#THIS MADE ME LOSE MY MIND THIS WAS SO GOOD

[majestyjun]

not a req but please please can you write something for haechan soon 😭😭 i need it so bad i’m dying

# impatient !! l.dh

lol why not ig this man is too cunty for his own good

# nsfw + minors dni, making a bet with hyuck when he won’t pay attention to you because his league match takes priority.

there’s nothing quite more infuriating than haechan on a bet. but two can play that game. like telling him he wouldn’t last five minutes with that boner of his, bulging through his sweats prominently,,, after all, he asked for it, choosing games over you. you shouldn’t have underestimated him.

“baby, i’m almost done,” haechan grumbles when your insistently wave your hand over his view, blocking sight of his computer. “hyuck, you’ve been saying that for an hour,” you whine, leaning over the back of his gaming chair. leave it to haechan to be more invested in winning league than spending time together after a long week. god, he looks divine, loose white t shirt hanging off his shoulders and exposing the smooth collarbones peeking out, gray sweats comfortably manspread as he clicks away, his subtle, quiet breaths laced with annoyed swears driving you a little more feral by the second. and maybe any other day you’d have more patience, but sometimes desperate days call for desperate measures,,, and maybe you’d just rather hyuck bend you over his desk and fuck you dumb instead of watching his goddamn league match.

“so impatient,” haechan smirks when you take matters into your own hands, climbing over his armrest to press your needy clothed cunt or his thigh, a soft moan escaping your lips at the desperately needed friction, slowly rubbing your panties against his sweats, hand on his shoulder to ground yourself as you blink at him expectantly, because fuck, he’s a goddamn tease. “hyuck…” your voice drawls in a whining manner, clenching your thighs over his, fingers wandering down his shirt to feel the smooth musculature beneath, slowly tracing downward, “‘m bored, just want you already.”

“what a brat,” his voice low when your hips rut against his thigh harder, soft mewls and whimpers slipping from your lips as you hump his leg desperately, but he won’t fucking give you the attention you need. “baby,” haechan’s voice laced with a tease as your fingers reach the bulge in his sweats, feeling the effect your neediness has on him, so sure you’ve got him when you tilt your head to his neck, pressing needy kisses, warm pants and gasps, soaked panties and lewd noises as you palm him, a small frustrated hyuck escaping you when haechan bites his lip to keep his composure. but the final irritating straw is when his pretty eyes meet yours in a teasing glance. “nice try,” he grins, “you won’t get me to cum in my pants like a loser.”

and then you made the dumbest fucking bet of your life.

because if anything, haechan is fucking competitive, bulge in his sweats and he’s made it another half an hour without touching himself while you’re on the verge of tears trying to resist touching yourself, desperately wanting to do something to cure the need for friction, touch, anything. and the longer you wait, the more it drives you mad with need, your pride the only thing keeping you sane. and maybe you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning both a game and a bet.

“all you have to do is just beg again,” haechan’s voice laced with amusement as he glances over his shoulder, “say it. you’re going to lose, baby.” and your will shatters when he spins his chair, mouth watering bulge no longer out of sight, no longer out of mind. your thighs sore from rubbing together, “please,”your voice strained and quiet as you bury your face into his comforter, not wanting to admit it to his face. “gotta say it,” he laughs, relishing your desperation. “please fuck me, hyuck, you w-win.”

“that’s it, baby,” the smirk on his face evident as he strides over, grabbing your hair to make you look up at him, “dumb brat. on fours.” and you swear, you’ve never felt more desperate when he lets go and the sound of his sweats slipping off as you shamefully get on fours, burying your face into his pillow to muffle the drooling moans as his hard cock presses to your cute ass, the tearing sound of your panties ripped from your pussy, and the harsh hit on your dripping cunt a lewd, salacious noise.

“ah—hyuck—!” you cry as his thick cock thrusts hard into your soaked pussy, fingers clinging to his sheets as he fills n stretches you out, lewd slaps of skin on skin with every brutal thrusts, tip kissing your cervix. “fuck,” he exhales, groaning as he lands a hard hit to your ass, “look at you now.” and when he leans over, hands grasping your waist in a bruising grip as he roughly slams into your soaked pussy, haechan’s voice low and husky in your ear. “i’ll make it hell for you, baby. don’t think you’ll have it easy after being such a brat.”

might consider writing a longer ver eventually for this one idk if i like it at this length lol

[housecow]

of course i’m fat. not a lot of people are lucky enough to feel this way about food—having a constant, lurking urge to eat until you get to the point you physically cannot fit anymore is not normal.

but god, it’s wonderful. it’s so easy to lose yourself in a 3lb tin of chocolate coins. they were a gift because of some sale at costco and you know they’re supposed to last a long time but they’re just so… satisfying.

unwrapping each one becomes a game: two pieces of gold foil balled up and hidden in the pull out drawer of the bedside table. then, i slip the piece of chocolate in my mouth. it’s cheap kind of chocolate but that doesn’t stop my enjoyment. because after this one, i know there’s another waiting. and then another. and then another. the pile of gold foil takes up most of the space in the drawer.

that was the first time i ever got over full without even meaning to. the book was too good, i was too focused on the words to notice just how much of the candy i’d consumed, and it was just too easy.

so that’s what started it all, the first time is hard to forget. you’re full and aching but your mind still craves that feeling. the sugar and the motion of eating that just became so familiar. it takes a week after all 3lbs are gone to stop the craving, but by then you already know that if you just have one more bag of chocolates it’s going to feel so, so good…

i chased that feeling. my natural state was constant distraction, constant food, and nothing else. netflix was always playing in the background, my 3ds had animal crossing new leaf loaded with 300 hours already logged, and a radio was constantly going. and the snacks never stopped. one pack of oreos, the empty container stashed in a dresser afterwards. a bag of doritos, a box of brownie bites, a tray of tres leches meant to feed 10 people. apple turnovers warmed until they were gooey. so much cake—knowing that decadence was less than $10 away made getting over 200lbs incredibly easy.

the cravings drove everything. is it really my fault i ended up this heavy? i shouldn’t feel this way about food. i shouldn’t want to feel myself get heavier, getting out of breath struggling to walk up a hill shouldn’t make me wet. my belly inching closer to the steering wheel should be terrifying, being that close to losing independence shouldn’t be motivating me to eat. but it does and my 290lb body shows the proof, because who could resist that?

why would i resist that? people hate themselves for this. the more i eat, the more i love it all. the more i can’t stop. it’s just a matter of time before someone takes advantage of this—i was made to eat and everybody knows.

[purple-babygirl]

in the far corner of the forest VI

Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader

Word Count: 7,498 (my excuse is this is the last one)

Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, so much cum, cum swallowing, Bucky is a lil filthy, multiple orgasms, pregnancy.

A/N: aaaand our story with our favorite orc comes to an end. I've certainly had a lot of fun writing this one and I loved you reading it even more. Thank you to every one who has been here since the beginning I love you with my whole heart. also if you see this, please wish me good luck on finding a job, your girl is broke and too weak for the streets. please enjoy xx💜💜

~

“I wanna talk to you about something,” she said, her gaze nervous as she set down a mug of green tea for Bucky on the dining table.

He was reading a bit while she finished up the kitchen work and he didn’t ask for tea, which meant she wanted something and was probably bribing him. It definitely made him curious to know what she was going to ask for.

Life with Bucky was an absolute dream. Their relationship was stable and solid and she thought it would be a good time to finally tell him about everything that has been occupying her mind lately.

“Is it that I need to lose weight?” Bucky teased, gesturing to the green tea before him.

“Bucky,” she whined, “I’m serious!”

Bucky laughed, “okay, okay,” he put the book down instantly, “I’m all yours, sweet thing.”

She smiled timidly, “promise me not to get mad.”

“I promise?” Bucky said, unsure what to think of this conversation.

What did she do?

“No, like, say the whole thing…”

“I promise not to get mad?”

“Thank you.” She sighed.

“What is it, my love?” Bucky held her hand in his, rubbing the back of it gently.

“I— umm I know that women working is frowned upon in our kingdom, but— um—”

“First of all, that’s just a human thing. Our females can do whatever they want. Second,” Bucky brought his other hand to her cheek, “you can talk to me, little human. Don’t be afraid. What is it that you want? Be sure that I’ll make it happen.”

She sighed again as she briefly leaned into Bucky’s touch before pulling away, “please don’t say no.” She pleaded.

“I have to know what you want first.” He chuckled lightly.

“Remember when you said that Sam and Sarah liked the strawberry jam I made?” She asked, chewing on her lower lip.

“Yes, and we’ve been their jam suppliers ever since.” Bucky laughed, holding his tea mug to take a sip.

“You also liked it, right?” She tilted her head anxiously.

“I loved it.” Bucky licked his tusks seductively.

She blushed, biting back a smile, “and— and the girls back at the orphanage would always tell me they liked my jams too.”

“As they should.” Bucky nodded, boosting her confidence, making her smile.

Gods, she loved him so much.

“So I was thinking maybe… maybe I could try and sell them?” She finally said the words, her voice hushing by the end of her question as she gauged her orc’s reaction.

“Sell them?” Bucky asked, setting his mug down.

She nodded, nervous again now that he didn’t seem to like the idea very much.

“Like in the market?”

“Yes.”

He stayed silent for a beat, a frown forming on his face as he thought about her request.

She put her hand back in Bucky’s, “if you say no, I won’t bring it up again, but—”

“I’m not gonna say no, sweet thing. I’m just worried,” Bucky said lowly, appearing to be deep in thought as he squeezed her smaller hand in his.

“Worried about what? I have saved money for everything! You would always give me a lot of money before we go out to the market and I’ve saved most of it. You’ve already gotten me everything I needed, so I didn’t really spend much. You don’t have to worry about buying materials! I know they would give us the fruits for a cheaper price if we buy in bulk—”

“Little human, that’s not what I’m worried about, and I’m not about to let my wife start her business with her savings. Your money is yours.” Bucky interrupted firmly, shaking his head at her.

She smiled warmheartedly as she hugged her orc’s hand to her chest, “then what are you worried about?”

“I’m worried about the people in the market. We don’t know how they would react to you putting up your own stand in there. There are no women there, sweet thing. As you said, it’s frowned upon.”

“There is Martha, the jewelry lady!”

“Yeah, but have you seen any other female besides Martha?” Bucky gave her a sad smile.

“No,” she mumbled, disheartened at the thought that she might not be able to bring her small business idea to life.

She knew that Martha was only working because she was a childless widow and the stand was originally her husband’s. She was the only one left to inherit and run it or else she wouldn’t be able to afford food.

“I’m not saying we’re not gonna do it,” Bucky brought her gaze to his by her chin, “but I can’t not worry about you.”

“I know.” She dipped her face to kiss Bucky’s palm, “what are we gonna do?”

“If a jam stand in the market is really what you want, then I will support you all the way until your booth is standing high in the middle of that market.”

She smiled fondly before feeling anxious once more, “what if the men in the market don’t like it?”

“Then they can take it up with me,” Bucky reassured her, his chest puffing involuntarily as he imagined having to fight for his wife.

“I don’t want any trouble, Bucky. I don’t want our peace to be disturbed. I don’t want you to have to fight again, at all.”

“At least then I’d be fighting for something I actually care about, and someone I’m knees-deep in love with.” Bucky sat her on his lap, his blue eyes gazing into hers.

Heat rose to her cheeks and tears to her eyes before she pressed her lips to Bucky’s, “thank you, my love.”

“Copycat,” Bucky teased, “you got nothing to thank me for, little human. I got your back. Always.”

“I’m still grateful,” she pecked his lips, “and even if I don’t end up having a stand in the market, your support will forever be enough for me, Bucky.” She gave him a passionate kiss, trying to convey her feelings through it.

She couldn’t believe how lucky she had turned out to be.

How many human husbands would support their wives’ dreams like that? How often were women even allowed to think about doing something for themselves or being financially independent in this kingdom?

She slowly slid off her orc’s lap and down to the floor, making Bucky tilt his head.

“What are you doing, sweet thing?”

“You promised you would teach me,” she said, her voice small as she let her hands massage up Bucky’s thighs.

“Oh, you feeling brave tonight, little human?” Bucky asked lowly, eyes growing dark as she brought her hand to his cock over his pants.

She nodded even though she internally had no idea what to do, but she was trusting her desire and Bucky’s guidance.

“Get your orc’s cock out then,” Bucky instructed, making her pussy clench before her eager fingers started pushing his pants down, revealing his big cock to her eyes.

Her hands hesitated, reaching for his length before withdrawing and looking at Bucky for help, shifting on her knees.

Bucky got up from the chair and she looked at him worriedly, afraid she had turned him off with her reluctance.

He returned to his seat after a second, pushing the pillow he brought with him under his wife’s knees as he helped her get comfortable.

She smiled gratefully at how loving and attentive Bucky was. He had his cock out but all he cared about was that her knees weren’t hurting on the wooden floor.

Gods, she got lucky.

“You can touch me, sweet thing.” Bucky encouraged softly.

She mustered up her courage and finally let her fingers wrap around Bucky’s cock. Well, try to wrap around his cock.

He was too big for her to be able to wrap her hand around him and it made Bucky’s cock twitch, seeing how small her hand was compared to his size.

She couldn’t believe she had managed to take all of him in her pussy every single night for the past week.

She had to use both of her hands before simultaneously squeezing them around her orc’s cock like he had previously shown her; it was the only thing she knew how to do.

Bucky’s jaw went slack as he threw his head back at the simple touch, “move your hands up and down, little human.”

“Like that?” She asked as she slowly followed the instructions.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes,” Bucky moaned, wrapping his hands around hers, pumping himself harder with her hands.

She watched as Bucky closed his eyes in pleasure, deep groans leaving his chest and pre-cum the tip of his cock because of her touch.

She wanted to ask permission but her instincts moved faster than her mind as she cautiously let her the tip of her tongue swipe against the head of Bucky’s cock, aching to know what he tasted like.

And oh did he taste good; a bit musky, a bit salty and a bit of something she could only identify as Bucky. It was addictive and she wanted more.

Bucky jumped above her, his cock jerking in her hands as he opened his eyes at the tiny lick he felt her give his cock.

“Was that the wrong thing to do?” She asked, unsure of her moves, “I thought it was okay for me to put my mouth there?” she hesitated shyly, suddenly embarrassed of her neediness.

“It is. It is more than okay, my love. Please do it again,” Bucky begged, his hand coming down to cup her cheek, thumb stroking her skin adoringly as he brought her face closer to his cock.

He was sure she and her innocence were going to be the death of him, yet at the same time, he couldn’t wait to ruin her; make her his dirty little cock slut of a wife.

She tentatively let the tip of her tongue lick against the head of Bucky’s cock again, keeping her eyes on him.

Bucky groaned, his abdomen tensing as he felt himself already close.

He couldn’t believe how embarrassingly ready to burst she had managed to have him every time she touched him or as much as moaned for him. He could go for hours before, but with her it was like she knew exactly which buttons to press to get him drooling and leaking for her, and yet, she didn’t. Not at all, really.

She gave a bigger lick, letting herself savor her orc’s taste this time, moaning as she put her mouth on his tip, suckling ever so softly.

Bucky was huge and getting him inside her mouth like she felt she wanted to was going to be a challenge, but she wasn’t one to back down from challenges. Not anymore.

She was going to make Bucky feel good and she was going to do it with her mouth.

She could barely get the tip past her lips and it was already too much for her untrained mouth. Tears gathered in her eyes when Bucky involuntarily jerked his hips forward, making her gag on his cock.

“I’m so sorry, my love—” Bucky quickly pulled out of her mouth, worry written all over his face.

“Don’t be, Bucky. I— I kinda liked it.” She confessed, heat spreading on her cheeks.

“Oh, you liked choking on my cock, little human?” Bucky teased darkly as he pumped himself and she nodded shyly.

“Can I try again?” She asked, voice small and timid.

“All yours, sweet thing.”

She put her mouth back on the tip, feeling proud of herself as she managed to properly suck on it without her teeth getting in the way.

Bucky’s cock was so big and it was certainly testing for her to take another inch into her mouth but she did it, softly moaning on her orc’s length as she tasted more of his precum on her tongue.

“Keep using your hands, little human,” Bucky instructed, her mouth feeling heavenly on his cock.

She listened right away, her hands pumping up and down the inches she couldn’t yet fit into her mouth.

“Good girl,” Bucky groaned wantonly, “you’re so good for me, sweet thing.”

Bucky’s encouragement made her want to do better, to do more for him.

She pulled off of him for one second, taking a long breath as Bucky watched her with hooded eyelids.

And when she was ready, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking half of Bucky’s cock down her throat all at once.

“Gods, fuck!” He exclaimed, barely holding himself back from lurching over and shoving the whole thing down her warm wet throat as his hand flow to cup the back of her head.

She kept one hand on Bucky’s length as the other moved down to touch her own heat.

The sounds coming out of Bucky, his taste and the way his cock was making her drool as she choked on it were driving her up the wall with need.

She has never touched herself before and she didn’t know what has gotten into her as she slipped her hand down her panties, trying to imitate Bucky’s touches on her clit. Her fingers couldn’t compare, but she was throbbing, every sound that left Bucky’s chest vibrated in her clit; made her ache needily.

Bucky was turning to putty in her hands and it was the hottest thing she has ever witnessed.

She whined on Bucky’s cock and it made him open his eyes, realizing that she had now one hand only pumping him as the other disappeared under her dress.

“Are you touching yourself, little human?” Bucky chuckled breathily, making her whine in embarrassment.

Yet, her hand rubbed her clit even faster.

“Is sucking my cock making you all needy, sweet thing? Hmm? Can’t be around this fat cock without aching for it?”

She moaned in agreement, basically gurgling on Bucky’s fat cock as she forced herself to take another inch of him down her throat, making him grunt.

“Atta girl!” Bucky shouted in pleasure as he started to move in and out of her mouth, her allowing him to give her a little more of his thick cock every time he would slide back down her throat.

She continued breathing through her nose and circled her clit faster, feeling herself get closer to her release as her lower stomach tensed and tightened.

“Relax that throat for me, little human. There you go, good girl.”

Bucky was holding her head with both hands now, trying not to crane her neck back too much as he angled his hips just right for the tip of his cock to hit the back of her throat.

She gagged harshly and Bucky pulled out to give her a chance to breathe, “take your time, sweet thing. Doing so good for me,” he reassured, rubbing her back lovingly as she coughed and heaved.

“Again,” was all she said before she took his cock back in her mouth all the way down her throat that her nose was almost touching Bucky’s abs.

She let Bucky fuck her throat again, grateful for his gentleness as his balls hit her chin with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re too good to me, sweet thing. So pretty taking my cock all the way down your throat like that.”

Bucky knew the exact second she came as her whines hummed on his cock while she let her orgasm take over. Her jaw went slack in his hand and he took the chance to quicken his pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck, little human, you’re a natural. Taking me so well— ahhh fuck. Just like that.”

Bucky almost roared as he came down her throat, smirking appreciatively as he felt her swallow around him, spluttering a little as he slowly pulled out.

He couldn’t be prouder of how hungry for his cock he had managed to make his little human as he watched her swallow every drop she could before the rest of Bucky’s cum ran down her lips, chin, neck and dress, his cock still throbbing at the sight of her covered in his cum; willingly claimed.

She let her butt touch the pillow underneath her knees as her body sagged, gasping and trying to catch her breath.

Her jaw was hurting like a bitch but she didn’t care. She has made Bucky lose it with her mouth and her mouth alone.

She suddenly felt her face go hot as the hand in her panties reminded her of what she had done while sucking her orc’s cock. She took her hand out of her underwear, quickly hiding it behind her back as if that would make everything she just did disappear.

Bucky laughed, putting his pants back on before cupping her cheeks as he got down on his knees before her, “what did I say, little human? Never hide from me.” He took her hand out from behind her back and brought her fingers to his face.

Bucky obscenely smelled her fingers, closing his eyes at the scent of her before wrapping his lips around them, lewdly moaning as he tasted the remnants of her juices on them.

Her face burned up as her lust was sated, leaving shyness to gnaw at her cheeks.

“Did— did you like that?” She croaked out, her voice hoarse, as he finished sucking on her fingers, desperately wanting to change the subject.

“Oh, sweet thing, I loved it.” Bucky smiled, satisfied and amazed by her, “you almost sucked my soul out of my cock there, little human.”

She giggled, blushing.

“And you touching yourself while giving me head? Damn, sweet thing! Who would’ve known?!” Bucky teased, making her sigh and hide her face in her hands.

“No, no, little human, it’s a good thing,” he laughed, taking her hands in his, “it was so fucking hot.”

“Really?”

Gods, how were her eyes still so innocent after what she had just done to him?

“Really.” Bucky smiled, kissing her knuckles.

“Thank you for letting me do it, Bucky, and for guiding me,” she said sincerely before throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him as she released a happy sigh.

Bucky just couldn’t wrap his mind around how perfect she was or how blessed he was.

She was thanking him for agreeing to ravish her with his cock. Truth was, he was the one who should thank her every day just for being his.

Bucky, the half-orc, seemed to have found and claimed jackpot.

“Thank you, little human.” Bucky turned his head to kiss her hair, “thank you for everything.”

~

True to his word, Bucky had done everything in his power to make her dream come true. He worked hard to get her a permit from the kingdom for a new stall in the market, using his previous status in the army to get them to sign and stamp those papers as soon as possible.

He had also designed and built her stand all by himself, making sure to make her a smooth counter for her elbows and real sturdy shelves to hold her jam jars.

And he knew exactly what he was going to engrave on the sign for her tiny shop.

Meanwhile, she and Sarah were browsing the nearby markets to pick a fruit supplier with which she could be comfortable. They had managed to find a kind old man who always had a display of the seasonal fruits in his shop. His fruits were ripe and fresh at all times and they had come to a fair agreement regarding the prices and the monthly supply they would need him to provide.

Then it was time to shop for utensils and Sarah had insisted on dragging Sam along for that one because there was no way the two women could carry that much stuff on their own. He left Bucky to continue working on the final touches on the stand and reluctantly joined the ladies.

She was the happiest as she picked new pots and sauce pans with Sarah as well as the cute little glass jars she would need to put the jam into.

Her life was coming together and she couldn’t be more thankful for everything and everyone she had.

She had an amazing husband and supportive, kind friends; a little family to call her own other than the one that had abandoned her long ago.

The group tried their best to haggle the prices on everything because she didn’t want Bucky to have to spend too much, seeing that he had insisted on paying for everything.

“I’m not negotiating, it’s either the price I asked for or we won’t take anything from you!”

Her head snapped up, dropping the ladles she was browsing when she heard Sam ‘haggling’ with the seller.

She had found things here that she couldn’t find anywhere else and she really liked them. Why was Sam sabotaging her shopping plan?

She grabbed onto her favorite pot as she walked over to the siblings.

“Sam, what are you doing? I’ve already picked like a billion things,” she whispered to the man, afraid that he was ruining a good bargain.

“Watch and learn,” Sarah whispered back to her with a reassuring smile, “you’re right, Sam. Let’s go. Thank you, we won’t be taking those. You can put them back, thanks.”

Her mouth was wide open as Sarah forcefully took the pot out of her hand, setting it down and grabbing her, dragging her to walk away.

“Guys, what are you doing?” She scream-whispered as they kept walking, leaving everything that she had carefully hand-picked behind.

“Okay, fine, wait!” The seller called for them before they could get too far, “you can have them— I’ll give them to you at the price you wanted!”

She looked at the Wilsons with an impressed smile and they smiled back, raising their eyebrows simultaneously as if to say “told you so”, making her laugh.

When they were finally done with everything they needed, they had made Sam carry most of the bags as she and Sarah waltzed back to a more feminine shop.

When they were finally done, Sam wanted to run back to his and Bucky’s shop before they could buy anything else, but he was carrying way too many things so he only made both ladies laugh as he looked like a pregnant penguin hoping over to the truck.

~

“You look happy. Did you get everything you needed, my love?” Bucky asked with a chuckle as she excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek as soon as she entered the shop.

“Yes.” She nodded with a smile, pecking her orc’s lips.

“Were these guys any help?” He nodded to the siblings, teasing them.

“We can hear you, you know!” Sam yelled from the supply closet as he set the last bag inside.

“Sarah and Sam were great help.” She softly slapped Bucky’s chest, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without them.” She smiled at Sam gratefully before running to hug Sarah.

“Anything for you, bestie. I’ve been around boys for too long and I’m so glad I get to have a fellow woman around here now.”

She giggled as Sarah hugged her back, imagining how lonely it must have been for her to only be surrounded by males.

“Hey! We’re great company!” Sam said, waving a finger at his sister.

“Sure you are, Samuel.” Sarah nodded until Sam had turned his head away, “I swear if I didn’t work here I wouldn’t have forced myself to put up with all the burping and farting.”

She chocked on a laugh as both Sam and Bucky glared at Sarah before she decided to dissolve the ‘tension’, “okay, okay, let’s eat!”

She got out the food she had prepared for everyone, chuckling as she handed Sam his meal after he made grabby hands at the wrapped box.

“Bucky, leave it for now and come eat,” she called for her husband when he saw he was too busy working down a plaque of wood.

“Almost done, sweet thing,” he mumbled, still focused on what he was doing.

Bucky looked like a masterpiece with his hair back in a low bun and the tip of his tongue out, hanging on a tusk as he fixated on the work at hand.

She couldn’t help but walk over and wrap her arms around him from behind, lovingly kissing his back.

The orc stopped his movements, smiling when he felt her tiny mouth press kiss after kiss to his back.

He turned around to face her, encasing her in his strong embrace as he leaned down to kiss her sweet lips.

“Your food is gonna get cold,” she whispered against Bucky’s lips.

“Let it get cold,” he said before deepening their kiss, holding her by the back of her head to bring her closer.

“Some people are trying to eat over here!” Sam shouted with his mouth full as Sarah playfully made gag noises.

Bucky groaned as she shyly pulled away from his lips, making her laugh when he whispered “I hate you” to Sam.

~

Things at the market have gone exactly like Bucky has feared.

It was her very first day, her stand was in place like Bucky had put it and she and Sarah were organizing the jars on the shelves as the men watched them with scowls.

She tried her best not to care. The wooden sign saying “Sweet Things” on top was shining in the sunlight and with it her smile.

Everything was going smoothly until both she and Sarah left the stand for a minute to go get the rest of the boxes off of Sam’s truck.

It was just one minute but it was enough for those who didn’t want her there to make it known.

When she came back, her glass jars were all on the ground, smashed to pieces, the jam she had spent last night making staining the gravel.

She was speechless, hurt and confused at some people’s ability to be so venomous and mean.

She saw Cole holding as many jars as he could in his arms, sighing when he saw her, “I tried to stop them. I’m so sorry.”

She felt her chest tighten as her eyes welled up.

“Don’t let them see you cry,” Sarah whispered in her ear as she could see tears gathering in her lash line.

“I would never,” she replied strongly, setting the box in her arms down on the counter of her booth with a clenched jaw.

“Who did this?” She asked, her voice loud and powerful.

She got no answer so she decided to provoke whoever had done this into coming forward, “so what you’re manly enough to smash down jam jars, but not so much when it comes to owning up to it?”

“We all did it!” The man from the clothing stall shouted.

“Yeah, we don’t want you here! Women weren’t made to work!” The man from the key cutting stand continued.

“And who decided that exactly?” She yelled back to them, hands on her waist rebelliously.

“It’s just how the world works, sweetheart. Work just isn’t for women,” the man from the clothing stall replied with a challenging smile as he gestured to the broken glass by her feet.

“Oh, it isn’t? That’s weird! Because last time I checked, women worked their butts off all day long cleaning, cooking, and taking care of children at houses that aren’t even their own just to go back home at the end of the day and do it all over again for free while you sat on your lazy asses!”

Everyone stood there stunned, her response crushing them into silence. None of them could remember the last time a woman had dared use such a tone with them, let alone use curse words in her speech.

“But it’s fine when women don’t get to take the money for their work, right? Women can work as long as you receive their pay money each month, no? They’re allowed to work as long as their money isn’t their own and their dignity is kept under your shoes, aren’t they?!” She lashed out, surprising herself, Sarah, everyone around and a very impressed Bucky, who was standing at the end of the market as she let her voice get loud, talking back to men.

He just thought he would stop by, unable to keep his worry at bay. And when he heard the men’s voices get loud in her face, he thought he would intervene; defend her, but his little human didn’t seem like she needed any defending. Not one bit.

She was putting those assholes in their places all by herself.

“Lower your voice, woman! Or have you been around that savage brute of yours too much that you’ve forgotten how to properly speak?”

“Hey!” Bucky barked, stomping over to the man who had dared disrespect him and his wife, his fists already balling.

“Oh you’re gonna come for my orc now?!” Her shout stopped Bucky before he could punch the man’s nose off, “where were you again when my orc was fighting for this kingdom? Where were you when he took it upon himself to keep everyone here safe? Oh, wait, right! Sitting on your lazy ass!”

“How dare you talk to us like that? You think you get to be this audacious because you let a half-orc bed you?!”

“Watch your tongue when you’re talking to my wife,” Bucky snarled in the man’s face before she gently held him back.

“At least he knows how to take care of a woman!” She said proudly, “my orc is more of a husband to me than any of you pathetic wimps could ever be to your women!”

Bucky couldn’t help the warm smile replacing his scowl at her words. He couldn’t believe she was defending him like that, saying such words about him, in the middle of the market.

“He treats me like a queen. He has never laid a hand on me and when he makes me scream, he makes me scream for all the right reasons.” She growled, looking the rude man right in the eye as she stressed every word in the end of her sentence.

The man swallowed hard, her words clearly hitting him where it hurt.

She smiled victoriously, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a jam stand to run and if any of you as much as thinks of pulling anything like this again, my husband here will have the rest of the kingdom hear your screams for a change.” She warned fearlessly, her gaze running over each and every seller in the market.

“For all the right reasons.” Bucky promised, harshly squeezing the man’s shoulder in his flesh fist.

She giggled, nodding with a wide grin before walking to the truck to get the sweep she had packed beforehand.

“Now I know why you insisted on bringing that with you!” Sarah laughed in amazement.

She laughed with her best friend as they both walked back to her stand where a very proud Bucky was still standing guard.

It was sad that she had expected such actions; that she expected that someone was going to try and destroy her work, but she was still glad they did it early enough for her to set them straight. She now had a place in that market, and she wasn’t leaving any time soon.

Once she reached the booth, Bucky took the broom out of her hand and threw it to Sarah, settling his hands on her waist.

“Hi,” she smiled, finally able to properly greet her husband, slipping a loose strand of hair behind his pointed ear.

“Hi,” Bucky replied fondly, leaning her back in a tender dip, making her laugh before he claimed her lips in a passionate, lingering kiss in front of everyone watching.

They had lost themselves in the kiss so much that when they finally pulled away, Sarah had finished sweeping away the glass, Cole helping her get rid of the shards so that they wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Bucky grunted when he noticed Cole standing there, the man shivering under the orc’s intense gaze.

She squeezed Bucky’s hand in hers before giving Cole a grateful smile, “thank you for everything you’ve done, Cole. We appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me,” Cole blushed, “it wasn’t right what they did.”

Bucky snarled, teeth and fists clenched as he silently told the man to back off.

“I’ll— I’ll be by the flowers if you guys need me,” Cole said hastily, practically running out of Bucky’s face, the orc’s gaze following him until he was gone.

“Bucky,” she said, shaking his hand in hers, “he was just helping!”

“We don’t need his help,” he growled, still angry that another man was able to offer his wife help before him.

“I don’t and will never need anyone but you,” she told him, getting on her tiptoes to peck the orc’s frowny lips.

“Promise me not to talk to him again,” Bucky grumbled like a kid on her lips, refusing to let her kiss him.

She shook her head with a smile, “I promise.”

“No, say the whole thing.”

She laughed aloud, hiding her face in his chest, “I promise not to talk to Cole again. Happy?”

“Very.” Bucky finally smiled again, kissing her properly.

~

The next few days were very busy for both of them. She was trying to build herself a good name in the market and Bucky had this huge bulk order of chairs and desks for the new school. It didn’t help that Sarah was helping her with her jam stand because that meant that Sam and Bucky had to get everything done on their own.

She and Bucky barely saw each other all week, meeting only on the bed to exhaustedly fall asleep in each other’s arms at nights. They couldn’t even have breakfasts together because Bucky would be up and out way earlier than her.

Which meant he never saw her during her morning sickness.

And as much as she craved Bucky’s care, she was still happy in a way that he wasn’t here for the daily puke because that meant she could surprise him with the news she so bad hoped to be true.

She had told Sarah when it happened for the third day in a row, unable to keep her happiness or nervousness to herself.

She was probably pregnant, with Bucky’s baby. All the signs were there and she couldn’t be more contented.

They didn’t tell anyone, but today during lunch time, Sarah was accompanying her on her visit to the midwife just to make sure before she went ahead and broke the news to Bucky.

And when the midwife had confirmed hers and Sarah’s suspicions, the whole world couldn’t contain her happiness if it tried.

She was carrying Bucky’s baby inside of her. She was making a family with the orc of her dreams!

She was too excited that she wanted to just run to the shop and tell Bucky right away, but no, this had to be special. As special as the news itself.

And that was how she found Sarah and herself walking towards Cole’s flower stand.

“You’ll ask for them.”

“Why me? I’m not the pregnant one!” Sarah argued, stopping.

“Please, Sarah, you know I promised Bucky,” she whined, giving her friend the best puppy eyes she could pull.

“I’m sure Bucky didn’t mean that literally! He just didn’t want you flirting with the man.”

“Oh believe me, he meant it literally.”

“Still no.”

“Please, Aunt Sarah,” she begged, rubbing her flat belly.

“Ugh fine, but only for the sweet orcling inside of you!”

She giggled, giving Sarah a hug before they continued walking to the flower stand, “thank you, Aunt Sarah.”

“Good afternoon, Cole,” Sarah started, “we’re gonna need one of you freshest—”

“Mom!” A smaller voice called out, making Sarah turn around at once.

“AJ! What are you doing here, boy? Where’s your brother?” Sarah asked worriedly.

“He fell down— we were just playing soccer—” AJ stuttered, scared of his mom’s reaction.

“Where is your brother?”

“He’s at the infirmary. The doctor asked for you…” AJ replied faintly, his head down in shame.

“Oh my— I’m so sorry. I need to go.” Sarah told her as she ran with AJ out of the market.

“It’s okay, go. I’ll come with Bucky later to see how he’s doing,” she replied with a worried nod.

“So,” Cole broke the silence and only then did she realize that she has been standing there by his booth watching Sarah and AJ leave for at least 30 seconds.

“Oh— well…” She fumbled with her hands, not sure if she should talk to him.

She knew she promised Bucky, but this was kind of for Bucky too, and neither she nor Cole were flirting, so what was the harm?

“I need your freshest forget-me-not, please.” She gave the man her order with a polite smile.

“You got it.” Cole nodded before kneeling down to fetch her the prettiest, most alive forget-me-not plant she has ever seen, “how about this gal here?”

“She’s perfect!” She smiled, almost jumping in place because she could see Bucky’s face when she gave him the flower with the news she had.

She was too busy paying for her plant to notice Bucky watching her from a distance or notice him leaving at the sight of her smiling while talking to the one man he made her promise not to talk to.

~

“You came back early!” Sam commented upon seeing his friend reenter the shop less than 15 minutes after he had left.

“Yeah, couldn’t find her. Probably went to lunch out with Sarah,” Bucky lied, setting his packed food down before picking up his axe.

“We don’t need any more wood—”

“I don’t care.” Bucky stormed off to the lumberyard, ready to take his feelings out on the dead trees.

“Those chairs aren’t gonna make themselves ya know! I’m not a machine!” Sam yelled after him but it all fell on deaf ears.

Bucky was angry.

He just wanted to have a sweet lunch with his wife, but instead he was welcomed by a scene from his worst nightmare.

Did she do that all the time? How many times has she broken her promise to him? Was it because he was busy those past few days? He thought she was busy too; he didn’t know it could be affecting her that much…

But no. She wouldn’t do that. She promised him and Bucky trusted and trusts her.

Bucky shook his head as he stopped in his tracks, turning around as he flipped his axe in the air. He trusted his wife.

He wasn’t going to be that husband because they were not that couple.

~

When Bucky had walked back to the shop, she was there, waiting for him with her heart pounding in her throat.

He wanted to take the frown off his face, but he couldn’t do it fast enough.

“Where’s Sam?” He wondered, trying to hide his feelings.

“He had to go to Sarah and the boys. Cass got hurt while playing.” She explained in a hurry, the news she actually came for pressing on her.

“Bucky, I need to talk to you,” she said before she could change her mind, nervousness etched all over her soft features.

Bucky’s heart sank. Was she leaving him?

“I wanted to wait until we got home, but I couldn’t wait!” She smiled, eyes lighting up as she spoke.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t leaving him. She wouldn’t be this joyful about leaving him, would she?

“Is everything okay, sweet thing?” Bucky asked, becoming nervous himself.

She took his hand and led him to his chair before making herself comfortable on his lap with a bag in her own.

Yeah, she wasn’t leaving him.

“I wanna confess something first.”

“I’m listening,” Bucky said, his voice strained because he could guess where this was going.

“I broke my promise to you today, but only today, I swear. And I’m sorry,” she held his hand in one of hers, eyes begging him not to be upset with her, “I had to speak to Cole.”

“Really? You had to? Why did you possibly have to speak to Cole?” Bucky snapped, unable to control his anger.

“I understand why you’re upset and I’m so sorry.” She squeezed his hand to her heart, “I asked Sarah to do it for me, but AJ came and got her because Cass got hurt and so I had to ask Cole for this.” She brought out the potted forget-me-not, “all on my own”.

“If you wanted blue flowers you could have asked me and I would have planted millions for you,” Bucky mumbled, shaking his head.

He was happy that they had a healthy relationship where she felt safe enough to come and tell him about this, but he wasn’t happy with what she was telling him.

He could be a farmer!

“That would’ve been too late and too early at the same time.” She shrugged with a small grin.

“Little human, you’re not making much sense right now.”

“Forget-me-nots take from a month and a half to two months to grow. It would’ve been too late for me to tell you the news I got them to tell you and too early for—”

She got up and set the plant on Bucky’s desk before resituating herself on his lap with her dress up so that she was straddling him.

“It would’ve been too early for the baby to come.”

“What? What baby?” Bucky asked dumbly, his brain short circuiting at the news.

“I’m pregnant, my love,” she whispered, her eyes tearing up.

“You’re— you’re pregnant?”

She nodded, tears rolling down her soft cheeks, “I’m pregnant.”

“With my baby.” Bucky pointed to himself, making her chuckle.

“With your baby.”

Without introductions, Bucky pressed his lips to her in a kiss so passionate that it left her dizzy.

“Our baby,” Bucky whispered on her lips, cupping her cheek as he put his forehead to hers, letting his tears run.

Bucky’s flesh hand moved to caress her belly, “you have given me everything, sweet thing. Everything.”

“I love you, Bucky.” She wiped her orc’s tears before wrapping her arms around him, burrowing her face in his neck, breathing in his calming scent.

“I love you even more, little human.”

“We’re gonna have an actual little human soon and the name won’t be exclusively mine anymore,” she joked, chuckling on his warm skin.

“You will always be my little human,” Bucky told her seriously, bringing her gaze back to his, “we’re just gonna have a littler human.”

She laughed aloud as Bucky wiped away her tears.

“We’re gonna be so happy, aren’t we?” She asked with a big smile, her heart full.

“Yes, we are.” Bucky promised, sealing it with another kiss.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she told Bucky the second they broke the kiss, making him smile like an idiot.

“Ditto.”

“Oh my gods, you’re so human!”

Bucky laughed with her before asking “forget-me-nots?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want you to forget about me between the hills of chairs and desks and they could also symbolize a sense of permanence, commitment, and familial bond. It was in one of the books you got me when we first got married.” She pretended to flip her hair away as she spoke confidently.

Bucky smiled, her words reassuring his heart more than she could ever know. She didn’t say when you first took me or when they first sent me, she said when ‘we first got married’.

She had fully, lovingly accepted Bucky and this marriage and it was time for Bucky to accept it all himself, too. It was time for him to accept that he was loved and chosen and cared about by this woman in his lap.

“I could never forget about you, sweet thing.” Bucky kissed her forehead, silently thanking her for way more than just a potted plant.

“I got you something else.” She rummaged through the bag, bringing out an amethyst male ring.

“What’s that one for?” Bucky asked, looking at her fondly.

“That’s for protection, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself while working again,” she told him with a smile as she slipped the ring on his flesh finger.

Bucky looked at her, all the love in the world held in his stare, “thank you, little human.”

He kissed the ring on his finger and after it her lips.

She loved Bucky and that was the only truth he needed to believe in.

Bucky loved her and that was the only fact that mattered to him.

She and Bucky were expecting their first baby and that was the only reality any of them wanted to live.

~

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you should do a kate martin x reader fic where they are teammates who’ve been dating for awhile and then accidentally go public!!

yes of course! thank you so much for your request :)

Victorious

pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader

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your eyes fluttered opened and you picked up your phone from your bedside table. it read 6:00 AM. you sighed. it was time to get up. you rolled over and were met with your teammate/roommate/girlfriend’s chest. she just laid they’re staring down at you, “good morning sleepy girl! i’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she stroked your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “big game today, sunshine. you ready?”

you groaned and buried your head into her chest. “nooooo.” kate got out of bed and dragged you with her. you were upset to leave the comfort and warmth of your bed, but you’d go anywhere she went. she grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom. the two of you began to brush your teeth.

“you gonna shower?” kate asked, moving her eyebrows are you suggestively. you playfully pushed her shoulder as you wiped the excess toothpaste off your lips. “kate!” you exclaimed and laughed at her antics. she snaked her arms around your waist and gave you a playful grin, “whatttt? it’s for good luck!”

“oh stop. we can celebrate tonight when we win.”

kate’s face grew red and she quickly nodded in agreement. you gave her a wink.

there wasn’t much to do to prepare for your game. it was a home game so there was no need to pack your bags. you and kate had a slow morning, with her cooking you guys some breakfast. you were never a morning person until your mornings started to include kate. she was so gentle with you, and you loved the way she helped you wake up to softness and love every morning. she flipped a pancake on the stove and you walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her and burying your face into her back.

“mm love you so much, kate kat.”

after breakfast, you did your makeup and lightly curled your hair; kate insisting on putting it into a ponytail herself. you, of course, let her. how could you say no to her? you helped kate put her hair into a ponytail then braided it for her.

in usual kate fashion, she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. physical touch was her love language and she just wanted to hold you. that was something she loved about you, you were always down to snuggle up to her. she lifted you up, sitting you on the bathroom counter and peppered your face with kisses. “why aren’t you more excited, y/n? it’s game day! you’re usually so hyped!”

you sighed and looked up at your girlfriend, a worried expression on your face. “kate, can i ask for your advice about something?” she nodded her head as if to say of course and you continued, “i’m just, well, nervous. i didn’t have a good practice yesterday and i’m just so scared to mess up. i don’t want it to be all my fault if we lose.” you looked up at kate waiting expectantly for her reply. she took your hands in hers and stared into your eyes.

“as your girlfriend, i will always be here to support you, win or lose. i’m so proud of you everyday and i see how much your hard work is paying off, pretty girl. as captain, i need you to know that it’s not ever your fault. this game is a team effort and it will take a team effort to win it. you just need to try your best like i know you will. that’s all anyone’s expecting of you, i promise you that.”

you smiled and wrapped your arms around kate’s neck. “you are seriously so sweet. oh my god, kate i could just kiss you. thank you so much for helping, you actually made me feel so much better.”

“don’t mention it, it’s my job baby! however i will take you up on that kiss offer if you don’t mind me.” she snuck several kisses from you before you had to leave for you game.

when you arrived to the gymnasium, coach had you all circle up and gave you a pep talk. after her words of encouragement, she left caitlin and kate to give their pep talks to you. kate held your hand as she spoke to the team, in a last minute’s effort to stay close to you before the fans and media started arriving and you two had to go back to being just teammates and close friends.

you admired kate’s words of affirmation, earlier in your shared bathroom and now on the court. she really was the glue keeping everyone all together. you stared at her face and counted the freckles on her face, “who knew glue could be so cute?” you thought to yourself.

“uh what was that, y/n?” kate smirked at you. oh. maybe you hadn’t just thought that to yourself.

the game started and things were going a bit rocky at first. you’d fumbled a pass, and missed a shot as well. you wanted nothing more than to just cry into kate’s shoulder. you looked over at her and saw she was looking right back at you. she gave you a smile as if to say, ‘you got this. i’m rooting for you!’. you smiled back and she winked at you. you rolled your eyes playfully. she was going to get the two of you caught if she kept acting like that.

with newfound confidence, you played harder than ever. in the third quarter, you even scored a three! each time you made a shot, you looked over at kate and saw her beaming with pride.

the score was 67-68. you guys were losing by one point. with only 10 seconds left you were worried out of your mind. suddenly, you see the ball being passed to you. you weren’t close enough to confidently shoot it, and you looked to see who was open. low and behold, you see kate’s sparkly eyes staring you. of course there was some bias there, but she was your obvious choice. ‘let’s win this babe’ you mouthed her to and passed the ball to her.

The Sports broadcasters announced the Iowa win and you ran to kate screaming. you both were so happy you actually pulled it off. you were so happy in fact that you forgot you two were just teammates. kate lifted you up and spun you around. “oh my god! we did it!! i love you so much pretty girl i knew we could do it!” and you and your whole team just stared at her, shocked.

it took a moment, but eventually it registered for kate what she had just done. she had just revealed your secret romance to the entire media. “you know what? fuck it” you whispered to partly yourself and partly to kate. “i want everyone to know your mine.”

you grab the neck of kate’s jersey and pulled her face down to yours, kissing her softly but deeply. kate was shocked but lent into the kiss. you smiled into it, imagining what crazy edits this moment would be made into. but you didn’t care. at the end of the day, you had kate. and you had a win. you never knew victory could taste so sweet.

ahh all done i hope you like ittttt! please keep sending requests :)

[pre11yyy]

Warnings: non con (if u r not comfortable don't read), mdni, violence themes, heeseung is so fucked up, explicit content, some creepy shit, stalker!heeseung

Thinking about neightbour!heeseung who has been stalking u after his first time seeing u, he just can't help it but wonder what u do, what u like, who u r hanging out with until it became a routine for him

Neightbour!heeseung who'd only greet u and ask about how r u doing as if he doesn't know what u do 24h/7

Neighbour!heeseung who had enough from watching u from afar and now wants more than that, he needs to be in ur space and what's better than ur house? He finds himself sneaking in trying everything he learned to open ur door and when he finally got in, the feeling is overwhelming as he's now able to touch ur things, smell ur scent and feel ur warmth, Heeseung is very quiet as he walks around ur house, he takes his time observing everything, learning new things about u which makes his love, His possession for u even bigger.

Neightbour!Heeseung who had been thinking about sneaking in while u r there, wondering in his head how u'll react if u ever noticed him there, the thought so thrilling for him to not do it, so he does it, opening ur door quietly when he could hear clearly ur tv on, glacing to see u sitting in ur little couch stuffing the crisps in ur mouth without having an idea that he is here with u, With u ohhh how this idea is so tempting to him, but he needs to wait, he can't make a single sound yet

Neighbour!Heeseung who is waiting for the right moment to make u his, he watches ur every move, the way u laugh, the way u speak, the way u touch urself, he is a good boy, a very good boy, waiting patiently for the right moment where ur phone rings, he knows its him, the man that always calls u, the one that takes all ur time and attention, he's not going to allow that to happen anymore, not when he's here and you'll be his, he is sure of it, so he makes his way slowly, standing in front of u, he's here now, and he is ready

Neighbour!heeseung who would play with ur hair while ur sleeping, hiding whenever u feel his touch on u, gasping where u just imagining things? U don't know how much it hurts him, he wants to make his presence clear, he wants u to feel his hands on ur hair and all over ur body, and he does, his hand slowly tracing ur neck down to ur collar bone, making u wake up to the sudden touch, the one that made u flinch, your eyes searching for the source of the touch in this darkness of the room, finding nothing in sight, the fear is taking over u and u can't help it, u need to check the house, so u get up from ur bed, trying to find the source, the feeling of being watched is taking over u, u need to find the source or else, you'll lose ur mind, he knows how scared u r, that's why he is not letting u find him, not yet, so he is staying still, he's not even breathing, he just watches u walk around searching, but no, he's not letting u find him, not before making sure u can't leave this place, the moment u reach the door, he is on u, his hands are around ur neck, his breathe is on ur neck and his voice is on ur ear

Neighbour!heeseung who would let his words sink deep into ur mind, "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream my name and pass out, until you forget about everyone but me", "took me too much to get here", "but m here now"

Neighbour!Heeseung who'd bite your neck hard enough to draw blood, the pain is something so foreign to u, but that's not what ur afraid of, its him, it's his presence, and it's the fact that u don't have any idea of what he's capable of, who is even this person that's wrapping his hands around u?, u find urself freezing not knowing what to do, ur hands shaking as u feel his hands gropping ur body, squirming to pull urself away but no, he's not letting go, instead he squeezes harder, and now ur begging, asking him to stop, his laugh is echoing around the room, the laugh that makes his hold weaker and allows u to turn, facing him, the man you see on the street, the one who is so sweet to u, the one who is a good neighbour, he is here, but his whole aura is different, u can't help it but feel ur body shivers at the creepy smile that's all over his face now after seeing ur surprised face "Baby,m finally here sorry for making u wait"

Neighbour!Heeseung who doesn't waste his time as his hand is already in ur pants, making u gasp at his touch, his finger moving up and down, his other hand grabbing the small knife in his pocket, making his way to the back of ur head, his hands gripping ur hair, his eyes piercing into yours, and his smile is wide, his teeth are showing, as he press the sharp metal on ur throat threatening u to stay still or else he'd cut u, so u did, giving in to whatever his doing to u, the moment u close ur eyes, his smile grows even bigger, his hand moves faster, the knife is getting closer, the pleasure is taking over u, it feels so good, ur moans are escaping, his eyes are locked into your every movement, studying u before his teeth sink into ur skin, the pleasure is overwhelming, u've never been in a similar situation and u can't help it but admit that it's turning u on, it feels too good, so good that u find urself cumming in his hands, your moans are louder, and ur legs are giving up on u, your body falling down but he's there to catch u, holding onto u tight, his eyes never leaving yours as his hands find their way back to ur pants, his fingers tracing the wetness, the touch so electrifying, making ur eyes roll back, ur body twitching in his hold, eyes dripping with tears as u beg him to stop and he only smile at that, his heart beating so fast at ur beautiful sight covered in tears

Neighbour!Heeseung who makes sure u know it's him and him only, that his the only one who can make u feel like this, the only one who can have you, the only one who can touch and taste and see every inch of u, he'll make sure of that, by carving his name into ur skin, the moment his done with the last letter, he's biting ur lips, making sure u'll know how much he loves and needs u, the blood is dripping from the cuts in ur lips, the pain is so sweet, and the pleasure is even sweeter, and then his kissing u, his tongue is tracing the cut, his sucking on it and his enjoying this moment, the moment he can taste u, and have u, and own u, the moment he can feel every inch of u, the moment he can have u in his hands, the moment his eyes are on u, and his touch is on u, his everything is on u and ur his "You're mine and mine only"

Neighbour!Heeseung who would make sure u won't be able to escape, that ur his, and his only, the only one who'd need, the one that will obey his every wish, he'll make sure of that, he'd make sure that ur body can't live without him, that ur addicted to him, so that his name is the only thing in ur mind, he'd make sure of that, the moment he enters ur hole, the feeling of beeing full is overwhelming, his thrusts are fast, and rough, the way his hitting ur spot over and over again, the way he's filling you up, the way his hands are all over you, the way he's gripping your body so tight, the way he's marking you, the way his nails are digging into ur skin, the way his teeth are piercing ur skin, everything was so overwhelming to u, u were sure u r losing it, ur mind so foggy and the only thing that could leave ur mouth were moans, the only word that could come out of ur mouth was his name.

Neightbour!Heeseung who kept fucking u and filling u up the whole night, not caring if u passed out or not, not caring if he was hurting you, the only thing he cared about was his needs and desires, to make sure u'll stay and what's better than for him to make sure u'd carry his kid, the only thing he wanted was you and nothing else.

Neighbour!Heeseung who'd take care of the wounds and bruises that he caused on ur body the next day, his sweetness taking u by surprise making u doubt that he was the one who caused that in the first place, his smile was so sweet, so pure, the same smile that could make his eyes disappear, and the same smile that could melt his heart.

Neighbour!heeseung is who ur stuck with,forever

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idk wtf this is but yeah whatever

[holopossums]

Putting the Bear back in Barry 💗😏

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Homecoming Daydream Part 3

Summary: “And you’re mine“, she sighed happily. All mine.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader.

Genre: Romance, fluff and smut.

WC: 4.473

Author's note: This is a multiple-chapter Toto x Reader fanfic. Noted that English is not my mother tongue so there will be mistakes.

Hi guys, it’s been a whirlwind journey for me to create something such a beautiful piece of work and to actually publish it on here. Thanks for all the love and support. I love you all! And here it is the very last part of the story. I love every bit of it.

Thanks @peachapat119 for being such an amazing beta reader 🫶🏻

Part 1

Part 2

Y/n leaned forward getting a closer look at the mirror inside the bathroom as she carefully re-applied her plush, red lip. She smacked her lips together to get the right shade of red in how it should be. Slowly, she let out a sigh and took a deep breath. This was not the first time today that she needed to remind herself she is, no was getting married. The reality still hadn’t fully sunk in. Finally, they were married. She was married. Married to him. To the man, she held close to her heart and mind.

As if sensing she was thinking about him, she heard her husband’s steps in the bedroom. Of course, since she thought about him all the time, the timing wasn’t a hard feat to manage. She looked up in the mirror and was met with a smile that threatened to melt her bones into goo. Good thing he stepped up behind her to hold her upright, his warm hands encircling her waist in a loving embrace.

“Hi there, Schzat,” He softly murmured in his low voice, almost as a whisper, ones that she can not be mistaken.

“Hi,” she whispered happily, hands on top of his around her waist.

“I missed you downstairs. Is there anything wrong?”

“I’m fine, just needed to freshen up a bit.”

Toto hummed contentedly, softly swaying them to the music that drifted through the open windows. She leaned back into him, enjoying how safe and protected she felt in his arms. He placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, before tracing the shell of her ear with his nose.

„Have I told you how incredibly beautiful you look today?“

Her smile turned into a grin.

„Only about a dozen times.“

He shook his head and tsk-ed her quietly.

“A dozen? That’s not nearly enough. Let me remedy that right now.“

He turned her around in his arms until they were face to face and she was almost blinded by the happy expression on his face. He looked almost boyish with joy.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

An angelic voice inside of her head suddenly sing along to the song that made her laugh aloud.

“You look utterly, undeniably, devastatingly gorgeous tonight, Mrs. Wolff.”

Y/n giggled.

“You really love calling me that, don’t you?“

“I really, really do.“

Toto slid his arms over her waist and back, until he reached her neck, gently cradling her head while he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t their first kiss tonight, and it wouldn’t be their last by a long shot, but that didn’t make it any less remarkable.

Their kisses were filled with passion and desire, each one igniting a fire within them that had been burning since they first laid eyes on each other. Toto's hands traveled down her back, pulling her closer to him as their lips moved together in a dance of love and lust.

He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own. Their bodies pressed against each other, fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their match.

As the kiss deepened, their breath mingled together, creating a sweet and intoxicating mixture that filled the air around them. Toto couldn't get enough of her, couldn't resist the pull she had on him. He wanted to drown in her, to lose himself in the passion that consumed them both.

And as they finally pulled away, both breathless and flushed with desire, Toto knew that this was just the beginning of a love that would last a lifetime. Their connection was undeniable, their chemistry electric. And as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he had found his soulmate in her.

Toto’s body vibrated with a moan of his own, as he matched her intensity. The sound of it made her insides flutter and liquid heat pool at the apex of her thighs. Especially since she could feel the effects of their kiss against her stomach, plump and quickly hardening.

Y/n pulled back, trying to catch her breath. Toto didn’t care, he continued the onslaught of kisses on her body, trailing down the sides of her throat, following the neckline of her dress.

“Look so perfect, so beautiful, mein Engel“, he murmured, his hot breath against her skin. “Can’t believe you’re mine.“

Y/n gasped and giggled.

“And you’re mine“, she sighed happily. All mine.

Y/n looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love and devotion reflected back at her. She knew that they were meant to be together, that their love was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.

In that moment, they were lost in each other, consumed by the intensity of their love. Nothing else mattered, not the past or the future, only the present moment filled with love and passion. Y/n knew that she was truly home, in the arms of the man she loved more than anything in the world.

She smiled mischievously when pulled back from the kiss and licked her lips, feeling a surge of desire buzzing through her veins. Closing the distance between them, she ran her hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her touch. Toto's breath hitched as her fingers trailed down his abdomen, causing her to smirk in satisfaction. When she looked up at him, she saw a mix of desire and amusement in his eyes.

“What are you up to, Schatz?” He asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

She grinned, teasingly tugging on his tie before trailing her fingers along the waistband of his trousers.

"Just appreciating what's mine," she replied coyly.

Toto chuckled, his gaze darkening as she continued to tease him.

"Is that so? And why did you push me away earlier?"

She shrugged playfully, running her nails lightly across his waistband.

"I just remembered something I wanted to try."

"What's that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

She hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck before sinking to her knees in front of him. The surprise in his expression brought a thrill to her as she slowly unbuckled his belt, revealing his erection straining against his briefs.

"I couldn't stop thinking about doing this last night," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

"Thinking about what, Liebe? Teasing me?" he growled, his desire evident in his voice.

Ignoring the submissive urge within her, she confidently pulled down his briefs and wrapped her hand around his cock, eliciting a groan from him.

“I swore to give you all of mine. So this belongs to me, right?” She asked in a sultry tone, looking at him through her eyelashes.

He gazed down at her, his breathing heavy, before finally closing his eyes and nodding.

“I’m yours, Schatz. Yours, forever, If you have me.”

"Good boy," she purred, stroking him slowly. "You'll only ever come for me, won't you?"

"Only for you," he replied, his voice strained with desire.

She smiled wickedly, enjoying the power she held over him.

"Remember that, my dear husband. You belong to me, completely and utterly."

She leaned forward, bracing herself on his muscular thighs and stuck out her tongue, letting some saliva trickle off onto the head of his cock. With her fingertips, she dragged the liquid downward, over the thick pulsing vein running down the middle, until she could draw little circles on the skin of his sack. When she heard another sharp exhale from above, she stopped tracing and gripped him again, and started pumping him in lazy strokes.

"Hmm, I’ve always loved how hard you get for me, dear husband."

He twitched in her hand and her smile turned into a sly grin.

"Fuck, Schatz. Whatever you're planning on doing, you better be ready for the consequences."

The threat sent a tingle down her spine. And when she looked up, she was met with that beautiful intensity, those brown eyes wanting. When she sped up her strokes just slightly, his gaze darkened and dropped from her face to her hand, more specifically her finger. The finger that now carried his diamond ring, sparkling in the low light. Her heart fluttered unevenly in her chest. Leave it to her husband to be turned on by the physical proof of their commitment.

"All I plan on doing is pleasing my husband. How am I doing so far?"

As she continued to stroke him, she could sense his control slipping away. The way his breath caught in his throat, the way his fingers dug into the sheets beneath him. She knew exactly how to push his buttons and she reveled in the power she held over him in this moment. The ring on her finger served as a reminder of their love and devotion, but in this moment, it was just a symbol of their shared desire and passion. And as she watched him come undone beneath her touch, she knew that they were connected on a deeper level than just the physical. Their love was a force to be reckoned with, and she was determined to show him just how much she adored him in every way possible.

She watched, mesmerized as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. His jaw clenched, as she kept up her movements.

“I love it when you touch me, Schatz. But you know what I need to be truly satisfied.“

Yes, she knew. By now she was very familiar with Toto’s single-minded need to drown her in pleasure, pulling endless orgasms out of her body until she was a helpless, boneless mess.

Y/n could feel her arousal soaked through her panties. She was dying as much as Toto, she wanted to touch her self but as if he could read her mind

“Don’t you dare to do so, Liebe. Even on our wedding day, you know full-well that that’s not the place for you to touch.”

The tinge of anger in his voice only spurned her on further. She took him back into her mouth, pushing forward until he hit the back of her throat, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking gently as she pulled back. When he groaned loudly as she took him deeper, she could feel the sound vibrating through her entire body.

Toto was getting close, too. She could tell by the tension in his strained muscles, his irregular breathing and uneven pace. He leaned back to hold on to the counter behind him, and something crinkled and dropped to the ground. But neither of them was able to care.

Y/n flicked her tongue against the head of his cock and sucked again, harder this time, tightening her lips around him. She rubbed her other hand over his thigh, moving higher to cradle his balls in her palm, rolling them just slightly.

Toto’s hips jerked as he pushed back into her mouth and he let out another guttural groan. The sound drove her mad with lust as she pushed herself to the edge, the gentle climax relaxing not just her core, but also her throat, as she took him deeper and moaned.

He cursed through clenched teeth and as soon as Y/n felt his hands in her hair, she also felt him spill in her mouth, hot and perfect. She dutifully swallowed every last drop and kept licking up and down his shaft as Toto panted heavily. He finally stopped moving and cradled her head in his hands, his cock still hard and throbbing on her tongue. Then he looked down, back at her and drew in a sharp breath.

“Holy shit“, he murmured when he got back to his senses.

In one swift move, he grabbed her by the elbows and pulled her up against him, kissing her with the hunger of a man who always wanted more. She melted into him, returning the kiss and pressing herself against his still-hard erection, hoping for the second round she suddenly very much craved.

They went back downstairs after Y/n managed to fix herself up somewhat. Though Toto immensely enjoyed the sight of his wife’s thoroughly fucked up hair and make-up, he didn’t need to share it with the rest of the wedding party. She slipped into different clothes, a lighter sundress. Even without the wedding gown, she looked so gorgeous, he couldn’t keep his hands off her, only relenting when she slapped them away on the way down the stairs with a giggle.

Finally, though, they were free from all the wild guests as Toto and Y/n left for their honeymoon.

As soon as they step through the door of their hotel’s room, she attacks him while Toto hasn’t even had the chance to set their hotel’s key card and their luggage down.

“Easy there, Schatz.”

“Don’t blame me, husband.”

After a moment, she begins to suck and nibble at his throat. Toto has to fight back the growl that wants to leave his mouth. God, he’s half hard just from her mouth on his skin, and he’d say, also from having her in his arms, so who is he kidding?

Her hand goes in between their bodies, fingers wrapping around his length as she stands on her tiptoes and captures his mouth in a soft kiss. He groans out shamelessly before he deepens the kiss and slides his tongue into her mouth, tongue stroking along the roof of her mouth. She meets him halfway and closes in harder, hand still jerking him off. Her thumb draws circles on his slit, spreading the pre-cum around the pulsing head.

Y/N’s other hand travels from the back of his neck down to rest on his chest, breaking the kiss by pushing him away. Their foreheads are still fused as they come up for air.

“Toto?”

“Yeah?”

“Take me to bed,”

He smiles before he kisses her again as both his hands thread through her hair, pulling them together. She’s quick to wrap her legs around his middle and Toto does his best to walk to their bedroom without slipping and falling.

It looks like he can reach his destination without incident. He makes sure to reach out and stores in the suitcases, although it’s damn distracting with a girl sucking on his neck.

Toto manages to lay her on the nicely made bed and pushes himself up to study her features. She whines at the loss of warmth. The sound that she lets out makes him chuckle because it’s so fucking adorable. It manages to tear at his heartstrings.

He pushes her further up and lays her head onto the pillow that’s fluffy enough to almost make her disappear. His heart takes another happy leap of the night when he hears her laughing with her head almost buried by the fluffiness of the cushion.

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Toto chuckles amused, his hands battling with the pillow right beside her head, making her reappear, “Oh, there you are,”

There’s still giggling when she reaches out and swats at his chest one-handed. Toto quickly takes hold of it, brings her hand to his lips and places a kiss on her knuckles before he lets go.

Hovering above her, with her hands around his biceps, he takes another moment to look at her. Takes that moment to memorize her face. He doesn’t know why, but he has a feeling that he won’t be able to enjoy her much longer, even though he hopes that his gut feeling isn’t going to be right the sinking feeling is there, and he doesn’t know the origin of it, nor can he explain it.

Her hand strokes up and down his arm, until they wind themselves around his neck, fingers stretching lightly at the short hair on the base of it as she pulls him down, and kisses him sweet and tender. Toto’s train of thought about the bad feeling has been cut short and he gives in to the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth before he sucks in her bottom lip, which elicits the sweetest of moans from her. It’s a sound he came to cherish. A sound he wouldn’t mind hearing every day.

He smirks as he kisses lower, down the column of her throat, her hands in his hair as he trails wet kisses down to the swell of her breasts. Her husband sucks in a nipple while he twirls her the other in between two of his fingers. She keens below him, nails digging into his scalp. He alternates between them, thinks he could spend hours between her tits, and wouldn’t even think it was a waste of time because truth be told, they are fucking magnificent.

Like a man on a mission, or rather possessed, Toto works his way further down when she starts to get impatient, chuckles as he licks a trail down her stomach, leaving warm kisses on the marks he sees, making sure that she knows he’s not appalled by them. It’s a part of her and he takes everything he gets.

Y/N spreads her legs willingly. He grins at her enthusiasm, fitting himself in between them before he runs a hand up and down her one thigh while he places quick kisses on the other one. He alternates between them, always stopping short before he reaches the apex of her thighs.

There’s a short intake of breath before she lets out a whine. “Toto!”

He looks up at her, raising one eyebrow with an easy smirk, “What?” He’s being a little shit, and one day, she’ll club him over the head with one of the big books she keeps by her nightstand at home and he wouldn’t even be able to be mad about it because he brought it upon himself.

“You’re teasing,” She manages to push past her lips. It comes out a little strained as she writhes below him.

He takes his time, brushing his beard along the inner of her thighs like he has a death wish. Her glare takes him by surprise, doesn’t mean he’s stopping, though.

“I do?” He asks, feigning innocence.

“God, you’re— fuck!”

He chuckles as he sucks in her clit, has successfully cut her off and made her shut up by doing just that. He lets it out with a lewd pop as one of his thumbs rubs along her slit to her entrance, “Better?”

Looking up at her, he sees her rolling her eyes in annoyance before her hand goes to the top of his head and guides him back down. He can’t hide the satisfied grin as his tongue swipes around her clit.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He growls low, she’s getting so wet, and her slick is painting his face. It’s the fucking best thing.

The fingers of one of his hands toy with her entrance while he makes out with her pussy, his other hand kneading the flesh of her thighs. He slips in a finger, feels her opening up to him and wraps it tight. He lets out another growl that doesn’t sound human.

Y/N wriggles her hips and he slips in another finger, curving them. Her breathing is ragged, both her hands now on his head, fingers threading through his wet mess of hair as she grinds down and he curves his fingers just as he knows will drive her fucking crazy.

“Toto, oh god,”

Jesus, he loves how his name sounds when she says it like that. It’s coming out broken and on edge.

“Come, Liebe,” He manages to breathe out, mouth hovering over her sensitive nub, “Be a good girl, come for me,”

“Fuckfuck,” She arches her back, pulling his head further into her hot cunt. He looks up and catches a glimpse of her tits pressed together by her arms, her nipples stiffening as she throws her head back. Her thighs quiver around him, her pussy clenching down on his two fingers, keeping them captive.

His tongue licks her softly as he helps her ride out her orgasm and places gentle kisses on the hood of her clit. He smiles when he looks up and sees her blinking her eyes open only to beam back at him.

“God, you are fucking amazing,” He whispers lowly before kissing his way up her body, taking a little more time to worry at her nipples, because how can he not. In the background, she chuckles softly.

“I think you got it backwards,” She says playfully, and when he works his way up her throat, she wraps her arms around him tight to bring him down for a searing kiss. It’s all soft and tender, not like the heated kisses he’s used to, and maybe it’s because they are not in a rush. They’ve got all the time in the world because she’s now his wife. And yet, still, he thinks this is just too good to be true.

His throbbing cock brushes against her still-slick cunt, making her hum against his lips.

“Toto, fuck me, please,” She whines, her fingers stroking at his hair, and along the shell of his ear and how can he say no to that?

He pauses and sends her his signature grin, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, please?”

Y/N emphasizes her words with a hip thrust forward, bumping her crotch against his hard-on. He’s so gone, growling again at the feel. What he absolutely loves is how she asks for it, since she knows that he likes to hear her beg and hear her use her words.

Her husband leans down and kisses her nose, “No.”

“No?” She asks with a hint of disappointment in her voice. Her eyebrows rise to her hairline.

“No,” He confirms, pressing a kiss between her eyebrows where a frown is showing. “I’m not fucking you.”

There’s that pout that tears at his heart. Fucking adorable. He can’t help but kiss it.

“Why?”

He grins again, wider this time, “I’m not fucking you, Schatz. I’m going to make love to you.”

At that, her mouth forms an O before her lips stretch across her face. Toto leans down to kiss the wide grin before he heaves himself up onto his haunches.

She’s lying here in front of him. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.

His hands spread her thighs some more and he moves closer on his knees. One of his hands takes his cock and threads the head through her slit, up and down, agonizingly slow. It’s like he wants to memorize the sight and the feel of his wife.

Toto might have gotten lost in the feel of it because she’s reaching down with one hand, scratching at his knee with her nails, “Toto!”

“Huh?” He jerks up momentarily and huffs out a chuckle when he realizes that he’s been stalling and therefore, teasing. “Yeah, okay. Okay, fuck, Y/N. Look at you,” He rests the tip at her entrance, pushing in just a little. His eyes fly to hers and back to her cunt that stretches around the head of his cock, ready to take him in further. He’s having difficulty deciding where to fucking look. Toto decides to keep his eyes on where their body connects, pushing in a little more and watching her pussy stretching around him, watching how it greedily hugs him and pulls him in. Fuck. “So good,” His voice is strained, and he has to swallow hard, “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Schatz,”

She clenches at the praise and he has to stop his movement for a hot minute. Everything is overwhelming, his senses are on overload and he fears that if she does that a few more times, he’ll be coming before he’s even fully inside, which would be really fucking embarrassing.

Her hand is on his knee again, tickling him there, “You okay?”

Chuckling, he lets himself down to hover above her, bracing himself on his forearms, bracketing her head in between. Her arms are around his waist and on his ass, trying to get him to move forward but he’s not budging.

He kisses her, sucks and nibbles at her bottom lip, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just have to take a moment, don’t fucking move,”

Y/N giggles and he bites her lips before he shuts her up by molding his lips to hers. He kisses her hot and hungry, not leaving her time to think about anything else until he’s ready.

Toto’s still kissing her when he finally moves, making her sigh into his mouth, drinking the sounds and hums of contentment, swallowing it as his dick carves a way into her hot heat.

He drops his head, kisses and nibbles his way to her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth as he whispers sweet things into her ear, “Always taking my cock so well, Y/N. So amazing, Schatz,”

This time, when the clench comes, he’s prepared. Toto inhales sharply, holding his breath for a little before he’s able to move again.

His movement is slow. He goes deep, her fingernails digging into his back every time he hits a particularly good spot. Once he figures it out, he keeps hitting that spot over and over. The scratch on his back hurts but it’s the good kind of hurt. He’s sure she’ll leave a mark and is secretly hoping for it.

“Toto,” His name falls like a prayer when she comes again unexpectedly.

From the way she squeezes around him, it’s less hard but more intense. He has to fight to stay inside, her cunt threatening to push him out.

“Fuck, Schatz,” He growls as he molds his mouth back on hers.

There’s this hazy feeling in his gut again when she kisses her, a fear that creeps up his spine that something so perfect can not last. And it’s like he’s begging her from the way he kisses her. Toto tries to tell her without using words and tries to tell her to stay with him. With every thrust of his hips, with every swipe of his tongue, he begs for her to fucking stay.

He comes shortly after, spilling what he thinks is his fucking soul inside of her. He doesn’t move though, keeping himself on his forearms as he tucks her hair behind her ear and rubs his nose against hers. He kisses her gently, kisses her nose, her forehead.

Y/N whines when he rolls off and gets out of bed, but he only does it so he can pull at the sheets and tuck them both inside.

They settle in the bed, her head on his chest as he strokes his fingers along her spine. Her breathing starts to even out, falling into a slumber. She’s his wife.

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fic rec friday 13

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

I Need A Hero by @theroyalsavage

The "Nico is a superhero, Will is a med student" AU nobody asked for or wanted.

OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU OBSESSED WITH THIS AU. I AM LOSING MY MIND AND HAVE READ IT SO MANY DOZENS OF TIMES. genuinely one of my top faces like its so fucking GOOD!!! the romcom romance of it all!! makes me lose it!!! the angst of loving someone who is constantly putting himself on the front lines!! the fear of not knowing if he's coming home!! being his healer, holding his life in your hands because he doesn't trust it with anyone else!!!! what if i rioted!!! what if i chewed clean through my ceiling!!!!! what if i swallowed my phone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if i clawed my way out of the pit of despair!!!! i am!! gonna!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!

2. As If His Hands Were Enough (to Hold an Avalanche Off) by @theroyalsavage

Nico di Angelo has been through enough to know life doesn't always work out the way you plan. But fate is a funny thing, and, in Nico's junior year of college, it hands him salvation in the form of freckled cheeks and a smile like the sun.

OH dude this author is actually everything to me. prepare for an onslaught of their stuff bc i am OBSESSED, but this one especially....oh it's special man. this had me LOSING MY MIND. seph’s acceptance made its way into my devotion scrapbook. never be ashamed of loving anybody….what a fucking thesis. i also ADORED how a) story didn’t end with them getting together, went thru them learning each other too and b) nico didn’t get fixed by dating will. he got fixed by loving himself, something he learned to do by loving will. crying.

3. Of Gods and Men by @theroyalsavage

There is something profoundly strange about the forest behind Will Solace’s new house. The trees, it seems, breathe magic. The truth is this: there are things that the forest hides that humans cannot understand. Nico di Angelo is one of them.

I LOVE PARTICULAR AUS!!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU ROYAL SAVAGE!!!!! dude god nico and mortal will is always gonna knock me flat bc its so canon, you know? will is going to be a consort of a god one day. and to read it in fic has me HOWLING but this one in particular....OH the ending is gonna knock yall flat fr!!! if you like percy refusing immortality for annabeth youre gonna LOVE this!!

4. Kitchen Nightmares by @theroyalsavage

Nico is the owner and head chef of an upscale restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, New York City. There's nothing easy about running a business, especially when you have to juggle an overprotective father, a college-age sister, and a staff about as under control as a stampede. The last thing Nico needs is a rival in the form of the ugliest food truck on the face of the planet. And yet, that's exactly what he gets. Of food fights, fledgling friendships, and Nico di Angelo's stupid little soft spot for Will Solace.

i know ive literally said it like five times now but NO ONE does an au like theroyalsavage idc. dude romeo & juliet but food truck and fancy restaurant?? hello!!!! omg!! i literally sat my ass down and devoured this i could not stop myself. and then i hit the end and started it right back up again. the love without having the space to establish anything….inherent homoeroticism of rivalry…..my heart!!

5. don't wanna be lonely, just wanna be yours by @theroyalsavage

Will Solace, café manager extraordinaire, just wants to coast through their monthly open mic night in peace. He definitely is not banking on meeting a handsome stranger with the voice of the gods and the death glare of a high-ranking member of the KGB. And yet, that's exactly what he gets.

telling someone you’re not even dating you’re in love with them after like five months is insane behaviour will solace i get you 😭😭 he is so real in every scenario all the time like he is genuinely perfect for nico who is equally as insane and deserves someone who is fully obsessed with him. god.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

[kpopscruggles]

romantic giggly sex with Anton😔😔😔✊✊

“Stop giggling~” this only made Anton giggle again before giving you a kiss. He could not help it and it was noticeable. The realization stuck him when he realized that things were just relaxed, delicate, everything besides the average sex between you two. He found you so cute in this exact moment he couldn’t help but giggle to have an excuse for the flush growing on his face. It was sex but at the same case it wasn’t. 

Taking a shaken deep breath he slowly pushed himself into you, a groan leaving him feeling your take him all. He couldn't get enough; he was not going to either. Anton Just had the cutest smile on his face seeing you feel good.  

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I just had to write that lil bit to rly get this off my chest!!!! 

He will just find you so cute but sexy at the same time in these situations that is physically kills him and he can’t think of anything else but you. It’s like he loses his mind once he starts giggling because he’s like “Shes cute, sexy, Shes mine, I get to fuck her, feel her wrapped around me, see her face when she cums” type vibe.  

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sending a vaguely passive aggressive card?

i (25M) bought a card that says "i will always value our friendship" and inside i handwrote "you dont get to take this decision back, it is unfair to me too. i wish you the best." and gave it to my ex (27F) the day after she cut me off.

we met 2 years ago when we started working at the same job. we instantly hit it off and became close friends, and pretty soon after mutually crushing on each other.

however i had JUST left a super toxic relationship literally the month before and was in no way ready for a new relationship, and i made this clear to her. despite this she still asked to start dating almost every month for the better half of a year. i finally gave in and said yes, but she has to be super ptient as i still dont really feel ready for a relationship and am not over my ex, and havent even gone back to therapy yet to process the trauma of said previous relationship. she said she doesnt mind and even wants to help me process it herself. (key note: she is in college to become a trauma-specialized therapist.) i initially refused but upon her repetitive insistance gave in and let her give me "therapy talks" and whatnot. i dont exactly think i needed traditional talk therapy bc it hasnt benefitted me in the past and instead mostly benefit from EMDR and hypnosis. thats neither here nor there i guess lol.

fast forward a couple months and her car breaks down. she doesnt have any local friends or family so i ended up being her main ride to and from our job even though it was super inconvenient for me. we live in opposite directions on our job, each of us ~30 min drive away from work. so i would have to drive 45 min to her apartment to pick her up, then drive 30 min to work. after work i drive the 30 min back to her apartment, then the 45 min home. for unrelated reasons i end up leaving our mutual job and get a different job, closer to her apartment. ...but i am still her only ride. so now i am driving 45 min to her place, 30 min to HER job, 30 min BACK to her town where i work. now i drive 30 min to pick her up from work, 30 min to drop her off, and 45 min home. (that over three and a half hours of driving a day. she does not contribute to gas money.)

i am admittedly probably the asshole for this but i grow a little resentful of her lack of contribution and her expectation of me to be her ride despite the fact that she does not save money to fix her car or get a new one (she has a shopping addiction and spends a lot of money on knick knacks at antique/thrift stores). so we hardly spend time as a couple since i am always exhausted from work and driving her around. i tell her i dont Want to driver her everywhere and its putting a lot of tension and strain on the relationship bc of it and she is kind of like "well what am i supposed to do, lose my job and get evicted?" and so out of guilt i continue to be her ride.

she decided that me not spending enough time with her outside of driving is unfair and she wants to end the relationship. i agree this is for the best but because we used to be such good friends before, i want to try to be friends still. she agrees. i lay down a hard boundary now though: i will no longer be her ride. she does in fact lose her job and gets evicted from her apartment. by this point she has become friends with one of our old coworkers and ends up moving in to their house with their family, i end up helping her move.

we try to be friends, but she never texts first or asks to hang out or invites me anywhere, and on the rare occassion she agrees to my hangouts, shes extremely snappy and passive aggressive with me and is quick to remind me of what an "absent" boyfriend i was. i get fed up with this after a couple months and tell her i cant be friends with her is shes going to be so mean to me all the time, even if i WAS a bad boyfriend the relationship is over now and it isnt fair to keep holding it over my head. she agrees to try and be nicer to me. we slowly start becoming really good friends again and eventually start regularly hanging out again for a couple months.

my dad fucking dies. i take a month off work and have weekly grief counselling appointments. i kind of ghost everybody i know, not just including my ex/friend, but also my best friend, my cousin, and even my step sister. after a couple months back to work (sleep, go to work, come home, sleep. i didnt do Anything. i barely ate.) i finally start to get out of my depressive funk. i start reaching out to people again. most are super understanding and some are kinda weird about it. when i reach out to my ex and say i finally am starting to feel like a person again and we should hang out, she tells me that i broke her heart again by ignoring her and that i dont get a third chance, and shes cutting me off. she requests i drop off anything i still have of hers (she had some clothes and other stuff at my house) and so i decide to, kind of half genuinely and kind of half sarcastically, buy a "friendship" card.

...so, am i the asshole for buying a card that says "i will always value our friendship" and writing "you dont get to take this decision back, it is unfair to me too. i wish you the best." on the inside, and giving it to my ex the day after she cut me off?

[beanghostprincess]

the monster trio are various flavors of audhd (all strawhats are neurodivergent, but they the most)

luffy is high empathy, stimming, bluntness and audioprocessing disorder

zoro is hyperfocus, sleepy, good at maths and flat affect

sanji is infodumping, special interest (cooking), rigid rules (don't hurt women, don't use hands, etc) and difficulty with regulating emotions

Agree completely 🫶🏻 There is not a single neurotypical person in this crew !! That's why they love each other so much, they just get each other. In general, I think that the whole "misfits finding a found family" trope is incredibly neurodivergent coded but I think that specifically with the strawhats there is like, a fundamental obvious understanding that none of them are neurotypical. Like there is no way. I know it's meant to be very general for people who don't fit in to relate, but keeping in mind that most of the time the reason people don't fit in is because of living in a normative, neurotypical society... Idk. I just feel like the strawhats were all meant to be for neurodivergent people.

This being said !!!

AAAAAAAAAA I love the monster trio being neurodivergent. Mainly because I know it'd bother sooo many dudebros. And also because it makes so much sense and it's very very very real to me.

Luffy can't stop moving or doing stuff because it is painfully boring to be doing nothing, so he's always finding new things to do because short attention span and hyperactivity in a crew where everybody has their own stuff to do?? Not a good combo. So he's always seeing what he can do to not get bored. I think he's always touching Zoro's earrings absentmindedly like-- It's not even on purpose. He just does it. Also, being made of rubber has to be the best thing for stimming with your own body ngl. He's sooo direct and honest and blunt because he genuinely doesn't get why people don't think the same as him, but he doesn't have to get it to be emotionally attached and help you out because he makes other people's emotions his. Also add info-dumping right there because I know this guy is the biggest nerd about beetles and will talk to anybody who asks about them. They might be talking about something that has nothing in common with them and he brings them up anyway. Also! I adore the APD headcanon??? You're so right and it fits him SO well.

Zoro is my absolute beloved here because he has so much depth and feels and knows so much but people always characterize him as stoic and emotionless and like,, He just has a hard time showing it visually but he feels stuff deeply. He's always training and it almost feels like the world around him vanishes and he's always sooo eepy. Eepy boy. I get it. I think he almost finds it frustrating tbh like- We never talk about that but I think it's a bit bothersome for him sometimes? Also he's my favorite math genius and he might be shitty at directions but damn he's good at this. Also he likes things to be perfectly placed and everything to be in patterns of 3, thank you.

Sanji is the realest for me-- Don't ask him about the All Blue (please do) because he will start talking like crazy for hours and hours and hours with the brightest of smiles. If somebody wants to know about his cooking like, actually know what he's doing, he won't shut up. Somebody mentions any animal or vegetable or fruit and the guy is already telling you all the ways it can be cooked. He has a lil voice in his head telling him constantly what he should and shouldn't do btw and I also hc that he has to have everything in the right place or else he loses his mind completely. And that's tied to not being able to regulate emotions properly-- So he's constantly extremely anxious or feeling waves of sadness or just, extreme emotions in general.

[allfattenedup]

Hello and what great progress, exceptional!!!

I see myself in you even if I'm just starting out... cause I was also a thin athlete, even too thin at certain times, I can ask you what pushed you to start and after the first phases what did you did it push you to move forward and never go back?

Thankyou!

Thank you so much!

I've told this story a few times but not for a while. So I have always had this kink. But I was also pretty vain, lol. I don't mind admitting that. I wanted to look hot, it was important to me. So, I won't say I buried the kink - I definitely jerked off to pretty much only fat guys and girls, and even fantasized heaps about myself getting fat, but I was just really strict in my mind that it was a fantasy only and that I'd never actually do it to myself.

Eventually, it became overwhelming. In hindsight I realise it was a self sustaining cycle — I was working out more and taking better care of my looks to try to drown out the desire, but the more I did that, the more delicious the thought of ruining it all became in my mind. The pull became way too strong. It was all I was thinking about all the time.

So, I did eventually make a deal with myself that I would gain 20lbs, just to get it out of my system, and then lose it before anyone really noticed.

That was the best/worst/best/worst decision I ever made.

Because oh my god, if I thought fantasizing about myself with a belly was hard to resist, actually having one? Actually watching and feeling one grow and wobble and push over my waistband? A potent lifelong sexual fantasy coming to life like that? Fuck me, I didn't stand a chance.

It got out of control real fucking fast. I swelled like crazy. Got the heavy hanging stomach of my dreams and nightmares. Got a pair of moobs, got a double chin and a fat face. I quickly realised I also had an embarrassment kink and with that, the guardrails just came off. The safety net burned up. The thought of having to face people in this body was as delicious as it was horrifying so there was no way I could stop myself from making it worse and worse and worse. I've done a few different drugs in my life and I have NEVER been as out of my mind as I was during that period of time. Absolutely off my face on lust.

Although it's not quite true that I never went back. I exploded with fat so fast that it seriously freaked me out. And even though I was literally getting off on the panic of how obese I was, eventually it became too much and I did actually lose a lot of weight. Not down to my original weight but enough that people were congratulating me everywhere I went for how "good I was looking". It felt nice, honestly. I missed the erotic tornado of weight gain, but it was kind of nice to feel normal again, to feel a little bit confident in my looks again, and I promised I'd leave this whole surreal experience behind me. But then eventually... it was all I was thinking about all the time. It became overwhelming. The pull became too strong.

I should have known what would happen. I came back to tumblr. Explained myself, showed my weight loss. People were really kind and supportive. I admitted that I just wanted to be part of the community again but I'm not gonna be gaining any weight back. And then that became 'I'm only gonna gain a tiny bit of weight back'. And then for probably about a year I was "not gaining" while slowly getting fatter and fatter. I started a Patreon and the thought of being fattened for a living started to ping that overwhelming desire again. My body started to take on a different shape than it did in my first gain. So all of a sudden that made everything new and hot again. I was in denial for wayyyy longer than was reasonable. I somehow managed convinced myself I wasn't really gaining on purpose, meanwhile I was ordering a second pint of Ben & Jerry's while still shoving down the first. I'm sure half of you guys knew I was intentionally gaining again before I did. And that's where we are now. I gained slower this time. My body is handling it better. Seems to me the only way from here is up 😈📈🥵

[garfunklefield]

male!reader x gojo? meet n fuck at a club?

Habits

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Male!dom!reader/sub!Satoru Gojo Warnings: hook up, blowjob, make out, drug use [smoking weed], drinking, slight angst, gojo kinda hates himself ngl, rebound, dub-con [ both parties are inebriated], over the clothes grinding Word count: 1541 DESC: I make it fast and greasy, I’m numb, way too easy ; Trying to get over his break up Gojo meets you and has some fun

Hi anon! I kind of did my own angsty spin on this bc when I think of club hookups I think of heavy partying and trying to forget your mistakes

I think Gojo definitely needs to forget some stuff after his breakup with Suguru 😛

After the first puff, you start to feel numb. 

The second makes it all too easy to forget. That’s what he wanted; To forget. Satoru didn’t want to remember that day, even if it replayed in his mind for hours on end. He didn’t need to see the love of his life walk away. But time and time again it appeared. 

The third puff, you start to lose feeling in your body. That’s what he wanted; Numbness. In his mind. In his body. In his soul. Nothing could take his mind off of Suguru except for the drugs he continued to smoke, or drink, or eat. To taste anything other than his mouth on his tongue. 

After the seventh puff, you forget you’re even a person, floating on earth. The loud lights and the thumping music made it hard to concentrate, so Satoru didn’t notice the eyes you were making at him from across the club. He felt one foot and the other was heavy, almost made of concrete. He walked with a slouch, a limp even, trying to make his way to the bar. It was a bad idea to drink after smoking a whole joint, a joint he wasn’t used to ingesting. But he didn’t care. He wanted something to numb the stinging in his soul. Something like a hookup. He hadn’t had sex in weeks; Someone cuming in him would surely numb the pain, right?

“Hey,” he heard a voice purr behind him. Slowly, the man turned around and nodded in your direction. He couldn’t deny it, you were hot. The way you carried yourself and the way you stood, he knew you liked it rough. Maybe that’s what he needed, something rough and nasty. Something hard and quick. 

“Hey,” Satoru replied, raising his hand to wave. You slumped into the barstool next to him, ordering you both a round of drinks. From the way your voice croaked and slightly slurred, he could tell you were as out of it as he was. 

“What’s someone like you doing in this filthy place?” You asked, leaning back against the bar to look at the other man. 

Gojo sighed and looked down at his hands, pale and shaking, “Trying to forget some stuff. You know…” He motioned to the bar, “With some drinks.” To that, you laughed. Your laugh was nice, something he wanted to hear again and again. It was a strange feeling. Not love, not lust, but a sense of comfort. You seemed safe. 

“You and me both,” your smile widened. Then you introduced yourself, extending your hand to him. He took it slowly, almost feeling out of place in his movements. In his own body. 

“Satoru,” he replied, a lazy smile pulling at either corner of his mouth. Your hands molded together in a pleasant shake. 

Satoru wasn’t sure how long it took before your touches became more frequent. Maybe it was after the second drink, your arm wrapped around his shoulders, or your fingers brushing against his back. He was on fire, aching for you to relieve it. All he needed was someone to fuck him senseless and you looked like a pretty good candidate. Hot, single, and ready to leave with no strings attached. That’s all he needed; To be held and then thrown to the ground. You pulled him into the crowd at some point, maybe after the fourth drink?

It was all becoming so hazy he didn’t realize his hands were trailing around your waist. You stifled a laugh, breathing into his ear with a grin. You felt like heaven. Gojo bit his lip and pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling the smell of your cologne, “So…” He pulled back, two blue eyes meeting yours. He couldn’t finish his sentence without a laugh tumbling out, “You gonna kiss me?” One of his eyebrows raised as if it was a challenge. But really, it was an invitation- like he was practically begging you to plant your lips on his and dominate him. Fucking your tongue into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe, until all he could taste was you. 

You laughed, nodding lazily. Two hands that were on his waist trailed up the sides of his body to grab his face. You pulled him into a kiss, making the man moan within an instant. Satoru tilted his head and pressed himself against your body, molding against you. He could feel your boner raging in your pants, straining just for him. He couldn’t admit the fact he was leaking too much for him to handle. It was different, being erect while being completely and utterly gone. It was euphoric, the pleasure slowly washing over his body. It took only minutes before your hands were trailing down his body, grabbing, fondling, pulling. He was touching you too, running his hands through your hair and gripping it tightly as your tongue fucked his gaping mouth. He relished in the pleasure, the lights flashing against his skin and the music filling his senses. It was hot, it was sticky. It was everything and nothing. As if Satoru could feel you too much but you were so far away.

“M..more,” Gojo pulled back, lips swollen from your own. You didn’t have to be told twice, pushing him out of the crowd and letting him follow you. Lines blurred together as you both stumbled toward the men's bathroom. Pushing together, it was humid as you threw open the door and threw the man into one of the stalls. It was dirty and grimy but he was already at a low point, what did it matter? He wanted to taste you, to feel you, to make you numb his senses. 

Your lips found him again and sucked on his bottom lip, biting down just to get a reaction. Satoru moaned and threw his head back, rutting his hips against your front. You both were grinding against each other, for any kind of friction, any kind of sensation. He needed to forget and he needed to cum. On you, on anything, on someone that wasn’t … him. Satoru blinked a few times and pushed you back, your legs stumbling back to the toilet. You eyed him hazily as he knelt down to his knees, motioning for you to take off the belt. He needed to do this, he wanted to do this. Your cock sprung out of your jeans after you pulled them down, throbbing and aching for release. His tongue ran a line across his bottom lip, eyeing the tip of your cock. 

“Fuck my face,” he croaked, clearing his throat and looking back at you, “Fuck my face until I cry.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, did he? He never did. You listened, you wanted to do this and leave just as much as he did. Get your quick high then go back to drinking the night away, right? You snaked your hands in his hair as he positioned your dick in his mouth. You didn’t give him time to breathe and began to thrust, pulling him down to your base and then out. You did this sort of motion, forcing Satoru’s face into you as you thrust. It was overwhelming for him but he didn’t care, it was hot. It was so hot, and sticky, and humid. His hands grabbed onto your hips, digging nails into your skin to stabilize himself. You let out a moan and threw your head back, using him like a fleshlight. It made him undeniably hard. So hard, that he forgot why he was there in the first place. All he could think about was the pleasure he got from letting you use him. All he could think about was maybe getting your number to make this a regular thing. 

“F..fuck,” you groaned, looking back at him through rows of your eyelashes, “You’re hot.. yo..mm you’re so hot,” you bit your bottom lip, suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure. It was too much, Satoru was too much. His mouth fucked you so good, better than any toy, better than any girl. You needed this and he needed you. Your hand scrunched up his white locks and yanked him down as you snapped your hips, in perfect rhythm. It was only a few more seconds of bliss before you came into his mouth, causing him to gag. 

“Swallow it,” you pressed your lips together, keeping your cock in his mouth as you ground your hips through your high, “Fucking.. Swallow it.” 

Satoru looked up at you with a pleasured expression and nodded, taking a bit of time to swallow without choking. You hadn’t noticed, but he was touching himself over his pants. What a needy little thing. He whined as you pulled your penis from his mouth and got him to his feet, then slammed him against the stall door. Gojo gasped and you two were back to a sticky make-out session. Both of the men's skin was littered with sweat, rolling down his temples and down his forearms. But you didn’t care, he didn’t care either. 

You both were going to fuck each other until you were numb and forgetting about what it was you were running from. 

[simplydnp]

I just want you to know. That I smile each time I see you posts/Reblogs! Also, thoughts on the new AmazingPhil video? And the "Hard Launch v.s Soft Launch" discourse? but regardless they're defiantly edging. lol

thank you! it's a lot of fun to be able to just speak my mind about things here.

it's a great video! really good succesor to dilm (one of my favourite dnp videos ever). it was nothing too serious, and any of the actually decent outfits, phil stood up for which was sweet. dan's really good at playing off jokes, but it's nice to see him be defended a little. i will never forgive twitter for suggesting catboy dan was a bad look. have you seen him??? literally i couldn't look directly at the pictures for so long bc my face would get so red. perfection 🤌

i know i say it every video but i just like seeing them laugh together. be happy together. they made me a sentimental bitch so i'm always thinking about how grateful i am to have this. to get this. regularly! it's so special. i am absolutely losing it over the clothes sharing and insanity of a choker exchange. so many walls down lately. it makes me feel some type of way 🥺

i'm not a discourse girlie but my two cents is theres soft launch, hard launch, and a secret third thing just called launching. cause whatevers been happening lately has not been soft, but it aint hard either. soft-launching was mostly showing their cards while still in the closet, and a bit afterwards of lampshading their relationship. lately, they've just been launching. nothing Too definitive for those media outlets to grab onto, but there if you're paying attention. the hard launch... we'll know it when we see it.

by the magic of sharing too much of himself we know that dans not a fan of edging 💀 (don't ask me for a source, i know he said something somewhat recently and that's all ive got) but he does love to conclude. so. i'm certain we'll get there eventually.

[dudeitiskarev]

Maybe Someday | Ch. 5

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: reader and Spencer become close friends. Very close friends.

Tags/warnings: season 4 spoilers; drunk reader; mentions of food and making out with a stranger.

Word count: 3k

Author's note: I've been doing some adjustments and now there will be 10 chapters + epilogue. It's the same story, I just decided some scenes were better together in one chapter.

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Spencer became a regular at the café. 

Any chance he had, he found a way to grab something at ‘Moramor’. If he had enough time on his hands, he’d sit at a table for one with a cup of coffee,  a book, and would sit there until duty called. 

You’d watch him from afar and check on him if he needed anything else, like any other customer. And when he didn’t have the time, he managed to give you a phone call at the end of the day to check on you. 

Inevitably, Spencer became a regular in your life, too.

And it terrified you.  

“I think he’s in love with you.”

It wasn’t the first time Steve said that. He was your work best friend, and even though he was a kid—a freshman in college—he was wise, and always managed to say the right thing. He reminded you a lot of your brother. 

“He’s not,” you dryly answered, rolling your eyes.

Steve passed behind you to grab the caramel syrup and poked your ribs.

“He is not!” You playfully smacked his arm with a cloth. “He’s my friend. And a really good one.”

“He’s always glancing this way,” Steve insisted, raising his eyebrows at you.

“And?” You responded while looking in Spencer's direction. He was sitting at a table outside this time since it was a nice sunny morning, and he was in fact, looking your way. 

He gave you one of the tight-lipped smiles you loved so much. 

“Hearts start floating around him every time he does,” Steve teased. 

“You are exaggerating,” you laughed. 

“You should make a move on him. He’s cute, tall, smart—”

“He’s my friend,” You stopped him. “I would never.”

“So if he weren’t your friend, you’d make a move?”

You glanced at Spencer again. You knew him and he was more than just a pretty face. Anyone who knew him the way you did, knew he was a catch.

“I mean if he was a stranger...”

“See?”

“But that doesn’t mean anything.” You shook the thought away. “He’s the only person I have here. And Inez. And you. I can’t… risk losing him. Plus, I don’t see him that way. He’s too good for me.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘too good for you’.” Steve mocked your voice and made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. “And I’m just saying, you should make a move before someone else does.”

You scoffed as if he’d told the funniest joke. “He can tell me all about it if someone hits on him.”

Your stomach twisted just by thinking about it, though. And that hypothetical situation didn’t prepare you for the actual moment.

Just a few days later. 

“I met a girl the other day,” Spencer commented casually. 

You were on your fifteen-minute break and went to sit with him at his usual table. You did that on slow mornings. He always managed to entertain you about the book he was currently reading or any other random fact about whatever crossed his mind. 

You choked a little before answering, “That’s exciting!” You tried your best to keep your iced coffee in your mouth. “Was she cute?”

“Y-yeah. I met her at a bar, she was the bartender.” He smiled shyly. 

“You went to a bar?” You raised your brows.

“Believe it or not, I did. Undercover, sort of.”

That made more sense. 

“She almost became a victim of the guy we were hunting,” he continued explaining. He sometimes told you about the cases, the ones that weren’t so tough, he had admitted once. “Luckily she lived, and she uh, she called me the next day and mailed me this.” He handed you one of the same cards he’d given you when he found you with his number on it.

The difference was that this one had a lipstick stain on the back.

Like a punch in your gut.

“Oh, she sent you a kiss for saving her life.” You kept a straight face. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he chuckled.

“I like her.” You lied, playing it so cool, even when your blood was boiling inside. Burning hot. Sick to your stomach-hot. God, you couldn’t be falling for Spencer, but the fact he’d been licking your wounds ever since you met didn’t help. He was your shoulder to cry on. The arms you ran to when something upset you. He was a kind, handsome, and smart man. He deserved all the attention, all the love and care. A normal friend would be happy for him, so why weren’t you? “She’s bold.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been told I need that in a girl.” He nodded, lips tight in a thin line. 

“Have you talked to her lately?” You sipped on your drink. You needed to know more about this girl who made Spencer blush like a teenager. 

“Not much.” He cleared his throat and put the card away, deep inside his wallet as if he wanted to keep it forever. “I’m not very good at letting things… flow.”

“I’m sure you are.” You nudged his arm playfully. “You just have to practice.” 

The corner of his lips curled up into a weak smile. 

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” 

Spencer’s phone rang at 2 AM. He’d just fallen asleep over the bed covers with a book over his chest. He looked at the tiny phone screen and your name popped up. His heart began to drum in his ears and his cheeks started to burn as if you’d shown up in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat before answering. “Hello?”

“Spencie,” you babbled. 

There was loud music in the background.

“You okay?” Spencer sat upright, clearing his voice once more.

“Fine. I’m fine I just—“

“Are you drunk?”

“Not drunk. I had a few drinks.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?” He swung his legs to the edge of the bed and stayed there, staring at his wall.

“No.” You sighed. “If I see you right now I will not control myself.”

“What does that mean?” He frowned.

“I really like your lips. You have very nice lips and a lot of pretty words come out of those pretty lips.”

“Okay?” His cheeks grew warmer. 

Where did that come from?

“Which is why I kissed this random guy instead.”

Ouch.

“Random guy?”

“You’d think he’s a good kisser because of that face like he had a beautiful face but gosh, he was a bad kisser. Like a really bad one. Like yikes.”

“Who’s taking you home?” He changed the subject. Picturing your lips on someone else was torture.

“I called a taxi. It’s on its way. I just thought I’d give you a call while I waited. Would you stay with me until it comes?” 

“Of course, sweetheart.” The word slipped out before he could bite his tongue.

But it didn’t seem to bother you.

“Mmm, sweetheart.” You laughed a little. 

Spencer didn’t respond. He squinted his eyes shut and tried to hold back a smile. 

“Are you still there?” You asked.

“Right here.” He put on some slippers and headed to his kitchen to put on the coffee maker. Just to boil some water and make himself a chamomile tea. Coffee at this hour was not good for his brain. 

“Can you stay on the phone until I make it home?”

“Okay, yeah. Is something wrong?” He leaned on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t trust men. I mean, I trust you. You are the exception. In so many things.”

“How’s that?” He tried to get some more information. All he could think of was you saying ‘I really like your lips’ over and over again.

“I’m… very drunk.” You dodged his question. “Anyway, if the driver hears that I’m on the phone he won’t try anything stupid.”

“That’s smart.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s really a compliment coming from you. The smartest person to ever exist.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re so chatty.” 

“It’s the tequila talking.” And he adored it. 

You gasped with excitement when the taxi arrived and the sound of you dropping the phone got him to really laugh.

“You okay?” He asked, even though chances were you didn’t hear him.

Spencer went to sit at his desk in the meantime.

“Hello?” 

“You okay?” He asked again.

“Oh, you’re still there, I dropped you. I mean I dropped the phone and couldn’t reach it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t sleeping. And I have the weekend off so it’s okay.”

“Oh, how fun! Are you gonna do anything fun, Dr. Reid?”

He smiled. You’d never called him Doctor Reid. “Not really, no. I don’t have anything planned.”

“You’re not a planner, huh?”

“Umm, no?”

“We could do something. I have tomorrow off, which is the only reason I agreed to go out tonight.”

“Y-yeah, we could definitely do something. Do you, uh, have something in mind?”

“No, I just want to spend the day with you.” You sighed deeply. “I miss you.”

Spencer gulped. “Yeah, we haven’t talked much lately.”

“There’s so much I want to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah?” There he was again, trying to get you to talk.

‘I really like your lips’ echoed in his mind. 

“Yep.” You hiccuped. “But we have all day tomorrow to catch up.” You hiccuped again. “What the—”

“What? What is it?” Spencer frowned. Your tone had changed drastically.

“I think he’s driving me somewhere else.” You lowered your voice. 

“He's not driving you home?”

“No…”

His heart dropped to his stomach. There’d been abductions not long ago around your area—he’d warned you about it when they happened—but since they didn’t happen again, it didn’t make a case for the bureau. 

Every horrible outcome came to his mind. 

“Don’t hang up, okay? I’ll…” he immediately thought of Garcia. “I’ll have someone track your phone just— just don’t hang up, you hear me? Do not hang up.” 

He put you on speaker while he searched for Garcia’s number.

“Oh, shit,” you laughed just when he was about to message Penelope.

“What? What is it?” 

“I’m… I think I’m outside your apartment. I mean it looks familiar? But… I’m not home.”

“What?” He made his way to the living room and peeked through the blinds. 

There was a taxi outside his apartment complex. The back door opened and there you were, struggling to get out.

Spencer breathed out relieved. “I’ll come get you.” 

He didn’t hang up or question anything and marched downstairs to find you. You were standing with both hands clasped behind your hands.

“I gave the wrong address, I think.” You winced apologetically. 

“You scared the crap out of me.” He enveloped you in his arms. 

“Aw, don’t be.” You gave him a lazy pat on his back. “I know how to fight.”

“While being drunk?” He let go of you and smirked. 

“Now there I’m at a disadvantage.” You raised your index finger to make your point. “But I would’ve fought nonetheless.”

“Hey, chick, you gonna pay or what?” The driver ducked his head out the open window.

“How much?” Spencer walked to him, pulling out his wallet. 

“$13.45.”

Spencer got a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to the man. He looked oddly familiar. “Keep the change.”

“No, wait!” You yelled. “I have cash somewhere in my purse.” You dug inside your small bag. 

Spencer placed his hand flat on your lower back and guided you inside, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the driver left. He was sure he’d seen his face somewhere.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said.

He didn’t respond and hung one of your arms over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your waist to help you go upstairs.

“I’ve always wondered why you don’t have an elevator.” You stumbled over a step, weighing Spencer down with you. “Whoops!” You laughed. 

He tried his best to keep you both on your feet, holding you tighter. “It’s only a three-story building.” 

“Right. But it would be very handy for this type of situation.”

“I’m the only person under thirty who lives here.”

“Case in point. Maybe they don’t come home drunk but knees. What about old people’s knees.”

Spencer had no answer to that and really laughed then as he opened the door.  “We’re here.”

“It always smells like a library here.” You sniffed loudly. You let go of him and began to undress. 

Right there.

“Whoa, why don’t you—” Spencer took his eyes off you, but you stumbled your way to his room, leaving a trail of clothes behind you.

He called your name and got no answer, so he went for you, looking everywhere but straight ahead in case you’d decided to rid yourself of every piece you were wearing.

To his surprise, you had already turned yourself into a cocoon under the bed covers.

At least you took very seriously what he once said about outside clothes on the bed. 

The room was too bright even behind your eyelids. Your head was pounding—you were sure it was pounding already inside your dream. Your mouth was dry. So dry it hurt to swallow. You could still taste the tequila.

Memories from last night began to come in flashes. The party. A stranger’s tongue in your mouth. Regret. Disgust. Realization.

Spencer.

You jolted awake abruptly and a breeze sneaked inside the bed covers. A breeze that touched your skin everywhere. You lifted them and looked down on your body just to see nothing but your skin. 

You were fully naked in Spencer’s bed. 

“Shit.”

Panic rushed through you and your eyes immediately shot next to you. The other side was spotless. You closed your eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

“Good morning.” Spencer’s voice entered the room. He was leaning against the doorframe with a gracious smile.

You squeaked, bringing the bed covers up to your chin. “How long have you been here?” you asked.

“I live here.” He put a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I mean…” You closed your eyes for a moment. A sharp pain pulsed in your temples.  “There, staring.”

“I just got here, don’t worry.” Spencer walked inside and gave you his back to riffle through his closet. 

He was acting so normal. As if there wasn’t a naked woman in his bed.

“Spencer, how did I get here?” You asked.

He paused for a moment, turning around. “You don’t remember?”

“I… don’t remember much.”

He chose a shirt from his wardrobe and placed it by your feet. For you. “You gave the wrong address to the taxi.” 

“How? I don’t even know—” you stopped mid-sentence. You did know his address. Once upon a time, when you first came to his place you memorized his address in case of an emergency. “Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” He smiled, scrunching up his nose. 

It looked like he was about to turn around and leave but you spoke again, and he stayed halfway in halfway out. 

“Sorry, this is very embarrassing and so not like me.”

“I know, is something wrong going on?”

Him. Ever since he mentioned Austin, it was all you thought of. You’d gone out to distract yourself from thinking about him as someone else’s girlfriend.

“I guess I needed a distraction but chose the wrong kind of distraction. And the wrong people.”

“Well, you should take a shower so we can plan something for today.” 

You quirked a brow. “What, you don’t work today?”

“I guess you don’t remember much of last night.”

“What?” you asked. 

“No, I don’t work today. Or tomorrow.” He raised his brows, smiling.

Which was once in a lifetime. 

“And you want to spend it with me?”

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You held the urge to roll your eyes. 

“What? Austin? no, no she—” He looked away for a moment. “Not my girlfriend.”

It was hard not to get a sense of relief by hearing that.  

 “Well, I have to go home first. My clothes probably smell like tequila and cigarettes.”

“Already washed and dried.” He gestured with his chin at a chair by the window. There were your clothes, clean and folded. He didn’t want you to go home. He didn’t want to waste time. “Breakfast’s ready when you’re ready.” 

He turned around again, and you spoke again.

“What else did we talk about last night?”

Spencer paused. “Nothing important.” 

He then finally walked away and closed the door behind him.

You threw yourself back, sighing deeply, and stayed there for a moment. An intrusive thought began to invade you: about one day— someday not too far away—waking up in his bed like this, but this time with him next to you. You shook the thought away immediately and put the shirt on to make your way to his bathroom that luckily was right there inside his room. 

It was a big bathroom and everything was so neat and in place. You’d never met a man that was this clean. And thoughtful. He’d left you a sealed toothbrush on the sink counter and Tylenol. 

So you did that first, put the pills in your mouth, drank three cups of water, and hopped in the shower. If you were at your apartment, you would’ve taken a longer shower but this time you were showered and dressed in ten minutes—you chose the shirt he gave you instead of your own. It looked better. And it smelled like him. 

You quickly changed the bedsheets—it was the least you could do—and made your way to the kitchen. The smell of food reached your tastebuds right away. You barely ate last night—probably the reason you got drunk too quickly.

Spencer was by the stove, facing away from you. 

“What do you wanna do today?” He asked, turning around with a pan of scrambled eggs and placing it over the small table.

You hummed in deep thought. 

“Would you go apartment hunting with me?”

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[acheel-and-cat]

hi there I’m here to yell about dead boy detectives

so. I’m just losing my mind about edwin being kind to charles as he was dying, reading him that story, telling him about his life, etc. he makes it seem like he’s an asshole but he really isn’t, at his core. he’s so scared of having to go back to hell, so he’s desperate for the ability to control his circumstances, and when he can’t, he gets stressed and frustrated. understandable. but he’s so sweet with charles and niko and even, eventually, SIMON. IN HELL.

I’m still not over “if you punish yourself, everywhere becomes hell.” canonically referring to internalized homophobia. like augh. and then he confesses his love to charles WHILE THEYRE STILL IN HELL,, because he didn’t know if he’d get another chance once they made it out,,,

I’m obsessed with this repressed edwardian twink in case it wasn’t obvious

OMG yes! Edwin is such a great character to analyze, he’s so multi-faceted! I think one of the reasons he stayed with Charles as he was dying is because he didn’t have anyone when he died and he was so scared and alone, he didn’t want Charles to go through that. Honestly Edwin has just seen the Horrors ™. He was dragged to Hell on a technicality, he saw the worst of the worst people and then just had to cope. I’d say that’s where his meanness comes from, the underlying fear of being hurt again as well as the fact he got out of Hell and just had to adjust. We really need more ghost therapists.

When he goes back to Hell, he realizes that Simon wasn’t this horrible asshole hellbent on hurting Edwin, he’s just a boy. Sure a boy so scared of his feelings he accidentally killed his crush, but still just a boy with a crush who doesn’t know how to handle his feelings. And holy crap Edwin relates to not understanding his feelings, and he really wants to show Simon that the feelings are ok. It’s alright now. They are accepted at this point in time. Yes, when they were alive it was considered bad, but now it’s ok, and he wants to show Simon so badly that it is ok to have those feelings.

Then, of course, Charles comes to save Edwin and as they leave, they have a moment to catch their breath. Edwin realized this now or never moment, and has got to tell Charles. Before they return back to normalcy, Edwin has to tell him. And god, Charles answer is so beautiful. It’s definitely not a no, it’s more of a “I hadn’t thought of it.” He tells Edwin that he is the most important being to him, but he hasn’t classified what kind of love it is. Sort of like, “Yes I love you too, but I’m not quite sure if it’s platonic, romantic, or a mix.” But he adds in the “and we’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means.” That part. He’s willing to figure it out. He is going to devote time to find out what kind of love it is. Honestly, I do not care whether or not Charles and Edwin stay friends, go with a queer platonic label, or start dating, as long as they keep their friendship I’m good.

Thanks for giving me stuff to think about, the hyperfixation is really hyperfixating. I am also obsessed with this repressed Edwardian twink.