#Beautiful Hell bb fic

[macbethsymphony]

CHARLOU!!!!! BB!!!! I'm so glad you're doing this! As you know it's my bday in 2 days! Can I request something small, a drabble or something with my boy? You know the one, the prettiest scientist out there, my beautiful gas giant! THE ONE AND ONLY CAESAR CLOWN!!! Pretty please~ (Again, so fucking proud bb ily)

-M✨

MILLIE!!!!! BB!!! Anything for you my love! I'm a day late but you already knew that! Happy birthday 💕 It... ahem... evolved into a full fic, cause I love you like that. I know you hate y/n so 'little one' it is for you! Barely proofread and finished it high on Nyquil, so forgive the mistakes. Hope you enjoy, you horndog!!!

Choke

Caesar Clown x Female Reader

wc: 3.4k

warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, pure smut, nonexistent plot, handjob, oral, face riding, choking, p in v intercourse, size difference, not proofread, no beta, just good old scientific brilliance and bad decisions

Summary: You knew your taste in men was questionable at best, downright bad most of the time. But Caesar fucking Clown, now that was an all-time low, even for you. Still, how could you resist the pretty scientist? It was truly an impossible task.

You knew your taste in men was questionable at best, downright bad most of the time. But Caesar fucking Clown, now that was an all-time low, even for you. You were willing to acknowledge your shoddy track record, unashamed of it really, but the unequivocal stares of disapproval Nami shot your way every time your eyes traveled to the scientist most definitely stung your ego.

You flipped a page of his research, trying your best to understand the complex jargon neatly written down. It surpassed your knowledge and not only by a small margin. The man was a genius, an overdramatic morally bankrupt asshole too, yes, but a genius nonetheless.

Scientist to scientist, you had to admit you understood the reasoning behind his actions, the incessant red tape of ethics was, after all, often a deterrent to progress. But still… those test subjects… children? You’d never stoop so low.

Or so you liked to think. Maybe you were putting yourself on a moral pedestal. Who knew, you guessed. After all, it was not like your research had ever been important enough for a warlord to hover over you. Who knew to what lengths you’d go to if that’d happen? Though you still hoped you would never go so far.

Your tired stare left the complex equations for a second, looking at the man in question, sitting on the floor next to you. You leaned back in your chair, gaze studying the bored expression on his face.

Despite your better judgment, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was in the afternoon sun. The softness of his features was an interesting contrast to his usual boastful condescending smile. It was a rare moment where you could look at him in the eyes. He usually neck-breakingly towered over you. Hell, even sitting at your feet he was still considerably taller than you.

With a sigh, you went back to the incomprehensible data. You didn’t understand shit.

“Caesar.” You swallowed down your pride. “Care to explain this part to me?” You surveyed the deck, noting the incessant activity. “Perhaps away from this circus.”

You watched as he processed your words, his gaze shifting from boredom to mild interest as he considered. Then his manic laughter hit your ears softly.

“What is it?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, condescension thick in his voice. “Too complicated for you, little one?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Skipped a fucking beat.

You suddenly stood. Fucking beautiful bastard. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at the sight. The way his hair flowed and framed his face, the easy smile on his lips, the amusement in his amber eyes. You quickly hit his head with the papers in your hands in reproach, an impulsive attempt to hide the pink plastering your face.

“You know damn well you’re smarter than I, Caesar Clown,” you shouted over your shoulder as you stomped to the privacy of the aquarium. “Are you coming or not?” You held open the door impatiently.

His laughter redoubled, but nonetheless, he stood up and followed. As he passed you, bending over to pass the doorframe, the floating fabric of his coat brushed against you, sending a shiver you desperately tried to suppress right to your core.

Caesar's towering frame dominated the small room as you headed to the hidden bar at its center. The soft ambient light from the aquarium’s large windows cast a serene glow over the glasses you retrieved, filling them with amber liquid. You downed the contents, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat, washing away the chaos of your thoughts temporarily. You filled it back up before settling yourself on the banquette.

You observed the scientist as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a smug grin, thinly veiling his excitement. "So, what part of my brilliant work is baffling you?" he asked, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed a hint of a smile. It was cute, how thrilled he was to talk about his research. "This section here," you said, pointing to the page filled with complex equations and chemical notations. "Your derivations seem to assume certain constants that I don't recognize. Care to enlighten me?"

Caesar's grin widened as he sauntered next to you, peering over at the page in your hands. You could sense the heat radiating from his body, he smelled like a laboratory, almost antiseptic. You liked it, it was somehow comforting and it took all your willpower to maintain your composure.

"Ah, I see," he murmured, his voice low and close. The seriousness of his tone surprised you. You’d expected condescending laughter, not an actual answer. It made your heart beat. Fast. You could feel his breath on your skin as he explained. "These constants are unique to the gas properties I've synthesized. They're not something you'd find in standard scientific literature."

You peered up at him, your gaze bright with a million questions. "And why is that? What makes them so special?"

Caesar's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Because, little one, they are the result of my own genius. A proprietary blend of compounds that I alone have perfected."

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his passion for his work. It was clear that, beneath his arrogant exterior, Caesar was deeply committed to his research. And, in a way, you admired that.

Hours had dragged on, he was still speaking, lost in complex arrays of numbers that no longer meant anything to you. You were barely listening anymore. Hell, who were you kidding, you’d lost track of his explanations ages ago. He was so pretty, the excitement in his eyes made his whole face light up.

You downed the remnants of your glass, trying to come back to reality.

“Say, Caesar, do you like women?” The words left your mouth without your mind registering. Fucking liquid courage. Your heart sank as you awaited his teasing, the unsteady rhythm loud in your ears.

He froze.

Oh.

That was a nice expression on his face. Blushing and wide-eyed. You wondered if it would be the same if you made him cum. Would he whimper and beg as your fingers tightened around his cock? Gods, now you just HAD to know.

“M-me?” He stuttered instinctively slumping to the floor, the chains at his wrists rattling as he pointed to himself.

Your mouth curved into a sly smirk. You leaned forward, then stood up. For once you towered over him. You reached out to his jawline in a fleeting touch, tracing his chin, tilting his face so he looked at you. You stepped closer, feet between his legs, eyes blown by lust as you met his gaze, impulse taking over your very being. You knew this was a shitty idea, but who cared.

“I don’t see anyone else here, Caesar,” you were close now, your breath almost mingling with each other’s. “You can stop me if you want.” Your hand danced lower, his throat bobbing against cool fingers. “I won’t mind.”

But he didn’t stop you.

You placed a chaste kiss against his cheek, then his lips, giving him all the time in the world to oppose.

“What do you say, Caesar?” You cocked your head to the side, inviting him in.

His breath hitched, then his laughter started to nervously echo off the walls, gaining confidence with each chuckle. He leaned into you, his whispery laughter touching your mouth as the glint in his gaze slowly matched your hunger.

Your lips met his once again, silencing him with a yearning you hadn't realized was simmering beneath the surface. His laughter melted into a raspy moan as he responded eagerly, moving against you in a desperate dance of desire. Your tongue dragged along him, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his lower lip, begging for more.

Your tongues tangled. You lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the taste of him intoxicating, a heady blend of scientific brilliance and bad decisions. Everything about him was massive in comparison to you, he was filling your mouth in ways that were unknown to you. It was nearly overwhelming, and it would be were he not so hesitant.

Your fingers tangled in his hair almost roughly as you leaned into him. The chains at his wrists rattled as his hands went to your waist, gloved digits inching up your shirt. That wouldn’t do. You wanted, no, needed, to feel his skin against yours. You pulled away, lidded gaze tracking the strand of saliva that connected the both of you for a moment.

“So pretty,” you whispered, your hands leaving his hair, traveling down his chest, pushing aside fabric, his coat dropping off of his shoulders, catching at the crease of his elbows. Your hands went to his, still at your side, and brought them to your face. They were so fucking big, long fingers dwarfing your own. You placed a soft kiss to his palm before biting on the tip of his glove and tugging it off.

His gaze never strayed from yours, his pupils blowing larger with each passing moment. You tugged off the second glove and settled them back to where they’d been, flesh finally meeting flesh. It made you want to roll your eyes in satisfaction, melt into him. But gods, you needed more. So much more.

The tips of your fingers slowly teased the hem of your shirt up before discarding it in a quick motion, your bra unashamedly following suit.

You dropped to your knees. You silently cursed the sea stone shackles preventing you from stripping him fully. Your hand traveled up his thigh, fabric bunching as your nails dug in slightly. He gasped, eyes blown with lust as you roamed closer to the extremely obvious tightness in his jumpsuit. Your other hand settled on his heart for a fleeting moment, savoring the subtle beat beneath your palm. Ever so slowly your fingers wrapped against the zipper tab, dragging it down and revealing pale skin.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you traced along his v-line, relishing the shudder in his breath as you palmed his hard-on through his underwear.

“Already so hard?” You teased, inching the elastic of his boxers down, freeing his cock. The hand you had on his thigh went to his hand and guided it to your breast, urging him to pinch and squeeze. “Who knew you were so desperate, Caesar Clown?” You brushed a bead of precum over his tip before wrapping your fingers around him.

Fuck he was big. Your fingers couldn’t close around him. You brought your other hand to his cock, twisting in opposite directions as you worked him up and down tantalizingly slow.

“Fuck,” he moaned, arching his back and bucking his hips in a frantic attempt for more.

The blush on his cheeks, his parted lips, the way his body steadily unraveled beneath your touch, it all sent an intense desire between your legs. You smiled, squeezing a little harder as you traveled to his tip. A whimper escaped him and it tasted sweeter than honey to your ears. His hand dropped from your breast to your waist, then to your thigh and to your core. The tips of his fingers found your soaked underwear, pushing it to the side and meeting your slick.

You felt him trace your slit, the pad of his thumb circling your clit as he entered two fingers into you, pumping in and out slowly. For an instant your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your breath catching in pleasure. They felt so different from yours, stretching you and reaching to places you couldn’t. Your hands stuttered in their movement.

His laughter touched your ears. “You’re quite desperate yourself, little one,” he stated between two grunts.

You smirked, your attention brought back to him. The cheeky bastard. You picked a faster pace, each stroke precise as you sought to make him eat his words.

He broke into a wanton moan, his fingers stopping inside of you at the overwhelming sensation. Your hips rolled in tandem, instinctively searching for your own release. It wasn’t enough to get you off but the way your clit grazed on his palm, smearing arousal all over his hand made your breath shudder along his.

“So good for me.” You brushed against his tip, gathering more precum still leaking from him, coating him, your palms slick as you continued with more fervor.

His hips thrust up, trying to match your pace, mewls and incomprehensible begs escaping his lips. His body convulsed as he came, thick ropes of cum spilling onto his abdomen. You didn’t stop, maintaining the strokes up and down his cock, prolonging his orgasm. One of your hands left him to rejoin his hand at your core, increasing the pressure of his palm against your clit as you rutted against him.

He was still in his high as you bent down, slowly licking the cum from his stomach, hips rolling against his hand, fucking yourself shamelessly. “You’re unusually silent, Caesar,” you said as you moved up, cleaning ever so thoroughly, cum salty on your tongue. “Who knew it was this easy to shut you up.”

It seemed to flip a switch in him as he finally came back to reality. His fingers picked up their work, his laughter strong as he rejoiced in the needy mewls escaping your lips. You didn’t mind, if it brought him the illusion of control, you’d let him indulge.

He was so big, and while you were already dripping you’d need to be wetter for this to work. You eyed the way his mouth twisted into a condescending smile, your walls twitching around his fingers at the sight. “Is that pretty mouth of yours good at something other than explaining your research?” You hinted none too subtly at what you wanted.

His laughter became manic at your suggestion. His tongue passed his lips and you mewled and bucked against him, desperately trying to chase your high. Two of your fingers joined his inside you, the stretch so divine that your other hand shot to his chest, nails digging into him looking for purchase.

“Why don’t you explain to me exactly what you want, little one.” He increased the pressure against your clit, fingers inside you working in a come-hither motion. You were so fucking close. You pushed against his chest, instructing him to lie down and he did, leaning back unto his elbow.

“I want your tongue, Caesar,” you panted, your vision feeling blown out from pleasure. “I want your face between my thighs as I ride that clever tongue of yours.”

The speed of his thumb against the bundle of nerves increased as he felt the rhythm of your hips stutter. “Is that all you want? How about you come on my fingers first, little one, then I’ll drink from that pretty cunt of yours.”

Oh gods, that sounded heavenly. You hadn’t expected such words out of him, his hesitation entirely gone. Your hand left his at your core, plastering itself on your mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans escaping you.

“Please,” you begged ever so close, hips stuttering. He laughed, the sound sending you over the edge. Your body went taut as you came, thighs closing tightly around his hand.

His fingers left your heat when it became too much. You looked at him as he picked you up by the waist, dragging you close to his face as he settled himself down on the wooden floor.

You took him on the invitation, quickly discarding your ruined panties to the side and straddling him, grip tangling in his hair as you eagerly awaited the feeling of his mouth. The metal of his cuffs was cold against your flushed skin as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, your skirt rising to your waist as he lowered you slowly to him.

His tongue circled your clit leisurely at first, the sensation slightly too sharp after your orgasm. Then his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves and he began to suck and the moan that you let out was so loud that you prayed that everyone on board was well and asleep in their bunks by now. Your hands shifted, looking for balance as your thighs trembled, fingers gripping the base of his horns.

The moan he let out at the sensation was just as loud and depraved as yours. You heard his hips buck into nothing as you started fucking his face brashly. His tongue darted in you and you felt so full. You hadn’t realized it was so long and thick. He was hitting all the right places, drinking you in desperately. His nose caught on your clit and your thighs instinctively sought to close at the overstimulation, but his hands held you steady and he redoubled his pace.

Everything seemed shaky and blurry around you, your breathing uneven and struggling between the mewls and begging flowing out of your lips.

“Caesar,” you chanted, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. Your toes curled as your high approached dangerously. “I’m going to come, please.”

And you came. Hard. He continued to lick and suck as your vision filled with white and you cried in ecstasy. As the movements of his tongue bordered into overstimulation you backed away, sitting on his heaving chest, his own pants matching yours.

Your gazes met and you smiled, satisfaction clear on your expression. “Are you going to be a good boy and let me fuck you, Caesar?” You asked, shifting down slowly. You grabbed his cock, lining yourself to him. His lips parted in a shaky exhale, thick with anticipation. “Caesar?” You demanded again when he didn’t answer.

“Gods, yes, little one,” he breathed out in a shaking voice.

You smirked, lowering yourself, the tip of his cock stretching you out. “So good,” you whimpered, your head rolling back, taking him further and further.

His hips twitched, and you pressed down on him, stopping the movement and giving him a warning look. “Be patient for me, Caesar,” you moaned as his hands found your thighs, nails digging into plush flesh in restraint.

He was so big, the stretch was almost painful but the ecstasy of having him sheathed inside you was addictive. “Fuck, Caesar,” you mewled as you rolled you hips. “I wish those shackles were off.” You found a steady rhythm, pace quickening in search of rapture. “I bet you could control so much, control the oxygen around,” you stuttered in pleasure. “Choke me just enough as you’d fuck me good, hm?”

He groaned at the idea, his moans matching yours, the heat in his gaze blazing hot at the words spilling out of your mouth. He brought his hands to your throat, answering your desperate pleas. He was speechless as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock, the sight divine as his fingers tightened perfectly around you.

You keened and mewled, lightheaded and oh so close to your release.

So good.

It was so fucking good.

“That’s right, little one,” you heard him encourage you through the curtains of pleasure dominating your mind. His hips met yours, chasing his own pleasure.

Your walls twitched around him and you sobbed out him name, tears staining your flushed cheeks as you came around him. The world was slowly disappearing, darkness on the edge of your vision as rapture took over your very being.

You distantly felt him come inside you, thick hot spurts against your womb. His thrusts became shallow and his hold on you slackened, letting you fall over his chest, damp skin meeting damp skin.

It took you a while to come back to reality, the steady rhythm of his heart almost bringing you to slumber. You slowly shifted, hot seed dripping down your thigh but his arms wrapped around you and brought you back against him.

You giggled, feeling giddy as his fingers gently traced the curve of your spine. His laughter mixed with yours and all seemed perfect in that moment.

Fuck that was good. You thanked the gods above that you had quite the voyage before you. There was no way you could ever get enough of this.

Masterlist

[loriannbowman]

The Day Before We Parted Ways | Tragedy Boothill Smut Fic

Notices: I can't find Boothill's given name, so I'm calling him Colt. It's said his name, in some language, translates to "Loaded Gun." Boothill POV

Song while writing:

Warnings: Tragedy, Sex, Strong Language, Fem!Reader, Biting, Death, Vaginal Sex, Consensual Sex, Fingering, Oral (Fem Receiving)

Minors DNI

I don't know if you wanna read this but @postmoe I love you bb

Get ready Ladies, Lads and Lassoes, prepare of one hell of a ride.

SAVE A HORSE-- *gets punched in the throat*

He knew he was in love the moment he laid his eyes upon her. Hair that blew in the wind as she stood there, holding her dress down, standing in the middle of a wheat field. Her back was facing him. The strong, insatiable urge to walk towards her was driving his footsteps forwards.

"Uh... Miss?"

She turned around, showing Colt her beautiful face. A cute nose, soft lips, bright eyes, pretty lashes. The way her hair framed her face. He could almost feel his heart stop in his chest.

"Yes? Can I help you, sir?"

Oh, god, her voice. It sounds like heaven to his ears. He knew someone out there would think otherwise, but not to him. She was beautiful, perfect. All he wanted to do was sweep her off her feet and carry her away. Colt was tongue tied. He couldn't figure out what words were at this moment.

"Sir?" she called again.

Snapping himself out of his stare, how rude of him, he clears his throat before speaking.

"Uh... You seemed kinda lonesome, standin' there all by yerself. Is... uh- everythin' alright?"

The woman's eyes grow large before a smile presses upon her lips.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm perfectly alright." She smiles.

"I haven't seen ya 'round here before. Ya' new here? Where ya' from?"

She lets out a soft chuckle.

Damn... her voice was so soft..

Colt could feel the palms of his hands and the back of his neck sweating from nerves... No... it was definitely just the noon day sunlight. He's perfectly fine.

"Yes, I'm new here. My family just came from the north east a few days ago. I just wanted to look around here. I assume you're a resident of this town?"

Colt puffs his chest, chin up.

"That's right, miss! Name's Colt. I've lived here fer all of my life, as far as I know..." he whispers the last part.

Another beautiful, heart stopping giggle escapes her lips, and a faint blush builds up on his face. He can't help but place his hand upon his heart.

"May I have yer name, miss?"

"Of course. My name's (Y/n)."

"Well, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady," Colt says, winking.

Colt tries his best to appear as strong and handsome as any woman would want.

The young woman shows a bashful expression, covering her face behind her hand.

"You're very kind sir, and not so bad lookin' yourself."

Colt really thinks he might have died and gone to heaven right on the spot. She was flirting back with him.

"W-Well, uh, fuck... I, uh... really like the compliment. Ahem, w-where do ya live? I'd like to get to know my neighbors."

Colt could feel his face become entirely red. The best he could do was cover his face with his hair and hat.

A smirking smile crosses (Y/n)'s lips. She snatches up Colt's hand in her's.

"Come on, cowboy, it's this way~"

***

Seasons seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Colt had already spent two years of his life with (Y/n) and one year with his baby girl, Laura.

Colt and (Y/n) were out walking when they found the poor babe abandoned in an old, rotting shack. They both agreed to adopt and take care of the sweet little thing together.

Within that year of Laura's adoption, Colt finally proposed to (Y/n), who luckily for him, said yes. The wedding was a beautiful thing, baby Laura was the flower girl, being held by her grandpa Graey, dressed in the cutest dress by her grandpa Nick. Once the vows were said, Colt couldn't hold back from a passionate kiss.

"I love you, so fuckin' much, baby~"

(Y/n) rests her head upon Colt's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

"I love you too."

***

“Laura’s such a big girl. She’s already starting to walk,” (Y/n) sighs, leaning her head into Colt’s shoulder, wedding dress hiked up around her thighs.

"I know..." Colt says with a blush, running his fingers down the skin of his newly wedded wife's legs, feeling the soft skin against his. "I wonder how quickly she'll learn that little guitar I made her too."

"If it works," (Y/n) teases.

"Hey!"

A melodious laugh rings through the house as she snuggles deeper into her husband's warm body. She strokes her fingers down his exposed chest. The first thing Colt did when he brought her inside and laid her down was unbutton his annoying dress shirt.

"You know I love you," (Y/n) says with soft smile.

A blush overcomes Colt's face.

"Yeah... I do."

"Do you love me?"

"So fuckin' much."

"Then you should kiss me."

Colt looks at his wife with a smirk growing on his pale lips. He grabs her hand and kisses the back of it.

"With pleasure, my lady~"

He kiss her knuckles, then the back of her hand, then her wrist, and continues upwards until he reaches her collar bone. His tongue then gently laps at (Y/n)'s slightly sweaty skin, tasting her scent before biting down. It wasn't hard enough to hurt too badly, but strong enough to leave a mark that claimed this woman was his wife, his lover. He needed no one else but her, and Laura of course.

A soft whimper escapes his wife's throat, managing to cause a shock of excitement to shoot through his whole body, quickly targeting his loins.

Colt wraps his arms his wife, forcing her to come even closer to his body. He kisses deeper into her neck, causing bruises to form. Another soft moan escapes her lips before she forces her hands between the two of them.

"Colt..." she whispers out, "What about Laura?" We haven't put her to bed yet."

Colt lets his head lull forwards, cocking his head to the side and looking up at his wife through fluffy hair.

"Yer right, babe. I'll be quick as lightnin'."

Colt gives another kiss upon (Y/n)'s cheek before getting up. There, on the other set of cushioned chairs, their daughter rests, head lulled back, mouth open, drooling and snoring. Colt and (Y/n) can't help but chuckle and the former picks up the baby.

"I'll meet you in our room," (Y/n) says, also getting up and moving through the house like a ghost, all dressed in white with reddened lips.

Colt's heart can't help but beat faster in his chest as he holds Laura in his arms, the soft sound of her snoring the only thing overpowering his his own heart. He strokes her hair with his calloused fingers, feeling the fluff as silky as a cat's fur.

Opening Laura's room, Colt carries her over to her bed, tucking her in. He takes off her small, white shoes, and undoes her pink flower dress. Finally he pulls the blanket over her tiny body before pressing a kiss upon her forehead.

"Goodnight, sugar. Papa loves you so very much."

As silently as he can, Colt tiptoes out of the room and closes her door.

With a soft sigh, Colt makes his way down the hall to his now shared bedroom. Coming into the doorway, he see (Y/n) laying across the bed, hair spread around her, her dress already long gone.

"I've been waiting, cowboy~" she coos.

A flush washes over Colt's face. This was the first time since he met (Y/n) that he's blushed this hard. He coughs lightly to clear his throat.

"Pardon me, Ma'am, I didn't mean to keep a lady waitin'."

Colt steps through the door, closing it behind them while unfastening the last of his buttons. He carelessly tosses aside his shirt. His hands quickly dart to his belt, unbuckling it with a loud clinking sound. Unzip and unbutton before he lets his trousers fall to the ground. Nothing left but his knickers. Another wave of embarrassment washes over his body, causing not just his face, but his ears and shoulders to redden.

Gazing up, his eyes meet (Y/n)'s. Her eyes seem to sparkle in the dark light. She raises a seductive hand and beckons Colt over towards her. With faux confident strides, he approaches the woman who captured his heart.

"Now, where did I leave off," he mutters into her ears.

He nibbles at the lobe of her ear, causing a giggle to fill the room. Colt lowers his biting towards the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too, Colt," she moans out, hands wrapping around her husband's neck once again.

One of her hands travels down the Colt's front, tracing over every muscle and every scar that litters his body.

"I married a good one," she says softly, a gentle smile on her lips.

"I can say the same thing sweetheart. Now, let me take care of you."

Colt pushes (Y/n) down onto the bed, entrapping her with his arms. Colt's hair falls around his face, causing a shadow to encapsule both of them together.

Colt presses his palms on the sides of (Y/n)'s hips, spreading warmth against her skin. He rubs them up and down gently, trying his best to get his wife as comfortable as he can. His message grows larger with every pulse, falling lower and lower every time while returning back straight to her hips.

(Y/n) lets out a soft sigh, feeling at ease with her husband's touch. She coos, trying to entice her husband to do more.

Finally, when his hands reach down far enough, down towards her ankles, Colt moves up her nightdress, lifting it in one quick motion over her body, leaving her completely baren to him. His face has never been so red and his eyes has never seen anything so beautiful.

"N-Now, babe... Just so ya know... This is my first time... S-So I don't really know what I'm doin'... Do tell me if I ever hurt you... 'kay?"

(Y/n) lets out a soft hum, a sweet smile on her face.

"Don't worry, this isn't just your first, it's our first."

Colt can't help but sweat slightly, more nervous than ever. This was his first. This was her first. This was their first... He had to do this right.

Colt, with a new found determination and motivation, regrabs her hips. This time, however, brings her closer to his body. Colt sits on his knees while (Y/n) lays on her back, her privets pressed firmly against his pelvis.

Colt places his palm against the flat of her chest before caressing his fingers down until he reaches her clit. He strokes it gently, causing a soft jolt to be sent through (Y/n)'s body. She gasps at the reaction that pulses through her.

"Y'all right?"

(Y/n) moans.

"More..."

Colt gasps a breath. Biting his lip, he touches his wife's bud once again, tickling the nerves inside. Another great moan escapes his wife's lips. These sounds only cause Colt to become excited. He feels himself growing aroused, anxious for what's to come.

The cowboy takes his other hand and drags it down, skipping past (Y/n)'s clit and instead, teasing the entrance of her vulva. His fingers trace around the lips like fingering around the rim of a cup. Colt's insides feel like their buzzing, the anxiety building up higher as his nerves grow.

Carefully, he pokes one finger inside, feeling the hot, velvety insides of his wife's pussy. His finger was instantly coated in a thin, clear liquid.

"A-Ah~!" she gasps.

He could feel fire building within both of them.

Colt ever so carefully, begins to pump his finger, grinding the pad against the wall, feeling the hot flesh squish underneath it. He can't help but gasp, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation.

Colt leans over, leaving his hands inside her and against her clit, and presses his chest against his wife's. His gently rubs the tip of his nose over his wife's in a sense of intimacy. Colt leans into a kiss, feeling the steaming saliva mix with his. He groans, feeling his member press against the plush of (Y/n)'s bottom. They're hot breath seem to become one as they press further into one another.

"I love you," Colt says through a mouth full of his lover's tongue.

His teeth lightly graze against the bumps of (Y/n)'s tongue, attempting to drink up her entirety.

(Y/n) can only moan out in a responds, feeling Colt add two more fingers into her, not giving her a chance to breathe.

Colt's fingers steadily grow faster, pressing deep into all the spongy innards. His fingers flex, spread and release in rapid succession that all his wife could do was wrap her arms around his back and dig into his muscle.

In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out faster and faster and faster.

His other hand presses harder into her clit, rubbing circles round and round, feeling the slick escaping (Y/n)'s pussy contaminating his other hand. The heated liquid only adding to his finger's rapid and messy movements.

"A-Ah~ AHHH~!" her voice was pitchy and broken.

(Y/n)'s legs cling around Colt's strong waist. She was feeling a heat that was so unfamiliar to her. Tears begin to spring form her eyes as she can do nothing but cry out her pleasure.

"C-COLT!" she cries out.

Colt presses his chest against hers, feeling her try to arch her back as her legs extent into a point, toes spreading. Her body quivers under his, hot, sticky sweat binding them together like melted wax. Colt can feel her breath against his ear, her chest rising and falling against his.

"C-Colt... Ahh~"

His fingers continued to pump in and out of her, but slower now, helping her through her orgasm. The sticky feeling against his fingers was slightly thicker now. His hot breath escapes his lips as he sits up once again, looking at the mess his darling wife made. He can't help but smile, mouth open as he tries to calm himself.

His fingers, barely left inside (Y/n)'s pussy, are now soaked in a creamy white substance, slightly tacky as he plays with it with his thumb.

"That's my good girl."

Something enters Colt's mind.

I wanna taste it.

Letting into those thoughts, he brings the cream to his tongue, having a first taste of what he might consider ambrosia. His eyes blow out wide at the taste. It's a mixture of her natural musk, a salty taste, and what he can only assume, is the natural taste of her slick filled cunt.

The buzzing sensation inside him only grows stronger, thoughts of her taste clouding his mind.

In a strike of lightning, his hands grasp the sides of her hips one against and drags her further up his chest, getting her dripping cunny closer to his face. He takes no hesitation into dragging his tongue along her plush vulva, the reddened lips covered in a rich slick.

Colt's eyes roll into the back of his head. Her scent and taste was overpowering all of his senses. His muscle tongued deeper into her her pussy. He licks and licks and licks and licks and licks and-

"A-Ah! C-Colt! P-PleASE!" (Y/n) cries out.

However, Colt can't hear her, not right now, when he's completely lost within her.

One of his hand goes back to her clit, beginning to reproduce those sweet sounds that little buttons makes.

Colt's mind is spinning so fast he might just pass out.

Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick

He puckers his lips, trying his best to slurp up her body. He nibbles on her vulva, drinking the slick, licking her walls. It was all so much. His hand that clings onto her hip digs deep into her flesh, probably hard enough to leave a bruise.

Colt lets out a groan that reverberates into her folds, his adam's apple bobbing against the seam of her neathers. Her bottom inwardly puckers, clinging around his face, nearly cutting off Colt's airway. Not that he currently cares about that.

The heat of his breath fans over (Y/n)'s lips, causing more heat, more moisture, more sex.

"Fuuuuuck," Colt curses into her body, only causing more vibrations, vibrations shooting up her pelvis and deep into her core.

"AGH-!" she chokes as she tries her best to keep her heart from exploding. "C-Olt! MmhH! M-MORE PLEASE!" she begs.

(Y/n)'s hot hands jump onto Colt's hair, gripping it tightly by the roots, trying to find anything to hold her here, in the conscious world.

Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick

(Y/n) twists her ankles around themselves, making a tight link around Colt's head.

Colt's cock grows harder and warmer with every squeal from her throat, precum drenching his underwear, leaving dark stains dripping down the entirety of the thin fabric.

The pressure keeps pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and-

"AGH! AHHH~! AhhHHH~!"

(Y/n) squeezes the tightest she can against Colt's head, who can only respond with a grumble and moan as more of her cum drips into in longing mouth, coating his tongue in the thick essence.

(Y/n)'s body collapses, going completely relaxed. She's panting heavily, sweat stinking up her whole body. Colt's head rolls back, eyes looking even further back as he tries to catch his breath. His tongue has a mind of its own and continues to lick his lips, trying to taste every last drop.

Colt's eyes refocus themselves, staring up at the ceiling with heavy pants escaping his slick covered mouth. He then rolls his head forward, standing on his knees, looking down at her vulnerable body. Her hand gently placed against her heavily beating heart.

"Oh, babe... You... taste fuckin' good. But, I ain't done yet. I still need," he says between pants, "your body filled with my baby."

Colt collapses forwards, back into the starting position they were originally in. His arms around her head, the only thing supporting him from crushing her under his muscular weight. His drool drips down his chin as he breathes like a hungry deprived animal. In a split second, he lunges forwards, biting down on her already bruised neck, sucking and drinking up her sweat and scent and sex.

God, she tastes good.

Colt's erection couldn't possibly grow anymore painful. He lets her neck go before gritting his teeth, fishing his cock out from his underwear. It's soaked in its own precum, its almost as slippery as his wife's sweet cunt.

He looks one last time into (Y/n)'s dizzy eyes, sending a silent message, a silent question.

She nods.

An open mouth grin grows on his face as he aligns the tip of his cock against the entrance of her body. His face flinches, and his eyes dart to (Y/n)'s face. Her face is scrunched, trying to deal with the excess stimulation.

"Alright, baby... I'm goin' in three... two..."

He pushes himself all the way in.

"ONE! GAH! You're so fuckin' tight... I really did get a good woman, the best in the entire world," he grunts out, idly humping into her.

(Y/n) has a hand over her mouth, trying her best to suppress the screams she wishes to cry out. It hurt so much, but felt so so good.

"MMMhh... I'mma..." he pants, "start movin' now. 'Kay, babe?"

Through teary eyes, (Y/n) once again nods her head, wrapping her arms around her lover. Her nails dig into his flesh even deeper this time, probably going to leave shallow scars.

"Alright... Here we go..."

Colt slowly draw his member out until the very tip is left inside before slowly pushing back inside. He starts to repeat this motion over and over. His breathing becomes laboured slightly, but he doesn't care. His hips start to move faster without his thought or input. Faster and faster and faster.

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

A heavy knot begins to tie itself in the loins of Colt, feeling the need to tighten this knot as much as he can. He can't just stop here, not when he needs to satisfy his wife. What kind of man would he be then?

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

(Y/n) could feel herself growing tight and pinch once again. A strain passing through her body with laboured breaths. Her tongue lulls out of her mouth, panting like a dog in heat. She bucks her hips into Colt's deep thrust. She whimpers and squeaks at the feeling building up inside her once again.

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

Colt's breathing gets even faster, and his thrusts grow slopping, letting slick spill out of (Y/n)'s cunt. Sometimes his ruts are so messy, he falls out, having to quickly put himself back inside. Sweat drips down his forehead and onto the sheets beneath him. He presses his forehead against her, noses gently brushing against one another.

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

He opens his eyes, locking them with (Y/n)'s. A deep set connection, one not felt in their sex, but in their hearts, in their souls. Even with the thick and rough ruts, Colt presses the gentlest kiss upon his beautiful wife's lips.

"I love you," he whispers.

"Mm..." she moans out quietly, "I... I love you too."

With a deep yet gentle kiss-

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

Colt lets out a soft groan

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

Letting all the pressure that builds up inside him

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

In and out in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and-

Release...

He cums. He cums as much as he can head leaning back as he bucks wildly. His cum fills up her body, filling her womb, her pussy, dripping out her folds.

In and out... in and out... in...

His high was short, but felt so good. His body quivers before collapsing. He makes sure to fall onto the side of his wife as to not crush her.

Through messy hair, he locks eyes with (Y/n), and a smile is all he can express, breathing heavily through his smile. (Y/n) rolls all the way over onto her side, staring lovingly into Colt's eyes. She smiles, tears running down her face as she can't help but let out nervous and giddy giggles escape her. Colt can't help but giggle like a child too. Tears. Big, fat, and glossy tears drip down the sides of both of their faces as they kiss once more.

Colt, finally feeling the exhaustion catching up with him, wraps his arm around (Y/n)'s waist, pulling her into him before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, baby."

A sigh escapes both of them

"Goodnight, my beautiful cowboy."

***

He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that his heart had stopped, tears of sadness rolling down his face. Fire and bombs rained down from the sky, leaving nothing but a burnt surface. By the time he made it out of the IPC ship, it was too late. All of them. All of them were gone. Dead.

He didn't know what would have been worse, not finding them... or what stand right before him.

Nearly incognizable was his wife, six months pregnant with their baby. Laura's skin was melted with (Y/n)'s as they were in their eternal final embrace as mother and daughter. Colt could only collapse to his knees, mouth agape, tears silently rolling down his face and onto the burnt corpses.

Then he felt it. His fist was in a tight clench and all he could do was-

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

-scream. He could only scream, tearing at his hair, his fingers digging deeper into his beating skull. He was so angry. No. Not angry. Not furious. He was in wrath. He swore he would destroy every single person who did this to his home, his friends, his family.

Colt looks up to the sky, the world now raining in its own mourning. In the distance he could still see those ships that those men in the black clothes arrived in. He glared at them, resented them with so much hatred that he could only feel his body burning up.

"I'll find you. And you'll be dead."

***

Boothill jumps awake, metallic hands gripping the seats of the Astral Express. He only wanted to take a little shut down nap to help recharge himself. Everyone else was in their own rooms and Pom Pom was busy cleaning the other cars, leaving Boothill all alone. Boothill touched his face. Tears. It had been a long long time since their deaths... So, why now? Boothill clutches his head before silently sobbing into the darkness...

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succession finale thoughts!

romangerri:

i don’t know if any tv show has ever given me as much of a stomachache as this episode, oooooooooof!!! the STRESS. (but honestly, the stomachache was 100% just suspense over whether gerri and roman would ever interact again. everything else, i was very zen about.)

gerri in the video radiantly reciting a dirty limerick like a roman daydream come true and roman watching her fondly!!!!! ugh!!!!! that was so schmoopy, especially for this show!!! he still loves her (not that that’s news)!!!!! and him panicking and losing it at the very sight of her and really feeling the crushing weight of his potential that she so believed in because she could have got him there!!!!!!!!!!! she also gave him a couple little not-hateful looks that might have even been sort of nice or concerned or at least ... okay, and i will cling to those for the rest of my life. but i’m so, so sad we never got to see them talk to each other again. OOF.

i have the most hope for roman just because he wound up self-aware enough to see the reality of the situation. jesse armstrong might think you’ll be a sad guy in a bar forever, but to me, there is nowhere for you to go but up, bb. and into the arms of your woman.

i hate the idea of gerri sticking with the company with tom as the ceo just because her disdain for tom was so strong; putting up with logan was one thing, putting up with roman was another even, but TOM????? tom, getting his melancholy everywhere?? however, i think it’s probably too idealistic of me to suggest that she’d turn it down for that reason. but also, maybe she would? isn’t she tired of idiot men yet??? doesn’t she want to go to the g.d. south of france already???? like, the contrast of the old camaraderie in the video of the party with logan with, like, the stupid dudebro tech culture of mattson ... ugh, i just don’t want gerri to be up in that mess! i want her to reject tom! and stand in solidarity with karl & frank! GIRL, IT’S TIME TO RETIRE!!!!!!! in any case: gerri being un-fireable remains hilarious.

gerri not really having any lines in the actual events of the ep = thumbs down forever. NOPE!

however.

roman martini-pining for gerri as his very last act onscreen.

dear GOD.

AAAAAAAH.

though i’m sure the intention of canon is for their relationship to be over forever, it was so wobbly in its over-ness that i’m pretty pleased. i do think it’s in a place where it can be very patched up in fanfic in a way that’s still canon-compliant. hell, she might roll up to that very bar and order another martini and keep him company and be like, “uh, babe, why is that cut on your forehead burst open???”! anything goes! forever! whoohoo, ao3!

i’m so relieved this is over!!!!!!!!!!

THEIR SCENE AT THE FUNERAL WAS INDEED THEIR LAST EVER SCENE AND IT GOT CUT, CLEARLY FOR MAXIMUM PAIN AND ESTRANGEMENT REASONS, AND I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT FOREVERMORE. jesus. will some rebellious intern just edit it back into the episode for me?

in my head they will make up tho. 💗 let the era of fix-it fics begin!

other stuff:

the sibling moments!!!!!! the rollercoaster!!!!! it’s funny how when they were getting along, i believed as much as they did that they HAD IT! and then watching them fall back into the old patterns ... it was that thing this show does best, condensed into one episode of agony. amazing acting, amazing chemistry!

ken starting to get physically abusive toward roman with the crushing hug and then smooshing his face!!!!! when before he stuck up for roman against their father’s abuse. jesus christ. :(

the contrast between the scene in the kitchen and the scene in the conference room ............... OOF!

tom and greg having their little bitchy slap fight in the bathroom, lol. tom putting his little sticker on greg’s forehead, lol.

tom really did marry up! jeez.

conwilla: the not-long-distance era, because democracy shall prevail

even beyond the flawless beauty of limerick gerri (obviously the highlight forever <3), that whole video and the kids watching it?? the emotions!!!!!!

KENDALL IS THE OLDEST BOY!!!!!!!

this episode made me feel So Bad.

roman and gerri need a spinoff where they are just cute and silly. someone please get this happening for me.

[javiscigarette]

i read Teacher's Pet and i loved it!!! i adore the way they are with each other!!! you are so talented and i am in awe of what your writing does to me. i mean ofc it's hotter than hell and has us all giggling and wanting more. you're that good! it's also encouraging, and soothing. healing. your joel is so open and comforting. the way it's easy to be naked, emotionally and physically, in front of him, and the way he encourages reader, put her at ease, makes her laugh, is bringing a lot of comfort to me. i hope you know your fic is helping a lot of us feel proud of our body and the way we are, accepting even, little by little, and that is priceless to me. so, thank you for your beautiful words and for the feelings that will surely find home in my brain and remind me that i am good the way i am on days when i feel like i am lacking in everything and every single insecurity takes over. i'm sending you all the forehead kisses and boundless creative inspiration and all the time in the world to do what you love✨️🥹

ok so the sentimental part is over can we now talk about my favourite parts?

And it doesn't hurt that he's objectively attractive, with his tall and sturdy frame, strong, calloused hands, dark messy curls....It's not a bad idea.

It's an absolutely insane idea.

i was like YES BITCH!! I'M IN FULL SUPPORT!! SAY IT BB

"How drunk are you?" he asks, glancing at the beer bottle on the coffee table.

"You saw me finish one bottle. And half of another. I’m barely tipsy."

"Not drunk?”

"Nope."

"You're gonna remember this tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

"And you still want to?"

I LOVE HIM AND I'LL SCREAM ABOUT IT

It's nothing like the kisses in the movies or the books, where fireworks explode behind your eyelids or where your foot pops up in the air. It's far more subdued, more quiet and subtle. But the warmth that pools low in your belly and the goosebumps that erupt on your skin when his tongue slides against the seam of your lips, light and quick, makes you absolutely melt.

your writing!! it sure does make me melt

His lips find yours again, and you try not to smile into the kiss but it's hard when you can feel the way his lips are quirked up as well. It doesn’t take much else to get you to relax and let yourself fall into the moment, into the gentle press of his mouth and the warm hands on your hip and your cheek.

the number of times i reread this—

i would put more but i feel like this ask is getting too long and i don't wanna bother you and make you read a novel but their banter, every single instance of it is also my favourite

him being so soft and gentle with her while absolutely destroying ME is also my favourite

also, i hope you know we're putting you in JAIL for putting us in reader's shoes and letting us attend joel miller's sex class

excuse me while I FUCKING SOB OH MY GODDD!!!!!

not even exaggerating this is one the nicest things anyone has ever said to me in my entire life what the helll 😭😭😭😭

(had to add a cut bc I rambled a bit )

One of my main goals as a writer (aside from making everyone horny) is to create stories that readers can make genuine connections to and find pieces of themselves in. Hearing the impact that my silly little story has had on you, how my words have provided you with comfort, encouragement, and a positive reflection on self-acceptance is truly mind-blowing and so incredibly fulfilling. 🥹🥹😭

Thank you so much for taking the time to share your feelings and sentiments and your favorite parts of the story. You are truly such an angel. This seriously made my day (maybe my whole entire life??) and just like my stories for you, this message will stick with me to remember whenever I feel inadequate as a writer. It’s messages like these keep writers going. 🩷🩷🩷

Sending you so much love and I’ll see you at the next session of Mr. Miller's class 😉🩷

[candybowbeansies]

Let Them Go

warnings/notes: I'm in the mood for time skipping, heartbreak, regret, reunions, kinda slow burn('kinda' because theres a big time skip in this fic), angst with a bittersweet ending and a pinch of salt. Mentions of depression, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, sleepless nights, skipping meals, and workaholic tendencies. This is written in his POV, taking place some years after Enji ends it with you. Like it was mentioned in the first part, you decide to keep the bb(s, actually, they're identical twins ssob 😭). <3 I had to scrap and rewrite the entire thing several times, and I'm finally happy with this one! :3 My man is an absolute trainwreck--😭😭😭

I lied, I'm sorry-- inspo for Enji finally popped up and I wasn't about to let it slide through my fingers!

~Masterlist~

Tags: @annoyinglyloudcomputer

staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in his heart... </3

It's been months since the separation. Since he found out you were pregnant. Even now, he'd check his phone religiously for something-anything, from you.

But nothing ever came.

He prayed you'd give him one chance, and he'd try his damnedest, hell in high water, to become nothing but the best for you. No more fucking shit up.

But the rainy season came and went, in the blink of an eye. The nights became impossibly long, and soon enough, he'd taken to alcohol. With it, he'd finally get some damn sleep, without you invading his dreams. He'd wake up with a killer migraine, but he'd still trudge through work.

Work.

He'd work, work, work. Skipping meals, he'd work himself to the bone. He'd kept himself busy. He wondered how you were doing. He wondered if you thought of him like he thought of you. He had a special tone for you, so he'd know when you'd message him or call him. Because he foolishly hoped and prayed you'd contact him again.

Fall, winter...before he knew it, the rainy season came and went again. And again. And again.

As the years passed, the hole remains; time only numbing the pain. It wasn't until one day, when he least expected it, he saw you with two little ones a short distance away. He was roped into investigating a minor incident at a mall.

You were admonishing them. One was pouting, near tears, while their sibling was wailing in upset. His eyesight may not be as good as it used to, but those turquoise hues were downright unmistakable.

So you had twins?

A bittersweet feeling blooms in his chest. They must be quite the handful.

"Endeavor, sir?" another pro hero calls him out of his reverie. He doesn't even notice the uncharacteristic soft smile on his face. "Get on with it." he says, quick to continue with his work, stomping down the desire to walk up to you. He's the one that let you go.

As much as it hurt, he had no right. He had no idea just how much he'd loved you...until he foolishly chased you away. If you didn't so much as text him throughout these years, you didn't want anything to do with him, he'd convinced himself.

So he'd returned to the task at hand, finishing up the last of it, dread pooling in his stomach from merely being near you. He felt like he couldn't get away quick enough.

And really, he couldn't.

"Enji?"

When he heard your voice, a chill settled into his very bones. He turned to you-it's only been a few years, but you're more beautiful then ever.

The twins weren't crying anymore; instead they opted to stare up at him in awe. "I'm sorry." the words pass your lips, your apology irritating him. "No." he cuts you off before you can speak again, and you shrink back. He sighs.

He couldn’t do at least one fucking thing right, could he…?

He should start trying to right here.

"I'm..." he rumbles. Like a stubborn mule, he didn't know how much he needed you, all the way up until he let you go. "...the one who should be sorry." he says, the words bitter on his tongue, because they couldn't be truer.

The wobbly smile on your lips, the tears in your eyes.

"Can we talk?" you ask.

He knew you missed him.

"...yeah." he replies.

He missed you, too. This time...he won't fuck up.

[moonjxsung]

upon learning the term bedrotting i feel like 80% of my life has been just that. so i completely get it, i bedrot unless i absolutely need to go out (✨depression✨)

fr perv hanji brings out my past wattpad dramatic af 1D fic self. i love him, he also lives in my head rent free because the perv ji character just fits him soooo well. and that thing your ex did was super hanji coded too if he’s feeling especially confident. manifesting perv hanji everyday✨

choi minho, the man that you are. he’s also my baby, so pretty so hot and so nice😭 the greenest green flag to ever exist. i saw an article the other day bc someone accused him of being a bully in HS (and first off like wtf that man is like 30+yrs old, why you bringing up his hs life at this age). the thing is that his former classmates were like “wtf hell no, bro is obsessed with a soccer team that hasn’t one in 20 yrs, you really think he’s a bully?” 😭😂😂😂 they said that he used to get snsd autographs for his teachers and friends. literally an angel baby. also, ur minho dream, care to elaborate??👀

and frrrrr what’s up with these exes here? are you guys okay? i thankfully don’t think i ever had a situation like that with anyone, ex or not, and if i did, i def repressed it. but i always remember this situation a friend of mine was in. so she was my bestie for like all of high school (she dumped me for the church💔 my religious trauma fr) and she was in a band and one of her mates introduced her to this other guy who played guitar (conveniently, he was also really really good friends with my current bf at that time). anyways we were like 17 (my bf and i) and she was a year younger so 16. and we were just finishing our list of college applications, they saw each other randomly bc he auditioned for a band that she was in and he started texting her a lot and offering to take her to band practice (thankfully her parents were like overprotective so it never happened). mind you, he was born in 95 and she was 00. so if we were in like grade 11 or 12 he was like well into uni. so, she tells me that she’s going to this uni like three hours away from where i was going. and i’m like all happy and supportive and whatever and she’s just like “oh and _______ told me that he studies like 15minutes away from my campus so he said that i could go to his apartment and we could read comics” and i was just like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩and i told her that that was absolutely insane and reading comics def didn’t mean reading comics. so she got kinda mad and we stopped talking about him. and like a year later (she ended up not going to that uni), i stayed at her house once and she told me that he turned out to be a super sketchy guy. and she’s always been this really really physically beautiful person like main visual fr, but soooo naive, and shit like this happed so frequently. she once told me that in middle school, she was kinda dating a guy from 12th grade so she was like 13 and he was like 17-18🚩🚩🚩 so yeah, men suck. i’m thankful to have never experienced something like that or anything but im sure that my rbf and the paranoia and resistance my parents inflicted on me in terms of men helped.

so yeah, if there’s anything that the minors that sneak into ur blog should know is: that older guy that’s talking to you is 100% an absolute creep, pls stop talking to him🙏🏻

anyways bb, i hope you have soooo much fun watching the ateez coachella streaming!!! i will be with u @ heart bc im def watching it here, last week’s was really freaking awesome.

-🐈‍⬛

WE LOVE BEDROTTINGGGG my plans for tomorrow are just to bedrot bc this week was tiring as hell and my sister’s getting sick so I have preemptively planned to stay in and sleep as much as I physically can in between writing. I am so excited ‼️‼️

PLEASE something about perv Hanji just gets me GOING my ex is fucking trash but he did the most pervy shit sometimes and I just imagine it as Hanji au now to repress the bad memories 😭 I remember we were sexting @ thanksgiving dinner one year while he was literally sitting next to his entire family and he left the table to send me videos of him taking care of himself in the backseat of his car like if that’s not SO Hanji 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE. I would melt

THE MINHO THING PWLWAASSKKEKE I SAW THAT TOO AND I WAS LAUGHING SOOO HARD CHOI MINHO IS THE GREENEST FLAG EVERRRRR NO WAY YALL WANT TO PRETEND HE WAS A BULLY 😭😭 also my dream was v short lived BUT I dreamt that he had to go to work in my place for some reason and run some of my meetings for me and so we met up so he could give me business updates and we were just sitting so close to each other and laughing and getting zero work done LMFAO I remember thing “oh my god I have to fuck this man” PLSLSLWLEKEKSMJS HE’S SO FINE……….

Oh my god that story about your friend is insane 😭 that sucks that she ended up dropping you for the church (she’s missing out on the best friendship frfr) but I hope she’s gotten a little smarter about avoiding weird guys and sorta understanding the implications of what they say :/ my sister used to work at the movies when she was like 16 and one of her coworkers was this 25 year old weirdo who snapchatted her once inviting her to “watch marvel movies together” and we were instantly like OHHHH THAT’S NOT…….

Sagely words of advice from all of us here on stayblr stay away from older men w creep vibes AND don’t pursue anything with anyone who clearly isn’t over their ex 😀😀😀😀😀😀

ALSO BBY I JUST FINISHED COACHELLA STREAMING AAAAHQHWJSMSKS THEY SOMEHOW DID EVEN BETTER THAN LAST WEEK)????? HOWWW IS THAT POSSIBLE…, ALSO “GOLDEN HOUR” NEW COMEBACK IN SUMMER????? IM SO HYPED I LOVE ATEEZ SO MUCH FUCKKKK 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

I love you baby I hope you had the bestttt day !!!!!! 💓💖💘💗

[pedrospatch]

F and G!

thanks for asking bb <3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

This was from a fluffy pre outbreak!Joel fic I did and I just...UGH can you just imagine him saying that to you?! Like come on. I would die right there on the spot. I am super proud of coming up with something so beautiful even though I have never had anyone say something like this to me before lmao

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

answered here!

[shuckinbeanz]

Let Them Go

warnings/notes: I'm in the mood for time skipping, heartbreak, regret, reunions, kinda slow burn('kinda' because theres a big time skip in this fic), angst with a bittersweet ending and a pinch of salt. Mentions of depression, using alcohol as a coping mechanism, sleepless nights, skipping meals, and workaholic tendencies. This is written in his POV, taking place some years after Enji ends it with you. Like it was mentioned in the first part, you decide to keep the bb(s, actually, they're identical twins ssob 😭). <3 I had to scrap and rewrite the entire thing several times, and I'm finally happy with this one! :3 My man is an absolute trainwreck--😭😭😭

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~Masterlist~

Tags: @dynamightsdaydream , @izukusfreckle

staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in his heart... </3

It's been months since the separation. Since he found out you were pregnant. Even now, he'd check his phone religiously for something-anything, from you.

But nothing ever came.

He prayed you'd give him one chance, and he'd try his damnedest, hell in high water, to become nothing but the best for you. No more fucking shit up.

But the rainy season came and went, in the blink of an eye. The nights became impossibly long, and soon enough, he'd taken to alcohol. With it, he'd finally get some damn sleep, without you invading his dreams. He'd wake up with a killer migraine, but he'd still trudge through work.

Work.

He'd work, work, work. Skipping meals, he'd work himself to the bone. He'd kept himself busy. He wondered how you were doing. He wondered if you thought of him like he thought of you. He had a special tone for you, so he'd know when you'd message him or call him. Because he foolishly hoped and prayed you'd contact him again.

Fall, winter...before he knew it, the rainy season came and went again. And again. And again.

As the years passed, the hole remains; time only numbing the pain. It wasn't until one day, when he least expected it, he saw you with two little ones a short distance away. He was roped into investigating a minor incident at a mall.

You were admonishing them. One was pouting, near tears, while their sibling was wailing in upset. His eyesight may not be as good as it used to, but those turquoise hues were downright unmistakable.

So you had twins?

A bittersweet feeling blooms in his chest. They must be quite the handful.

"Endeavor, sir?" another pro hero calls him out of his reverie. He doesn't even notice the uncharacteristic soft smile on his face. "Get on with it." he says, quick to continue with his work, stomping down the desire to walk up to you. He's the one that let you go.

As much as it hurt, he had no right. He had no idea just how much he'd loved you...until he foolishly chased you away. If you didn't so much as text him throughout these years, you didn't want anything to do with him, he'd convinced himself.

So he'd returned to the task at hand, finishing up the last of it, dread pooling in his stomach from merely being near you. He felt like he couldn't get away quick enough.

And really, he couldn't.

"Enji?"

When he heard your voice, a chill settled into his very bones. He turned to you-it's only been a few years, but you're more beautiful then ever.

The twins weren't crying anymore; instead they opted to stare up at him in awe. "I'm sorry." the words pass your lips, your apology irritating him. "No." he cuts you off before you can speak again, and you shrink back. He sighs.

He couldn’t do at least one fucking thing right, could he…?

He should start trying to right here.

"I'm..." he rumbles. Like a stubborn mule, he didn't know how much he needed you, all the way up until he let you go. "...the one who should be sorry." he says, the words bitter on his tongue, because they couldn't be truer.

The wobbly smile on your lips, the tears in your eyes.

"Can we talk?" you ask.

He knew you missed him.

"...yeah." he replies.

He missed you, too. This time...he won't fuck up.

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Bubble(2022) - Movie

I just watched this movie last night and I honestly don't know how I feel????

I had randomly seen the trailer on youtube last year and the animation and art style grappled my attention. I immediately added to my "to watch" list but then a dying relative, a funeral, a shitty friend, a deferred project, starting a new phase of life, etc etc all happened and I forgot about it and th when I remembered I was not in the mood to be watching anything much less a movie and so I only watched it yesterday, 9.5 months after release.

I was right that the art and animation were absolutely stunning and the music was beautiful. However, plotwise, I'm still so lost. I feel like they took a 3 season series and condensed it into 1 movie. We get hints of background but no actual info on most of the supporting cast (one guy is on the main team and I think we hear his name like 2 or 3 times). I have so many questions about team BB and their background and how the hell they found each other. What's the deal with Kai & Hibiki?? At first I thought it was just like jealousy but then it's implied near the end that they had some kinda history. There are just so many loose ends because they tried to make the teammates important when they were more "just there for the plot" characters. Characters are super important to me so I did not like this but if you're like "I'm here for the plot only" then you might like this.

I feel like this had so much potential but it just left me wanting more in the end. This is a standalone movie though so there is no more and there is like... 10 fics for this fandom on AO3 and only 4 are in English. I need more of yall to watch this and write fanfic to process your emotions so I can process mine😂😂 Either that or my other works will have to go on pause until I write a nice post-canon Happily ever after fic. Kidding😂 unless....🤔

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

[orchidyoonkook]

My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

11. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

VIOLET HOLY SHIT???!!!??? Literally what did I ever do to deserve such amazing humans around me like??? What god am I in the favour of cuz I need to set up an alter for them rq:

Onto! (this is literally so long im so sorry)

DUDE. I'm on the ground 50 yards away from where i just was cuz thats how hard you've blown me away rn.

1. My favorite fic of yours: Under The Willow Tree, which I know you know, but I never get tired of talking about it. Every word of this fic is written on my heart. 💘

I love how much you love them. And I'm so very glad to have been able to have made something so special to you. It's truly my honour.

5. A fic of yours I haven't read but want to: I had just barely started TWWWBAATTA just before heading into my stormy period where I didn't do hardly any reading or writing. It was lovely and your JK is such a cutie and a knock-out, and I'm excited to continue it soon!

A stormy period??? Did I know about this and completely by accident flake on you??? I'm so sorry if I did. I'm always here I hope you know what. (And please pardon my god awful memory. Short term memory loss sucks so much.)

And never any pressure to read, but when and if you do I hope you enjoy!!! TWWWBAATTA is my brain baby. My first fic and by far the longest thing I've ever written. I love them so much and I hope you will to, but I also understand how daunting getting into a big series is, so literally no pressure at all. You've already been kind enough to me to last a life time <<33

8. What I most like about your writing: Firstly, your emphasis on nature and your use of it and its imagery to contribute to the feeling and setting of your plots and scenes. The way that you communicate beauty is really romantic and poetic and I DIG IT. Also, I feel like you are very confident in your characters and who they are - this comes across strongly in your writing and is something I greatly envy.

WHY IS IT MAKE YOON CRY NIGHT???!!!!!! Im sobbing. I'm facedown in my pillow. A walking waterfall of tears. I dont even know what or where the hell to begin with this. So i'll do what i do best and let my brain vomit on my creative process a lil bit:

i dont even realise i do this until after, the emphasis on nature and imagery and setting plots and scenes. But for me to understand a story, i need a place where i can see the characters, i need to know their place in that setting, and i need a bit of background that sets everything.

-> For UTWT, that was the solace of the tree in the shitty hometown for reader, a reader who's desperate to leave, why they want to leave, and then i give them something. in this case yoongi.

-> for TDWV that was the bar. Why a bar? it's where creatures of the night can go to destress becuase even they aren't always "on." and then why is reader there as a mortal, oh shes a bartender, but that gives her special priveledges with the other species becuase now they cant do anything to her, so shes safe. except for the one thing that disrupts her night. the one thing that goes bump in the night for her. and so how do i take that a step further? I make him obscenely powerful, so powerful that the people who kill her kind for fun are scared of him. And then to seal the deal? I make the big scary man care for the one thing he's supposed to see as less than dirt. I make her special. And you learn this all early on in the story. It cements the who what where when why and you learn the how as you go.

and then when im describing a setting and using things to cement the reality of my stories i go into almost a trance and literally insert myself into it to pick out the details. Visualization is something i've always had "a gift" for. It why i usually dont draw with references, and can look at something crafty and just "know" how to make it. So i guess thats how i do that.

-> like in UTWT. I am the tree and the reader and yoongi. I'm the wind around them and the pond watching them learn to love one another. I'm the motorcycle and the books and the leather jacket shielding them from the rain. I have to be everything to be able to write it the way i see it.

-> and in TDWV i was the bar and the music notes and the black tiled floors. I was yoongi and the reader and the banshees on the balcony and the other creatures. I put myself into everything and think about what they see. what they hear. what do they look like. How do they feel. whats their background, and i think that's why they feel so confident to you. I just - know - everything about them. i need to. to fake it till i make it. to baffle with my bullshit.

as for romance and poetic-ness(?). I've said this before, but it makes me laugh in a good way cuz if you know me irl you know i am the least poetic person alive and i dont do romance. Like i dont even let my partner get me treats bigger than a chocolate bar. (I am learning to be better tho.) So the fact that my writing is two things I am very much not in my waking life, it just goes to show how many sides a person has.

11. (*Something I wish/hope you write) FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE WRITE MORE SMUT IN THE FUTURE. Now that The Devil Wears Valentino is out there, the cat is out of the bag - you have an incredible gift for filth, my friend.

dude i was so so scared for the smut. i told you in dms but like i was sweating BUCKETSSSSS. I followed the same process i just described, but then i also had to go over the scene with a completely unsexual, professional and almost sterile eye. I had to think about what would work here. what would work there, should i switch out this word. I should come up with a more creative way to say that, because everyone writes it that way (not that theres anything wrong with that, it's just personal choice.)

and so for example, I'll go with something you pointed out recently from TDWV:

*NSFW INCOMING*

That filthy line when instead of saying he cums, you wrote "as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white." Like, how DARE you?? No one talk to me. I'M NOT OKAY

I've seen this exact thing written as "he paint your walls white" and thats fine. that gets the point across, but i wanted this scene to hit different, i wanted it to show how engrossed he is and she is in this. And so i switched up my words to create a more sensually graphic imagine in the readers head.

and your reaction is all the proof i needed to know it worked the way i wanted it too. And these arent things i think of on the fly in my rough draft. These are things I sit with and brainstorm and tweak to make just right so i get the mental image i want.

*END NSFW PART*

12. A fic of yours that I've reread: There are legit chunks of UTWT that I could recite by heart on command.

Maybe one day i'll test you on this. (jokes) BRO THATS SO FLATTERING LIKE WHAT???!?!!!?!?! I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THAT.

LOVE YOU BB 🥰🥰🥰

I WILL BET MY ASS AND YOURS I LOVE YOU MORE <<<<<333333333333

[maeve-writes]

Beautiful Hell

Inspired by:  Beautiful Hell by ADNA 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes (tfatws) x Reader (experiment/mutant!Reader) Rating: 18+, Minors DNI Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk. Summary: Your past shows up in an unexpected way thanks to Bucky Barnes. You just wanted to be... normal, not caught up in the life of a hero or worse, and yet you’re drawn to him, addicted to him even. You thought that part of your life was over, but your relationship opens up a whole new chapter that you’re not sure you’re ready for. a/n: Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own and please forgive me. I have not written anything that wasn’t work related in about three years, so I’m a little rusty. This is just a dip of my toe back into the water. I’d like to continue this if there is any interest! Thanks for reading!

There’s very little that makes you upset these days. You have a great job, a cozy apartment, and wonderful friends. It’s taken a long time for you to find stability and even longer for you to accept that it was okay to have it. Most of that struggle was on your own, but you eventually found others like you that were dealing with the same inner turmoil and you’ve grown.

The group still meets twice a month, but now you run it. You see the same pain and anger in the eyes of strangers that you once held, you’ve been in their shoes and you want to help start their journey of healing and self discovery. You would never turn someone away who wanted help, who sought out the chance to better themselves, but six feet of muscle and adamantium shuffles into the recreation room of the local Boy’s and Girl’s Club, and you bend the already folded aluminum chair in half. 

The squeak of the metal catches his attention and his brow knits together. His eyes dance between your face, the chair, and back again. “Cheap material,” you say weakly with a lift of your shoulders. You watch as he puckers his lips in thought and his hands are shoved into his jacket. 

One of your regulars, Sarah, takes the chair from you and tries to right it once more, but finds it more difficult than you played it up to be. “Set up the rest, I’ve got this,” you tell her, happy to tear your attention away from the man. You reset the bars of the chair and unfold it, placing it on the floor to see if it will act as it should. It’s a little wonky, the bend leans it too far back, but it will hold you - it’s a chair.

You sit among the circle and begin. People sip their coffee and share their stories for the week. The new people introduce themselves, including him, but everyone already knows his name. He didn’t share this time, but you could tell he wanted to from the way his jaw clenched and the uncomfortable shifts in his sheet. You were like that once, you know just how he feels.

Two hours pass and the crowd slowly trickles out. You start the clean up, the putting away of the chairs. You move around the room and do your best to ignore his eyes burning into you - into your soul. “You could at least help clean,” you tell him without looking up from the sink against the far wall where you now stand. “Chairs still need to be put away.”

It takes a few beats, but you hear his heavy footsteps fall behind you and the eventual scrap of metal as the chairs are being folded. There’s a steady rhythm to his method, a clink of his metal arm against the chair, the screech as the chair is closed and his footfalls to the corner to put it away.

You finish your last coffee pot, drying your hands and turn to see the wonky chair in his hold. “Cheap material,” he repeats, looking down at it before he bends it back and forth. You see him trying to mold it back into better shape than you had earlier as your face grows hotter by the second. When he deems it “good enough,” he brings it over to join the others. “Who are you?”

“No one,” you reply instantly. 

His head snaps around, blue eyes burning, “You’re a horrible liar.”

“Not true,” you counter, “I’ve lied to myself for years.”

He turns to you fully and crosses his arms over his broad chest. He doesn’t find your attempt at what he thinks is a joke funny. “Who are you,” he asks again, his voice becoming clipped and impatient. 

You tell him your name, your full name but it does not ring any bells to him. It wouldn’t, not in a way he would realize. “You saved someone years ago, not as… you, but as,” you pause and wave the towel you used to dry your hands, “you know.” You try your best to ignore how his body tenses up and you continue, “You killed his wife and his unborn son. You changed him. Changed everything, really. Somehow, I got caught up in it all.”

His hardened stare quickly shifts into curiosity and you force yourself to look away before you crash into the stormy blue. “They pumped us full of all sorts of stuff. A lot of us didn’t make it. I can still hear the screams if I try.” You grind your teeth to make yourself stop falling into that abyss. “But my dad raised me by himself, he taught me how to survive, how to be strong. He always told me: Girl, if you’re gonna go down, go down swingin’. And I forced myself to keep going, no matter what they did, I wasn’t going to let those assholes get the best of me.”

The towel was back in both of your hands now, pulled and stretched as you tried not to think about the pain and the loneliness that followed. “But eventually I was freed, just like you freed that other guy. I got a chance to be him now… but I didn’t take it.” The terry cloth ripped in half and your arms fell by your sides. 

You dared to look up at the man and you inwardly swore. His face was so painfully beautiful, full lips were in a pout and his eyes twinkled blue in their sadness, in their empathy. “They wanted us to be something and I wasn’t going to let someone else define me. I ran for years, scared and alone. I had to change my life over and over because I didn’t want them to find me, then I realized I was actually doing what they wanted… I was being someone I’m not.”

You crossed the room to the trash can nearby and not too far behind he followed. The two of you began to toss half-eaten pastries and empty disposable coffee cups. “So, I settled down here, started to go by my real name and took any threat that came my way.” You watched him sniff at an uneaten danish, “Cherry, I think.” His shoulder lifts in a ‘what-the-hell’ kind of way and he takes a bite. “It took about two decades for them to stop,” you finish, “and I was able to finally start to live my life.”

He silently offers half of the danish to you, which you decline. “And when the world went to hell in a hand-basket, you what, sat here and lived your life?” The blow was meant to sting and it did. He didn’t know if you were gone in The Blip but from your recoil, he got his answer. “I don’t know what they did to you, but you obviously have the ability to help people, you should use it.”

“I do,” you reply, offended. “This,” you wave your hands around for the second that evening, “helps people. Just because I don’t strap on leather and beat up bad guys doesn’t mean I don’t make a difference.”

Bucky stills completely, even his breathing, and he looks down into the trash can he has been pushing around for you. It looks as though he wants to toss himself in it. “You’re right,” he says with a heavy exhale, “that wasn’t fair of me. It’s just… the world is running low on heroes, they’re now relying on a guy in a bird suit.”

“I thought that guy was your friend,” you ask with a tilt of your head.

When the corner of his mouth tips up into a boyish smile, you mirror it with a toothy grin because of how infectious it is. “Yeah,” he nods, “I guess he is. But I just hate being the only muscle.”

“You’re plenty enough for this hemisphere,” you laugh and reach out to pat his shoulder, when you feel the muscle packed there, you whistle through your teeth, “and maybe the other one, too.”

He laughs and rolls the shoulder you tapped, tossing off your hand playfully. “Yeah, well it wouldn’t hurt to have more because getting hurt hurts.” You two exchange smiles and finish trash detail. He ties up the full bag and prepares to bring it out while you work on putting a new one in the can. 

You lead him out back to the dumpsters and he tosses the bag in after you open the heavy metal lid. When it falls closed again with a loud, ringing bang, you pull out a pack of sanitizing wipes and offer him one which he gladly accepts. “This might not be the right time,” he begins, eyes drawn to the large, smelly trash bin next to the pair of you, “but would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

“Who knew you were so romantic, Sergeant Barnes,” you tease to hide your fluttering heartbeat that he can undoubtedly hear. Under the pale yellow beam of the streetlights you can see the flush forming on his face that mirrors your own. “I’m free tomorrow around seven.”

Bucky straightens to his full height and his eyes sparkle brightly when that boyish curl makes its way back to his lips. “Then it’s a date,” he nods as you both pull out your phones to exchange numbers and you give him your address.

“Don’t be late,” you warn him, tone playfully serious, “I get angry if I don’t eat before eight. Bad things happen if I don’t eat.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods with a low rumbling chuckle, “I don’t plan to disappoint you.”

Your face splits into a smile and you lead your way back in, “See you tomorrow, Sergeant.”

“Tomorrow,” he says, his eyes trained on your every move. “And it can’t come soon enough,” he adds under his breath.

x

Your day goes by in a blur. Work is stressful but rewarding. Even though you love your job, your mind was not completely on it. Just past noon you received a text: Just seeing if this works. I’m looking forward to tonight. Have a good day. BB

It is unclear if he does not really know how texts work or if it is his excuse to send you one, but either way it makes you giddier than a schoolgirl. You reread it several times, answer a few work related calls and emails before you finally answer back: It works! I’m also looking forward to tonight. My day was good, but your text made it better. Hope yours is fantastic! xx

You are hesitant to hit send, but if you are going to shoot your shot, then you might as well go all in. Your phone doesn’t even go to sleep before you get another text in return: I’m about to see the prettiest gal in town, my day will be more than fantastic. How do you feel about sushi and bowling? BB

Of all of the things to do, especially together, you would not think of Bucky Barnes to pick that as your first night out together, but you had a weakness for sushi and your competitive side could never say no to a game or two: I haven’t been bowling in years, but I’m sure I can teach you a few things. xx

Oh, sweetheart, you’ll be learning a thing or two before the night is over. BB

You aren’t sure if you guys are talking about bowling anymore and that thought lights a fire in your belly. With a shaky breath you send your last reply: I’ll be happy to learn anything as long as I get to call you Professor Barnes and I can stay after class for extra credit. ;) xx 

It isn’t until two hours after your lunch that you get your last reply from him: Looking up that reference sent me to the part of the internet that I’m still not used to, but I’m glad I did. You don’t happen to have a skirt and some of those socks that go up to your knees, do you? Don’t answer that, I won’t be able to make it through dinner. See you at 7. BB

You did happen to have just what he asked for and it was tempting to wear it, but you tucked the idea into your pocket for another time. Instead, you picked something more appropriate for bowling, a pair of navy skinny fit cotton dress pants with enough stretch to not rip when you bent over to toss a ball, a curve hugging camisole that was draped by a soft, cream colored cashmere sweater. 

After messing with your hair for an hour, you settled for a messy bun and just finished your makeup when your doorbell rang. You call out to him to “hold on” as you shuffle through your apartment, trying to wriggle into your loafers on the way to open the door. “Sorry. Sorry, sorry,” you apologize as you pull open the door.

He’s standing in the doorway dressed in a canvas jacket over a plain black shirt, dark jeans over his long, thick legs and his normal boots top it off. “You look gorgeous,” he says, forcing you away from your lingering gaze as it continues to travel up and down his body like he’s the one for dinner. “These are for you,” he presents a bouquet of flowers with an unsure smile. “They’re beautiful,” you say wistfully, taking the flowers and stepping aside to let him in. “Thank you.” He nods and stands near the door as you finish putting on your shoes. “Let me put these in water and we can go.” “Take your time,” he says and trains his eyes on you. They follow you through the apartment, to the kitchen as you look through your cabinets for a vase. When you bend over, his head tilts ever so slightly which you can see out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to try and catch him, he just smiles innocently. “Need any help?”

“I’ll manage,” you laugh and eventually find a vase. The flowers are arranged not so elegantly into the glass, but you add water and place them in the center of your kitchen island. “Now, I’m starving and getting hangry.”

“Hangry,” he repeats. “That doesn’t sound good. I guess I should feed you before that happens.” He holds out an arm and like a magnet you are drawn to him and latch to it, maybe it’s because of the metal. Nevertheless, you walk arm and arm to the sushi hole-in-the-wall two blocks away, eating in a small booth in the corner to hide away from prying eyes.

You learn about Bucky Barnes for the first time. Like everyone else, you hear things from the news, from the internet, you try to shift through the lies and mess. But here you’re learning what he likes, what he’s learned, what he wants to learn. He doesn’t give his past up as freely as you did, it’s obvious he’s still coming to terms with it, but everyone travels at their own pace.

He learns about you, too. He asks you about things none of your past dates have asked. Hell, even your past boyfriends and girlfriends weren’t interested in half of the stuff Bucky manages to squeeze out of you. And you find it so easy to talk to him, so natural. You’ve only known him for two days, but it feels like decades.

Your hand slips into his when you leave the restaurant and head to the bowling alley. He laces your fingers together two blocks into your walk and you once again wrap your free hand around his arm. It pains you to move away when you have to go in and put on the bowling shoes.

“Before we begin,” he says to you as he watches you put your names into the computer, “let’s make a bet.” You finish entering the ‘y’ of his name and lift an inquisitive brow his way. “If you win, you can have one thing you would want from me.”

You twist in your seat and narrow your eyes, “And if you win?”

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, you watch it disappear with a pout, “I get a kiss.”

“You could just ask for one,” you laugh and slowly lean towards him.

Bucky, too, leans in and bumps noses with you, “Yeah, but it’s more fun if I work for it.” He sits back and winks, trying not to laugh at your deflated and deepening pout. “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re up first.”

You sigh heavily and pick up the bright green ball that you picked from the line waiting to be thrown. “Okay, if I win, then I get to wear that skirt and socks for you,” you say over your shoulder before you toss the ball down the lane. It rolls down the center and knocks down all ten pins as STRIKE flashes on the screen above you.

When you flop down in the chair next to him, he’s still staring at the spot where you stood moments before, gears still churning. “Hey,” you laugh, snapping your fingers in front of his face to knock him out of his daze, “are you okay?”

“Would it be wrong of me to lose on purpose,” he asks sheepishly. You roll your eyes and cross your arms and he lifts his own in surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it, that’s no fun. Just know, darlin’, I don’t go down without a fight.” He steps up and takes the same ball you used and chucks it halfway down the lane before it, too, knocks down all ten pins. He turns to you, a smirk plastered on his face.

As much as you loved to have fun, you loved to win more. “Is that how it’s going to be,” you asked, getting up to pass him on the way to take your turn.

He laughs, pressing close as you both slow when you come into each other’s orbit. “That’s how it’s going to be,” he nods and rakes over his lip with his teeth. A challenge is set and you don’t back down. Strikes and spares are thrown by the both of you in between lingering touches and whispered sweet nothings. 

In the hour you two have rented the lane, you managed two games and with one point over you, Bucky wins. He doesn’t claim his prize right there, it’s too public and there’s far too many people around. Instead, he offers to walk you home and you happily accept as long as you can wrap yourself around him once again, which you do.

You two try to take your time on the way back, enjoying the crisp evening air, but more so each other's company. The conversation from dinner continues as a flow of likes and dislikes between more sweet nothings. You’re lovedrunk by the time you’re at your front door and you don’t want the night to come to an end.

Reluctantly, you release him from your hold and he looks as disappointed as you feel. “Tonight has been wonder-” “I had such a great-” you both begin simultaneously and trail off together, ending in nervous laughter. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “for such an amazing night.”

“I should be thanking you,” he says, a hand timidly reaching out to rest on your hip. “I’ve been a little rusty at this kind of thing, but you made it easy.” His thumb traces the arc of your hip bone and you step closer to him. “But, you know, I might need some more practice.” You resisted to roll your eyes, but the laughter bubbles between the both of you. The distance closes by one of you, and you don’t care who, but you find your hands splayed across his chest, “I think I can help you out there.”

“That would be my second win of the night,” he grins down at you, his eyes trained on your lips.

“Speaking of my win,” he trails off. His flesh hand raises to your cheek and you instinctively lean into it. Your nose wrinkles at his chuckle but it doesn’t stop you from raising on your toes to close what little space there was between you.

You could sense his hesitation, the silent question of what was enough and what was too much. A small hum bubbled in your throat as you pushed your hands up his chest, nails scraping up his neck and into his hair. You could feel the shiver ripple throughout his body and his teeth came out to bite down on your bottom lip.

It was your turn to laugh now and he licked into your mouth in return, turning it into a whimpering moan. You could feel his triumphant smirk against your lips and you reward it with a tug of his hair. His hips instantly buck against you which throws you off balance, but he catches you with his metal arm winding around your back and pins you against him. 

Your tongues slip and slide against one another, the taste of his sushi and beer choice mixes with your own. Your nails once again claw along his scalp and cause him to growl into your mouth. He surges forward with you in his grip and crowds you against your door, reluctantly breaking away for air, “We should say goodnight,” Bucky whispered against your kiss swollen lips.

“You can tell me good morning when you wake up next to me tomorrow,” you shoot back and roll your hips against his, causing both of you to react with a strained moan.

“Are you sure,” he asks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ve got a spare toothbrush with your name on it,” you nod. You watch him debate the issue with himself before placing one last chaste kiss on your lips before losing his grip just enough to let you open the door.

You two stumble in, Bucky pulling you back to him, his mouth kissing along your jaw as you try to lock up for the night. You barely got the deadbolt turned when his teeth sank into your sink causing you to cry out. He instantly licks at apologetically and turns his attention to getting you undressed instead.

When your sweater is pulled over your head, you push off Bucky’s jacket, both falling to the floor near the door. Shoes are next to go, sloppily kicked off near each other and once again you two are drawn back together, tongues dancing. Your fingers twist into the short brown locks and his hands snaked down to your ass. He lightly cups each cheek, using them to bring you as close as possible, and even though your bodies leave very little room for air to pass through you still try to move closer.

“Bed,” he breathes into your mouth. You give him a quick nod. With a happy groan, he squeezes you by your bottom, picking you up to carry you to your room, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. 

Your small one bedroom apartment isn't anything special, but it is yours and it has the biggest, comfiest bed that you are in love with. Bucky easily guides you both there, not once breaking your kiss aside from grunting or growling from your teasing hair pulls or the rolls of your hips. 

He climbs onto the mattress with you still wrapped around his upper half, crawling up to the pile of pillows near the headboard where he eventually lays you down. His weight settles above you, and normally, you would welcome it’s warmth and comfort, but at that moment, you want it to be rough and needy. “Bucky,” you whine, this time the one to break the kiss.

Flushed cheeks and blown pupils, he looks down at you, boxing you in with his arms on either side of your head. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“You’re wearing too much,” you tell him as you try to pull off his shirt, it makes it up to his shoulders before it stops. His laugh shakes his entire body and yours, which makes you pout in return. 

“You’re wearing the same amount, doll,” he reminds you, looking down to see your breasts sway in your camisole. “Far, far too much, in my opinion.”

You roll your eyes and playfully slap at his chest, “Then do something about it.” He mutters something about impatience and sits on his knees between your parted thighs as he pulls his shirt over his head to toss it aside.

“Your turn,” he nods to your shirt while he works on the buckle of his belt. You hastily pull the top over your head and work on your slacks, wriggling out of them just as does his own. He sits back on his hunches and looks you over, laying spread out in a matching white lace bra and underwear set. Now at he’s down to his boxer briefs, you can see how big he his, how hard he is, and when his wandering eyes rest on your covered sex, you can see it twitch with anticipation. “Holy shit, you’re beautiful.”

You didn’t think your entire body could blush from embarrassment, but Bucky just proved you could. “That’s my line,” you return, taking in every inch of his exposed skin over hard muscle. Super serum or not, Bucky Barnes was a gorgeous specimen. When you two finally lock eyes once more, you both shiver. “Are you going to touch me?”

He lets out a shaky breath and reaches out to run a hand lightly over your damp panties, slick from your want for him. “I’m afraid I’ll never stop,” he replies honestly, instantly addicted to the needy whimpers you are giving him.

“I don’t think I would want you to,” you groan. “Please?” You feel his fingertips dance over the lace, tracing over the pattern and causing you to throb with need. “Bucky!”

“You need me, don’t you,” he asks, voice dropping to a low rumble that hits you right at your core and makes your toes curl. “You need my touch. Need me to satisfy that ache?” You nod desperately trying to sit up to pull him down on top of you, but he pins you down before you could rise. “Tell me,” he purrs.

“I need you,” you respond instantly. You’re rewarded with his fingers pushing the panties aside and begin to dance along the slick folds.

“You need what,” he goads. He finds your clit and rubs it once to draw a happy mew from you but stops much to your disappointment.

“I need you, Bucky. I need you to touch me, to kiss me,” you whine with a rock of your hips, trying to get him to move again, but he doesn’t. “I need you to taste me, to lick me, to fuck me.”

Smile on his kiss bruised lips, his thumb swirls around your bud and he sinks his middle finger into you with a groan. “You’re tight,” he hisses as he sinks knuckle-deep, “and dripping. Shit, you’re going to feel like heaven.”

You can’t focus on what he’s saying too much. The feel of his fingers pumping in and out of you feels good, feels right, but it’s not enough, even when he adds two or three. He works you open, your slick starting to run down his fingers, and he palms himself over his briefs.  “Bucky, please,” your voice cracks, “I need more.”

He nods, he has time to take you apart with just his fingers later, but it’s been so long since he’s been with someone like this, someone he’s felt like this with, he needs it as much as you do. When he removes his fingers from you, you whine at the loss but it cuts off into a gasp as you watch him lap and suck off your slick from his hand. Bucky freezes, eyes narrowing, and for a moment you’re wondering if you did something wrong. “What? What is it?”

“Trying to stop myself from eating you alive,” he says through clenched teeth, jaw visibly flexing with the effort. You blink up at him, confused, but he shakes his head and forces himself to remove his boxer briefs. “I’m having you for breakfast,” he decides.

“Uh huh,” you reply absently, your mouth watering as his cock bounces against his stomach when it’s free. It’s long, thick, and leaking, trying to hypnotize you and very much succeeding. 

“I’ll let you return the favor, sweetheart,” he laughs. His flesh hand spreads his pre-cum down his shaft and he pumps slowly while his metal hand pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Still with me?”

Blinking free of your daze, you stare at his lustful gaze and nod. He moves closer, hooks your legs over the bends of his elbows and runs the head of his cock along your folds. Your hole twitches desperately for him, “Such a pretty little pussy, so needy.” Your hands wrap around his wrists and grip at him tightly, hard enough to make him hiss. “You’ve been a good girl, I guess I can give you what you want.”

He pushes in agonizingly slow, the head of his cock sinking in what felt like centimeter by centimeter. You clench around him, trying to draw more of him in, but Bucky takes his time to bottom out. When he is finally fully seated in you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and apparently so did he. “Fuck,” you say simultaneously. 

Your legs are positioned around his waist and he once again frames your head with his forearms, which, in turn, pushes him further inside of you. “You feel so good, doll,” he whispers against the ‘o’ of your lips. “So warm, so tight, taking me so good.” Your hands find their way up his arms and into his hair. All it takes is one tug that has him growling, “And I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy so good that it’s going to feel me all week.” He rolls his hips back as slowly as he originally pushed in, “And I wanna hear you tell everyone who it belongs to while I do it.”

He snaps his hips forward driving you up the bed and further into the pillows, a cry getting caught in your throat from it. His pace is brutal, skin slaps against skin, and his mouth seeks out yours. The kiss is sloppy, but hungry, just as primal as his pistoning hips. You hold on to him the best you can as the bed rocks, headboard slamming against the wall. Your nails trail against his skin, egging him on and drawing sinful noises from love-swollen lips. 

His hips shift angles and eventually find that spot that makes you see stars. “Bucky,” you cry out breathlessly, uncurling your toes and removing your nails from his shoulder blades. He buries his face in your neck and marks you with his teeth and tongue as he relentlessly fucks towards your brink. “So… f-fuck- so close.”

“Cum for me then, sweetheart,” Bucky growls against your skin, snaking a hand between your bodies to work at your clit. “Show me how good I make you feel. Cum for me.” His thumb rubs over your bud once, twice and a white hot punch in your gut blossoms throughout your body as you let out a strangled cry of his name. 

You can feel yourself clamp around him, working him impossibly deeper, begging him to fall down into the abyss with you. And he does, hard. He chases his bliss with you, your name a mantra spilling from his lips as he spills inside of you. He doesn’t stop until you’ve both become too sensitive to handle anymore. He pulls out of you with a heavy sigh and falls next to you on the bed onto his stomach. 

“Holy shit,” you finally break the silence, “that was…”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his head turned to look at you with tired, blissful eyes. “Goddamn, yeah it was.”

You weakly reach around to search for his hand and eventually find it, he lances his fingers with yours. You don’t break eye contact when he leans over to share a few chaste kisses before collapsing again. “You’re fantastic, Bucky, and I want you to know that was the hottest sex I have had to date.”

His post orgasm bliss is shattered and replaced with a furrowed brow, “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

“...but as hot as it is feeling you drip out of me, I need to shower,” you finish. You can see the relief wash over him and he nods in understanding. 

“I’ve got a good memory,” he yawns and taps at his head, “that image is stored right here.” You fight a blush and slide off of your bed to head to the bathroom when seconds later you hear him do the same. He shrugs at your questioning look, “No need to waste water, right?”

You laugh as you turn on the faucets only to be crowded against the wall and your mouth is covered with his once more. The water splashing against your bodies and the echoing sounds of your moans drown out the repeated calls to Bucky’s phone. Mission. Suit up. SW

Answer your damn phone. SW

It’s the green button. SW

Green button and slide right. SW

Dammit, if you blocked me again, I stg. SW

Man, what are you doing in Soho? Yes, I’m tracking you. OMW. SW

a/n: To be continued? 

[dontfeeltoohot]

Would honestly love a continuation of your first fic where they actually go out on a date/beginning of the relationship. Or if you’re going for something shorter I think a sick or allergic Steve would be precious. Just Eddie bringing in patients every few hours and he always comes up from the cafeteria with a cup of tea, a snack, or maybe some antihistamines for his bb

i have a LOT of sick nurse Steve requests, so here's something to hold you over!

XXX

Not entirely sure how Robin's roped him into night shift with her and Nancy for overtime; taking a whole day off away from him, Steve trudges into the ED freezing and exhausted. December in Hawkins has brought ice and slush and eventual snow, and, along with it, a pretty nasty strain of the flu. Even with the flu shot every year, the nurse still manages to catch it without fail sometime between November and January.

Navy scrubs on and a long sleeve grey thermal underneath, he heads to the nurses lounge, trailing his best friend. Steve's ninety percent sure he's got a fever, his body is aching, his throat's sore and he thinks if he closes his eyes for more than ten seconds he'll be out for the rest of the night. Rubbing his face as he dumps his bag into the assigned locker he's got, Steve goes to the coffee pot and grabs a disposable cup, pouring some into it and pouring creamer after. Fuck he's tired even just doing such a simple task.

"You sure you'll be ok tonight?" Robin looks at him with a furrowed brow.

He's aware he looks just as bad as he feels. His complexion is pale, his cheeks are slowly getting more and more red. That, combined with slightly dull eyes and an overall air of sickness, there's not really any way to deny he's sick.

"I'll be fine, Robin, just...hopefully it'll be a good night." The word 'quiet' is on the tip of his tongue but he refrains- anyone in the medical world knows not to say 'quiet' because all it will do is jinx the situation and make it forty times worse. Steve sighs and rubs his face, taking a sip of the coffee, wincing as it hurts his throat.

An hour into their 7pm-7am shift, Steve gets a silver lining through all the crap he's dealing with- Eddie Munson.

The paramedic walks in with his partner, both handling the stretcher, Chrissy at the head and Eddie at the foot. The teenager lying on his side seems to be in a great amount of pain. Steve's first instinct is to get up for intake but remembers Robin had volunteered earlier so he could mostly sit unless absolutely needed aside from rounds. He watches the long haired man pat the patients arm and then start walking towards him, Chrissy moving the stretcher into room 3.

"Well well, didn't expect to see my two favorite nurses here tonight," Eddie beams, and it makes Steve feel like of like a bowl of jello...or maybe that's because he's sick.

"Yeah, we took some overtime," Steve explains, wincing at how raspy his voice sounds.

Eddie must hear it too, because suddenly his bright smile falls, and his big brown doe eyes look Steve up and down.

"You sick, Harrington?"

"Uhh, just a little," the twenty six year old mumbles, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Sometimes he forgets Eddie and Chrissy work full twenty four hour shifts- hell, sometimes Eddie will do a 36 hour just to get overtime.

"A little?" Robin snorts, rolling her eyes when she walks back over, signing things on the iPad Chrissy is holding out. "Try a lot, Steve. You kind of look like a zombie."

"Hey! I do-"

"A very cute, nurse zombie," Eddie butts in, laughing. His aw furls fall into his face and he brushes them away lazily. "But seriously man, you look pretty sick. Take it easy tonight."

The way Eddie's voice drops a little quieter than usual makes Steve's heart clench. God he's got the stupidest crush on Eddie and he's never going to have a chance, not when Chrissy is right there, and they're both so beautiful. No, Eddie and Chrissy are obviously a thing, and it sucks. Brain hazy with fever, he looks between the two and huffs, coughing into his arm.

"We'll see you later," Chrissy informs, when Eddie's radio crackles to life again.

Around 11:30 PM, as Steve is finishing up making his rounds to check on the seven patient's they've currently got, an outstretched arm stops him. The arm in question has numerous random tattoo's all over it- Steve spots a few flowers, a jack'o'lantern, a heart with a dagger. Looking up finally, he's face to face with Eddie, who looks concerned. A hand goes to Steve's forehead.

"You weren't kidding princess, you should have called out, definitely have a fever."

Steve continues just to look up, eyes wide as he stares at Eddie unashamedly.

"Earth to Steve?"

Blinking, the nurse clears his throat and rubs his face.

"Sorry, I uh...zoned out." The hand on his forehead was nice, but Eddie's already dropped it now, looking far too worried for his own good.

"Yeah, seems like it. How're you feeling?"

"Like shit," Steve admits, knowing he can't pass it off anymore. Eddie looks genuinely concerned, and for once, the other doesn't feel like a burden.

"Alright killer, how about you ask the RN if you can take a ten minute break? I'll get you some tea from the cafeteria and maybe a muffin....you probably need some sugar."

"Tea sounds kind of nice," Steve admits, shivering. His cheeks feel too warm when he rubs his face.

"Alright, go at least sit down, I'll be back in five."

[snowstark]

hero worship !! preferably starker bc that just fits

READ ON AO3 For @peterparkerbingo | Fill: Adopted Fic premise was @carelessannie’s idea, thank you bb!! <3 i’m also making this omegaverse; hope you don’t mind, anon! I really, really want to write a full fic for this — maybe in the near future?

Tony’s done a lot of things in his life, but he’s never expected to feel like a cornered wild animal by none other than a shitstain like Senator Stern. It’s revolting, really. But there’s no way in hell Stern’s gonna let it go: the great Iron Man, saviour of all, NYC’s superhero—of course he has to be rewarded.

He just wasn’t expecting them to come to his penthouse at one in the morning to drop off a pretty omega who’s only wearing panties.

“What,” he says, appalled, “the fuck is this?”

The guy looks up at him with his dead, beady eyes as he nudges the boy inside. He looks exhausted. He has to be, if this is his job, Tony thinks scornfully.

He leaves without a word, the door falling shut behind him, and Tony’s left staring at the boy, who’s still on his knees with his wrists tied behind his back.

This is a disaster.

“Do— can you get up?” he asks dumbly.

The boy blinks up at him. “Yes, alpha,” he says, “but ‘m comfy here.”

Of course he is.

Tony doesn’t even know what to say to that. He’s a bit freaked out, in all honesty. So, he tries, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Peter, Sir. Peter Parker.” Peter’s chest is rising and falling, quickening with each breath he takes, and he adds, “You’re Tony Stark.” He ducks his head, flushing. “It’s— ‘m really honoured to be here, alpha.”

Oh, god.

“Honoured,” Tony repeats slowly, then runs a hand down his face. This is fine. It’s fine. He can handle this. He’s been through worse. He can take care of it. He looks down at Peter, who’s still looking up at him, beaming. “Let me take you home. C’mon, I have some clothes that might fit you.”

Peter’s smile immediately drops into a frown. “Home?” he echoes, eyes wide. “This— this is home, alpha. I don’t understand.” He looks close to tears, the entire hallway filling up with the scent of distressed-upset-sad omega.

“Okay, okay, that’s— alright, we can talk about it. Just, c’mon, kid, off your knees.” They have to be hurting. His floor is marble, for fuck’s sake. “We’ll move to the couch, okay? Let’s go.”

Peter blinks up at him wetly, then follows him. He shuffles on his knees, and after some futile coaxing, Tony gives up entirely and lets him. He sits down, expecting Peter to follow him, but the kid just remains on his knees and bumps his forehead against his knee in a fond gesture, lingering there for a moment to breathe him in. Tony watches him, then tentatively sets a hand down on the nest of soft brown hair.

Peter’s pretty. He has to admit it, in any other circumstance, he’d be bending him right over to see just how pretty his moans and whines are.

It’s a bit unnerving. It’s like adopting a new pet, except this isn’t some mutt or some tabby cat, it’s another human being who’s been sent to worship him for his heroic deeds.

The silence is awkward, at first.

Tony tries to fill it in by prodding him with questions. After a decent conversation (read: interrogation), he quickly finds out that the kid’s a recent high school graduate with no living family members, which leaves him to be, according to Peter, “a little orphaned omega runt.” And to top it all off, he signed up for this program (Tony sneers at the word) to pay for his tuition.

“I’ll pay for it,” Tony says instantly, the moment Peter tells him. “You can leave this— thing. Hell, I’ll even find a place for you to live.”

Peter just blinks wetly up at him, looking distressed, then asks softly, “I can’t stay with you?”

Tony stares down at him, captivated by how teary he gets, so quickly. He looks… really pretty when he cries. He has to pinch his thigh to stop his thoughts from going there. “I… you can, if you want,” he eventually says, even as his entire brain screams, “This is a horrible idea,” at him. “But— I don’t— look, I want you in this situation because you want to be in it, not because you need… money.”

“I do want it,” Peter says tearfully. “I was— I just want an alpha. And I’ve found one, now, ‘m not a runt anymore. And it’s you, Mr. Stark. I—” He breaks off, flushing.

Tony’s intrigued. More than he should be. “You what?”

“I’ve always wanted you,” Peter whispers, voice cracking, and he goes a deep shade of red. “Just— you’re Iron Man, and all the Stark tech and— and I went to the Expo when I was a kid, once, I saw you for a moment there, but— but now I— I’ve found you.”

God.

They’re quiet for a few more moments. And then Tony completely switches the topic. “You like tech stuff, kid?”

It turns out that Peter’s not just pretty, but he’s smart, too, when he’s not reduced to basic omega nature—he laps up information about the arc reactor and nanotech really fast, even asks questions and counters some of Tony’s arguments.

And then he throws Tony off for what seems like the fifth time that night by saying, “Alpha? Can I— can I please suck you off tonight?”

Tony chokes on the water he’s sipping and Peter blinks, patiently waiting for him to regain his composure before adding timidly, “I’d really like to have you in my mouth.”

“Oh my god,” Tony says, voice strained. His dick should not be getting hard. Fuck. “Kid, I—”

“Please,” Peter says, eyes wide and pleading. It’s a beautiful sight.

Tony wants to say yes.

He really, really wants to say yes.

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

“Yeah,” he breathes, the word coming out in one huge, guilty exhale. “Yeah, kid.”

He watches Peter’s nimble fingers fumbling with his pants, pulling them down and letting his cock spring free, tongue poking out wetly between his pretty pink lips, eyes flicking up to his face as he gags himself on his dick like he’s grateful for it.

Peter worships him, and Tony lets him.

[thefact0rygirl]

Hey bby! Congrats on the milestone!! Your work always makes me 🥺 (btw reading your boba fic is my origin story of how I am now a boba bucket fucker, so yeah thanks for the curse) and you deserve thousands more!

If you are free and inspired, how's NSFW prompt 32 for Din? Where din tells that to the reader heheeee luv ya~

VAL you’re gonna make me cry ily bb 🥺 💕 I’m getting younger Din vibes from this. Think Din before season 1 when he was working with Ran, Xi’an, and Qin. I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex, lap-sitting, breeding kink, creampie

The crew doesn’t know what to make of the Mandalorian.

He isn’t as deranged as the twins, which is a bonus; but he’s quiet, withdrawn, and seems to be a constant state of annoyance. For kriff’s sake, no one even knows his name. Everyone just calls him Mando.

While aloof, no one can deny he is a damn good bounty hunter. Ruthless and intentional, he works hard and that’s something that Ran appreciates. Hard work means more jobs, and more jobs means more credits. Mando gets the job done and only causes a fuss if someone else starts it, or if someone goes after you.

So when you sit in his lap after another successful mission, no one thinks much of it.

The cantina is surprisingly packed given the small population of the planet. Xi’an manages to find a naive local for the night, while the rest of you secure the last available booth. Sliding in, your skirts hike up in the Mandalorian’s lap as Ran and Qin start a game of Sabacc.

Mando rests one of his hands on your waist while the other runs along your exposed thigh. He is stoic, and if it weren’t for his wandering hands, you would think he fell asleep. His touch is torture — gloved fingertips dancing in lazy steps against your flesh. Up and down, back and forth, moving everywhere except where you want him.

You dare to grind your hips in a tiny circle against his cock. It’s the barest of movements, as much as you dare with Ran and Qin so close, but enough for Mando to respond by rocking his own against you.

Thankfully, the dim lights conceal your burning face and squirming body from the others. One look in your direction and they would know exactly what you and Mando are up to.

“Cheater!” Qin’s hand slams down on the table, making the sticky table rattle as Ran collects his winnings. Your pussy clenches from the sound, causing Mando to hiss a sharp breath, one that can almost pass as a moan.

If they heard, they did’t acknowledge it. Mando uses their obliviousness to his benefit. He rocks hips once more as Qin shuffles the cards for a rematch. Trying to play off your sigh as a yawn, you turn to bury your head in the cowl around his neck.

“Seven hells, Mando,” You whine, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Quiet.” He pinches your waist as a warning. He knows what he’s doing, keeping you sat on his cock and seeing how long you can last before you’re whining.

The hand on your thigh finally slinks towards your center until his thumb anchors itself to your clit, rubbing circles as you squirm against his thighs. You can feel him throbbing, the blunt head of his cock pushing against your walls. He has to feel your neediness, he has to. The sparking arousal is making your juices leak down and dampen his pants, you can feel the damp material scratching you.

One look from Qin or Ran and it’s all over…

He keeps rutting into you, picking up speed as the local band starts on another ballad. Their instruments drown out the loud chatter, and Mando uses it to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your cheek. Nothing odd or suspicious. No one is paying attention and even if they did, it would look like Mando is leaning in close to tell you something.

“The second we land in Alzoc, I’m renting the first room I find…”

His thumb moves faster against your clit as you squeeze him tight in a feeble attempt to stop his words, but he continues on without a break in his voice.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

He continues on, hips moving against you so you feel every inch and ridge of his stiff cock. Praying the others can’t see the shudder running through you, you bite down on his cowl.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over. Really make your pussy flutter.”

The growing pleasure makes your back tighten in anticipation. You’re so close, the edges of your mind start to burn as your sensibility turns to ash.

“I’ll fill you up so well you’ll be leaking for days. We’ll need to ask for a change of sheets.”

He makes you hopeless. You can’t keep the moans at bay any longer — they come out, muffled by his cowl and the music, but still strong enough for the skin on his neck to vibrate. You want to on Azloc, Nevarro, his ship, anywhere but here. Just somewhere far away so you can scream.

“You like that? You want me to fill you up? Claim that sweet little pussy as mine?”

Everything under his touch burns from impending bliss. He knows you too well considering how little you know about him. It’s as if he was born with the knowledge of how to make you feel this good.

“We’re not leaving that room until you’re fucking ruined. Cock dumb and full.”

Through the rush of his words and the heavy beats of the band, you start falling into disarray.

“You’re fucking mine, right? All mine. My fucked out beauty.”

You become liquid light.

Your orgasm rushes in tidal waves, setting your nerves off like tiny fireworks, as you tremble in his grip. You milk his cock, squeezing hard until he shudders from his own release.

You give him a final clench before pulling your head from the crook of his shoulder. Your eyes adjust to the bleary sight in front of you. Ran and Qin have their heads buried behind their cards, oblivious as Mando’s cum starts to leak out.

Exhaustion quickly weighs down on your bones, making you slump down against Mando’s large chest. His death grip on your waist loosens, but remains in place as he shuffles underneath your tired body.

Neither of you had really thought of what to do afterwards. He can’t exactly pull out and lift you off his lap without exposing the awful mess you two made, and eventually you’ll need to move.

But with you dozing off against him and Ran and Qin not interested in leaving any time soon, he settles back in his spot, relaxing just enough to enjoy your body pressed against him. He’ll figure it out later. He always does.

[oceanspray5]

BBRae Little Mermaid AU

So y'all asked and I had most of it written down therefor I now deliver! It's a lot longer than the usual headcanons but when I can't bring myself to write a full fic I usually compensate with longer more descriptive hcs.

Inspired by this lovely fanart by @suerakocy

On to the story:

Once upon a time in a Kingdom deep within the sea, the merfolk lived in peace and harmony with the humans until Trigon the Terrible took over. Since then, the legends changed and merfolk became known as evil creatures, sirens and water demons that lure innocent humans and ships to a watery grave.

Princess Raven, daughter of Trigon, wants to escape her terrible father and the ocean. She hates the corrupt rule and the misery of her people. Gifted with a sense of feeling beyond that ordinary merfolk experience, living under the ocean where all manner of sea creatures is hell for her since their anger and despair and misery and wicked happiness pours into her day by day, threatening to corrupt her too.

She dreams of living on land because she thinks the land is a perfect place to outside her father's sphere of influence and the misery she causes. Whenever she can spare a moment, her favorite thing to do is to swim up to the shore and bask in the sunshine which is unlike the cold depths of the sea and watch the people and feel their emotions which are so pure and refreshing compared to the ones of the sea creatures. Even the most miserable of humans is refreshing because their emotions are mingled with other more positive emotions too unlike the kingdom of the sea (we're gonna call it Azarath instead of Atlantis just because) where all the merfolk have know for decades is misery.

Raven sees the people on land have friends and family and are happy together and wants to be happy too. She wants to find people like her, and if she can't find them then she's fine being alone as long as she doesn't have to be miserable all the time.

One night while she's taking a swim above the surface she sees a huge ship. She swims closer to get a better look especially after she hears music and laughter from the deck.

She sees a dark haired man dancing with a girl with red hair. To the side are two men watching them, laughing and teasing each other. Raven can't help but notice that the one with the green eyes is particularly handsome. They all seem so carefree and relaxed. So content. She wishes she could be their friend and be happy the way they all are. The group of friends seems so close and her longing to be something more than what she is comes back to her.

Before she can ponder on her lonely thoughts much longer, the ship catches fire and Raven can only watch in horror as the crew and the friends scramble to get off in time on the lifeboats.

Everyone makes it of course except Gar and that's when Raven realizes why. He was so busy making sure everyone else got off that he got trapped on the deck with no way off.

What surprises her tho is that amidst his and everyone else's panic, she can also feel how at peace he is. He's terrified but satisfied that everyone else has gotten off the ship. He's made his peace with death and it makes something flutter in her heart because of how selfless one human can be. She's not used to people putting others before themselves.

Gar decides to take a final risk and jump into the water despite how tumultuous the waves are and she dives to catch him.

He's already inhaled some water when she reaches him but when she drags him to shore, she uses her healing powers on him to fix the bleeding and the burns on his arms and face. She also heals his lungs from the inside cuz they were damaged from the smoke and water inhalation.

Meanwhile, BB is slowly waking up and he sees Raven silhouetted by the light. He thinks she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He mumbles something about an angel which startles her cuz she didn't know he was awake. By the time he's fully conscious, she's gone and he wonders if it was a dream.

The only difference he can detect is that he's a lot less injured than what he expected to be but before he can dwell on it, the others find him. Everyone's focused on the miracle that he's alive at all and Vic tells him to not think on his lack of injuries too hard and just be glad he's in one piece.

Raven watches from behind a rock from nearby feeding on the thrill and joy everyone feels at finding the prince alive. She feels pride for once because she was able to help someone out of their pain. She also is more intrigued than ever by the man. He called her an angel. She wonders how and what that is. She wants to get to know him and his friends more.

Raven is even more desperate to be on land afterwards. Being so near Gar while healing him, she could feel his emotions and they were like a well that replenished her after spending so long in the desolate wasteland of emotions that was Azarath. She has nothing keeping her in the sea so she desperately searches for ways to become human and in one of the underwater libraries discovers an old tomb which talks about a magic gem, a gift from a human, that can grant a mermaid legs to live on land.

Raven knows her father would have hidden such a thing from her and goes searching. She finds it but Trigon finds her and while Raven escapes, she can hear Trigon's threat ringing in her ears that he would find her even on land and would punish her for stealing from him. That he'd drag her back under the sea for a torturous eternity once the humans reject her because they will reject her.

Raven makes it to the sea's surface before her tail splits and she doesn't have time to notice where she broke the waves so doesn't see its right in front of a ship. Luckily someone sees her over the side of it and dives in to help her out. Raven only sees that it's the very boy she saved about a month ago before she faints from the exertion.

When she wakes up, she's beneath the deck and the redheaded girl is with her. Kory sees Raven scared and desperate and decides they should help her so Gar offers they bring her back to the royal palace. He senses something familiar about her but can't tell what and decides not to say anything while Raven is still panicked.

At the castle Raven meets Dick, Kory's betrothed, and Victor who is Gar's best friend and right hand man. Raven learns that Gar is actually a prince and is a little overwhelmed cuz she doesn't know royal etiquette for land but everyone assures her that Gar is the least princely prince there ever was especially when it comes to titles and snobbery.

Nonetheless, Raven is rather cold and stand offish at the beginning cuz she doesn't know how to behave around any kind of people. She never interacted with the merfolk either but she especially doesn't know how to interact with humans despite observing them for years. It's a lot harder to act the part than it is to watch.

The others take time to warm up to her too but are welcoming as they can be. BB keeps insisting he knows her from somewhere but she keeps avoiding him or denying it. She doesn't want him to recognize her because of the whole mermaids are seen as evil myth and is afraid he'll ask enough questions to realize how she saved him. Despite her denial, Gar is persistent and confident he has seen her before to the point of being a nuisance. He just doesn't remember where from.

Since there's no time limit to Raven's stay she gets closer to each of the land Titans over the weeks and they teach her new things and new feelings. She's never felt so happy in her life. Raven has to keep hiding from Trigons minions though especially near bodies of water and it makes her act weird sometimes if she can sense danger coming. This confuses the rest of the group but BB is chill and takes it in a stride. He's ready to accommodate her whenever she behaves strangely and while he denies he's falling for her, he ain't fooling anyone.

While it does take some time before Raven opens up and falls in love and same for BB, they both can't help the instant connection they have. Raven finds Gar's humor stupid but she also loves it because of how giddy it makes her feel knowing someone is trying to make her laugh after she spent most of her life upset. He forces her to try new things and it's always worth it.

Gar finds Raven to be a mystery but aside from the mental itch that he knows her from somewhere, he falls for her compassion and the way she feels for everyone around her. Her dry wit and sarcasm make him laugh too.

Eventually one evening, Dick and Kory and Victor make themselves scarce forcing Raven and BB to go out alone. It's a date and they are finally forced to confront the tension between them. At the end of the night they almost kiss too but are interrupted and the moment is ruined so Gar just walks her back to her room. Raven just leaves him with a kiss on the cheek.

After a long night filled with giddy glee tossing and turning, Raven plots her next move and decides to finally confess. She's so happy cuz she can feel that Gar feels the same way for her. She's confident in it despite her previous doubts.

Except... when she goes downstairs she overhears Steve telling Gar that he's arranging an engagement ceremony with Princess Terra. Steve tells BB that it's about time he got married and settled down instead of fooling around with his friends all day.

Raven arrives late so she doesn't hear the part where BB was arguing with Steve against it. She just hears his defeated "okay" and that breaks her heart.

She thinks he was playing with her and that he never wanted to be with her for real. That she sensed his feelings wrong.

Over the day she hides in the castle and refuses to see him even though he looks everywhere for her. She can't stand the cheerfulness of the palace servants over the impending engagement either and for that same reason she avoids Dick and Kory and Victor too cuz she's sure they'll be happy their best friend is getting engaged.

By evening time she's just defeated and she stands on the beach by the ocean. She knows it's dangerous. But she doesn't care.

When Trigon finds her this time she thinks there's no point in staying on land if the boy she loves is getting married to someone else and if her friends are all going to support him. The heartbreak she feels is as severe as the misery she felt on Azarath under Trigon's rule. She has nobody left on land and nobody in the ocean. Does it matter where she's more miserable? At least in the sea she won't have to see BB and Terra be in love and happy together.

Trigon sees her and wants to use this to his advantage hoping he can finally corrupt his incorruptible daughter. He pretends to be all concerned that she is heartbroken and tells her that he tried to warn her there is nothing worth finding on land and that humans are the evil ones. That she never would have fit with them. He asks her if she's going to come back willingly or with a fight and Raven is too tired to fight. She knows Trigon's "care" is a lie and that he will punish her for disobeying him.

She hears BB and the others looking for her, calling from a distance. She doesn't think she can tell them the truth or say goodbye so she says yes and right as her friends turn the corner to find her they see Trigon laughing evilly as Raven turns back to her mermaid form.

That is when Trigon reveals the truth: he tells her she's a foolish child who never even knew she's half human and now that she's given back the gem her mother left her, Trigon will make sure she never finds it again.

Raven realizes the gem had more power than just the ability to turn her into a human. It was a source of power because it contained a human's love and Trigon needed Raven to give it to him in order to wield its full power. She feels betrayed at the realization but there's nothing she can do.

BB reaches her at last. He finally knows she's a mermaid and knows she's the one who saved him. He asks her why she didn't say anything, why she's leaving. She's surprised that he isn't scared of her but he tells her he loves her. He's been looking for her all day to tell her. Raven is shocked because What about Terra? The engagement?

Gar finally tells her that it was against his will and he was fighting Steve on it and why he wanted to confess to her today. He also realizes that's why Raven is leaving and feels himself grow cold at the thought of losing her.

Raven realizes she made a mistake but she can only whisper an "I'm sorry" before Trigon creates a hurricane and forces her away back beneath the waves, the storm traveling with them above the surface.

BB gets on his ship with Victor and Dick and Kory. They want to try and save Raven using all the arsenal they have at their disposal. Meanwhile Raven is fighting her father herself too. Knowing that the gem and it's power are her's, she calls upon all the positive feelings of love and encouragement and joy being with her friends taught her and fights Trigon.

She defeats her father while the other Titans help but the gem ends up broken in the process.

They all wash up on shore where people are watching from the cliffs cuz it was an odd storm and curious onlookers emerged to see the tail end of the battle. They see Raven emerge with the prince and his companions and see she is a mermaid but they also saw her defeat the evil mermaid king who was why everyone was so afraid of mermaids. They are confused at what is happening but the friends on the shore have no clue they have an audience.

Raven realizes the gem is broken and is heartbroken cuz there's no way for her to stay on land without it and for Gar to love her. He he tells her she's wrong. He loves her regardless if she's human or mermaid but he's also sad because this means being together with her will be harder.

Raven wants to be human so badly but then Dick points out that her mother was human so maybe she can choose to be whatever she wants at any time. It's worth a shot so Raven tries to will her tail into splitting again so she can be human.

It works! Everyone rejoices!

Steve is waiting for them when they come back and he's mad because the kingdom is in a frenzy and what is happening?! But before he can demand answers, Gar firmly tells him that he's not gonna marry Terra. He's going to court and hopefully one day marry Raven. Steve gets angrier because Raven is a mermaid but BB says "Half mermaid. Her mother was human."

Steve is not appeased still so Gar says "What better way to unite the land and sea than through a union? Raven's the princess of the sea and I'm the prince on land. Our marriage would celebrate a new age of peace between both." Much as he tries, Steve can't argue with that logic especially when Rita decides she is firmly on her son's side so he says fine.

Everyone cheers and is ready to celebrate multiple victories. One over Trigon and one over Steve.

Gar is ecstatic and he laughs and lifts Raven up to spin her around in a hug (cuz that's cute. I can see him doing that in excitement) and when he finally puts her down he leans down and their lips at last meet in a kiss.

Roughly a year later, mermaids are no longer seen as evil. Azarath is now a peaceful happy kingdom again governed by a panel of mermaids and mermen with Raven visiting to keep the peace for them. Human merfolk relations are healing.

The story ends with Gar and Raven getting married with both the kingdoms celebrating for their new king and queen of both the land and the sea.

And they lived Happily Ever After...

The end.

So... This is it. If you want an actual BBRae fairytale story and not just hcs I have one of those too that you can read right here.

[savemesomenachos]

Hi could you write a Chris Evans x non famous reader who is a little insecure/suffers from anxiety. Maybe there’s a bit of a age gap between the two (15ish years)?

Hiiii! I’d love to😁. I used some insecurities of mine to write this fic. I hope you enjoy and that soft! Chris makes your day🌻🌸🌺🌼

You can find my other works on my Main Masterlist.

Hot or Not

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Angstttttttt, fluffff, age gap of 15 years (as requested… I LOVE IT THO!!!),

Word Count: 956

Y/n’s POV:

I told Chris I didn’t want to go to his parties. All the anxiety in my head was making it hard to breathe. My chest was all tight and the people whispering about me were not helping.

I had this nervous tick of just picking on my nails and that’s exactly what I was doing while everyone at the party was discussing how ‘disgusting’ it was that Chris was dating some ‘gold digger, 15 years younger than him who was not even that beautiful to look at’ and might possibly be a ‘sugar baby’ and how they didn’t know that Chris was ‘into that sort of thing.’

I couldn’t take it anymore so I stepped out on the balcony to try and calm down. But nothing was working. My chest felt even tighter and before I knew it, I was on my knees on the cold balcony tiles while trying to catch my breath.

I looked up and saw all the stars and started to count each one in an effort to divert my mind. “Baby, you here?” I heard Chris’ voice echo in the hallways. I quickly stood up, brushed the dust off the knees of the pantsuit that I had opted to wear.

I took a few deep breaths and made myself visible to him. Chris smiled in relief and jogged to me. “Bub, I was looking all over for you. Why’d you disappear?” he asked while resting his hand on my cheek which mostly dwarfed my face. “I was just feeling claustrophobic. Thought I’d step out for a bit. You know how these parties make me,” I said while laughing nervously, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to what was really happening.

But of course, that was too much to ask coz Chris can read me like a goddamn book and I know it. “What really happened, huh? You just ran out of there,” he said while pulling me into his chest. An uncomfortable pit settled into my stomach and I got breathless.

I wrenched his arms away from my waist and shoved him back with a hand to his chest. “Just leave me alone, Chris.” I said while wrapping my own arms around my now crumpled up suit.

“What? I’m not leaving you like this.” He said while stepping forward to probably wrap me up again. “NO, no. Please, just…” I screamed into the night, at him, at Chris. The guy who loved me, who sacrificed a lot for me. And here I was being selfish.

Maybe they were right. “Babe, you’re scaring me. Just tell me what’s going on. We’ll fix it, together. I promise.” Chris said while he stepped forward yet again, to meet me.

“I’m going home, don’t follow me. I just need to clear my head,” I said and rushed out of there and thankfully he didn’t follow.

Once I reached home, I started reading those damn comments again about how I was an ‘ugly, unworthy, nerdy gold digger.’ I knew I shouldn’t be reading these.

Chris told me that it was always like this. No matter who he dated, there were always some people who got nasty on the internet. But I read one comment a while ago and then I couldn’t stop.

I stripped my clothes off and stepped in front of the mirror. I could clearly see all the lines and freckles on my body. I didn’t have a flat stomach and I had so many stretch marks on the back of my thighs.

A voice I could distinctly tell was Chris’ said ‘Stop it’ in my head. My hands automatically clutched my head and I turned away from the mirror.

Chris stood in the doorway watching everything and I couldn’t bring myself to look into his eyes. I walked to the bed while tears cascaded down my face and onto the carpeted floor.

Once I got there, I climbed into bed and wrapped my body with blankets. I heard some ruffling which I assume was Chris stripping down as well.

Suddenly, there were arms wrapped around my waist and a comfortable warmth seeping into my bones. I turned around in his arms and buried my face in his chest and broke down completely while bawling my eyes out.

Chris kept whispering sweet nothings into my ear while keeping one of his arms on my neck and the other arm stroking my back from top to base.

“Honey, you are the most smart, witty, gorgeous and colourful person I’ve ever met. When I met you, I remember thinking; how can this girl be real? And why the hell would she be interested in someone like me?” he said while smiling softly.

I was going to interrupt him by saying that I wondered the same thing about him but he gently shushed me by resting his pointer finger on my lips. “I love you and what people think or say on the internet or outside will never change that. You’re the most beautiful girl ever, inside and out. I love everything about you,” he said while his hand slid down from my back to the back of my things where the stretch marks were.

“But wouldn’t it be better for you to date someone like Elizabeth Olsen. People already ship you toge-.” Chris’ instantly cut me off with a hard kiss against my lips.

I squeaked in response and as I was about to melt into him, he asked “What part of ‘I love you’, do you not get?” He stared at me with a cute smile on his face and I knew that every time I felt this way, I could tell him and he’d tell me these things all over again and I’d be ok.

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