kitchen.

Bucky noticed the dullness in your eyes, concerned by the way you didn't seem to look at him for long before heading over to the couch and plopping down onto the soft cushions. Usually you greeted him by jumping into his arms and giving him kisses all over.

Granted, Bucky had been gone on a three week mission up until yesterday. He wondered, what the hell happened in three weeks?

He knew you were somewhat struggling when he came back. The kitchen had piles of dishes in the sink, laundry hadn't been done in what looked like over two weeks and your fridge was completely empty. But he knew when you got busy, sometimes you got distracted with things, everyone did.

"Honey? Are you okay?" Walking over to you, he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and draped it over your frame. He sat on the coffee table and rested a hand on your arm as you laid on your side, staring at nothing.

"Y/n?" Bucky said a little more urgently, making you finally look up at him. You hummed, not knowing he even asked you anything.

Your boyfriends brows furrowed in even more concern, moving his hand to your jaw, feeling the sweat that dripped from your hairline. "Doll, did something happen?"

You seemed to realize Bucky's worry, straining to sit upright with a couple winces. You had worked a double shift, almost 13 hours and your whole body was on fire. "No, I'm sorry, I'm just so tired Buck."

"I can see that, doll."

You leaned forward, resting your head on his chest as you didn't have much strength to stay sitting up. He could feel the tight muscles in your back as he rubbed his hand up and down it. The heat from your forehead was radiating against his chest.

He placed a kiss on your hair, "How about lets get you in the bath and get you to bed."

You hummed again, "That sounds nice, babe."

"You can even sleep in tomorrow, I'll make you your favor-" You shook your head, cutting him off, "I gotta work tomorrow, Buck."

Bucky leaned back, making you look up at him. "Doll, look at you, you're in pain, I'm pretty sure you have a fever, and you can't even hold yourself up right."

You felt the familiar lump in your throat, making you blink back the tears that threatened to fall. "I can't call in, my boss will kill me and-" "Doll, what happened while I was gone? I thought you were only working part time?"

You rubbed your eyes, shaking your head. "Someone quit so I think the last day off I had was.." Your brows furrow as you think. "When did you leave for the mission with Steve?"

"Three weeks and two days ago, honey."

You nodded, "I haven't had a day off since two days after you left." The silence in the apartment is deafening as Bucky goes through it in his mind. "Doll, you're telling me you haven't had a day off in..twenty one days?" You take a deep breath, leaning your head on your hands as you sway a little bit, Bucky moving his hand to your side when he notices. "That sounds about right."

Bucky feels his stomach drop. He had checked in with you every couple of days on the mission. He wasn't supposed to have any contact at all from it being so classified, however Steve let him sneak it in, knowing he couldn't go that long without talking to you.

He hadn't known you were working every single day, and he didn't notice it was taking this much out of you. He feels horrible for not being there for you, for not taking care of you when he needed you most.

"Y/n," He lifts your head with his hands, stroking your flushed cheeks with his thumbs. "Why didn't you tell me? Why haven't you quit? You know we can move to the tower, you won't have to worry about-" "Buck, you know I love working." You spoke softly, your voice starting to crack.

"Honey, this is too much, you look like you could collapse at any moment." You closed your eyes, feeling his touch and leaning into it. "It's apart of my job, Bucky. I've been there too long to leave."

He knew he wouldn't be able to convince you, letting you fall into his chest before he wrapped you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You winced, feeling your muscles ache with every shift of your weight.

He sat you on the counter, "Lean back, honey, can't have you falling on me." You nodded, closing your eyes and leaning back into the mirror as Bucky started the bath water, putting in some epsom salt and muscle relief foaming bath bubbles.

You must've fallen half asleep because the next time you open your eyes, Bucky is taking off your socks. Then leaning you forward to rest against his chest, he lifts your shirt and pulls it from your frame. Unhooking your bra next.

"Can you stand, doll? I needa' get these jeans off of you."

You nod, letting him help you put your feet on the floor as he kneels down and lets you rest your hands on his shoulders as he pulls down your pants and then panties.

Picking you up, he walks over to the bath and places you down in the water. You immediately feel the warm water soothe your body, moaning as your muscles relax for the first time in weeks.

Bucky fills up a cup, pouring the water over your hair before shampooing and conditioning it. He massages your scalp, making you groan from the tension headache slowly fading away. Next, he squirts some of your favorite body wash onto a rag, dragging it all along your body, rubbing your feet a little extra.

Bucky's hands leave your body once he's done rinsing the suds off. You open your eyes, grabbing his hand. "Where are you going?"

He turns back, kissing your forehead, "Just to get you some pajamas, doll."

You lean over, grabbing a towel before pulling yourself up shakily and wrapping it around yourself. Stepping out of the tub was difficult, but with both of your aching feet on the ground, you walked toward the bedroom, leaving some wet footprints on the way.

Bucky looks up when you enter, "Doll, I could've helped you-" You softly shush him, wrapping your hands around his neck and leaning up, "I forgot this when I came home." Closing your lips against his, you felt even more stress wash away. His mouth moved against yours in a soft yet wanting kiss, before parting.

Bucky smiled down at you, his blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours. "I missed you so much baby. I'm sorry i wasn't here." You shook your head, "You're here now, Buck. That's all that matters my love."

After getting you into a pair of his boxers and an oversized shirt, you and Bucky crawled into bed. He turned on some oldies, both of you soaking in the 40s' music as you laid in each others arms.

"Bucky?"

He looked down, "Yes, doll?" "I think I wanna take you up on your offer. Could we move into the tower, and can I quit my job?" He didn't say anything which made you start rambling, "I promise I can work for Tony, I'll even clean the residential floors for everyone, and I-"

"Doll, shhh," Bucky leaned up on his elbow, looking down at you. "You don't have to worry about any of that. Just focus on feeling better and taking care of yourself. I'll even take off of missions so we can spend a little more time together while you get situated." You placed a hand on Bucky's jaw, "You take such good care of me, love." Bucky let out a small laugh, "I gotta," He leaned down to kiss you, parting softly, "You're my best girl."

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Science?

Rafe cameron x plus-size bimbo reader

warnings : 18+ ‼️, grinding, groping, kissing, rafe objectifying reader. Reader is not overly stupid! But reader does wear revealing outfits.

summary: Rafe turns into a little bit of a stalker, just a cute little how you started dating. A little smut at the end but nothing too detailed.

Rafe didn't think about you very much when he first saw you, you were known as a bimbo. He liked to think he deserved a smart and sophisticated woman maybe even someone older. He would see you walking the halls smiling at everyone who said hi to you. He found it fascinating that you seemed to be so happy. So he watched you a little more accidentally learning your schedule.

When you got paired together in science his heart raced a little. You moved around taking his friend's seat next to him. You smelled sweet like candy it made his nose scrunch a little. You introduced yourself waving your hands around, your voice was just as sweet as your perfume.

"Rafe?" he didn't think anyone could make him love his own name more than you just did. He wasn't listening and you could tell with the way your shoulders slumped a little.

"Yeah sorry. What did you say?" I mean how did you expect him to listen when you had your tits on display for him. Your shirt a little too tight ending right above your belly button, your skirt sitting nicely on the tops of your thighs.

"I said we should work on this over the weekend." you look around the room and land your eyes on the clock. You smile as the bell rings girls piling around you.

"You should come to mine." he said trying to get you to look at him again.

"Ok! see you later." he blinked as he watched you hop up and walk away with your friends. Snapping himself back into reality he noticed your pretty handwriting in pink glitter, you wrote down your name and number.

When he got home he paced around his room gripping his phone like he was trying to choke it. Why was he so nervous? It was just you, right? He took a deep breath and sent a very dry message.

'what time should we meet up?' he stared at his phone eyes lighting up at your little three dots.

'Rafe right? I'm gonna say... 3pm 😋' he smiled.

'Ok' he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He had to make sure no one was home tomorrow.

He practically waited by the door for you like a little puppy. He hated how much he cared about this I mean he didn't even know you. You knocked making his already beating heart feel like it was gonna jump out. Opening the door he's taken back by your pink and white sun dress, your white heels and bag matching perfectly.

"Hey! Nice house." you say smiling brightly. God what did he get himself into.

"Thanks, come in." he moves aside but not all the way making you slide against him as you walk past. You felt so warm he had to suck in all the air he could to keep himself calm.

"Ok so if i'm being totally honest I don't remember what were supposed to be doing. That class is sooo boring." you walk through his house Rafes eyes glued to your ass.

"That's ok.." he honestly didn't remember either but he could always just ask someone. You stopped moving turning on your heel to look at him again.

"But! I brought my book and my laptop so im totally ready!" he reflects your smile a slight blush spread across him face.

"Good, we are partners." he sounded a little teasing but you didn't seemed phased by it.

He lead you to the couch his hand hovering over your back, he wanted to touch you so bad but he knew that once he did he wouldn't stop. So instead he worked on the assignment with you. Watching you try your hardest to be of use and you actually were putting together all of his research.

"Should we just call it a day?" you sigh leaning back slumping your shoulders. You've been working for hours not that Rafe minded that meant he go to watch your pretty face.

"Sure, you want something to drink?" you nod closing your eyes, it was cute. He smiled a little and got up pouring you a class of water hand picking some ice cubes. When he came back you hadn't moved at all, hands placed in your lap.

"Here you go." his voice was softer than he wanted it to be. You opened your eyes sitting up to grab the glass out of his hands. His fingers tingled a little when yours brushed against his.

"Thank you." you say putting a smile back on your face. He sat next to you resting his hands on his lap.

"You know I feel like I've been seeing you everywhere lately." you give him a small breathy laugh. His heart sinks into his stomach.

"I guess that's just because I know who you are now." you sigh again wrapping your glittery lips around the glass.

"Yeah, I think so." he was so relived you didn't notice his small stalking.

"I mean of corse I knew your name, I think everyone does. But you can't really trust what people say." you must be an angle, sent from god to pull him out of hell. (the obx) I mean you glowed like an angle and your so sweet, that has to be what you are.

"Well you can see me even more if you want." the words slipped out of his mouth so fast, he had to hold on to you while he still could. You stared at him for a minute squinting your eyes a little.

"I would love that! I don't have many guy friends." you smiled so widely he almost forgot what you said.

"No not as friends, i'm asking you out." he turned his body to face you resting his arm on the back of the couch. You blushed a nice pink leaving your mouth open in a cute little confused look.

"Like on a date?" you were so adorable it sent a wave of heat through his body. You must be made for him, everything about you is just perfect for him.

"Yeah, like on a date." the boyish smile on his face must have been enough to convince you because you made a cute little noise that almost sounded like a laugh.

"I would like that too." your voice was so soft, just like the rest of you.

And just like that you're attached at the hip Rafe never too far away. When you walked the halls his arm was wrapped around your shoulders or waist. He walked you to every class and drove you home or more often to his house. When you were at a party he never left you alone unless it was to get you another drink.

Sometimes he would get touchy grabbing your ass or squeezing your hips and stomach. Mostly when you were alone but honestly he would grab your ass anywhere. He never tried to force you into anything letting himself take his time with you. Not that you would pick up on his hints anyways, always so clueless.

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"Rafe" your voice was breathy, he had you straddled on his lap your thighs trapping his legs. His hands move constantly touching whatever part of you he could. Palming your ass grinding you down on him while his mouth attacks yours.

When he slides his hands under your shirt he could feel your skin prickle. His hand was bulging through your shirt as he gropes your tits through your bra. You moaned into his mouth starting to grind yourself against his hard on. Rafe thought he must have died as you glide over his throbbing cock.

"That feels so good baby." he whined into your mouth. What are you doing to him? As if you regained a brain you stopped moving pulling your mouth off his.

"You ok?" he asked. Then you saw how blown out his eyes are, his red lips and messy hair.

"Yeah, my boyfriend's so cute!" he almost came in pants when you called him that. You never had the boyfriend talk so hearing you say it as if it was a fact sent him over the edge.

"I think you're gonna kill me." he groaned burying his face in your chest. You laughed running your fingers through his hair.

He was never going to let you go.

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