#I’m excited to leave and start over but I am absolutely freaking the fuck out about it

[seraphicalsuccubus]

2024 is kicking my ass already ??? bro like fucking come on

[boywriters-blog]

So…is it ok to request some Yandere dethklok x reader headcanons?

Dethklok/Reader hcs

of course it is!! thank you for the request!! very excited for my first metalocalypse request heheh o(^▽^)o + added charles for silly ^_^

warning: death (no major characters obviously)

Nathan:

-when he’s obsessed he is OBSESSED

-he will do anything you want him do, genuinely

-being Nathan’s partner is hard work, not just because he’s high maintenance, but because he’s the lead singer of dethklok, everyone in the world knows who he is

-if anyone hurts you? a klokiteer or himself will deal with it

-you will know when he kills someone for you , he tried to hide it but he’s not very good at it

-“what happened to ____?”

-“what-?- i don’t know who you’re talking about- i never met anyone with that name- hey- wanna go have like- sex or something??” he would desperately try to change the topic, he’s visibly nervous, a terrible liar

-you drop it but note the way he reacted

-next time it happens he tries to distract you by pampering you, would even go as far as to eat you out / give you head

-when you finally fully realize what’s up and see it happen for yourself, you aren’t freaked out, i mean, thousands of people die every time they preform a concert

-tbh you find it really sweet, especially since most people he’s killing are total dildos

-he stills prefers to not do it in front of you , but occasionally if they did something to really fuck you up he’ll try to make you feel better by letting you watch

-would definitely write a song about it, i mean it’s super brutal how could he not

Pickles:

-he probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it at first because he’s so shitfaced all the time

-he also doesn’t realize you KNOW and that you’ve known since the beginning, the first time he killed someone for you, he accidentally did it in front of your face

-he was too shitfaced to remember

-you didn’t say anything at first because you always liked him, you thought it was sweet in a brutal way, and the guy deserved it he was a creep

-you didn’t see the next few times, but he started acting a bit differently around you, a little more suspicious and like he’s hiding something

-he ends up confessing it to you in a drunken state, but he sobers up pretty quickly once he realizes what he said

-if you make him promise to not hurt anyone who didn’t absolutely deserve it, he will just be so grateful you’re not angry at him

-definitely more affectionate with you afterwards

-strengthens your relationship tbh

Toki:

-dude he would be so nervous the entire time about you finding out

-would never do it himself , always has a klokiteer do it

-wouldn’t tell you or hint at it

-he would only kill people that were pieces of shit dildos, he would send the rest to the dethklok prison

-he confesses everything out of guilt, he confesses the way he enjoyed beating the shit out of people who deserved it, especially after they did something to you or got too close to you

-you comfort him because he didn’t do anything inherently morally wrong, and he’s overjoyed and relieved

-he would probably hug you for a long time, like a cuddle, with a few kisses

-you make him promise to not do it again, not only for your sake, but for his too

-he never leaves your side after that

Skwisgaar:

-i’m honestly so 50/50 abt him

-i feel like he wouldn’t try to hide it, but it’s just hidden somehow

-he doesn’t act any different, he acts extremely casual, you don’t notice any difference in his behavior around you, maybe a little more touchy but you assumed it was just you growing closer

-definitely holds your lower back in an over protective kinda way

-would very casually mention it in conversation like “oh ja , ams killst thats guys”

-you would have to do a double take and like interrogate him , he would admit everything but only to you

-he doesn’t want the others to think he’s like super gay or anything for killing these people for you

-they do not care but he’s self conscious

-would move on like nothing happened and tbh so did you, it wasn’t bothersome so why worry?

-clingy cuddles from him later frl

William:

-he probably tells you to be honest

-he’s proud of it

-wants you to be proud of him too

-you sigh and ask him how many people he killed

-he shrugs, he genuinely lost count, but he looks up at you with these puppy dog eyes that you can’t resist

-you groan and roll your eyes

-“okay fine, whatever, just at least try to make sure they’re a complete dildo beforehand, okay??”

-“shhurrrre okay”

-he would he attached at your hip for the end of time

-very VERY touchy, like has to be touching you at all times, likes to show you off as his

Charles:

-you have no fucking idea what’s going on

-he makes them all look like accidents

-he’s a little more affectionate than normal after he does it, but excuses it with being tired

-went on for a while before you even had an IDEA of anything happening

-he will not tell you, you have to find out yourself

-once you do, you wait for a while to confront him, study him and his actions

-you start to recognize when he did something and that’s when you confront him

-he lowkey begs for you to stay, he would apologize for everything, and get down on one knee while apologizing

-you could never say no to that face so you stay of course

-pampers you with gifts and quality time

oh my god babes i’m so sorry for the couple days of nothing from me 💔

life is weird rn but i will get back to work on the requests immediately!

never be afraid to request!

much love,

Mooshi <3

[lu-vin-it]

Drunk Texts and A Smoke Sesh

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Summary: After Abby Anderson sends you a drunken text, you invite her over to smoke, and nothing else. Okay maybe something else.

Pairings: Abby Anderson x Reader

Pronouns Used: None mentioned

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: They smoke! And mentions of drinking!!!

A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading ilysm!!

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up. It was so bright. Why the hell was it so bright? You sit up and look around your room. The curtains were wide open, you must’ve left them open the night before. You get up, tiptoeing as to not touch the cold hardwood floor any more than you have to as you walk to the windows and close the curtains. When you're back on your bed, you peek at your phone. 8:21 AM. Way too early. You check your notifications to see four texts from Abby. Weird.

Abby was a girl in your English class. You had hung out a few times at parties, and even studied together once, but that was where your friendship ended, so it was more than weird that she had texted you. Not that you were mad, she could text you anytime. She was probably the hottest girl you knew. And she played on the Softball team. In fact, Abby was a star player at the University. You went to every one of her games— secretly. You click on the texts.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

1:30 AM | Heyyyyyyyyty hoq aee youtuu

1:30 AM | how cone you rnt at the part rn :(((((()( i mis yo

1:31 AM | ur rly pryttty and ur fyn amd i loke when ur here

3:26 AM | cone ober plssssss

What the fuck. Did Abby fucking Anderson drunk text you? Are pigs flying? What the fuck do you even respond to that with? “Sorry I was asleep at 3:30, do you still want me”? Yeah, no. After thinking it over, you decide a simple “Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol” You sigh and rub your face. There was no way you were going back to sleep.

You didn’t want to sit around waiting by the phone for Abby to text you, so instead, you got up, got ready, and started doing some errands. Starting with laundry, then grocery shopping, and then dishes.

At around 12:30, you get a text.

You

8:29 | Good morning, don’t forget to take some Advil lol

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:36 | Good morning. I’m so fucking sorry about last night, I was super drunk, I completely understand if you block me or don’t want me to text you anymore.

You furrow your brows. Why would she think that??

You

12:36 | No worries, I thought it was cute

You bit your lip, was that too forward? No, of course it wasn’t. She drunkenly asked for a hookup, nothing is too forward at this point.

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Did you now?

Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You

12:37 | I did

Abby Anderon (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:37 | Are you going to the party tomorrow?

Well.. you weren’t planning on it.. but… if she was asking.. you were. You definitely were.

You

12:37 | At Nora’s? Yes!

12:37 | Will I see you there?

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | You will

12:38 | You have a ride?

You

12:38 | I usually uber

Abby Anderson (ENGLISH CLASS!!)

12:38 | Don’t, I’ll pick you up at 9

You giggled to yourself.

You

12:39 | Sounds like a plan

12:39 | Can’t wait

The next two days were painfully long. But at 9 on Saturday night, there was a knock at your door that made you absolutely freak out. You opened it with a smile.

“Hey Abby!” The blonde grins.

“Hey. You look great.”

“Says you. Come in, I gotta put my shoes on but we can leave afterwards!” You move to let her in. “Well.. if you still wanna go. If not, I have some weed and a nice TV in my room.” You say, leading her through your apartment.

“Could we watch Sandlot?” You look at her to see her expression morph into that of childish excitement.

“Of course we can. C’mon.” You let her into your bedroom. “Get comfy on the bed. I’m gonna put on some sweatpants.” You gesture to your jeans. You grab the pair of sweatpants sitting on top of your dresser and walk to the bathroom. When you come back, Abby is sitting criss cross on your bed next to the headboard. “Okay let me get my stash.”

An hour later, you were sitting next to Abby on your bed, your thighs pressed right against hers and your head on her shoulder. You reach for the bong on your bedside table, and reload it.

“Want another?” Abby glances over and stares at it for a moment before nodding. You pass it to her and then grab the lighter, giving that to her too. She takes a hit, exhaling it like a pro, and then takes another to clear it. Once it’s cleared, she hands it to you, and you take two more hits as well.

You put your head back on the blonde’s shoulder, and glance up at her. She’s beautiful. Her eyes are still glued to the screen, so you decide to keep staring at her, tracing her features with your eyes and taking her all in.

“Watch the movie, not me!” She says with a giggle, nudging you.

“Sorry.. you’re just really pretty.” Her smile fades and she looks down at you. You noticed how red her cheeks were.

“Don’t do that.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Do what?”

“Compliment me.”

“Why?” You frown, had you misread this? You sit up straight.

“Because.. it’s not fair.”

“How’s it not fair? You’re confusing me.” She sighs, frustrated.

“Because I can’t compliment you back!” Huh?

“What?”

“I can’t get the words out half the time. You make me so nervous.” So.. you hadn’t misread this?

“I make you nervous?” She nods. “Don’t be nervous, Abs.” She looks away from you. “Hey..” You place your hand on her cheek and turn her head to you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You lean in, your lips almost touching. “Can I k—“ You're cut off by Abby slamming her lips into your own. You smile into the kiss. You took the lead for the most part, and Abby just mimicked your movements. Still, it was a great kiss, like, a life changing kiss. When you parted, you smiled at each other. “Guess that answers my question.”

“Shut up.” She says, shaking her head, a smile betraying the threatening demeanor she was trying to put on. You pulled her into another kiss.

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Tagging: @lov9r

[thatfailedpokemontrainer]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Sprite, and most definitely everyone else this time.

We miss you bunches too.

I promise I’ve never felt unappreciated bubs. I enjoy making sure everyone is taken care of, and the cooking. Are you doing okay? The sleeping a lot is usually not a great sign…

Make sure you teens go out and have some fun while I’m gone too okay? You don’t need to stay cooped up in the house.

You don’t have to write me back if it hurts, but I do really appreciate hearing back from you.

Beedrill: That’s super fair! I have been making absolutely sure that Bird wants to do things before I take her with me. Today she met a baby Spheal and she was very excited about that. We are taking things slow and gentle and careful. She tried matcha ice cream and did not like it because it “tastes like grass”, but I am very excited because this is the first time she told me that she disliked something! She will be in bed by 8:30 and with the lights on. It’s a good thing I brought a sleeping mask.

Tari: Hello hi!! I’m glad that you’re having a good time :) And I’m happy that my room is comfy and nice haha. Don’t worry too much about keeping it clean, it’s a bit…chaotic in there most of the time anyways, between Cobbler being himself and Jester’s offerings…OH. IF YOU SEE ANY PINK BITS AND BAUBLES ON THE FLOOR DO NOT THROW THEM AWAY. There is a pink basket on my dresser, put them in there. They’re probably offerings from Jester and he gets very very upset if you throw them away on accident. I’m glad that you think you and Del are salvageable. I’m not going to push you to forgive it. It put your its and your lives at risk several times when it could have been avoidable and I am still a bit upset at it for that. Just because I love Del doesn’t mean that I’m not absolutely on your side.

Kittsu: That is very silly. Ember baffles and amuses me once more. Oh! Right, there are water-type jelly treats in the fridge. You should try giving some to Aeries, I think she would like them. All I ask is that you stay safe.

Sprite: I feel like I should clarify that I didn’t intend to make you think that you needed to take care of everything. Even I couldn’t take care of everything in the house on my own, that’s a lot of work. As long as everyone is alive and uninjured, and the house is not a smoking trash heap I will be happy. Don’t forget that Vivianne is still home, and she can help you with anything else that you need while I’m gone. ALSO! A thought! Instead of handwriting your letters because they hurt you, you can always type up and print your portion of the letter and attach it instead.

I love you all lots and lots and I’m hoping to be able to come home later next week

Polaris (and Bird :))"

[A few photos are attached. One of Bird patting a very pleased-looking Spheal, another of Bird holding a cone of green ice cream looking a bit disgusted, and a final one of...Polaris talking to Skie? That one seems to have been taken by Bird.]

[A letter was sent back. This time most of it was typed.]

Hi Polaris.

I messed up. I want to be honest with you here i just.

Need to tell you how much I fucked up.

Kittsu was starting to talk to Mari. And Mari was being a better friend then I could ever be to her. I freaked out. Bad. I felt like she was going to leave me- everything was happening all at once.

I told Kittsu to leave and she went home.

I've tried talking to her since. But she just. Dislikes herself more than she likes me. 'ts like talking to a wall.

...

Tari's been staying over less. And beedrill's been avoiding me since. I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry I couldn't handle being alone. I thought I was better than this.

...

Me, Beedrill and Tari are going out tommorow. 'ts gonna be good.

We'll be good, don't cut your trip short.

... 'll let everyone respond from here.

I am glad you're caring for her. She likes you. Your support and love for her is incomparable to the morsels I am able to provide. I have been wondering about service pokemon lately. I know you want to keep service pokemon and battling pokemon seperate but would it be possible for a pokemon to be both? Hm. I want to be better than this. There is much to think about. -Beedrill

Oh HIYA Proffesor!! Yeah- the little gremlin has been sleeping on your floor, scratching and whining and stuff- Luckily Corro keeps him off of the bed :3. And me and Delta made up! It took me to the arcade to play air hocky today!! I won 6 matches out of 10 ^^. I'm staying a bit at both houses rn, but ye!! Thank you for your generosity.

Tired. Might go back to bed.

Love.

Sprite

Beedrill.

Tari xoxo

[angelst4re]

Hi! I’m absolutely in love with your writing, definitely my favourite fan fiction writer atm. Do you think you could write a one shot for Jamie Bower about the reader going into labor? Like how he would react and just a bunch of fluff afterwards. Ly!! <3

Hi love!! I actually just posted this on my other account then I had second thoughts, so I decided to come back to this account. I'm staying loyal to this account. I will sink on this ship. is that the saying? but anyway i had so much fun writing this, i just couldn't stop!! i hope you like it :)

Our Beautiful Girl- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: none :) just pure fluff

୨♡୧ note: i was listening to turning page on repeat whilst writing this, it just set the mood so well.

You and Jamie were sat up in bed, Jamie was reading a book he had bought earlier that week, you were on your laptop looking at hotels to book for your next holiday. You showed Jamie some of the most interesting looking ones, but he was so engrossed in his book that you didn’t get more than a ‘hm’ or ‘awh’ out of him, but that was until you went silent. 

Your back was aching, more than usual, and you felt a sudden tightening. You knew what was about to happen. 

“Is everything alright, darling?” Jamie asks, processing the emotion on your face- a mixture of shock, pain and excitement. 

“I think… I think it’s time, Jamie.” You say, a slight chuckle coming from you. However, Jamie was far from laughter. 

“Holy shit! Oh, fuck! Okay, um…” Jamie shoots out of bed, pulling a t-shirt over his head and trying not to freak out any more than he already was. 

“Babe, calm down! It’s not like it’s just going to pop out right here right now!” You giggle, “you read the books, right?” 

No. 

“Yeah, yeah I remember now,” he lied, “so what do we do now?” 

“We wait until the contractions are five minutes or so apart, then we go to the hospital.” You explain softly, “why don’t you call your family, tell them it’s happening!” 

“Okay, sure. Do you need anything? Some water?”

“I’m fine at the moment, love. Thank you,” you say with a smile. 

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It was only 25 minutes until your waters broke, you had gotten up from your bed to find Jamie when you felt a slight wetness, at first you thought you had maybe just peed a little bit, but then you realised it was much more than a little bit of wee. 

“Jamie!” You called out, holding on to the wall as you walked along, down to the living room. 

“Yes, love?” 

“I think my waters just broke, I got up to find you and-”

“Oh Christ, okay, where did it happen, darling?” He asks, his hand cupping your cheek. 

“By the bedroom, it wasn’t on the carpet! I’ll clean it up soon-” 

“Baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it, okay? Why don’t you go and put a movie on for now? How far apart are the contractions?” 

“Uh, I don’t know, 20 minutes maybe? I haven’t really been keeping track of it.” You confess.

“That’s okay, just make sure you’re comfortable. Is everything packed in the hospital bags?” 

“Yeah, I just need the car seat for the baby, that’s with your mum though, isn’t it?” 

“Fuck, it is. Don’t worry, I’ll call her again, ask if she can drop it over.” 

“Why don’t you go over and get it?” 

“And leave you here by yourself? No way! I’m sure she won’t mind, I promise!” Jamie says before disappearing towards the bedroom. 

You get comfortable on the sofa- as directed by Jamie, and put on a random TV channel. However, you were too sleepy to even focus on what was going on. You looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 2:30 am, surely you had time to take a nap before the contractions start to get worse. 

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“Fuck!” You shout out, sitting yourself up. After Jamie had cleaned up and put the hospital bags in his car, he had come and snuggled up next to you on the sofa, rubbing your belly and placing gentle kisses as you napped. 

“Contraction?” Asked Jamie, you nodded your head and he took his phone from the coffee table, “if the next one is five minutes apart we can leave, okay?” 

“Yes.” You grunted, the pain becoming overwhelming as tears fell from your eyes. 

“You’re doing so well, okay, love,” Jamie says, running his hand through your hair, “I know you can do this.”

“I can’t!” You shouted, “Jamie I’m so scared. I don’t think I can do it,” the contraction started to fade off now, leaving you breathless and sweaty, “I don’t think I’m ready to be a parent.”

“You can, darling,” he says, rubbing your back, “you’re going to be an amazing mummy! It’s going to be scary as hell for the first few months but we’ll get through it together, baby, okay? We’re together in this, we’ll always be. There’ll be things we need to learn and rules we’ll need to make but we’re going to get there, okay? I promise you, love, everything is going to be okay. You just have to trust me.” 

By now you were leaning your head on Jamie’s shoulder as you cried, in fear and pure love. You trusted him. You would trust him with your life. You would trust him with your child’s life. 

“I do,” you sobbed, “I’m just so scared!”

“Don’t be, sweetheart. I’m here. What are you scared of?”

“If anything goes wrong! I don’t want you to be alone, what if we don’t make it, me or the baby?”

You see Jamie’s heart visibly shatter through his eyes, he pulls you even closer to him- or as much as he can without hurting you. 

“That’s not going to happen, okay? Don’t think like that. You’re so strong, my love, I know you know it too. And,” you see him hesitate before continuing, “if anything does happen, then that will be fucking awful.” He chuckles, nervously. “But it won’t, we’re going to come home- whether it be tomorrow, a week- I don’t care how long, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re all going to come home, happy and healthy as a family, okay, love?” 

You nod your head, before feeling the next contraction begin. Jamie checks the time again, and tells you they’re 7 minutes apart. 

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At 12:13pm, your daughter was born. 

You and Jamie finally decided, at 6 minutes between contractions, to get in the car and go to the hospital, seeing as it was quite a journey from where you lived. He called the hospital, then helped you in and made sure you were comfortable before driving off. 

Not long after arriving at the hospital you were taken to the labour ward and made to change into a hospital gown before the midwife arrived to examine you. 

Jamie stayed by your side the entire time, holding your hand, massaging your back, going through breathing exercises, doing anything and everything he could to help you. Little did he know, his presence in this moment meant more to you than anything in the world. 

When it was finally time to push, Jamie held your hand even tighter, almost as if he were to let go, then you would disappear. He told you what was happening, as your head was thrown back. Telling you how well you were doing, how the baby was so close to being here and then suddenly, she was born. 

The sound of your baby's cry let you know that she was out, Jamie was the first to tell you she was a beautiful girl as he cut the umbilical cord, a single tear rolling down his cheek. The moment your baby came into contact with your skin, every fear you had simply melted away as Jamie smiled down at you. 

“Our beautiful girl.”

[chamomileharry]

hii, do you have any fic recommendations where harry likes to cry during sex? hahaha sorry for this is so random but thank u <3

hii! i am so so so sorry it took me a while to get to this ask <3 please read the tags (: if you have other requests, feel free to ask, enjoy!

𓄼 Naughty Girl (1k) by ItIsWhatItIs9194

Harry absolutely hated getting fucked anally. Louis knew that, too. But he knew that was the point. 

Or

Submissive Harry has a pussy and needs to be punished.

𓄼 it’s part of me, apart from you *need an ao3 account* (1k) by orphan_account

Louis leaves and Harry forgets. 𓄼 I have often prayed for an angel (2k) by orphan_account “Daddy,” he whines, voice already growing high in pitch. “Can I? Please?” “Of course angel,” Louis whispers fondly, hand tangling in Harry’s hair as he brushes it back. He loves Harry’s long strands, maybe even more than Harry does himself. “You look so beautiful on your knees like that, so eager to suck my cock.” “Mhm,” Harry hums, already licking at Louis’ slit. He begins to suckle softly at the head, peering up at Louis with wide eyes. The angel wings stretch on either side of him, and it’s so obscene, how filthy the act they’re doing is in contrast to the white feathers adorning Harry’s back. “Love your cock Daddy.” Or, the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage. 𓄼 Blankets Off *need an ao3 account* (2k) by MYGiswhipped Every time the boys watch a scary movie, Louis lets Harry cock warm him. Harry doesn't know why Louis will only let him do it during scary movies, but he's determined to make the most of it when he gets the chance.Also: it's hard to explain, but the other boys are in on and actively participate in Louis and Harry's sex life. Sometimes Harry just needs the extra attention and praise. 𓄼 like craters in the moon (3.9k) by orphan_account “H—Harry,” Louis moaned, hips stuttering forward a bit. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.”

And then Harry said the four words that changed everything.

“Come in my dimples.”

Or, the one in which Louis has a thing for Harry's dimples. 𓄼 baby i’m a four alarm fire (4k) // by orphan_account harry and zayn are known around the neighbourhood for their loud fights, the nice old lady across the street finally calls the cops. louis is the new officer in town, and harry is very persuasive. there's also arson somewhere in there.

𓄼 Cigarette in my left hand, Corona in my right hand (4.9k) by thebreadvan

Tears are running down Harry's cheeks freely now, and his chest is heaving and his cock is leaking and - "Fuck, shit -- mmnghhh -- I'm coming".

"Mr. Styles", he hears from his laptop, "I'm going to have to ask you to turn off your microphone." Mr. Winston says and Harry's eyes bulge out of his head, Louis stiffening under him.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵　

Or, lockdown is hard, online classes suck and it's too cold in the apartment, but Louis keeps Harry warm. Harry's class hears all about it.

𓄼 oh how I wish that was me (4.9k) by orphan_accoun

A tear drops, and then another. A pathetic sound escapes his mouth, pitiful just like his thoughts.

Because Harry wishes it was him.

He wishes he was the one with a baby growing in his belly—a real one that is. He oh so wishes this whole thing with Louis becoming a dad was real, wants Louis to be the father of a baby, to be announcing his excitement over starting a family—but not with some random girl their management picked up. He wants it to be him; the person Louis is sharing this experience with, wants to be the carrier of their child—children—so so much.

But, he wasn't, and it's not like he could ever do that for Louis. And that knowledge hurt more than anything, every single day of his life.

Or, the one in which Modest! still sucks, Harry breaks down and Louis comforts him.

𓄼 complicated freak (5k) by likelarry

Harry has always fantasized about having a gangbang and Louis indulges him.

Or the one where Harry gets fucked by multiple people to fullfil his orgy, gangbang fantasy.

𓄼 Nothing But A Fucking Playboy (6.2k) by soin1d

Harry is like any teenager - horny, needy, and desperate for a good fuck. He's always eager to submit himself to his boyfriend Louis despite his dirty mouth and cocky attitude. He wants to be used, fucked, and treated like a filthy slut whenever and wherever he is, and he'll do anything to get his way.

Or the one where Harry uses jealousy to push Louis off the edge at a Halloween party. Because Harry knows Louis always fucks rougher when he's angry.

𓄼 Baby Honey (47.3k) by JesHallvol6

“Is that Louis Tomlinson?” Niall shouts in his ear over the booming bass of the club music. He points over Harry’s shoulder, bouncing up and down to the beat.

Harry’s head has never turned so fast in his entire life.

[44-in-color]

Period | Formula 1

pairing: female oc x no one word count: 800 warnings: some blood mentioned

synopsis: Sabrina has a great start to her race until something happens during lap 4...

a/n: this is my first fanfic! I'm super excited to get started. Hope you enjoy it!

Sabrina’s AMR22 rolled to a stop at the side of the pits.

“Um– guys, don’t freak out when you get the car back to the garage.” Her voice crackled over the radio, a little squeaky.

“Is everything all right, Sabrina?” Her race engineer’s smooth tone carried hints of worry.

“Yeah! Everything’s okay. I’m okay, the car’s okay. Um– you’ll understand when you see it. Yeah– just I’ll– I’ll explain when I get back,” Sabrina hurried through her stilted and broken non-explanation.

“Okay…” The radio cut out and Sabrina knew Damon was utterly confused but trusted her enough to leave it at that. Then she was left, sitting in her seat, wondering-

How the fuck am I getting out of this car?

She could feel the wet patch underneath her and knew for sure her race suit would be stained with blood.

It was clear in her mind how she had gotten into this mortifying position.

Sabrina could not believe her luck when on the fourth lap, her period started.

At first, she thought it was just sweat. She had herself convinced that even though she had never felt like this in any other race, it was just sweat.

A few laps go by, and the absolute horror-filled reality started sinking into her bones.

She had started her period in the middle of a race.

Her mind started racing – her period wasn’t even supposed to start for another week.

Should she tell the team over the radio?

No, everyone is listening to team radios.

Should she pull to the side and retire from the race?

No! It’s just my period. You do this every month, just because you’re bleeding doesn’t mean you don’t know how to drive a car, Sabrina!

Should she ignore it?

What other option is there?

So, she put her head down, pushed through the rest of the race, and landed her AMR22 in 12th.

Not great – but not bad for her emerald tractor.

Now, she was stuck. She was bleeding into the car, and her race suit was completely stained from the waist down.

“Sabrina, everything all right?” Sabrina’s eyes were drawn from glaring a hole into her steering wheel toward Sebastian’s voice.

“Um– not really,” her voice came out in a soft whisper. She felt her heartbeat start to pound in her ears as she saw Sebastian’s soft smile turn into a worried fatherly frown.

“Is this about your result? I know it sucks not finishing in points, but you were very close today. You’ve just got to keep pushing-”

“No, no. It’s not that. I-” Sabrina looked down, her hands fidgeting, voice breaking halfway through. She could feel her face heat up inside her helmet, tears stinging her eyes at the absolute mortification of having to say it out loud.

“Sabrina?” Sebastian crouched next to the car, gloved hand reaching through the gap in the halo, resting by her head.

“I- Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing.” She felt as if her throat was closing on itself, unwilling to let her share something so natural yet shameful at the same time.

Sebastian waited patiently, staying crouched next to her car. His eyes weren’t searching, just comforting, and his smile was calm.

Taking a deep breath and starting again, “I- it was lap four and- um- I could feel something, and at first, I just thought it was sweat, you know? Drivers sweat all the time during races, but then I realized this didn’t feel like other times- and honestly, I think I was just in denial-”

Sabrina was cut off as Sebastian placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe,” a soft and simple command from Sebastian, but it was enough for Sabrina to deflate.

She realized she was straining as she grasped her steering wheel. Slowly releasing her death grip, she let her head fall back.

“I started my period.” It came out smooth as if she was talking about the weather or what she had for breakfast.

In reality, she was just barely starting to calm down. She released a shaky breath and turned to look back at Sebastian.

“Okay.” He just nodded in return and started looking around.

“I don’t see any cameras nearby- I think they’re all with the podium sitters right now,” Sebastian’s voice was strong and unwavering. Sabrina felt like he was her fierce protector, washing all her anxiety away.

“We should be all clear to the weight checker and then we’ll get you another race suit for the interviews.” He slowly got up, knees cracking from the prolonged squatting position. Sabrina nodded in return; voice still not strong enough to reply.

“Now, grab my hand and come out of the car. Everything is going to be okay.” Sebastian’s hand stretched out and Sabrina knew he was telling the truth.

[faeriecap]

tell me abt the top 5 stevebucky headcanons that live rent free in ur mind🥰

aaaaaaa i love this tysm!! all i can think about rn are stevebucky from my latest wip but if u send me this again later i might have more brainrot for their canon versions for you !!

1. steve prefers savory stuff while bucky looooves sweets so buckys always looking up these fancy recipes to try and make for steve who is always super touched but he CANNOT bake for shit without genuine hazard to their lives so he just buys bucky a bag of candy on his way home from work and buckys like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 truly the man of the year i am so down bad how did i get so lucky (for reference at one point bucky literally works at a gourmet candy store but he’s impressed by like maynards lmao he’s such a simp)

2. i know everyone typecasts skinny steve as completely tone deaf but i’m special <33 so i have this hc that they go to a karaoke bar one night and theater kid bucky is so excited because he hasn’t performed in forever but hopefully he can still sing bc steve has kept teasing him about his “dulcet operatic tones” and he doesn’t even know why he feels the need to prove himself so competitively like sure they’re good friends but why would he care if steve thinks he has a good voice lol?? and sam is looking through the list and hes like “aye steve your gal is on here i’ll sign you up” and bucky’s like “huh? who?” and clints grinning like “oh YEAH hes very fond of dolores, is our steven.” and steve BLUSHES looking at bucky and they’re both kinda laughing and hes like “i showed you that in CONFIDENCE you shits” and bucky’s like thinking hes shy bc he can’t carry a tune so he’s like “awww c’mon dont heckle him i’ll duet with you steve so it’s not so bad” and they get up there and sam has put in a request for zombie and bucky starts casually singing and the first chorus comes and steve absolutely BELTS IT OUT LIKE DECIMATES THE CRANBERRIES AND BUCKY IS JUST THERE LIKE. STARING !!!! HE FORGETS TO EVEN SING LIKE HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME????? and then when they get together bucky thinks about it and he’s like wait oh. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. OHHHH???? needless to say they leave the karaoke bar early that night lmfao

3. one of my favorite parts of this fic and what started it all is steve is from an area that has these extremely colorfully painted houses and his childhood home is in bRIGHT red and baby blue with white trim (because duh) and bucky thinks it’s the most garish, hilarious, extremely steve thing ever and he loves it 😩

4. once they start living together steve and bucky are both constantly covered in glitter like. glitter all the freaking time. because steve works a job as a character performer at a mythology museum 🤡

5. bucky offers to model for steve’s figure drawing class at one point and everyone is freaking out over him like HOLY SHIT WHO TF IS THIS GUY and they start calling him “the hot american” and all anyone can talk about is the Hot American™️ but they keep it super professional pretending like they don’t know each other and then the last day of the class bucky changes into his clothes while everyone’s packing up and steve’s ready to go so he’s just like “hey babe ready to bounce” and steve’s like “fuck yeah” and completely snogs him in front of everyone who are just there like o_0 and they run out to the street laughing so hard at their faces bucky has to carry steve onto the bus until he can find his inhaler

lol ik this isn’t probably what u had in mind but ty so much for giving me a chance to talk about The Boys <333333

bonus: PEGGY AND BUCKY GETTING REALLY FUCKING DRUNK AND SINGING LINGER on natasha’s couch one night using the bottle as a mic lolololol

[winderlylandchime]

In case anybody was wondering how my week has been going, i am here to offer this inside look into my life. Literally a day after I sent the message where he mentioned Queer Eye, one of the guys from the group announced that he is leaving the show and he has been sad all week. He’s been watching the episodes of the show for the past 3 days because he is sad about him leaving since I guess it was one of his favorites. And i guess to honor(?) him for the fact that he is leaving the show, he decided to rearrange MY furniture in MY living room in the middle of the night. He couldn’t actually move anything big except this one like armchair type of thing I have that came with like a tiny foot rest, that I actually hate so i just use it as an extra seat. Anyway, he moved it to be on the opposite side of where it was before which okay, i guess. But the problem is that he decided to put the foot rest in front of the armchair which made it to be in front of the door that leads into the yard. Do you see where this is going? Because he somehow did not. He wakes up pretty early because of his meds and then usually he gets his coffee and goes outside to have his little alone time. Well on the way out everything went well and then I came downstairs, saw what he did and called him which lead to him being excited like a golden retriever to show me what he did and trying to run inside, FORGETTING that HE placed that damn foot rest almost directly in front of the door and he flew over it like he was in a cartoon. And it would’ve been hilarious if he didnt try to save himself by putting his arm up to catch himself which resulted in him breaking his wrist. So now he has a cast on for like 2 months. The only fun parts about it all were: when he fell, we didn’t immediately realize he broke it and all he did was yell out ‘fuck you netflix’ so loudly my neighbor heard him which is kinda funny in a way. And when we went to the ER, one of his old doctors was there, saw him and went 'What did you do now? Please tell me that show you’re watching didnt cause this’ And my brother went ‘Don’t bring Brian into this, it was a different gay show this time.‘ The doctor then made a joke that maybe he should start watching “straight tv” since he keeps ending up in the ER. And this dumbass forgot about his arm being broken and like slammed/clutched his chest to be dramatic and went ‘sounds borin- FUCKING HELL MOTHERFUCKER THAT HURT!’ This all happened in the waiting room btw and yes, everyone did stare at him. When we were leaving the doctor was telling me about his check up next week and then went ‘good luck with *waves his hand towards my brother talking to a random old lady behind me* all that, seems like you need it.’ My favorite part was when he said bye to my brother, he was giving him instructions and he goes ‘now when you get home, lay down on a couch and don’t move’ and my brother goes ‘for like a day or the weekend or how long?’ And the doctor goes ‘try forever. I have a feeling it’s the only way to keep you alive’ I’m glad other people are starting to see my pain. And just so you know: he is absolutely terrified (lol) to tell our mom. So he’s trying to come up with a plan on how to do it because they have a FaceTime scheduled for tomorrow where they both eat lunch and talk about random shit. Which includes QAF!!! They made a compromise: he can talk about the show but she puts 20 minutes on a timer and when it goes off, he has to immediately shut up about the show. And she actually pays attention and even asks questions! OH! And when we got home from the hospital, he had a package waiting for him that deserves its own separate message because i thought it was the coolest/cutest thing ever!

Oh my god. He broking his freaking wrist? I am dying. And over ANOTHER queer show? Admittedly, Bobby is the hardest working of the bunch. He literally does renovation on people's homes in the same time that Karamo takes them to play paintball and Antoni smashes an avocado on bread.

I almost wish you had footage of his fall. My spouse went ass over head over my SIL's dog two Christmases ago and their ring camera caught the entire thing. It is my favorite thing ever. (They are unharmed, both spouse and dog).

The doctor is OVER your brother (but I think also entertained, like this is the highlight of his week).

And look at your mom compromising and showing interest! I hope she doesn't kill him because we are dying to know how he reacts to S5.

Thank you for this update! I had folks wondering if I had heard from you recently.

[nightowlfandom]

Yuma Mukami- Scream For Me

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SO ANON ASKS

If you’re prompts are still a go can I get a Yuma Mukami from DL and reader with the prompts

37- “Am I making you nervous, Y/N?

17- “We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.”

39- "Just admit you want fuck me…if you behave, I might just let you.”

28- “I’m more than capable of being rough with you babe. You just watch.”

32- “Shh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?”

And the reader is still pretty new to the Mukami mansion, and is Lowkey terrified of Yuma because he’s so big and loud and ANGRY sounding but she also like has a thing for him? She’s also quite smaller than he is because he’s so tall and broad

That’s a lot BUT LET’S FUCKING GO YESSSSS

Babygirl.....it’s on. ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

Leggo!

...

Was hiding really the way to go? Absolutely! You were in a constant state of alert in this place. You had only been here less than two weeks and you were honestly over it already. 

You had gotten lost so many times, you began to wonder if you lived in a maze that changed with every turn. It wouldn’t surprise you to be honest.

Of all the people that could have been forced into this world without choice, it was you. Thanks to your mother and her debts. You could just remember her words.

It’s for our family, honey...

Selling you out to strangers, nice. 

You missed your other friends, you missed Yui (God only knows how much shit she’s going through without you to back her up. Every day you would go over there to make sure she was still alive. There was hell to pay if you saw so much as a scratch on her.)

You had found yourself in a seemingly abandoned bedroom.

“Finally away from those freaks.” you grumbled, sliding down the door. “This is what I’ve been reduced to, hiding.” you griped. You could still hear the commotion, the smashing of glass and the arguing of men over who would get to bite you first. It suddenly got quiet, too quiet. It felt like the air was getting stiff. You felt eyes on you...you were being watched, but by who.

“Someone’s in here.” you concluded.

Before you could scramble to your feet and leave, you were stopped.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, not unless you want to get ambushed.”

Yuma Emerged from a dark corner, toying with a hair tie. You watched in silence as he secured his hair back. He swaggered over to you, gently resting his hand against the door, trapping you between it and himself. “Any reason you’re in my room?”

You were taken aback, he seemed quite calm and reserved unlike the rambunctious and loud asshole you saw before. That wasn’t good. If anything this side of him made you even more afraid.

.”I said what are you doing in my room!” he demanded, slamming his fist on the door. That alone was enough to make you flinch and turned your head away.

“I got lost!” you replied as loudly as you could, not even close to matching his tone. You sounded scared and pathetic...mostly because you were. “Please don’t punish me like RukI!” 

You had looked him in the eye...once. Big mistake.

“Please, like I’d waste my time.” he sneered. “You’re really that frightened of my brothers?”

You shamefully nodded your head, not trusting your voice. 

“Fine, stay as long as you want.” he huffed, stepping away from you.

“Huh?” you found your voice. “Really?!” you sounded a bit too happy.

“Are you that excited to be here with me?” he tilted his head to the side, a strange smile spreading across his face. “Y/N....it’s Y/N, right?” 

“Y-yes?” it came out like a question instead of an actual answer. 

“I figured. Just thought I put a name to the face that watches me so often.” he winked. “Do you like me or something?”

Shit! He knew?

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? " he asked, still smiling devilishly. “It’s adorable.” 

Yuma made you look up at him, slipping his fingers under your chin.

“I think your little crush on me is funny.”

“Funny?” you repeated, feeling shocked. Wow, were you that pathetic? “Good to know.” you grumbled.

“What did you say?” he glowered, glaring down at you.

“I know you think I’m just a weak human...but I have feelings.” you moped, starting to turn around. “I’ll just leave.”

“Are you gonna wait for me to finish?” he snapped, just as your hand hit the doorknob.

Defeated, you lowered your hand and turned back around. 

“I like messing with you, Am I making you nervous Y/N?”

As you stayed silent, he burst out laughing. 

Yuma thought you were adorable, adorable and slightly wimpy. You were much more fun to torment than the other one...whatever her name was. Yuki? Yuna? Jennifer? Who cared?

“Since you have to do what we say, you’re gonna spend the night with me.”

Shit....

...

You crawled onto your side of the bed, as close to the edge as possible. You didn't want to risk anything. You were scared to death. 

“We’re only sharing a bed, it isn’t the end of the world.” You saw Yuma yank his shirt over his head, revealing all his glory. “I mean, it could be with me.” he winked. You hadn’t even changed clothes, you were in the same dress you wore that day.

You instantly turned on your other side, not wanting him to see your face. You turned away from him. He was so godly it was wrong. You felt the bed dip down.

It was silent for a few minutes, you had almost relaxed a bit. Keyword: Almost. You felt his fingers creep up your thigh. 

His low breathy laughter caught your attention.

“You’re so cute.” you heard him whisper. “I think I’ll keep you.” his lips ghosted over your ear.

You bit down on your lip to stop from moaning. You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling you. His fingers kept inching and inching closer to that spot between your legs. “ Just admit you want fuck me…if you behave, I might just let you. “

You choked on your own breath as he lashed his tongue around your ear, moaning to add insult to injury. 

Then you did it. You moaned ever so quietly, but he could sure as hell hear it. Yuma slapped a hand over your mouth right before he pushed you on your back. He used his other hand to pry your legs apart. “Look at that, all fucking wet for me....what if I just?” He bought his fingers to his mouth and spit on his fingers. Your eyes widened in anticipation as he bought his hand into the waistband of your panties. You felt his wet fingers slip inside. 

You let out another moan, this time louder. 

“ Shh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?” He shushed you. “Listen to that.” he reveled in the lewd sounds your body made for him. “Listen to that~” he snarled as he thrust his fingers deeper. “Fuck.” he watched you tremble under him. You moaned into his hand, practically drooling. Your insides clenched around his fingers. “You like being defiled by me, don’t you? You’re making a fucking mess, nasty slut.”

You watched through hooded eyes and Yuma finger fucked you. He stared down at his hand doing the deed, mouth again with his tongue hanging out. It was almost like he was receiving pleasure of his own through bullying you in such a lewd way. You were moaning into his hand, completely unaware of your volume. Anyone who could way by would absolutely hear.

Yuma took his hand from your mouth and grabbed your right leg. He tore his fingers from your and lifted your leg up, running his tongue along your calf before burying his fangs into your scorching hot skin. You gasped at the pain. 

“Fuck.” he lapped up your blood. He drove his fangs even deeper into the exact same place. Yuma’s brothers would be pissed off when they learned that they wouldn’t have been the firsts to bite you.

Yuma stared down at you, looking absolutely feral. Blood smeared across his cheek. He smiled evilly.

“W-what are you gonna do to me?” you dumbly asked. “You’re not gonna be rough are you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m gonna be more than rough, human.  I’m more than capable of being rough with you babe. You just watch. I’m gonna fucking destroy you until you can’t go anywhere without being carried there by me.“ 

[beezhoney12]

DILF!Shoto Todoroki X F!Babysitter Reader

Things he looks forward to SFW (hcs?)

A/N: okay this is my first time like writing on here but i am so fucking excited you literally don’t understand.....TW: age gap, (idk if i have to put this if it’s sfw but i’m doing it either way! shoto is like 45 and a pro hero, reader is in her twenties)

Ever since you started babysitting shotos twin boys he’s started to look forward to a lot of things, of course he always has his kids achievements to look forward too but, romantically he now has you to brighten his day. Like sometimes he has to go to work early and he needs you at his house by like 6 in the morning so he lets you come in pajamas. At first you refuse but once you get more comfortable with him you just get up, grab your change of clothes bag and get in your car to drive to shotos house

He absolutely loves seeing you with your sleepy no makeup face, your messy hair and your cute pj’s

He can't help but stare jusssst a little as you lay down on the couch to wait for the twins wake up. He thinks the way you match your fuzzy socks with your pajamas is adorable.

Sometimes you pass out as soon as you get there and he covers you up with a blanket and adjusts your head on the pillow so your comfortable. You sleepily mumble “mm thanks Mr.Todoroki, come back safe.” hanajshhs he blushes so hard and has a smile on his face the whole day he's so happy to the point it kinda freaks his sidekicks out 😭

Also another thing he looks forward to is when you surprise him with lunch at the office with his twins! He loves seeing you come in with his boys and enjoying his lunch with you 3

Sometimes the twins insist on dressing themselves and they do that so they can try and match their outfits with yours so they can surprise you. Shoto loves seeing that once you step into his office he thinks y’all look so fucking cute.

Like father like son is an understatement the twins tease you all the time!

One way the twins and their dad team up is that they make shoto spoon feed you like he does to them. “papa y/n’s hungry too ya gotta give her some food!” “mhm! you have to share with her papa y/n looks hungry!” the twins would say. “hm yes she does look hungry open up and say ah sweetheart” shoto says with a sly smile. The twins giggle at your red face and stuttering protests while shoto only smirks lovingly.

Now that shotos an older pro hero and has kids he leaves the long missions to his sidekicks so he usually comes back home at a reasonable time. Just in time to see you feeding the twins and to have dinner with the 3 of you.

You usually end up having dinner with the todorokis, per shotos words he “doesn’t want to send you back home starving” so he insists that you eat with them. but honestly he also does it because he just loves to see you be motherly with the twins and catch up with you about your day. He asks you about college or your plans for your days off and you ask him about his hero work.

He loves how you praise him for his hard work, or when you tell him you saw him on the news he blushes when you start to gush over him. “Shoto! I saw you on the news when the twins and I came back from the park you looked so cool in that interview!” hell be like thank “thank you y/n” 🙂 but on the inside he’s like “....what size diamond do you want for your wedding ring-”

He helps you with dishes, ignoring your protests that doing the dishes is part of cleaning up after the toddlers which is your job, “you’ve dealt with the two monsters all day which is equivalent to a full day of a pro hero’s work, just finish having dinner”

OH AND HE LOVES TUCKING IN THE TWINS WITH YOU HE LOVES SEEING THE TWINS BEG YOU FOR BEDTIME STORIES. His heart melts at the way you kiss their foreheads goodnight.

oh and of course shoto never misses his nightly flirting with you at the door before you’re about to leave.

“Oh my god you saw my fuzzy sheep socks?! that is so embarrassing” you said with a giggle while covering your face. “Not at all, I thought you accessorized them very well with the sheep’s on your pajamas” shoto said while chuckling and trying to pry your arms off your face. “Shoto! Shoto no!” you said while laughing. “no! why’re you hiding your pretty face from me!” he said while laughing with you. He wrapped his arms around you. You tried to squirm out of his grasp. He finally got a good look at the deep blush on your face. “m-mr todoroki?” you whispered out. Shoto leaned his face closer to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips. “hm?” “the twins are spying on us ” Shoto turned his head around to be met with the eyes of his toddlers whispering and giggling about the two of you.

A/N: OKAY BUT EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS WAS SO FUN??? LMAOAOAO LIKE I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS. I will definitely be doing more of dilf!shoto because i love him 🧎‍♀️. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed reading this let me know if you have any requests and please take care of yourselves over thanksgiving break and be safe <333

[loving-barnes]

DIFFERENT KIND OF WEDDING - STEVE ROGERS ver.2

(A/N): And here we have another version of a one-shot with Steve. I have even changed the name of it. Now, it feels right. Anyways, the plot is pretty much the same, some scenes were added and the word “massive” has been visibly reduced. Enjoy. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Warning: fluff, mentions of sex

Words: 3100+

FULL MASTERLIST

DIFFERENT KIND OF WEDDING / NOT THE WEDDING WE PLANNED – STEVE ROGERS

“Y/N, have you already decided what kind of flowers do you want?” Natasha asked.

“No, I haven’t been…”

“What about the food, Y/N? You and Steve don’t have much time. The wedding is in four months. You should have already picked the food.”

“Wanda, please, I have it…”

“Y/N? What about the music? I think I know the perfect band for your reception,” Tony winked at her.

“What? Tony, no! No ACDC on our wedding. Maybe at midnight when people are drunk…”

“Y/N?!”

“WHAT?!”

“What about the maid of honour?”

“Y/N? Y/N. Y/N!!!!”

They kept yelling at her, but she couldn’t listen anymore. It was exhausting.

It was ten in the evening when she fell face down on their shared bed, exhausted. All the questions about the upcoming wedding were making her sick. Was it a good idea to agree on an extravagant wedding where would be almost two hundred people and the most annoying team ever? Absolutely not.

“I hate my life,” was the first sentence Steve heard from her that day. She was tired and their voices kept ringing in her ears.

Steve was with Fury the whole day, discussing old and upcoming missions and giving reports about the team. He had to track the progress the team kept making, to fix issues if Fury asked him to. It had to be done so that the team would be able to focus on the wedding and enjoy some time off.

He pulled her fragile body closer to his as he was lying on the bed wearing nothing but sweatpants. His blue eyes scanned her fully clothed body. She was still dressed in the damn tight black skirt that drove him crazy. Even when she was tired and frustrated, she looked like a sweet snack.

“What happened this time?” he asked with a small smile. “Did Sam and Bucky make a stupid prank? Oh, no wait; I know what this is all about.” Steve put an index finger on her temple, closed his eyes and inhaled the air to be more dramatic. “It’s about the wedding.”

“Yes! It’s about the wedding!” she groaned and curled closer to his side, hiding her in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He was freshly showered therefore he smelled good. “We have four fucking months until our wedding and they are freaking out. Not me but them,” her voice was culminating. “Y/N, what about the food? Y/N, what about the band and this? Why not this? Blah, blah blah blah blah,” she mimicked the voices of their teammates.

“Is it that bad?”

“It’s annoying, Steve. They are stressing me out and to be honest, I am not excited anymore,” she admitted. “I fucking hate this situation.”

He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “First, please, stop cursing. You know what it does to me,” he bit his lower lip as her eyes found his.

Her head lifted, only to notice, faking a frown. Then, her e/c eyes trailed over his muscular body. “Seriously, I say one fucking word,” this time she said it on purpose, only to tease him, “and your dirty mind starts to work, huh?”

He inhaled her scent, humming contently. “You are so hot when you are angry,” his hand reached her cheek and gently stroked it, eyes never leaving hers. “Sorry, I can’t help it. We haven’t had sex in three days and it feels like a century.”

“Steve,” she whined and rolled away from him. Y/N showed him her back. “Why are you doing this now? I’m angry and mentally tired from all the wedding questions and suggestions. Yes, here you are, half-naked, trying to seduce me with that body of yours,” she shuddered, a bit turned on while looking at the way he kept lying on the bed as if he was inviting her to feast on his body.

Obviously, it was funny for him as he had to laugh at her antics. He rolled to his fiancée and spooned her from behind, kissing her exposed neck. “I have one suggestion,” the tone of his voice changed, sounding more serious. “How about we discuss it quickly and after,” his lips nibbled on her ear, “you can take it out on me in any way you want. Just the way you like because even though I’m always in charge, I love when the tables turn.”

It was her time to turn to him, scanning his face if he was serious about this offer. Their noses brushed against each other. “You made yourself a deal,” she accepted, humming. “Well, to be honest,” she started to talk about the things that were running through her mind. “I always wanted a small, intimate wedding – not an over-the-tip one like this. Simply the closest family and friends would be perfect. The thought of wearing a wedding dress is the dream of my childhood. I mean, I want to have fun and enjoy the time because that is a special day happening once in our lives… but most importantly, I want to marry you, Steve. I want to marry you in a beautiful white dress.”

Steve kept listening to her, gently stroking her side to soothe her a little. He understood her well. He too was not fond of the idea of having over two hundred people be a part of their special day. Whose idea was it?

“We have four months to figure everything out and they are driving me crazy. The more they ask, the less I want to do something. They are doing everything they can only to make me nervous. I believe they have a bet named: When will Y/N go nuts?”

The blonde man laughs. “What exactly do you want? Tell me the perfect wedding scenario.”

“I want the dress,” she almost squealed. “I want to look good in it – hot, sexy but most importantly like a princess,” her hands were in the air, making theatric gestures.

“Do you want to marry me or the dress?” he mocked her. “Also, you already have the dress? Will you show me, please?” he gave her adorable puppy eyes.

“I won’t show you,” she poked him in the ribs. “I’m going to borrow it, not buy it, but I already picked the perfect one,” she was suddenly in seventh heaven. “But, to be very serious now,” her eyes once again met his. “All I want is to become Mrs. Rogers and be with you until the very last day of my life because I love you and I want to make new memories with you. It’s time to take a step forward and after a while, we can start a family together.”

He quickly kissed her and it was filled with love. Steve knew he wanted to have a little family with her. They talked about it in the past. Hearing that sentence coming out of her mouth made his heart skip a beat. “That’s exactly what I want, love. I want you; I want to have children with you and that’s all that matters. We’ll build a small superhero family that will be filled with nothing but love and crazy aunts and uncles that will protect them.”

Of course, there was a good chance the kids would be enhanced. Steve was a super soldier and Y/N could manipulate air.

“So what are we going to do?” she raised a brow, gently kissing his lips. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Eloping?”

“Yes!”

“What would the team say, or your family?” he kinked a brow.

“I don’t give a shit, Steve. I just want to be your wife, Mrs. Rogers. I want to marry you… and wear the dress.”

Steve laughed. “Don’t worry, the dress is mandatory,” he tried to say it with his captain voice.  

“Let’s do it then,” Y/N quickly sat up on her knees, looking down at him. “We can save the money for our honeymoon and travel, see the world,” she suggested.

Steve pushed himself up only to have a better look at her. The way her face was sparkling, made his heart melt. “Wait, are you serious you want to elope?” he smiled, excitement appearing on his adorable face. “Do you really want to do that? Are you okay with that? I need to be sure.”

Suddenly, she pushed him back on the bed and straddled his lap. She slowly started to unbutton her white blouse. “I want you, Steve. You are my family and that’s all I need, plus the dress,” she winked, making sure the dress was a settled thing. “I don’t care about the food or about the music, flowers, and guests. I want you, Steve. You asked me if I want to marry you and I said yes. I want a marriage.”

He pulled her down and passionately kissed her. “I love you too, Y/N. I think I even have a better idea and I’m more than willing to share it with you,” his lips found her jaw and neck where he nibbled on her skin, leaving small love marks.

With one very fast move, she took off the blouse she was wearing. “You can enlighten me when we finish this,” she moaned and winked at him, hands already trailing down his naked chest.

…

Natasha huffed, checking her watch again. They were supposed to meet the team half an hour ago. “Do you know where Steve and Y/N are?” she asked her teammates, eyes again falling down on her watch.

Wanda put a grape into her mouth. “They organize a small formal gathering and they are late,” she rolled her eyes and took a sip of the red wine that was standing in front of her on the table. “What an irony.”

The team was sitting in the living room, all dressed up as Steve and Y/N asked them to. The couple asked them to have a lovely formal evening where they would peacefully discuss their opinions on the upcoming wedding. Also, a calmer party was more fitted. Every second day, Tony would throw some psycho party and it was getting annoying.

The weirdest thing about this gathering was the food that had been delivered by a small catering company ordered by Steve and Y/N. They really wanted it to be a fancy party with their closest friends – their family.

“I don’t like this,” Tony said out loud, scanning the table in front of them. “Something is happening – something big. I believe they have an announcement. What if Y/N’s pregnant?” his eyes widened. “Oh my god, can you imagine? I’m going to be an uncle!”

“I call godfather,” Sam screamed.

“Hey!” Bucky gave him an evil glare, punching his shoulder. “If anyone’s godfather here, it’s me, bird boy,” and he cracked the knuckles on his flesh hands, signalizing how serious he was. “I’m his best friend.”

“Or, what if they broke up and this is the way they are announcing it?” Wanda suggested, trying to find support in Natasha but failing. “Think about it? I personally haven’t seen those two together for over two weeks. What if they called off the wedding?”

“Nah,” Tony waved a hand. “They did it three days ago. I’ve heard them, clearly, while I was in the elevator heading to the lab. That man is vocal. It made me uncomfortable.”

The redhead rolled her eyes. “Moving from this,” Natasha pointed at Tony, “what if they want to tell us, they don’t need any help with the wedding organization and planning. Y/N was pissed off the other day when we asked her all those things at once. They still have like four months.”

There was silence until Tony had to open his big mouth. “No, she’s pregnant. Y/N wants us to help her with the wedding. My theory is the correct one. We can make a bet on it if you want.”

“I’m in,” Sam chimed in. “She’s expecting and they will announce it now.”

“Oh, what a bullshit,” Clint rolled his eyes.

“I’m in,” Natasha shook hands with Stark. “She’s not pregnant.”

“Fifty bucks she is,” he smirked.

“Wanda?” Natasha turned to the witch. “Care to join in?”

She shook her head. “Nope. This is entertaining as it is.”

A sound of an elevator ding made them stop talking about everything and they turned to the door which slowly opened. Bucky was ready to ask them where they were, mouth already opened, when it only dropped on the floor and the rest of the team followed.

Steve and Y/N came out of the elevator, him holding her hand like she was a princess - well, she sure did look like one. Captain was wearing a dark blue tux with a white tie and a white rose pinned on the left side of the jacket. Y/N on the other hand was wearing a long A-line wedding dress of bright white colour, covered in lace. The dress had long tattoo laced sleeved. Her hair was curled and pinned on the right side of her head, decorated with white flowers without a veil. She was breathtaking.

“What’s happening?” Clint asked, confused.

The two approached them, grinning like children. “Uh,” Steve put a happy smile on his face and looked at the girl of his dreams that was standing by his side. “We just got married,” he licked his lower lip.

The team knew immediately he was not playing them. The way those two were looking at each other, love sparkling around them, it wasn’t a prank but a reality. The rings on their fingers were the evidence.

“What?” the team shouted in unison. They all were already standing on their feet, firing off questions. Tony spilt his drink which made him angrier; Bucky was groaning annoyingly and bickered he could be there for his best friend; the girls were roasting Y/N for the rest. All in all, it was all a mess.

“This is some kind of a joke,” Sam stated, crossing arms over his chest. “You are pranking us, right? Tell me this is a prank and there will be a wedding.”

Y/N sighed and looked at each member of the team. Their reactions were priceless. “We are not joking, Sam. We just got married,” and at the same time, they showed their rings made of white gold.

Another wave of criticism and complaining came. But the newlyweds didn’t care.

“This was a sudden decision,” Steve stopped them, explaining the situation. “Because we organized this little gathering and had the time today, we decided to get married. Well, we decided on it three days ago.”

“Oh, now I understand Steve’s climax,” Tony stated and the captain immediately blushed.

“Why?” Natasha was upset. “Are you telling me no one was there except you two? What about the wedding?”

The married couple came to the couch and Steve, as the perfect husband and gentleman, sat down on the sofa after Y/N sat first. He took her hand into his and gently kissed the back of it. “Yes, only the two of us,” he nodded.

“We talked about it,” Y/N started, looking into his blue eyes that always brought her joy.

“You guys were driving Y/N insane with all the questions about the wedding. Plus, there were way too many guests for our taste. All we actually wanted was to get married and be together for the rest of our lives. We never needed a fancy party, seventeen cakes and five bands. We wanted it to be romantic and, to be honest, it was,” he smiled.

“We love you, guys,” Y/N continued. “I appreciate you wanted to help me with the wedding but oh my god, guys, it was so annoying and tiring and you were making me nervous,” she huffed. “The wedding was turning into a nightmare.”

Silence filled the room. The team was thinking back at their actions, some of them realizing they didn’t care about her well-being.

“I am so sorry, sweetie,” Natasha sighed, getting up from the sofa to hug her friends one by one. “We were so excited and happy for you two. It was supposed to be a big thing for the whole team and we just ruined it.”

“Was it that bad – all the questions?” Wanda asked, following Natasha’s steps, hugging them both tightly.

“Yes,” the married couple nodded.

“Oh man, I was supposed to be the best man,” Bucky whined.

“I’m so happy for you, guys,” Bruce stood up from the couch and took a glass of his alcohol he poured himself like half an hour ago. “Why don’t we raise our glasses for our newlyweds, our friends? Congratulations. You deserve only the best and I am happy for you,” and then he raised the glass in the air, waiting for the rest of the team.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Y/N whispered, trying to hold back the tears. She grabbed a glass of champagne that Steve took from the table. “Thank you for understanding. This was the most beautiful day of our lives and even though we didn’t invite anyone, we wanted to share this after-party with you.”

When they toasted, Sam came to Steve, shaking his hand. “We are sorry for our reaction,” he said and then hugged Y/N tightly. “You look beautiful, Y/N and again congratulation.”

“By the way,” Natasha grinned and looked at Tony and Sam. “I won the bet.”

“Bet?” Y/N kinked a brow. “What kind of bet?”

“Tony thought you are pregnant. This obviously is not true and now, he owes me 50 buckaroos,” she winked at him. “Pay up, Stark.”

“Y/N’s not pregnant,” Steve laughed. “I think we should take one step at a time.”

“I got the dress, now, I want a honeymoon.”

“Oh, right, the dress was mandatory,” Steve chuckled. “Otherwise I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Tony popped another bottle of champagne and made another toast to the new married couple – because one wasn’t enough. He wished them luck, love and a lot of sex (because that was Tony) and winked at the Captain.

The team could enjoy the food and drinks while talking to the bride and the groom. They discussed where the intimate wedding happened – which was several blocks away in the city hall. Y/N and Steve sat next to each other until the early morning, enjoying the private party with the closest friends – their true family.

“We should do you a second wedding,” Tony screamed, alcohol running in his veins. Of course, a drunken Stark would come with this wicked plan. “So, I think the wedding can still happen, even keep it as was the original plan and I am going to make it better, bigger. The cake, catering and the band is already settled.”

The bride hid her face into the palms of her hands. “Tony, no.”

“Tony, yes.”

[anonquack]

| Chef Q |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by: @anotherdreamsimp !!

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: Some curse words, mainly just some fluff !

Summary: Quackity hasn't been streaming recently, and decides to come back with a cooking stream. Featuring you as a special guest.

Lately, Quackity had been studying like crazy for his final exams. That meant no streaming. He'd take a break from it to focus entirely on his studies. Absolutely nothing else.

He claimed to have his priorities straight, and had the goal to pass all exams with high scores in order to keep his grades looking wonderful.

This also meant there was rarely any time spent between you two, beside the occasional snack breaks you forced him to take so he wouldn't die at his desk.

It was tough not being able to show him a random video you'd found on the timeline, or walking up to chat with him whenever you wanted, but you knew this was very important to him. So you gladly supported him and offered as much support as possible.

Thankfully, all of his studying paid off and he passed with flying colors. A teacher had even informed him that he'd received the top score for one of his final exams.

You were the first person to hear the news, and you couldn't help but feel the adoration coursing through your body at how excited he was to tell you. Jumping up and down and shaking you lightly as he told you about his scores.

You'd offered to take him out for a celebratory meal, to treat him for all his hard work and also since you missed the fun outings with him. There was no way he was saying no to that.

—

After a day out and about, you two had made your way back home. Both of you were pleasantly full, having enjoyed the meal and also dessert. His request, for "doing so well on his finals." How could you possibly deny him that?

You both were also very content, a warmth and comfort surrounding the air around you two the entirety of the outing.

One thing that was impossible not to notice was how he'd become exceptionally clingy as soon as you two were out of the car. Gripping onto your hand tightly as you singlehandedly unlocked the front door.

"I've missed you so much these past few days." He murmered as you finally got the door to open and pulled him inside.

"I've missed you too." You hummed softly. It was always nice hearing him say these things. You locked the front door, and gently pulled at his hand to lead him back to your room.

It didn't take much of a pull for him to willingly follow you. "Can we cuddle or something?" He asked softly, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed to ask. You turned to him and gave him a grin, along with a small nod.

You'd missed him, even if you two had been in the same apartment this whole time. You'd especially been missing cuddles with him, considering he studied pretty much all day. There wasn't enough time being shared together so you gladly agreed to some cuddling.

Sooner than later, you two found yourselves in your pajamas, laying in bed peacefully as you scrolled through tiktok, screen tilted in order for him to see as well. It really was so nice finally being able to be this close to him again.

After some time, you found yourself looking through tweets on the timeline. A certain one caught his attention and he asked you to stop scrolling.

It was a tweet from a fan, saying they missed Quackity since he hadn't streamed in two weeks, but that overall they hoped his tests were going fine.

"Has it really been 2 weeks?" He asked aloud as he clicked on it and looked through the replies, all agreeing with the original tweet.

"Mm.. two and a half, I think." You answered, looking at him curiously as a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Hey." You called out once you saw the expression wasn't leaving. He turned to you with a small frown.

"It's fine. You had a good reason for being gone so long. I'm sure they understand. Plus, you'll be back soon, right?" You asked, to which he nodded before sitting up from the cuddling position you two were in.

You sat up as well, noticing how his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"I just got a great idea." He exclaimed. "Y'know, I was going to just spend the next few days with you since I missed you but– how about we stream something together? That way I can enjoy both, and the fans get a stream too."

You stared at him in surprise. The fans did know he was dating someone, but you rarely ever came out on streams, not because he didn't want you to but because you didn't deem it to be necessary.

The few times you had been on, you'd received tons of love and support from the chat, so you didn't think anything too bad would happen if you were to appear on his stream again.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked curiously. The other times you'd been on were him playing horror games and an extremely scuffed IRL stream.

"Well.. I haven't done a cooking stream in a while." He began, but you quickly shook your head.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going to make us eat some monstrosity‐ like your past cooking streams." You visibly shuddered at the thought. You remember having to help clean up the mess after. And no matter how funny it had been, the actual cleanup was awful.

"No no– I was thinking maybe we do a serious one, y'know? Chat hasn't really been able to see my cooking abilities, and well.. I'd say I am pretty good at it." He grinned. He was unfortunately right.

You relaxed at the mention of it being a 'serious' cooking stream. It could never really be too serious when it came to Quackity, but it meant not eating dog food or poorly made pizza. You were in.

"So we'll make an actual.. edible.. meal?" You questioned again, just to be sure. To which he nodded.

"Yeah, and we can enjoy that meal after. Like a date. What do you say?" He was beaming. It was his creativity rolling in. And he was probably so proud of himself for finding a way to spend time with you yet also give chat the stream content they'd been missing out on.

"Alright. I'm in."

You hadn't seen him this eager to get out of bed and head to the grocery store ever before. Chat was really in for a fun stream tomorrow.

—

He'd tweeted it out several hours before you two planned on starting the stream that he'd be streaming today with a special guest, and that he had his chef hat ready to go.

As you scrolled through Twitter you could see the timeline freaking out over 'COOKING STREAM' and 'SPECIAL GUEST'. Lots of discussion over who it was.

You couldn't help but feel a bit bad since the fans were probably speculating that he'd met up with his online friends, but in reality it was just you. In that case, you'd try your best to make this a fun stream, and your presence an enjoyable one.

As the time for the stream to start got closer, you helped him set the ingredients you'd be using onto the table, in a way where it was in perfect view for the stream to see and follow along if they wished.

"We're supposed to start in 5." You called out as he slipped his beanie on, fixing the few hair strands that were sticking out a bit too much.

He smiled and made his way over to you, cupping your face and giving you a small kiss. "I'm so excited to do some cooking with you. They're all going to love you."

You couldn't help the warm feeling that spread over your chest at his words. It was like introducing you all over again. He'd recently gained a lot of new followers, and that meant they probably had no idea who you were. Always fun going through that again.

He dealt with some last minute editing and placing, checking all ingredients were there and that everything was set, before hitting the 'Go Live' button.

It didn't take long for the viewers to increase after the tweet notification went out, and the starting soon screen was the only thing really protecting you two from the roaring chat.

Everyone was dying to know what was going on, who the special guest was, and whether this would be yet another scuffed cooking stream.

You stood behind the camera as the starting soon screen finally disappeared and he began greeting the viewers, thanking all the subs coming in, and eventually also giving them a little update on how he'd done on his exams.

You felt so proud as you watched him boast about how his studying had paid off, and how he talked about being the happiest he'd been in a while. He deserved all of it. And chat thought so too.

After some rambling about his test scores and what they'd be cooking today, chat finally became too impatient and asked for a reveal of the special guest.

"Fine. Fine. Since you guys are so fucking impatient." He huffed, watching as chat flew by, telling him to 'get on with it' and to 'TELL US WHO IT IS'. You couldn't help but laugh at the relationship he had with his chat. Always bullying each other but usually knowing when to stop and send love.

"I've actually had them on multiple other streams, not so much recently.. but they've been on my horror streams.. some IRL streams.. and they are really really special to me, chat!" He said with a big smile. Some of chat was confused as to who he was referring to, while older fans began to question if it was YOU. They were very smart.

"Some of the viewers might not know of them, so this is like I'm introducing them to chat all over again! Come over here." He finally directed the last part at you. You couldn't help but feel the sudden spike in anxiety, but chose to ignore it as you smiled back at him and headed into the frame beside him.

With a small wave and a greeting, you watched as chat completely broke. A mess of question marks and your name being spread in chat. You couldn't help but laugh. It was an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Quackity explained to new viewers that you were his partner, and that older fans were already aware of this for a while now.

The amount of 'y/n our beloved' and people asking if quackity's partner was single were abundant in chat, and you couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking the newer viewers would hate you or something.

Having the approval of Quackity's chat also made you feel lighter, it made it easier to let go and just enjoy the cooking stream.

You two began to explain what you'd be cooking to chat, and you made it very clear that he actually had to try and cook this time, to which chat agreed wholeheartedly.

He'd taken a recipe from his mom for one of his favorite meals, one he hadn't had in a while. He explained to chat that he wanted to see how well you and him could recreate it until you two took a trip to visit his family.

"Hopefully we don't disappoint her too much." You mumbled as he placed the chef hat onto your head, fixing it so you looked presentable.

"She can't be because we're actually gonna try." He stated before beginning to explain to chat what the meal was since many of them might not have even heard of it before. As he did that, you began to set aside the ingredients you wouldn't be needing until later.

After everything had been explained, it was time to get cooking. His concentration to try and recreate his mom's recipe was adorable, and chat agreed on that too.

This stream wasn't loud and messy like the others, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. Quackity was radiating such wonderful light and energy, cracking jokes and genuinely enjoying himself. It was all thanks to the stress and worries being lifted off his back. You really enjoyed seeing him like this.

Chat was able to follow along later if they wanted with how organized you guys were being, but the banter he had with you and chat made it entertaining to any casual viewer. He always found a way to make it fun.

Not only that, but chat was able to see a new side of him. The Chef Q side. More often than not, a message would roll in saying they were amazed by how good Quackity actually was at cooking. You could already imagine some of the edits that'd come out of the stream.

His mom had told you two beforehand how long it would normally take to cook this meal, and it was perfect for a usual stream and some extras where you two would actually get to try the food.

There was moments where chat was warning you two that the food would burn or that he'd accidentally set the kitchen on fire, but overall you were enjoying yourself so much.

And chat was enjoying your presence too!

By the time you two managed to finish the meal, you both plopped down onto the chairs he'd set for the supposed 'breaks'.

He had some of the sauce on his cheek and his apron, but still managed to look good. He'd also smeared sauce onto your cheek, and at this point some strands were sticking out of your hat in such a messy way since the last few minutes had been rather hectic, food almost burning and all.

"Chat. We did it." He called out before cheering loudly and clapping his hands, to which you swiftly followed along, chat beginning to cheer as well.

"I think its only right that we try what we made, don't you think?" You ask, to which chat quickly types YES in all caps, wanting to see the finished product and also find out if it even tastes good.

Quackity let out a chuckle as he smiled over at you. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. We haven't even seen it so it might just be black. Burnt to a crisp. Or what if it tastes like shit? Y/N i don't know what I'm going to do if the food tastes like shit. Thats what we're supposed to eat on our date." He whined a bit.

You shook your head, "It'll be great. And if not, we can just order takeout. It'll be fine big q." You smiled reassuringly. Chat became a frenzy of calling him cute for the state he was in, declaring their love for how supportive and kind you were, and melting over your relationship.

Before you knew it, you were both revealing the meal to chat, and pleasantly surprised by the results. The presentation of the meal itself looked really good. It looked like what you'd expect from such a plate. Quackity had even gone as far as saying it looked similar to how his mom made it.

You gasped, smiling in surprise at him. "Really? Did we really do that good of a job." His face turned into one of regret, and a long segment of silence engulfed you two before he nodded hesitantly. You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay okay, seriously. Chat's waiting for you to try it." You placed a fork in front of him, earning a loud scoff from him.

"They want to see you try it as well." He mirrored your actions and you gladly took the fork.

"Alright. First bite. Let's see if all our hard work paid off! Chat, are you ready?" You grinned and watched as the 'YES's started rolling in, some viewers telling you both to get the fuck on with it, and others gushing about how the food actually looked good. You could only hope.

You watched as he began to dig in, mouth full and chewing slowly, truly trying to savor the first bite. You did the same, and the stream was silent for the first time in a while. Chat was in suspense as well, question marks and incoherent rambling rolling through the chat.

"Chat..." he finally spoke after swallowing his bite. "Chat. It's." He paused before showing a small smile. "It's not bad at all. I like it. It's good."

You nodded your head in agreement, "It's nowhere near as good as the ones your mom makes.. but I think you and I make a pretty good team."

"I think so too. And not just for cooking." He grinned, earning himself a playful eye roll and shy smile from you.

The stream proceeded to you two feeding each other bites of the meal, asking each other if it was good, and just enjoying yourselves for a bit longer before Quackity deemed it was time to end.

"Chat !! Thank you so much for tuning in and watching this.. actually coordinated cooking stream. I had so much fun and well, I ate yummy food. I'm happy." He laughed, thanking a few more gifters before doing his signature Bye, and ending stream.

He hurried over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you so much. I truly had fun. And they definitely loved you, but not nearly as much as I do."

You chuckled at his words, giving him a small kiss before cupping his face. "I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for always being so nice to me." You paused, observing how cute he looked with his chef hat still on. "I think I like Chef Alex." You reached over and fixed his hat a bit.

"Yeah? Should I keep it on?" He teased, coming a bit closer. You couldn't help the warmth that spread over your cheeks at how blunt he was.

"Yes, but you need to help me clean this up. Maybe after we finish the food, hm? C'mon. Don't think I forgot our deal."

He whined, already feeling too lazy, but he quickly followed after you as you two sat down to actually eat. Still wearing the silly attire he'd bought for the stream, far too unbothered to change just yet.

Through a mouthful he asked, "Cuddles and a nap after we're done?"

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave a silent cheer. That was enough motivation to get you both up and cleaning after finishing the meal.

—

Wrapped in each other's arms again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. You were once again scrolling through Twitter, this time scrolling through his indirects, wanting to see what people were saying about the stream.

He'd ask you to stop to read certain ones he found funny, and even 'aww'd at the ones he found cute, mainly those talking about how cute you two looked.

Surely enough, there was already edits using the clips of him cooking, and you'd openly admitted to him that he looked "so fucking good." To which he responded by cuddling closer, if even humanly possible.

Quackity found the numerous clips of you two feeding each other to be the best part of the tweets. You two rewatched, saved, liked as many as you could before he became tired.

And with that, he was pulling you close, and leaving small kisses anywhere he could on your face. Eventually, his chest slowly rose and fell as he entered a deep slumber. You smiled, glad to see he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

"Goodnight, Alex." You whispered, leaving a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes as well.

[hopemikaelsonismywife]

Okay I just finished the new legacies episode and I don’t even know where to start. So much happened. First of all, Kaylee leaving. I just found out about this after the episode and I’m so sad about it. I saw the theories but I didn’t believe it. I love Josie and Kaylee and I’m going to miss Kaylee on the show so much. I hope things go well for her, though.

The next thing I want to discuss is Aurora in Hope’s body not knowing how to use her magic was a really nice touch. I actually really loved Lizzie in this episode. I loved the scene in that restaurant and her double crossing Aurora and everything she said to Hope. I really liked those scenes. I knew Hope hadn’t turned her humanity back on. Her reaction was way too mild to have just turned it back on. The ‘making me love you’ line, I almost screamed. I love hosie yes but I would not be opposed to hizzie happening. I really saw it this episode. Hosie is still my favourite ship but i see the chemistry. I saw that scene. I have always preferred the idea of them as best friends but like if it happened I would not be mad.

Josie leaving and breaking up with Finch to go after Hope made my hosie heart way too happy. That bubble quickly broke when she bought a sedcond ticket. Although I did really like the way Finch was this episode with Josie. I felt bad for her. But Josie wearing the necklace from Hope was amazing. I loved that getting brought back. We haven’t seen that since that episode. Kaylee leaving can’t mean no more Josie until the end of the season, right? Because she left to go and save Hope. So her not coming back doesn’t make sense to the story. My theory is that after Hope’s humanity is back on, we’ll see Josie leave. The executive producers said that the door is always open so she probably won’t die, although her 

I’m glad Hope is back in her body. I’m not a huge fan of body swapping. However, I do want to see more of Aurora. I really like her as a villain. I also hope her being introduced means Hope learns more about her family history because Klaus had a lot of enemies. The whole family did. She needs to know about her own history yet alone the rest of her family’s.

Right, onto the big thing of the episode (minus Kaylee leaving), Lizzie oh my fucking gods. Hope actually killed her. I can’t believe she actually killed her. I screamed. I’m still in shock. Lizzie is in transition. She’s going to be a heretic. I am so excited for this, you have no idea. And based on the promo, her and Hope are going to team up by the looks of it or at least having screen time together doing something that doesn’t seem to be fighting. And her scene with Josie just I can’t so many feels that broke my heart I love them and I love their relationship and how much it’s developed. And when Josie could feel that something was wrong was just so sad.

I also want to point out that if Lizzie is a heretic now then that means the Merge is no longer an issue right? Which means Caroline no longer has an excuse to be away from the school so I wonder how they’re going to explain it now. Also, Lizzie becoming a vampire and Caroline not coming back would make absolutely no sense for Caroline’[s character but I know she can’t come back because Candice doesn’t want to come back. So I’m just really wondering how they’re going to deal with all of that.

These are just my primary thoughts on the episode but so much happened so I’ll probably talk about it some more later. Right now I’m just going to scream into a pillow for a bit because I am still freaking out over this whole episode. It was such a good episode. The whole Lizzie, Hope and Aurora plot was amazing.

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Sick- Wilbur Soot x Reader

Sick- Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word count: 1k

Request: hey gurlllll!

I was hoping for a Wilbur x reader imagine where reader is behind the camera on one of Wilbur streams bc there Ill so he is keeping an eye on her, but something happens so they pass out and Wilbur panics and end stream nd stuff love your. Work !!!

A/N: this has some sickening fluff

Ah, Anaemia- a great plague to your existence. You'd had anaemia since you were young, you'd always been pale and fatigued, but everyone assumed it was from your lack of sleep, nobody thought something deeper was going on. Until your mum took you to the doctor. It was a manageable condition, of course it was, but if you're as forgetful as you are, it's often hard to keep track of your iron intake. You were prone to fainting- it wasn’t very often, but it was enough for Will to keep a watchful eye on you, especially if you hadn't eaten all day.

You were sat on his bed, soaking up the warmth of the covers. You'd gotten sick recently, nothing too bad but enough to keep you in Wilburs bed indefinitely. He was streaming Geoguessr, and insisted on keeping an eye on you due to your sickness. It was hitting about 1 am, the usual for you two, night owls. You hadn't been able to stomach much all day except some terrible mushroom soup Will made, you appreciated the effort though. You decided you could probably stomach some toast. You'd just heard Will guess correctly in Geoguessr and he yelled in excitement. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips before throwing the covers from yourself. Immediately the cold hit, your body not being used to it after spending all day curled up in the blanket. You broke out in goosebumps as you shivered a little bit. You still saw Will's gleeful face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. That seemed to be the last thing you saw though, because as soon as you stood up, your vision started to go spotty and static, and you could practically feel your legs crumble underneath you. Without being able to get a word out to Will, your body hit the wooden surface of the bedroom with a thud.

Wilburs head shot in your direction as he heard the thud of the floorboards.

“(Y/N)!” He immediately threw his headset off and ran over to you, kneeling down instantly. In classic Wilbur fashion, like he does every time, he completely overreacted to your fainting spell. Within seconds you had regained consciousness and could hear Wilbur freaking out. Your head throbbed, you fell hard. You lay your hand on Wilburs arm to calm him, and at the sight of movement, he immediately ceased talking. He lay a soft hand on your cheek, staring at you like you were a doll. You'd told him multiple times that this happens sometimes and your usually fine, but it always scares him. He just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you. And he knew he wasn’t being rational, because you were fine every time, but he couldn’t help but worry. You gave him a soft smile as you sat up with your arms.

“What were you trying to do? You know you're sick right now and I could've just gotten whatever you just RISKED your life for” He definitely emphasized that bit. It made you giggle.

“Becauseeee, you were streaming and I didn’t want to disturb you” Simultaneously both your eyes went wide. He was still streaming. You burst out laughing as Will asked one last time if you were alright, to which you gave a nod, before rushing to his stream. The chat was going absolutely wild because, what the fuck just happened?? He put his headset back on and looked into the camera, he was red and flushed.

“I am so sorry for the sudden leave chat, my... girlfriend is sick right now, and she thought it would be a good idea to overexert herself” He was very hesitant to mention his girlfriend to the stream, as they didn’t even know he had one. He preferred his private life private, but he absolutely couldn’t think of a good explanation for what had just happened.

“I DIDNT OVEREXERT MYSELF I JUST STOOD UP” You shouted, laughing, from your position on the bed. His chat, which about 5 minutes ago was filled with stans on the verge of calling 999, was now incredibly relieved, but also thoroughly surprised. His chat instantly filled up with requests to see his elusive girlfriend. To be honest, he thought they'd give a much worse reaction to the fact he had a girlfriend. It made him smile a little.

“You guys wanna see her?” He smiled, looking in your direction to check if it was okay. You smiled back, which was all he needed. He immediately ran over to the bed and grabbed you bridal style to show the stream. He couldn’t resist a chance to show you off to anyone. You giggled so loudly before shouting,

“No please I'm sick” in a dramatic manner whilst throwing your hand atop your head. He held you like you were his prized possession and looked at you admiringly.

“She's still gorgeous even if she is sick, right chat?” He glanced towards his screen before looking back at you. He carefully put your feet to the floor and let you sit on his gaming chair. “My deepest apologies chat but I am going to have to end this stream, no way am I letting them pass out again” He smiled whilst reading some of the nice comments from his stream. He closed StreamLabs and stopped his stream before looking at you with such a dad look.

“What?” You said adorably before you both laughed. He picked you up again bridal style, eliciting a small scream from you.

“You are getting back in bed, and I am getting you some food” He said sternly, and you knew there was no point arguing.

“Can you get snacks and we can cuddle my sickness away?” You pouted. He broke out in a smile of adoration as he lay you onto the bed.

“Of course” He kissed your forehead gently and started walking to the kitchen. You couldn’t help feeling bad that you interrupted Wilbur's stream, but at least you didn’t have to keep hiding your relationship. You smiled and turned on your favourite show, impatiently waiting for Will's return.

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Just The Way You Are

also on ao3

written for the Monster March prompt list prompt: horns and fangs

Jaskier has never understood why people call witchers monsters. It's true, they're different, but so are cats and dogs and horses and people like them just fine. Jaskier just sees Geralt as Geralt and always has. He's no different than any other person he's met - a little more coordinated and he dies a little less easy - but otherwise the same. People are so cruel and dismissive of Witchers, but Jaskier is a firm believer that they deserve nice things as much as the next person, maybe even more, and so, he decides to take it upon himself to do nice things for Geralt. Like surprise him in Kaedwen when he comes down from the keep.

Only it turns out Jaskier is the one to get a surprise. He's never understood why people call Witchers monsters. Not until now.

He spots the hooded figure passing between shops and he's sure it's Geralt, but he doesn't want to approach until he's absolutely certain. So he sneaks between the buildings, trying to get ahead of him and catch a glimpse of his face. Maybe-Geralt pauses in front of a stall and for a moment Jaskier thinks he's stopping to buy something, so he sneaks away, but when he comes around the other side of the house, he stops dead.

His breath catches and for a second, he's certain that even his heart stops beating.

The man in the market is certainly Geralt, he knows that now, but sprouting from the top of his head are two thick, curled horns. He tries to call out, but his mouth is dry and maybe it's for the best because Geralt’s expression darkens suddenly and he sniffs at the air.

For the first time, Jaskier considers that maybe Geralt meets him further south for a reason. Maybe he doesn't want Jaskier to see him like this, he obviously takes measures to ensure that he doesn't. Fuck. He's gone and fucked this up, too.

Ducking back behind the building, Jaskier holds his breath, hoping that Geralt hasn't caught his scent. He knows if he has there's nothing for it, he's caught, but maybe-

"Jaskier."

Geralt's voice is low, right on the edge of a growl, and Jaskier winces. When he looks over, the hood is back in place, but Geralt's teeth are bared and they're barely teeth at all - at least the canines - more like fangs. He swallows hard and risks a glance up at his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Geralt demands, moving at once to pin Jaskier's shoulders against the wall. Jaskier doesn't know what to say. He shifts uncomfortably, unwilling to look Geralt in the face.

It's not the first time Geralt's been upset with him, but this time Jaskier’s intentions were genuine, he just didn't think it through all the way. Or rather, he hadn't considered that after fifteen years together, there are still things Geralt keeps from him. Deflated, Jaskier wrenches out of his grasp and picks up the bag he dropped when Geralt shoved him. He's embarrassed, feels like an idiot for thinking Geralt might be happy to see him and now on top of it, he's intruded on something he was never supposed to see.

Geralt doesn't stop him from walking away and Jaskier tries not to think too much about that.

He books a room at the inn and doesn't bother to go down for dinner. He doesn't know what to do with himself, because if he can't travel with Geralt - and he certainly didn't seem like he was happy to see him - what can he do? Certainly not go back to Oxenfurt and admit to all his peers that yet again, he was a fool and thought someone cared when they didn't.

It's just that fifteen years is a long time. Nearly half his life. And for Geralt who rarely lets himself form attachments well, Jaskier had thought maybe it meant something to Geralt. It did to him.

Jaskier doesn't even bother to put his things away before flopping onto the bed and staring up at the beams. Geralt had been so angry. He had just wanted to do something nice, he should have known showing up himself would not be welcome. But maybe this is for the best, maybe everyone was right when they told him he couldn't follow Geralt around forever.

But he had wanted to. For the last fifteen years of his life, Jaskier has wanted nothing more than to have Geralt in his life, even if nothing ever comes of it. He's never been greedy, never wanted more than he thought Geralt would be willing to give. And look where it's gotten him? Geralt doesn't even trust him enough to show him what he really looks like.

Geralt lingers as Jaskier hurries off away from him, and he can hardly blame him. He wouldn't stay either if he’d found out the person he'd been travelling with was a monster. Jaskier tries to convince him he's not, but the thought has always been there, nagging at him. He just hasn't seen you, it says and Geralt knows it's true. He is a monster. Whatever happened to him during that second round of trials took away the remaining sliver of humanity. He'd tried so hard to hide it, to try and keep Jaskier for just a little longer, but Jaskier shows up here and how is he supposed to plan for that?

And what is Jaskier doing here in the first place? Geralt needs this time to himself. Needs a chance to hole up and file down the horns and the fangs, to make himself presentable. To visit the brothel before returning to the torture that is travelling with Jaskier.

Jaskier showing up here had thrown him off. He'd been overcome with shock and confusion and fear. Fear that Jaskier would see him like this and hate him. Fear that this one minor incident would ruin everything he's worked so hard for.

Fear had taken over and he had reacted... badly. It's no wonder Jaskier had left him there, no wonder he didn't want to be seen with him when the first time Jaskier sees what he really looks like, he practically attacks him. Fuck, he really is the monster everyone always says he is.

After everything Jaskier has done to try and prove to the world that Witchers have been given a bad name, that they're not mindless, emotionless killing machines, this is how he repays him. He has to fix this, if not for him then for his brothers' reputation and for Jaskier's peace of mind. The last thing he wants is for Jaskier to think he's in any danger with him. With a sigh, he pulls his pack higher on his shoulder and heads toward the inn.

He catches the scent of Jaskier's perfume as soon as he walks through the door and it tugs at something in his chest. It's bright and floral, but there's a tinge of despair, of sadness intertwined with it. It's not fear though, and while Geralt struggles to comprehend that, the innkeeper passes over a key. Geralt follows the directions to his own room, ridding himself of his pack and swords. He strips his armour, leaving him in only a thin black shirt and his trousers. Before he leaves the room, he pulls his travelling cloak back over his head and shoulders.

He finds Jaskier's room in a matter of minutes and stands outside the door. He's faced griffins and fiends and hired assassins and none have come close to the fear that surges through him now. Because if he failed there, he just died, plain and simple; a fitting end for a Witcher. If he fails now, he loses the person most important to him. He's glad Jaskier isn't the one with heightened senses, glad that he doesn't know how long Geralt stands outside the door before lifting to hand to knock.

But he does. And as soon as he does, Geralt’s chest tightens and he wants to leave. There's a shuffling from within and then the door pulls in and Jaskier is right there. It catches him off guard and before he can consider what Jaskier might be thinking, he blurts out,

"Let me explain," and then doesn't know what to say. What do you say? What are you supposed to say to a man who's known you half his life and only now learns you have horns. Geralt shifts, looking at him. Jaskier says nothing, but he moves aside, letting Geralt come into the room. The door shuts behind him and a wave of fear crashes down over him.

Jaskier looks sad, confused, hurt. He doesn't know where to start.

"I know you're mad and I understand-"

"You're the one who slammed me into a building," Jaskier chokes. The anger is there, Geralt expected it, but it's being smothered by something else, something stronger, like ivy around a sapling.

"I'm sorry," he winces. He is. He never meant to hurt Jaskier, not emotionally and certainly not physically. "I was... scared. I saw you and I didn't know what to do." His shoulders slump and he turns to look out the window, jaw clenched. "You're not supposed to see me like this."

"And why not?" Jaskier asks. The anger is toned down slightly, the other feeling still there but not so harsh. Geralt doesn't like it, doesn't like the feeling of it or the way it makes Jaskier's voice breaks and he wishes it would go away all together, but he doesn't know how to do that.

"I'm- Look at me, Jaskier. I'm a monster. I'm exactly what they say I am. A mutant, a freak." The anger scent remains, but it takes a sharp turn, twisting into something much more recognizable. Something he knows from tavern brawls and holding Jaskier back when they’re on the road when someone makes a snide comment.

"You absolutely are not. You're a liar and a terrible friend, but you're not a monster."

"What-"

"Why did you keep this from me?" Jaskier asks, that other feeling creeping up to regain dominance.

"I thought you'd-" Geralt drops his chin, staring at the floorboards between them. There's a crack down the center of one of them and he focuses on that instead of the sound of Jaskier's voice. "You were the only one who stuck around. You met me during the spring when they're shaved down and I- I was selfish."

"How?" Jaskier prompts. He sounds impatient, but excited, like he's anticipated what Geralt is going to say. But if he had, he wouldn't be happy about it.

"I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't want you to leave me. So I hid it from you. I became good at keeping them filed low during the warmer months and let them grow out during the winter. I didn't- it's why I never asked you to join me in Kaer Morhen."

Jaskier squints at him, disbelieving or confused, he's not sure, but the look is piercing and Geralt feels transparent under it, like Jaskier can tell every thought in his head. But he knows how that feels and this is not it. Jaskier is making assumptions if anything. Not that that thought is any less horrifying under the circumstances.

"So let me get this straight," Jaskier says, calmly, cooly. Too calm. "You once rescued me from the den of an incubus you thought would kill me if he tried to fuck me. Again, I might add. If you recall you walked in in the middle of it. You stopped me from leaving the bar with a vampiress one time because, and I quote, you don't need any help losing blood, and one time you intentionally gave me space to continue a quite lovely conversation with a, particularly amenable centaur. But you thought horns were a bit too much for me? Is that what I'm to understand Geralt?"

He doesn't know what to say to that. It's not just the horns, he supposes. But he doesn't need to give Jaskier another reason not to travel with him. Melitele knows there are enough of those already.

"Am I to believe that you're daft enough to believe that after fifteen years of traipsing over the continent with you, of writing you songs and cooking you supper and tending to your wounds- that horns would be the final straw? Geralt if you haven't noticed I've fucked dozens of people who are, to put it indelicately, much less human than you."

Geralt isn't sure how Jaskier's sex life is relevant, but he says nothing.

"I actually like them," Jaskier says, eyeing the hood. "Could I... look at them?"

Reluctantly, Geralt reaches up and pushes the hood back. The air feels cool on his head and he feels incredibly exposed letting Jaskier see him like this, but he shuts his eyes and ducks his head as Jaskier takes a step toward him.

"Can I touch?"

The air is punched from Geralt's lungs with that one simple question and he nods slowly, tucking his chin a little closer into his chest. Jaskier brushes his fingers along the curve of the left horn and the only way Geralt knows he's touching him is the way he hums with intrigue, similar to the way he hums at his lute when it's newly strung. He takes his time, reaching right down to the base and touching the more sensitive skin there. It doesn't hurt, but it ignites Geralt's instinct to protect himself, makes him feel like he should pull away, hide this from Jaskier again.

When Jaskier touches his head, he does. He's not sure what it is about the touch, maybe that he can fully feel it, but it snaps his restraint and he pulls back, breathless.

"Sorry," Jaskier whispers, "did it hurt?"

"No," Geralt admits, "just... unusual. No one's ever touched them before. Maybe Eskel when he helped me file them down the first few times."

"Why don't we," Jakier suggests, "come sit on the bed, take your cloak and your boots off. I'd like to get a better look at them. if that's okay?"

Geralt nods and Jaskier's hands are on him before he removes his cloak himself. He undoes the clasp with no effort, draping the cloak over his arm before directing Geralt to the bed. This is... not at all how he expected this to go down, but at least Jaskier hasn't turned him away yet. He toes off his boots and sits back on the mattress, leaning against the wall with his feet at the edge.

In a moment, Jaskier climbs up over him, making himself perfectly at home in Geralt's lap.

"There," he says proudly, "it's much easier to see like this and you won't' end up with a crick in your neck." Geralt remains silent, worried that he doesn't know the situation well enough to comment.

Jaskier's hands slip into his hair again, fingers looping around the base of both horns and he feels the faint tug and Jaskier slips up, following the curve of them with his hands.

"Do you brothers have them?" he asks. Geralt shakes his head.

"Second trials" he explains. "Lost the pigment in my hair and grew fucking horns."

"I like them."

Jaskier continues his ministrations, apparently happy to just sit and touch and nothing else. And Geralt relaxes under the touch, even if he can barely feel it. Jaskier isn't angry with him, doesn't hate him, and for now, that can be enough, But the air between them grows thick. He doesn't notice it right away, too preoccupied with Jaskier touching his horns, but the scent is what alerts him. Spicy, earthy, floral.

It's nice, he thinks absently, familiar and enticing. But he doesn't think too much about it. Not until Jaskier's little hums become softer, sweeter. The realization hits him so abruptly he nearly snaps his head back up, but he doesn't want to give Jaskier any more reason to leave him, although, maybe that's not as much of a problem as he thought.

"Are you... aroused by this?"

Jaskier huffs a little laugh, awkward, but not uncomfortable. "I just think they're sexy."

"Oh."

"Why, does it turn you on?"

"No," Geralt snorts, "I can barely feel it. If I could filing them down would be excruciating."

"Right," Jaskier realizes and Geralt can sense the thinly veiled horror in his voice."Anything else I should know about?"

Somewhat reluctantly, Geralt opens his mouth and pulls his lip back. He'd be horrified at the way Jaskier gasps if he couldn't smell the arousal wafting off of him.

"Fuck, Geralt, that's-" he reaches out, pressing the pad of his thumb to the point of Geralt's fang and smiles. It's a faint sort of thing, more amusing than outright joy, but he's fascinated and right now that's good enough.

Jaskier's finger slips along his bottom teeth, but Geralt shifts under him, dislodging him, and Jaskier's fingers brush his bottom lip before slipping forward, sliding between his lips and pressing against his tongue. Geralt's skin prickles just at the thought of it and when he looks up at Jaskier, he finds him wide-eyed and intrigued.

Their eyes meet and Jaskier holds his gaze. Then, cautiously, withdraws his fingers and runs them along the swell of Geralt's bottom lip, eyes dropping to watch the way they press against it.

"Geralt?" he whispers and Geralt realizes he's been so focused on Jaskier's fingers that he hasn't been paying attention to anything else. He's surprised to find he's got his hands settled on Jaskier's hips. His eyes flick down to his hands, then quickly back up to Jaskier's. The moment they meet again, his willpower snaps and he hauls Jaskier forward, one hand slipping to the back of his head to guide him.

The moment their lips collide, Geralt realizes this was inevitable. That one day Jaskier was bound to find out and want to know about them. His reaction though, Geralt never could have anticipated.

Geralt is... kissing him. It takes a second for his brain to catch up with what his body has already realized and he breaks the kiss with a jolt.

"You're not mad at me," he pants and Geralt just stares at him for a moment.

"No, I told you, I was afraid-"

"That I'd leave you." Jaskier finishes. Geralt nods. "I'd never leave you." He leans in again, trying for a softer, gentler kiss, but the way Geralt's hands press against him sends sparks across his skin.

Jaskier leans into it, parting his lips to deepen the kiss and Geralt's hand slips to his waist, one big, warm hand curling around his side. He pushes into the touch. It's not often he feels small or delicate with a lover, but Geralt does that for him and it's hotter than it has any right to be.

He parts his lips, deepening the kiss and Geralt moans softly against him. It's the most beautiful sound Jaskier has ever heard and he responds in kind, desperate to hear that sound again.

When they part again, Jaskier's breathing heavily and, much to his delight, so is Geralt. He leans back a little, far enough to look at Geralt's face, but not far enough to keep from touching him. He takes in the golden eyes staring back at him, the point of his teeth where Geralt's lips are parted, and the horns. Fuck, Geralt must be an idiot to think he wouldn't want him like this.

"Can I touch you- the rest of you?" he asks and Geralt grunts a yes, surging forward to hold him again.

Geralt gets both arms around him this time, lifting him off the mattress and rising to his knees. He shifts them so he's facing the head of the bed and as he settles, gently lays Jaskier back against the mattress. His head hits the pillow and Geralt settles between his thighs, slipping his hands over Jaskier's hips.

Jaskier reaches up to him, running his hands over Geralt's shoulders, down his arms. He follows the lines of his chest through his shirt, straight down to his trousers where he tugs the fabric free. His fingers slip beneath it and he sighs at the warmth of Geralt's skin on his fingertips. Geralt shudders against him and it gives Jaskier the encouragement he needs. Carefully, he curls his hands around the hem of Geralt's shirt, lifting it up and tugging it over his head.

He inhales sharply and Geralt pulls back just slightly. Jaskier is quick to explain his misunderstanding, slipping his hands around the back of Geralt's neck and sliding them down his shoulders.

"You're beautiful," he whispers.

"You've seen me naked a dozen times this week, Jaskier."

"Not like this."

And it's true. He's seen Geralt naked more times than he can count and he knows Geralt is sexy, knows the lines of his chest better than he should for never having seen them up close, but he's never seen him like this. Geralt is soft like this, so close, and Jaskier is allowed to touch him, Jaskier is allowed to look.

He brushes his fingertips over his nipples. Geralt gives a little gasp and his eyelids flutter.

"Wouldn't think it makes a difference," Geralt mumbles and Jaskier realizes he thinks he's talking about the horns.

"Oh it does, my darling, but I mean like this," he says, pulling Geralt lower over him. "Where I'm allowed to touch you."

"You're always allowed," Geralt mumbles, chin dripping to inadvertently give Jsskier a better look at his horns. He reaches out, slipping his fingers down to the point again. "I just... can't help the way I react when I'm too close to you."

"What do you mean?"

"You make me want things I shouldn't, make me think about things I can't have-"

"Bullshit. What shouldn't you have? What can't you have?"

Geralt lifts his head to look at him, meeting his eyes for a moment and then, "you," he says sadly. Jaskier doesn't give a chance to respond before Geralt continues, evidently relieved to get this off his chest. "You spread your affection so wide, in every town and village and I- it's different with me. You're soft and kind, but how could you want... you have your choice of any person on the continent, how could I-'' he cuts himself off with a sound that Jaskier would call a sob from anyone else.

"What are you saying, Geralt? You don't think I could want you? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

Geralt just snorts at him and moves to pull away, but Jaskier rolls him onto his back and straddles his hips.

"Do you know how wonderful you are?" He pushes his hands through Geralt's chest hair, pressing his fingertips into his skin. "How could I not want you? Do you see me following anyone else around?"

"You're always with someone, always inviting someone else into your bed-"

"Because you wouldn't have me. Or, I thought-" He shifts a little, and suddenly Geralt's hands are sliding up his back, pressing him down against him.

"You thought wrong," he breathes, and then he's kissing him again, soft and slow. One hand slips up into his hair and Jaskier sighs against his lips, letting his eyes fall shut.

He slumps against Geralt's chest, pressing his hands to either side of Geralt's face and he kisses him softly. He pours all of his affection into ever, every feeling he's never been able to share with Geralt, every little thought that he's thought would be too much for him. He rocks against him, pressing their bodies together. He wants to feel Geralt, to be as close as he can for whatever time he has with him.

But then Geralt is pressing back, arching off the bed and wrapping one arm tightly around Jsskier's back until they're so close Jaskier can barely move. He nips at Geralt's lips, pushing back the words that bubble to the surface, the words he wants so desperately to say. He's been holding back for years and maybe now he's allowed? Maybe now Geralt would be amenable - her certainly seems to be so far.

And Jaskier is so caught up in the thought, in the idea of being able to tell Geralt how he feels, that he doesn't realize he's being rolled over until he's on his back and Geralt isn't touching him anymore. He rises to his knees, breaking the kiss only to mouth at Jsskier's jaw and down the side of his neck.

Geralt nips at his collarbone, runs his tongue along the ridge of it and sucks at the skin just below. There will be marks in the morning, Jaskier is sure of it, and he's already itching to look at them. But Geralt doesn't give him much of a chance to think about it before he's nuzzling at Jaskier's neck again, the tips of his fangs just barely brushing against his skin. And Jaskier shudders. The motion goes through his whole body and a soft whine escapes his lips. How the fuck Geralt ever thought seeing him like this would be a bad thing is beyond him.

"Jaskier," he whispers, "I want you. Can I?"

"Anything," Jaskier gasps, "please Geralt, anything."

Geralt hums against him and meets his eyes for just a second before lowering them again to Jaskier's chest. He presses soft kisses into the skin, slipping down to nuzzle into his chest hair and Jsskier is preoccupied with the warmth of his breath and then Geralt's fingers brush over a nipple and he cries out, arching off the bed as Geralt pinches it between his fingertips. It's still gentle, still softer than he's used to, but it's Geralt.

It's Geralt touching his chest and kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. It's Geralt kneeling over him and Geralt breathing against his skin and it's... a lot. Automatically, Jaskier reaches out to him, pulling Geralt close so he can bury his face in his neck.

Geralt works a hand between them, slipping down to fumble with the clasps on Jaskier's trousers and then he's pulling away just enough to be able to undo the clasps. Jaskier groans as his trousers are shoved away, discarded off the side of the bed, but then Geralt is fumbling with the buttons on his own and a wave of heat engulfs him.

This is really happening.

In his 33 years, Jaskier has slept with kings and queens, counts and countesses, and he's never wanted someone so badly as he wants Geralt. It makes him a little anxious and he has to swallow back his self-doubt as Geralt shifts out of his clothes and settles on his knees between Jaskier's thighs.

Without breaking the kiss, he slips his arms under Jaskier's knees, pressing them back against him until he's leaning over him again. Geralt deepens the kiss, pressing down on him and Jaskier groans despite himself. Geralt's cock brushes against his hip and he's hard. It tugs at something deep inside him and Jaskier wraps his arms around Geralt's neck, fingers pushing into his hair.

He shifts against the mattress and Geralt pulls his arms back. His mouth doesn't leave Jaskier's, even as he reaches for something off the side of the bed. When he settles again, he's got a bottle in his hand and Jaskier whimpers at the thought of it.

Geralt draws away, breaking the kiss with a hum and kissing down Jaskier's chest. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his mouth around the head of his cock and then he's bobbing gently, sliding halfway down his cock and slipping back to the head. Jaskier's eyes drop shut and he focuses on the feel of him, the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his hair in his hands.

When one of Geralt's hands presses against him, he hums encouragingly but doesn't move otherwise, afraid of breaking whatever spell he's under. He doesn't want to risk ending this, doesn't want to risk almost losing Geralt again.

Geralt slips a finger into him and Jaskier reaches up, smoothing his hands up the curve of Geralt's horns. He tries to keep steady, to keep from getting too worked up, but it's hard. Because this is Geralt, this is something he's wanted for years - what if it goes badly? What if it's terrible and Geralt no longer wants him?

A second finger presses into him and Jaskier gasps, startled from his thoughts. Geralt's eyes meet his and he looks worried, questioning.

"Is this too much?" he asks, "we don't have to-"

"No. No, I want you, I want this. Please." Jaskier's fingers slip to the base of his horns, brushing almost nervously where the flesh meets horn. "I just want to be good enough for you."

"You are," Geralt says immediately, "more than enough."

Their lips met again and Geralt's fingers press in a little more firmly. Heat rolls up Jaskier's spine, but he's not aching for it, he's not desperate to come. His cock is hard against his hip, but he wants to be close to Geralt. He wants his arms around him, wants to wrap his legs around Geralt's waist and just press himself against him. He wants the press of skin on skin, unhindered by clothes or blankets of any number of things that have kept them apart in the past.

He just wants Geralt and it doesn't matter how.

When Geralt finally pushes into him, Jaskier groans at the stretch. It's good, so good, and Geralt presses down against him again. Jaskier takes the opportunity to wrap around him and they move together easily, as though they were built for each other. Geralt kisses and nips and Jaskier loves so deeply he can't cope.

He hates the tears that bead in the corners of his eyes, hates the emotion that threatens to tear him apart and he buried his head in Geralt's neck to distract himself. Before he can get his arms around him properly, Geralt pulls back. As soon as he sees his face, Geralt's features pinch together.

"Jaskier-"

"Fuck," Jaskier whines weakly, "Geralt."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jaskier whimpers. He reaches up to Geralt, wanting to pull him close again. He doesn't want Geralt to see him, doesn't want him thinking he's too much, too emotional.

Geralt guides him back against the mattress and detangles their arms, leaning up on one elbow. Jaskier is embarrassed. He's a renowned lover, known for giving his partners the greatest pleasure and in the face of Geralt and one tiny bit of genuine affection, he breaks down.

He crosses his arms over his face but Geralt just wraps gentle fingers around his wrists and pulls them back.

"Hey," he whispers and there's worry in his voice that only makes Jaskier shudder. He chokes on a sob and turns his face, pressing his forehead against Geralrt's wrist.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, but Geralt just brushes his thumb over his forehead.

"For what?"

"I'm... " he doesn't know what to say. A mess? too much? not good enough for you? "okay."

"Jask, you're crying. Is it me?"

"No," he blurts, "no, Geralt, I-" a gentle thumb presses beneath his eye, wiping a tear away and that only makes it worse. "I love you," he whispers, so quiet he's sure no one will hear it. But Geralt, aside from his horns and his fangs, has sensitive hearing.

"And that's... bad." He says. It's not a question.

"No. No, but I- I fucked up. I almost lost you-"

"Jaskier," Geralt says softly, "you didn't. I was afraid you'd hate me like this, that you'd see me as the monster everyone else does. I was angry because I thought I was going to lose you."

"I know I'm a lot to put up with-"

"You're not."

Jaskier huffs a wet laugh. "I talk too much and I get in trouble you have to get me out of and I'm too slow and too annoying and too-" Geralt quiets him with a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Once," he says, "at a tavern in Posada, I would have believed those things. I don't anymore." He brushes his fingers down Jaskier's side, settling his palm against his hip. "If I really thought you were too much, I wouldn't be here now." He dips down, kissing him on the mouth again.

Jaskier can't help but sink into it and when Geralt shifts back on top of him, Jaskier winds around his neck again. Geralt breaks the kiss, kissing Jaskier's jaw and down his neck.

"We can stop if you want?"

"No," Jaskier mumbles.

"What do you need?"

"Just... you."

"Yeah," Geralt breathes, "yeah, okay."

He shifts his hips, resuming his slow but steady rhythm and Jaskier clings to him. He can't believe he came so close to losing Geralt tonight, to losing him and losing this forever. A swell of emotion threatens to rise up again and overwhelm him, but he kisses Geralt, holds him tight and focuses on the weight of his body against his own.

His fingers trail absently around the base of a horn, bumping over the uneven skin there. The horns themselves are smoother than expected, probably because they're so fresh, but he likes the sensation of them under his fingers and Geralt seems pleased about it.

Sparks skitter across Jaskier's skin as Geralt's pace quickens and he gaps against his mouth as Geralt rocks into his prostate. Even when Geralt's lips aren't on him, they hover above his skin, hot breath creating goosebumps in its wake. And when he kisses him, it seems a tremor audit through Jaskier's body, making his heart beat quicker and his toes curl in the sheets. He's never felt this way with anyone, never found himself chasing closeness before an orgasm, but he likes it.

He likes the sleekness of Geralt's horn under his palm, the tickle of his hair as it brushes his bare skin, the tackiness is dying away on Geralt's skin. All of it. He draws him close again, just as Geralt's hips give a little snap and it knocks the breath out of him.

"Can I touch you?" Geralt asks and Jaskier knows he won't last long with Geralt's hand on him, but for once that doesn't seem important.

"Please," he whispers and Geralt's palm slips up the underside of his cock, making him shudder.

"Good?" he asks and Jaskier just nods, a small sound escaping his lips as he rocks his hips into the touch.

Geralt's fingers wrap around him and it's like a wave of heat washing over him. Jaskier's entire body burns for him, arches off the bed to get closer to him. Geralt takes him apart so easily and it's only a matter of minutes before he's gasping for it, groaning his need into Geralt's shoulder.

Geralt rocks into him, stroking him in time with his thrusts and when he kisses him again, Jaskier shatters. He groans against Geralt's lips, rocking back onto him as he spills between them. His thighs shake and his arms feel like noodles around Geralt's neck, but he holds him closer anyway.

He's still breathless when Geralt's hips snap forward again and Jaskier can tell he's close in the way he shudders as he rocks into him. He tangles his fingers in Geralt's hair, kisses him hard. He wants this to be good, wants Geralt to know that he's safe here, he can be happy here.

When Geralt comes, it's with a quiet moan against Jaskier's chest and he stays there for a moment, breathing against his skin. When he pulls away, he wraps his arms around Jaskier's shoulder, pulling him onto his side so they're still facing each other. Neither speaks and Geralt kisses him again, slow and gentle. His hand comes up to cup the back of his head, and Jaskier hums softly against his lips.

They part again on a shaky breath and Jaskier bumps his forehead against Geralt's. He doesn't want to ask him to stay, he's still too afraid to hear him say no. But he doesn't want Geralt to go. It's already hard enough losing him over the winter, he can't bear the thought of being parted any longer than that. He shuts his eyes and presses close, pacified by the way Geralt's arm tightens around him.

"Next winter," Geralt mumbles, abrupt, "come with me. There's nothing left for me to hide and I... miss you over the winter. I worry about you." Jaskier's heart soars, despite his best efforts to keep his emotions restrained.

"You'd want me there?" he asks, "with your brothers?"

"Yeah. And they've been bugging me about it since I first mentioned you."

"You talk about me?" Jaskier asks, pulling back to look at him. Geralt tips his head up, golden eyes shining even in the dim light.

"Of course. You're-" he pauses as though unsure of what exactly Jaskier is. "I love you, too," he whispers at last, eyes lowered.

It feels like a dream, like any moment Jaskier will wake up and be back hiding behind that building or worse - alone in his room. But when he kisses him, Geralt is warm and solid against him and Jaskier buries himself in that warmth.

He will never, could never, understand how anyone can see this man as a monster.