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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 3 months

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him.

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me?

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling.

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano.

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes.

“Now?”

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state.

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,”

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath.

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace.

Beep Beep

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either.

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear.

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car.

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again.

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity.

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars.

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face.

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there.

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine.

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…”

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms.

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies.

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events.

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.

“Hey, don’t laugh,”

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment.

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity.

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin.

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine.

“I used to,”

“Oh, yeah? What happened?

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears.

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated.

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all.

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?”

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again.

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze.

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates.

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his.

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath.

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile.

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car.

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze.

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm.

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance.

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes.

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form.

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine.

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side.

“May I know with what?”

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease.

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night.

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink.

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium.

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door.

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?”

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips.

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room.

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me.

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras?

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all.

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay.

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone.

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms.

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless.

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face.

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace.

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin.

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance.

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine.

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes.

“Your period?” he confirms.

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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fishbaitslime · 8 months

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Princess and Sandstorm for hypokits? 👀

“Sandstorm … the forest isn’t my home.”

“I’m there! Fireheart’s there, your nieces! What do the housefolk have that you won’t find in Thunderclan?”

Sandstorm and Princess met way later than Fireheart in canon would’ve found his sister, I think somewhere around the time of the new prophecy. Sandstorm would also become leader much later, probably either during the great journey or afterwards. They at first were pretty stand-offish to each-other, princess being in search of her brother originally- but they slowly became friends and eventually falling for each-other.

Once the clans learn they have to leave, Sandstorm immediately races to tell Princess and beg her to join the clan so they may be together. Princess is unsure, she never had dreams of being a warrior like her brother- which Sandstorm assures her there are much more relaxed roles within the clan that Princess could take up. Despite the reassurance, she isn’t sure, and asks Sandstorm to retrieve her on the morning they leave- just 3 days after this conversation she’ll have her answer then.

Sandstorm shows up, and waits. She waits as long as she can, Fireheart eventually (gently) telling her it’s time to leave. As they do, Princess frantically scrambles over her fence with a panicked “Wait-!” her collar, having been torn and dirtied by her trying to tear it off through the night, finally shattering as she comes to stand before her mate and family. “I’m sorry, I was trying to impress you with a big entrance- fancy, like the stories my mother told me…” She almost looked embarrassed, “I’ve made my decision.”

princess then becomes a permanent queen and spends her days with her wife and helping raise kittens :0) i also think this is apart of the fireraven au!! read my hypokit stuff for that if u wish <3

FLUFFYBELLY is a bit different from his canon counter part but also not. I think he’s born on the great journey, and kind’ve yearns for the traveling life of his kithood- replacing his kittypet desires for more of loner/rouge desires. He is still very jovial and silly- also a bit spoiled as a kit :P his moms wouldve, and did, give him anything he asked for. They just loved him sooo much. He still had his kinda weird teenage phase where he would run off from the clans, this time hanging out with the rouges that lurk around the clan territory. This is how he gains his disbelief in starclan, i think eventually getting his ass beat at some point which makes him realized that clan cats aren’t the only bitches who b fighting lol. he then settles back into his clan life pretty easily!

requests for warrior cat hypokits are open!

#wc #warrior cats #wc sandstorm #wc princess #sandstorm #princess #wc hypokit #hypokit #wc art #warrior cats art #jo scribbles #fireraven au

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secretdiaryofcrowley · 2 months

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Where we left off:

Nina, purveyor of coffee, whirling into the scene like a thunderstorm, woke our hero from his precious sleep (and a weird dream) to give him - me - another telling-off.

She's quite scary when she's angry. Not demon scary, but most definitely human scary.

"Do you even understand how all of this affects Maggie?" I'm not surprised at the burst of emotion in her voice as she says the name.

"She's been worried sick about you! Trying to write to you, trying to call you, and some days even waiting by your car for you to wake up, so she could make sure you're all right."

"I'm not." How does she even find me? I drive around and park the Bentley in different places every couple of days.

"We KNOW. Do you think none of us has gone through breakup before?"

Well, maybe you have. I certainly haven't. I don't do relationships and I have no idea how to process this. Except for drinking, sleeping and curling up in a little snake ball of pain.

"Of course it's bad. It hurts like hell..."

Worse. Speaking from experience here.

"... and you have every right to be sad and mopey and angry, but stop shutting out your friends. Talk to us! At least let us know where you are and what's going on."

"I don't have friends. Never wanted friends. Completely friendless person, me."

She sighs. "Yes, you're a devil and you're evil, blah blah blah, real man solves his problems on his own. Heard all of that before, except maybe the devil part. But you've got to realize that your actions have consequences for others. You're not alone in this world."

But I am.

I've always been alone. For 6000 years on this godforsaken planet, doing the bidding of my ridiculous headoffice and trying not to go completely insane. Using every excuse to be close to my angel and every excuse not to get too close, so we wouldn't be in trouble. Missing him after every encounter, every meeting, every conversation. Sometimes positively yearning for his presence, but never ever being able to act on it.

Because that's just the way things are.

I was alone the last time I hit rock bottom. Healing one step at a time, slowly piecing myself together after my 33 years of torture. Because I allowed myself to save one human soul and got caught at it. One. Single. Human. Soul.

No good deed goes unpunished.

I never had anyone to talk to because angels are my enemies, demons are my rivals and humans wouldn't be able to shoulder all this bullshit that's been going on with me. And God doesn’t answer to any of us.

And yet, Nina has the nerve to come here, shake me awake and tell me that I'm not alone? That I’m supposed to 'talk about it'? Throw overboard all my harshly earned survival skills because now apparently, I have friends?

No, absolutely not. I don't make 'friends' with other people. It's not something demons - the word is demon, not devil - do. You can stop pretending to care now and walk away.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she throws my very own words back at me. “For once in your life trust somebody!”

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More Diary Parts

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #nina and maggie #nina gives crowley a pep talk #crowley is a little snek ball of pain

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bunnymallowo · 10 months

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The books Cassian x reader

Prompt: nobody in the I.C has seen y/n all day and they send Cass to figure out what’s wrong

a/n: I’m not totally sure where it’s going to go or how long it’s going to be, I’m just using this to procrastinate from life and escape loneliness. Also cause I just need some fluff rn

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“just a few more minutes…” I said to myself, drinking the rest of my coffee (or other energy drink) before setting the cup down. I hadn’t looked at the clock in hours, to focused on the book I had started. Feyre had suggested this book series to me, and without thinking, I bought the books and started reading them. Usually I'm not one for cliche fairytale stories, for they tend to be predictable. ‘I mean if the guy is going to get the girl anyway, what’s the point of reading it?’ I had been saying to myself as I was walking to the library to find the book.

Surprisingly, I found myself engrossed in the book, following along word by word. I slowly started to imagine I was the main character in the book. The one waiting to be saved by a handsome masked stranger. And the true loves kiss. Oh how I yearned to find my true love. But, much to my dismay, the one I longed for, I fear is too far out of reach.

but maybe he wasn’t as far as I thought.

As I read, I tried to think of different people, who would fit as the hero or the savior in my story. In my head I flicked through images of the people I knew, going through one by one until my mind landed on "Cassian!" I exclaimed softly, a light blush dusting my cheeks and nose. Of course I liked him, who wouldn't, but he was one of my closest companions, and my sparing partner. So I could NEVER say anything about her feelings, lest I drive him away. No matter now much I just wanted him to hold me close.... I shook the thought of the male from my head, and dove back into the book I was reading.

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The group was sitting in the living room, all talking together when Cassian walked in.

"Have you guys seen y/n anywhere?" Cas was looking around, so see if she had made an appearance and joined the rest of the group. Seeing that she clearly had not, Cassian sighed, and went to sit on the bench in the window. He stayed silent, listening to the drifting conversations between his friends. Feyre was talking something about clothes or jewelry that Cass couldn't care less about. Rhys and Az were talking about much more interesting fighting. One of his favorite things was sparing, especially with his friends. Not that he would ever admit it. He sat there, thinking about fighting and sparing, different technique and maneuvers, before he was interrupted.

"Cassian... CASSIAN!" he was being shaken violently by Azriel, who did NOT look amused.

"What?!" he slapped Az's hands away, shaking his head and standing up.

"Rhys is talking to you" Az pointed to the high lord who was trying not to laugh.

"All I was going to ask was for you to check on y/n" Rhys replied, Feyre stood, stretching " Nobody's heard or seen her all day, Go make sure she's okay" Feyre pointed to the doorway to the stairs. Cass rolled his eyes "Why don't you go check yourself?" He replied defensively, crossing his arms.

"Because I don't want to." Feyre replied, retaking her seat in Rhys' lap. Cass huffed in defeat, walking off towards the stairs. Feyre let out a satisfied huff, smiling contently as he walked away. "Go check on her yourself next time.." he grumbled, walking up the stairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BACK UPSTAIRS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cassian walked calmly down the hallway, admiring the art placed on the walls, as he made his way to my room. He knocked softly on the door "Y/n?...." He said softly. After only getting a mumble in response, he knocked a bit louder " y/n, if you don't answer, i'm coming in. "

Too engrossed in my book to care, I shrugged it off, not saying anything, but became mighty startled when the door to my room flew open. "ek!" I shrieked when the light from the hallway came flooding into my room, lighting up the mostly dim corridor. Cassian walked in, to inspect the situation.

"Y/n.." He walked towards the bed. me, who was wrapped in a blanket, set the book down, looking up at him "yes?"

"when was the last time you saw the light of day?" he joked, laughing softly at how clearly tired she looked.

"What do you mean? I was outside a little bit ago-.." I cocked my head to the side, confused. "Y/n, nobody's seen you since last night.. its almost lunchtime.."

I threw the blanket off of me, jumping up, startled "what?!" I tried standing up, but ended up tripping over the blanket. A pair of arms wrapped around me, keeping me from falling.I grasped tightly onto him with one arm. "Careful, don't want you getting hurt." he muttered softly, leaning closer to me, to where our noses were almost touching. I tried to calm my breathing, as well as the heat spreading around my face and ears. I tried to speak, but it mostly came out at jumbled stutters.

Cassian chucked softly "shh, you're tired, you need to rest" I huffed softly 'no, I need you to kiss me' I thought to myself, for a moment worried I may have said it out loud. Though my breathing was soft and light, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I was sure Cassian could hear it. If I were to move, even an inch, our lips would touch. maybe I had fallen asleep reading and I was just dreaming, but this seemed so real.

Maybe the lack of sleep had made me delirious, but before I realized what was happening I had my lips pressed against his, and my free hand entangled in his hair. He seemed startled, arms tensing around me, but nonetheless, didn't pull away. I stayed like that for a few seconds before pulling away. "Ah!- ..sorry.." I muttered, going to pull away, but I was held there, I wasn't sure if it was Cassian holding me there, or something inside my head telling me to stay.

Cass, not saying anything, gently set me down on the bed, brushing the hair from my face "don't apologize.." He said softly, gently lifting my head to looking at him " You did nothing wrong" I'm not sure why, but hearing him say hat made my heart swell. I smiled softly, leaning slightly into his hand, shutting my eyes. "You need to get some rest... because i'm betting you didn't get any last night.." he stated, looking towards the small pile of books. I hummed softly, neither in agreement nor disagreement. He chucked softly, lightly tapping my shoulders. "at least lay down first" He smiled, amused. I groaned softly, shifting to a laying position. After putting a blanket over me and turning off the lights, Cass went to head for the door.

"Wait...stay.." I said softly, reaching a hand out towards him, "please.." I muttered quietly. Cassian froze, standing still for a moment, before sighing softly and shutting the door before walking back to the bed and sitting hesitantly on the edge of it. "okay... just until you fall asleep.." He sighed softly, laying down next to me, and wrapping his arms around me. For once I felt comfortable.

Safe.

Happy.

Not long after my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. Soon after, by mistake Cassian fell asleep too.

~~~~~~~~~~maybe like an hour ish time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Should we check on them?" Feyre asked the group, looking around.

"Maybe.." Az shrugged and Rhys nodded in agreement. Mor shook her head, making an excuse as to why she couldn't go, so the other three went to check. Softly knocking on the door before opening it, Feyre poked her head in, followed by Azriel, that Rhysand. What they was was something they'd NEVERlet go. At least not Rhys and Az. They saw y/n, sleeping peacefully wrapped in Cassians arms. They didn't wake them, deciding to leave the teasing for later

A/N: I wasn't totally sure how to end this, and it seems a bit awkward, but it'll do i guess. I didn't mean to make it so long, but it is, and I had like 4 cups of tea while writing this. HOPEFULLY the next one will be a lot shorter (for those who like shorter oneshots)

A/N 2: I'm glad the way this went, and it was actually A LOT longer than I expected it to be. If ya'll want anything specifically written about (like if you have a prompt idea) feel free to ask me, cause as of now i'm kinda just writing whatever the hamsters in my brain come up with. OH! and lmk if you guys want any x male reader stories, cause i've realized most of them have been geared towards female readers.

#cassian x reader #cassian fluff #acotar #i need therapy #i want someone to love me #its literally 3 am #running on coffee and depression #literally writing while sick #i have a cold #I legit feel so lonely #someone love me pls #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #this was amazing #idk how to tag this #random tags #Why can I write more on here than in actual papers

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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chamomile, chapter ten

A/N: the gif in the moodboard is by @radioactive-creative-bug

summary: late night check in to see how the doctor is doing

warnings: references to 6x19, emo boi reid (someone please, I can't be the only one who just stared belting the Ayesha Erotica song💀), almost kiss, regency romance novel level yearning

word count: 873

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Finishing up the last bit of your ginger ale, you walked determinately out of your hotel room and towards the doctor’s door. You couldn’t fight the fact anymore that this case was hitting too close to home for him. You hadn’t been the only one on the team who’d noticed. Everyone had been staring at him, watching him, and even Morgan had not so subtly had a talk with him in the bathroom.

You had a vague idea of why it was getting to him. You had read his file and it did say a fair amount about his mom, who she was and what she was dealing with, so putting two and two together, you could see how this particular case was so difficult for him to get through.

Softly, rhythmically, you knocked on his door and it didn’t take long for him to answer.

“Y/l/n, hey,” he greeted, sounding somewhat surprised at your presents.

“Hi,” you flashed him a warm smile, “can I come in?”

“Um, sure,” he moved aside for you to enter.

“You’ve been quiet today,” he kept his vision low at your observation, staring at his shoes, “you have been quiet.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out and closed the door behind you.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, you looked up at him, “Reid,” cocking your head to the side, “are you okay?”

“Did Morgan talk to you? Is that why you’re here?” he buried his hands in his pockets, “to check up on me?”

“No.” you shook your head and then let out a heavy sigh, “Reid, I’m here because I’m worried about you.” Scooting to the side a bit more, inviting him to sit down next to you, “do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna talk about Prentiss?”

“No.” he took a seat next to you on the mattress, “I don’t want to talk.”

“Okay, then what do you want? What do you need? We don’t need to talk, we can just sit here in silence and just be.”

For a moment he just sat there, staring at you, no doubt making a pro-con list in his head on whether or not he should open up his mouth. “I-… ever since what happened to Emily,” he started slowly, “I feel like I have no control over anything in my life. I feel like everything is falling apart. Everything I touch crumbles and dies and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t sleep, I concentrate. I feel useless.”

“Reid, how could you feel useless? You sweep in and save the day on every single case. Without you, we wouldn’t catch a single unsub. You’re good at everything-”

“Not everything. Have you seen me out in the field?”

“You’re not that bad,” now that you think about it he was either as good or even a bit better than you were.

“Yeah, but I’m not good. I should be good, I wanna be good.”

“You can be if you want. It’s just a skill like any other.” Then quietly added, “If you want, I could probably get you a key to the gun range.”

“You could?”

“Have you met the guys who work down there?” you turned your body to face him more, picking one leg up off the floor and onto the bed, “Bill is nothing compared to the reporters I have to deal with on a day to day, so yes, that would probably be the easiest thing I’ve done all month.”

“Thanks,” you physically saw some of the weight being lifted off his back, “really.”

“You’re welcome. Just promise that when you become Annie Oakley you’ll teach me all your ways,” you joked, nudging him playfully in the side.

“Deal,” he chuckled lightly, catching onto your hand, making it stop its light teasing.

Then came this moment, this second where everything was calm. Everything was good. He was just holding your hand, and everything seemed possible. Getting lost in his dark eyes felt inevitable. You couldn’t fight it, not in this moment. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, coaxing you in deeper. It wasn’t till you saw him move closer, that you were ripped out of the honeycomb fantasy and back into reality. The reality where you noticed just how bloodshot his eyes were.

Things had just gotten good again. You couldn’t slip back. You couldn’t let him break your heart again. He was hurting a needed comfort, but in doing that you would just make his proclamation that much more correct. If he touched you again, you would surely crumble and die. Even if it would feel good for a moment, it wouldn’t last. You were his friend. He wouldn’t ever see you as anything more.

So right before his lips could touch yours, you placed your hand on his chest and whispered, “Spencer.”

Pausing, his eyes flickered up from their view of your mouth and looked into yours.

“We can’t,” your voice shook slightly.

It looked like you’d just poured cold water over him because he immediately straightened up, “I’m sorry…” he removed his hand from yours, “I should probably go.”

“Spencer,” you called after him as he practically bolted out the door, “this is your room.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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To Love and to Loathe

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (female receiving), edging, jealousy, fluff.

A/N: req from @browneyes-issac from smut prompt “I’m not sure I heard you right…what was that, sweet cheeks?” Hope you enjoy ☺️

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You loathe him.

It didn’t matter that he was your husband, or that he was undeniably handsome. It didn’t matter that your heart fluttered with each brush of skin - his touch seared into you. No. None of it mattered when he despised you too. Or so you thought.

An arranged marriage; which was decided upon between your father and his brother. You wanted to marry for love: him not at all. Life had other plans.

The wedding night is etched into your soul, seared into memory - you’ve never felt pleasure like it. You wanted desperately to feel it again. Foolishly, you thought he would grow to love you - that you could have a happy life together, maybe raise a family - but he wanted to keep his lovers: you didn’t share.

***

To everyone else, you were a newly wedded couple very much in love - behind closed doors, you barely acknowledged one another. Oberyn spent his nights with his many lovers. He flaunted them in front of you, especially Lara - his new favourite since Ellaria left. She was young and beautiful, everything you weren’t. Jealousy took hold and as you sat across from him - Lara draped over him, her mouth kissing a trail along his neck - you decided that two can play at this game.

It was no secret that Jaron - Oberyn’s trusted guard - had feelings for you, and as you met his gaze across the courtyard, an idea formed. Standing abruptly, you make your way towards him - an extra sway to your hips. Once you stand before him, you run your fingers along his broad chest, gazing up at him through hooded eyes.

Standing on tiptoe, you reach around his neck, pulling him close - your hot breath on his skin sending a shiver through him. Pulling his ear between your teeth, you whisper seductively. “Would you like to fuck your princess?” Jaron stumbled slightly, a flush creeping onto his face and you could feel Oberyn’s gaze burn a hole into the back of your head.

Jaron’s deep brown eyes held your gaze as he nodded his head, unable to form words. They didn’t have that golden fleck like your husband’s and you felt yourself yearning for your Prince once again. “Come to my bed chamber in ten minutes, I’ll be waiting.” You kiss him softly on the lips before turning around and leaving. Your eyes drift towards Oberyn and you can see his fist clenched, his steely gaze upon you. See how you like it. You thought as you walked confidently back to the palace.

***

After a quick touch up, you lay across your huge bed, naked - not wanting to waste time. A knock echoes across the room and you call out, “come in.” The door opens slowly and the smile on your face drops when Oberyn enters instead of Jaron. “What are you doing here?” A devilish smirk plays across his face as his eyes take you in - lingering over your heaving breasts.

“Expecting someone else?” he says teasingly with a quirk of his eyebrow. You huff and begin to pull at the sheet to cover yourself but he’s on you quicker than lightning. He grabs your arms and pushes them over your head, holding you down. His gaze roamed the length of your body. He covers you completely with his own and you can feel the hard press of him against your stomach.

You meet his gaze and you can see that his pupils are blown wide - that golden fleck gone, replaced by dark pools of obsidian. Your body is flushed and you turn your head away but he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. “If you wanted to be fucked, my sunflower - all you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Are you sure? Your body is telling me something different,” he says with a smirk.

“Shouldn’t you be with Lara? I’m sure she’s missing you.”

“Hmm, I do not care what she wants. I only care for what you want, my princess, my wife.” A scoff passes your lips and he moves closer - his breath hot on your skin. Your heart is beating erratically and you can feel that ache growing between your thighs. I need you. Please.

“No, you don’t! If you did you’d…” You press your lips into a thin line, not wanting him to see how he is affecting you. “If I did, I would, what princess?”

His lips brush against the skin of your neck and he bites gently, earning a moan from you. “I don’t want to share.”

“Then all you have to do is ask.”

“What? I told you.”

“If you do not wish for me to have lovers; if you want me to only fuck you, my wife - all you need do is ask.”

“I did.”

“No, you did not, little sunflower. You said you wouldn’t share, not that you didn’t want me to have lovers. There is a difference.”

“You would have stopped?”

“Yes, and if it is what you truly want - then I will only be with you, my beautiful wife.” A shiver runs through you and goosebumps form on your skin as his fingers run along your body. “Now, if you permit me - I wish to fuck my wife.”

“Yes! I…yes…fuck me…please..”

A smirk plays across his face as he removes his robe, revealing his firm chiselled body. Your eyes drift down towards his throbbing cock, the head red and leaking.

He kisses along your thighs, spreading them open with his hand as his mouth finds your aching cunt. Ooh! You moan as your back arches off the bed, hands finding purchase in his hair.

He moves your legs over his shoulders and buries his tongue inside you. Oberyn. He alternates between licking and sucking and shoving his tongue inside you so that you are a complete and utter mess on the bed below him. Writhing in pleasure. That heat begins to form and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge and just as you're about to explode he pulls away - his tongue licking around his lips. A sly smirk on his face.

“Don’t stop…I was nearly there…please.” He says nothing as he watches you - watches your breasts heave and your skin flush. He buries his face into your curls again, and again he brings you right to the edge and then pulls away. “No…please…just fuck me…I need you.”

“I’m not sure I heard you right…what was that, sunflower?”

“I said fuck me.”

Oberyn wastes no time as he lines up and sheaths himself inside you - his face on yours the entire time, wanting to see it contort in pleasure. He’s torturing you. His pace is slow and steady when all you want is for him to pound you into the bed. Without hesitation, you push him off you and onto his back. His face is alight with amusement and lust.

Straddling his waist you grab his cock lining it up before slowly sinking onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh, Oberyn I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it, sunflower, come for me. Come all over your prince's cock.”

“Oh fuck..”

You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his thrusts becoming erratic- sending him closer to the edge.

“Gonna fill you up, sunflower. Watch you grow round with my babe. Would you like that, wife?

“Yes, gods yes…gonna give you a son.” He groans and spills inside you as you come again.

***

Laying in bed - cuddled close - you run your fingers along his chest and he places his hand over yours. Tilting your head so you can see his face, you find him already looking at you. He says nothing as he stares at you, his face soft and eyes full of adoration. A cheeky smile breaks out on his face and you sit up looking down at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“You.”

“Me?” You say, embarrassment flooding your veins.

“Yes. You have done what many have tried. You have tamed the beast.” You laugh then and push against his chest before he pulls you back into him, his lips finding yours.

“You were the only one that could, my darling wife.”

“I am a Martell, am I not. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.”

He growls into your neck as he nestled between your thighs. “I’m going to fuck you again my love, until I’m sure I’ve bred you.”

“Do it.”

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takalzuoom · 2 years

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Pirate! TW analysis for helping you write vil and riddle!

I believe both vil and riddle as the fiances are good in their own ways, but which one you choose would probably affect the purposes of each character in the story, along with how the reader feels about each character.

If you choose Riddle as the fiance and vil as an antagonistic pirate, there would be less of an emotional attachment to vil, but the reader would have a softer, more "innocent young love" compassion and connection to riddle. The story seems to be planned out with a lot of drama, so I think riddle could have a big impact on the readers. All of these people in the reader's life cause distrust and uneasiness, so it could be interesting to not only potentially develop the relationship between the reader and riddle, but also allow the readers to feel a different emotion throughout that could they could feel is filled with much drama and little emotional connection. Though, writing a deep, meaningful relationship like that can be hard and tricky as well.

If vil is the fiance, then that would bring a very dramatic plot to the story. It could help develop a feeling of betrayal between the reader and crewel in a forefront manner. A betrayal like that could be very interesting to read. A shocking betrayal of father could be very intense, and increase the dramatization of the story.

The entire mood of the story could be shifted as well. Riddle's story could make the story feel more of an exploration of losing those you love and yearning for them, or make the readers focus more on the drive of the reader getting home. Vil's route could make the story one more of betrayal, and learning how to live in a world completely opposite of the readers before the story, focusing on them learning how to trust people and how much to look out for yourself versus others.

I hoped this helped. Sorry if it was a little long winded for you, but I always like to put analytical effort into helping someone improve! This is just based off of all that has been posted so far on the story and how each plot line has made me feel. Just because I said riddles or vil's could lead strong in a certain direction, it doesn't mean that's how it should necessarily go. I wish you well, happy writing!💕💕💕

you analyzed my writing… FOR FREE⁉️⁉️

for the past few days i’ve been coming back to this ask over and over again. always re reading and trying to make a comparison between both.

and let me tell you- you’re dead on the money.

and oh my god- like i’m so extremely honored that you took your time and effort to analyze my little series and are helping me with this. like i literally ran straight to my irl and started talking about this 10 minutes straight 😭

(i took ss of it so i could show her 🙈)

thank you so much🙇🏻

okay

even before you sent this is, i was kind of thinking the same thing, but i was only made aware of vil’s

(this is what i have scrapped together so far) (extremely rough draft thingz 🤭)

cause in his, the way that the whole journey is different is that vil and reader would continuously meet in between each ‘arc’ (??). and that’s when his facade would slowly fade.

1st meeting - they both run towards eachother, extremely worried about eachother as vil makes sure you aren’t hurt and they didn’t do anything to you. you blindly follow

2nd meeting - where mc starts questioning him. quick, i know- but this is what i call the denial stage cause maybe he makes some weird choices??? or says smthn that doesn’t sit right with them?

third meeting - still a little mellow, but maybe mc would finally stand up for themselves? like ‘no, not all pirates are bad’ tit and tat thing and vil is like ‘no? haha no? (i’m thinking of a movie scene and i DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS- might be repunzel?) and he gets upset. not sure what this leds to but maybe he’s like ‘fine. but don’t come crawling back’

4th meeting - blah blah manipulation here gaslight there- and reader goes back to him to get married- rescue mission?? idk.

but the problem is that this- doesn’t feel like a pirate plot to me. it feels like a royalty au with aspects of pirate au.

while in riddle’s we get the pirates and all that good shit. we get reader growing into themselves while getting irreversible trauma

i love drama. i love writing drama- and that’s why i love vil being the fiancé. plus i think he has a stronger reason to be the antagonist.

which is power, fame, being king, beating neige and ‘finally getting what he deserves’ (by that point he’ll see mc as disposable or an object

yes ik he can be a antag in riddle’s version. but he won’t the main. he’ll just be one of the pirate lords. but i mean later he will. like there’s still gonna be that betrayal, but (like you said) we aren’t emotionally attached to him and it’s kind of expected at that point because he’s both a pirate and mc has already gotten betrayed by people close to them at that point.

and what would mc’s goal in the story be? what’s their purpose??

riddle : to go home, then to get grim and go home

vil : go home? then try to escape vil??? try and convince crewel vil is evil???

i feel like riddle’s mc has more of a plot line (biased cause i’ve spent 2 weeks mapping everything out) but on the other hand, vil has a stronger reason to save mc.

which brought me to the genius idea of twst royal au?? or at least an au of the au with vil (and maybe leona??)

but honestly, i really like that idea but i HAVE to get started with this first 😭😭 (maybe when i’m on the second act i’ll write vil royalty au🙊🙊)

but you have no idea how helpful this was. truly. i spent 2+ hours plotting the differences between the two. how the relationship between mc and the guys would differ, how that’d effect that plot, and the overall story and just everything about it.

and i’m going to keep the vil idea (like i said) but maybe use it for a different story???? (i’ve grown very attached to the vil one so it’s going to be extremely hard to let go)

side note, my friend brought up how she thinks it’s cheesy mc is always getting kidnapped 😭😭

LIKE STFU‼️‼️ YOUVE CLEARLY NEVER WANTED TO BE KIDNAPPED AND MAN HANDLED BY HOT MEN‼️‼️🫵👿

but i digress… if there is a way for me to keep the pirate aspect and keep the vil idea- i would in a heart beat.

and thanks to this im gonna big vil a bit do a bigger role?? to get the best of both worlds? but i’m going to be extremely careful to try and not make this busier than it already is.

#tysm ❤️❤️#and i’m so glad you enjoy my writing 😳😳#twst #twisted wonderland #takalzuoom interacts 🌊#twst pirate au 🌊

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Review: Adam Faybrem’s recent single ‘Caught In A Feeling’ dances through synth-pop pulsations and smooth, infectious vocals

In the ever-evolving realm of contemporary music, the up-coming man of many talents Adam Faybrem is no stranger to the spotlight. With a Top 10 hit in the UK commercial pop charts in 2013 and a recent surge in popularity on Australia’s premier radio station, Fox FM Night Radio, Adam has slowly but surely found himself on a trajectory that only seems to be speeding up. With over ten years of musical experience, Adam now shares ‘Caught In A Feeling’ , an independent creation and lead track from his forthcoming EP.

It’s hard not to get lost in the experience that is ‘Caught In A Feeling’ right from pressing play, as Adam sets up the soundscape with synth-pop and alternative influences that you won’t be able to get out of your head. Resounding, twang-like synth beats open up the daze of sound that is ‘Caught In A Feeling’, an almost intoxicated feeling blur of dance-along sound rich in its multitude of unfolding layers. Soon complemented by Adam’s smooth vocals that charismatically lead, the track stumbles into action with newfound steady beats and later intermittent sparkling, bright synth, together enticing you into this alluring atmosphere. The chorus only further builds upon this base of scattered sonic pieces, falling into place with heightened volume and impact while dominant synth beats, rhythmic pulsations, drum clashes, reverberated backing vocals and Adam’s continued vocal lead that’s impossible not to infectiously sing along with. Driving through that club-like heavy beat, ‘Caught In A Feeling’ is constantly filled with adrenaline inducing highs and that late-night euphoria, mixed with a tinge of melancholic reflection amidst the bodies of strangers and the flashing lights. As the bridge pairs things back to softer synth isolated in the sound alongside more tender vocals from Adam, ‘Caught In A Feeling’ takes a moment to showcase a little more depth and poignance before building back up for one final climactic high sure to get you right back on your feet.

There’s more than meets the eye in in Adam’s narrative though, digging deep and spilling out a tumultuous story of love and desire, met with confusion and misguided hope at every turn. Opening with the admission that ‘I know you’re broken hearted’ , this new crush almost seems doomed to fail right from the beginning, nodding towards the emotional un-availability of the one he yearns for. Exaggerating in further lyrics like ‘I can’t find a place to even hide to survive the night’ , Adam almost seems to portray the passion and mixed signals as something dangerous, knowing he cannot keep himself away. Acknowledging their unresolved emotions, lyrics like ‘you can never decide on me’ emphasise more of the pain than the adoration, led back and forth continually without any clear direction moving forward. The chorus hook ‘I’m missing you, and I cannot get you off my mind’ really doubles down on the track’s themes of addiction and withdrawal in regards to love, as Adam continues to sing of his burning and obsessive need to be with them regardless of the red flags lining in the way. Perhaps even going as far as to lose a sense of himself in the whirlwind of emotion, Adam declares ‘I can wait on the side while you make up your mind’ , being a little too lenient in his chase for the one he wants and undervaluing his own worth. Filled with underlying themes of deception, ulterior motives and the human struggles many have to simply not be alone and find company in whomever they can find, ‘Caught In A Feeling’ is refreshingly real for a track otherwise bursting to life with vibrancy and feel-good beats.

Check out ‘Caught In A Feeling’ for yourself here to dive into the pounding sound and unexpectedly deep storytelling.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

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Renee

*the most annoying part of this entire thing was that usually when she stammered and got all frustrated when she was trying to speak, it was because she was excited about something and I found it so endearing but now it was because she was trying to be honest and the way my heart still yearned for her just made it ten times worse, usually always telling her to calm down and speak slowly in these situations but I couldn’t right now* You can’t be with me or you don’t want to be? Those are two very different things, Jennifer, and I think it’s the latter. *I shake my head, wanting to beg her to stay with me, wanting to tell her I loved her and that we belonged together but I wasn’t about to beg for someone who didn’t want me* it was fun? I’m so glad you had fun, Jennifer. I’m so glad you got your bisexual or whatever the fuck curiosities and experimentation out of your system with your gay friend. I told you that in confidence, I told you about my sexuality and you saw it as some sort of opportunity to take advantage of me. You are unbelievable, you know that? *I was less angry than I was hurt, but I didn’t communicate my emotions well, anger being my go to, not wanting to show her just how much my heart was breaking in my chest right now* You’ve been having sex with a girl for the past 3 months of your life, Jennifer… that’s the definition of being gay.

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*flinches as you ask me that, not answering as there was no way of coming across well if I answered that question, not even sure how to respond and grateful when you don’t press for an answer and continue talking instead* *heart sinks and face falls as you snap at me, accusing me of using you and that making me sick to my stomach, shaking my head in protest* No! That’s not what it was. I d-didn’t take advantage! I was confused, I-I didn’t know how I felt. *my voice was on the verge of begging, desperate to come out of this not feeling any more guilty as there was a part of me that knew I’d messed you around and feeling horrendously guilty about it but I was trying to bury that deep within me, not wanting to deal with that* *flinches as you say I was gay and that we’d been having sex, so far in denial as I shake my head* Loads of girls experiment! It doesn’t make me gay. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I-I was caught up, I’m sorry.

#renee plot

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madelinestanfrd · 1 year

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The Vision

I envision a barndominium overlooking a large field. Just underneath the sunset lies a line of trees, too tall and too thick to see through to the other side. My boys play in the backyard while the animals roam all around them. Some are fenced in: horses, highlanders, cows. Some go free: dogs, cats, chickens. Some of them have babies that I have the privilege of bottle feeding from time to time. However, all of them have names, not just a number waiting to be slaughtered. They’re safe. They’re pets. They’re our family. The grass is green and the air is cool. Wind blows softly, causing the porch swing to move back and forth rhythmically. I sit quietly, listening to the animals coo and the boys wrestle. School starts tomorrow, but tonight, we are not focused on anything but our time together. I hear the glass door slowly glide open and, out of the corner of my eye, can see my doting husband poke his head out. “Dinner is on the table.” I close my chapter book and motion for the two children to come inside. I walk towards the love of my life, my sundress swishing behind me. His lips purse, the faint taste of beer on them. I pull away slowly making sure to savor every second of the kiss. I hear a “gross” and an “ew” rush past me. He grabs the two boys before they’re able to walk past and picks them up. Their giggles are enough to make my heart stop momentarily. This is it. This is love at full capacity. I’m quickly reminded that my heart is not quite at its’ fullest when I feel a slight thud in the pit of my stomach. She loves hearing her brothers laugh too. Will she have their freckles and round cheeks? Will she take after her father’s blue eyes or her mother’s brown? Will she yearn to bottle feed the babies with me? I hope so. She settles down as quickly as she started so that I am able to make my way towards the table. My husband, now smelling of freshly cut grass thanks to the boys, kisses my forehead as he takes my drink order. “Sweet tea, please. Thank you.” He rolls his eyes and makes some comment on how he should’ve known, but I don’t hear him. I’m too consumed with contentment. The house is large. Enough room for all of our babies and then some. The boys’ claim that their favorite room is the playroom, however I know that it is our bedroom from the way they visit it so frequently. It is where all of the nightmares, monsters, and anxieties melt away, an invisible fence blocking them out the second they walk through the door. My favorite room is wherever they all are, so for now, is it the dining room. It’s the canary yellow walls that allow our laughter to have a small echo. It is the dark oak table that has a few too many drink stains, yet not enough drink stains all the same. It’s the matching cupboard that holds all of the fine china from my wedding day. Two small hands reach out to take mine from either side of me. I bow my head, close my eyes, and wonder what else I could possible ask God for, knowing he answered every single one of my prayers.

#christianity #love #country #farm #family

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You are my joy indeed, my most treasured one, and that typo was an early sign of that, when I did not yet realize how (let's not be afraid of that word :D) smitten I would become with you!

A module on fairytales when you are like from a fairytale yourself sounds lovely! I'm sure it will be full of interesting stories, of magical creatures, perhaps some old gods of the forest, foxes and satyrs and hares, all the creatures I associate with you <3 and Dorian Gray has found a very special place in my heart after I met you, I admit it. I liked the book and the film before, of course, but associating it with you made me like it more and more. How wonderful that lovers can make us love (seemingly) unimportant things and aspects of our lives.

It is the night of the equinox, you're right! I always manage to forget that until it's late in the evening already, so thank you for reminding me! It's the only one that I don't particularly like, I think? It is the most natural order of things, I know, but I also am a summer creature, longing for sun and her warmth. I will be fine by winter solstice though, the knowledge of daylight hours getting longer and longer comforting me 😊

You're not insufferable, you're lovely and a bright point in my life at all times, regardless of your level of inebriation, my softest Lamb!

Ah, that butterfly, dearest one! I don't think I've commented on that before but it truly is a symbolic story! Perhaps you could see yourself in that butterfly, a gentle creature of beauty, exhausted and at risk of perishing, but resilient enough to get its strength back after the smallest amount of kindness shown to it? - HWA

oh, most delightful one, my sunbeam 💓 how it fills me with joy to hear you say that word!! yes, let us not be frightened of it— i am quite, quite smitten with you, overcome with a wondrous and unexpected and gentle love i never could have anticipated. do you really think so, mead-like heart? that i am like a boy from fairytale? you spoil me, goodness, what a wondrous thing to be told…. i will be sure to tell you of all the animal-gods and boy-creatures that roam that world, and what is said of dorian as his hair catches in the sunlight. dear one, i love you— don’t you know? it means more than i could ever say to know that our love has gilded that book for you, and its film 💓 it has done the same for me, too. i agree, how wondrous it is!! i think that is what love is about, really— to show pieces of the soul, no matter how mundane, and to let your lover treasure them. i hope you had a blessed equinox, gentlest!! i understand the yearning for summer, and i hope you were able to make a joyful night of it despite your reasonable bittersweetness towards the time. it truly is the gods’ way, then, that you have been brought together with a boy to whom winter is so strange and so sacred 💓 the solstice shall come about, slowly and surely, the welcome creak of the turning wheel— i shall find you in the mists at stonehenge again, lover, and kiss you even where you are not!! both summer and winter creatures will grow well and safe under pan’s care. oh, i am sorry for my inebriation, gentlest— it does worry me that you see me like that so often. but i am glad you consider me so sweetly, nonetheless :) and you are a bright point in mine, worshipper!! my companion, aflame as the sun himself. i’m still overwhelmed by my brief time with the butterfly, truly 💓 it was a most sacred thing, a wondrous thing. perhaps i could, my, you’re right….. i hadn’t thought about it like that, caught up as i was in concern. perhaps i, too, can nurture myself to health— and accept the sugar-water others leave me, out of the kindness of their hearts? wisest one, you are a sage unlike any other

#answered #apologies again for such a late reply my wondrous one!!!! oh what a joy you are #herb wine anon

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not-bcring · 2 years

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"You're beautiful in this light," Sakura says softly, cupping Chihiro's cheek in her hand.

"You're beautiful in every light, but it feels different. How soft and warm the lamp is. Much like your heart." With that, she blushes and looks away.

As much as she trusts Chihiro, intimacy in any form is still new to her. Between people being afraid of Sakura and expecting butchness or masculinity from her, she hasn't had much luck in love- not to mention how busy she's been with training. Now that her luck has changed, she can't help but feel a bit nervous. Still, she's full of a warm happiness under the nerves, one that she's sure is because of Chihiro.

"I feel very lucky to have you in my life."

- ✩ 「 @honeydewmuses 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Chihiro never had much luck in love… Never even gave it a real try, far too scared of the rejection she was sure would come from it. People see her and have- expectations. Whatever they want from her, be it physically or otherwise, Chihiro knew she could never satisfy. Reluctance to feel like she was ‘deceiving’ people had her keep romance as a faint dream, her natural shyness and unfortunate experiences only further convincing her to keep others at arm’s length. It was better for everyone.

Yet, love doesn’t care what people have planned. What they want, sometimes even what they need, swept aside by the yearnings of one’s heart. Thankfully, this relationship is precisely what they BOTH need. Chihiro had been blindsided by her growing feelings for Sakura, overwhelmed by a desire to impress her. To make the other girl proud, to prove worthy of her attention. What she thought was simple admiration quickly bubbling within into something far stronger. Something warm and confusing and terrifying in its elation. It was… scary. Being in love with someone as incredible as Sakura— How could it not be?

How could Chihiro not think it was doomed to hurt?

But now, bathed in the warm lamp-glow, chest swelling with a gentle light to mirror it, Chihiro can hardly believe how things turned out. How someone so strong in her softness, so much braver and more beautiful than anyone Chihiro has met, had even known could exist…. could be treating her so tenderly. Looking at her with more love than Chihiro thought she could earn. Hands rests on the back of the one cupping her face, delicate and dwarfed compared to her girlfriend’s, but firm in the way they press the touch against her cheek.

Pink with warmth blossoming from her chest, Chihiro nuzzles into the gentle touch, eyes shut and tears glistening in their corners. Quick to cry when upset, she also has a habit of tearing up when overjoyed, happiness bubbling within her and unable to be contained. Usually, it would embarrass her— but not with Sakura. Instead of shying away from the feelings enveloping her, Chihiro sinks into them. ❝ I’m the one who’s lucky… ❞ She softly insists, humming happily as her face squishes against Sakura’s palm.

❝ You’re so kind… You’re soft and strong and brave and beautiful and everything that’s good in a person. ❞ Chihiro chimes, subconsciously moving closer as she admits, ❝ I feel safe around you. Safer than I’ve ever felt before… Like, when we’re together- there’s nothing we can’t overcome. ❞ Eyes fluttering open, gaze sheepishly averts, downcast as she tucks some hair behind her ear, free hand still against Sakura’s, albeit more relaxed than before. ❝ I know that you’re capable of facing anything, but… it’s a new feeling for me. I don’t… I’m still finding my strength. ❞

She wants to be stronger. To be someone she can be PROUD of… and she’s getting closer to that goal. Slowly but surely, she can see progress. A lot of which is because of the support of her friends, and of her partner. ❝ … Thank you. ❞

❝ For helping me feel like this. ❞ Chihiro mumbles, nerves finally quieting her tongue. Still, she spoke her thoughts and she can’t say she regrets it. Lifting her gaze, a comforting warmth in her stomach even as it flutters apprehensively, Chihiro smiles a bit steadier; adoration and gratitude practically overflowing from her misty gaze as she takes in the sight of her girlfriend.

Sakura really is beautiful in this light too… 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ! ❞ ¦ 「 Chihiro IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Chihiro 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Sakura 」#honeydewmuses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ’ᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ¦ 「 Chihiro and Sakura 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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neochan · 3 years

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GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct drabble #nct fic #nct scenario #hyuck smut #doyoung

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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peaches: nine [part two]

summary ─ a kiss sealed their love once again, but it was only filled with adoration and love this time.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), cockwarming, hand feeding, light d/s dynamics, anal sex, plugs, dirty talk, kissing, fluff, pet names

a/n ─ it took a little while to post this, i know, i’m sorry. BUT THIS IS THE END. THE FINAL PART. WE’RE SAYING GOODBYE TO THEM. I’M EMOTIONAL. i really hope you like this final part! so please, please, leave a comment if you do and tell me what you think! thank youuu <33

series masterlist ─ part one

FINAL

It was little past three when they woke up. Both of them had collected some of the energy they’ve lost during the round one.

Bucky was in the kitchen, making a fruit bowl, when she walked in only in her underwear. Her hair was a mess, she had bruises adorning her thighs and her lips were swollen from all the kissing and the stubble Bucky was sporting. “Hey,” she murmured, sleepy tone was heavy in her voice. Bucky looked up with a soft smile.

“Hello, baby,” he greeted her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She hummed. Her arms were quick to wrap themselves around his waist, she plastered her naked torso against Bucky’s bare back.

“How you are so damn warm all the time, I don’t even know,” she grumbled, rubbing her cheek against the muscle. “No complaints, though,” she added, eyes closing. Bucky chuckled lightly.

“Mm,” Bucky hummed. “You’re welcome to use me as your personal heater, honey.” She made a noise that sounded very much like ‘duh’ and then tightened her arms. Smiling widely, Bucky went back to cutting the strawberries in half. After he was done with them, he moved onto the bananas.

“Can we melt some chocolate, too?” She asked, peering up at his work at his side. Bucky nodded. He knew he had some chocolate they could melt somewhere in his kitchen.

“Sure,” he agreed. “Gotta find it first, though,” he added. She made a sound of approval and stayed in her place, on his back and hugging him. Bucky, feeling content and happy with her body in contact with his, started humming a song to himself silently. Not too long after, he was done with the bananas and now it was the time to search for the said chocolates. “Wanna help me locate the chocolates?” He asked even though he knew the answer.

“Nah,” she grumbled. Bucky shook his head fondly.

“Gotta let me go so that I can find’em, love,” he murmured. She whimpered, the thought of being away from him even for a minute was something she did not want to do. “I’ll be quick, c’mon.” Bucky gently led her to one the chairs in the kitchen and made her sit down. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, stroking her cheek with his thumb. It didn’t take him even a minute to find them; they were in his junk food drawer. Bucky did a quick job to melt them and gathered everything on a tray.

Both of them walked back to the bedroom. Carefully getting on the bed, Bucky placed the tray on his night stand. He could sense that she was trying to find the right position, but Bucky had other plans.

“Nuh-uh,” he said, patting his thighs. “Come up here.” She felt the warmth licking her face as she looked at Bucky. He smirked. “Yup,” he nodded. “You gonna keep me warm while I feed you, that alright, baby?” Choosing to staying silent, she nodded as well. She climbed on Bucky’s lap, settling over his groin, and barely surpassed a moan when she felt he was half-hard already. Bucky hummed. “Lift up,” he said and tapped her ass. She did, lifting herself on her knees, Bucky grabbed his member and lined it up. “C’mon.” She took a shaky breath as she lowered herself on his cock. His half-hard length getting enveloped by her silky heat, he was fully hard in matter of minutes. Bucky let out a satisfied groan.

“So good, baby,” he whispered as he stroked her bare thigh under his hand. Leaning a bit forward, he stuck his fork into one of the strawberries and dipped it in the chocolate. “Open.” Obeying his order happily, she let him feed her with chocolate covered fruits in peace. The silence between them was calm and nice; it felt like their bond was somehow getting stronger. The soft smiles on their faces were a proof of how happy they were to be together. Between the hand feeding and exchanging soft smiles, his hard length into her pussy was forgotten. It wasn’t about pleasure, the way she was seated on that thick cock, but about the trust and skin-to-skin contact. Their bodies were touching from head to toe, and both of them were loving it.

“Sometimes I wish,” she started, her voice held a sleepy tone but she wasn’t sleepy, just serene. “that we could stay like this forever.” Bucky hummed as he put the fork into the empty bowl and settled deeper into the bed.

“Recently I started wishing the same thing more than you can imagine,” he whispered, the truth spilling from his lips without a hesitation. “I’ve been thinking about talking to your parents about us.” She froze briefly on top of his body, and then her head turned and her eyes found his.

“You think it’s time?” Bucky knew her long enough to tell that she was scared, and he could understand why she was feeling that way. Her parents were Bucky’s long time friends if not his only friends. If they didn’t approve his relationship with their daughter, it was most likely to be over and that meant both of them losing the other. Not that both of you wouldn’t fight for each other, making them understand what their relationship was based on, but even if it would be brief, it would hurt you both very much.

Neither of you were ready to lose the other.

“I’m tired of hiding,” Bucky said. “I’m tired of not being able to hold your hand or hug and kiss you the way I want to. I’m tired of sneaking around. I want to take you on dates where we don’t care if someone we know would see us. I want to show you off, want to introduce you as my girlfriend, my partner. I just want to live my life with you and show my love for you to the whole world freely.”

“Bucky…” She whispered and pressed a kiss on his neck. Bucky sighed when her lips moved to his jaw to his lips. The kiss they shared was chaste and soft but carried their delicate love and their strong lust in itself. She wiggled on his lap; widening the stance of her legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him in the eye. “I love you so much.”

Bucky smiled. His eyes were a little red with sudden rush of tears. His hands moved from her waist to her cheeks, and he cradled her face gently. “I love you so much, too, peaches.” With a small whimper, she kissed him.

Their eyes were closed, chests heaving as they kissed and kissed. His hands stroked her cheeks, slid into her hair and then to her waist. Bucky held her against his body gently. Although they had the rush of pleasure in their actions, the love and tenderness were there. Both of them were yearning to be even closer to each other.

“Bucky…” She sighed when his lips moved to her neck, sucking small, barely visible hickeys on the sensitive flesh. Her hands were in his fluffy hair, nails scratching his scalp and fingers sometimes pulling his hair. “Sir, I need you, please,” she begged sweetly.

“No begging, baby,” Bucky whispered to her lips. “You gonna get whatever you want tonight. I want to give you everything you want, alright?” She nodded, breathless. Bucky gently laid her on her back. His cock still inside her, Bucky settled in between her thighs even more securely as he leaned in for another kiss. “You always gonna get whatever you want. ‘m always gonna give you anything you want or wish or need, okay, sweetheart?” She nodded again, eyes a bit teary. Bucky smiled and kissed her cheeks. His thumbs were stroking the soft skin of her sides, making her whimper in his ear.

“Sir,” she panted lightly. “Kiss me?” It was Bucky’s turn to whimper and give in, lips finding hers without missing a beat.

This kiss was dirty, rushed and sloppy. The lust between them got intense when their positions changed. Bucky’s tongue was licking her lips, inside of her mouth and making her moan with the control he was performing for the kiss. It was so easy to dominate her, so easy to control her, especially when she was letting him, it made Bucky dizzy. Bucky moaned.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want, hm?” His lips moved from her lips to her jaw, nibbling on the flesh and rubbing his scruff all over. You whined lightly.

“Your other present, Sir,” she said, making Bucky moan loudly. “Want you to open it.” Bucky pulled back just a little. “Want you to be the first and last.”

Bucky wanted to scream.

The way she was giving herself to him felt so damn good, Bucky didn’t know how to deal with the feeling. It was so intense and mix of bunch of other emotions: He wanted to hug her and never let go, maybe hide her in his chest, and he wanted to leave his marks on her so that everyone would know whose she was.

Instead, he started with loving on her the way she loved.

“Okay,” he murmured. He slowly pulled out, leaving her empty and gaping. His hands roamed her beautiful body as he helped her flip on her belly. She did so with a moan: Face buried in a pillow, arms placed on both sides of her head and her ass up in the air. She looked so gorgeous, so ethereal and his, Bucky wanted to mark her.

So, he did.

He leaned forward and bit harshly on one of her ass cheeks. She gasped. Her hands fisting the bedding, she closed her eyes. Bucky pulled back to look at the mark he left behind: It was a perfect brand of his teeth sitting on her ass cheek. He hummed. He slapped the other cheek lightly to make it burn and to watch it jiggle.

“O-oh,” she moaned. The little sounds she was letting out were driving Bucky mad in the most beautiful way. Biting down on his lip, Bucky trailed one finger from his teeth marks to the plug sitting nicely between her cheeks. It was teasing him, luring him in to look at it, and Bucky fucking loved it. She was letting him have her this way, she chose him to the first one there, and honestly Bucky didn’t know what he had done to deserve you.

“I’m gonna pull it off, a’right?” He whispered and saw your head moving up and down. His fingers grabbed the base of the small, heart shaped plug and pulled it off just a little before tucking it back in. She hummed. Wiggling her ass, she pressed against the heat of Bucky’s body.

Bucky played with the plug; pulling it back and pushing it in, he made her groan throatily into the bedding, made her move her hips and chase the pleasure. He could see how wet her pussy was, it was literally glistening. Bucky wanted to bury himself in there, but he did that already. It was his first gif. This time, it was going to be this small, other hole which she presented to him beautifully.

Humming to himself, he pulled the plug but did not push back in, this time. He pulled it off slowly. As soon as the widest part was off, plug fell onto the bed, winking innocently at him. Bucky groaned when he saw her loose hole. He needed to prep her a bit, but he was okay with it.

“Love,” he called out to her gently. “Grab the lube from the drawer for me.” Whimpering slightly, she lifted herself onto her arms and opened the drawer, finding the lube immediately. Bucky extended his hand and explained what he was going to do to her as she passed it. “You’re loose, but I’m gonna prep you a bit more, okay, baby?” She nodded. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” He leaned forward and kissed her tailbone. She shuddered.

Bucky squirted some lube in his hand; his fingers found their place over her hole, Bucky started circling the still tight muscle. Bucky slipped one finger inside gently. It was loose enough the let it in in one go. He hummed again, but thoughtfully. He slipped in another finger and heard her sigh deeply.

“Y’alright?” He asked, immediately stopping. She nodded, humming appreciatively.

“Feels good,” she murmured. She was rubbing her face onto his pillow, and Bucky felt his heart swell at the sight even though he was two fingers deep inside her ass. Scoffing lightly, he shook his head.

“Okay,” he said. “Tell me if I hurt you, please.”

“M’kay, Sir,” she whispered.

Bucky petted her side before continuing to prep her. As he moved his fingers in and out, adding more lube and fingers, he felt her hole loosening up bit by bit. Soon, she was moaning and whimpering and grinding her hips against his touch.

“Sir,” Bucky heard her whining. He smirked.

“Yes, peaches,” he answered casually. His fingers were moving relentlessly in her.

“Siirr,” she whined again. “I’m ready, Sir, please─” Bucky crooked his fingers, causing her to cut herself off with a loud moan. She felt ready, and he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer. His cock was hard as fuck for some time now. Groaning, Bucky grabbed a condom. He moved quickly to put it on, hands trembling slightly with the excitement.

“Y’ready?” He rasped. His hands were holding her cheeks open, making her glistening loose hole to wink at him cheekily. She nodded. She looked far too gone to talk with sentences, and Bucky could understand. He was about to lose words, too, he could feel it. “Mmm, okay,” he whispered. He grabbed his hard cock and lined it up.

The slide in was slow. Torturously slow.

She could feel every ridge and vein as Bucky slid in slowly. He threw his head back. The groan that got ripped deep in his chest was loud; she trembled. It was so fucking hot to hear him moan and groan and losing himself like this.

“Oh, fuuck,” Bucky moaned. He was looking at where they were joined, watching himself slide in her virgin hole and was desperately trying not to come too soon. “Fuck, sweetheart─” He gasped when he felt her walls ripple around him. He stilled. He was panting and was only halfway in. He wanted to take it slow, didn’t want to hurt you, but it was really hard not to just slam in.

“Bucky─” She whimpered. “God, shit, move.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Bucky breathed. Sweat was beading on his forehead and chest already, and his body felt like it was on fire.

“You won’t,” she hissed. “Just fucking move─ Fuck─” Groaning, she wiggled her hips, clenched around him and wiggled a bit more. Bucky’s hold on her hips tightened. He started to move his hips again. He was fucking in half an inch more with his every thrust. She moaned. “Yeah, move, Sir, fuck yes, move!” Her hands found the back of his thighs, her nails dug in deep as she pulled his hips against hers.

Both of them moaned loudly as Bucky buried himself to the tilt with her yanking. Her thighs were trembling, walls were rippling like crazy around his cock, and they were both on the verge of coming.

“Shit,” Bucky hissed. She felt so fucking good around him. It was tight as fuck, hot and wet and tight. Bucky was about to lose his goddamn mind. He leaned forward, covered her body with his as he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. Kissing her bare shoulders and neck, Bucky smiled dopily. “Not a virgin in there anymore,” he whispered before kissing her cheek. She giggled breathily. She took one of her hands from his thigh and tangled it in his fluffy hair, pulling him in for a filthy little kiss.

Bucky moaned as he bit on her lip, licked in her mouth and just kissed her as sloppily as he could. His hips were moving back and forth a little because he still felt like he was about to come, and he didn’t want this to end so quickly.

After what felt like an hour but was actually ten minutes, Bucky started to slam his hips harder and deeper. His cautious pace was now replaced with hard and deep and a bit filthy one which got her moaning and whimpering under him so prettily.

“You love it, don’t you, love?” Bucky whispered in her ear as he slapped her ass cheek lightly. “You love how full it makes you feel, hm?” She nodded vigorously. He did feel so good in her, made her feel so damn full, she never wanted him out of her. Bucky slapped her ass cheek again, this time digging his blunt nails. She gasped. “You’re drippin’,” Bucky murmured and trailed one of his hands from her ass to her pussy and slid two fingers inside.

She screamed.

“Yeah,” Bucky groaned. “Sing for me, baby, c’mon.” The pace he set up got harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping skin and obscene wet sounds were so loud. Like it was possible, Bucky was getting more turned on with each thrust. “Your ass is a fuckin’ wonder,” he hissed. “A peach for fuckin’ sure, sweetheart.” Snarling, he moved on the bed. He wrapped his hands on her knees and spread them even more apart as he pressed the outside of his thighs to her inner legs. She was practically sitting on his lap now.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out. With this new position, Bucky slid in even deeper and was now stroking something sensitive in her with his each thrust. He still had two of his fingers in her pussy and now a thumb was pressing on her clit. “Oh shit, ‘m close!” She moaned. “’m so close, Sir, fuck!” Her hands flew and grabbed his ass. Her nails dug in deep as they pulled his hips against hers harder. “Yes, yes!” Throwing her head back, she bared her throat to him.

Bucky snarled as he placed his mouth on the exposed neck. He wanted so badly to leave some marks there, but he couldn’t, he knew it. Not yet.

“Come,” he ordered, voice rough and hoarse. “You come on my cock now, and I’ll fuck your pussy after, feed her with my come.” She swore, groaned and whimpered. Her eyes rolled back as Bucky pinched her clit, and she came screaming.

Bucky’s whole body trembled, and he collapsed on the bed with her body under his. The clench of her ass on his cock was so tight, he thought he might come any second if he even dared to breathe.

She shivered, her body shook violently and her muscles twitched. The orgasm that rolled through her body was very strong and intense, she felt herself floating. With a sigh, she relaxed under Bucky’s body and moaned happily. She could feel Bucky’s hands roaming all over her, fingers stroking her hair.

“Mmm, fuck,” she grinned happily. Bucky kissed her shoulder.

“You back with me?” He asked, and she nodded. She looked so blissed out, Bucky felt proud. He kept peppering kisses on anywhere he could reach. She hummed.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, and Bucky obeyed immediately. Their lips met in a chaste and loving way, and both of them sighed. It lasted for only four seconds, but it was a very sweet kiss. Then, she pushed him back lightly, signaling him to pull out and off. He did. He slid out of her abused her as carefully as he could and sat back on his haunches.

“You promised me something,” she murmured. Flipping on her back, she spread her legs. “Feed me.”

Bucky choked on his next breath. “Baby,” he gasped. “I’m an old man now, don’t spring shit like this on me.” She giggled. Smiling, he walked between her legs again and took the condom off, ditching it somewhere. He leaned in to kiss her cheeks as he slid into her dripping pussy. Bucky groaned.

Her ass was so damn amazing, but he knew he’d always prefer her pussy because goddamn.

“Mm, c’mon, Sir,” she mewled, her hands grabbing onto the muscles on his back. “C’mon, she’s hungry, feed her, please.”

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered and started thrusting at a mad pace. He was chasing his relief, not bothering with his technique or something. All he needed was to empty his balls and lose himself in the throes of pleasure.

It didn’t take him too long. With a loud groan which he buried into her neck, he came inside of her. His cock twitching and releasing stripes of come in her pussy, Bucky sighed and plopped himself onto her. She huffed. Not saying anything, one her hands immediately started playing with his hair while the other started its trailing down on his back and up. Bucky shivered.

They stayed like that for a while. Skin-to-skin, serene and post-coital, they laid there on the bed. Outside was chilly, wind was howling, but neither of them cared about it because they had each other’s body heat to stay warm.

“Are we really gonna tell my parents about us?” She asked. Bucky hummed.

“Yes,” he said. “I don’t wanna hide anymore. I’m an old man, now.” She snorted as Bucky grinned.

“You can’t play that card every time,” she grumbled. “I don’t wanna hide anymore, either,” she whispered then. Bucky kissed just above her breasts.

“I want you to be mine officially,” Bucky whispered, lifting his head up and looking at her. “And you will be.” She smiled fondly. Her nails scratched his beard, stroked his cheeks and ran through his hair.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Happy birthday, baby.” Bucky smiled widely, the crinkles around his eyes showed themselves, making your heart beat wildly.

“Thank you, peaches.”

A kiss sealed their love once again, but it was only filled with adoration and love this time.

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“Um, Dad? Papa?” She called out softly.

“Yeah, sweetie?” Steve said, Sam only humming as he put his book down. She walked into the living room with Bucky slowly. Her heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was about to burst. Bucky brushed his hand against hers in a soothing manner.

“There is something I want to tell you something,” she announced. “Actually Bucky and I wanted to tell you guys something.” Both Steve and Sam sat up straighter, their eyes trained on you intently. Bucky held her hand.

“Y/N and I have been seeing each other romantically a little longer than a year now,” Bucky said. “It started out with only one night, but then feelings happened and…” Bucky’s eyes found hers, a fond smile forming on his lips. “I love her.” She felt her cheeks heating up, but she was so nervous that she couldn’t even feel the butterflies moving happily in her stomach.

She took a deep breath and tightened her hold on Bucky’s hand. Her parents were looking at them without blinking. The silence was almost deafening, she just wanted them to say something.

“You know what, Barnes?” Steve suddenly said, and the instant fear took a hold of her body. “I fucking hate you.”

“Gimme my five hundred bucks,” Sam grinned as he extended his hand out to Steve. “Oh, and that vacation you promised, too. I could really use one.”

“W-what?” She whispered. “You’re not mad?”

Steve let out a surprised laugh. “Mad? Honey,” he chuckled. “Sam and I knew for a while. You guys aren’t so subtle, y’know.” Bucky blinked a few times.

“What.”

“The day we were gonna make a barbecue? You both were in the garage and you said that you were helping Bucky to unpack or something?” Steve said. She nodded. “I saw the car windows and Bucky’s face.”

“Oh, at the New Years,” Sam chimed in. “We knew you were kissing because Y/N’s lipstick was sort of visible on your lips.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “What! You knew!”

“Yes,” they both said, grinning.

“And we’re okay with it,” Steve added immediately. “We know how supportive Bucky is, and although the age thing sort of weirded me out at the beginning, I’m okay with it now.” Steve paused. “It’d be a hypocrite of me to judge you for that since me and Sam have like nine years of age gap between us.” He shrugged.

“And,” Sam said. “We know Barnes for a very long time and to be honest, he’s been really happy this past year. It’s good to see him enjoying the life for once.” He smiled. “Although that doesn’t mean that if you make her cry or sad, I’ll kick your ass no matter what, you hear?”

Bucky chuckled. “I hear, Wilson, I hear.”

“Good,” Sam nodded and then he grinned. “C’mere you two.”

The hug they shared was a sort that only families shared. With Sam and Steve’s paternal love and Bucky’s protective, loving arms around her, she felt at peace.

No secrets. No hiding.

They were officially a family now.

fin

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