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pick a pile: "You are..." - Loving and encouraging words for you

take a breath and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to read some loving warm words about you. it's always nice to hear about our positive traits, right? here you can find yours and some encouraging words about your next steps/healing. keep going and take care of you! and also, be ready to let love in, you deserve it :)

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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pile 1

You are sunny, cheerful, bright and warm. You're also pretty welcoming and you like to hug people or generally enjoy physical displays of affection. I think people like to be around you, you basically cheer up everyone and "set the mood for the evening" (I just heard that, IDK). You have a lovely smile, everyone is in awe with it and you in general; maybe you also have a particular way to laugh? Like you maybe make a strange sound, and everyone is fond of it. They love to make you laugh honestly just to hear it. I feel like you take emotional care of others and you may feel like a sip of fresh water to many. You're extrovert (or at least seem so in specific context), confident and you know exactly what to do or say to make the day of the people you are in contact with. I think you may share smiles with people on the street and even help them if they need (eg. like if they drop something you may pick it up for them, especially for older people or you may leave your seat to them). I think you are very funny and smart, and like to joke a lot. Okay for some of you you may have changed after something happened and keep this sunny side of you a bit hidden (or maybe you occasionally fear being judged about it, or you have been), but honestly I think you only need to reconnect with it and let it flow from you. It's hurtful when some things happen but it's also something that... just happens in life, sadly (I'm not trying to invalidate your experience/pain, at all). We don't have to let those negative things change us so much, especially if we still feel that flame/desire inside. I mean... don't feel guilty for being happy, if that's what you feel. You can be happy no matter what happened. You have to be happy. Find new ways for that happiness to flow within but reach it "and let it rain" out of you. Enjoy it, let it be there and help you heal what hurt as well, if you need. You can find new happiness anytime. New reasons to be happy, too. This is also true for the few of you who tend to hide pain behind a smile, pretending it's all good. Toxic positivity won't solve it, as avoiding problems. Be more balanced (maybe you were called by pile 2 as well) and accepting of what is wrong: it doesn't mean you let it take over you (ask for help if it's too scary), it means you're not being blind to it but you're listening to it and trying to make it better (ofc you can wear a smile while you do that, you totally have to! Healing happens also with taking breaks to enjoy life and hobbies/passions...). You are such a beam of light for everyone, confront your problems (if there's any) and then keep on shining!

song: chicken noodle soup | j-hope; wake me up before you go go | wham! (I channeled the first song while doing your reading, anyway the mood for you is: jitterbug!)

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You are strong, pure and very special. You stand out, and honestly you don't even have to do much to stand out. I think it's your energy: it also has something healing for those that comes near you, something comforting. You should be more confident in yourself: maybe you also doubt about your looks or how you may be seen/perceived by others but honestly you have/are nothing less than anyone else. You are caring and have a good heart; maybe you have buildt some walls around yourself out of past traumas, and this is blocking you a little when it comes to sharing with others or creating deeper relationships. It's okay take your time to work through those walls. You have beautiful eyes, and maybe you like to look at others in the eyes too? I think you are also sincere, honest and humble, at times also to a fault: please do stand up for yourself when you need, and set your boundaries. You may also be a bit too strict on you, especially when you make some type of mistakes or something? Maybe it's the fear I mentioned in the beginning of being perceived as you're not or in a bad way, or maybe... at times you may be scared of your thoughts somehow. It's not just the anxiety you may get from them and how they may make you spiral so you tend to stop them (it's okay to do this and distract your mind when you start feeling overwhelmed, but please come back to those thoughts when you feel calmer: to avoid thinking about a problem won't help you solve it at all, it will come back stronger. And please ask for help if you need), but there's also something else. Remind yourself usually the first thought is what we learned, our instinctive first reaction to a situation (usually comes up to "protect us") while the second thought we have is the one that comes from the heart, it really expresses what we think with a calmer and more balanced mind. I mean, eg. let's say someone says they got something you always wanted and this triggers you: your first reaction could also be being envious of them and feel not enough compared to them and potentially say or think something negative/feel resentful or angry, but if you stopped and thought about it again, you may just be really happy for this person and see yourself as on a different path: your time will come too. Be more kind with yourself, more patient: you're unlearning a negative mental pattern and that's not easy, it will take time and practice and lot of patience. You are so lovely you have no idea, please try to see and show that yourself too.

song: a little bit yours | jp saxe (indeed come back to your core self and show yourself love, and accept it too; closing chapters, changing and unlearning stuff is hard, but you can make it)

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You are multilayered. You have lovely rosey cheeks, people may want to squeeze them lol. You are sweet and cute, you probably are also a little shy or maybe you feel anxious in social settings and you may end up blushing a lot. You may also be stubborn occasionally (not too bad tbh) and can be determined or at least you reach good results in job/school. I think you tend to hide a part of yourself though or find it hard to deal with it/not like it. There's something you fear showing or that you don't want others to see about you, probably your pain, probably something from your past that you keep inside (also cause you can't accept/understand it -it could be abuse for someone, I hope you are safe now). Maybe you're also "scared"... of being loved/seen for real (having your "mask removed"?) or feeling vulnerable... Your energy feels younger or maybe just unexperienced in some fields or situations (maybe you also feel uncomfortable in some situations or you felt so in the past and you avoided joining them so now you feel a little behind maybe: honestly, there's nothing bad in this. You're not behind, you just did what was better for you and you still have time to make more experiences. You have all the time you need and want). I think there's indeed something about time here, it could be you are nostalgic about something that now you are missing/lacking, maybe feelings you could experience in your childhood, or you want to delete something from your past, or it could be that you fear running out of time, as mentioned, as you want to experience many things still but maybe you are scared you won't make it or you don't know where to start from. Just take a break: the moment you'll feel more grounded, it will come to you. Focus on taking care of you and also do take naps if you need and can. If it's about your childhood, eg. if people taught you have to "grow up" or have dimmed you in any way (or you had to, in order to gain their approval), remember you don't really have to forget about your inner child nor to be someone you're not. You can be an adult and still be in touch with your inner child. It's not that one thing excludes the other. And you can be yourself without any fear (it's hard to believe it but you won't be pushed away by everyone if you aren't as they wish). Maybe your inner child now really needs you to be closer to them, they need your appreciation and support, probably also after something you had to go through in your past: your inner child totally did great back then with all they had. Hug them and show them love. I think some of you may also love to work or be around children or pets as they may help you feel more in touch with your own inner child and more grounded. Again, be attentive to your needs, and meet them: maybe you were *unwillingly* taught you don't deserve that much (you had to accept crumbles in relationships) but it's not so, you deserve the moon: remember this. You're already perfect, there's nothing about you in your past or present that you need to fix, my love. Heal your fears about being yourself, receiving (love in particular) and don't run away from it, don't run away from yourself: you'll get all you wish for. Give it and yourself time. And, if you need this: it wasn't your fault, you were not responsible for that event/decision for which you feel like you were (and maybe you didn't even had to take). Whatever it was. You were trying to win the approval of someone who couldn't love you as you wished. Build boundaries around people (adults) and remember you are not responsible for them and what they do/their mistakes: you're not here to save them from anything. You have your own self and life to care about now.

song: heart attack | demi lovato

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eviesaurusrex · 9 months

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—ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ

GIFs not mine!

summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

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Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

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It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

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Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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just-a-creep-babe · 10 months

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 12

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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His fingers reach for the edges of his mask

He swallows thickly, saliva filling his mouth like venom before a snake strikes

You look so peaceful, so calm and relaxed in his arms, like you trust him completely

You could be all his

He could finally claim you—once and for all

He pushes his mask up past his nose, tongue tracing over his teeth

He feels the distinct points of his canines; he feels every bump, every edge and groove of the sharp enamel protruding from his gums

Then, gently so as to not wake you from your light sleep, he shifts, bringing his mouth inches from your neck

His warm breath fans over your skin, but it doesn’t seem enough to stir you awake

He notices the smallest details of your body; everything from the steady rhythm of your pulse to the divine aroma of your blood

He craves you

Even after finally getting what he's wanted for so long now, he still wants more

He‘s as insatiable as ever

The touch of his lips to your throat is slow and soft as he kisses you

He presses his lips once, then twice against your neck before scraping his teeth on the thin flesh over your pulse

He’s on the verge of doing it, on the verge of sinking his mark into your throat—permanently

But then you mumble his name, and he isn’t sure if you’re sleeping or awake, or somewhere between the two, but it’s like it’s enough to snap him out of it

That’s not what you want and he knows it

He recoils away, guilt and shame twisting in his gut

He has to leave, he realizes

Staying will only make it harder to resist

He readjusts his mask over his face, then carefully slips out from underneath you

He throws his clothes back on, opens the door, then offers one last fleeting look at your peaceful form on the bed

His heart clenches, heartache throbbing in his chest like an old friend

And then he turns away, closing your door behind him with a final resounding click

It’s hard for him to think about anything else for the rest of the night

He imagines giving in to the temptation of claiming you, and just the thought has him salivating

His instincts keep urging him to go back and do it—but he knows he shouldn’t

And so, after mindlessly wandering the halls, searching for a distraction with little to no success, he ends up returning to his room

He wants to go out for a hunt, but it’s still raining, so he loses himself to his medical books in the meantime

The rain only really lets up around 2 in the morning, but as he steps out into the darkness of the night, the drop in temperature and humidity feels pleasant against his skin

The earth is still damp, and as he wanders the city, he finds puddles reflecting the street lamps on the asphalt

It’s a pretty sight, and if he wasn’t so lost in his thoughts, he might even be able to appreciate it

Even as he’s cutting through bodies, all he can focus on is the thought of you

You’re too perfect for your own good

He stays out until the sun begins to rise, lightening the sky to a pale blue with faint hints of pink and orange

Morning fog hangs in the air, but all things considered, it looks like it’s going to be a sunny day

When he hears the birds starting to wake, chirping in the crisp morning air, he takes it as his cue to head back to the mansion

He wants to return to see you, wants to find the warmth of your bed and lay down next to you, but he's worried it'd scare you off

Casual fuck buddies don’t usually stick around like that

He decides not to push things, and instead, he spends most of the morning pouring over his books

It’s only when Hoodie texts him, asking to train, that he leaves his room again to make his way through the forest

He sees you on the way out, talking to Natalie in the living room, and when he makes eye contact with Nat, she smiles a big, wide grin at him

"I assume it's been a good morning, Jack?"

He usually wouldn’t care about anyone making stupid comments to get a rise out of him

But you’re right there, and you look absolutely mortified when she says it

It makes him pause halfway to the door, and he watches, admittedly in amusement, as you hiss her name out under your breath

You're cute when you're upset

But then again, you’re always fucking cute

“What makes you assume that?” he asks, feigning ignorance

Your eyes widen, face flushing, and you look off to the side, like you’re dreading every second of this

“Oh, you know,” Nat carries on, waving her hand dismissively, but that broad, mischievous grin never once leaves her face

For once, Jack appreciates her usually-obnoxious teasing humor

“You just seem much looser,” she continues, “You don’t look as tense, like you don’t have that stick up your ass anymore. It almost looks like you finally got laid or something”

"Nat!” you snap at her, "Don’t you have some peanut butter to clean out of your shower?!"

She snickers, and Jack can’t tell if that’s just some code word, or if it’s an actual thing

Why would she have peanut butter in the shower?

"Yeah, yeah," Nat rolls her one good eye, "I'll leave you two lovebirds at it"

She makes her way out, squeezing past Jack standing at the entryway, but not before turning to give you one last wink

You look like you either want to kill her or yourself

Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about hiding the truth from Nat

"Sorry about that," you sheepishly apologize, "I wasn't, like... it's not that I was trying to gossip or anything, I just, you know, it kind of just—"

"Easy, easy," Jack chuckles, because my god, you're way too adorable for your own good when you're all flustered like that, "it's fine," he reassures, "trust me, I know how nosy they can get sometimes"

You nod, smiling with relief

"Yeah, she's... she's definitely excitable when it comes to... well, you know..."

You trail off, then shake your head

"I mean, anyways, I uhm..." you trail off again, and there’s suddenly a thickness in the air between the two of you

You shift your weight from one foot to the next

“I… I really enjoyed last night,” you admit

He nods, a familiar warmth starting to bloom in his chest

"I did too"

It’s faint, but he can’t stop himself from noticing the shift in your hormones at the memory of last night’s events

He takes in a deep breath, and somehow, just that simple act has more of your perfume infusing into the room

You want him again

He forgets about Hoodie, forgets about Nat, forgets about everything else except what he wants to do to you

Would you let him bend you over right here and now?

You stiffen, like you notice the change in his demeanor

Like you know he’s aware of your arousal

He hears your heart rate pick up, hears the way your breathing changes

You're divine

He walks forward, closing the gap between you, and all he can suddenly think about is how fucking good you felt wrapped around his cock

Like no other feeling could ever compare

"J-Jack—" you shakily say his name, and he wonders if you’d whimper like that too if he sank his teeth into your neck

He captures your jaw between his fingers, tilting your head up so that your lips are inches apart

And he’s about to kiss you—he’s about to kiss you hard and fast until you’re dizzy, but a voice from behind snaps him out of the moment

“Oh—oh, am I interrupting something?”

Jack turns, finding none other than that new proxy standing in the doorway, eyeing the both of you with a shit-eating grin on his face

“Yes,” Jack hisses

“N-no,” you stutter at the same time

The proxy’s grin widens

“Hey, listen, if you’re about to fuck, you can’t be doing that shit out in the open. Get a room or something. And anyways, blue guy, they want you down at the shack”

Jack huffs, trying to hold back a snarl

He wants to wrap his hands around your waist, pull you up close and kiss you long and hard to send the guy a message—you’re his

But instead, he swallows back his urges and steps away from you

It’s childish and petty, but he can’t resist shoulder-checking the proxy as he makes his way past him

He hears him make some insignificant comment as he walks away, and he almost can’t resist turning back and scaring some sense into that kid

The walk through the woods helps calm him down

It seems like the rain did some good to the forest; the foliage is bright green, and he can hear the insects and woodland creatures buzzing and scurrying around him

He reaches the training grounds by the shack, and he realizes something’s up when he sees Slender there with the proxies

The entity almost exclusively shows up when he needs something

He walks up to them, offers a nod, and Slender’s unpleasant static numbness fills his mind

“You are required for a job,” the entity speaks, its telepathic voice a gravelly murmur, “you will be going with Tobias”

The demon looks at the proxy in question, and Toby grins, flashing up a peace sign at Jack

"You are to leave in three days' time. I will provide more information as required. Is your cooperation a certainty?"

When Jack nods, Slender expresses his approval, and just like that, he disappears in a blink, leaving Jack alone with the three main proxies

"Training, huh?" Jack asks, looking at Hoodie, who shrugs

"Hey man, I didn't know the boss was planning anything, promise," he holds his hands up in a claim of innocence

"He gathered us-us up here just a few—just a few minutes ago," Toby defends with a crack of his neck

"It seems-seems like it's going to be a big one," he continues, "f-fucking getting two teams on it and everything"

"Two teams?" Jack asks

"Masky's leg is better," Hoodie gives a nod at his best friend, who grunts, and Jack notes that he looks fully recovered, though part of him still wants to check it out later, "so we're going in as well, but at separate locations. We still don't even know what the plan is," he admits

"And why isn't that new guy helping out instead?"

Masky huffs, and Jack gets the sense that he's also not too fond of him

"Hell if we know," he snorts

"There's no point in worrying about it now," Hoodie shrugs, then nods his head to the field, "C'mon, I was serious when I said I wanted to train, y'know. It wasn't just a ploy to get you down here; we all know you're Slender's little Discord mod, anyways"

Toby snickers, but it seems like Masky also doesn't understand the reference

"Slender's little what? What does that even mean?" Jack asks

"Don't worry about it. C'mon, let's do this, already"

Training goes well for the rest of the afternoon

Jack isn't the most pleased about having to leave for a mission, but he figures it's not the end of the world

The worst part of it will be having to stay away from you for god knows how long

He's about to return to the mansion after sparring, when Hoodie suddenly pulls him to the side

"Hey, actually, there was something else I meant to bring up," he admits

"Yeah, what's up?"

"About that favor you owe me..."

Jack’s first instinct is to deny that he owes him any favors, but then he remembers that day with the campfire

"What about it?" Jack asks hesitantly, warily

Hoodie cocks his head to the side, humming

"You and (y/n)—things been working out?" he answers Jack's question with his own, and Jack suddenly does not trust whatever he's planning

"I guess you could say so"

Another hum from Hoodie

"That’s good. You know, the two of you are cute together, I think you’re good for each other"

"What're you getting at?" Jack's thinning patience becomes evident in his tone, but it only makes Hoodie chuckle

"I'm calling it in," Hoodie finally claims, "I wanna watch"

At first, it doesn't fully click with Jack

"Watch what?" he asks, now fully annoyed that the other's being so coy about the whole thing

But then it does click, and he's one uneaten organ away from snapping the guy's neck in half

As if sensing the demon's sudden change in demeanor, the proxy raises his hands and backs away a few steps

"Hey, listen, listen, I'm just asking to watch. That's it. Nothing more, relax"

"Relax?" Jack takes a menacing step forwards, "You want me to fucking relax? You're a sick fucking perv, you know that?"

"Hey, a deal's a deal—you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to it"

Rightful indignation floods Jack's system

Without thinking, he yanks Hoodie up by the collar and raises his fist threateningly

Hoodie doesn't even raise his hands to defend himself, which somehow only pisses Jack off even more

"That's not fucking happening," he snarls, and even though he really, really wants to hit him, it's not like Jack to throw the first punch

Hoodie laughs—the fucker actually has the audacity to laugh—and before Jack loses his temper and actually wrings his neck, he shoves him away

The proxy grunts, stumbling backward, catching himself last minute before he falls

"Why are you laughing?" the demon demands

"I'm laughing cause you don't got a choice," he says, readjusting his collar, "we made a deal"

"Yeah? And? (Y/n) was never involved in making the deal, you can't just drag her into this like that”

Hoodie eyes Jack for a moment, the tension between the two growing palatable

"Alright, fine," he eventually says, "How about this, then; you ask if she's alright with it, and if she is, we go through with it. If she isn't, I'll either figure something else out, or you'll still owe me one later"

Jack huffs

There's no way you'd agree to something like that... right?

He almost can't believe how dogshit his luck is; the very next day he has the self-control to take things further with you, this happens

How is he even supposed to ask for something like that?

Another huff from Jack, and he shakes his head

"Not a fucking chance, man"

Hoodie snorts

"If you don't ask her, I will"

Jack's fists clench at his sides

This guy's fucking dead

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless Jack x reader #eyeless Jack #crp

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808airsoftbros · 1 year

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Tight Pants (Yunjin) (S) (BXG)

Author: From now on (S) means SMUT. Hope you enjoy the story😉

Y/N’s POV

It was a clear, sunny, and beautiful day to be out walking with your best friend at the park. Yunjin was always so busy with her Idol life leaving her with little to no free time on her hands especially since she’s been busy with her group’s new song “Unforgiven”. But yeah, it’s always nice to spend what little time we have with each other.

At least that’s what it was supposed to be...

Instead of a sunny day, it was pouring out of nowhere, thankfully, Yunjin had an umbrella but unlucky me I forgot mine at home since I never thought I was going to need it and her umbrella was too small to shield us from the rain.

In no time, my entire outfit was soaked, and my feet never felt any more miserable as it felt like I stepped into the ocean with my shoe.

“Oh my God, Y/N you’re soaked! Come on, let’s go to my dorm, it’s a lot closer than your apartment!” She suggested.

“A-Are you sure, you’re members won’t be there?” I asked.

“No, they’re out hanging out with their friends or shopping at the mall!

Now come on, let’s go before you catch a cold!” She answered before grabbing my arm.

Running with haste, we quickly went get out of the park and take shelter at the bus stop.

Yunjin calls in a cab as her manager is on break, when the cab arrives, we hopped inside the back seat and directed the driver to her dorm.

Throughout the ride, Yunjin wraps around the towel we used for our picnic around me to keep me warm and prevent the seats from getting wet.

Once we arrived at her dorm, we paid the driver, get out of the car, and quickly go inside the dormitory building.

As we enter the building we go into the elevator, press the second floor button, and the elevator takes us to the next floor.

Once the metal doors opened, we walked into the corridor with Yunjin guiding me until we reached her dorm.

She unlocks the door using a keycard before signaling me to go in first, and I followed her instructions as she followed suit.

The door automatically shuts and the lights instantly turned on in the living room as the heater warms up the room.

“Stay here, I’ll get you some warm clothes,” She instructed.

“Wait, am I even going to fit into them?” I asked and she giggled.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, they’ll fit you just fine~,” She assured before winking at me causing me to blush.

Shaking my head, Yunjin goes upstairs to fetch me a spare change of clothes as I patiently wait for her to return.

About five minutes later, she comes downstairs with a pair of neatly folded pajamas.

“T-Thank you, Noona...” I softly replied as I was shivering.

“Anything for my best friend,” She said and I nodded.

Yeah... Best friend... One thing, I forgot to mention is that I have liked- no loved her for a very long time.

Sadly, it doesn’t appear that she’s aware of it as she’s too busy with her work life and I only assume she doesn’t feel the same way as I do.

Anyway, not much I can do about it, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom, placed the change of clothes on the sink counter, undressed myself, and step inside the shower.

Shutting the glass door, I turned the faucet to warm water, soaking myself before rubbing soap on my body.

Looking to see what body wash and shampoo I could use, there was a wide variety which isn’t surprising considering they take good care of their bodies.

“Crap... Which one should I use? I don’t want to make Noona’s bandmates angry...” I asked myself as I contemplated my decisions.

“You can use that head shoulders and the dove body wash right there!” I hear a voice pointed out.

“Oh, why thank you-” I was about to say until I realized that someone was inside the bathroom with me.

Looking out the glass to see who that voice came from, it was of course Yunjin causing me to jump, nearly slip because of the slippery tiles, and cover my dick.

“What the fuck?! How long were you here?!” I shockingly asked and she giggled.

“Hehehe~. As I said, you can use the head and shoulders and the dove body wash, that’s mine but you can use them for today, and to answer your question, only for a few minutes.” She explained and I deeply sighed.

“Thanks, Noona... But can I please have some privacy?” I asked and she smirked.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay besides you’ve got a nice body~. When did you start working out~?” She playfully asked me and I shook my head.

“Just get out please...” I replied.

“Whatever you say, Y/N boo boo~,” She said before leaving the bathroom making me sigh in relief.

Jeez, what is with this woman? She was never like this before... Yunjin was kind, cute, and most importantly innocent.

Anyway, once I finished taking my shower, I dried myself using the towel hanging on the rack and put on the clothes that Yunjin provided me.

Unfortunately, they were pretty damn tight exposing my abs a little but what really sucked is that it revealed my bulge.

“Well, it’s only for one night... Besides what’s the worse that can happen?” I said to myself.

Getting out of the bathroom, I placed the wet clothes in the laundry bin as Yunjin instructed and go downstairs.

“Ah, I see you finished cleaning up, how do you feel?” She asked.

“I feel much better, Noona, thank you for letting me use the shower,” I replied and she smiled.

“It’s nothing, come, sit with me, I wanna watch binge-watch Netflix!” She said as she patted on the couch.

Sitting on the couch next to her, she turns on the TV, sets the channel to the Netflix app, and plays a random Kdrama movie.

The drama was just like any other typical romantic genre but there were some funny scenes that we laughed at.

However, there was one spicy scene where the actor and actress had sex as they kissed like it was the last thing they’d do on this planet.

It didn’t help that the fact my friend down there is having a mind of its own, meaning that I’m getting a massive boner and the tight pants makes it quite obvious.

Taking the pillow and blanket beside me, I covered it up and Yunjin to hopefully focus her attention on the movie rather than my big ass knob.

Just as I thought I dodged a bullet, Yunjin suddenly places her hand on my thigh and it was dangerously close to my cock making me anxious and worried.

“Shit...” I said in my mind as I prayed she doesn’t discover my boner.

“Is everything okay, Y/N, your face is so red and you're even sweating, do you have a fever?” She asked as she places her hand on my forehead.

“Uhhh... Yeah, I’m totally fine, it’s just that scene makes me nervous, that’s all,” I lied.

“Ah, I see, I’ll skip it then,” She replied and I sighed in relief.

Seeing that I dodged yet another close one, I was proven wrong again as she wrapped around my cock.

“Huh? What’s this?” She wondered as she slightly tightened her grip making me cringe.

“What is it?” I nervously asked as the boner and the tight pants is making me feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t know, hold on, I’m taking off the blanket,” She replied and my eyes widened.

“N-No, I’ll get cold,” I pointed out and she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, you big baby, I’ll only take a glance,” She assured.

Fuck... I’m doomed...

Yunjin removes the blanket, takes a glance to figure out what she was gripping onto earlier, and notices my big bulge.

“Y-Y/N...” She said as her eyes widened at the sight of my boner.

“U-Uhm... I like to stuff Japanese cucumbers into my pants, yeah! It’s a hobby of mine!” I lied.

“Japanese cucumbers...?” She asked and I nodded.

“Baby, do I look stupid to you? This is your dick, now be honest, is it frustrating and uncomfortable to have this under your pants?” She asked and I sighed before nodding.

“S-Sorry, Noona, this is so embarrassing, I’ll take care of it!” I replied before getting up from the couch.

Right when I was about to get up, she pins me back down and straddles onto my lap.

“There’s no need to be ashamed, baby, we all get horny sometimes, even me, and right now, I’m soaking wet just looking at your huge cock, and not only that, there’s something else I wanted to confess.” She explained.

“W-What is it?” I nervously asked and she smirked.

“I’ve loved you for so long but you’re too dense to see it and I know you love me too, so how about I help you out with this tight situation as your girlfriend, what do you say~?” She offered and I gulped.

“O-Of course, Noona, I’d love to be your boyfriend,” I answered and she smiled.

“Good boy~,” She replied before getting off the couch and onto her knees.

Slowly, she lowered my pants along with my underwear revealing my nine-inch cock making her drool and stare.

“God, you’re so huge, and you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time but now I get to have it all to myself~,” She said as she jerked me off.

“Mmmmmm~.” I moaned.

“Do you like this baby boy~? Let me lubricate you first~,” She said before taking my length into her mouth.

Welcoming the warm feeling around my shaft, she could barely reach the base without it hitting the back of her throat.

“God Jen, it feels so fucking good~,” I moaned.

Meeting her gaze, I could see the sheer lust and love in her eyes turning me on even more as she kept bobbing her head up and down.

After a few moments, she takes my dick out of her mouth, undresses her tank top, shorts, and undergarments showing off her nude body.

Not wasting anytime, I picked her up, went upstairs to her room, placing her onto the bed before hungrily sucking her tits.

“Yes baby just like that, mark my tits, they’re all yours~,” She said before loudly moaning.

Afterward, I take off my shirt revealing my three abs, Yunjin slowly traces the lines and couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

“Since when did you get so hot~?” She asked.

“I’ve been working out the past few years since you started training,” I answered and she giggled.

“Good, because rememebr this is all mine now, and nobody else can have it, understood~?” She whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine.

“Y-Yes, Noona,” I answered and she smiled.

Continueing where we left off, I slowly insesrt my length into her pussy and she clenched her teeth in pain as this was our first time together.

“A-Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“I-It’s okay, just keep going,” She insisted and I nodded.

Pumping my dick in and out, she was tight as fuck, Yunjin leans foward to grab a hold of my shoulder as I slowly pounded her.

“That’s it, I want you to impregnant me, baby, give me your babies~,” She said.

“B-But isn’t that a little too quick?” I worringly asked.

“You let me worry about the details, now do it~?” She replied before moaning.

As we continued making love for hours maybe, my balls felt tight and her walls started to squeeze my dick to death.

“Shit, I’m close baby~!” She warned.

“Same here,” I replied.

“Do it, cum inside your Noona, I know you want to~!” She insisted.

At the same time, we both came, but I was scared because I actually did it inside of her meaning that she could get pregnant.

We both collapsed onto each other on the bed, catching our breaths, looking at her face, even with messy hair she was still beautiful as she gave me a tired and loving look.

“A-Are you going to get pregnant?” I worringly asked and she laughed.

“Don’t worry, baby, I only said that to motivate you, I’m still on protection so will be fine.” She assured and I sighed in relief.

“So what you said earlier, you love me? Or is it because of lust?” I curiously asked and she shook her head.

“No, baby, I meant what I said, I truly love you, do you feel the same?” She asked.

“Of course, Noona, I’ve loved for you so long but I didn’t think you’d share the same feelings as I do,” I answered and she smiled before pecking my lips.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that and I promise to marry you in the future, maybe after my dating ban is lifted,” She promised and I chuckled.

“Yeah, probably best if we kept this secret otherwise you’ll get in huge trouble,” I replied.

“Hehe~. I love you so much, baby, til death do us part~,” She said before carressing my cheek.

“I love you too, Noona, til death do us part~,” I replied and we cuddled for the night.

#kpopgg #kpop gg #kpop smut #jennifer huh #yunjin #le sserafim #le sserafim yunjin #hype labels #bxg #girl group smut #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop idol

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azulock · 5 months

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Day one is here! Starting off with Kaiser's trip to the Christmas Market! Hope yall like it, and lets have a good Christmas season.

summary. when Kaiser got you to spend the holidays with him in Germany, the first thing he planned was a trip to the Christmas Market. it was supposed to be magical, a movie like sight of snow and sparkling lights. well, sadly for him, it seemed like the weather had different plans.

pairing.Michael Kaiser x Reader

wordcount. 894 words

1. Christmas Market - Michael Kaiser

The late afternoon sun shone over the Berlin skies, its light cut by some scattered clouds in the firmament, its heat not enough to warm the dry air around, especially against the chilly winds. Still, it was a sunny day, a beautiful one, or it would be, if it wasn't happening in the middle of December, when it should be snowing already. This was the strangest winter Kaiser had seen yet - and fuck, the news kept reminding him it would only get stranger in the future. But god, did it have to be like this right in the year he'd managed to bring you to spend the season with him?

Honestly, he had planned this day to be completely different. It was supposed to be snowing, like it always did. A beautiful cover of fluffy white snow blanketing the floor and the roof of every building around. He'd walk with you through it, hand in hand, a picture perfect trip to the Christmas Market. Except, that's not what happened.

From the moment you arrived at the airport, his bad luck started. The route he'd take back to his place was closed, so he had to drive you through a longer one. One that passed by the Christmas Market itself. That was something he wanted to avoid, because you'd never been to one, and he wanted to give you a surprise.

So long to that, the minute your eyes caught sight of the place through the window, he knew his plan was fucked. You got excited and insisted you wanted to go. But it wasn't snowing, and he wanted to wait, just so he could give you that movie like experience. Though, he wasn't able to make you wait for long, quickly running out of excuses not to take you there. Soon enough, he just had to - even though the weather wasn't helping.

Kaiser was broken out of his thoughts when you tugged on his sleeve, pulling him back to reality just in time to find your sparkling gaze turned to him. Well, at least you seemed to be enjoying the trip, despite the still muddy ground from last night's rain, his favorite mulled wine stall being closed, and the long line you were facing for the ferris wheel. You smiled at him, beaming as you clutched his arm, and things felt at least a little better, at least at this moment.

The line moved again and Kaiser looked forward to see it was almost your turn to get in. He smiled, trying to match your energy, but still wincing when a cold wind pushed some clouds in front of the sun, graying the sky above - this was not good. You were making small talk about something as you got in, taking your seats, and Kaiser was trying to listen, he really was, but he couldn't take his mind off of how not to plan this was going. And now, it was threatening to rain again - god, you'd probably remember this as one mediocre date.

Slowly but surely, the ferris wheel made its way around, taking the both of you from the ground to the very top, from where you could see a good chunk of the city. You stopped talking for a minute, looking out of the window deep in thought, and for that moment, Kaiser's mind filled with the deep rooted fear of disappointing you. What he'd wanted for the day was something more, something better, something to be remembered - it was supposed to be important and magical. Well, today was everything but.

Calling out your name he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, trying to at least distract you from the gray filling the sky above. And maybe, to distract himself from how disappointing this whole thing was being. Your lips touched and his hand found your gloved one, lacing your fingers together. You stayed like this for a while until the wheel finished the rest of it's turn, bringing you both back down to the ground. Getting out, you pulled Kaiser by the hand, ready to go check the rest of the stalls that you hand't seen yet. That's when disaster truly struck, the sky above dark and heavy, cut by a flash of light right before rain fell heavy from the sky. Kaiser cursed loudly from behind you, angrily damning the weather.

"Michael, love, it's ok," you tried soothing his frustration, pulling you both towards shelter.

"No, it's not," he shot back, sneering in rage, "I'm so sorry, schnecke," Kaiser sighed in a defeated tone as he took your hands in his, "this day was supposed to be perfect, but it's been just mediocre."

You couldn't help but laugh, giggling as you poked his cheek when he looked at you in suspicion. "Oh, the drama. I don't know about you, Mihya, but I've had a lot of fun. Thank you," you catch him by surprise with a tender kiss on his lips, and it's like Kaiser finally takes a breath he has been holding for a long while.

Yeah, it wasn't perfect, but you were happy, and in the end, that's what mattered. Sure, he wanted it to be picture perfect so he could pull out the ring weighing heavy on his pocket, but it could wait for when you were at home, warm and safe from the rain.

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#michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue christmas event

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idyllic-ghost · 6 months

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title: To Keep You Warm pairing: minghao x reader genre: fluff, romance warnings: mentions of food, mentions of sickness (cold) synopsis: You hadn't spent much time with Minghao yet, but you knew that this new relationship could become something that lasts. The true test presents itself when, after a wonderful date walking around in the chilly fall weather, you become sick. Minghao offers to help, without even mentioning that he might have caught a cold as well. wordcount: 3.7k taglist: @enhacolor @shuabby1994 @junhui-recs @dkakapizzaboy @just-here-to-read-01 @loviehan @userjunhuii @novalpha

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Surrounding you were walls of red and orange. Even the ground you walked on was covered in the autumnal colors. The sound of your feet walking down the laid-out path was dull, the soft ground barely making a sound as you stepped on it. The only thing you could hear was the wind soaring through the trees, and even that was muffled. You were in your own bubble while walking there, which is just what you had wanted. As soon as the leaves started changing colors, you had been craving to go out to the forest - see the beautiful seasonal change, smell the dewy grass, and be surrounded by nothing but nature. Minghao had answered your call. His hand was holding yours, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on the back of your palm, and your arms were swinging between you. Minghao’s hand was so warm and soft, that you were unsure of how you’d make yourself let go of it later. Your hand was warm… but the rest of you was freezing.

Minghao had been smart, he had looked at the weather report and wore light, but many, layers. You had looked at the sunny day, felt the air for a little bit through your window, and deduced that a thick sweater would be all you needed. You were deadly wrong. You had tried to focus on Minghao’s warm hand, but not even the butterflies in your stomach could make you forget how cold you were.

After shivering for a while, you came to a halt when Minghao suddenly stopped walking. Without a word, he let go of your hand to shrug off his jacket. You watched him with a wrinkle in your brow, trying to figure out what he was doing. He wrapped his coat around your frame, and you finally understood.

“You don’t have to…” you said but didn’t make much more of a protest against his kind act.

“Of course I do.” Minghao helped you get your arms into the sleeves of his coat. “There you go.”

He looked at you with a warm gaze and, even though the jacket helped a lot, it was enough to make you heat up again. After fixing the collar, he held out his hand for you to take again. You gladly accepted the offer, and the two of you started walking again.

“Won’t you be cold?” you asked.

“I’ll be alright, I have my scarf.” He proudly motioned to his scarf. “Besides, I was getting cold from just looking at you shivering. It’ll be much better for me like this.”

“If you say so.”

Minghao hummed and pulled you a little closer, your arms now touching from time to time as you walked

✦ .

While the walk in the forest had been idyllic, the journey back definitely wasn’t. As soon as you left the metro station, it started raining. People were lined up at the edge of the metro station, except for the lucky few who had brought umbrellas with them. Minghao squeezed your hand gently, gaining your attention.

“This isn’t stopping any time soon.” He sighed.

“Definitely not.”

“Should we run for it?”

“... sure.”

Minghao grabbed your hand even tighter, and the two of you ran through the streets. The rain was freezing cold, hitting your face like small icicles. Nevertheless, neither you nor Minghao stopped smiling and laughing because of that.

By the time you got home, you were drenched - leaving water stains all over the floor of the entrance of your apartment building. Your hand was still gripping his tightly, and you had no plans of letting go. The two of you walked in silence, still gaining back your strength from the bad weather, and made your way to the elevator. You didn’t have to tell Minghao which button to press, and the doors closed quickly thereafter. The elevator took you up the apartment complex, and as you were nearing your floor you settled in a bitter-sweet feeling.

“Do you want to dry off a bit at my place before you leave? Maybe wait until it’s stopped raining?” You looked straight at the doors of the elevator, not daring to look at the man beside you. “... I wouldn’t mind having you around for a while longer.”

“I don’t think I can.” He squeezed your hand and you could feel his eyes stare holes into your skin. “Even though I want to... I have an early day tomorrow.”

You knew that it was already starting to get dark outside, and you wished that time could move just a little bit slower.

“Next time?” You finally met his gaze, and it sent a jolt of fireworks to the pit of your stomach.

“Next time,” he promised.

The doors to the elevator opened, and Minghao walked you to the door. You still hadn’t let go of his hand, you didn’t even think to do it. After unlocking the door and opening it, you turned to him again. He was still smiling like he had before - warm and caring.

“I had a really nice time,” you said.

“So did I,” he answered.

It was quiet. You were just looking at each other. But it was okay to just stand in silence with him. He was like a safe space. Always welcoming and never judging. Much to your dismay, his grip on your hand loosened until only his fingertips held onto yours.

“I should leave,” he murmured, glancing down at your lips.

You leaned a little closer, and he took a little step forward - both of you closing the distance as much as you could without making any too hasty movements. Minghao’s hand finally let go of yours, but you were soon reconnected with his touch as he cupped your cheek. Your noses were touching, but he didn’t close the gap. Taking the last step, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. It was a short kiss, some might even say it was just a peck, but it left your entire body tingling. He wasn’t nervous or overly cautious at all, he just needed your permission. Minghao stole another kiss before stepping away. You put your hand on the door handle while he walked backward to the elevator.

“Text me when you get home,” you peeped, not knowing what else to say.

He looked amused by your flustered state but nodded and replied with an “alright” before walking into the elevator. As soon as you heard it go down, you leaped into your apartment and slammed your door shut with an outburst of giddiness. Dancing around the hallway, you suddenly come to the realization that you’re still wearing Minghao’s jacket. You take it off carefully, feeling the thick fabric beneath your fingers, and put it up on the hanger.

✦ .

You hadn’t been dating Minghao for very long, and you hadn’t been able to meet as often as you wanted to, but everything seemed to be going so well. He was the kind of guy you had been dreaming about… which is why you hadn’t been able to let yourself fall for him. You toyed with the idea of letting go of your emotional restrictions, but your past experiences wouldn’t let you. In your mind, you still had to be careful no matter how kind and loving Minghao was. Still, when you see his text show up on your home screen you can’t help that your heart skips a beat.

The next day you woke up with a stuffy nose, an explosive headache, and a dull ache in your entire body. Even turning to pick up your phone was a chore, but you had to call in sick somehow. You spent the morning in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom and get something to eat. Everything was either too hot or too cold; you couldn’t find a good balance. So, of course, you ended up napping for most of the day.

The buzzing sound of your phone on your bedside table woke you up from your slumber. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like it had been several days since you first got sick. You looked at the caller ID and your eyes widened as you saw Minghao’s name. Clearing your throat the best you can before answering, you tried to make yourself sound like you weren’t sick.

“Hello?” you asked and cringed at how rough your voice was.

“Hi… are you okay?” The background noise of the city slightly muffled Minghao’s voice.

“I’m okay!” You tried to make it sound convincing, but you weren’t very successful.

“Are you sure? You sound like you have a cold.”

“I’m just fi-” Before you could finish your sentence, your body betrayed you by sneezing. “I’m fine…”

“Sure…” he said, “Listen, I was just calling to ask if I could stop by to grab my coat but I can grab some food for you. Maybe soup?”

“Oh, you don’t have to! I can hang your coat outside my door, you can pick it up without getting close to me.” The words were pouring out of your mouth. “You shouldn’t have to get sick because of me- I know that you’re busy-”

“I’m not busy right now. Text me what you want and I’ll get something for you, I’m on my way to a grocery store.”

“Thank you.” You let out a sigh. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you right now.”

“I’m just doing what anyone would do. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

The knock on your door was expected, but still made you jump. You were standing right beside it, you hadn’t been able to sit still on the couch while waiting, but when he knocked you slowly counted to five in your head before opening it. There he was, in all his glory, dressed in sweats, a knitted cardigan, and his glasses sitting low on his nose - still managing to look put together, even when his hair had been ruffled by the wind. Minghao’s face lit up as he saw you, and he held up a plastic bag of goods. You welcomed him inside, taking the bag from him, and watched as he took off his shoes. When he stood up, his eyes were met with his coat.

“Ah, perfect,” he hummed. “I’m sorry for intruding on you like this.”

“It’s okay, you’re not in-” Your sentence was cut off by a cough forcing its way out of your throat.

Minghao’s eyes were filled with pity. He took the bag back from you and helped you over to the couch. Once you sat down, he covered you in a blanket and put his hand against your forehead. His hand was cold, and you leaned against it.

“You’re burning up.” He sighed and removed his hand from your forehead. “I’ll go prepare this soup for you, is that okay?”

“I can do it myself, Hao, I don’t want you to waste your time-”

“I think I’m spending my time very wisely,” he said, “But if you want me to leave I will, of course.”

“... I’d like you to stay.”

“Good.”

Once your heart had settled, and as you watched Minghao working in your kitchen, you noticed that he looked a little tired. Maybe he just had a rough day or didn’t sleep well last night, but you were worried for him. Just as you opened your mouth to ask him about it, he turned around to see you staring.

“Where do you keep your spoons?” he asked.

“That drawer right there.” You pointed. “The top one.”

He looked and let out a satisfied “Ah!” when he found it. You smiled and continued watching him cook, your worries slowly fading away.

✦ .

You and Minghao ate on opposite ends of the couch, a random movie playing in the background on the TV. Every so often, you’d sneak glances at him - and only get caught when he was already looking at you too. Then you’d smile at each other awkwardly and go back to watching the movie. There was comfort in sitting in each other’s presence but also a lingering tension that was impossible to deny. It had started raining again. In the quiet parts of the movie, you could hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops against your windows. The sun had gone down too, the only light now was coming from the TV. You looked down at your bowl, which only had a few scraps left, and put it away on the table. Minghao had already done so a while ago.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Minghao tore his gaze away from the screen to look at you, slightly confused. You motioned to the bowls and he brushed it off.

“It was nothing, I’m glad I could help.”

“Still. I’m happy you stopped by,” you said, “Otherwise I’d probably just eat cereal for dinner.”

He moved closer to you, slow enough for you to tell him not to, and put his arm around your shoulders. You shuffled even closer to him, despite a nagging voice in your head telling you that you shouldn’t be getting him sick, and Minghao put his head on your shoulders. When you put your head on top of his, you could feel him relax and put more of his weight against you. The movie came to an end, and the credits rolled, and suddenly the apartment was dark. Neither of you moved, you didn’t dare to. Your fingers crept towards his, and he met you halfway. Trying to navigate in the dark, you fumbled around with your hands before eventually intertwining them. Minghao squeezed your hand, and you squeezed his hand back. You could feel him smiling against your shoulder. But then he started shuffling around, trying to get up.

“Don’t go,” you whined. “You’re so warm…”

“If I stay here, I’ll never get up,” he said, “And I have to do the dishes.”

His head left your shoulder, but you refused to let go of his hand. Minghao turned to you, still smiling. You could barely see the outline of his features in the dark, even when you focused as hard as you could. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you let out a soft sigh at the warmth coming back to you.

“I’ll do the dishes,” you hummed. “Tomorrow.”

“You won’t be sick tomorrow?” he asked.

“No, you’ve cured me.”

Minghao let out a short laugh and moved to place a kiss on your forehead. You hesitantly let go of his hand and watched as he walked away to the kitchen. He turned on the light, creating a warm spotlight right above him. With the light surrounding him in this way, you thought he looked like an angel. And maybe he was. An angel sent just for you, to care for you and keep you warm.

You watched his back as he did the dishes. The way his shoulders moved, how he went from resting on one hip to the other, and how his hands, somehow, elegantly put the dishes on the rack. With the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, you made your way over to the kitchen. Your arms wrapped around his midsection, and you put your head against his back. Listening to his breathing, you could tell that there was something wrong.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” he joked with a flirty tone.

“No- I mean, are you sick? Your breathing…”

You were cut off by Minghao trying, but failing, to hide his cough. The pieces were falling together; his tired eyes, how warm he was, and now the cough.

“Oh no, I’m sorry- did I get you sick?” You let go of him and tried to get a look at his face by standing beside him.

“I was sick before I came here,” he explained but you weren’t listening.

“You shouldn’t be doing the dishes, let me take over, please. Here, you can have the blanket- why don’t you go sit down?” You tried to take off the blanket, but Minghao grabbed your wrists.

His hands were still wet, so he quickly let go of you. But he had managed to stop your racing thoughts. You pulled the blanket tighter around you again.

“Leave the dishes in the sink, please. I’ll take care of it later,” you murmured.

Minghao sniffled and put the leftover dishes away before drying off his hands. You smiled at him, silently thanking him for listening. Then, you grabbed his hand and brought him back to the couch, and gave him another blanket.

“I’ll go change my bedsheets, you can sleep there tonight. I’ll take the couch.” You went to leave, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

Instead, Minghao pulled you back down to sit on the couch with him. He looked shy, for once, and wouldn’t hold your gaze for very long.

“If you don’t find it uncomfortable… Could you sleep in the bed with me?” he asked.

He was playing with your fingers, looking down at what he was doing. You smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Sure.”

After changing the bedsheets, you told Minghao to come join you in the bedroom. You didn’t have many clothes that he could borrow, but you found him a shirt that he could wear to sleep. It was dark again. The two of you were lying under the sheets, with at least another person’s worth of space between you. You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling, and you could only assume that Minghao was in the same position.

“I was tired all day, but now I can’t sleep,” you whispered.

“Me neither,” Minghao whispered back.

You shuffled around, trying to find a better position but you ended up giving up rather quickly. You could hear Minghao turning to lie on his side.

“Could I…” he mumbled, “Could I hold you?”

You nodded, but realized that he probably couldn’t see you, and whispered out “Okay”. Minghao shuffled towards you, and you met him halfway. It seemed to be a theme between the two of you - things were never out of balance. When his arms met your waist, and he pulled you to lay against his chest, you felt your muscles slacken and your mind went blank. Your arms wrapped around his midsection, and you tried to pull him even closer. Minghao let go of one of his arms from you, for just a second, to pull the covers up around both of you. Now that everything felt right, the two of you lay in silence. Neither of you could fall asleep still.

“Thanks for coming over today,” you whispered.

“I wanted to see you again…” he said and added, “The coat was just an excuse.”

“Good. I wanted to see you too.”

You lay in silence again. Minghao started drawing small patterns on your back with his fingers, and you nuzzled your face closer to his chest. He smelled faintly of roses, or something else floral, and of your detergent - but you knew that was just from your shirt. He smelled like comfort. And his body was so warm, which you now knew was partly because he was sick, and it was finally the perfect temperature for you. Minghao let out a soft sigh, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“I have a hard time sleeping when I’m sick,” he murmured, “But when we were on the couch before - when I was leaning my head on your shoulder - I almost fell asleep immediately.”

You hummed in response, already feeling drowsy.

“Are you asleep?” he asked, and you shook your head. “If this is what it’s like being sick with you, then I don’t think I mind it one bit.”

“Will you stay tomorrow?” you whispered.

“Of course.”

✦ .

You didn’t know when you had ended up passing out. Something about Minghao’s presence, and his running hands on your back, put you in a trance. When you woke up, you were still in the same position. The sheets were a little bit more wrinkled, and your hands might have been in different positions but you couldn’t tell. Minghao was still asleep, and his grip was loose around you. You managed to get up easily, but immediately regretted it. Your apartment was freezing, one of the downsides of fall. Tip-toeing over to the closest piece of clothing that you could wrap around your bare arms, you picked it up and immediately recognized it as Minghao’s cardigan. You looked over at the still sleeping man in your bed, and decided to steal it from him - just for a little while.

While you were still sick, you were feeling better than the day before. So, you decided to make breakfast as a thank you to Minghao for making dinner last night. It wasn’t fancy, but it was the thought that counted. When you brought it into the bedroom, balancing it carefully on a tray, you found Minghao already awake. He smiled as soon as he saw you, but had to turn away to cough as you put down the tray on your bedside table.

“Good morning,” you said.

“Good morning,” he answered in between coughs.

You gave him a glass of water, which he gladly accepted. While he was drinking, you put your hand on his forehead. You had about the same temperature, but you knew that you had a fever as well. Minghao groaned when you pulled your hand away, immediately trying to get closer to you again. You took the half-empty glass from his hand and put it on the tray. He had his head on your chest, breathing softly against your skin. Forgetting the breakfast, you made yourself comfortable in bed and tried to make him more comfortable. Minghao started fidgeting with the cardigan you were wearing.

“Is this mine?”

“... yes.”

He smiled and pressed a skin on your clavicle, silently accepting you stealing his clothes.

“You can wear it,” he said, “As long as you let me stay like this.”

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5cookiekitty-nsfw · 7 months

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*『Sweet as sugar』

Yandere Alpha Buddha × Omega F.reader 『Nsfw』

Summary: Or the one where you knew he would find you again , he wasn't the type to let somthing of his go. You just wished you were more prepared. Maybe then you wouldn't fall back into his arms so easily

Tw: fated mate/soulmate au , Yandere behavior , Possessive Behavior , alpha/omega dynamic , reader gets pregnant at the end but only for like 200 words , Nsfw:Alpha/omega dynamic , oral(F receiving) , vaginal fingering , knotting->creampie , praise kink , nicknames , biting , Dub-con-first smut please go easy on me.

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

It was a warm sunny day when you met him. So tall and imposing as he was intimidating , you knew he was dangerous the first time you laid eyes on him. Yet his very being brought nothing but a sense of tranquility and safety your body still craved to this very day.

His scent of green tea , petrichor , and honey was not as strong as any alphas you've ever met-not as dominant and overpowering as it was in most. It didn't need to be. He was dangerous all on his own and didn't need his scent to bring that across.

The feeling of joy and happiness that busted from your chest when you realized that this powerful deity was just as much of yours as you were his.

You didn't realize at the time how much he took that seriously.

Even now , sitting in a small ,old ,run down building ,you knew you couldn't truly hate him. His kind words and eyes full of love as he held you gently was a memory that your brain refused to forget. That you refused to forget.

You were lucky to escape before he was able to place a mating mark against your scent glands forever bounding you to him.

You laid your head against the cool window brought on by the heavy rain outside. You hate rain now. The scent it brought after always left that ache in your heart that almost made the omega in you cry out.

"My beautiful lotus."

You shook your head and let his sweet voice fade from your head ,lest you find yourself crying your heart out in the pitiful nest you made.

It's been almost a year since you ran away from that embrace. It's getting easier to cope , easier to breathe , and easier to live without the feeling of him by your side. Some days are easier than others but you're slowly getting there.

But right now you had more important things to worry about.

With the one year anniversary of your runaway approaching , you know your heat is not too far behind. You can't even begin to try to imagine what that's going to be like now that you've met him. Probably the worst one you've been through to-date.

But you were , if not anything else , too stubborn for your own good and you would rather throw yourself off into the deep end than to go anywhere back near him.

You knew you wouldn't be able to make yourself go if you saw him again.

A sudden strike of lighting brought you back to the real world and your eyes flickered across the window before you slumped off the windowsill and towards the bed. You let yourself drop onto the uncombable mattress with a sigh.

You pulled the old , thin blanket over your body as you curled up. The feeling of phantom hands were quickly shaken off as you let your head be cleared. With thoughts about your terrible heat approaching and the way you knew you would have to be moving again to avoid getting caught , you want to sleep with worry in your mind and a thousand thoughts running through your head. It was amazing how he managed to occupy almost all of them.

The feel of a breeze gently swaying your hair brought a smile to your face as you sat below a tree. Arms tightened around your waist and you pushed yourself deeper into his embrace. You felt him bury his head into your neck where your scent glands were located and you tilted your head to allow him better access. He hummed in apparition of your gesture and showed it by placing a small kiss on the outline of your glands making a shudder run through your body.

You loved having his time like this. Just the two of you basking in each other's presence with nothing but love in your hearts. It was the only time he allowed himself to truly relax with you in his arms. No one around but just the two of you.

“What's got you so happy?” His voice managed to let your attention fall on the feeling of your lips stretching up into a smile. He placed his chin on your head as he pulled your back flushed against him and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Me i hope.” you didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling , the way his fingers playfully danced along your side was enough evidence of the fact that he was. You scoffed lightly and he barked out a laugh at the sound. “I'm guessing I got it wrong.”

“No you got it right.” you said as you rolled your eyes. “But to guess yourself first is a level of confidence and self assurance that only you would have.”

“Only because you're involved” his words never failed to make butterflies go off in your stomach. Even after months of knowing each other he still manages to find new ways to make your heart flutter.

You felt those butterflies increase when his hands came to the cup of your cheek and pulled your face back to see his. He smiled , one of his rare genuine ones , as his brush brushed the corner of your lip. “My lotus.” he placed his forehead against yours. “I wish for his moment to last forever.”

“But then we wouldn't share any more moments.”

“No i supposed we wouldn't.” he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eye. “But I might as well make this one more special than the rest.”

His lips met yours in the first kiss you two shared.

It was under that tree that you both shared the first kiss and it was under that tree when you made the decision to run away from him.

Even to this day you still remember the feeling of his lips against yours and the tears that spilled from your eyes as you left the home you had built by his side.

•~•○•~•

Something was wrong.

You just didn't know what…

Whatever it was , it was setting off your omega brain in a way that felt oddly familiar. The feeling poked in the back of your mind for hours as you walked the little town you found yourself in.

It was warm and the feeling of wind on your skin felt good as you walked around the town you found yourself in. You managed to pick out some ripe fruit and a little bit of rice , stuffing your goods into the sad little brown sack you called a bag before you started to make your way back to the motel you were staying in.

Waving to the desk clerk as you walked by , you made your way up the stairs and towards the very end of the hallway where your room was. You threw the sandals you had on onto the floor before an odor caught your nose. You sniffed at yourself and wrinkled your nose when you did so.

‘I need a shower badly’ you thought as you started to make your way to the bathroom. You took off the black halter neck wrap dress you had on before turning the shower on and stepping in. “damn this feels good.” and it did. rarely did you get warm showers , instead more often than not you took a bath in the river due to staying in abandoned houses more often than not.

Humming to yourself you lathered up your body before letting the shower rinse you off. You stayed there a good few more minutes before your fingers started to wrinkle and you stepped out. You grabbed at a towel and wrapped it around your body before stepping closer to the bathroom door and-

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

The feeling of calmness and safety washed over you did little to quell the burning panic and horror that was creeping up your body. You stood there , paralyzed and rigid as a million thoughts ran through your head. You had no idea what to do.

He wasn't the type to just let his scent run wild like this ,he had better control than that. No , if you could smell him all the way into the bathroom it was because he wanted you to. Wanted you to know he was here.

You swallowed as your erratic eyes set their vision on the window above the bathroom door. It was maybe dangerous and you may sprain something but at least you'll have a headstart in ru-

‘Don't run , Don't Run , DON'T RUN FROM ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA’ you choke on your spit when your instincts immediately object to the idea. It was burning and you were forced to turn your head away lest you forcibly drop in the middle of the bathroom with the person who you have been trying to avoid for a whole year right outside the door.

Damn it. You can't run , your stupid instincts won't let up after coming into contact with his scent after so long , and you sure as hell can't fight him. Nothing

There was nothing that you could do to get out of this situation.

You knew this day would come , that he would eventually drag you back into his embrace. You just wished you also knew what to do when that day came. Your arms felt heavy from where they hung at your side and your shoulders hunched over in defeat.

You slowly walked over to the black dress you had on and slipped that and your undergarments on before facing the door. You straightened , squaring your shoulders and evening out your face as you walked over and twisted the door knob open. His scent hits you like a train but as you walk to where your beds were located and stop right under the arch that separated the room.

He still looked as beautiful as you remember him to be.

He sat on the bed , one leg crossed over the other and his face leaning into his hands with a sucker in his mouth , looking like the beautiful god he was. He stared at you and you stared right back. It was silent as you both observed each other before a little smile appeared on his face.

“My beautiful lotus.” he cooed and you shivered a little at hearing his voice.

“Buddha.” was all you said , tone even and he frowned a little.

“Really? Is that all I get after you disappear for a year without telling anybody.” he didn't sound mad , Just annoyed , as if you disappearing for a year was more of an annoyance and hindrance if anything. To him it probably was , what's one year compared to the thousands he lived. Still-the tone did make you flinch a little despite your best efforts not to. If he saw it he didn't say anything about it , only moving a finger in the ‘come here’ motion. You didn't and when he waited for a few more seconds he spoke. “y/n.” ok so maybe he’s feeling more than just a bit annoyed.

Having him use your name instead of his enduring nicknames splurged you to move towards him at a reasonable pace. Buddha watched you , intently , as you made your way over to him before stopping at the food of the bed where he sat. he reached his hand out and pulled you into his lap , cradling you to his chest as one would do a baby with your legs dangling off the sides of his.

“There we go.” you didn't say anything about the slightly relieved tone you heard. “Did you have fun on your little adventure.” he took to rubbing your body , where his hands held you , with his thumb. “I sure do hope so.” and suddenly his scent spiked and with your head being right next to his neck it sent you into a daze that left you a gooey , puddling mess in his hold as you went. “Cause it's going to be the last time I'll let you leave that again , pretty little omega.” He then began to pull something out from god knows where and when your eyes caught sight of it you began to fight the haze that had covered your mind to squirm.

“B-buddha pleeease don't.” your words slurred as you tried to plead with him to not put on the omega collar. God knows that as soon as that thing injects his pheromones into your system you'll become an even more puddle of instincts eager to please the alpha in front of you. “I-i d-don't want it.” he just cooed down at your form as he held the cursed thing up in the light.

“It's ok little lotus , It will just make you a bit more receptive to my demands. I'll take it off as soon as we get home and you'll go right back to your normal self but right now I can't have you fighting me.” the damn collar was pretty too-even if you didn't want to admit it. It was fluffy and the color of his eyes with a golden tag in the shape of a lotus hanging from a loop with the word ‘buddha’ was neatly inscribed on it.

You hated how the omega part of your brain preened and begged for him to put it on , to show all of the valhalla who you belonged to. Your rational part of your brain silenced the omega part and made you squirm harder as you ranked your nails on his arms holding you. “What the-Hey! Stop that you -Don't try to bite me!” you did in fact not stop and continued to fight him as he struggled to hold your flailing form. “No , No , NO! Don't you dare buddha! Let me go and leave me alone-”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” the alpha voice immediately made you stiffen as your limbs locked in place. For him to yell-his annoyance must be flying through the roof right now. “Now , you're going to sit still and let me put the collar on you like a good little omega.” you hated how patronizing he sounded. You hated how your body was forced to listen to his command even more. He seemed to fiddle with the damn collar before it opened , ready to be put around your neck and seal your fate.

“Y-you. What do you plan on doing.” that seemed to stop him as he blinked down at you wide eyed before a wistful smile crossed his lips. “I love you so much. Do you not know how close you were to breaking me after you left. Putting me through this goose chase after you just to have you in my arms again. And while I do respect your wishes and boundaries you obviously cannot be trusted with your own self considering how you still kept away despite it hurting you. Hurting us.” you wondered how long he had known where you were at to even know that info. You hoped he didn't see the nights of you crying in bed because of how much your heart ached to have him back with you. “So I'm doing what's best for the both of us.”

“If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to stay away.” your eyes widened as you tried to protest his words.”wait , buddha no-” Key word being tired cause he once more interrupted you “Buddha , yes. I won't let you deny yourself happiness cause of-god knows why you ran away.” he then started to move the collar towards your neck. “I'll figure that out after we've made it home.” tears left your eyes as the fur touched your neck.

He wipes them away with a free hand before kissing you on the forehead. “It's ok little lotus. Your alpha is going to take real good care of you.” and then that damn collar was clamping on your neck and all you knew was a haze.

your once cotton brain was filled with thoughts you were able to comprehend , slowly , over the course of half an hour. It was only after that time did you realize what your brain was trying to tell you.

Why were your eyes covered?

Your hands flew to your head to tug off the silk that covered your eyes but to avail. It was as if the damn thing had a lock on it that you couldn't feel with how hard it was to even tug the edge of it off your face. One of your ankles was also bound to , what you could assume , was a bedpost by the same indestructible silky material.

You laid there , tossing and turning in your spot as you let the thoughts eat away at your brain. Damn buddha-

Oh…that's right.

Buddha took you once more. You hate yourself for getting too comfortable with your freedom and now you're paying the price for it. You wished you could say you hated being in his arms again. What did he plan on doing to-

“My beautiful lotus.” there was a hand gently moving along your ankle all the way up your calf and you jumped a little. You had been so lost in thought that you didnt hear him enter-that if he left at all. “Did I scare you little one?” he chuckled to himself as that hand continued to crease its way up your body all the way to your face.

You felt the bed dip as the hand cupped the other side of your cheek to move your face towards what you assumed was his. Your suspicions were proven to be correct when you felt hair crease your forearm and a breath fan your face. “Right back where you belong.” he continued to run his hands along the sides of your body.

It was only when you began to shudder and squirm that he pulled away only to bury himself into your neck as he pulled you up , how he did that with chain , you had no idea and finding out didn't seem so important-not when he was pulled you into his lap and forcing your nose to bury itself into his scent glands.

He then begins to pet your hair as he whispers in your ear “I missed you so much you know. It was agony for me to not be able to hold you in my arms everyday that you were gone.” there were fingers tilting your head up and you could feel his lips centimeters away from yours. “Won't you grant me this one thing , my love.” and then his lips were on yours.

It's been so long since you felt him in this way and you hated the way your body seemed to relax in place as he pulled you closer to his body-you hated even more how your body seemed to slot perfectly against his. Like a final puzzle piece being put into place. The kiss was getting even a little too steamy for you as his tongue found its way into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. He pulled away to let you breathe only to dive right back in once you got that gulp of air.

Finally , after only he knows how long . did he pull fully away and you felt a string of saliva on your chin. “If only you could see yourself.” the husk in his voice made you shiver and he nipped at your ear with those tusks of his. “So sweet for me aren't you .” and then you felt him tug on the cloth covering your eyes and an orange glow entered your eyes.

His room was still the same as you remembered it.

It was covered in an orange glow and the center of it all was the man whose lap you currently sat on. His hair down and sprawled out behind him , he wore nothing but an open robe and some pajama pants. You took a quick look at your outfit and noticed he had changed you into a fur trimmed , spaghetti strap , baby blue , satin nightgown.

You could only imagine how you looked. Flushed cheeks , mouth open a little with salvia , and dazed eyes accompanied by your nightgown strap slipping off of you. It's proof of his control that he hasn't pounced on you yet and even then you could feel that sleeping through his hands.

“Do you have any idea on what you do to me , the effect you caused on my life since you came into it? You think its ok for you to just fuck off for a year without telling me where you are.” One of his hands came to cup the back of your neck and pulled you towards him until the both of yall were chest to chest. You had to crane your neck up to even look at him because of the way he loomed over you. “Were you even thinking of the damage you might have caused because of your little adventure?”

The growl in his voice made you shiver and he cooed mockingly down at you from the feeling. “My poor omega. Were you scared without me there with you? Did your heart pang as much as mine did when I wasn't there? I bet it did.” the hand on your neck trailed slowly down your back causing you to arch to get away from the fiery feeling of his hands.

Why did everything seem so-so-God damn it! you can't put a name to it but whatever it was it was making being this close to him all more intoxicating. That's when your eyes noticed some incense around the room and-Oh my god. “Buddha -buddha no. please dont-” he shh your pleads and peppered your face in kisses as you shook there.

He had put up heat inducing incense around the room and in your panic you didn't see or smell them until it was too late. Now you knew what that feeling was in the pit of your stomach that seemed to get worse now that you knew about it.

It was your body calling for its alpha to take care of it.

“I love you so much and it broke my heart to have you away from the safety of my arms like that. But i can assure you it won't be happening again.” he nipped at your ear and a small whimper escaped your mouth. “If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to leave.”

“Buddha wait please , let me-”

“There's only one thing I'm letting you do tonight.” he interrupted you and suddenly you were flipped onto your back with him between your legs. He was pushing up your dress with one hand while holding down your squirming hips with the other. “Now take it like the good girl you are.”

The feeling of his fingers teasing your slit through your panties made you shudder. “Look at you. So wet for me.” he pinched your lips , making your clit puff out from in between and leaving a nice wet patch on your panties. “I do wonder what the source looks like.” your pussy was exposed when he tore off your last defense from his hungry eyes.

He teased your slit once more before spreading you , exposing your hole out as he whistled. “So pretty for me baby.” he blew and watched as the hole twitched as a whine escaped your mouth. He circled around the hole as his other hand teased your clit until you were a whining , squirmy mess beneath him. Buddha watched the way your face turned red and your expression haze as you became more lost in your heat-induced mind. “There we go omega , so good for me.” he encouraged as he cooed over you. He was going to have you cock drunk by the end of this he was sure of.

He lets one of his fingers collect your wetness before slowly sinking it into your core. the sound that tore through your throat was nothing but whorish. You were going to be an embarrassed mess the next morning but right now all you cared about was the way buddha's finger slipped into your walls. He seemed to still one he got knuckles deep before pulling back and slipping right back in with a slow pace.

He worked you up on just one finger alone before your voice was begging for more in which he slipped a second finger in. this time he sped up the pace as he curled his fingers. That little action seemed to have hit a nerve in your body that caused pleasure to spread all the way down to your bones as you jerked your hips to catch his hand.

He pushed your hip down but continued to fuck you on his fingers. “So beautiful , so perfect for me like this.” The wet sound of his hand meeting your ass cheeks every time he came into contact with them made you shudder as he continued to hit that sweet spot in your core. “Taking my fingers so well my little lotus. Can you handle a bit more?” and then he was leaning forward as his tongue caught your clit suddenly.

You screamed from pleasure as he swirled and sucked on your clit all the while you lost yourself on his fingers-when did he add in three-that were plugging in and out of you. It was becoming too much and you felt your hands scramble for purchase to ground yourself. You found them tangled in his hair and the groan he let out only made you moan more as the vibration traveled straight to your core.

“Buddha , buddha , love , please i cant-cant-” you were a babbling moaning mess as he ruined you completely. His fingers were curled now , catching your g-spot everything the went in and out , and his tongue was practically makingout with your puffy clit. He seemed to give your clit a break as he pulled up. “Yes you can. You can take it little lotus. I'll. make. Sure. of it.” Each word was met with a kiss to your clit before he dove right back into his mistreatment.

Something was building up in the pit of your stomach and you felt yourself getting tighter and tighter the longer he continued. “Buddha , buddha-please i'm about to-” he growled as he got up just enough for him to speak. “Then by all means , cum for me omega.”

And who were you to deny your alphas order.

With a couple more thrust and a swirl of your clit he had you seeing whiteness as you sprayed yourself all over his hand and chin. His thrust was a little weaker as he coaxed out your orgasm for as long as physically possible. He only let up once he heard your little whine as he sat up to lock eyes with you. He made a show of licking your essence from his mouth and fingers as you looked away embarrassed.

Your heat was in full swing now and right now all it cared about was getting his cock and knot inside you.

You heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off and you felt him spread your legs wide apart before settling in between them. “Tonight we join as one. When this is all over you will be mine as I am yours.” you felt the head tease at your entrance as it gathered up some of your slick. And then he was slowly dragging himself in and-Oh my god.

You've never felt so full and so right as he bottomed out and a moan left your mouth at the feeling. He seems to be frozen in place , taking the time to feel how your pulse and flutter around him as a groan leaves his mouth. You felt just as perfect as he imagined you to be.

And then he started moving and your hands went fumbling once more before he hooked your legs over his shoulders to grab at your wrist and pin them above your head. “Calm down little lotus. If you break, I'll be sure to put you back together again.” with that he was thrusting into you hard and fast. It knocked your breath out and soon enough you were a moaning withering mess once more. The feel of him dragging himself in and out of your walls left sparks sizing your nerves in the best way possible.

Buddha looked down at you as he continued to roll his hips. Face flushed in red and moans leaving your lips like prayer , it was a beautiful sight that egged him on more. He leaned up , still having your legs thrown over his shoulders , and left a kiss on its febrile skin. “You look so beautiful, split open on me like this.” a strangled keen left your mouth at the praise and he chuckled into the skin of leg. “You feel so good wrapped around me yeah? Do you want more , do you want more of your alpha?”

You couldnt think clearly , not when his hips were rolling into yours and not when he took your legs off his shoulders to press them firmly back against your chest. That seemed to allow him to deeper and a garble escaped your mouth as he drilled himself deeper into you. “Buddha! Buddha! Buddha!” you chanted his name like it was the only thing you could remember. He lets out a please him as he reaches down between your legs to roll your pearly bud between his fingers , leaving one hand to hold up your legs.

That got you screaming out in pleasure as he continued to play with your body to his own pace. “Buddha ! buddha!” a single word left your mouth that caused the temperature in the room to skyrocket. “Alpha~” that seemed to get him going as a growl left his lips and suddenly he was really fucking your brains out.

“Thats right , its your alpha taking care of you and its your alpha thats fucking you.” that familiar feeling was creeping back up your body and buddha hissed when he felt you tighten. “You're not ever leaving my side again. I won't allow it.” h was swirling and pinching at your clit and you felt yourself shake in pleasure at the mistreatment. “Now do as our alpha says and cum.”And with that your legs are shaking as your second orgasm hits you for that night as your nerves light themselves on fire.

Yet despite this something was still missing and you felt yourself sob out for whatever it was. “Was you not cumming enough?” buddha teased as he fucked you through your orgasm with no sign of him stopping anytime soon. “What does my omega want huh? A kiss? Another orgasm?” his hair was sprawled out everywhere around y'all as those blue eyes of his seem to glow in the dimly lit room. “My knot?”

That was it , that was what you wanted-no needed. You nodded your head “yeah , yeah.” he chuckled as his legs felt limp and twisted yall body’s so you were seated on his lap as he continued to jack hammer into you. He moved your hair from one side on your neck as he nibbled on the sensitive area that was your scent glands. You jerked and whittered from the new position as the base of his shaft started to expand. “So pretty for me , like on the most beautiful goddess laid out before me.”

“But do you know what would make you prettier?” he said as he scraped his teeth along your scent glands causing you to shudder. “Having my mating mark on your neck.” and then everything happened all at once. His knot grew and he slammed it into you and his hot spurts of cum shot inside you leaving you thruly fucked out of your mind and unable to form a sentnse or word. And then he was biting into your neck and you felt the bond forming between the two of you as he let go of your neck to lick at the blood dribbling out.

You feel your own fangs come out and Buddha pushes you towards his own scent glands with a gentle petting hand. “Go on omega , mark me as your.” and mark him you did , biting down on the gland caused another spit of his cum to shoot out from where he was locked in with you causing your wall to flutter around him.

He lets his face fall into your neck where he kisses the newly mated mark on your neck with a pleased hum. “Mine.”

•~•○•~•

The wind was blowing through your hair as you stood in the garden of buddhas palaces. You let yourself wander around the area until a familiar scent reached your nose. You didn't move to greet him , only stood there watching as a butterfly went from one flower to the other.

He reached and when he did he placed a kiss against the scared over mating mark on your neck causing you to shudder. “Little lotus.” He greeted you with a warmth that left it hard to stay in any short of a bad mood around him no matter how hard you tried. “Buddha.” you greeted back and you could imagine the smile he sent your way. He never did figure out why you ran away that day and you weren't ready for him to find out. Least he make good on that promise you unfortunately overheard.

You felt him cup your belly , now round and filled with his child , as he lets you lean into his embrace. “Come along now little lotus , I've got something to show you.” you let him lead you into the house with the sun rising behind the two of you.

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kana-de · 9 months

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I like you work sm that I decided to req :>>

What about a modern!au or not(up to you) of Wanderer or Scaramouche having a SO that keeps wearing long slevees even in humid weather?

Only for him to accidentally walk in on SO changing and seeing a big tattoo on their back and some designs on their arms too? Bonus if they're still nee in the relationship!!

Dazz all have a good dayyy🤸🤸

summary: scaramouche x fem!reader. scaramouche wants to know why you always hide behind all those long-sleeved clothes, and he finds out. unintentionally.

cw: sfw. developing/new relationship. fluff. a bit of hurt/comfort in the end. mention of self harm, weight insecurity (only once). 1088 words.

a hoodie, another hoodie, a sweater, a black shirt, a hoodie again...

that's what your wardrobe looked like. scaramouche's eyes and hands scanned all of it, and, for about the two weeks you guys were dating, he hadn't seen you in anything other than long-sleeved clothes. it was about june, the weather was getting up to 22-23°C and you still haven't wore a single t-shirt.

he thought he was going crazy with the theories.

barely a few days ago, he invited you to an onsen - to celebrate your birthday, but you had to decline the offer - you really didn't want to disappoint him, but you had to say "no" - the thing is, people with tattoos are not allowed in onsens, but he didn't know you had any. you felt bad, but you lied to him about having an intolerance to sudden changes in temperature - literally the first thing that came to your mind. you ended up celebrating your birthday in a fancy restaurant - scaramouche's treat.

scara knew that your relationship with him were only starting, and he didn't have the right to pry on tou to answer all of his personal questions he has for you - he could ask about if you've done any self harm to cover your arms now, or if you're insecure about your weight... but he was waiting for you to elaborate it yourself.

until he found out himself, absolutely randomly.

on one of the many sunny days he invited you on a picnic date - you just couldn't say no. picking out a hoodie of a light color, you didn't even bother to check the weather forecast. you and scaramouche have already made so mane plans for today, it's not even possible that they'll get ruined!

the date was going completely wonderful. you and scaramouche were laughing, eating some pizza he bought, taking photos on your old polaroid camera for further printing and hanging them on the walls of your rooms - memories are memories.

and then... a pouring rain started. a very heavy rain, so to say, so your clothes quickly got drenched wet.

"c'mon, lets go to my apartment. i'll give you my clothes to change into, and we'll watch something to pass the time." scaramouche said, and stood up from the blanket you brought. he held out his hand for you to grab it and both of you to quickly run towards his apartment. "we have to be quick though. your clothes are already literally sticking to your body, i have no doubts you'll get sick after this."

"my, why so generous? and worried? ohh, are you worried about me, scara?" you taunted with a never once faltering smile, as you took his surprisingly warm hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. "the always-so-grumpy kunikuzushi finally getting sweete- ow! wait!"

upon hearing your taunts, he could only hide the slight redness on his face by turning around and rushed forward. you almost stumbled and fell to the ground as he pulled your hand and started to run through the rain.

"shut up and run, dumbass! i'm already cold!" scaramouche shouts, but slightly slows down for you to keep up with him; he hears you laugh, tho. he, in fact, is getting sweeter. and he doesn't know if he hates it.

soon enough, you arrive at his humble abode - just a minimalistic flat, nothing too special or eye-catching; but, you swear you've seen an electric guitar in his bedroom - yet, scara quickly shoved you into the bathroom with the words "stop getting distracted and get dressed and cleaned, i don't want you sick, that's why you're here".

but of course he had to forget to give tou clothes in the first place - that's why he took a hoodie and some loose jeans from his wardrobe and rushed to the bathroom that had you in; he also forgot to knock, and opened the door, yet...

instead of seeing you naked, like in some cliché films, scaramouche finally saw what he wanted to see for quite a long time already. he saw the answers to all his questions about your clothes.

your back was tattoed with a big drawing of a dragon, some sakura designs on your forearms, a few butterflies, music notes and stars on the other parts of your arms, back and on your shoulder blades.

to say he was shocked is an understatement. but he was confused more than he was shocked.

scara just... froze in the doorway, clothes falling out of his grasp. he stared at your frozen in place too back, as if he revealed your darkest secret.

"s-scara, i told you to knock!" you stutter, feeling embarrassed not because he's seeing you in a bra, but because he's seeing your secret. your tattoos that you tried so well to keep hidden.

it almost pains you to understand that it all is now revealed. but maybe, just maybe, it brings you some kind of ease, knowing that you won't have to hide them now.

"so that's why you do not wear open clothes..." scaramouche mutters. he still doesn't understand. "i still don't understand."

you sigh.

"it's complicated." you finally say, taking a look at your tattooed arm.

scaramouche raises his eyebrows. "but i like them. i really do. they look very good on you. what's so complicated?"

it's time for you to raise your eyebrows. you thought he'd just brush your tattoos off, because he hates them or doesn't like them, or he'd even break up with you, because most of your colleagues told you that it doesn't suit a woman to have big tatoos...

"i thought you wouldn't like them.." you say, averting your eyes. you look in the mirror instead, at your reflection in it.

"well, i most certainly do." scaramouche said absolutely seriously now. "i mean, there's no need for you to cover them and torment yourself with wearing hoodies in summer. you can show them off, they look cool." scaramouche nods a few times, getting closer to you, picking up the fallen previously clothes and putting them somewhere on the sink.

he then hugs you. tightly. a warm embrace of understanding and acceptance. you can only sigh once more, nuzzling into his neck. his hands trace circles on your arms and backt too, as if unintentionally touching your tattoos.

"you really like them?" you ask whisperlike, sending shivers down his spine because of how your warm breath feels on his neck.

"i do. how could i not?" scara replies, kissing your forehead. "silly."

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x you #wanderer x you #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche modern au

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yukidragon · 2 months

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Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU

Okay, so, two particular pieces of beautifully drawn fan art have collided together in my head to create a light and fluffy self-indulgent image that I just had to share with you all.

@okamiliqueur's heartbreaking picture of Jack's lonely and forgotten box from the new demo made me think of cats abandoned in boxes, "free to a good home." Only in the case of the game's story, he was left out in the rain to rot, the owner having given up giving him a good home.

@jazzylovetodraw's picture of Jack as a cat has been buzzing in my mind for quite a while. I just love how precious he looks in both forms, and when I was thinking of Jack being like those abandoned kittens in cardboard boxes... well, the combination was obvious.

I know that Jack's fursona is a snake, and I know being a cat is Shaun's thing, but I'm a sucker for kitties. I'm as biased towards cats as I am for dragons, if my avatar and username didn't offer enough of a hint. ;3 I'd love to see all the characters as kitties honestly.

Tempting though it may be to go with Fruits Basket rules for kitty Jack, like I toyed with over on twitter, I think I'm going to play with a different and simpler set of rules. In this universe, Jack is stuck as a cat until his sunshine's love allows him to become human again.

Admittedly, it's kind of hard to imagine Jack being alone for very long when he looks so adorable. Who wouldn't fall in love with that precious kitty face instantly? Most everyone would be putty in his paws.

Content Warning: I wind up touching on a couple explicit headcanon details near the end. I mean, I did say this is a pretty self-indulgent image with my OTP.

Maybe Jack was stuck as a cat via a curse ala Hocus Pocus and is guarding the box/tape/etc. Maybe he was stuck as a cat instead of in the tape and no one could see him until MC came along. Maybe he's got a tragic backstory like the cat from Fruits Basket.

Since this AU is more about the vibes, I'm just going to leave the how and why parts of the lore up in the air. All that matters is that Jack is stuck as a cat and left out in the rain in a cardboard box until MC decides to take him home.

I'm just going to switch over to Alice and what she would do in this scenario. Poor lonely Alice is out on the town, when she comes across the box out in the rain and sees an equally lonely kitten. Poor little thing, all wet and sad... She just has to take him home with her.

Alice cleans Jack up, gets him wrapped up all nice and warm in a blanket, and even gives him some chicken she bought for her own dinner that night. She'll have to get cat food and other things for her new furry companion tomorrow, though she should probably look for his owner and take him to a vet.

At first, Jack isn't sure what to do about the situation, though he is grateful. No one has even acknowledged his existence until Alice came along. She's so soft and warm. He loves it when she holds him. She's so kind too.

Alice does find it surprising Jack doesn't put up a fuss when being given a bath. Jack didn't exactly like the feeling of being all grimy, and don't get him started on fleas and other gross things cats have to deal with on the streets!

The vet isn't as fun, though Jack is well behaved, though very clingy to Alice throughout the appointment. He can't help but fear that she'll abandon him too. He'll keep up the helpless and adorably needy kitty act if it means she'll stay with him.

There's no ID chip, no tag, and no missing notice for any cat that looks like Jack. It's clear that the poor guy is a stray.

Alice is hesitant initially. She's wanted to get a pet cat for a long time now, but she has barely been able to take care of herself. How can she handle taking care of an innocent life that needs her when she's struggling so much with her own life?

That hesitation doesn't last long. Jack loves on Alice so much, constantly purring and snuggling up to her. He curls up with her when she sleeps or relaxes. He was hesitant at first, and she assumed that was because he was wary of her, when in reality, he just didn't want to cross any of her boundaries. He didn't want to do anything that might upset her and make her get rid of him. When she started petting and cuddling him, he wholeheartedly returned the affection, absolutely starved for it.

The first thing Alice thought when she saw Jack was that he was lonely, just like her. He's so sweet and can't stand to be apart from her. How can she just get rid of him when he makes her feel loved and needed?

Of course, a cat's life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Cat food is a step down from people food, and a litterbox is anything but sanitary. Jack just skips that nonsense and goes straight to using the toilet despite the awkwardness, which shocks the heck out of Alice. He also snubs all cat food in favor of human food.

Yes, I could go with Jack being a ghost(?) cat that doesn't need food or to use the toilet, but then he wouldn't have gone through the indignities of a vet visit.

Then again... it would be funny if Alice brought Jack to the vet, only for them to think she's crazy, since to them all she's carrying is empty air.

Hmm... yeah, I think I'll go that route. As hilarious as vet hijinks and typical cat care with Jack while he possesses a human mind and identity might be, this would be a more interesting and tragic route. No one else can see Jack but Alice. He's lived for who knows how long in a world full of people that don't see him at all, unable to even be human anymore. It'd be a different type of hell than the one in the video tape, similar to what I talked about in my previous ramble.

Imagine if the 1984 incident Jack died and became a ghost(?) cat because he was secretly a cat shape shifter or something. Or maybe something more supernatural happened during the incident. Either way, cat ghost(?) Jack is very, very lonely.

Man, I just realized, it would be even more tragic (and complicated) if I go with the reincarnation route for this AU. Ghost(?) cat Jack probably had to watch Mary die slowly in the hospital after the incident, unable to help her or let her know that it's him. He couldn't even offer her comfort in her final days. It would've been so traumatizing.

For now, let's just play with this AU without the reincarnation angle, since this is supposed to be mostly light and fluffy feline fun with the OTP.

Jack, even as a cat, tries to do his best to help Alice out. If he can make himself useful, make her need him, then he won't ever lose her. He sneaks out when she goes to work to keep her company even though she initially tried to get him to stay home. No one sees him, so it won't matter. Besides, petting an invisible kitty is a good stress relief when dealing with awful customers, and certainly beats regular stimming.

The more Alice cares for Jack, the more powers he gets back, starting with the ability to talk. It's a huge shock for Alice of course, but Jack makes it clear that it's because of her love for him that made her stronger.

Of course, that love is platonic, at least at the start, which Jack knows full well, but he'll work on shifting things to a romantic love... especially after he gets the power to shift back into a form that has hands.

Like in typical canon, Jack answers Alice's questions as best he can. He probably lost his sense of identity like in game canon, so he references CloudyTown and stuff "he" did there, mixing up the show's lore with his own past. It's also intermingled with his many years spent wandering the streets being ignored and going crazy from the loneliness.

Jack does let Alice know that he used to be able to change from a cat to human. He just... can't anymore. He thinks it was because he was forgotten. He doesn't know why no one can see him until Alice came along.

It's so sad and tragic that Alice can't be unmoved by his plight. Sure, it makes things a bit awkward knowing that Jack is sentient and used to have a human form, but she feels for him. It also makes sense now why Jack always turned away whenever she changed.

Yes, Jack could have peeked. He could have even watched Alice while she was bathing, but he didn't. He refuses to do anything she won't allow. Cuddling her and sleeping in her bed is innocent, but the thoughts he'd have about her when she was undressing were anything but. He loves her too much to take advantage of her innocent trust in him. He needs her to want him to see her in that vulnerable state... even if it drives him crazy lusting over her. Poor pitiful kitty can't even have a good wank off session with his paws.

Still, despite knowing that Jack was human and is sentient, it's hard for Alice not to fall for his feline charms and not think too deeply about that fact. She still winds up cuddling him and petting him.

Of course, when it first hits Alice that she's treating a human like a pet, she stops and apologizes, but Jack insists that it's fine. He enjoys their cuddle time. He gives her the big, pleading kitty eyes as he begs her not to stop, and she can't help but give in.

Awkwardness soon fades and settles into a strange new normal. Alice does wonder if Jack really is real or if she was just so lonely she imagined something this crazy... but his presence is comforting. He keeps her company almost all the time. She doesn't feel alone anymore thanks to him.

Also... now that Jack can talk, he says such sweet things. It's weird to have a "pet" take care of her, but he reminds her of when it's time to brush her teeth, wakes her up for work, helps her get chores done despite how awkward it is with his paws and small size... It's so endearing.

The encouragement and assistance Jack gives Alice is wonderful, and his jokes are so fun and silly, but it's the praise that leaves her feeling flustered. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that he's almost flirting with her sometimes. She's in denial that's what it is, but it feels nice to be told that she's cute, and Jack is so sincere about it... and how can she not melt when he says sweet things with such a sweet face?

It's one morning that things change drastically. Alice's bond with Jack strengthened over time to the point that Jack finally can change back into a mostly human form, though he does have cat ears, a fluffy tail, and whisker markings.

It was a big surprise to them both really, as Jack transformed in his sleep. Alice had gotten used to cuddling up to a talking cat during the night, so it was a shock to wake up in a pair of big muscular arms. Jack was so happy when waking her that morning, giddy to show her his (mostly) human side, that it slipped his mind what a shock it would be.

Naturally, Alice bolted back against the wall away from the stranger in her bed. Jack quickly started reassuring her of who he was and that she wasn't in danger. He stooped down to her level, pretty much wilting really, with ears folded back, as he apologized for scaring her. He was just so happy that he wasn't thinking about how it must look from her side...

Seeing Jack so pitiful and sad, Alice feels her heart go out to him. Once things calm down, she can't help but be amazed by how he looks. Unthinkingly, she reaches up to pet his ears and feel how they attach to his skull. She only fully realizes how forward she's being when Jack starts purring.

Flustered, Alice immediately pulls back, only for Jack to whine at the loss of her touch. He didn't mind it at all. He always loves it when she cuddles with him.

It's a complicated feeling for Alice. On the one hand they've been very close for so long. On the other, Jack is definitely a human, so it feels different now.

Yet, Jack is so sweet. He's mindful of her hesitation, even if he's disappointed. It's harder for him to hide his feelings with such expressive ears. Alice can't help but want to reach out to him, especially after they've already spent so much time together, getting to know one another. He's chased away the loneliness that had been haunting her for so, so long.

Of course, now that Jack has a human form, Alice finds her feelings slipping into "dangerous" territory. He makes her feel so good, so loved, and she feels for him too. She doesn't want to dare assume he might feel anything more for her than just a friend, but she can't help but notice the way he looks at her, the way he clearly longs to be near her. He's so tender and gentle... and they've already been so cuddly.

It's easier for Alice to find herself cuddling up to Jack, letting him and taking guilty pleasure from his gentle warmth. He pets her hair too in return, and it feels surprisingly good... a bit too good at times.

The line between friend or something more blurs with all the cuddles and petting. Alice feels guilty about it, but Jack keeps encouraging her until, finally, something has to give and their relationship changes. Both of them feel relieved when it does, as they couldn't help but worry that their feelings might not be reciprocated.

In a lot of ways, it's pretty close to the normal continuity, just with some fuzzy ears on top. Jack can change into a cat at will now. As he gets stronger, people can start to see him, perhaps as a feline silhouette, or maybe with some unsettling shadows not from a cat. He's certainly going to be a bit territorial and not be afraid to hiss and use his claws if absolutely necessary.

Still, this kitty is pretty content thanks to Alice. Jack loves it when Alice carries him around as a teeny kitty, warm and snuggly against her chest, even in the cleavage of her shirt at times. Naturally, he returns the favor, carrying her around the apartment as often as possible. It's only fair after all~!

Naturally, Jack wants to get intimate with Alice as soon as she lets him. He's so pent up. Even with hands to take care of himself, all the cuddling and now kisses just make him ache for her even more. He longs to be inside her, biting her gently and growling in pleasure as he takes her.

A bonus with Jack being part cat is that he gets to have some vibrating action when he purrs. It adds a whole new dimension to their lovemaking, whether he's using his mouth on her sensitive parts, or thrusting himself deep inside.

Oh, I'm reminded of the cat-like features I mentioned in the Omegaverse AU. I guess Jack, having feline features, would have a dick that's ribbed for her pleasure too. Tongue too. Neither would be sharp because rule of sexy, but it would add a very pleasurable texture that a clever man like Jack is going to take full advantage of~

Of course, Alice can take advantage of those feline features too. The base of Jack's tail and ears are quite sensitive, and she quickly learns what spots get his motor running. Of course, getting Jack excited will lead to him pouncing on her and getting rather frisky, but Alice would certainly be expecting that result~

I can imagine Jack could make himself look fully human without any feline features, but he knows Alice finds his cat side to be adorable. She has a hard time resisting petting him when his ears and tail are out, and he certainly wants to encourage her to pet him as much as possible. He also wants to encourage her to let him pet her as much as possible.

Of course, if Jack can become powerful enough that other people can see him, he'll have to stick with only cat or human form when out in public. Still, even when other people can see and hear him, he prefers to be in Alice's company. Cats have their preferred human, and Alice is Jack's.

Naturally, Jack would have to be sneaky about showing Alice love when in public if there's a chance of getting caught. Good thing he has that perfectly innocent little kitty form to hide in. I can imagine it would lead to some interesting interactions where someone shows up only to find Alice incredibly flustered with a slightly disheveled appearance, while her "pet" Jack is just casually looking smug, as all cats do.

Person: Whoa, what happened to you?

Alice, not looking them in the eye: Uh... Jack, m-my cat just... ah, got a bit excited.

Person: Heh. Cats, am I right?

Alice: Haha... right.

Jack: :3c

Hmm... I wonder then if the other love interests should have cat transformations in this AU too. It'd be a crime if Shaun doesn't have that ability but Jack does. Jack already gets together with Alice, so I don't want to be extra cruel to Shaun.

Admittedly, I don't have too many ideas for other characters with cat modes. Well, aside from an image of Shaun taking care of his baby MoonPie by carrying her around by the scruff. This post was mostly just indulging in sweet moments with my OTP with a bit of feline flavor sprinkled on top. Maybe I'll revisit the idea again if I get more ideas than just a bit of fluff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this silly romp with Alice and Jack having some feline fun times!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Cat AU

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aetherdoesthings · 2 months

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Hey! 👋🏽 Can we get some slow dancing in the kitchen on a rain day with Sanji? Sanji seems like the type of romantic to like that. I'm sorry I don't have more to the ask, I've just been thinking about it all day lol

hey :)! sorry this took a while. i had quite the busy week.

forethoughts: okay a lot of things is happening in my life rn so i tried to finish a request. my work, social, romantic (somehow) life started to culminate in one but it's fine :D. a little rushed imo, so rlly sorry if it isn't good.

notes: gn!reader, fluff, slow dancing?

On some days of the Sunny, it wouldn’t be as bright and shiny. Whenever the ship traversed through harsher seas and rougher terrains, terrible storms would alway ensue. Some days you’d be lucky, and it would only be a drizzle and you were just confined inside. Some days you weren’t, and it would turn into an all hands on deck type of scenario. Thankfully, Nami had reported it was just a light rain, and the Sunny would pass the rainy patch in a day or two. That meant the entire crew was stuck inside. Robin and Nami would be in their respective offices; Robin in the library researching poneglyphs and Nami busy drawing maps. Zoro was probably asleep or training. Luffy, Usopp and Chopper would be trying to find some type of game they could play without wrecking the place. Franky was somewhere in his workshop building something new.

You laid down on the dining table, arms out as you stared at the ceiling. Your boyfriend was busy in the kitchen cooking up a snack for you to eat, humming a nonexistent tune. You would be lying if you said you were happy with your current condition. You hated rainy days; everyone hated rainy days. As much as you all respected Franky for building the Sunny and decorating the inside, it was not stimulating enough to cure your boredom.

Sanji seemed to take notice, letting out a little chuckle. “Why the frown, dear?”

“I’m bored.” You replied flatly.

“Do you plan on staying like this the entire day? Lying down in the center of the dining table like a sacrifice?”

“Yes. I would very much rather be a sacrifice than be stuck inside.”

"Surely you wouldn't occupy the table for the rest of the day. "

"Try me."

Sanji chuckled. “But I need to serve dinner eventually.”

“I’ll move.” You shifted your body, gazing at your blonde haired personal chef as he walked towards you, one of his hands carrying your favorite snack. He set it in front of your face, a warm and comforting smile on his.

“Don’t frown, okay, dear? As much as I love how cute you look when you pout, I don’t like seeing you sad. It makes me sad.” Sanji’s hand ran through your hair, ruffling it up a bit. You instinctively let out a chuckle at his action, reluctantly sitting up and taking the plate. Sanji got onto the table next to you, staying by your side as you ate the food. He watched you devour the plate without leaving a single crumb. You set the plate by your side, prompting Sanji to jump off the table, offering a hand towards you. With his ‘help’, your feet made contact with the ground again, your hand resting in Sanji’s. In a single motion, he pulled your body close to yours, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

Suddenly, music started to play from nowhere, serene jazz music filling the empty kitchen. You figured Brook was lurking somewhere on the rafters, just hanging by a bone and playing his violin. Or maybe it was a tone dial. Nevertheless, music filled your ears, blocking out the sound of the pouring rain. Sanji’s footwork was light as ever, making you unable to sense where he was or what his next move was. You could only tell by his breathing where he was, feeling the wind brush against your neck and graze your cheek. The chef held you close to his body, perfectly aligning it with his like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Sanji’s touch was gentle and reassuring, as if to convey all his love and affection through the warmth of his embrace. You rested your head on Sanji’s chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. With every step Sanji led, your worries and troubles faded away, love and affection filling the space. All your focus was on the man in front of you. The kitchen slowly transformed into your little oasis, a place of love and solace, rid of anxiety or stress.

Maybe some rainy days weren’t that bad after all.

#one piece #op #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #aetherasks #slow dancing

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junkissed · 11 months

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sunkissed

member — husband!jun x reader genre — fluff word count — 2.8k synopsis — this year for your anniversary, jun takes you on a trip down memory lane through the flowers of your past. warnings — the time skips between past & present, reader wears a dress at the end, some kissing, very brief cheol & seokmin cameos. nothing too extreme but they're a gross adorable happy married couple notes — this is for @svthub's secret garden collab! this fic is very special to me for many reasons but mostly because it's based on a little beach town where we used to go when i was growing up and i have so many fond memories of that experience (and also because i love jun hehe). i hope you enjoy :)

one reblog = one bouquet of flowers from jun 💐

“jun, can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

he shakes his head, a grin across his face. “nope! it’s a surprise.”

you frown and cross your arms, sitting down on the bed. “well, how am i supposed to know what to pack, then, if i don’t know where we’re going?”

jun pauses, his brow furrowed. “oh. yeah.” suddenly he pulls out his phone, studying the screen carefully, and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“what are you doing now?” you ask.

he looks up at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “checking the weather,” he says. “it’s supposed to be nice and warm but the weather app says it’ll be windy, so pack a jacket.” he pauses, thinking. “maybe more than one jacket.”

you stand and walk over to your closet, pulling out two hangers: a long brown coat, and a thin cardigan. “which one?”

his face lights up and he laughs, pointing to the coat. “that one, for sure.”

“excuse me, do you need some help?”

ice cold drops of rain pour down around you as you stand underneath the overhang in front of the grocery store, cursing yourself for not checking the weather more thoroughly before you went out today. it had been a deceptively sunny day earlier, but during the rainy spring season you never know when the weather will flip on a dime and the skies open up like they have today. your outfit had been perfect for the sunshine, but now it’s nowhere near enough to protect you from the rain.

at the sound of a voice you turn and see a tall man coming out of the store behind you, a plastic thank-you bag sticking out from under his arm. “do you live far?” he asks. “you can borrow my umbrella, if you want.”

you start to tell him no, you’re fine thanks, but you pause when you study his face a little closer, realizing you recognize him. “you look familiar… do i know you?”

he nods his head a little in response. “aren’t you seungcheol’s friend? i’ve seen you at his parties sometimes— you were at new year’s, right?”

you give him a nod, relaxing a little now that you know he’s friendly, but you’re still surprised when he says your name. “yep, that’s me,” you say with a polite laugh. “but i’m sorry, i don’t remember your name.”

“don’t worry about it,” he grins. “i’m junhui, by the way, but my friends call me jun. you can call me jun.”

you stick out your hand, and he shakes it enthusiastically. “well, it’s very nice to officially meet you, jun,” you smile.

“so, about that umbrella,” he says.

“oh, no, i’m alright,” you say, waving him off. “i’m not far away. just working up the courage to sprint back home,” you say with a laugh.

“let me give you a ride,” he says. “a little bit shorter of a sprint for you, at least? i live at the apartments a couple blocks down, it’s not out of my way.”

“i’ll be fine,” you say, shaking your head as a gust of wind nearly knocks you over. “but it’s very kind of you to offer.”

he frowns a little. “well, i can’t in good conscience let you go running around in the rain without an umbrella or anything,” he says, thinking. he shifts his bag of groceries to his other arm and starts shrugging off his coat. “here, take my jacket. your outfit would get all ruined in the rain.”

you want to tell him no again, but the rain continues to pour around you, and your shoes are already soaked in water. and his coat does look pretty warm…

“okay, fine,” you say finally, accepting the clothing from him and slipping your arms into the sleeves as he tosses it around your shoulders. “but how do i get it back to you?”

“are you going to cheol’s housewarming party next weekend?” he asks, and you nod. “you can give it to me then.”

“alright. i’ll take good care of it for you,” you say with a smile, and he grins in response.

“i’m really sorry, i’ve gotta rush off to a meeting,” he says, checking his watch. “but it was nice meeting you, and i hope we see each other again soon!”

he gives you a little wave, then dashes off into the rain, holding his plastic bag over his head to protect himself. you pull the hood of his coat up over your head, feeling a little guilty for leaving him without a jacket; but he had offered, and you would see him again anyway. you’d have to figure out a way to repay him next time you saw him.

“now will you tell me where we’re going?”

the warm morning breeze brushes against your cheeks as you roll the windows down, resting your elbow out of the car. you lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, glancing over at jun in the driver’s seat. the wind blows his hair around in his face, a tousled flurry of brown against his tan skin.

you still have no idea where you’re headed for your anniversary trip, and it looks like jun has no intention of letting you know anytime soon. but that thought couldn’t be farther from your mind as you watch jun drive, buzzing in his seat with how excited he is to reveal his plans.

“nope,” he says, and you whine in response. “but you’ll see soon enough.” he grins at you and reaches across the seat to rest his hand on your leg, and you rest your hand on top of his, tilting your head against the seat to look out the window.

as he drives along the road, the city gets less and less dense until you’re out on a long back road, nothing but green fields and tall grass as far as the eye can see. eventually jun pulls off onto a dirt path and stops the car in a tiny parking lot. a small wooden sign announces the name of the park, along with a note that reminds visitors to pick up their trash.

he pulls the keys out of the ignition and turns to you, grinning. you smile back at him, waiting for him to say something. “is this your big surprise… ?”

he laughs, leaning over the center console to kiss your cheek before opening his door. “no. this is just lunch.”

he gets out of the car and pops open the trunk, pulling out a small cooler and a blanket before shutting it again. he holds out his hand to you, motioning for you to follow him, and when you take his hand he squeezes a little, turning back to smile at you before leading you over to a shady spot in the grass.

he spreads the picnic blanket out and you start to open the cooler to help him set up, but he swats your hand away playfully. “let me do it,” he pouts, and you can’t ever say no to him, especially when he’s gone through such lengths to plan all this, so you let him continue on with what he’s doing.

he pulls out a bottle of sparkling apple juice and two plastic champagne flutes, handing one to you so he can pour yours out first, before pouring his own and setting the bottle down.

“we’ll have the real stuff once we get to the hotel,” he says with a grin, holding up his glass to clink with yours.

“oh, so we’re staying at a hotel?” you say, raising your eyebrows at him as you take a sip.

he scowls. “you’re not getting any info out of me until we get there, so don’t even try!”

you laugh, laying down on your side on the blanket, and he pulls out paper-wrapped sandwiches from the cooler. he looks at them both and then hands you yours, with your name printed in careful but messy lettering and little hearts drawn around it in sharpie.

it’s so cute you almost don’t want to ruin it by opening it, and you look at it fondly for such a long time that by the time you finally start to unwrap it, jun is already halfway done with his. you call his name, holding back a laugh when he looks up from his sandwich with mustard smeared on one corner of his mouth and up his cheek. “what?” he asks, mouth full.

“nothing,” you giggle, reaching over to wipe the mustard off his face with your thumb before wiping your hand with a napkin. “i just love you.”

“number 36, two ham and swiss for jun?”

the barista calls out the order, and jun jumps out of his seat to go grab the food. despite being the middle of the day, there isn’t much of a lunch crowd in the cafe this afternoon.

after seeing jun again at your friend seungcheol’s get-together, you’d really hit it off, and you’d casually offered to get lunch with him sometime. and as luck would have it, your schedules lined up so that you both had a free afternoon the very next day. jun had recommended the cafe down the street owned by his friend seokmin, raving on and on about his chocolate chip muffins, and you’d been convinced.

he comes back to the table a second later holding a little wood tray with two sandwiches, carefully handing you yours before sitting down again.

not only does the sandwich end up being great, but the company you’re with ends up being the best part of the lunch. getting to know jun is more fun than you’ve ever had, and when you look down to check your watch and realize that you’ll be late to work if you stay any longer, you’re honestly disappointed it has to end here.

“do you wanna go out again sometime?” jun asks nervously as you both stand up. “maybe… dinner or something, next time?”

“yeah.” pushing your chair in, you give him a bright smile. “i would really like that. dinner sounds great.”

he grins, and you can almost see his cheeks flush a little as he follows you out of the cafe. walking back to your car parked next to his on the sidewalk, he tells you all about the new recipes he’s been wanting to try and how he can’t wait to show you his favorites, already eager to cook you dinner.

being around him feels like you’ve known each other for years, and in that moment you realize this lunch is only a first date with jun. he’s already making plans for a second, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

he helps you into your car and gives you a wave before walking away to get into his own. and long after his car has pulled away and you’re still sitting in the parking lot, you can’t help but smile, thinking about how wonderful today has been and how much you’re looking forward to seeing him again.

“we’re here, baby, are you awake?”

jun’s soft voice pulls you out of your nap and you blink slowly, sitting up and massaging the kink in your neck from sleeping against the window. you had wanted to stay awake to see where jun was taking you, but with the excitement from packing you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and the feeling of warm sunshine on your face and the rolling of the car had put you right to sleep.

rubbing your eyes, you stare out the window to see what he’s talking about, but it only takes you a few seconds to immediately recognize where you are. “jun!” you gasp, looking over at him, and he beams back at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“surprise,” he giggles, watching your giddy reaction as he drives along the familiar coastal highway. it’s the same little town you spent your honeymoon with him years ago, that you’ve always said you’d wanted to visit again but between both of your busy lives you haven’t had the chance to.

you roll down the window, sticking your head out of the car and inhaling the fresh, salty sea air.

jun pulls into the hotel parking lot: a little inn that, by the looks of it, hasn’t changed much since the last time you were here. you hop out and come around to meet jun at the other side of the car and he gives you a kiss on the cheek as he stands up, shutting the car door and taking your hand to lead you to the front office to check in.

when you pull open the door, the front desk is decorated just like how you remember it. paintings of ocean scenes hang on the walls, and driftwood and seashells sit atop every antique wooden table. you walk across the room to pick up a magazine off one of the tables, flipping through it to see advertisements for local restaurants, wine tastings, and local art shows.

you’re so invested reading an article about the owner of the inn, that you don’t notice how jun lowers his voice talking to the man at the front desk, whispering and nodding quickly before he hands the room keys to your husband. he grins and shakes the man’s hand before calling your name, and you turn around and grab his hand again, ready to go see your room.

jun hands you the keys and lets you lead the way, tugging him after you. muscle memory comes back to you as your feet carry you up the stairs to the same room you’d stayed in so long ago. he follows after you, unable to hide the smile on his face as he sees your excitement. it’s not often you get to go on vacation together, and he’s determined to make sure this anniversary is one you won’t forget.

outside the room you unlock the door, but when you see what’s inside you nearly drop everything you’re holding. the entire room is covered in flowers, with pink rhododendrons and pretty white blooms in vases on every table and rose petals scattered across the bed. by the mini refrigerator there’s a bottle of champagne resting in a bucket of ice, a little note attached with a bow around the neck of the bottle.

you turn around and jun is right behind you, beaming like a little kid that’s just been told they can have dessert before dinner as he watches your reaction. it had cost him a lot to get the owner to do all this extra stuff, but when jun had talked to him on the phone he was more than happy to help him plan it all out for such a special occasion.

you throw your arms around him and he giggles, walking you backwards into the room. the luggage in the open car trunk is long forgotten as his lips press against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“are you ready?”

jun asks from the driver’s seat as you sit beside him in the car. your dress bunches up around you as you turn to look at him, pushing the fabric out of the way so you can lean across the cupholders to kiss him, the first of many kisses today and over the years that will come.

he smiles against your lips before pulling away to start the car, and you look out your passenger side window one more time. all of your friends and family stand outside the car, waving and cheering and holding bouquets of bright pink rhododendrons.

jun twists around to look behind him at the rear window, where the words “just married” are written in chalk marker, as he reverses out of the parking lot.

once everyone is out of sight, you begin to relax into your seat, kicking off the shoes that have been hurting your feet all night. you’re leaving before any of your guests are, having stayed at the reception just long enough to cut the cake and have your first dance, so it’s still early enough in the evening to have some time to yourselves

“where are we going?” you ask, reclining the seat a little with a sigh as you gaze out the window. the stars are beginning to come out, little twinkling lights in the sky, and you smile as you think about today, finally a moment to relax and reflect on everything.

your new husband grins and shakes his head, sliding one hand across the seat to intertwine his fingers with yours. “nope. it’s a surprise.”

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psychelis-new · 2 years

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pick a pile: "Meeting The One"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about the possible signs, synchronicities or events that may occur to you when you meet or right before meeting your destined person (future spouse/partner, the last person you will fall in love with in this lifetime). I will try to channel some infos about the meeting itself (I haven't done it yet, so... just check your pile to see).

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. Also, you're in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

There could be a party or celebration (could even be Christmas, NYE or anything), maybe a fair, or somewhere where there are food and fun things to do. Maybe even a concert or music/race event. Cotton candies, ice creams, or something like that can be relevant. You'll probably be enjoying with friends or family members, having lot of fun and feeling like a child again. There's the energy of going back to good days, feeling free and relieved, very calm. It's like you are in a place (mentally) where you know things can actually be good for you, and you're kinda in control of your fears and emotions. It could be at evening/night, with a very low light. But somehow you'll end up being noticed by your person: you may be doing/Saying something that kinda moves the attention of the closer crowd on you or simply, being destined, they can see you no matter how many people and low light you're surrounded by. You shine on your own to them. I think they may approach you and probably ask you to go with them (for some: maybe someone hits you unvoluntarily and your ice cream falls so your person will offer you to buy a new one, even if it wasn't their fault -maybe their friend's though-). You'll probably think if to follow them and separate from your friends/family (you may not trust their intentions immediately, but there are many people around), but you'll follow your heart. You're gonna know if you can trust them. I think your Guides will send you some kind of permission too (maybe you'll feel it, or see a bird or an angel number -very likely this last one- around, that you know it's your sign to trust this person). You may even end up dancing alone with them to some kind of music. This person seems fun.

songs: god's menu | stray kids; fade away | lucky daye

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pile 2

I feel it can happen on a cozy afternoon/evening. Maybe on the way back home from work/school. It could be sunny for some, rainy for others. The type of weather will only move the location of the meeting, you're gonna meet them anyway (e.g. if it's sunny you may meet while riding your bycicle in a park or enjoying the warm sun rays -maybe they're running in the same place or sitting on a bench nearby; if it's raining, you may meet up while finding shelter in a bar or public place, you're gonna smile at each other being soaked). You literally won't expect to meet them, maybe the day didn't start too well for some; for someone else instead, it's gonna be a moment in which things are starting to get better: even at work, you may have had some problems with colleagues, but that day things will suddenly turn for the good (you may have even gained a promotion out of nowhere). It's like this person, being in your energy, brings you good luck. And around your meeting you're gonna experience a shift for the best in your life: from mood, to work, to love as well with them appearing (but in relationships in general, even colleagues family and friends). You'll both literally manifest each other. Before meeting them, you may had doubts about your abilities, and felt lonely for a while as if your life was just a mess in all fields (career and love in particular, maybe friends/family too); you've probably tried to manifest your person for a while but life came in between and you almost lost your hopes. But your prayers will been noticed by your Guides and when you least expect (when the time will be right), you're gonna be given what you wish for (and they too -feels like mirror energy).

songs: show me the meaning of being lonely | backstreet boys; you're the one that i want (grease) | john travolta, olivia newton-john

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pile 3

I think this is the pile that may gets messages and signs through music, messages/words and images. Sometimes angel numbers too. Some of these signs may not be always clear, you need to be open to see them: sometimes you may not see them, especially when you feel upset and search for signs in the wrong places. You may see things like a waterdrop shaped as a heart, or something like that (like in your pic, near the donut... can you see the little heart?). You probably know that there's someone in contact with you on a higher level (maybe you have a telepathic connection too, or you just feel them around), that you are destined to meet this person and be with them, but sometimes you may get lost in your past thoughts. You may even kinda lose hope, fearing that they will never arrive or not find you. But they're your destined person, they'll find you anyway (the "how" is not your problem, you only need to trust). This fear/overthinking is delaying your meeting cause you're not open enough to being guided to (and by) your person. It seems you're gonna meet them the moment you'll learn how to keep a quiet mind, be yourself, be brave, and not be scared to see that things can actually change. You may even get a job offer around the same period (maybe even from your person). You will be aware of your power, despite still having doubts (those are normal, we're humans and we'll always have doubts here and there: the important thing is to not let them stop us and our dreams), you're gonna feel more confident in your skin. You're gonna be of help to others somehow (maybe being more socially involved, or with an idea/project or something), you'll bring happiness and share positivity around you, you'll act with love and this will bring your person in too. A new love for you. As easy as.

songs: yours to keep | jordan mackampa; come undone | duran duran

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pile 4

Could be near water (sea or ocean in particular but it doesn't have to be so), or could be around kids. Maybe one of you is baby sitting, or a teacher or just trying to be kind with a kid met in a park or on a metro... situations can be very different. You may feel moved by their kindness and cuteness and find yourself smiling at them. They may wink back at you, making you blush? You two... Okay this was very specific though. You or them, may make a bold move (maybe one of you can help/save a kid too), and... you probably had lost hopes about love, but this person will change it all, they will restore your faith in love and humanity. You are not supposed to know much more about signs and all, it seems like a gift and a big surprise for you. But know that you're gonna be guided to meet this person soon. Trust, even if you cannot see it, there's someone so loving for you, willing to do anything for you. They're gonna take care of your fears and anxiety as well (may be a doctor tbh, not just for kids, but maybe even a vet; or a conselour). They will help you be more in your power. They're gonna gift you so much self control and confidence. You are gonna be able to talk with them about anything really. I'm hearing "smooth" (from convo to skin.. your choice). They won't ever judge you, they just wanna help you and comfort you. They're gonna make you shine again. If you feel lost (or you gonna feel so before meeting them) and like there's no tomorrow, they'll help you rebuilt your hopes and fire inside. They literally gonna heal in you in any possible way (if ykwim -I'll keep this clean). Okay, it could also mean for some (seen the last song I got) that they're gonna be your... sugar daddy. And will want to spoil you. Again take as resonates. I feel a lot of you will choose this pile and things can really differ for each one of you.

songs: the flames beyond the cold mountain | mono; sugar daddy | qveen herby

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roguelov · 11 months

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Crimson Stained Petals (Ch. 2)

Summary: Set in the 1880s, rumors and mysteries swirled around a quaint town, mostly about a lord tucked far into the woods. Arriving in town, you could not deny your curiosities, but you were not here to stay. Or so you thought. Low on funds, and a job for a live-in servant advertised in the paper, you now found yourself in the home of Lord Morpheus - the source of all rumors. Passions and tensions will grow. Questions will be answered, but may come at a hefty price. And a promise may be broken. But, is Lord Morpheus, and those few residents, truly as scary as they seem?

Words Count: ~3.4k

Reader: Neutral (unspecified now, however fem leaning)

Warnings: Minor angst (hints of Morpheus’s past), mutual pinning, some fluff, hints of bloodlust

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

After a week of working in the manor, you quickly found routine in your new life. It was far easier than anticipated, although somewhat tiring at points. And despite exploring the manor, you still tended to become lost or forgetful where certain rooms were. It was massive to say the least, but you adored the architecture, the different colors and styles of each room, and the obvious love - even if slightly dusty due to negligence - poured into it. Two rooms in particular captured your interest and attention: the upstairs library, and the sunroom.

The sunroom was magical. The glass - a soft sea green - dome roof sparkled in any and all lighting. On sunny days, it was as if the heavens rained down on this secret cove. Plants of all colors and variety outlined the room from vibrant dark green ferns - nearly an envious green - to signature staple of the manor’s passionate red roses as well as strong and proud sunflowers, delicate lilacs, and the intricate petals of the blushing pink carnations. Fern leaves as large as dinner plates bent towards the doorways like curtains. You could not help but imagine you were an explorer traversing the jungle as you entered.

In the center, a couch, two chairs, and a table were set out. However, there was a very obvious empty space for furniture to be pushed aside. The true beauty of the room was it could double as a ballroom if needed. You could see where a musician could sit, you could imagine a dozen people dancing in unison, you could feel the air crackle with potential energy. When you walked the pristine tile floor sang with every step of your shoe, heels clacked and echoed like a chorus; imagining a group of people in here, and oh how the room would harmonize.

The library, on the other hand, was quaint and far less grandiose compared to the sunroom. Yet, it held its own type of magic, one of comfort and warmth. It was draped in rich dark browns, glowing oranges of the sun and lanterns, and overall warm tones. The walls had built-in shelves and overflowed with books. A single thin window with a nook to sit and read by sunlight was nestled between two shelves. Two long wooden tables with chairs were placed in the room, almost more of studying than reading comfortably.

The air in the library was calmer, and gentle like an escape, or a brief pause on life. If you strolled over to the collection of books, most were published from Morpheus’s company ‘The Dreamer’s Palace’. Which wasn’t too surprising, but the library held many other books from the popular to the unknown. Every genre filled the shelves: drama, contemporary, romance, horror, fantasy, mystery, nonfiction, mythology, and poetry. You had worlds at your fingertips and each of them called to you.

When you had time, you would eventually borrow a book, with Morpheus’s permission of course. Maybe you could take the book and lounge in the sunroom, now that sounded like a lovely idea.

However, you supposed there was another place besides the sunroom and library to entertain you and your thoughts. You desperately wished to explore the ground, especially the maze. The rose maze enthralled you. The hedges must be ten feet tall, barring all from sneaking a single glance in. The full, perfect lush red roses filled the hedges and dazzled in the sunlight while somehow seemingly glowed in the moonlight. With the moon above, they tempted you like some Greek tragedy. The maze was your labyrinth. Maybe a monster lurked among the roses, maybe you would become lost and lose your sense of self, or maybe it was simply just a maze.

One day.

One day, you would run freely through the hedges and happily lose yourself amongst them.

Late in the morning, Morpheus had requested some tea. If it wasn’t in the morning after what you expected a long night, then he requested afternoon tea for one last boost to finish the day. Light seemed to always shine under the crack of his door. His footsteps creaked along the home constantly even as you laid still in bed.

Maneuvering up the stairs, you carefully balanced a kettle and a tea cup with a saucer. Stepping onto the second floor, you immediately veered left. Morpheus’s study was the first door. You knocked, announcing yourself. His reply was muffled, but allowed you in.

Opening the door, Morpheus was hunched over his desk. Stacks of paper covered his desk, with his pen scratching away editing and making revision notes on a new manuscript. A dying fire crackled as embers burned a reddish orange hue casting the room in a radiating warmth. The curtains were opened showing off the dreary morning. Rain tapped against the window, adding to the ambiance.

You beelined for Morpheus. You efficiently, as possible, set up his tea in the small corner space free of papers. Morpheus - who had been watching not just since you walked in, but since you first arrived - wondered about something that had been bothering him for a few days. The scratching of his pen seized, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye. “May I ask you a question?”

You paused as you set up his tea. It was one of the few other times he addressed you, besides your first interaction and occasionally calling for tea. Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you poured his tea. “Of course, sir.”

He laid down his pen, and turned his head to address you. His eyes - an enchanting pale blue in such dim lighting - locked with yours. “You are not afraid of me.”

You stepped back from him, having finished your assigned task. The kettle left besides his cup if he wished to have more later. You folded your hands in front of you with the empty tray in your hands. His sentence tossed over and over in your head. You frowned slightly in thought, “That is not a question.”

The corner of his lips twitched upward. “You are correct, apologies. I suppose I was more inquiring about your opinion.”

“On what?”

“Myself, and said rumors that circulate the manor.”

You didn’t need time to think. Most people warned you of this place whether directly or indirectly. “The townspeople have their beliefs and I have mine.”

“So you have no care for the matter?”

“I can form my own opinions.” You cocked your head quizzically, “I’m sorry, but did Lucienne not inform you of my answer? She asked a similar question during the interview.”

“She did, but I wish to hear it from you especially given you have been staying with us for more than over a week now.” He twisted his body in his chair, facing you directly. He gave you his full undivided attention. “So what are your opinions? What do you think of the rumors?”

You paused, considering his question. “Do you want my honest opinion, sir?”

You had your opinions. Ones that had been slowly formulating since your arrival, ones that may be an unpleasant truth to hear.

“I do.” He saw the hesitation written plainly on your face. “You can be blunt.”

You nodded, and sighed releasing any tension. “If you wish -“ you cleared your throat - “the way I see it you revel in said rumors. You can easily dispel them by ingraining yourself more into society, but you don’t. You do the donations, you have the well liked bookshop, but you do not show your face. Either you isolate yourself to protect yourself, or because you believe you deserve it - deserve the isolation.”

Morpheus hummed, utterly fascinated by your answer. “Truly? And what do you think? Why would I sever my connection to society?”

Your eyes dragged up and down over his body - you were dissecting him. Morpheus noted how a change came over you. You were not a servant, head bowed, but an equal with a sharp eye. You were clever, far more clever than you let on. A mask had momentarily slipped. “Because you deserve it or so you believe.”

He nodded. You may have indulged a mere facet of his curiosity, but somehow stirred more within this one conversation. He turned back to his work, “Thank you for indulging me.”

“Is there anything else you need, sir?” You smiled, and your tone suggested a hint of teasing, “Any other of my opinions you wish to know?”

His smile was hidden from you. “No, thank you.”

“Of course.” You bowed and swiftly left.

“And do not feel frightened to share your honesty.” He spoke the next sentence softly, whispering, “I enjoy it.”

You paused at the door. A faint flutter hummed in your chest. “If you wish, sir.”

I do, he thought.

You turned your head, glancing back once more. He had returned to his work. Your mind thought back on the conversation, on Morpheus’s self imposed isolation. You opened your mouth, only to quickly close it and simply left. As the door softly clicked shut, Morpheus put his head into his hands.

A mortal.

A foolish mortal who had unknowingly walked into the lion’s den. His thirst rose when you walked by, and the smell of you now imbued his home. Before he remembered a time when his thirst could be quelled for months at a time, unbothered or unaffected by hunger. But now as you freely roamed his halls, he could barely go a few days without feeling its intense and paralyzing effects. The taste of human blood has not touched his lips in nearly a century.

Idiot, he thought. Why did I allow this?

“I believe it would do you some good sir,” Lucienne pressed. She had approached her lord, proposing to introduce a servant, more so a cleaning servant, into the manor. Or more accurately cornered him in his study.

Morpheus huffed under his breath. “Lucienne, I respect you and your opinions, however, this is ridiculous and out of the question.”

“Lord Morpheus, you need to try more or dare we have another fiasco such as the last manor.”

Ah, yes, how could he forget.

He had gotten complacent in his solitude. He kept to himself, and worked on new stories that continued to be sent in from all over. He only cared about his work, and nothing else.

No. That was incorrect.

No, he was purposely drowning himself in it; all to forget the painful heartache. No, he had not gotten complacent in solitude, he had gotten complacent in his endless grief. Let the people gossip, he bitterly thought. Let them believe in the monster. He did not care for his world were these dingy walls with the ghost roaming amongst them.

But, a strange man who lived on the outskirts of town stirred vile imaginations. After a decade and possibly longer of living - in what Morpheus ignorantly believed to be peace - the townspeople charged one night forcing everyone to flee.

He had to rebuild.

He had to remake himself in this new town. He had hoped his donations would soothe the townspeople, but mortals were weary of newcomers and indulged in their superstitions far too often.

Even if their intuitions were right most of the time.

A tap on the window broke Morpheus out of his thoughts, his memories. Through the haze of the night, a small black mass was perched on the window sill. Morpheus wordlessly strolled over and opened the window. A bird, a raven specifically, swooped in and landed on the desk.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, Matthew?” Morpheus asked, facing the raven.

The raven shuffled, his talons clacked against the wood. “Sorry to interrupt, boss, but Merv is asking for something for the pain again. He says his supply is almost out.”

Morpheus’s features softened, a miniscule change. “Okay, tell Merv I will send for more immediately.”

Matthew nodded, but he did not move.

“Is there something else you need?” Morpheus asked, raising his eyebrow.

Matthew sighed, sinking a bit. “I may or may not have been listening to yours and Lucienne’s conversation.”

Morpheus’s lips thinned, not angered Matthew was listening - it was nothing new - but because he knew Matthew would side with Lucienne. “And what do you think of the matter then?”

“Well,” he drawled out, “I have been visiting the town a bit, and some of the people have begun to talk and they’re not too … happy.”

Morpheus barely contained his eye roll. “I have done all I can to appease them, if they want to make speculations then let them. I don’t harm them in any capacity.”

It was true. His diet these days consisted solely of animals.

“Maybe an appearance at the bookshop then,” Lucienne suggested. “But, I still urge you to hire someone. If others see someone unharmed in your care then it would lessen the problem.”

“I will not bring a stranger into my home just so mortals can stop gossiping.”

“If not for you then for us, for the manor. We already had to run once.”

Morpheus frowned.

Lucienne cautiously stepped forward. “You opened your door to me - for Mervyn, and Matthew - you brought in a stranger once before.”

“That was different. This will be a mortal, Lucienne.”

“And do you not trust yourself, or do you not want a repeat?”

Morpheus’s shoulders tensed. An intense, chilling, glare settled into his eyes. His eyes glowed ominously like a feral animal. “Lucienne, I will ask you once to not bring that up again.”

Lucienne stepped back, but did not look away. She held her ground in a way. “Apologies, sir, but I do not want to find a new place so soon.”

Matthew chirped up, disliking the heavy tension in the room. He flapped his wings to turn all the attention onto him. “And it would be nice for you, boss. The manor has been gathering dust, so it would be good for all of us, right?”

Morpheus closed his eyes then exhaled slowly. Opening his eyes, they had returned to a normal shade. “Fine.”

“What?” Matthew muttered, stunned.

“Bring someone in, do what you must.” He turned his back. “If we can survive another decade here peacefully then do so. I don’t want to start again so quickly.”

“Of course, sir, thank you.” Lucienne bowed her head and left as Matthew swooped after her.

Look at all the good it has done, Morpheus thought.

Morpheus was confined to these walls with you lurking around. You were haunting him, and you reminded him of -

He shook away those memories. He had a new ghost in his home and he had to deal with this unfortunate reality. This wasn’t about him, this was about Lucienne, Matthew, and Mervyn. They were lucky last time to escape before the home burned, but luck always ran out. If people discovered the truth, if they came in the night unheard, he couldn’t forgive himself for anything that would happen to his friends - his family.

This was his family unlike the one born from blood.

Meanwhile as you strolled away from Morpheus’s study, your thoughts were tangled together. He was odd. Polite, yes. But, odd. He created a wedge between him and most; a wedge you clearly saw. In the short time you were living here, it was becoming obvious who Lord Morpheus was: a tortured soul. But, why? What drove him to this state? If you were to continue to live here, you would find out.

Curiosity was powerful, and you had your reasonings to do so.

Taking the tray to the kitchen, you once again passed by another oddity in the manor: the plain wooden door under the stairs. Earlier in your adventures of the manor, you tried to open it to no avail.

“I wouldn’t keep trying if I were you.” You whirled around - panicked you had been caught - and thankfully only saw Lucienne. She smiled, a joking smile, at your reaction. Her eyes darted to the lock door. “It leads to the basement where the plumbing goes.”

You frowned, disappointed.

“Sorry, I know it’s not as wondrous as you might think.” She strolled forwards, eyes kept on the door. “But I assure you, it’s not pleasant down there. It’s damp and dark with old pipes.”

Her eyes flickered over, locking with yours. She peered over her glasses to ensure she looked at you directly. ‘Don’t’ was all her eyes said.

“I suppose the wonders of plumping is something I’m not too keen about,” you chuckled lightly.

Her smile softened, and laughed along with you. “No, I don’t think most are. Now, if you excuse me, I was going to get a drink.”

She skirted by you towards the kitchen. Once, she was down the hall and out of sight, your eyes swiveled back to the door. Only one thought ran through your mind: she’s lying. You pressed your hand to the door. In your chest, deep within your bones, something hummed on the other side.

Stepping back, you searched and no one was around. If not today, but one day you will see what was behind that door. A voice told you to be cautious in your curiosity, but to also not let it die out. Trust your gut. And your gut needed the door to be opened to reveal all its secrets.

You paused, running your hand over the grain of the wood. The hum still called out. Similar to how you swore to uncover the secrets of a Morpheus, this door fell under it as well. This manor reeked of secrets and lies. It did not frightened you, not in the least. It compelled you. And the rumors only spurred your thirst for knowledge.

But, today was not the day. All of this required a touch of patience.

A skill you honed over the years.

Brushing past, you made your way into the kitchen dropping off the tray. Glancing out the window, the late rainy morning reminded you of all the hours you still had left in the day. You sighed.

Now, what should I do?

The rest of the day you decided to busy yourself with cleaning the kitchen. Most of the appliances were new, and strangely did not seem to be used as frequently since some dust had collected on them, much like the rest of the manor. You scrubbed the cabinets and the floor, cleaned dishes and silverware, and threw away any rotted food - which was surpassingly little. The kitchen nearly sparkled by the end of your work, and luckily the day had passed between all of it.

You retired for the night and drew a well deserved and needed bath. You soaked for almost an hour, letting your skin prune and your thoughts wander: thoughts of the manor, thoughts of Lucienne, thoughts of the mysterious gardener, thoughts of Morpheus, and thoughts of your past and life now.

You sighed, sinking into the water until it barely touched your nose.

Here was a new start with new promises while the past still loomed heavily over your shoulders. No, you truly couldn’t start anew until the past was settled. You knew this, and you were constantly reminded of it.

With the water now cold, you decided to get out. You dried off and pulled on your night clothes. Shuffling out of the bathroom, you passed the writing desk.

You paused.

Changing direction from your cozy bed, you veered to the desk. You needed to write a letter, one you had forgotten - and may have purposely neglected - to write. You plopped down into the creaky wooden chair and began to write a letter. Amongst your initial search of the desk, you were surprised, and thankful, to find paper and ink already inside the drawer.

You had an old promise to keep.

You pulled out a paper and addressed it to your uncle. An uncle who raised you and taught you many things. An uncle who you spoke exclusively in letters since leaving his home nearly over a decade ago. You loved him dearly, and hoped maybe one day after your journey of self discovery, and possibly after truly settling down, you would visit him again.

Under a candlelight, you wrote about the past week. You spoke of your new job, your new lord, and the others who lived here - even if you spoke only to one. You spoke how this job could be the one, the one to change your life. You told him he was still always in your thoughts, and wondered how he was doing since his new retired life per his last letter. You smiled down at the letter, and signed it. You neatly folded it, and tucked it into an envelope to send at the earliest convenience.

Maybe Lucienne could take it to the post office for you, or maybe you’ll make a visit into town.

The decision will come later, for now you need to sleep.

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