#x y/n fluff

[adabird]

Being pregnant with Katsuki's kid was like being pregnant with a little chili pepper. Throughout the pregnancy, you had major heartburn and stomach aches. Which leads to you constantly remembering stories from your childhood. Growing up, your mother always told you stories about how you were so bald and so tiny. But when you mix those genes with a tall, muscular man with a full head of hair, you notice that you won't have a little bald baby. No, you'll end up having a baby that was 10 pounds, loud, and with a full head of hair. Maybe that's why you two decided to give the infant the nickname 'chili pepper'.

[aventurineswife]

Could you make a scenario where Furina has her first kiss with the reader? I can imagine her being very nervous, since she has never kissed before.

A First Kiss in Fontaine

Summary: Furina confesses that she has never kissed anyone before and is nervous about making a fool of herself. After some gentle reassurance, you share a soft, first kiss together. Despite her usual dramatic and confident persona, Furina is vulnerable in this intimate moment, and the two of you find a quiet connection under the moonlit sky of Fontaine.

Tags: Furina x Reader, First Kiss, Nervousness, Vulnerable, Romantic Fluff, Soft Moments, Sweet Romance.

[Header credits]

The night air in Fontaine was crisp, carrying the distant hum of water fountains and the faint melody of the Opera Epiclese. The city, bathed in the glow of street lamps, seemed to whisper secrets only the river could understand. You and Furina stood on a balcony overlooking the Court of Fontaine, the glistening waters reflecting the stars above.

Furina, ever the theatrical figure, leaned against the marble railing with her usual flair. But tonight, something was different. Her usual confidence felt… brittle, as if it might shatter with a single word. Her hands fidgeted with the lace on her sleeves, and she avoided your gaze—a stark contrast to her usual dramatic bravado.

"Tell me," she began, voice softer than usual. "What do you think of this city at night? Grand, isn't it? A spectacle, as always!" She laughed, but it was airy, almost nervous.

"It’s beautiful," you said, watching her more than the city. "But I think the company makes it even better."

That earned you a reaction. Furina’s fingers froze mid-motion, and she blinked rapidly, her eyes darting to yours. "You—! A-aha, what a charming compliment! As expected of someone with refined taste!" She flipped her hair dramatically, but the way her voice wavered gave her away.

She was nervous.

You tilted your head, stepping a little closer. "Furina, are you alright?"

"I—Of course, I am!" she declared, though her hands clenched into small fists at her sides. Then, she sighed, her shoulders sinking just slightly. "It’s just… I—hmpf! This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. But..." Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly looked away, her cheeks tinged with pink.

You waited, giving her time. Furina, despite her outward theatrics, was rarely this hesitant.

After a deep breath, she turned back to you, eyes shimmering with something uncertain. "I… I have never kissed anyone before," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Not once. And I—! I refuse to be terrible at it!"

You blinked, caught off guard by her confession. Then, a small smile tugged at your lips. "Is that what you're worried about?"

"Of course!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "What if it’s awkward? What if I—what if I make a fool of myself? What if—"

"Furina." You reached for her hand, and she tensed but didn't pull away. Instead, she stared at your fingers laced with hers, swallowing hard. "It doesn’t have to be perfect."

She looked up at you, vulnerability flickering in her expression. "But I want it to be," she admitted quietly.

Your heart ached at the honesty in her voice. You squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Then let’s make it special."

For once, Furina had no grand speech, no dramatic proclamation. She simply nodded, letting you guide her. You lifted your free hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. She was trembling, but she didn’t pull away.

You leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to stop. But she didn’t. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as your lips finally met hers.

It was soft. Tentative. A moment suspended in time, just the two of you and the quiet melody of Fontaine’s waters in the background. Furina let out a small, shaky sigh against your lips, and you could feel her relax, melting into the warmth of the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, she remained still for a moment, as if processing what had just happened. Then, her eyes blinked open, and her cheeks were a shade deeper than before.

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat, looking away. "W-well! That was… acceptable! Quite good, actually! You—you have proven to be a worthy first!"

You chuckled. "Glad to hear it."

She turned back to you, her expression softer now. "We should—perhaps—do that again sometime," she mumbled, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant.

You grinned. "I’d love to."

And under the moonlit sky of Fontaine, with the gentle waves whispering their approval, Furina smiled—genuine, unguarded, and beautifully hers.

[sonichugs]

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Bonus material below !! someone asked for this but I have to repost this, it didn't work yesterday. 🙊

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Sam Winchester x Reader

They didn’t talk much on the drive. Sam had the window cracked and your hand dangling out like you were trying to catch the wind. Every so often he glanced over and caught the way your hair moved in the breeze, wild and soft all at once. It messed with his head a little.

The cliff wasn’t anything special. Just a stretch of land over Highway 12 with a beat-up guardrail and a narrow trail that led to a ledge with a view. Dean would've called it a waste of gas. Sam figured it was the only thing that felt real in a while.

You climbed up ahead of him, boots slipping a little on the gravel. He caught your arm once, just instinct, and you gave him a look—half amused, half like you weren’t sure what to make of him anymore.

When you both sat down, the sky was already turning the kind of orange that made Sam ache. Not from beauty or anything poetic like that. It just reminded him of endings. Of all the things he couldn’t hold onto.

You didn’t say anything for a long time. Just sat with your knees pulled to your chest, your head tilted toward the sun like it owed you something.

“This isn’t gonna fix anything,” you said finally.

“I know.”

He meant it. He knew this wasn’t a cure. Not for the blood on his hands, or the nightmares that lived in both your heads. But it felt like it was something.

The sun dipped lower, painting the cliff in gold and pink. Your face was lit up like you belonged to the light instead of the dark places you both came from.

Sam looked at you then, really looked. And for once he didn’t think about what he’d lose. He didn’t think about the monsters or the deals or the way everything he touched seemed to break.

He leaned in slow, like the world might stop him. You didn’t move, didn’t flinch. Just closed your eyes.

When your lips met his, it was quiet. Not desperate or rushed. Just still and real and enough to shut out the noise for a while.

When he pulled back, your forehead rested against his. The sun was almost gone, the sky bleeding into night.

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[kismetarchive]

Simon helps you put on your heels

cw: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

"Simon, can you help me love?"

Your back was facing simon, head turned to look at him behind your shoulder.

He was in the middle of buttoning his shirt, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest as he stepped closer to you — calloused hands running along your back, savoring the feeling of his hands on your soft skin. He lowered his head and planted a kiss your shoulder, making the small hairs on the back of your nape rise and a whine fall past your lips.

"Simon." You'd huff out softly, pouting at him for being such a tease.

"Sorry darlin', you just look so beautiful."

He whispered lovingly, planting one more gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder before zipping up your dress.

"You're stunning, love." Simon hummed as he looked at you through the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

"We're gonna be late if you keep this up Simon."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You rolled your eyes, wriggling yourself out of his grasp as you walked to where your heels were. Simon followed closely behind, hooking his arm around your waist to stop you from bending down to grab your heels.

"I'll do it for you love."

Simon purred softly, kneeling on one leg as his hands guided your feet to slip into your heels, planting a tender kiss on your knee as you giggled at the soft affection.

"Si—"

You gasped when his lips went further up your leg, immediately grabbing his scalp and pulling him away — a grin on his face as your frowned.

"We can't be late Simon!"

You'd remind him and he'd huff playfully, still smiling as he got up onto his feet and press a kiss on your temple.

"After the party then love?"

"Fine." You'd roll your eyes, but your frown couldn't last when he kept peppering kisses all over your face.

Sneaky bastard, knew exactly how to rile you up and then calm you down. (And he definitely got what he wanted after the party)

「 Masterlist ❤︎ 」

[sushiyuzu]

fainted

warning: fluff + comfort — soft!sylus taking care of you after you fainted 💫🫶🏻 [ x mc，x reader ]

a/n: thank you for the lovely request, anon! are you feeling better now? i’m concerned :c pls take care of yourself, okay? <3

anon’s request / link: click here

- second acc: @blushpawss

“you know… i don’t think i’ve ever seen a night like this,” you said softly, looking up at the stars shining in the dark sky.

the air was cool and fresh, wrapping around you like a gentle breeze as you and sylus walked down the almost empty street. it was quiet, with only the distant sound of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.

you and sylus had discussed and planned this night out a few days ago, even though he lived far away in a place called onychinus. it was a big dangerous city far from linkon, where you lived. getting to linkon from onychinus took him hours, but he didn’t seem to mind.

never to him at all, when it comes to you.

“distance isn’t a problem,” he had told you over the phone, his voice calm and steady. “i’ll be there. all you have to do is say yes.”

of course, you had agreed. the thought of him driving all that way just to spend time with you made your heart race. you could almost hear him smile through the phone when you said yes.

“then it’s a plan,” he replied, as if the long drive was nothing.

now, as you strolled outside together under the night sky, you felt grateful. he had come all this way just to be with you. when he arrived, you felt a thrill seeing him step out of his sleek black car, his eyes finding yours as he walked toward you.

sylus looked at you from the side, his expression hard to read as always, but there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. “guess it’s not often you’re out this late,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with a bit of his usual confidence. even though he was usually serious, you had learned to see the small ways he showed his softer side—mostly when he was with you.

and you find that adorable, however.

“maybe not,” you replied, a lighthearted tone in your voice. “but i like it… it’s peaceful.”

you had been walking together for a while, enjoying the cool night air. he had suggested this place earlier—a quiet little park just outside the city, away from the bright lights and noise. with the moon low in the sky, shining soft silver light on the path, it felt like a different world, one where time slowed down, and it was just the two of you.

you felt a small warmth in your chest that grew stronger when you were with him. the way he walked a bit closer to you tonight, his hand sometimes brushing against yours, made your heart beat a little faster. there was something calm and charming about him that made you feel safe, even when you felt a strange dizziness you couldn’t shake off. you had been feeling a bit off since earlier, but the moment felt too perfect to ruin with your worries. maybe it was nothing—a little tiredness or a chill in the air.

maybe.

“are you sure you’re alright?” he asked suddenly, his eyes focused on you as he noticed you swaying a bit. sylus had a way of noticing things that others might miss, and his attention to detail was almost surprising.

“yeah… i’m good, really,” you assured him, managing a small smile. “just a little lightheaded.” you laughed softly, trying to brush it off, though you could feel his gaze linger, a crease forming on his brow.

he didn’t buy it; you could tell by how he slowed his steps and focused completely on you. “we don’t have to keep walking,” he said, stopping and looking down at you with a mix of concern and determination. “we can go back to the car if you need to rest for a bit.”

“no, no… i’m fine, really,” you insisted, trying to sound convincing, but even to yourself, it felt weak. you wanted to stay and enjoy just a few more moments of this rare peace with him.

but that’s when it happened.

you felt the world tilt, the stars above becoming blurry and slipping away. your knees felt weak, and your vision faded to a soft blur. before you realized it, the ground seemed to disappear beneath you.

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when you opened your eyes, everything felt different. the cool night air was still there, but it felt warmer now, and you understood why—it was sylus. he was holding you in his arms, his strong grip supporting you. his expression was unusually soft, showing a rare vulnerability in his normally steady gaze. his voice was quiet, but it felt like a warm blanket around you.

“hey… you’re awake,” he said, relief laced in his tone. “just take it easy.”

you blinked, still feeling a bit confused, trying to understand what was happening. “what… what happened?” you asked softly, your voice shaking. it was a strange feeling to be so vulnerable, and the look in his eyes—something like worry—made it feel even more real.

“you fainted,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard. one of his hands was gently on your back, holding you close, while his other hand held yours, making you feel secure. “just breathe, okay? you’re safe.”

a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized what had happened. “i… i’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. “i didn’t mean to scare you…”

“don’t apologize,” he said, his voice strong but soft with unexpected kindness. “it’s not your fault. if anything, i should have noticed sooner.” he changed his grip a little, gently brushing his thumb along your shoulder in a way that felt almost unreal.

you took a shaky breath, feeling a little more steady, but still shaken by everything that happened. fainting was something you had never experienced before, and how sudden it was made you feel vulnerable, like you were on unsteady ground. “it… it’s never happened before,” you whispered, looking up at him, trying to hide the fear still in your eyes. “i didn’t know what to do…”

his gaze softened even more, which was rare to see. “you don’t have to know what to do. that’s what i’m here for,” he said quietly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, his touch comforting. “it’s okay to lean on me, you know? you don’t always have to be so strong.”

his words wrapped around you, calming the panic in your chest. sylus was always a loving presence, and even in moments like this, his affection shone through. every gentle touch and soft word felt like a promise that he would always be there for you. he helped you sit up, keeping his arm around your shoulders to steady you, his grip strong and reassuring.

“still dizzy?” he asked, his voice soft but full of quiet concern that made your heart ache in a good way.

“just a little,” you admitted, feeling a bit more stable now but still grateful for the warmth of his arm around you. “thank you, sylus… really. i don’t know what i would have done without you.”

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head a little. “you think i’d let you faint without doing something?” his lips turned up into a small smile, a hint of his usual bold confidence coming back. “besides, if it’s you who needs me, i don’t mind being a little less… myself.”

his words made your heart skip a beat, and their meaning settled over you. for someone like sylus, who was so confident and calm, it meant a lot to know he would let his guard down just for you. he wasn’t just saying it—he was showing it with every careful movement and every gentle touch.

after a while, he helped you get back up, guiding you carefully to a nearby bench under the trees, where the moonlight filtered softly through the leaves. you both sat there in comfortable silence, your small hand still held tightly in his large hands, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.

“just promise me something,” he murmured, breaking the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

“anything,” you replied, meeting his gaze.

“next time, don’t hide it. i’d rather know you’re not okay than find out like this,” he said, his eyes serious and filled with so much unspoken care.

you nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “i promise.” then, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting the quietness of the night surround you both. you knew that as long as he was beside you, you’d never have to face anything alone again. as you sat there, sylus kept his arm draped around your shoulders, steadying you with every gentle movement. he didn’t let go, as if to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. a soft breeze rustled through the trees, bringing the scent of night-blooming flowers. even though the air felt cool against your skin, his presence kept you warm.

“let’s get you some water,” he said, his voice a smooth murmur, laced with concern. “i parked a little ways back. can you stand?”

you nodded slowly, still feeling a bit shaky, but his hand on your back gave you strength. he helped you rise from the bench, his touch careful yet firm. as you swayed slightly, he immediately moved closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “easy now,” he said, his voice low but steady. “i’ll take you.”

with surprising ease, he lifted you off the ground, cradling you against him. the warmth of his body enveloped you, and you instinctively relaxed in his hold. it felt both comforting and safe, easing the fear that had been building in your chest. you caught the glances of a few passersby, but in that moment, all you could focus on was sylus.

“hold on tight,” he said with a hint of a smirk, though you could hear the seriousness beneath it. “i promise i won’t drop you.”

as he carried you toward his car, the world around you began to blur, the sounds of the night fading into the background. the soft crunch of gravel beneath his shoes was the only noise as he approached the sleek vehicle parked a few meters away. when you reached the car, he gently opened the passenger door and carefully placed you inside.

“there you go,” he said, his tone lightening as he made sure you were settled in comfortably. “now, just relax for a moment. i’ll be right back.”

you watched him as he closed the door and walked toward a nearby convenience store. he moved with a smoothness that always caught your attention, even in a rush. his broad shoulders were strong and made his waist look smaller. you could see his biceps flexing slightly as he walked, showing off the muscles under his fitted shirt. his abs were well-defined, tightening a little with each step he took.

when he turned to look back at you, the streetlights lit up his strong jaw and the light stubble on his face, making him look even more charming. you leaned back in the soft leather seat, still feeling a bit dizzy but thankful he was there. the cool air from the car’s air conditioning felt nice against your skin.

as he went into the store, you admired how he carried himself, a mix of confidence and grace. it was always nice to see him move like that, reminding you how strong and supportive he was, especially in moments like this. you felt warmth inside, not just from his presence but from how much he cared for you.

after a few moments, you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering light-headedness. sylus returned quickly, a water bottle in one hand and a small bag in the other. he climbed back into the car, his expression a mix of relief and determination.

“i got you water and some snacks,” he said, handing you the bottle first. “you need to stay hydrated.”

you unscrewed the cap, taking a few small sips, the coolness refreshing against your dry throat. sylus watched you carefully, his gaze never leaving your face as if he was making sure you were okay. once you finished drinking, he handed you a small pack of crackers.

“here, eat these,” he urged, his voice low and steady. “it’ll help with your energy.” you took a cracker, nibbling at it while he kept his eyes on you, his presence calming you.

“thank you for coming back so quickly,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his care.

“wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone after that,” he replied, his tone casual yet sincere. “not a chance.” he settled back in his seat, his body angled toward you, ready to offer support at a moment’s notice.

as you continued to nibble on the crackers, he leaned closer, his hand finding yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting grip. “you scared me, you know,” he admitted quietly. “when i saw you sway like that, it felt like the world stopped for a moment. i just... i couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

the weight of his words settled between you, his usual confident facade dropping just enough for you to see the worry behind it. you felt a swell of emotion in your chest, and you squeezed his hand tighter.

“i’m sorry,” you said softly, feeling guilty for causing him concern. “i thought i could handle it.”

“it doesn’t matter,” he replied, shaking his head slightly. “just promise me that if you ever feel off again, you’ll tell me right away. no hiding it.” his voice held a firm yet gentle tone, as though he was reminding you once more, giving you a silent promise that he would always be there to help.

“i promise,” you said, feeling reassured by his care. the way he was looking at you made you feel safe, like nothing could hurt you as long as he was by your side.

after a while, you started to feel more like yourself, the snack helping to ease the light-headedness. as you leaned back in your seat, you took a moment to appreciate the night sky outside the window, the stars twinkling brightly against the dark backdrop.

“do you want to stay here for a little while longer?” he asked, noticing your gaze. “i can turn the car on for a bit if it gets too warm.”

“i think i’d like that,” you replied, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

he nodded and turned on the car, filling the interior with a soft hum. he shifted in his seat to face you fully, resting his arm casually against the back of the passenger seat. “tell me more about what you want to do when you feel better,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i’m all ears. and i’ll always be right by your side, even if it means facing any challenges.”

as his warm words wrapped around you, you realized that what happened earlier was behind you. in this moment, with sylus next to you and the stars shining bright above, everything felt right again.

[blushpawss]

period cramps

warning: fluff — soft!sylus taking care of you during your 1st day of period 🩷

main acc: @sushiyuzu

the cramps hit hard, making you double over in bed, clutching at your lower abdomen as the pain radiated through you. you’d tried everything—heating pads, painkillers, lying in every position you could think of—but nothing seemed to ease the discomfort. it was one of those days where your period felt like a heavy weight on your body, and no matter how hard you tried to push through it, you just felt drained.

sylus had been in the other room, giving you space, but it wasn’t long before you heard the soft padding of his feet as he came to check on you. you were curled up on your side, wrapped in blankets, but your face must have given away how much pain you were in.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, his crimson eyes filled with concern. “still bad?” he asked softly.

you nodded, unable to muster the energy to say much. the cramps had you feeling so weak that even answering felt like a chore. instead, you just closed your eyes and tried to breathe through it.

sylus didn’t push for more. instead, he slipped off his shoes and settled himself next to you, his large body filling the space on the bed. without a word, he placed his warm hand on your lower back, rubbing slow circles that were so gentle, you could almost melt into the touch.

“let me help,” he whispered, his voice soothing.

you sighed, grateful for his presence. the way he rubbed your back felt like he was trying to massage the pain away, his hand firm but careful. “it’s just really bad today,” you finally murmured, your voice strained. “nothing’s helping.”

sylus frowned, a flash of frustration passing through his eyes. “i hate seeing you like this,” he admitted, his silver hair falling into his face as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “i wish i could take it all away.”

you felt the weight of his words in the warmth of his touch. he always hated seeing you in pain, especially when there was nothing he could do to fix it. but even in moments like this, when all he could offer was comfort, he did it with so much care that it almost made the pain more bearable.

he stood up briefly, disappearing into the bathroom before returning with a fresh heating pad. he carefully placed it against your lower stomach, adjusting it until it was in the perfect spot. the warmth immediately began to soothe the cramps, at least a little.

“here,” he said softly, sitting back down beside you. “try this.”

you gave him a weak smile, grateful for the gesture. “you’re spoiling me,” you mumbled.

“you deserve it, sweetie,” he replied without hesitation. “especially when you’re feeling like this.”

he lay down beside you again, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. his body was warm, solid, and the way he held you made you feel safe, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay.

“you know,” he said after a few moments of silence, “i read that massaging certain spots can help with cramps.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him through tired eyes. “did you really?”

he smirked, his crimson eyes twinkling with amusement. “i did. i looked it up earlier.”

“i can’t believe you looked that up,” you muttered, feeling a soft laugh escape your lips despite the pain.

“i’ll do whatever it takes,” he said with a shrug, then started gently kneading your lower back in slow, steady motions. “is this okay?”

you let out a long breath, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease under his touch. “yeah,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “that’s perfect.”

his hands worked magic, applying just enough pressure to relax your aching muscles without causing more discomfort. he was slow, deliberate, as if every touch was meant to ease your pain, and you could feel yourself starting to relax under his care.

“just let me take care of you, sweetie,” he murmured softly, his voice low and comforting. “you don’t have to do anything right now. just rest.”

you didn’t argue. the combination of the heating pad and sylus’ gentle massage was starting to lull you into a peaceful state, your body finally beginning to loosen up after hours of tension. the pain was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp, dulled by the warmth of his hands and the feeling of him beside you.

he shifted slightly, pulling you closer so that your head rested against his chest. his heartbeat was steady, a calming rhythm that made you feel more grounded. “i’ll stay right here,” he whispered, his lips brushing the top of your head. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you smiled faintly, your hand resting lightly on his chest as you snuggled into him. “i’m lucky to have you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

“no,” sylus replied softly, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “i’m the lucky one.”

the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside forgotten as he held you close. the pain might not have gone away completely, but having sylus there, his warmth, his touch, made it so much easier to bear.

“just rest,” he whispered again, his voice so soft, like a lullaby. “i’ve got you, sweetie.”

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

if it’s not too much to ask, could y/n hug a megatron?(it doesn’t matter the iteration)

Here’s a Idw megaton getting a hug from y/n for Valentine’s Day!!! 💖💖

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Peaceful as it Comes

Wife Sevika x Female Wife Reader (Fluff)

Domestic moments with Sevikidiki. More than one scenario with head cannons at the very end. :))

Content: Sevika has both arms. Modern Setting. Lots of being in Sevika’s lap and having her hug you from behind. Minor age gap.

Proofread || Note: DAY DREAMING ABOUT THESEE!! Ignore any spelling/grammar mistakes 🙂‍↔️

Breakfast with Distractions

You lived in out in the country with a small, satisfying, house that came with a lot of land. You had your own garden in the backyard, fueled by the river than ran through it. Early in the mornings you’d find yourself sat on a wooden chair, that your wife had built you, with a cup of coffee in hand. The sounds of the birds chirping, breeze blowing the trees, and the soft clinking from the backdoor opening would make the moment further more peaceful. It was your wife.

Sevika approached, standing behind you and staring down at your figure. You had on the dress she’d gifted on your anniversary. A red and white long, flowly dress which you matched with a pair of brown boots. Your wife said it was her favourite outfit, so you wore it often. The smell of her cologne filled your nose and she smiled at your cozied position. Legs pulled up to your chest, cup on your knees, with your hair flowing with the wind that flew by.

Everything was peaceful.

“Morning, you’re already out here?” Sevika broke the silence, brushing a hair from your lips. “Thought I’d finish planting the flowers, I’ve only got a few left.” You answered, watching as she leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Y’have breakfast yet?” At her question, you flash a sheepish smile and raise your cup. Coffee was the only thing you’d had.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah, pancakes sound good.”

Entering inside, you tie on your apron and pull out a pan from the cabinet. Your shared house wasn’t fancy, wasn’t fleshy built, but it was enough to satisfy your quiet life. Cracks were common, so were stains, and especially creaks. But it, honestly, only made it feel more like a home. Like you were actually living there.

“In my defence, I was waiting for you to wake up.” You muttered, mixing the milk and pancake batter. “And, you couldn’t of done that yourself?” Was Sevika’s sly response, with her hands on your hips she began swaying them. Guiding them alongside with her all the while peppering your shoulder with kisses. “Your wife’s a little busy.” Though you couldn’t resist it when she was so affectionate. “Oh? Is swaying your hips a distraction? Wouldn’t o’guessed.“ Sevika’s voice low and soft as her hands ran up and down your sides. “Did I say that?”

With the batter finally mixed, you pour some onto the heated pan and spread it into a circle. As the pancakes cooked, your wife turned you around and gave your hips a squeeze. “Still busy?” Forehead pressed against yours, back leaning against the counter with your hands now cupping her cheeks. You smiled. “Not as much as before, no.”

Your eyes met her pretty grey ones and you didn’t stop yourself from being pulled into a kiss. It was slow, just staring into eachother all the while sharing your breaths. Beautiful was what you called it. And when Sevika’s dark lips finally pressed against yours, your mind went blank for a moment. The pancakes didn’t matter. The flowers you had to plant could wait another hour. And, your grumbling stomach could kiss some ass. All you could really focus on was the soft taps your wife left on your lips. The way the warmth of her hands seeped through your dress and heated your skin. The way her breath felt against your face. And the way her lips tasted.

With a lingering peck on your lips, your girlfriend pulled back. “Love my days off.” She whispered, half her attention on flipping the pancake. “If it had burned I would’ve kicked your ass.” You joked, kissing her cheek one last time before going back to preparing breakfast.

“You’re a real distraction, babe.”

“And, you love me for it.”

Take a Break, Don’t ya?

Chores. Chores. Chores. And, some more chores. You’d made dinner, vacuumed the house, and even cleared out some of Sevika’s old papers from her office desk. Now, the last few things you needed to do were: clean the kitchen and sweep the floors. Those were easy tasks, and you were prepared to get them done.

Wiping the marble counters with a wet towel, you made sure everything was squeaky-clean. Made sure the ingredients were arranged perfectly, the sink was empty, and the dishes were where they were supposed to be. It took you about an hour, and in that time frame your wife had returned home and was freshening up.

A damp towel wrapped around her neck, she made her way to you. Wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts, she looked exhausted. Sevika worked in construction, and that meant constant stress, sore muscles, and injuries. Though they were only minor, scratches and bruises were something you could handle. Not to mention how much muscle she’d put up, it was attractive. Made you horny even on your period.

“Haven’t seen you all day.” Her muscular arms tapping your backside to her front as she breathed down your neck. “How was work? Tiring as usual?” You, settling the pans and pots into the cupboard neatly, asked. Everyday was just as busy as the last, except for weekends; that’s when you and your wife could do whatever you wanted to.

“Y’guessed it,” pressing a heavy kiss on your cheek and pulling away to sit herself down onto the couch. “Hey, dinner’s ready. Grab a plate.” You’d already ate with content and now were waiting for your wife to. Afterwards, the two of you were free to talk and huddle up next to one another. “I will, just come here for a second.”

“You’re not the only busy woman in this relationship.” You flash her a look, tossing the towel into the washer before hanging your apron on a chair. There was more to do, and Sevika wanted you to relax with her? Well, you couldn’t really say no. Not when her legs were perfectly spread and her voice sounded so welcoming.

Plopping down onto your natural seat, your wife’s lap, you take a deep, long breath. It’d been a hot minute since you’d let your sore back slouch. Let your legs relax. “Take a break, alright? I know you’ve been at it for hours.” Sevika shifted on the couch, legs spreading further as she settled you inbetween them. It was like that everyday.

She’d come home, freshen up, and just sit with you for a few. It took your mind off of things, made your tense muscles loose. You appreciated how easily she could get. Also, because she said you’d have more wrinkles if you worked too hard. It was supposed to scare you.

Your cozy little home had one bedroom, one bathroom, and.. well, one everything. The two of you weren’t planning on having kids, not so soon anyways. Sevika knew she’d struggle with providing for them and you knew it’d only be a hassle. Considering you were in your early thirties and she was in her mid forties, she worried about you a lot. You were young and, sometimes, she even felt guilty for “taking away” your freedom. Which was a bit dramatic in your opinion. You chose marrying her, and you never regretted it.

“How was your day? ‘Nd don’t just say good, I know there’s more to it.” Your wife’s arm wrapped around your waist and she burried her face into your shoulder, inhaling your scent and savouring the closeness. Sevika was the kind of wife to call you every few hours when she was away, text you whenever she was on break, and even send you random pictures. Her selfies consisted her biceps, her coworkers, and silly faces. All taken for you to save and enjoy.

“My day? Well, don’t get me started on that creeky little door. I swear, everytime I open it it sounds like I’m in one of those horror movies. And, Sev, you promised you’d fix it and, again! You didn’t!” Your finger pointing to the storage room door that Sevika, somehow, broke by accident. She said she tripped and the whole door fell down. “I put some vegetable oil on the.. screw thingies. I saw it on youtube and, my god, it worked! At first I thought it was click bait but, to my surprise, it was the real deal.”

Your wife’s response to all of that? The occasional humm, a few chuckles, and an abundance of nods. She loved listening to you complain, even talk about the silliest things that happened throughout your eventful day. The thing she most adored was the fact that you’d tell her tiny details rather than the big ones. She remembered this one time where you were rambling on about something that had to do with the TV and had completely forgotten to bring up the fact that you’d cut your finger. You ended up getting a pink, princess bandage wrapped around your thumb.

“Alright, aright. I’ll fix it this saturday.” Her tone unbothered yet full of fondness. “Promise, love. Y’know I’ve been busy.” A laugh left her lips as she squeezed you with affection. It was like everything you did made Sevika completely and utterly happy. Be it wearing her favourite outfit, making her favourite food, or even walking around the kitchen, your wife found you pulling.

“Dinner’s gonna get cold, Sev. I worked hard on that thing.” Your hands giving her thighs a pat, you push off her lap and stand up— only to find yourself pulled back. “Where do you think you’re going? Few more minutes, we can always reheat?” She placed you sideways on her lap all the while nipping at your neck and causing you to giggle. “Vika! Eek!”

“Y’think you can escape me? Now I’ll have to eat you whole!” Her voice a playful gruff as her large hands began to tickle your sides.

“Hey! Hey! Not the—.. not the sides!”

Awsome-Sauce

The two of you decided to settle in an apartment, it was spacious and pretty damn expensive. And, Sevika being a business woman, she provided everything. From the rent to the groceries, it was her money you spent.

In return, the best you could give her was keeping the apartment clean and.. well, a home. Though, Sevika never asked anything from you— only your love and presence. That’s all she needed, and she’d told you that a million times. Whenever she was home, she wouldn’t let you lay a finger on anything that had to do with work. You wanna wash the dishes? Sevika’s alright got it covered. You need to fold the laundry? Your wife’s two steps ahead and even organized all the clothes. The kitchen’s a mess? She’ll be ready to scrub it clean. You never had to worry about a thing.

“Come on, it’s just sweeping. I do it every week day. When you’re not here? Y’know?” The least you could do was help the muscular woman who was cooking dinner, her hands busy with cutting the vegetables. “Nope, you’re gonna sit your pretty ass back on the couch, babe.” Her head turned to you, eyes narrowing at the sight of you holding a broom. “Babe.. seriously?—“ “Yes, seriously. You do s’much all week, take a break.” She motioned towards the couch before turning back to the cutting board.

“And you don’t? I mean, you’re at the office all week. Let me help.” Leaning the broom against the counter, you rest your head against her back and fiddle with her apron. Sevika’s response was a light chuckle, one that made you smile. “True that. But, I still don’t like it when you’re all.. occupied.” She placed the knife down and turned to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweeping is all you’re doing, okay?” Her voice was so sweet that it convinced you to do what she said, sweep and sit your ass down onto the couch. “Got it. Just holler at me if you need help, do not hesitate.” You pointed a finger before you reach for the broom again.

A solid thirty minutes later, your girlfriend nudged you. “Dinner’s ready, hope you’re hungry!” Her lips curled into a bright smile, your wife went back to cooking and went all out. Cutting the vegetables, choosing the spices, to adding other ingredients. From the back, she looked smoking hot. Her shoulders toned from her tight black shirt and her muscles clear as day. You wanted her to rip off her clothes and focus on you.

But that could wait.

“Alright, c’mon. Let’s eat.” Sevika’s hand guided you towards the dinner table where you sat down beside her. Yes, she preferred you being right by her side. “The usual. Rice. Hope you like it, baby.” Arm around your hip before she pulled your chair closer.

The dinner table was set perfectly, and you were almost jealous at how easily she’d made the food infront of you. It looked good, as usual, and you dug right in. You were a big fan of Sevika’s cooking, it was like a five-star chef had made it specially for you. You’d never get used to her iconic rice, it was always so flavourful. She’d never share her recipe, though.

Dinner was a blast, and now your stomach was too full. Spread across the couch, head on the arm rest as Sevika sat under your legs, she gave you a smile. “Ate too much?” Her large, calloused fingers massaging your feet. “Wayy to much. But, it was worth it. You make the best damn rice.” You were sure it was the brand of rice, there was no way she could get the consistency so.. perfect. “Good to know you’re satisfied.”

Oh, you were more than satisfied.

“It’s late, y’wanna head to bed?” Her mother-like tone causing you to lazily groan. You were exhausted, but sleep wasn’t exactly what you needed. “Not until you..” a grunt escaped your lips as you sat up. “Tell me your recipe.” Your back cracked like an old lady’s, and you straighten at the sound.

“Recipe for what? The rice?” Sevika pulled you into her lap, you inbetween her spread legs as she brushed back your hair. “There’s no recipe. I wing it.” You snorted at that. “Wing it? You? A business woman? Are you kidding?” No, she wasn’t.

Matter of fact, she was being completely honest. After watching tutorials online, Sevika had picked up on certain aspects of the amount spices she need and what temperature the stove should be on. It was all practice, in her opinion.

“I’m serious.” She gave your back a few rubs, hoping your stomach felt better by now, all the while her opposite hand gave yours a squeeze. “But, if you really wanna know? I use this sause from the store downtown, it’s pretty good.” Her lips curled into a playful smile as she gave your back a pat

“It’s called awsome-sause. Have you heard of it?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her in the side.

“You’re an asshole.”

Kisses

Throughout your marriage, Sevika had grown softer, gentler as you changed and opened further up to her. Like, your new favourite things, new interests, she loved every bit of it.

One change you’d noticed about her was the way she kissed you.

From rough, desperate make out sessions to light taps on your lips. Her tongue would feel the curve of your skin before she’d ask for entrance, compared to before when she’d demand for it.

Don’t get it wrong. You loved when your wife man handled you, took charge and dominated you. But sometimes, all you could really want was her loving side. The side of her where she felt that too much pressure would break you. Where she was so gentle with you that it felt unreal.

Her preferred position was with you sat on the dinner table, legs dangling down and inbetween her own. She’d hold onto your hips, squeeze and rub your skin there before making her way to the back of your head. One hand palming it as the other rested on the small of your back.

Before the kiss would start, she’d just stare into you and whisper a few sweet nothings. A good example being; “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” She had said that almost every day.

Your wife would then pull you into the most beautiful kiss you’d ever experienced. She was nothing like the rough and tough exterior she showed off, she was careful.

She’d often let escape soft, bare audible, grunts. A humm of enjoyment, aswell. She wasn’t embarrassed, just a little self conscious that it made you feel icky— which, it didn’t. And to show so, you’d cup her face and make sure she didn’t pull back. The gesture always made her melt.

Sevika’s breath smelled like cigars and whiskey, the occasional sugar cookie that you’d bake for her. She couldn’t keep herself from loading up on those, that woman would take ‘em everywhere she went.

The few things you’d feel were the way her tongue moved so perfectly against yours, always leaving you squirming. It was something about the way Sevika would groan everytime you did so. Another thing being her lips. She’d used your lip balm and, at first, she didn’t think anything would happen. But, after a few more uses her lips looked plump and shiny. You couldn’t resist giving them a few rubs with your thumb and even a peck of a kiss.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

I just imagine the worst case senerio mc is very much in love with sebastian but is to much of a coward and ominis is just like date me and we will see if he does anything I imagine ominis just wanting to start some chaos for fun up to you if mc stays with ominis or goes to sebastian

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

BAHAHA I love chaotic Ominis energy, thank you so much for this fun idea anon!!!

Words: ~2,900

Tags: Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Fluff, Fluff Again, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Romance

Beta: @newdreamlove95💚

You weren’t sure how the conversation had gotten to this point. One moment, you were lamenting to Ominis about your absolutely humiliating, all-consuming love for Sebastian Sallow—your best friend, the object of your affection, the man who would never actually see you as anything more than a friend. The next?

"Date me," Ominis said, far too casually for something that nearly made you choke on your tea.

You blinked. "I'm sorry—what?"

"Pretend to date me. Just for a little while," he repeated, smirking. "Let's see if it gets a reaction out of him."

You gawked at him. "Ominis. That’s—that’s ridiculous. That’s insane."

"It’s brilliant," he corrected smoothly. "You’re too much of a coward to confess, and Sebastian is too much of an idiot to realize he loves you. So, why not give him a little… motivation?"

You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "This is absurd," you muttered, but a traitorous part of you—the one that had suffered through years of unspoken feelings, of watching Sebastian flirt his way through half the bloody school without sparing you a second glance—was tempted.

Ominis, sensing your hesitance, leaned in. "Come now, darling," he drawled, his voice dripping with mischief. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

And that was how you ended up fake-dating Ominis Gaunt.

At first, it was just small things—little gestures designed to sell the illusion. Ominis would walk you to class, hold doors open for you, lean in close when you spoke so it seemed like you were sharing something secret, something intimate.

It wasn’t bad. In fact, it was.. quite nice.  Pleasant even.

Ominis was handsome—sharply so, with his angular features and regal posture. He was charming, too, undeniably a gentleman. He treated you well—better than well. If you hadn’t already been hopelessly in love with someone else, you might have been in danger of falling for him for real.

The first time he kissed your cheek, it was at breakfast.

The Great Hall was loud, buzzing with idle chatter and the clatter of silverware, but the moment Ominis leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek—so soft and brief, like it was something he’d done a hundred times before—the world seemed to pause.

You heard the sharp inhale Sebastian took from across the table.

A beat of silence.

Then, chaos.

Gasping. Whispering. A sudden scraping of chairs as people leaned in to murmur, eyes darting to you, to Ominis, to Sebastian—who hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken, but had gone very still, his knuckles white as he gripped his fork. The sound of your name mixed with Ominis’s swirled around you in frantic, excited voices.

"Are they together?"

"Since when?"

"They never said anything!"

The rumors spread like fiendfyre. By lunchtime, people were glancing at you with barely contained excitement, whispering whenever you and Ominis walked past. At dinner, Imelda raised an eyebrow and said, "Didn’t peg you for Gaunt’s type, but you two are sort of cute together, I suppose."

And all Sebastian did was sit there.

Not a word. Not a single comment. Just tense silence.

Ominis, for his part, was thoroughly enjoying himself. His theatrics only increased as the day went on—light touches on your arm, a hand resting at the small of your back when you walked, the occasional teasing whisper that made it look like he was saying something scandalous. But the longer it went on, the more painfully obvious it became:

There was a Sebastian-shaped void in your heart.

And no matter how much you enjoyed Ominis’s company, no matter how sweet and effortless it all felt—he wasn’t him.

He wasn’t the one you wanted to laugh with, to steal glances at when he wasn’t looking. His touch wasn’t the one you craved, his voice wasn’t the one you longed to hear first thing in the morning. It wasn’t Ominis who made your heart race with just a look, who made your pulse stutter every time he leaned in a little too close.

It was Sebastian.

And Sebastian, the idiot, was doing absolutely nothing.

Until the fifth day.

Until you were sitting in the common room, curled up on the couch with Ominis, his arm slung lazily over the back of the cushions behind you, when Sebastian finally—finally—snapped.

It started small, just a shift in the air, a tension that hadn’t been there a moment ago. You felt it before you saw it—before you looked up and found Sebastian standing over you, his expression unreadable, his jaw tight.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked.

Your breath caught. His voice was even, but there was something off about it. Something dangerous.

Ominis hummed beside you, amused. "She’s rather comfortable at the moment, Sallow. Surely it can wait?"

Sebastian’s eyes flickered to him, dark and sharp. "No, it can’t."

Ominis barely concealed his smirk. He made a show of shifting away from you, drawing his hand back, and you knew he was enjoying every second of this.

You let Sebastian pull you from the couch, his grip firm around your wrist as he all but dragged you out of the common room.

Only when you were alone—tucked away in a quiet corridor where no one else could hear—did he let go.

Your wrist tingled where his fingers had been. You swallowed, suddenly nervous under the weight of his stare.

Sebastian didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, staring at you, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His hands clenched into fists, like he was barely restraining himself.

"Since when?" His voice was rough, the words scraping against his throat.

You blinked. "Since when what?"

His expression darkened. "Don’t play dumb," he said, stepping closer. "Since when have you liked Ominis?"

You hesitated. There were a thousand ways you could answer, a thousand ways you could end this little charade—but you weren’t sure you were ready to.

"Why do you care?" you asked instead, your voice quieter than before.

His eyes flashed. "Why do I—" He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Are you serious?"

"You never cared before," you pointed out, tilting your chin up. "You're the one spending every waking moment with some girl or another. Why does it matter if I'm with Ominis?"

"Because he’s not right for you," Sebastian snapped. "He doesn’t—he’s not—" He broke off, frustrated, like the words were getting caught in his throat. "Do you even like him?" he asked suddenly, voice sharper now, accusing.

You swallowed. "Of course I do."

"Yeah?" Sebastian's lips curled, a flicker of something cruel in his expression. "Then say it."

Your stomach twisted. "Sebastian—"

"Say you love him," he challenged, stepping closer. "Tell me you love him."

For a long, aching moment, the two of you just stared at each other. The dim glow of the torches cast shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the storm raging in his dark eyes. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him like this before—so desperate, so unguarded.

And maybe you should have ended it right there. Maybe you should have told him the truth—that it had all been fake, that Ominis had only done it to force his hand, that you had always wanted him. But after years of pining, years of watching him chase after other girls while you sat on the sidelines, something petty and reckless inside you wanted to push him just a little bit further.

You inhaled slowly, forcing yourself to meet his gaze with as much conviction as you could muster.

"I love Ominis," you said.

It was a lie, a flimsy, paper-thin thing, but you said it anyway.

Sebastian stilled.

For a moment, there was nothing—just the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, the way the candlelight flickered against the stone walls.

Then he laughed—a hollow, humorless sound.

"You're such a shit liar," he muttered.

He took another step forward, closing the remaining space between you, and suddenly, there was nowhere to go. Your back hit the cold stone wall, your hands clenched into fists at your sides, but Sebastian didn’t touch you. He just stood there, so close you could feel the heat of him, smell the faint scent of cedar and parchment and something distinctly him.

You had spent years longing for Sebastian Sallow, years waiting for even a fraction of this attention. And now? Now he was looking at you like he was one breath away from devouring you whole.

You swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of stubbornness you had left. "I'm not lying."

His lips twitched. Wrong answer

"Yeah?" he murmured. "Then say it again. Say it like you mean it."

You swallowed hard. "Alright fine," you admitted. "Maybe I don't love him, but—"

"But what?" His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, fingers curling into a fist as he exhaled sharply through his nose. "I don't get it. You don't even fucking like him that way, it's obvious, and yet suddenly you're dating?"

A lump formed in your throat. "Why does it matter?! You've never cared before!"

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

"You think I don't care?" His fingers twitched at his sides, his restraint fraying right before your eyes. "You think I could just sit there and watch you be with someone else and not lose my fucking mind?"

He scoffed.

"Do you have any idea what these last few days have been like for me?" he leaned even closer—so close now that his nose brushed yours. "Watching him touch you like that? Watching you smile at him like he hung the fucking stars?"

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "Sebastian—"

"No." His hands came up, fingers brushing against your jaw before gripping—not rough, not painful, but enough to hold you still. Enough to make sure you listened. "I have been hopelessly in love with you for years, and now you're dating my best fucking friend?"

You felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs.

Sebastian Sallow—your best friend, the man who had occupied every stolen thought, every quiet wish, every stupid, hopeless dream—was looking at you like you were his entire world. Like he couldn’t breathe without you.

You stared at him, lips parted, breath caught in your throat.

"You... you love me?"

"Of course I love you," he said, voice rough with frustration, with desperation. "How could you not know that?"

"Because you never said anything!" you shot back, your voice trembling. "Because you’ve spent years acting like I was just your friend while you flirted with every other girl in Hogwarts! Because you—"

Sebastian cursed under his breath. "None of them were you!"

Your breath hitched.

"None of them ever mattered," he continued. "Do you hear me? Not a single one of them."

His hands were trembling now, his jaw tight, his brows drawn in an expression that looked almost pained. His thumb brushed against your cheek, just barely, as if testing whether this was happening, whether he had already lost you.

Your resolve crumbled. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t lie anymore.

Not when you had spent years pretending you were fine being his friend. Not when he was right here, raw and desperate, telling you everything you had ever wanted to hear.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

Sebastian's eyes widened, his breath hitching like you had just knocked the wind out of him. His grip on you faltered for a split second—like he couldn’t believe he had actually heard the words.

"You do?" He breathed.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed, your heart racing. "Of course I do, I always have."

Sebastian let out something between a laugh and a shuddering breath, like he had just been freed from something unbearable.

But then his fingers tensed against your cheek, his brows furrowing.

"Then why the hell are you dating Ominis?" he demanded, his voice still breathless but frustrated now, like his brain had just caught up with the situation.

You winced.

Well. This part was going to be awkward.

You hesitated, your hands reaching to grip the front of his robes as you avoided his piercing stare. “Uh… well—”

“Well?”

You cleared your throat. “Technically, I’m not… really… dating Ominis.”

Silence. Dead, suffocating silence.

"What?"

You winced again, gripping his robes tighter. “It isn’t real.”

“…Excuse me?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Ominis—uh, may have suggested it, you see, and I may have agreed to—”

Sebastian pulled back, staring at you in disbelief. “You’re fake-dating my best friend?”

You nodded weakly. “Mmm. Just a bit.”

Sebastian opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. And then he groaned, dragging both hands down his face, his entire body practically vibrating with irritation. “I lost my fucking mind for five days over something that wasn’t even real?”

You bit your lip. “Well, when you say it like that—”

Sebastian cut you off by grabbing your face, tilting it up, his eyes blazing.

“You schemed with Ominis,” he growled, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “You plotted against me.”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Yes, but it worked, didn’t it?”

Sebastian inhaled sharply through his nose, his grip on you tightening. Before you could even think of saying anything more, he crashed his lips against yours.

You gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t give you a second to react. Didn't give you a second to tease him, to smirk about how well your little plan had worked, because he was done playing games.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, kissing you like he was staking his claim, like he was furious with you but couldn’t stop himself. And you—you melted instantly, hands threading through his hair, pressing yourself closer, deeper, letting him consume you whole.

It was heat and desperation and frustration, the kind of kiss that made your entire body feel weak, made you feel like Sebastian was the only thing keeping you upright, and fuck—

You were so gone for him.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breaths ragged.

“You conniving little minx,” he murmured, shaking his head, though there was something almost fond beneath the exasperation in his voice. “You really schemed against me.”

You shrugged, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “To be fair, it was Ominis’s idea.”

Sebastian pulled back just enough to glare at you. “Of course it was.”

“I just went along with it.”

He scoffed. “Oh, sure. Just an innocent bystander in your own elaborate scheme.”

“Well,” you tilted your head. “I didn’t know if it would work. I didn't even think you liked me that way.”

Sebastian groaned, dragging one hand through his hair before gripping your waist even tighter. “Merlin, you really don’t have a single clue, do you?”

You hesitated, chewing your lip. “I mean… no, but I was pretty hopeless, so... desperate times call for desperate measures.”

Sebastian let out a strangled laugh, his eyes narrowing. “Unbelievable.”

You gave him an innocent smile. “Are you saying you would’ve confessed if I hadn’t fake-dated Ominis?”

Sebastian let out a huff, tipping his head back like he was asking the ceiling for patience. Then he leveled you with a pointed stare. “I don’t know, maybe I would have! Eventually! I was getting there!”

You snorted. “Yeah? When? After I married someone else?”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched. “Not funny.”

You grinned, unable to stop yourself. “Kind of funny.”

His fingers flexed against your waist, like he was debating whether to throttle you or kiss you again.

“I should be furious with you,” he muttered.

You tilted your head, considering. “But you’re not.”

His jaw worked. “No. Because now I finally have you.”

A slow, deliberate clap echoed from down the corridor.

You both whipped around to see Ominis, leaning far too casually against the wall, looking deeply pleased with himself.

"Beautifully done," he said, smirking. "Truly magnificent."

Sebastian groaned, dragging both hands down his face. "Merlin’s bloody beard."

You, on the other hand, couldn’t help the way your lips twitched as you met Ominis’s self-satisfied gaze. He looked positively smug, arms crossed, head tilted slightly like he was enjoying every second of this.

“I hate you,” Sebastian muttered at him.

Ominis hummed, completely unbothered. “No, you don’t.” He pushed off the wall, taking a few slow steps toward the two of you. “In fact, I daresay you love me. Perhaps not as much as you love her, but still.”

Sebastian scowled, muttering something under his breath about “smarmy little bastards” while Ominis grinned like he’d just won the House Cup.

“I have to admit,” Ominis continued, tapping a finger against his chin, “I thought you’d crack after three days. Four, at the most. But no, you really dragged it out.”

Sebastian shot him a glare. "Piss off."

Ominis only grinned.

"Enjoy your night, lovebirds," he said, strolling away like he hadn’t just orchestrated your entire love life.

His footsteps retreated, and Sebastian let out a frustrated groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You laughed breathlessly, still a little dazed, still reeling from everything that had just happened. "So… are you going to thank him later?"

Sebastian huffed against your skin. "I’m going to kill him later."

Then he pulled back just enough to kiss you again. And this time, neither of you stopped.

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[cookiepao]

Calcharo with child!reader

feel free to request something platonic

This is my second account, first account is mubabee. There’s also a m!rover one being posted soon.

U can see this as y/n or if u had a child with him

[luvst4rc0r3]

“Fireworks”

Poly!Timebomb x GN!Reader

WARNINGS:None

WORD COUNT: 561

NOTE:Established relationship. No specific timeline for this one.

The hideout was unusually quiet tonight. It wasn’t like Ekko or Jinx to leave you to your own devices for too long—one of them always found a way to pull you into their orbit.

But now? The Firelights were out on a mission, Ekko was preparing for his next grand plan, and Jinx… well, who knew what Jinx was doing?

You leaned back against a old crate, watching the dim light from a nearby lantern flicker. Zaun’s chaos still raged outside, but here, within the hideout, it felt almost peaceful. Until—

“Boo!”

You jumped, nearly knocking over the lantern. “Jinx!”

She was doubled over laughing, her braids swaying as she snorted uncontrollably. “You should’ve seen your face! Priceless.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, trying not to smile. “What do you want?”

Her grin widened as she plopped down next to you, smearing paint on the crate with her fingers. “What? Can’t a girl hang out with her favorite person?”

“Where’s Ekko?”

“Sulking over some gadget that isn’t working,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Boring stuff. I thought we could do something fun.”

“Define ‘fun,’” you said warily.

Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fireworks.”

“Jinx—”

Before you could protest, she grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud! It’s gonna be amazing.”

By the time you reached the rooftop, Ekko was already there, arms crossed and scowling.

“Jinx,” he started, his tone heavy with warning. “I told you there are no fireworks in the middle of the city.”

“Oh, come on!” She twirled a sparkler in her hand, the bright glow reflecting off her wild smile. “It’s just one little show. For them.”

Ekko’s eyes flicked to you, and his expression softened. You felt your heart skip a beat under his gaze, the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in Zaun worth slowing down for, always left you breathless.

“Fine,” he sighed, running a hand over his hair. “But only if it’s safe.”

“Safe?” Jinx scoffed, lighting the sparkler with a quick flick of her wrist. “Where’s the fun in that?” She complained, dramatically throwing her arms up in the air.

The three of you ended up on the highest rooftop in the area, the perfect vantage point to light Jinx’s chaotic creations. You stood between them, watching as Jinx handed you a smaller firework, her hands brushing against yours.

“You do the honors,” she said with a wink.

“Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, glancing nervously at Ekko.

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll make sure nothing blows up—well, except the fireworks.”

You chuckled, feeling a warm flush creep up your neck. You trusted them both, despite their wild tendencies.

As you lit the fuse, Jinx threw her arms around your shoulders. The fireworks shot into the sky, exploding in a burst of brilliant color. Red, blue, and gold sparks rained down, lighting up the night.

Ekko leaned closer, his voice low. “Not bad, huh?”

You turned to find him watching you, not the fireworks. His gaze was soft, unguarded, and you swore the world tilted just slightly.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Not bad at all.”

Jinx, her smile as wide as the sky. “See? Told ya it’d be fun.”

For once, you couldn’t argue.

GUYYYSSS‼️‼️‼️

People have to make more Poly!timebomb🙏🙏🙏

I want sleep

[ok8oriska]

what's it going to take

remus lupin x reader | remus wants you back

If you’re being honest, this party is a total drag.

Your friends dragged you out tonight because you needed “fresh air”. Like you’re getting any in here. It’s a room full of people, and you’re pretty sure Frank and some of the boys are smoking pot down the hall.

You have half a mind to join them, desperate for a distraction. But being inebriated would cause you to lose all sense of yourself, and the last thing you want right now is to make a scene. You start rethinking all that nonsense when you catch sight of Remus on the couch with Emmeline.

Your lovely boy. Well, he’s not yours anymore, he made sure of that. He’s sitting there leaning in so he can talk into her ear. He’s flirtatious by nature so your stomach doesn’t drop until she laughs and moves her hand to his thigh. He catches you staring.

That’s when you decide you need air, heading outside to catch your breath. You thought what you guys had had was once in a lifetime, and maybe it was. Maybe that’s why it was so fleeting. Your heart sinks. You’re about to leave altogether when someone comes outside to join you.

Probably Sirius for a smoke, you think, until you turn around and there he is. Remus.

“You alright?” He asks as if this whole situation is nonchalant.

“Just gearing up to head out,” you reply. He nods.

“It’s nice to-“

“Can I ask you something personal?” you interject. You decide to rip the band-aid off.

He nods, “Of course.”

“How did you move on from me so quickly?” You can’t look at him when you say it, feeling stupid the second the words leave your mouth.

“What are you talking about?” He seems confused, but you can’t tell if it's just an act to avoid hurting your feelings or if he’s being genuine.

“I only want to know because maybe whatever you did will work for me, too,” you continue, meeting his incredulous gaze.

“Who said anything about me being over you?” he asks, and your throat dries out.

You sputter, “You just seem to be moved on, is all.”

“Is this about Emmeline? She’s just a friend; she gets a little handsy when she’s had a drink or two, but it’s all friendly,” he insists.

“Remus, you don’t have to defend yourself. You broke up with me, remember? It’s fine, I just,” you sigh. “I can’t keep loving you if we’re over.”

Remus crossed his arms, “ Well maybe I don’t want to be over.”

“What?”

“I want to be with you.”

You’re frustrated now. Dizzy from the whiplash, “Then why did you break up with me?”

“I wasn’t thinking it just,” he pauses, dropping his gaze, “I just got overwhelmed by the prospect of my heart being in your hands. I’ve never given someone that much control before.”

“Well, my heart was in your hands, too, did you ever think of that?” you retort, sharp as a knife.

“I know now, dove, I was unfair to you, and I’m sorry, but don’t think that I ever stopped loving you for a second,” he looks up, eyes boring into yours.

“Well, fuck,” you say, throwing your hands up. “That just makes it all better then.”

He chuckles lightly against his better judgment. If this were a movie, he’d yell at the screen, telling you you deserve better. “Never go back,” he’d shout. But instead, he’s standing in front of you about ready to get on his knees and beg.

“Remus,” you start, “Don’t fuck around with me.”

“I’m not. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

You sigh. “I don’t know if I can go back to how things were.”

He takes a step closer to you, impossibly so, his hands finding purchase on your biceps. “I’m willing to be yours in any way that you’ll have me.”

You drop your head to his chest, groaning. “Don’t get all lovey-dovey on me now.”

He laughs, and you feel it in your skull. “You bring out the worst in me.”

[aventurineswife]

Requesting just a cute and silly moment between Reader and Dan Heng where they’re wandering through a greenhouse on a rainy day, and Reader finds a rare frog and holds it in their hand for Dan Heng to see—

A Leap in the Rain

Summary: On a rainy day, you and Dan Heng wander through a lush greenhouse, enjoying the quiet moment away from the usual hustle of your travels. You spot a rare frog and, excited, hold it up for Dan Heng to see. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Dan Heng’s curiosity is piqued, and the two of you share a brief but heartwarming moment of connection in the midst of the peaceful surroundings.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Cute Moment, Rare Frog, Soft Dan Heng, Playful Banter.

The gentle patter of rain against the glass ceiling of the greenhouse created a soothing atmosphere, the soft hum of droplets joining with the earthy scent of plants that filled the air. The lush greenery surrounding you and Dan Heng offered a sense of tranquility, a quiet moment away from the usual hustle of the Astral Express.

You found yourself marveling at the flowers and vines, trailing your fingers over the smooth leaves, your curiosity pulling you from one exotic plant to the next. Dan Heng, as always, was a few steps behind, his attention divided between the beauty of the space and the responsibility of keeping an eye on everything. His quiet presence was reassuring, even if his usual stoic expression remained firmly in place.

After a few moments of exploration, you crouched down, eyes wide as you spotted something small and green hiding beneath a fern. "Dan Heng, look!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with excitement.

He approached, the faintest hint of curiosity in his eyes. You carefully reached out and cupped your hands around the small, delicate creature. A rare frog, its skin a vibrant shade of emerald with tiny golden speckles. It blinked slowly, seemingly unfazed by your presence.

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow, his usually reserved demeanor momentarily softening as he took in the sight. "Is it... rare?" he asked quietly, his voice even, though there was a flicker of interest in his tone.

You nodded eagerly. "It's a rare species! I read about it once, but I never thought I'd actually see one in person. Isn't it cute?" You giggled, your eyes sparkling as you held the frog closer, its tiny webbed feet twitching in your palms.

Dan Heng’s gaze softened, though he still maintained his usual air of caution. "I suppose it is," he said with a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Though, I don’t think it would appreciate being held like that."

You chuckled, gently lowering your hands and letting the frog hop onto a nearby moss-covered rock. It blinked at you one last time before it disappeared into the underbrush.

With a satisfied sigh, you straightened up, glancing over at Dan Heng. "I just thought you'd like to see it," you said, feeling a bit sheepish.

Dan Heng nodded, his expression unreadable but with a subtle shift in his posture. "Thank you," he said simply, though there was a warmth in his voice that made your heart flutter.

You felt a bit of the tension lift, your shared moment of silliness breaking through the quiet barrier that usually defined your interactions. Without thinking, you gave him a small grin. "I bet you're glad you came with me now," you teased lightly, a playful glint in your eye.

Dan Heng looked at you for a moment, and then, to your surprise, he let out a soft chuckle. "Maybe just a little," he replied, his usual reserve slipping away for a brief moment as the rain continued to fall, wrapping the two of you in a cocoon of calm and shared amusement.

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Daddy

Bang Chan x Reader Synopsis: Reconciliation is a crazy thing, especially when its no longer just about two people. Warnings: Sexual content, a child, A/N: I'm experimenting with how I want to write smut, so I ask that y'all be patient with me if it seems inconsistent. Requests are OPEN

Bang Chan opens the door to the coffee shop stepping up into the line. He’s gazing at the menu when he feels a tiny pair of hands on his leg. He looks down, seeing a young boy that couldn’t be more than 4. He smiles and guides the child carefully past him and looks back at the menu.

“Hwan!” you call out to your son. The little boy looks you and waddles back over. Bang Chan on the other hand freezes, he’d recognize your voice anywhere. He watches the young child return to you and you take his hand, about to throw something in the trash can when your eyes meet.

Your heart thuds in your chest, it’d been 4 years since you’d last seen or heard from Chan. Neither of you knew at the time, but when you broke up, you were pregnant.

You never told him though. His career was going so well and you thought a kid would just distract him or bring him down.

Bang Chan steps out of line and walks over to you.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” you respond shyly.

“It’s been a while,” he says as he eyes the young child once more.

“That it has,” you nod awkwardly.

“I should really get going, but it was good to see you,” you try to leave but Bang Chan puts his hand on your arm. You stop. Something in Chan’s gut tells him he needs to see you again.

“Maybe we could get together sometime. Just to catch up?” You sigh and look between the two boys.

“Uh, yeah, that would be fine. I can put my number in your phone.”

“Is it still the same one?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“No need, I’ll text you.”

His words shocked you as he walked back over to the line. He hadn’t lost your number?

-

That weekend Bang Chan knocks on your door.

“Eomma!” He hears the little voice call out for you. His heart races against his rib cage.

“Chan!” You greet with a smile as the door opens.

“Come on in!” He walks through the door and you shut it behind him before Hwan is all ready pulling the stranger to the living room.

“Look what I have!” he smiles as he shows off the toy truck.

“Woah, that’s so cool!” Chan, popular to his nickname of dad of 7, automatically jumps into dad mode playing with your son.

“I need to finish dinner. Hwan, be nice.” You playfully quirk your brow at the boy.

“Yes, Eomma!” You disappear into the kitchen for a while, giving the boys time to get acquainted. It’s not long into your resumed dinner duty that Chan walks into the kitchen.

“I was sent in here on a juice run.” He says sheepishly as he holds up the cup.

“Oh,” you giggle as you get the juice from the fridge.

“He’s beautiful,” he says nostalgically, “I’m glad you got what you wanted.” He smiles as you hand him the juice filled cup. You smile back at him, unsure of how the rest of the evening would go.

-

The three of you are sitting down eating, Chan helping your son with his food before you could even try to.

“Chris, I can do it,” you giggle and he waves you off.

“Nah, don’t even worry about it, tonight you get a break.” He flashes you an award-winning smile, one you’ve come to miss over the years. It makes your heart flutter seeing him with your son.

“Hwan, what do you say,” you ask before taking a bite of food.

“Thank you,” he smiles at the Stray Kids leader.

“You’re welcome.” Chan steals a glance at you, thinking to himself how you’re still just as beautiful now as you were then.

-

Hwan is put to bed and you pour yourself and Chan a glass of wine.

“He really is amazing. Loves dinosaurs.” Chan chuckles as you pour his glass.

“Oh yeah, dinosaurs and monster trucks.” You clink your glasses, eyes meeting for an intimate moment.

“So how old is he?” Chan asks breaking the tension between you.

“He’s uh,” you sip down a drink, “He just turned 4,” you breathe out and Chan’s eyes widen.

“F-four?” You nod watching the look on his face as he puts the pieces together.

“Y/n,” he sets the glass down and turns to you. Your lips are pursed.

“Yeah, he’s yours.” You say barely above a whisper, eyes on the floor. Chan looks in the direction of his little boy’s room then back to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t find out until after we broke up.”

“You’ve could’ve reached out,” he instinctively moves closer to you.

“Chan, I, I didn’t want to bother you. Your career was really picking up and having a kid, it would complicate things. We were so young and we couldn’t of worked out our issues then, I didn’t mean to keep it from you, but I thought I was doing what was best.” You can’t look at him, the emotions welling up in your throat threatening to spill over.

“I can’t believe you went through all of that, alone.” He whispers taking your hand. He’s right beside you on the couch, his head almost resting against the side of yours.

“I was fine, it was hard but,” you look up at him, seeing the look of regret and sorrow.

“Chan it’s ok, you couldn’t have known,” you look between his eyes and he kisses your cheek.

“I wanna be here for him,” he whispers, “For you, like I should’ve been. I should have known, I should have seen it and I’m sorry that I didn’t.” Tears are brimming his eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You whisper as you cup his face.

“I really have missed you,” he whispers, your lips merely centimeters from each other.

“I’ve missed you too,” you breathe and before either of you can think, Chan’s lips are on yours and the wine is forgotten.

Both of you get lost in each other for a moment, nothing but pent-up feelings of lust, regret and nostalgia colliding. Lips, tongues and occasionally teeth meeting. You pull away for a moment.

“Chan it’s after 10, I know you have work tomorrow.” You pant against his face.

“Don’t make me go,” he pleads. You fist his shirt again and kiss him one last time before letting go.

“We’ll get together again, ok? I promise you’ll see him more. But for now, let’s ease him into this.” You say forcing yourself away. Chan sighs and nods.

“Yeah, all right.”

-

Over the next two months Bang Chan and Hwan get close. There are playdates and shared meals, nights where Chan was even able to tuck him into bed.

“Good night buddy,” he smiles as he kisses the young boy’s forehead.

“Eomma!” He suddenly calls out and you enter the room.

“Can Mr. Chan stay the night and have breakfast with us in the morning?” Your son’s eyes are filled with hope and Bang Chan can’t help the shit eating grin on his face.

“Uh, well baby he doesn’t have any clothes here.” You say unsure if you’re ready for this transition.

“Can you go get some?” Hwan turns to Chan who glances at you from the corner of his eye.

“That’s up to your Eomma,” he turns his attention to you. You take in the sight of your son with his father and your heart swells.

“Yeah, yeah, ok. He can stay.” Hwan cheers and hugs Chan’s neck.

“Now go to sleep so you can get up early in the morning!” You kiss your son’s forehead and the both of you walk out.

“I want to tell him,” Chan says as you shut the door, “I think it’s time.”

“Channie,” you sigh, “It’s not that I don’t want him to know, but I’m afraid it’s going to cause more questions. What if he asks why you don’t live here. Why he doesn’t see you all the time like other kids see their Appa?”

Chan nods, not wanting to push the boundary you’ve set.

“I’ll be back, ok?” He kisses your forehead before walking out the door.

-

He returns with an over night bag.

“I thought he might ask again, and on the whim that you might say yes, I brought some extra clothes,” he smiles as he sets his bag down.

“You know you’re sleeping on the couch, right?” You smirk and he nods.

“I had a suspicion.”

The two of you relax on the couch, slowly inching your way next to one another while a movie plays.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” he whispers in your ear as you lean against his chest.

“You’re his father, what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t let my kid get to know you?” you smirk up at him. The last two months the two of you were becoming increasingly more aware of your rekindled feelings, but for sake of your son you weren’t acting on them. Until now.

Chan dips his head down, lips attaching to yours in a soft, slow kiss. You jump a little, the gesture causing butterflies in your stomach. You put your hand on the back of his neck as you twist to face him. He pulls you into his lap on the couch, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your lips as he feels your hips shift against his crotch. You giggle against his lips, lost in the moment.

“Again,” he pleads and you oblige, earning a groan from him this time.

“Eomma,” you hear a tiny voice call and the two of you fly apart.

“Ye-yeah baby?” You look at your son who’s rubbing his eyes.

“’m thirsty,” he whines and you look at Chan who’s trying to hide his smile.

“I’ll get it,” he says.

Chan tucks your little boy back into bed.

“That was close,” you breathe out as he sits down beside you. Chan goes quiet for a moment.

“What’s the matter?” You ask as you notice his demeanor.

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” he lies.

“Just tell me,” You scoot over next to him, putting your arm around his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you,” he begins, “and now I have a son, I have a whole family and I’ve missed it. I’ve missed so much of it. And I could miss more.”

“Hey, woah, you’re here now and I told you before, it’s not your fault.”

“But he doesn’t understand that,” Chan looks deep into your eyes.

“He will, someday.” You rub his back as he sighs. You kiss his cheek and run your fingers through his hair, something you remember used to help calm his anxiety. His eyes flutter closed and you smile. After a minute you stand up, walking to the bedroom to change.

In what feels like a risky move, you pull out one of his old t shirts you had kept from when you were together. You never could bring yourself to throw it away. He changes into a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt, and as he walks past the bedroom out of the bathroom, you call his name.

“Hm?” He peaks his head into the room and see’s the shirt immediately.

“Why don’t you just stay in here tonight?” Your heart rate is sky high as you walk over to him. His eyes search yours before dragging down your half clothed frame.

“Are you sure?”

You bite your lip at his question and nod, gently pulling him further into the room. Chan shuts the door, locking it behind him.

“You kept it, huh,” you shrug at his question and sit down on the mattress, pulling him with you. His smirk is evident at the fact. He hovers himself over you as you bring his face to yours, kissing him again, this time harder and more desperate.

His lips are soft, full and smooth against yours, his tongue begs for entry, which you’re happy to give him. A low moan escapes your throat at the sensual touches his hands are giving you.

“I’ve missed that sound,” he mumbles before dipping his head and kissing your neck just below your ear.

“Don’t mark me, I don’t need fifty questions about a purple mark on my neck,” you chuckle. Chan nips at your skin playfully in response.

“Chan,” you warn and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Just let me take care of you,” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter closed as he takes off the t shirt, marveling at your beauty. You squirm slightly under gaze as the cool air breathes goosebumps onto your skin.

“Chan,” you whine and he smirks trailing kisses down your body. Softly he drags his tongue over your bust, teasingly flicking his tongue. It sends a wave of pleasure to your stomach and you gasp at the sensation. He chuckles darkly and kisses down your stomach.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he says as he looks up at you from in between your legs. You blush slightly as he starts to leave kisses on your thighs, leaving a hidden hickey on your left one.

“Ah,” you hiss as he bites down on the doughy flesh. You breathe out a laugh.

“Never could resist leaving something somewhere.” You tease. He gently tugs your underwear off and stares at your beauty. His tongue darts out to wet his lips like he’s ready to devour you, and he does.

His tongue causes pleasure to burst through you. Your hand finds his hair, pushing him further in and he groans as he loses himself in you.

“Fuck,” you put your hand over your mouth to stay quiet.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathe out and Chan looks up at you through his lashes. He adds two fingers without warning and works them just how he needs to, hitting that spot that makes your body feel oh so good. You feel the knot in your stomach forming and your hips grind instinctively.

“Come on baby,” he says against your body. That’s all it takes, you’re falling apart, back arched off the bed, head dug into the mattress as little tiny stars somewhat cloud your vision. You lay your body down flat and his pants come off, revealing everything God gave him.

He hovers over you, lining himself up.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe as you pull him down for a kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue and you groan as you feel the stretch. He stills himself for a minute, allowing you to get used to him.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he breathes in your ear. He feels you squirm and takes that as his queue to move. He rocks his hips gently, both of you feeling and remembering how it used to be before life got significantly complicated. You cup his face and stare into his eyes.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper as his hips snap and you gasp, tilting your head against the pillow.

“I’ve missed you too,” He kisses you once more. Chan laces your hands together, his forehead resting on yours as his pace quickens, both of you reaching your inevitable high together. He lays down beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That was,” he starts as he stares at the ceiling.

“Incredible,” you say as you lay your head on his chest. His arm instantly pulls you closer to him and he kisses your forehead.

“Maybe it is time we tell him,” you look up at Chan.

“Are you sure?” You nod your head.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

-

Chan makes breakfast for the three of you the next morning. You walk into the kitchen wearing the t shirt from last night and a pair of sleep shorts. Chan is in his sweatpants and loose t shirt.

Your son waddles into the room with his plushie in tow.

“Morning baby.” You kiss the top of his head. He yawns before a smile cracks onto his face when he see’s Chan.

“Chan!” he says excitedly.

“Hey, buddy. You hungry?” Your son nods and you sit him at the table as you gather the plates.

Chan puts some food on his plate and your son tells him thank you. You wink at him to tell him good job.

The three of you sit down to eat, and about half way through the meal you and Chan lock eyes.

“Hwan,” your little boy looks up at the mention of his name.

“You like having Chan around, right?” Your son nods his head quickly as he chews his food, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Well, good, because he’s going to be coming around a lot more.” Your son tilts his head.

“Why?” You take a deep breath and Chan gives you a reassuring look.

“Well, you know how you’d ask me where you Appa was whenever you’d see other kids with theirs?” Your son nods as he sticks the fork to his mouth.

“Well, baby, Chan is your Appa,” you hold your breath as your son looks at Chan emotionless. He breaks out into a smile, jumping down from his chair and running over to Chan.

“Does that mean he can take me to school and to the park and for ice cream?” Your son looks over at you. You giggle.

“Yes, it does.”

“Can we go get ice cream now? Please,” his hands clasp together and Chan mimics his motion.

“Please,” he draws out like your little boy did. You laugh as you look between them.

“We can go for lunch.” You sigh and the two boy’s cheer.

“But first you have to eat breakfast.” Chan pulls Hwan up into his lap, smiling at his son.

Tags: @breakmeoff

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[bingbongsupremacy]

Music That Moves

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None that I can think of

Summary: You've liked Bucky for a while. One day, during a party, he asks you to dance. Is he just being nice, or could there possibly be something more?

No details of the reader's appearance, race, weight, etc.

*Not Proof Read* (Really short)

You can feel the warm buzz from the alcohol swirling through your veins, but it’s nothing compared to the heat building in your chest as the music swells in the background. The Avengers had just wrapped up a long, grueling mission, and the team was celebrating in the compound's living room. Everyone was laughing, chatting, and dancing, but for some reason, your attention kept drifting to Bucky.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know he was there-he was always there, lurking in the background with that unreadable expression, eyes flickering between the floor and the people around him. But tonight, something felt different. There was a quiet intensity to the way he moved, like he was a little out of sync with the rest of the world. His usual guardedness seemed to fade, but the uncertainty never quite left his face.

You stand against the wall, half-laughing with Clint about something that had happened earlier in the day, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you blink up at Bucky, who’s standing there, his posture tense but his hand extended toward you.

“Wanna dance?” His voice is low, unsure, and the way he’s fidgeting with his fingers only makes your heart race.

You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously? We’re both drunk, Buck. This is gonna be a mess.”

He lets out a soft, nervous chuckle, but his hand doesn’t move. He’s still waiting for you to take it.

You can’t help but feel a little suspicious. “You don’t have to do this out of politeness, you know,” you tease, but the words come out with more of an edge than you intend.

Bucky doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you, his steel-blue eyes searching yours for something. He swallows hard, then takes a deep breath like he’s working up the courage for something.

When you finally reach out and let your hand fall into his, he exhales in relief. His hand wraps around your waist, pulling you a little closer than you expected, his other resting on the small of your back. For a moment, neither of you moves, and all you can hear is the soft hum of the music filling the space between you. The room feels hazy, the edges of everything soft and distant, and it’s just the two of you in this strange bubble of stillness.

Then, Bucky leans in, his forehead gently resting against yours. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and before you can say anything, he whispers, barely above the music, “Been wantin’ to do this for a long time, doll.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, and the words don’t quite register at first. You blink at him, trying to get a grip on your racing thoughts, but his gaze is so steady, so serious. His warmth seems to seep into you, and suddenly, all that uncertainty you thought he had fades away, replaced by something deeper, something vulnerable.

For the first time tonight, he doesn’t look like the soldier. He just looks like… Bucky. Your Bucky.

You swallow, trying to find your voice, but all you can do is lean into him just a little more. A small, shy smile tugs at your lips, and you can’t help but return the quiet moment, letting the music guide you as you both sway. For once, you let yourself stop worrying about what comes next. "Me too." You whisper back.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside slipping away with every passing second. But when the song finally ends, and you pull away just enough to look at him, you see it-the softness in his eyes, the warmth in his smile. And just like that, you know. It’s not politeness. It’s never been politeness.

It’s real. And it’s been real for a long time.

The same complex feelings of admiration and wanting for the man, he's also felt for you.

[sushiyuzu]

tipsy

warning: fluff — sylus getting drunk on wine while spending time with you 🍷❤️

- second acc: @blushpawss

clink.

“you’re pouring more?” you raised an eyebrow, watching as sylus gracefully tipped the bottle of red wine into your glass and then his, the deep liquid swirling like velvet under the candlelight.

“just one more glass,” he said with that familiar, smooth voice of his, the tone always so composed, so refined. sylus never really let loose, always the picture of elegance and control. but tonight... tonight felt different.

you both had been sipping wine for the past hour, the conversation flowing as easily as the drink. it had started off casual enough, talking about your day, his business dealings, the usual banter. but now, you were starting to notice the slight pink tint on his cheeks, and the way his eyes seemed just a bit more glazed than usual.

you narrowed your eyes playfully. “are you... drunk?”

sylus raised his glass to his lips, pausing mid-sip as he glanced at you, one brow arched in challenge. “i don’t get drunk,” he said, his voice still smooth, though a little slower than usual.

“oh really?” you smirked, setting your glass down as you leaned closer to him. “because you’re looking a little... tipsy.”

he blinked at you, his eyes slightly unfocused before a slow, lopsided smile spread across his lips—a smile that wasn’t his usual polished one. this was different. softer. and, dare you say, a little sloppy.

“i am perfectly in control,” sylus said, setting his glass down with a little more force than necessary. he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms like he was trying to prove a point, but instead of his usual graceful composure, it just made him look... well, adorably drunk.

you burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “you are so drunk.”

“i am not!” he protested, his voice rising in pitch slightly, which only made you laugh harder. he frowned at you, but even his frown seemed less intimidating and more... pouty. “i’m... i’m still perfectly capable of making logical decisions.”

“yeah? like what?” you teased, leaning your elbow on the table, resting your chin in your hand as you gave him an amused look.

he paused, clearly trying to think of something, his brow furrowing in concentration. but after a long moment, he just blinked, looking utterly lost, and then gave a defeated sigh. “fine. maybe... maybe i’ve had a bit too much.”

you grinned triumphantly. “i knew it!”

he narrowed his eyes at you, but there was no real heat in them. “you think you’re so clever, don’t you, kitten?”

“maybe.” you shrugged, still giggling softly. “but it’s kinda cute seeing you like this.”

sylus gave you a look, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “cute? i am not cute.”

“oh, you so are,” you shot back, unable to resist the urge to poke him gently in the side. “especially when you’re all flushed and tipsy like this.”

before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. “you think you can tease me?” he said, his voice lower now, his breath warm against your cheek as he leaned in, that lopsided smile still in place. “you should know better than to challenge me.”

“oh, is that so?” you laughed, feeling your heart race a little as his fingers slid gently down your arm, his touch light and teasing.

“mhmm,” he hummed, his face now inches from yours, his eyes half-lidded. “maybe i’m not in complete control, but that doesn’t mean i can’t still make you blush.”

you raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “you think you can make me blush?”

“i know i can,” sylus said softly, his voice taking on that familiar smoothness, but with a playful edge now. he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “you’re already turning pink.”

you swallowed, your breath catching a little as his warm breath tickled your skin. “you’re imagining things.”

“am i?” he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with that playful challenge. “let’s see about that.”

before you could react, sylus suddenly stood up, wobbling a little as he did so. you stifled a giggle, watching as he tried to maintain his balance, his usual elegance faltering for the first time. without warning, he took your hand and tugged you to your feet, pulling you into his arms.

“dance with me,” he said, though it wasn’t really a question.

you blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden request. “what? now?”

“yes, now,” he insisted, his voice soft but firm, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer against him. “i want to dance with you.”

you chuckled, placing your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. “you can barely stand, sylus.”

“nonsense,” he said, his voice taking on that elegant tone again, though it was clearly affected by the wine. “i can dance just fine.”

he started to sway, his grip on you a little looser than usual, but there was something endearing about it. the way he tried to maintain his composure, even when he was clearly tipsy and not fully in control.

you let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his chest as you swayed with him. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“i know,” he murmured, his voice soft and fond. “but you love me anyway.”

you smiled, your heart warming at his words. “yeah, i do.”

he tightened his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head now as you both swayed slowly to the nonexistent music. for a moment, everything was quiet and peaceful, the warmth of his body against yours, the soft glow of the candles casting gentle shadows across the room.

“you’re everything to me,” sylus whispered after a while, his voice low and sincere.

you lifted your head slightly to look up at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone. his crimson eyes were soft, his gaze steady despite the slight haze from the wine.

“sylus...” you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat at the way he was looking at you.

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his cheek against the top of your head again. “i mean it,” he said quietly. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, your arms tightening around him as you pressed closer. “i’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm.

he smiled softly against your hair, his breath warm on your skin. “good.”

and just like that, the teasing, the playfulness—it all melted away, leaving only the quiet, deep affection that always lingered between you two. sylus, who was always so composed, so in control, was letting himself be vulnerable with you, even in his tipsy state. and you loved him all the more for it.

“you’re a softie when you’re drunk,” you teased gently, your voice light but filled with affection.

“only with you,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. “only ever with you, my beloved.”