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the cat sitter (part 15) ✧ max verstappen
max verstappen x fem! reader
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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat
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landonorris Never beating the crazy cat lady allegations
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↳ yourusername maximus won’t let me keep them 💔
↳ maxverstappen1 Pretty sure that’s illegal 🤗
bffusername so is this the reason why you always take so long on your dates? because y/n can’t resist touching every single cat on the streets? [deleted]
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landonorris He got game after all
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bffusername this cake looks way better than maximus' birthday cake, progress!! 💪🏼
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↳ yourusername MAX AND I WANT TO BABYSIT LUKA AND LIO AGAIN!!
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maxverstappen1 More passion, more energy ❄️
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yourusername i kinda hate you right now ngl
↳ maxverstappen1 She's so brave, she's well behaved, she's not afraid 💪🏼
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↳ username y/n i would give you my cat if i could see a video of max doing a tiktok trend 🧎‍♀️
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yourusername MORE FOOTWORK MORE FOOTWORK 🕺🏽
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alex_albon Fucking finally 😮‍💨
landonorris I called dibs on being captain of the ship
↳ bffusername hi there, sorry to bother you. y/n's bff here. that position is already taken 🙏
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username the fact that this post has better engagement than max's wdc post i-
username now we know how max knew all of the viral tiktok sounds 😭
↳ yourusername we're planning to make a tiktok couple account
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↳ yourusername please don't take it seriously, I WAS JOKING 😁🙏
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author's notes: eden the scammer is back after 2 months guys, so sorry for making you guys wait too long (and giving you guys false hope) 👹 really hope you guys liked this one hehe, i also take additional request for tcs!! (but as you probably know, it's gonna take me 8273 years to finally post it). there are some references from my lando series in this part, so if you're interested you can also check it out 😙 LOVE YOUUUWWW, now i will hibernate for another 5 months 🤸‍♀️
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Since we're feeling subby guys tonight: catching best friend!Eddie adjusting himself when he sees you in a cute dress and taking care of him like the good boy he is xoxoxoxo @munson-blurbs
bug I hope this is everything you wanted it to be 🤗
You’re brushing out the wrinkles in your dress with your hands, frowning slightly in the mirror. You don’t think you look bad, but you’re just not sure if it’s the right outfit. Huffing, you swing the bathroom door open, stomping into your best friend’s room to get his opinion. His bare back is to you, and you swallow, getting ahold of yourself before speaking.
“Eddie, what do you think of this dress? I’m just not sure if I love it and I might go back to the other outfit with the skirt-” you ramble, Eddie turning around from where he’s rummaging through his closet.
He stops in his tracks, eyes widening for half of a second as he takes in all of you. His mouth is slightly agape as he stands there, a shirt hanging loosely from his one hand.
“Hello?” you snap your fingers, far too frustrated with the task of selecting an outfit to have patience for his antics. “If you don’t like it you can just tell me, you’re never afraid to be honest any other time,” you rest a hand on your hip now, waiting for him to say anything.
He realizes then that he’s been standing there like an idiot, straightening immediately. “What? No! Sorry, I- uh- you look great,” he says, his voice going higher pitched at the end, and he mentally smacks himself for it.
“Right. That was convincing,” you say sarcastically.
“No nooooo no no, I’m serious,” he says, regaining a bit of composure now. “You look… really good in that.”
You eye him quizzically, looking back down at your body and holding out the fabric at the hem of the dress, deciding. You look back up at him, just barely catching the way he adjusts the awkward bulge that’s formed in his sweatpants.
Your eyes go wide, arms crossing over your chest as you try to fight off a smug little grin.
“W-what?” Eddie asks, scratching the back of his neck, trying desperately to keep his cool. He didn’t think you’d catch him, figured he could rush into the bathroom to change before you clocked his totally obvious boner.
“Are you fucking hard right now?” you ask, your tongue pressing to the inside of your cheek as you chuckle.
“No,” Eddie denies, holding his shirt in front of his crotch. Way to make it discreet, loser.
“You think you can handle it if I wear this dress tonight? Think you can keep your composure?” you tease, throwing caution to the wind in terms of this being your best friend that you’re talking to. It’s about damn time you had an excuse to flirt with him.
“I- I… um,” Eddie’s stammering now, his cheeks growing nearly red with embarrassment.
You walk closer to him, taking the shirt gently from his grip. His dick is straining within the fabric of his pants, and you open your mouth in a gasp when you see it.
“All this just for me?” you purr, pressing a hand to his stomach and trailing down slowly. He swallows, hard.
“Y-you’re so fucking beautiful,” he forces out, blush still evident on his cheeks and now his neck.
“Why don’t you take your pants off for me, pretty boy,” you say, voice dropping an octave as you look up at him.
“What?” Eddie asks, nerves clearly heightened as his hands fidget.
“Did I stutter?” you ask, pouting at him. “Take. These. Off.”
Your hand comes down to pull at the waistband, letting it snap back against his skin. He hisses, his shaky hands coming down to slide his pants down his legs.
“Boxers too,” you add, watching his every movement.
And so the boxers come down too, Eddie’s hands tentatively tugging the fabric down. He’s breathing heavily as his cock springs free, fully exposed to you now. He feels vulnerable, having not expected his best friend to see his dick today. The way your eyes widen when you see it, though, is definitely a confidence boost.
“Can I touch you?” you ask, and he nods emphatically.
Delicate hands come down to his crotch, one of them wrapping around the base of him and the other swiping the pre-cum from his pink, swollen head. He takes a sharp breath in, a strangled whine coming from his throat when you squeeze his shaft.
“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you say, batting your lashes up at him.
“W-we’re gonna be so late to Robin’s party,” he rasps, running a hand through his wild curls.
“She’ll understand,” you murmur, smirking when you cup his balls and he groans. You drop down to your knees and Eddie swears he’s about to ascend to a different universe. His cock stares you right in the face, your fingers squeezing the tip and letting more of that pearly liquid leak out.
“You’re really okay with this?” Eddie asks, tilting your chin up gently so you’re looking at him.
“Eds, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you,” you admit, and he feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. “Now hush and let me take care of you,” you say, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip.
He curses under his breath when your lips wrap around his cock, one of your hands still gripping the base of him. You let your tongue swirl around him, catching the saltiness of his pre-cum. The sounds he’s making are sinful, pitiful, and relentless, grunts and whines and whimpers tumbling out of him from even the tiniest action on your part. Your knees dig into the carpet, mouth taking as much of him as it can, and your hand pumping the rest of him.
You squeeze his balls, rolling the flesh between your fingers, his hips jolting forward into your mouth.
“Sorry - shit, sorry,” he pants, “-that just feels so fucking good, gonna cum if you keep that up,” he says, his voice strained with all of the effort it’s taking him to not fall apart completely.
You look up at him through your lashes, your tongue licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, the tip of your nose brushing it. Your hand squeezes his balls once more, making him twitch and curse. He stares down at you, focused on the way the top of your dress pushes your tits together, thinks about how your chest would look decorated with his cum. Your head bobs on his cock quickly, tongue teasing his slit when it can.
“Fuck, baby, baby,” he moans, fingers tangling in your hair. “I’m gonna fucking cum, please let me cum on your chest baby please,” he begs, the sound of it music to your ears.
“So good when you beg for me,” you say, pulling your mouth away and letting your hand pump him to his release.
A few harsh strokes and his cock is twitching, ropes of sticky cum hitting your neck, your chest, even your chin. Eddie’s breathing is staggered, his chest heaving as you work every last drop out of him. The sight of you covered in his cum is just as glorious as he thought it would be, and he’s sure it could make him hard all over again if he stares for too long.
“Better now?” you ask, rising to your feet.
“Fuck yes,” he says, voice breathy. “You’re fucking unreal.”
“If you’re good, maybe we can sneak off into the bathroom later and have round two,” you say softly, letting his arms pull you close to him.
“In that case, I’ll be so fucking good. Whatever you need is yours, baby,” he replies, heavy-lidded eyes still filled with desire.
“Oh, and I got all the confirmation I needed from you. I’m definitely wearing the dress tonight,” you say, winking at him as you walk back into the bathroom to clean yourself off. “Now get dressed, we have to go.”
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐒! 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─ 𝐎𝐁𝟖 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ everyone's fav heartbreak singer is back! but her nineteenth birthday leave people in shock ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ ollie bearman x fem! singer! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . ❨ request anon "Can I request a hard launch with Ollie Bearman? Like posting a photo that wasn't supposed to go public and the internet goes crazy" the moment I reread this request I thought of liv so I hope you like it enjoy! ❩
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yourinstagram my new song vampire is out june 30th! you can presave now. so excited for this ahhhhh!!!!!!! 🖤🩸💜🫀❤️
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taylorlautner K WHO TF BIT YOU ⤷ yourinstagram bella
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user DOES THIS MEAN A NEW ALBUM SOON?!?!?!
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user UNTITLED TWILIGHT SONG??
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INTREVEIW → 73 QUESTIONS Y/N L/N
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olliebearman 💜 ⤷ yourinstagram 💜 ⤷ user whut in the multiverse?
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yourinstagram my sophomore album GUTS comes out september 8th. I am so proud of this record and I can’t wait to share it with you all! u can presave it now! xoxoxoxo❤️💜💌🖤
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user people who thought she would name her second album sweet rn: 💀
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user The way I went OH MY GOSH and gasped all the air out of my body when I opened my insta to this.....thank u, I am shooketh
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Opening act!Yn
Faceclaim: Gracie Abrams
A/N: I did this from the Germany N2 since a lot of you guys wanted me to do a blurb of that too.
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harrysluvr CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU ON TOUR
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Yninstagram TAYLOR SWIFT IS MY NEW BESTIE
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yninstagram I love you
ynspillow I love how she's finally getting to meet her idol
harrystyles heeeeyy what about me xx
harrystittie HAROLD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
harrysluvr he def wasn't supposed to post that 😭
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harryflorals HARRY TODAY WITH FANS! THEY SAID YN WAS WITH HIM! via styledbyharry
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addictedtoharry Imagine if they were on a date or something
harrysonlyone DON'T get my hopes up like that😩
styledbyharry THAT WAS ME!
handsomeharry OMG how was he like? styledbyharry he was SO nice and Yn too! We talked for a bit and Yn offered to take pics of us
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harryupdates Harry and Yn today in Germany!
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harrysbunny what the actual fuck...
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harrysdirection WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP!
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ynspillow She's so unserious 💀 
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harryflorals YN VIA HARRYS STORIES
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ynupdates More of yn tonight on stage and watching Harry perform!
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harryflorals YN VIA INSTAGRAM STORIES SHE CAPTIONED IT "There's literally no part in the show where he needs to be doing all this"
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harrystyles Love On Tour. Düsseldorf II. June, 2023.
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bnb-atnite · 7 months
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Just gonna slide in here with a request. Chubby!College!Aegon getting the hots for a strong independent woman from the north. Maybe she’s a transfer but she grabs his attention. He’s forced to go to the gym maybe by Aemond but he sees her and he’s popping a boner there and then. Tries to impress her and get fit but she likes the softness of him. The smut includes body worship and praise
AHHHHHHHH I have exited a horny ramble I hope you enjoy this. What a fun prompt. Also taking the time to devote this as a little belated pre-gift gift to my bby Hel @lovelykhaleesiii heheehhe xoxoxoxo
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Chubby!Aegon, College AU, he’s kinda borderline leaving the chubby phase lmfao, BIG boy, Aemond is a little shit who always has his bro’s back, Northerner!reader, banter, teasing, belly play, light feeding, stuffing on Aegon’s part, body worship, belly kink, belly riding, pnv!sex, missionary to cowgirl pipeline bc he’s tired HA, meet cute? meet RAUNCHY SEX
Whatever keeps you warm at night
“Will an attractive northerner get you out of this disgusting room?,” Aemond sniffed at the state of his elder brother’s dorm. Aegon, stretched out like an overfed king, munched on some horrendously dyed chips. He murmured, sucking on his fingers, “What kinda attractive are we talking?” Violet eyes flicked up to Aemond, all pudgy cheeks and long lashes.
The younger rolled his eye and held out the picture on his phone, scoffing, “I looked like a total creep getting this by the- hey! Get your disgusting-!” Aemond fell forward and tried to snatch his phone back from Aeg’s grubby fingers, grimacing. Aegon pinned him from above with a knee and too much weight, eyes now roving over the photo.
“One, you always look like a creep. Two, she’s hot. We need to go to the gym.”
Aemond wheezed, “Get off me fat fuck!”
The elder dropped the phone on his pesky elder brother and fell back into his— regrettably growing smaller gaming chair. Aemond wasn’t particularly wrong at all. Aegon may have put on the ‘I had to kick my coke habit 70’. His girlfriend dumped him, Aegon had to go to these stupid meetings a couple times a week, and at frat parties he stuck to beer. Which wasn’t really sober but the pressure in his belly-
‘Let’s stop there’, the blonde thought.
Aemond dusted himself off, chiseled features downturned as he harrumphed, “I’ll have to wash myself with bleach, gods, vile!” The beanpole was already out the door, hissing, “I’ll give you the time for the gym, please do take a shower you hog!” Aegon flipped him off and went back to his game, absentmindedly rubbing his soft gut between crunches of the chips.
Ping. Ping. Ping-ping.
Almond (8:03pm) You’re wretched
Almond (8:03pm) She usually comes the same days I do. Be there at Baratheon Gym tomorrow around 7pm. Please don’t embarrass me, I consider her a friend.
Almond (8:04pm) I really don’t know why I’m helping you. Truly. 
Almond (8:04pm) [photo]
Aegon stopped his absent munching to check her out again, giving an appreciative look. Northerners were hot. He’d hooked up with one once. Before he blew up like a water balloon. The eldest didn’t really particularly care that he got big but it seemed to be an issue for everyone else. Therefore he must be skinny. Like a good Hightow-er-Garyen. He frowned. Whatever, Aegon was going to eat good tonight.
He still got pussy, not as frequently, but girls knew he could fuck. Aegon was honestly craving that disgusting thing called affection and love. He wanted someone who liked him for being a stupid fat idiot with no chance in life besides his last name. Nice little tidbit from his ex right there. Totally didn’t hurt a lot.
Okay, maybe he was a bit ashamed about his weight gain. Somewhere the shame could turn to arousal but that was his sordid little secret for now. His violet orbs roved those long legs of hers, lean yet sinewy.
He could do this. Yep. Northerners were pretty blunt, he liked that. She had a pretty body. Aegon wondered if she didn’t really care about things like that, or she probably would’ve ran off with some muscle head like Strong.
He was thinking too much. Gaming and a pizza would solve that. Aegon knew he may have traded addictions but whatever. Food made him calm and soft, heavy. Like he could just float in a daze, mindless when he was all stuffed to the brim.
Oh fuck it, he’ll jack off when it gets here.
The next day Aegon nervously trailed behind Aemond, eyes down. Aemond arched a brow and snarked, “You’re sweating before even coming in, relax.” Aegon came on a slightly empty belly, so he was edgy. He hadn’t stepped foot in this gym since, well, never. Everyone looked normal at the least. There were people more of his size and the super athletic intermingled. He blew out a sigh.
“C’mon to the lockers,” Aemond tilted his head, blonde hair neatly tied back. Aegon’s was a curly mess, tucked behind his ears. It would get worse as he sweat. Inside the lockers he shucked off the sweatpants to reveal unfortunately tighter shorts. He needed to go shopping and size up. The big ass sweatshirt was to stay on, but even that was beginning to stretch across his tummy and hips.
He laced up his shoes and turned to the leaner brother, questioning, “Lead the way then, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Aemond smirked, in that horrid way of his, one that promised torture. He sniffed, “Okay let’s get up to the track, just an easy warmup.”
An easy warm-up had Aegon drenched in sweat, heaving, and laying on his back like a beached whale. Aemond who had barely broken a sweat, nudged Aegon and tossed down a water bottle. The elder brother groaned in pain at the pitiful ‘sit-up’ he did to drain the water down. Aegon panted, “Thas’ not ahhhh- fuuuhkin warmup!”
Aemond stretched his lean legs and hummed, “Sorry, forgot you were below beginner,” his eye flicked up and back down to Aegon, “Pull yourself together she’s coming over.”
Aegon’s heart dropped to his asshole. There was no way. He looked like a piece of shit. Was a piece of shit. The piece of shit. The girl stopped her jog and pulled down headphones, smiling, “Evening Aemond,” dark eyes looked down, “Aegon?” The elder brother cleared his throat and tilted the water bottle at the beautiful girl, “He’s helping here, figured it was about time.”
The girl put her palms on a toned waist and snickered, “Aemond you don’t have to kill the lad, everyone has a different starting point.” She offered a hand and a name, extending her hand down to Aegon. She easily hauled him back up on two feet, patting his side. Aegon stifled a small noise from her warm hand and the residual wobble of fat— he did not need to pop wood right now. The northerner stated, “I’m a personal trainer-in-training, if you ever need any help. Without being killed by Mr. Serious here.“
Aegon lied, “I’m haaah- fine I swear, I do better with huff, weights.”
Aemond rolled his eye and snorted, “Who knew it was so easy to get Aegon out of his hole, you two have at it!” And with that he kept jogging, blonde hair swinging. The pair leftover sighed, “Pompous ass.” Making eye contact they began to laugh until Aegon was wheezing and she grew worried.
She straightened him up and offered, “Hey, I think Aem did enough on ya’ today, why don’t we change and meet up outside. I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.”
Aegon nodded desperately, “I’ll even run to do it.”
Her cheery laugh kept a smirk on his lips and cock on alert until he had showered and changed again. Now clad in the sweatpants and another big ass sweatshirt emblazoned with his frat letters. At least Aeg’s hair was brushed into less of a frizz ball and he smelled good.
The girl was outside in tiny shorts and a simple pullover. Aegon eyed her legs and asked, “Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out here?” She shrugged, tossing a braid, “I’m from Last Hearth, we’re used to it, I’m actually surprised the princeling can understand my accent.”
“Princeling?”
She stepped closer to his softer frame, teasingly winking, “S’that what you are though, right? Prince Aegon Targaryen, whatever of his name.”
Aegon’s stomach growled and he waved her off, “It’s all figurehead bullshit, c’mon I’m about to starve to death.” She followed along, lips curled up cutely, braid bobbing. For a split second Aegon decided whether to full send eat or try to manage himself if she was interested. Another annoying hunger pain and full send it would be. He wasn’t very good at denying himself.
Aegon’s plates were stacked high with all sorts of things not good for one’s waistline. Across from him sat his new friend, eating a meal of salmon, rice, and greens. Her cheeks dusted a bit at the display but she remained quiet as Aegon dug in. He knew he wasn’t much of a conversationalist when stuffing his gut was in order.
The northerner even stayed for round two. Aegon finally stopped around a slice of greasy pizza and asked, “Why have you not run off screaming yet?” Her face was flush, pupils dilated. Fucking turned on. Aegon’s full cheeks bunched further as she managed, “What I do off the clock is no one’s business. You’re a big eater Aeg. Do you want some cobbler and ice cream?”
“Please.”
Next thing he knew she had loaded his final plate up and scooted her chair close by, hand feeling up his bloated stomach. Inquisitive hands pushed too hard and he belched, her yelping an apology, Aegon moaning in relief. Her eyes constantly scanned the relatively empty cafeteria before rasping, “You’re so hot, Aemond thought I was looking in disgust, no no. Northern girls knows what keeps em’ warm at night.”
Aegon stifled a burp, belly uncomfortably on the edge of overfull, the perfect feeling. He leaned back into her space, plump lips smirking, “You’re a smart girl then. Crownland boys know that northern girls keep em’ in line. You wanna give it a go, yeah?”
She pecked the whipped cream off his lips and slid her phone across the table, option already open to ‘add contact.’ Aegon groaned a bit, shifting around his gut. She rubbed at the heated flesh and begged, “C’mon, lemme back to yours and I’ll worship that gorgeous body, princey.”
Aegon groaned, “Oh it’s a wreck, I couldn’t do that to you, what about,” she hushed him, “S’okay, my roomie and I keep to ourselves. Let’s roll you outta ‘ere.” Aegon blushed and stammered but otherwise was actually, too full, to really put up a fight. He belched again scooting the chair backward and getting up with a huff.
She had already grabbed up the plates humming, “See ya’ at the door.”
Aegon could barely think around his swollen stomach, that familiar heaviness clouding his mind settling in. He rubbed the dome of it, wondering if this was some elaborate joke played by Aemond. He truly liked her so far, but she was almost too nice. The northerner bounded up and pointed, “I’m just in those apartments over there, think you can make it?” She patted his stomach and the prince was pretty sure he was going to combust.
“Uh-huh, yeah,” Aeg muttered dumbly.
Aegon felt as if he was being courted around. The girl slowed her strides to his half-waddling pace. She chatted idly, hand coming over as if by a magnet while the girl spoke. They drew closer to the apartments and he had to clarify before getting his feelings hurt again. Ugh. How he had fallen.
“Hey, uh,” he stammered her name like a buffoon. Flinty eyes locked on him, her toned legs distracting him for a second. Aegon cleared his throat and stated, “Is this some sort of joke between you and Aem? To get me into shape or something?” His cheeks heated up at her smile. Shame began to lace down his spine until the girl laughed, “Gods no! Aemond had it for me but he’s not my type. You should’ve seen his face when I said I like mine with some meat on their bones!”
Aegon began to laugh along with her, confused at first, then the mental image of Aemond’s pinched face and ‘Hm’ was too much to bear. He wrapped an arm around her guffawing, before a painful hiccup and cramp made Aeg yelp. She sighed, “Awe- others take you! Sorry, I don’t want to give you a sore belly, c’mon. Ginger ale and tummy rubs on me.”
They made out like desperate teens in the elevator, halfway down the hall, and he pushed her slim frame into the doorway, nipping and kissing at pretty skin. The northerner’s calloused hands had snuck up his sweatshirt to get at soft rolls and swollen belly, moaning in delight. She breathily laughed, “Off, you beast, I need to get in the door!”
Aegon grumbled in acquiescence. His aching tummy could be ignored just to love on and press this pretty thing into the wall. He did get to rub his cock on her pert backside while she shakily unlocked the apartment, his fat stomach filling the arch of her back perfectly. She moaned, “Mh- fuck- you’re a tease.”
Stumbling into the darkened apartment, a lithe hand tugged Aegon to the left through another door. Inside was her space and a nice looking chair in the corner was calling his name. Aegon grimaced and hiccuped again, managing, “Do you keep the chair for all your big guys?” She shrugged, already stripping, “Maybe. Go sit down, I know it hurts.”
Aegon couldn’t decide if she meant his cock or belly or his damn back— any which one was on the mark. He flopped down onto the comfy chair, sprawling out, belly finally able to relax and take up all the room it needed. His cock was throbbing now, watching her perfect body lean down to grab something from the little mini-fridge. He sluggishly stripped off the too-hot top, the chill a relief to over stretched skin.
The blonde dug a palm into the striped bloat, another cramp fluttering. He needed to burp, too fucking full to get anything up. She finally came back around with a ginger-ale in one hand and a bottle of lotion in the other. Aegon moaned at the sight, begging, “Please tell me that shits got mint or something in it.”
“Sure does, big guy, open up,” she ordered while plastering tight muscles to fatty flesh. Aegon diligently opened up for the drink, moaning between swallows, some of the sticky drink sliding down his soft neck and between his— seven above— tits. She crumpled the can and cooed, Aegon hissing out a burp before releasing the belch that he was struggling for earlier.
His face grew bright red, how utterly shameless, fuck. Aegon apologized, “M’sorry, that was piggish, excuse me please.” An unfazed face stared back at him. She shrugged and continued to slather lotion in her hands, “I mean when you eat like a hog…” Aegon’s cock leaked at that, what her words really meant. You are a pig, with the appetite and manners of one too.
Aegon’s head fell back when she began to massage his still tight belly, nipping and kissing at his tender parts. The girl murmured, “When did all these stripes first show up? Grew pretty fast, they’re so red.” He groaned at a particularly good spot, covering a burp, “Ugh, I don’t know, it all just kinda piled on. I quit doing coke. Then eating made me feel better. I don’t have good genetics either. Aemond got all the skinny bitch ones.”
She barked a laugh, smiling up at him. Slowly her rangy thighs climbed atop his meaty ones, hands still massaging and hefting his belly. Making his fucking chest and sides wobble. She pecked the side of his plump lips and sighed, “Aeg…you have the most gorgeous body, regardless of what anyone says, so hot, others take you.”
He leaned his head back to get more kisses, arms sliding around an impossibly fit waist, half-slurring, “Was’ that mean? Oh fuck, right there.” She began to kiss and nip around a once sharp jawline, fingers forcing another burp up. The northern gal hummed, “Oh, just something we say, doubt you got stories of snarks and grumkins, rat cook, the others.”
He hauled her further onto his gut, feeling her wet cunt graze against the buttery softness of his lower belly. She cried out, sucking a mark afterward with a laugh. Aegon groped her ass and moved admittedly feathery weight higher onto soft blubber. He rumbled into her ear, toying with one of the many earrings, “Keep talking and I’ll let you keep riding honey.”
Her tits hitched at his low timbre, arms wrapping around his shoulders, moaning softly, “Ah- shit- okay!” Toned stomach rolled into it’s opposite as she rocked her swollen folds against Aegon. He teased, “M’waiting dear.”
In a raspy tone she began, “It’s a scary- mm- story all of us hear. Ah! Oh gods,” she smiled before continuing, “They’re these things, beyond the wall, riding in ice spiders on a cloud of freezing wind, they’re colder than fucking hell! Ice!”
Aegon snickered at her reddened cheeks and stunted rutting, maybe he could let her go now. He teased, “Oh the White Walkers? I’ve read about that.” She stopped moving and glared at him, biting one of his plump lips. He swore and smacked a hand down on her ass. He cursed, “What was that for?”
“Making me think too damn much! Y’gonna fuck me or not?”
It was Aegon’s turn to grow incensed at the northerner’s sharp tongue. In some quite ungainly movements she was on the floor, legs spread with a smirk. He got down with a huff, sliding hands up her toned legs to stretch around his fat sides. She whimpered, C’mon, fuck, you’re so fucking big,”
In something only fit people could likely accomplish she sat up and yanked down his tight sweatpants and underwear before laying back down. “Needy aren’t you,” he murmured, careful in pressing his full weight down on the pretty thing. He had to maneuver his gut a bit to get his cock at her weeping entrance.
With a groan he slid in, the stretch so wonderfully fucking tight, liquid heat. The northerner gasped and shuddered under him, hand digging into his soft back, arching the best she could. In that cute accent of hers she whined, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He did his best, getting a bit lost in it, fucking like he was still 165 and snorting his way across campus. She scratched and keened, crying Aeg’s name. He was panting and sweating by now, face entirely too hot, fuck, he was out of shape. A hand reached up to feel his pudgy cheek and questioned, “Want me to take over?”
He nodded in a breathless wheeze.
The prince had a bottle of water tilted to his lips, gulping that down a bit. She cooed, “Oh, poor princey, can’t be moving around like that with all this extra weight.” The blonde stifled a moan as she shook a roll, making his soft body wobble. He let himself be moved around, back on the floor, thick legs propped up.
She straddled him and swiftly sat back on his cock, hands digging deep into the pliable flesh of gut. She seemed to be rocking forward, the realization hitting Aeg like a bucket of ice. His new gal was rubbing her clit on his fucking fat. Gods. He stifled back the most unmanly of noises.
Having the fucking energizer bunny hopping on his dick didn’t make hiding these pitiful noises easier. His greedy hands groped at her tits instead, watching toned body effortlessly move. Meanwhile molten core clenched down on his throbbing cock, her raspy voice singing to the prince.
“I’m fucking close, can you feel me?,” she asked.
Aegon nodded disjointedly, her pussy pulsing in rhythmic waves around his thick member. The northerner slid her hands up striped rolls to playfully thumb a stretched nipple, crying out when Aeg bucked up as if on command. He didn’t realize how sensitive those things were, shit.
Those teasing fingers did it again before Aegon grabbed onto flexing hips and decided to muster any energy he had left to fuck. The blonde thrust rough and shallow, meeting her cunt in a loud collision of slaps and moans. The girl’s hands steadied back on his gut, movements growing tighter and tighter, even her pretty tits were budding up.
Aegon panted, “Yeah, yeah, c’mon crazy girl, cum on my cock and my belly all you want, just need you to cum right now, hm?”
She whimpered and trembled, Aegon’s hands moving to shaky thighs, doing his damndest to keep up. His own violet eyes rolled back when she yelped his name sharply, raking more stripes across pale flesh. Her cunt gushed and pulsed around him— milking the prince to completion as he gasped for air, utterly drained. The northerner sighed happily, coming to roll off his bigger frame and lay next to him, already throwing a lean thigh over his own.
Aegon was pretty sure this chick had changed his brain chemistry. She rubbed absently at his gut now, humming, “Fun little party trick you did at the beginning.” He rolled his eyes, swallowing and feeling his chin double, moreso. The prince asked, “Had to make sure you’re up for some games?,” he looked down at her hand, “I take it you still like all of this?”
“Princey, your cum is leaking out of me and I’m groping you. What do you think? Dumbass.”
He slowly grinned, pinching her ass. Maybe Aegon would buy Aem a fashion set of eyepatches, the genius.
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mononijikayu · 10 days
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kayu's playlist, side 400;
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It wasn't as though we never loved each other at all. It just, sometimes.....it's not meant to be. Sometimes it is. And perhaps, that's all that comes with sweet, sad, sing-along songs. Sometimes, that's all that's meant for two people who love each other.
hello, this is kayu!!! first of all, thank you so much for your ardent support and love for my little writings here and there. to think there's four-hundred of you guys following me is kind of crazy. i only started doing fanfic for fun, so i'm very happy that you enjoy it with me too. i write most of these in between my busy life, and it's a relief to me in some way, i destress when writing. i hope that in a way, i do that for you too. i'm writing three stories as a thanks for your support. as it may be obvious, i write stories based on songs i really like at the time or just feel emotionally wrought by. so, these are three short stories that i present as a gift. they'll drop within the next few days, little by little. so please look forward to them!!! i love you all!!! xoxoxoxo
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t r a c k o n e ; happy together ─ geto suguru and gojo satoru.
there really isn't much to be done now, it seems. as the realization of your passing settles in, a heavy sigh escapes your lips, accompanied by a gentle rub of the back of your head. the irony of finding yourself in an airport at this moment doesn't escape you; it's almost as if god has a penchant for whimsy in the afterlife. taking a seat on one of the airport benches, you purse your lips in contemplation. you know you'll be waiting here for a while, and oddly enough, that's what you find solace in. suguru and satoru, together. you believe they'll be alright; those two were destined for long, fulfilling lives. at least, that's what you hope for. after all, jujutsu sorcerers aren't typically associated with the concept of 'forever'.
t r a c k t w o ; night flower─ ryomen sukuna.
as he gazes at the statue, the resemblance to your visage is striking, almost intimidating. you had a way of lingering in his thoughts, even after two thousand years had passed, remaining a haunting presence he couldn't shake. strangely, he finds comfort in your ghostly presence; he doesn't want to escape you, if he's honest with himself. his hands reach out tentatively, mirroring the tenderness you once possessed as they brush against the cold stone. it lacks your warmth, yet he tries to conjure the memory of it, knowing your warmth was synonymous with life itself. it's a challenge to forget you; you were unforgettable. he acknowledges that as a man like him, he has no right to mourn—he's no longer truly human. but with you, it's different; you transcended mere humanity. you were his world, his curse, and the ache of longing for you remains.
t r a c k t h r e e ; only fools ─ fushiguro toji.
in the quiet depths of his thoughts, fushiguro toji often finds himself contemplating the bittersweet truth of your relationship. to him, you were like the sun—bright, radiant, and unattainable. and he? he was but a mere moon, destined to orbit around you, never truly belonging to your world. yet, despite the inevitable distance that separated you, his love for you burns steadfastly, unwavering in its intensity. when he made the decision to depart from the zenin clan, he understood that it meant leaving behind any chance of ever crossing paths with you again. still, the memory of you lingers like a haunting melody, weaving its way into the fabric of his existence. though you may never belong to each other, he carries you in his heart, a cherished remnant of a love that was never meant to be.
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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Mwahahahahaha I had so much fun with this thanks for the request, xoxoxoxo I hope you love it as much as I did! Also I know some of my followers are prob not American so I did The Most Basic lingo because we are the idiots who don’t name stuff normally like the rest of planet Earth
Kink Bingo - Topping from the Bottom
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Chubby!Beefy!Subby!Bucky, Dom nerdy afab!reader, Bucky is a sweet lil bear who wouldn’t hurt a fly but sends men into the ground on a daily basis, Frank Castle is a tired roommate, pnv!sex, overstim, pet names, teasing, creampie, disaster Bucky barnes, college!au, football player!buck, fluffy as HELL
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You weren’t sure where, how, or when you ended up in this situation.
To quote the Talking Heads, “Well. How did I get here?”
Except there was no fun song about water flowing underground. There was a very sexy man staring at you in the library who had just said something. You blinked again, fiddling with your pencil. The library was dead quiet per usual.
Bucky Barnes, resident slut, face morphed into confusion, blue eyes piercing. He asked, “Uh, you okay? Did you hear me?”
You cleared your throat and spoke, “Yes, problem 15. The key to research statistics is all in the equa-“
A huge hand slid across the table to close your book. The thud made you jump. Bucky apologized, flush high on his pretty cheeks. He laughed, “No, I don’t think you caught that there, teach.” You blanched, gaping like a fish out of water.
His huge, yet soft frame leaned over the stiff stable, belly indenting against the wood. Bucky popped his dimples with a charming smile. He reiterated, “I think you’re cool— smart and witty. Even though you’re a hermit. I wanted to see if you would come to my place with the boys for some drinks this weekend.”
Your face drained of color, utterly mortified. The memories of freshman year came flooding back. You began to pack your stuff, slamming and shoving away materials. Bucky looked up at you like a kicked puppy. He grabbed your wrist, god he was a gentle giant, “Hey? What’s wrong? No pressure at all!”
You glared up at the stupidly beautiful man and tried to sound strong, but your voice cracked as you informed the ass, “You were there freshman year. Watched me puke until someone took pity. Is that what you want? Bring the lightweight loser for a punchline? Not for me, bye!”
He was there then, same house too. The O-line always passed the same ratty place down. His hair was shorter, body less beefy, less weight but Bucky watched with a sheepish look, elbowing his blonde friend. You yanked out of his grip, Barnes frantically calling after you. Dumb brute was so big it didn’t take much for him to catch up. He looked down, hand rubbing his neck. “Look. I’m not like those dick heads. I should’ve done something. I’m sorry I ever hurt you in the past.”
You stopped, giving him a look, eyes full of tears.
He made a soft noise, pulling you into a warm hug. He reaped, “Oh don’t cry, please?” You didn’t want to admit but it felt like heaven with his soft stomach and huge arms. You warbled, “I don’t know if I can trust anyone, I- I just can’t do that again.”
Bucky rubbed your back and sighed, “I’m an idiot, I offered you out the only way I know how with girls. I don’t have the best reputation.” He took a stern pause. “But I really like you. So we can do whatever you want to and I’ll be down for it.”
You looked up at him in shock, croaking, “Really?”
Bucky grinned, “Yes really.”
A year later the Talking Heads sang in your head again. 
Well, how did I get here?
Your very big, so wonderfully big, boyfriend was between your thighs. His own thighs, thickened with heavy muscle and that cute little layer of fluff quivered themselves. His cock was so hard it was purple, the leaking tip smacking his tummy. Your baby had a dick that would put porn stars to shame. Took about two weeks for you to get used to it. Beside the point, tears pricked at his wide eyes. Bucky’s hands kept their gentle grip but they shook.
He panted like a racehorse, even though you hadn’t let him fuck you yet. You got the poor thing riled up all in the library. Rubbing against him, promising pretty boys like him get to hump and fuck. You had to shove fingers down his throat to get the beefy man to hush.
Somewhere since your bittersweet beginnings, it was discovered James Buchanan Barnes was the biggest submissive, masochistic, certified freak seven-days-a-week slut. He’d made a reputation for making girls limp but the macho athlete truly loved getting ordered around.
He put the fanfiction you’d read to shame. It made everything ten times sweeter knowing your college football playing, big offensive lineman whined like a bitch when you played with his ass. All by his petite nerdy girlfriend.
You say ‘jump’, Buck is asking ‘how high’?
But currently you did want him to fuck you. You cooed, pinching at a soft love handle, “You need me now sweet baby? Can you handle it?”
He nodded in jerky motions, pleading, “Yes baby, I’ll hold it.” His pink lips trembled.
You softly held his gaze as you continued, “If you cum early that’s okay, you’ve been waiting so long. I know a slut like you can’t help it.”
Bucky barked, “No! I mean no- I’ll do it good.”
You leaned back, placing your arms on his built shoulders, pulling the brunette closer. You sighed, “You always do it good Buck.” It came across meaner than intended, your boyfriend’s jaw setting mulishly.
“Come on, come on now bear,” you urged, squeezing his traps. Bucky whined through his nose, huge hand slicking his cock with lube. You were wet enough but usually added extra lube to make everything more comfortable. Bucky let out a pained moan as he entered you. You wrapped your legs around his wide waist to usher the brunette on.
You panted as the blunt tip split your pussy open. Bucky mewled, “Mmm- you’re s-so tight.” You nodded and pressed kisses to the veins pulsing on his neck, the larger man gently lowering himself on top. He’d still get scared of ‘smushing’ you. The thick length of him speared your cunt, and then he was all the way in.
You panted and whined, gasping, “Big boyyy, oh fuck.” Bucky let out a string of unintelligible high noises, whole body shaking at the squeeze. Circling your thumbs at the sweaty base of his head you cooed, “Love that huge slutty cock of yours, mmm, can you feel how tight I am for you?”
He nodded, so overcome he’d lost control over his pitch. Castle would slam the wall from next door.
“Fuck! Babybabyohgod, can I fuck you now?”
You snickered, “I never said you couldn’t.”
He frowned at that, blues looking down in embarrassment. Baby couldn’t help but get a little stupid when his cock was involved. Bucky braced one hand next to your head, the other on your hip and drew back a bit. He watched the slide, scrunching his face in ecstasy.
Slap.
Bucky fucked back in, stuffing you tight with a lurid squelch. You moaned at the feeling of his heavy balls hitting your ass. You goaded him on further, moaning in delight at the friction. Bucky hoarsely groaned, giving you all he was good for. Which, granted, being a division one athlete can allow for a lot to give. If Buck wasn’t so sensitive.
You clawed at his brawny shoulders, crying his name, biting at lips and jaw. That cute little pouch under his chin was especially bitable. Bucky was drooling onto your tits, single-mindedly focused on fucking you. You met him thrust for thrust, rasping dirty nonsense, degrading nasty things.
Bucky whined, “Mm! Baby, oh- hah! You gotta stop, hngh, m’gonna blow.”
You rocked up into his stilled dick, shaking your head with a open-mouthed smile. You breathlessly laughed, “No way bubba, you said you’re gonna do it good. But I got it pretty boy.” You patted his stubbled cheek and writhed on his cock, rubbing your sensitive tits against his built chest.
Bucky whimpered and tucked his teary eyes into your neck, your hand curling around to scratch his scalp. He was barely moving, little thrusts as you worked yourself up and down at a brisk pace. This was your exact reason why you denied Buck’s requests to go to the gym with him.
You whined, “Fuck bear, love you, puppy packing like a stud. Stuffing my pussy so well. Shame I gotta do the work.” You got another agonized moan at that, Bucky attempting to find a rhythm. You squeezed him in warning, digging the blunt tip into your good spot. A big finger came down to swirl at your clit.
You smacked his ass, howling, “Good fucking boy!”
Tears wet your shoulder, sniveling and whining filling your left ear. You drew tighter and more frantic, screwing your eyes shut as pleasure mounted across your body. You slapped a meaty side again and hoarsely yelled Buck’s name, pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.
He came with a warbling wail, you crying out at the same time. Bucky began to fuck again, you taking it as he pumped through the aftershocks, mewling, “Hngghhh- baaaaby- oh gooood!” You threw your head back and let him pound you, little ‘uh uh uh’ grunts forced out.
The noises were pornographic, bed creaking, Buck’s sobbing, hips slapping, and the slick sounds from your releases mixing. Bucky gasped again, the last of him cum spurting out and he collapsed half on-top of you, whimpering softly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!,” came the inevitable angry yell of Frank, busily pounding the thin walls.
You smiled at the worn Bucky, cooing, “Did it good once again bear.” He managed to pull you two onto the side, him still sensitive and shivering from the shifting. He kissed you sweetly, blue eyes all gooey and soft. He rasped, “What have you done to me babe?”
You nuzzled his nose, pecking those pink lips. With a smirk you mused, “I don’t know, what do you think big guy?” His brows furrowed as the inevitable post-coital philosophy discussion began.
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, David Byrne sang in your head.
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gvfmarge · 4 days
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Lighthouse of my Soul - Chapter One
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Hi everyone!
This is my very first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it! I’m feeling a little underwhelmed with how this first chapter turned out. I want it to be more, so hopefully you’ll stick around! I’m hoping to grow my writing a with this fic and maybe get some feelings out while doing it. This is going to be a bit of a slow burner, so be gentle with me, I’m a baby!
(Ghost)Jake x Reader
Warnings: none? Some cussing, some slightly spooky stuff but not too much for now.
I’ve also never had a tag list, so if you’re interested in the next parts just let me know and I’ll tag you! Xoxoxoxo
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Were you running away? From what? It didn’t matter. You felt like you had finally reached your destination. You felt the ocean was your new beginning. The Outer Banks had always been your comfort place, growing up vacationing here was always your favorite. It felt like home every time you visited, so it was a no brainer when you had been offered a temporary position at the local newspaper in Hatteras. You felt that you were going to finally make something of yourself. All the hard work you had put into studying and writing was going to pay off. 
You had luckily stumbled upon a tiny cottage to rent. The owner explaining it had been built in 1874 and had weathered many storms and tribulations. It had originally been part of the life-saving station before they had built a newer building and eventually became the Coast Guard. The house had endured damage along the years from storms and each time had been repaired. When you stepped foot inside, you could feel the history. The floorboards squeaked with each step inside, taking a deep breath it smelled like sea salt and fresh air. Everything in the house was basically original. The dark hardwood floors showed signs of wear, with little scratches here and there and you could see the discoloration throughout the house where many footsteps had worn down the stain. The walls were fully covered in shiplap and had been sanded down and painted a beautiful light blue color. The kitchen was small, with only 3 overhead cabinets, a small older fridge and a stove. The living room was connected to the kitchen, you could barely see where the owners had taken out the wall to try and have somewhat of an open concept. Slowly inspecting each room, you came to realize just how small it was compared to the pictures you had viewed online. You realized you might not even have enough space for a couch and a table, but you would figure logistics out later. Walking up the steep rickety stairs you came upon a short hallway, at the end was a window stretching from the ceiling to the floor with an amazing view of the beach and ocean outside of the house, from the second floor it seemed you could see forever over the horizon. There are two bedrooms split by the hallway. Looking inside the room to your left, you noticed a small desk sitting underneath a window looking out to the ocean. On it, sat an empty white vase and a typewriter. It piqued your curiosity, the home came unfurnished and you were not made aware of anything left behind for you to use. 
Walking over to it, you sat down in the tiny wooden chair and ran your fingers over the vintage keys. As soon as your fingertips met with the cold metal, you felt electricity flow through your hand, up your arm and down your spine. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you quickly pulled your hand away. The shock and stress of moving must be getting to you, you thought. You gazed out the window taking in the ocean waves. You were finally alone, it felt peaceful but somehow, you felt a longing in the house. There was something that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. 
You felt a presence with you and quickly turned around to the entrance of the room. You could have sworn you felt eyes on you but there wasn’t a soul there. You slowly turned your body around again to face the window and your mind wondered back to the memories you had that led you here. Suddenly, a faint smell of tobacco burning filled the room. The sweet but heavy aroma seemed to swirl around your body. It was intoxicating but slightly overwhelming. You felt frozen for just a moment, not quite understanding what was happening. With another deep breath you slowly stood up and scanned the room for any sign of someone else. As quickly as the tobacco smell came, it was gone. You shrugged the smell off to the history of the cottage and made your way back downstairs to begin unpacking and making yourself finally feel at home. 
The sun had slowly crept through your first floor windows and shown brightly against the kitchen cabinets. You looked at the clock you had just hung on the wall to see that it was 6pm. You had worked for hours trying to unpack all of the boxes the moving company had just piled into your living area. Thankfully, the moving company had taken your mattress upstairs for you so you didn’t have to figure out how to lug it up the tight cornered stairs by yourself. Deciding it was best to take the empty bedroom, you asked them to place it under the window that overlooked the ocean. The bedrooms were narrow, with only about two feet of space between both sides of the mattress and the walls. At the other end of the room was a built in closet that was actually a nice size considering how small the whole house was. The door opened up beside the closet, so there was really no other option for your bed. You were not a fan for your bed to be facing the door or the closet, but it would have to work. 
 Boxes on top of boxes had somehow dwindled down to a select few that you didn’t know what to do with. As you carefully climbed the steep stairs with box in tow, you felt just how tired your legs really were. You had climbed these stairs at least a thousand times today just trying to get everything in your desired spot. You had been avoiding the typewriter room. It just felt odd to you and you really had no use for it now, so deciding to use it as storage for now, you slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open with the cardboard box and peaked inside. No one, just the lonely typewriter. There was such a sadness in the room and you didn’t know how. There was no explanation but you understood with old houses came a lengthy wrap sheet of history inside the walls. You finished bringing the random boxes into the room to go through later. Slowly exiting the room, you once again felt goosebumps raise across your skin. You quickly slammed the bedroom door shut and almost ran down the stairs. 
“You’re just imagining things, it’s an old house. You’ve watched too many scary movies.” Scoffing to yourself. You turned to the front door which was from top to bottom glass and stared out to the ocean. You felt such a connection. There was just something special about the ocean. It always made you feel whole, even as a child when you didn’t know you were missing something, you knew it was to be in awe of. 
You made a mental note to buy curtains to place over the front and back doors to keep your privacy. The two doors mirrored each other in the house, you could walk a straight line from the front door to the back door and see right through both doors of glass. 
That night you sat in the floor of your living room, using an empty cardboard box as your coffee table to eat the pizza you had ordered in off of. Thankfully you did have a TV, so there would be a little bit of entertainment to keep you occupied before you started your new position on Monday.  
After watching what seemed like hours of trash TV, you decided to tuck yourself in for the first night in your new home. Brushing your teeth and doing your skincare in the only bathroom downstairs, you stared at yourself in the mirror. “Am I actually doing this? Is this actually real?” Your mind was spinning miles a minute and you hoped you would be able to turn it off enough to get a little rest. The first night in new homes never seems to go smoothly. You either can’t sleep because it’s too quiet or the ceiling fan is too loud, or the room is too hot or too cold. You were nervous for what you would find when you made your way upstairs in the darkness. You huffed when you realized the owners hadn’t thought of putting a light in the stairway when they remodeled the house, so you had to use your senses to make sure you didn’t fall tumbling down to the bottom. 
At the top of the stairs, you sped walked to get inside your bedroom and practically slammed your bedroom door shut. “What are you so afraid of.” You laughed at yourself. This would be a long summer if you couldn’t get it together. Crawling into bed, really just your mattress on the floor, you turned the switch of the lamp off and faced the window that was on the left side of the bed. You could only see the stars and the moon through the window panes, you stared for what seemed like minutes until your entire bedroom was suddenly lit up with a bright white light. You shot up in bed and stared. “What the hell” is all you could say. Until a few seconds later, your bedroom was lit up like the Fourth of July again. “There’s no fucking way, are you serious.” You hadn’t realized on the drive here or even unpacking your things, that Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was literally in your back yard. The lighthouse was close enough to shine its light through your bedroom window and make you feel like you just got busted for drugs by the police. The lighthouse’s light rotation takes about 7 seconds, which is more than aggravating when you’re trying to sleep. You flipped your body over like you were trying to slam through the floor and groaned. “Of course, I would get stuck with a creepy old house and the lighthouse in my backyard.” You grumbled. After calming down, sleep finally found you and you more than gladly welcomed the darkness. 
How long had you been asleep? You picked up your phone and the time read 3am. You huffed out another long sigh. Your bladder felt like it was going to explode. There was no falling asleep like this or you would most definitely wet the bed. You laid there for a few moments until you felt like you could brave the dark house in the middle of the night. Of course the only bathroom was downstairs. Why wouldn’t it be? 
You turned your bedside lamp on and rolled out onto your feet. Creeping down the dark stairs with only your phones flashlight, you didn’t sense anything. Everything felt calm to your surprise. There was no uneasiness and you didn’t feel like the devil himself would pop out around the corner. You finished your business quickly and started the ascent back up to your room. On the fourth or fifth step up, a rhythmic sound stopped you in your tracks. You stood silent and as still as a statue, your heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your toes. Your ears became hot as you realized what the sound was. The vintage typewriter. You were frozen. Even if you wanted to turn around and bust your way out the front door and squeal like a baby all the way back home, your body wouldn’t let you. Your feet felt like they had been cemented to the step.
Suddenly the bell of the typewriter rang out in the upstairs bedroom and the keys were being pressed in a quick but precise fashion. The person using the typewriter knew what they were doing and they seemed to be in a hurry to write whatever they were writing. You heard the paper being ripped out of the roller. Silence. No foot steps, no more typing, nothing but the ocean waves outside. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself on the wall of the staircase. Did you imagine all of it? Are you still just half asleep and dreamed it? Are you actually going insane? Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion and turning black, the world felt like it was swirling around your head and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut to try and stop the uneasy feeling. 
When you opened them, you were staring at your wooden bedroom ceiling. You followed the grooves of the shiplap until your eyes met the window you had been looking out to see the lighthouse light. The sun was warming your face and the brightness almost seemed too bright. You scrambled around your comforter to find your phone, which showed 8:45am. 
“There’s no possible way that’s right.” You quickly googled the time and realized it was correct. You had somehow blacked out on the stairs and made it into bed? How? Your mind was racing with confusion and then you remembered, the typewriter. 
You quickly opened up the text thread with your landlady and hit the call button. Hearing the ringing tone you couldn’t even conjure up what you were about to say. Were you just giving up? Was this going to break you? 
“Hello?” The sweet lady answered in a joyful tone. “Hi Mrs. Hartley, did you accidentally leave a typewriter and desk in one of the bedrooms upstairs?” 
There was silence on the other end of the line and you were becoming more and more anxious the longer she took to respond. “No honey, I didn’t leave anything in the house. It has been empty for over a year now.” She quietly answered in her sweet but concerned tone. “Is everything okay?” 
“Yes, yes. No worries at all. I had a great first night here. Thank you so much again!” You hit the red button before she could even think of a reply. 
You looked up to your bedroom door that was wide open and felt the goosebumps rise once again down your spine. What the actual fuck is happening here? 
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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Hi! Please obviously ignore if this is an inappropriate ask, but I'm just a little but (lot bit) losing my mind and am a little bit (lot bit) desperate lol. I am looking for a COD fic I read but can't remember the title of. And you are like, the fucking heart of this Fandom so I was hoping you or your followers might recognize it <3
I only remember, like, a scene and a half-- Earlier in the fic, Soap basically tells Ghost "I know how you feel about me, I know it's hard for you to say it, so you don't have to." But later, when they're banging eachother’s brains out (obvi), Soap, totally lost in the moment, basically says, "I've never felt this way before, this is different, it's different for you, too, right?" And Ghost obviously agrees deep down but has a flash of irritation / anxiety because it feels like Soap is going back on his promise of not making Ghost verbalize his feelings.
Does this sound familiar AT ALL? [Sobbing] Thank you either way! :) xoxoxoxo
sounds like 'The Spaces Between the Light' by queeniegalore to me!
Pretty sure the latter half of the scene you mentioned is this section from Chapter 5 :)
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twstunes · 16 days
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I am OBSESSED with your colored in manga pages!!! They’re beautiful I can’t stop thinking about them, how do you do your TWST page edits??? I’m really wanting to color the chapters too! It looks so fun!
I downloaded the pages (of chp1) straight from where I read them, and edited over (im using krita! Maybe photoshop would be better??) but I can’t seem to make them look the way I want them to. The line quality is nowhere near yours, yours looks so professional! I hope I’m not stepping on your toes by asking but I feel like I’m missing something 😭 would you mind explaining where/how you download the pages with such high quality? Do you turn them transparent like coloring books or edit overtop of them? I hope this ask isn’t too much!!
XOXOXOXO I hope you’re doing well!! You’re easily one of my fav twst blogs!
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kicking my feet and giggling,,,,,, I hope you're doing well too!! you're not stepping on my toes at all, don't worry!
The pages I've been using for color edits are from turtlesoupscans' uploads – they're a scanlation group focused on TWST, and currently have stuff up for the manga (both the main story + anthology comic) as well as translations for the official novel. To my understanding, their scans ARE okay to use for color edits, but not for re-translations or mass-reuploads.
I do all my edits in photoshop using a lot of multiply & lighten layers! The coloring book method u mentioned is so enticing yet so traitorous…in photoshop, the selection + erasing method tends to damage the lineart, and the inverted channel method for removing white backgrounds quickly will keep a 'film' if the background isn't pure #ffffff. (Maybe krita has a more effective solution? 👀)
(Also bc I brought up using photoshop I'm ethically obligated to mention that photopea, an online equivalent to photoshop, exists and is free to use)
I've never used krita before, but from what I'm seeing of its layout/capabilities, the process I use should translate over fairly well–
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(Added a black bg to the "fill" portion to make it easier to see)
First come the "fill" layers, which are for covering up halftones & similar shading techniques. This step isn't super necessary (and sometimes involves a lot more editing to replicate halftone gradients/patterns), but I heavily recommend it for scenes that involve a lot of dark colors. Leaving halftones in can cause colors to look darker & grayer than they should, the latter of which you specifically want to avoid when making color edits of darker-skinned characters. (They can also be really good for conveying texture tho, which is why I left the statues' shading alone in this example.)
Next are the color layers, where the bulk of the editing happens. As I mentioned above, I use a ton of multiply layers for this so I can just draw over the image. Darken layers also work, but I've found they tend to affect line density & smoothness. The shading and highlighting here is done using masking layers for individual objects/structures – I think quick group + choosing inherit alpha for the mask layer is the krita equivalent? Layers for darkening the overall lighting (like for nighttime scenes) would also go in this section.
Finally, the lighten layers are solely for the lineart. This is to help "soften" the the lineart, so to speak, making the scene feel a little more 3D/fleshed-out. This step is especially important when dealing with hard shadows, like on the Dark Mirror's frame, Pomefiore's windows, and Ignihyde's central pillar-thing. What I do is put down a bunch of lighten layers, typically at 50% or 75% opacity, and color-pick the darkest part of whatever feature I'm editing the lineart for. Because I'm using a darker color, the surrounding multiply layers will usually go unaffected by the lighten layers – if not, I just gotta zoom in and be careful about it. These layers need to be on top of/closer to the 'front' than the color layers, or else the multiply effect of the color layers will apply to the lighten layers as well.
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Thanks for bearing with my kinda long-winded explanation! I've been learning as I go, so there might be easier/better ways of doing things that I haven't stumbled across yet.
I hope this helps & that you have fun doing color edits!!
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jarofstyles · 7 months
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Sugar Sugar reminds me SO MUCH of my bf and I. It’s crazy to read a fic that is so similar to my relationship. As someone who has always been plus sized, been in abusive relationships because of it, and is now learning to love myself while being genuinely adored by a man… PHEW! It hits home.
Reading it is almost like a love letter written to my past self. I dreamed of being loved in the way that H loves Sugar, but never thought it was possible. It’s so healing to read something that past-me thought was only fictional, but is now a mirror to my life. (My man also looks a lot like H, but blonde. I think I manifested a bit too hard hahaha).
Seeing plus size characters being loved in media is so rare, and to see it done this realistically is almost nonexistent.
All of this to say… thank you so much for your work. Your writing is seriously amazing, and it’s always something to look forward to. You’re doing more than entertaining people, you are giving them seriously needed representation. You have a gift, and it brings such joy.
Whatever you write, I will surely read. Take care.❤️
🥹🥹 you don’t even know how both incredible and refreshing it is to hear this.
Being a bigger bodied person I have dealt with romantic trauma and being the butt of jokes or having potential partners be too embarrassed to admit they like me or bigger women in general. I was writing exactly the type of love I’d want and it makes me feel so so so hopeful to hear that you’ve got this for yourself.
It can be so difficult and people who haven’t been in the situation can’t really seem to grasp (understandably) how living in a bigger body and being romantic is a lot more different to navigate than you’d imagine. I will admit to a tiny bit of self inserting with Sugar’s thoughts because I felt like they’d be relatable and it is healing to write- so I’m so ecstatic to get this message!
Sugar Sugar doesn’t get as much attention on here which is okay because it truly is a passion project and it’s a bit selfish at times but messages like this are why I’ve chosen to share my writing 🥹💗
Hugs n kisses
D xoxoxoxo
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justkending · 1 year
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Everest. Epilogue.
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Series Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and after the battle of a lifetime, she had called it quits and had distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader
Word Count: 5200+
A/N: So sorry this didn’t post when I planned for it to. I had finished it and just before posting, went back to scratch some of how it ended. I’m a lot happier with this ending and I’m hoping I did this fic the justice it deserved. So without further ado, here is some cute Bucky and Y/N moments following a year after the last chapter. (Also, if you would like for me to do a short drabble on Tony and her making up, please let me know. I have an idea for it, but felt awkward adding it in here as it didn’t fit the vibe I was going for.) XOXOXOXO
UPDATED A/N 1/27/24 (I have rewritten this chapter, but it has not been proofread, so ignore any typos and such :)
Chapter 17:
A little over one year later.
"Buck?"
"Yeah!"
Bucky had been in the kitchen with Ryker at his side as he moved some pans with dehydrated orange slices off the stove and to the kitchen table.
"Have you seen my hat?"
"Which one?" he asked, placing the filled kettle on the front burner and igniting the flame.
"The one you made me," she shouted from one of the rooms in the back of the house.
He chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes at the comment before adjusting the flame and blowing out the match he had struck.
"You don't have to wear it," he shouted. "Even out of the kindness of your heart-"
"You gifted it to me. I get to choose when I'm going to wear it." Her attitude was not lost through the walls she was yelling through.
"It's barely halfway done. Or done correctly," he exclaimed.
He could hear her footsteps getting closer and leaned back on the counter with his ankles and arms crossed, knowing she'd be coming through the threshold to the kitchen in seconds.
"It's perfect," she came in with it on her head, showing that even his hiding it wouldn't keep her from flaunting the self-made gift.
"It's holey," he countered with an amused smirk. "It won't do the job it was attempted to be made for."
He wasn't wrong. It was the first thing that Y/N had shown him how to crochet, and it was patchy and awkwardly fit around the crown of her head. He had attempted a few other projects in the needlework field and had gotten better, but nowhere close to the kind of things Y/N would create.
He had truthfully only joined the hobby as a form of quality time with her. They would sit on the couch together at night with the fire going and talk while she attempted to coach him through the stitches she had spent years memorizing, to the point she could make a whole blanket for someone Bucky's size in under a day.
And out of all the things he made, she always went with the first amateur hat he had butchered.
"Good thing I don't actually need the extra heat. Energy fields," she wiggled her fingers dramatically with a smirk of her own.
"God, you're like a second Steve sometimes with how dorky you can be," Bucky shook his head, going to get two mugs out.
"Eh, I'll take that as a compliment. You know you love it," she shrugged, moving toward the oranges. "These turned out nice."
Bucky hummed after looking back to see what she was talking about and proceeded to get the green powder ready for their drinks.
"What's next with that project?" he asked, measuring things out precisely. She had learned he was quite fastidious with things concerning precision or quality.
"I'm going to thread them through a string and hang them up as a garland for decoration and such. I need to add some cloves and cranberries throughout it. And probably some cinnamon, too... A few herbs for extra precaution."
"Precaution?" Bucky furrowed an eyebrow.
"Witchy things," she turned back to him. "The oranges represent the sun, which represents letting light in during cold and dark seasons like Winter. The cloves are to welcome protection and prosperity, and they banish evil."
"What about the cranberries and cinnamon?" Bucky questioned.
He had learned he loved when she went on about the meanings behind all the simple yet purposeful things the Earth had to share, especially when they related to historical backgrounds.
"Cinnamon can be used for multiple things, but for this specific project..."
She picked up an orange and bent it gently to test its density. "Keeps negative energies out. Helps me feel a little less tired on rainy and cold days. The cranberries are more for color, but if you want to put significance behind it, it heals and gives feelings of abundance and energy."
Bucky stared at her in silence as he added these new facts to the witch compartment in his mind he had created after meeting Y/N.
"Ryker, you ready to do our morning chores?"
Bucky snapped out of his thought process to see Y/N on her knees with her dog. It wasn't uncommon for her to spill extensive knowledge that most people don't have locked and loaded and then to carry on with her day as if she didn't constantly stump the 100-plus-year-old man.
Ryker let out a loud bark as his answer and started to sprint through the doggy door in the mudroom, loudly announcing his exit.
"I wish I got that excited about chores," she sighed, standing and brushing her knees off. She was wearing a signature outfit of her own mixed with an English farmer aesthetic and Scottish witch as she had labeled it.
"I'm gonna make breakfast, then I'll come help. Want anything specific?" Bucky asked, getting the creamer off the fridge.
"Hmm, yes! I'll go get the eggs, and we can do huevos rotos," she hummed at the thought of the breakfast she'd been craving since their last binge session of Top Chef.
"Already did it," he pointed to a halfway full basket designated for the eggs and their fragile state.
She looked back at the wired basket layered with a soft cloth inside, then back at him, but with a sneaky look. One he knew too well.
"Do you ever sleep?" she asked.
"When I want to," he shrugged, looking up at her for a second before going back to the hot drinks.
"What are you making?"
"Matcha tea latte with all the fixings," he responded casually. "Want anything else in it?"
"No, the normal is perfect," she nodded, grabbing a sweater off the back of a kitchen chair. "You know, you're slowly turning into me?"
"There are worse things in life to become," he winked in her direction before returning to the two mugs he was focused on.
"You were meant to be a comedian in another life. I just know it," she exaggerated a laugh.
"It's actually a decent side gig," he shrugged, stirring the last bits of the steaming drink before walking it over to her.
"Thank you," she smiled, taking it gently in her hands. "Wanna help with a few chores?"
"Let me grab a jacket," he nodded, taking a quick sip and running off to the guest room where his things were.
Over the last year, Bucky visited Y/N's place quite frequently. Sometimes, he would go on missions and help out at the compound, but a lot of the time, he found that he liked escaping to the cottage farmhouse life that Y/N had created for herself in the European countryside.
So much so that he had been staying here every night for the last month. He told Steve and the rest of the team he wanted to take a vacation from the job and asked Y/N if she minded him visiting for a more extended period.
Of course, she was happy for the company, especially someone she had become close friends with.
He helped around the house and voluntarily aided in chores with the farm, and in the end, they both liked learning and spending time with each other.
Was there something more to it all than just friendship? At least out loud, nothing had been said, but they cared for each other, looked out for each other, and sat and talked for hours about their life and the happy memories they created. Which was balanced out with deep emotional talks about trauma and things that tended to seem more complicated to talk about with others.
And even when it was silent, there was a comfortable essence between the two as they carried on with their life, happy to be in the same space as the other.
Yes, they were friends. Yes, they had a connection. Yes, they would stop everything they were doing to help the other.
It didn't need to be spoken into existence for the two to know there was something a little deeper than just friendship. They knew it. Hell, flirty compliments and conversations were had here and there, but as for the last year, they were enjoying the atmosphere of spending quality time with each other and getting to know each other as individuals first and foremost.
"Oh, we need to chop and bring in some more firewood tonight. It's going to get cold with the freeze coming," Y/N shouted toward the room as she drank from her tea and moved things around on the kitchen table. "And I want to get the barn set up so the animals can be comfortable with the weather change as well. May need to get Zazu's and the cow's stalls insulated with fresh hay and such."
"Consider it done," he answered, coming back into the room in a fleece-lined flannel over his long-sleeved henley.
"You're wearing my flannel, I got you," she grinned widely. He had learned she loved giving gifts, and he had learned how much he loved practical ones. As well as one bought with the thought of him in her mind.
"Too nice not to," he nudged her gently with his shoulder as he passed by her to put on his boots.
"I'm going to check on the coop and see if the insulation we put in yesterday is holding up. Meet me at the greenhouse?" She grinned.
"Meet you at the greenhouse," he confirmed, smiling back.
"Perfect."
"Perfect."
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Later that night, all day chores done and all the animals packed in the coziness of their homes, Bucky and Y/N sat on the couch with bowls of cranberries and mixed herbs to thread onto the garland.
"How long have you been doing this?" Bucky asked as she skillfully weaved a needle and string through the fruit and garnishes.
"It actually used to be a winter tradition with my family," she smiled, thinking back to a happy memory. "I doubt my parents knew of all the superstitions and intentions attached to it, but we would wrap oranges around greenery and sometimes some cranberries if the season allowed it. I just started modifying it to my preferences once I started doing it alone."
"So this is a 400-year-old tradition?" Bucky smirked.
"Call me out on my age, but yes," she laughed, putting her hand out for another citrus slice Bucky had been handing her.
"You look really good for your age," he jibed.
"I can say the same for you, Sarge," she toyed back.
That comfortable silence they had found healing followed. Y/N focused on her task, and Bucky focused on watching her. But just before he was caught staring, even if she could feel his eyes on her, he looked around the living room, taking in the comfort of her home and the fall decorations that would soon be outdated within a week as Thanksgiving was around the bend and Christmas was on the horizon.
Then, a question he never thought to ask came to the forefront of his mind.
"Did you celebrate holidays by yourself those five years?"
"Those five years and many more before," she answered simply as if the statement wasn't saddening.
He looked down at his hands full of dried fruit and then around at the home.
"What's it like?" He was genuinely curious.
She paused in her work and looked forward as if waiting for the answer to come to her.
"It's not my favorite... But it's an opportunity to make my own traditions. Well, Ryker and I make traditions," she shrugged, looking back to him and seeing the sympathy in his eyes.
She turned to look at Ryker cozied up on the love seat next to them, angled and closer to the heat of the fire.
"I'm sorry that you didn't have someone to-"
"Don't be. It happens. You live as long as me, and you gain and lose friends. It sucks, but you learn from it. You adapt to it," she shook her head.
He could tell her answer was true, but honesty did nothing to remove the heartache from the idea. To lighten the mood, he asked her a hopeful question.
"What kind of traditions did you come up with?"
She smiled at the redirection and continued on with her craft. He took notice of her gratefulness.
She hummed while thinking about what she should answer first. "Well, one of my favorite traditions is getting a new book on Christmas night and staying up until I finish it. Whether that be 3 am or the beginning of Christmas morning itself. But I didn't come up with that one. I learned it from a friend I made in Iceland. It's called Jolabokaflod."
"That's gibberish."
"Gibberish is just an excuse to say you don't know a language. Of which you know seven."
"Icelandic is not one of them."
"Svo virðist sem þú eigir eftir að læra," she replied, and he looked at her befuddled, and she paused her task to translate. "You have some studying to do."
"That I do, and of which you definitely have me beat out. You finish a book in a night, though?" Bucky chuckled, watching as she carefully added another cranberry and a mix of herbs like rosemary and sage.
"Yup," she popped her p. "I got the concentration of a steel trap. Most of the time..."
"Impressive," he nodded, leaning back into the couch as he looked at her from a new angle. "What about-"
"What about you?" She cut him off.
She was good at this. Anytime Bucky tried to learn something about her, she would counter the question back to him and declare a back-and-forth game of 20 questions. A silent declaration, but one that had become so routine that it didn't need a verbal acknowledgment.
It always reminded him of the first time she told him her story. In order to get answers, he had to answer some of her own questions. One of which rewarded him with surprise gifts from the candy Nerds on random occasions. He had deducted she had kept a stash of them somewhere or had them shipped to her specifically for him since they weren't sold locally.
The look he gave her when she peeked over her shoulder at him was one showing he knew what he trapped himself into. Not that he would ever try and find an escape from these types of conversations. They were some of his favorites.
"Let's see," he laid his head back on the back of the couch while Y/N stayed concentrated on the craft in hand.
The crackle of the fire grew in the center of the living room and was beginning to overpower the light sounds of a vinyl playing in the corner.
"What was a family tradition of yours?" she prodded.
He thought for a second. Then, one with his sisters made him smile.
"My siblings, all younger than me, and I would do a puzzle the night before Christmas. It would be my little brother and I and my two sisters against each other. The winner got the first cup of hot chocolate and got to choose what type of cookies we set out for Santa."
"Oh?" she hummed in comfort. "What kind of cookies would you all pick?"
He had to think for a second. It had been a long time since he'd had to think back to times like that. The celebrations stopped for multiple decades, and he just recently got back into some of the normality of being a regular person in the world.
"When it was my turn, I would pick molasses cookies," he softly grinned at the ceiling at the fond memory and how warm it made him feel inside. "When it was my brother's turn, it was oatmeal cookies with nuts and raisins." Y/N could feel his disgust for the specific cookie, but it fell at the joy the thought brought him. "My sister, Rebecca, who was about 4 years younger than me, chose a different one every time, but if she couldn't make her mind up, she'd always pick the orange drop cookie. And my youngest sister would always ask for Ice Box cookies because she loved baking them personally and giving them to strangers."
"I love that."
Bucky noticed that she was no longer sitting on the edge of the couch cushion for easier reach to the pieces of her garland. She was now sitting up with her back touching the side of the couch opposite of him and watching him as he rediscovered fond memories.
"My youngest sister was an angel compared to us. So much so, she got us started on a tradition of baking a mass amount of the winning cookie of the year and donating it to girls' and boys' homes in our area," he continued smiling at Y/N as she stared admirably at him.
"You must really miss her," Y/N spoke with a kind expression.
"I miss them all," Bucky sighed, slouching in his spot more. "I miss being naive and feeling like the Universe would protect me at all times and days and memories like these were closer in my past to me."
"That would be the dream, wouldn't it..." Y/N agreed after a minute of soaking up that truth that escaped his mind and joined them in the real world. "But here we are. Chosen by the Universe itself to be the protector we didn't have for ourselves."
Bucky thought about it, and she was right. It sucked how it all happened, but because of it, he saved lives while getting to fight alongside his best friend. There had been some really unfortunate trials and fights to get to this point, but he was alive, and he had more freedom now than he ever thought he would.
"Your turn," he nudged her shoulder, handing her the last slices of dehydrated oranges he had.
"Ok..." she thought, taking it and thinking back for a second. "Oh, for Thanksgiving at the compound, I would go to local small businesses in the New York area and buy all different types of foods from all kinds of ethnicities and have the whole team sit down and eat together. Of course, most of the time, it wouldn't be on the actual day of Thanksgiving since missions never take a holiday off. But when we had some time where I knew all of us would be there, I would set up the table and trick everyone into coming and enjoying each other's company."
"Sounds like a harmless trick to play on them," he grinned. "What was your favorite dish you brought?"
"There was this Mexican hole-in-the-wall restaurant that made bundles of tamales and tortillas. I would buy extra of those and freeze the tamales for after-Thanksgiving indulgences," she chuckled. "Wanda always liked a Sokovian desert that this one bakery had perfected. Steve and Sam would eat just about anything, but Steve more so for the experience of learning about different cultures. Sam did it 'cause I'm pretty sure his stomach is a bottomless pit."
"All of that sounds accurate," Bucky laughed, watching her as she put the supplies on the coffee table in front of them and got comfortable in her seat. "When was the last time you were able to do that?"
She looked to the fire, and he took the pause to hand her a blanket thrown on the arm of the couch by him. She thanked him before answering.
"It's been at least a decade now... If not longer," her tone sadder at the realization.
He noticed the drop in her voice and could tell that though she loved being out on her own and away from the world's chaos, especially in the city destined to constantly be a target, she missed simpler times with her friends. She missed those family-oriented holiday traditions. The normalcy that happens in between the chaos.
An idea sparked. One he wasn't sure he could pull off, but maybe... He'd have to wait until later tonight, when she was asleep, to make a call.
"Ok, your turn," she leaned her head on the back of the couch as they settled for a long night of back-and-forth questions.
"For Thanksgiving at my house, we'd always invite Steve and his mom over to join us. Then Steve and I would steal the wishbone and break it ourselves in my room," Bucky said with a nostalgic smile. "He always felt bad for stealing it, but my sisters were disgusted by touching a slimy bone, and our parents were too caught up in conversation to care."
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Like most nights, they stayed up late talking and talking about anything that came to mind and followed wherever the discussion went.
The next morning, when Y/N was the first one up for a change, Bucky smelled the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air.
"Look who finally decided to wake up," Y/N teased when she heard him shuffle in.
"Hard to sleep in when you wake up to the smell of," he moved to hover over her shoulder, and his nose proved was right. "Fresh baked cinnamon rolls."
"Yeah, after talking about our favorite breakfast foods last night, I couldn't stop thinking about them. So instead of attempting to go back to sleep, I got up and started baking," she shrugged, turning over her shoulder to point at something. "Can you hand me that jar of brown sugar?"
Bucky nodded, passing the glass jar to her. She noticed the coffee she had started over in a drip cylinder.
"No tea this morning?" he asked.
"Hmm?" She broke her concentration from the rising dough. "Oh, yeah. Well, it felt like a coffee kind of morning. Plus, I know you prefer that over tea."
"I don't mind tea," he noted as he grabbed a mug and started pouring the dark liquid into it. He hadn't wiped the rim of a glass once since coming here. She noticed, and every time, it made her combust with happiness at his trust and comfort in her how.
She had learned one night after asking about the routine that he was paranoid about being drugged or poisoned. It was a tactic Hyrda had used on some of their enemies, and having been the one to carry it out on a few occasions, he had always wiped the rim of a glass before using it. Here though? Here, he never felt that fear. Here, it was safe.
"Yeah, but you like coffee more." She opened the oven door and placed the pan of cinnamon-dusted rolls onto the hot rack.
Bucky nodded in agreement and leaned back on the counter as he took the first sip of the brown liquid.
"So, I have a few plans for today," she went on to explain. Grabbing her own mug, already half-drunk, she stood next to Bucky in the same stance along the counter. "I thought we could go into town and get some wood for a new project I want to do. You up for it?"
"What kind of project were you thinking?" he asked, looking down at her where their shoulders almost touched.
"I want to make a new built-in bookshelf in my room."
"Don't you already have multiple walls made for that? In your room, too? And it's already filled with books..." he grinned with a raised eyebrow.
"You're not making any opposing arguments that actually fight my reasoning. You just listed reasons why we need a new shelf. It's full," she bumped his shoulder with hers and took another sip of her coffee.
"We might as well just build an entire library onto your house," he laughed.
"Now, don't go tempting me with a good time," she scoffed, jumping to sit on the counter's edge.
Bucky laughed before turning and facing her.
"I'm more than willing to help. One condition, though," he bargained.
"Condition? Since when do we set conditions?"
"It's one that I think you'll be happy with in the end," he pinched her knee.
"In that case," she jeered, "please, go on."
"First, it includes packing a bag and trusting me that I would never put you in a situation that I didn't think you would be happy with," he answered with a gleam in his eye that he hoped would keep her trust in him.
"The wording of this condition worries me slightly, but I'm listening..."
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After discussing some of the key details of his plans, without giving too much away, he convinced her to pack a bag, and she took him up on his offer to fly her to a mystery location.
It was a long flight, but she was happy that Bucky had planned it once Y/N had figured out where they were headed.
"Y/N!" Lori shouted, coming down slowly from her porch.
"Lori!" she cheered back, running to embrace her friend carefully.
Bucky grabbed their luggage from their cab and thanked the driver as they reconnected. He smiled at the reunion, taking his time grabbing everything before he made his way toward the two.
"What happened to you visiting more?" Lori pulled back enough to see Y/N's face.
"Stop going on tours, and I will have some time to actually come to see you," Y/N sassed back.
"You make it sound like I'm an international popstar," the older friend chuckled, waving her off before turning to go back in the house.
"Might as well be. I'm surprised your book is just now blowing up even after being out for a few years." Y/N looked back, seeing Bucky close behind, and waited until he was closer to follow her. She offered help, but he shook his head, taking on the load himself. "How many TED Talks have you given now?" Y/N rolled her eyes at the stubborn man but had learned it was best just to surrender than argue when it came to his chivalry.
"I'm going to conferences and talking about my book on Education after the Blip. Not giving Ted Talks," Lori rolled her eyes, opening the front door and moving out of the way for her and Bucky.
"Sounds to me like you're giving motivational and educational talks to people who want to learn and understand a subject better. Last I checked, that qualifies as a Ted Talk."
"Oh, enough," Lori was quick to humble her. She smiled at her guest once they were in the house and their luggage was put to the side. "Less talk about me and more talk about you. How have you been?"
"More talk about you soon," Y/N opposed. "But I've been doing really well. It helps that this guy likes to give me visits and keep me from becoming a full-time hermit," she pointed back to Bucky with a wink.
"Correction. We've just turned into hermits together," he smirked back, taking up two of the larger suitcases with ease. "I'll get these sorted in the guest rooms, Lori. You ladies, go catch up." He did as said and disappeared, only coming down again for the remaining bags as Y/N and Lori moved toward the kitchen.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think something is going on between you two," Lori whispered as she turned the corner, moving to a crockpot Y/N knew her famous hot chocolate sat in, waiting to be served.
"What makes you say that?" Y/N hummed, not quite denying, but also not giving into the trap she knew her friend was setting.
"Must I say," she chuckled, ladling a serving into a mug for Y/N. "I mean, I can give examples just from him planning this whole trip, him staying with you, and how he treats you as if those aren't obvious enough. But his eyes? His eyes tell all."
"It's," Y/N paused, looking at the entrance of the room, sensing he was still upstairs, though with his hearing, he could possibly still hear them. "It's been nice company. I'm not going to lie, though. There may or may not be some lingering stares and playful banter on the brink of flirting..."
"So things may just progress?" Lori grinned widely. "In all my time of knowing you, I haven't seen this kind of affection in your eyes."
"We have plenty of time for things to grow, Lor. As of right now, I'm just happy he hasn't gotten sick of me and still like hanging out with me at the cottage."
"Again, I state. With those eyes? You won't have to worry about that being an issue, my dear..."
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About an hour had passed of catching up, and two bottles of wine were polished off between the three. A knock at the front door sounded, and Y/N turned to a tipsy Lori, sipping out of her last glass.
"Are you expecting someone?" Y/N asked.
"Oh yes! They're here a touch early, but would you mind grabbing it, Y/N/N?" Lori asked as she went to the kitchen to grab something.
What Y/N didn't see as she left the room was the shared look that her older friend and Bucky had shared.
Before opening the door, she knew. She knew who was waiting behind it. And because of that, she opened it with a new sense of excitement.
"Wanda? Vision?" she questioned, caught off guard. "Wanda and Vision!"
"Hey, Y/N/N," Wanda chuckled before being thrown into a big bear hug alongside Vision.
"Oh my goodness..." she squeezed them. "I didn't think I'd see you guys so soon."
"Yeah, well..." Wanda chuckled, looking behind Y/N and seeing Bucky.
Y/N turned to see what she was looking at, and a surprised smile marked her mouth.
"This was you?" She turned to the brunette.
"Someone gave me the idea," he answered, with a shrug and hands in his pockets.
"Oh! And we brought that Sokovian sweet bread from that bakery that you always used to wrangle up," Wanda jumped in.
"You guys..." Y/N beamed, moving out of the way for the two to come in.
Everyone made their way to the kitchen, and as Y/N opened another bottle of wine for the newcomers, Vision mentioned going and grabbing something out of the car.
Minutes later, mid-sentence, Y/N perked up as the door opened. Wanda and Bucky shared a look that showed they knew she had picked up on the new presence.
Jumping around the corner to the entry, an elated shout rang.
"Nat! Banner! Clint and Laura!" The sound of her feet bouncing up and down on the wood floors sounded from the hallway.
Wanda chuckled while taking a sip as Y/N went about talking to the new group of people.
"When is everyone else coming?" she asked quietly.
"Should be close behind. The only people behind schedule are Peter and Happy because Peter needed a ride," Bucky answered.
"Steve?!" They heard shouts next from the foyer.
"No need to get up, I guess. She's announcing everyone for us," Lori laughed, filling her glass halfway.
"Which means," Bucky paused as what he suspected happened next.
"Samuel! Zazu!" she shouted, the second name louder.
"Yup. Birdbrain is here," Bucky sighed with a smile, closing his eyes and chuckling at the nickname.
As planned, everyone arrived with a serving from a local restaurant. By the time everyone's dishes were laid on the kitchen island for a buffet-style Thanksgiving meal, there was little counter left to see.
As stories were shared left and right, and at some points, five different discussions going on at once, the reunion gathered in the backyard for a bonfire.
Steve and Sam walked with Lori to the shed to bring back a bundle of firewood while Clint started the fire.
Nat, Laura, and Wanda were sitting and catching up after not seeing each other for the last few months. Vision was giving riddles to Parker, and he was eating up the conversations and conspiracies that followed. Happy was just vibing in the lawn chair he brought along to avoid the hard logs and was close to falling asleep with the warm fire keeping him nice and comfortable. Steve, Banner, Clint, and Sam sat around the other half of the circle, eavesdropping on Vision and Peter's conversation and adding commentary here and there.
Y/N was watching as everyone who made the surprise possible, and her heart soared with pure joy. It had been so long since there was a time they could hang out like this, and there wasn't a mission on the back of all their minds.
The utter peace radiating off everyone confirmed that they were all present and weren't worried about returning to the life they had grown accustomed to. They were in a happy space, and she could tell they weren't taking it for granted.
"Here," Bucky snuck up behind her, coming back out from inside, and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, securing it in the front for maximum warmth.
She had noticed in her spaced-out state that everyone had cocooned into their own blanket and were snuggled together on the logs they shared with friends, laughing and enjoying the company.
"I don't need-" she started, as he knew her powers kept her warm.
"Humor me," he poked her side as he sat next to her on the log. "Let a guy have an excuse to ask you if you're willing to share a blanket 'cause there weren't enough for everyone."
She grinned up at him at his request and obliged by opening the blanket up and motioning him to join her in the warmth. "Bucky, would you like to share this blanket with me? I wouldn't want you getting cold, my dear," she added with a flutter of her eyelashes for extra measure.
"I knew there were good women out there," he dramatically shivered and sat in the space she had created. He moved the end of the blanket she had offered around his shoulder and scooted to where their hips connected. "You know I don't really need it myself. I tend to run like a furnace." She laughed and nodded.
Once snuggled together, Y/N laid her head on his shoulder as they both watched the group connect and bond in a way she wished they had more time for.
"I would have offered it anyway," Y/N said after a few minutes of silence.
"I know you would have," Bucky replied softly.
Another comfortable silence passed as they stayed in their family's festivities.
"Thank you. For thinking of me like this," she spoke in a whisper, wrapping her arm through his under the blanket and pulling her body closer to his. He welcomed it by placing a hand on her arm and gently running his thumb over the exposed skin on her wrist.
Natasha let out a belly laugh as Banner returned from inside wearing an old knitted sweater with hearts littering it after an incident from a wine spill.
"No thank you's necessary. I was more than happy to do it," Bucky replied.
"But it's because you're happy to do it that I'm thankful." She sat up enough to look up at him, and he kept her eye contact. "And I know it couldn't have been easy gathering the troops for a time like this. For that, truly, thank you."
Bucky studied her features in the firelight, and in his analysis, he noticed the slightest tinge of color on her cheeks. His lips turned up higher in a grin when he saw her visibly blushing and struggling to keep eye contact. He had somehow made her nervous.
"Y/N, you look really lovely right now," he said with a playful smirk. It did exactly what he meant to do as the blush on her cheeks raised in contrast.
"You're a charmer, Sargent Barnes," she cleared her throat, trying to hide her face as she nuzzled back into the blanket and burrowed into his side.
"I'm particular about who receives it," his hand came to rest on her knee and squeezed it as she laid her head back on his shoulder.
Silent comfort passed as they stayed intertwined in a new atmosphere with each other.
"I'm really happy Earth gave us a couple more decades here than everyone else because I'm not sure life would have been the same if we didn't run into each other at some point in time. Even if it did take over a hundred years," Y/N mumbled for Bucky to hear.
"My age has definitely had a longer cons list than pros most days, but I can agree that's going down as a pro," he replied, laying his head on top of hers.
"How many lists do you have in that head of yours?" she chuckled, and he could feel the vibration of her joy tingle throughout his body.
"After meeting you, about fifty more than before," he answered truthfully. She gasped and sat up, looking at him. "You think I can remember all the witchy facts you drop on a daily basis without making a special place in it in my head?" he tapped her own temple as he made his point. "The photographic memory comes in handy then."
"Well, in that case, I have some list for you too, Bucko," she hummed, placing her head back on his shoulder.
"Should I be concerned?" he laughed.
"Only time can tell," she scooted as close as possible as she could into his side, and he followed the gesture by placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Good thing we have a lot of it," he hummed into her hair, getting a squeeze from her hand, moving to intertwin in his own.
"Good thing indeed." 
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ellecdc · 2 months
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hey babe, felt weird not spamming ur inbox with my thoughts so here i am😚 hope you’re having a great day and i’m excited to have some time to read ur new rem fic!! 💗
OMG HI! I have actually missed you. I was like “you know who I haven’t heard from in a while? frostooo. Hope she’s well” and here you are!!! Hi!!!
Monday’s are by far my busiest days but tbh I think I slayed that shit. I hope YOU’RE having a great day too!
Whimsical reader is NOT easy to write for I’m gonna be quite frank this is definitely going to challenge me but I love the character so much, hopefully I do her (and our boy, Rem) justice and you all love her!
xoxoxoxo
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ticklygiggles · 2 years
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Ommmgg hiii I haven't interacted much but I have followed you for quite some time bestie and you keep slaying xoxoxoxoxo
As you've opened requests I would like to send one in, the fandom would be tian guang ci fu (hope I spelled that right-)
It's been a while since I've requested something for this fandom even though I absolutely love these idiots and Hua Cheng means quite a lot to me lol, being my first ever comfort character in hard times and NOW even being the inspiration for my non binary name, it's San btw, from San lang you know :>
ANYWAY- I kinda got off topic there hope you don't mind lolol, the request would be maybe something comforting with tkls focused on like the underarms? I've just been not doing that hot and it's my fav spot lololol
Thank you for reading my, perhaps too long but I don't care, ask :3 I appreciate you xoxoxoxo
Aaa thank you so much! I love HuaLian so so much 😭♥️ and I hope you enjoy this!
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"Gege, are you asleep?"
His voice was barely a whisper, after all, he knew that Xie Lian was actually asleep, his breathing was still even and his eyes moved from side to side under his closed lids, probably dreaming.
Hua Cheng smiled tenderly. Xie Lian couldn't look more adorable right now. He was laying on his back, body naked under the soft sheet. His hair was messily sprawled all over the pillow and his cheeks were pink with the warmth of sleep.
If there was a beating heart inside Hua Cheng's chest, it might have exploded out of him at that moment. His fingers itched to touch his beloved, but he didn't want to interrupt his sleep, not when he looked so comfortable with one arm under the pillow and the other across his stomach.
He could let him sleep a little longer: five minutes, two hours, six days- as long as Xie Lian wanted, but Hua Cheng missed seeing Xie Lian's beautiful eyes and hearing his wonderful voice as soon as he opened his own eye, and even though he fought the urge, in the end he just couldn't help it and so, he gently dragged his fingertips up Xie Lian's side.
As expected, Xie Lian twitched slightly, his mouth curling into the tiniest of smiles, which could not be compared to the big grin on Hua Cheng's face. Oh, how much he loved how ticklish his lover was. It was definitely one of Xie Lian's many charms. Hua Cheng just couldn't get enough of that sweet laughter filling his ears.
Of course, he wouldn't tickle Xie Lian out of the blue when he was sleeping so comfortably, (at least not today), but he could still stir him up a awake a little, right?
"Gege," he mumbled, fingertips tracing the perfect curve of Xie Lian's waist, his warm skin covering in goosebumps. "Gege, it's time to wake up. Do you hear me?"
Xie Lian made a small noise, something between a hum and a small giggle as Hua Cheng's fingers found his ribs. He traced the bones softly, from the front and all the way to the back, each and everyone of them, causing Xie Lian to squirm slightly and flinch at every extra sensitive spot.
"S-Sahan Lang?" Hua Cheng retracted his hand immediately and he looked innocently at his gege. "What are you doing?" Xie Lian asked, bringing the hand over his stomach to rub at one of his eyes, trying to remove the cobweb of sleep.
"Nothing, Gege," Hua Cheng lied, his smile as mischievous as it could be. "I was just calling you."
Xie Lian hummed, his hand left his eyes to scratch as his tingly ribs. "Hmm, yes, I'll be up... Just a bit more... Yes...?" Before he could get an answer, he fell asleep again.
Hua Cheng looked at him relaxing into their bed again, his chest raising and falling slowly and his hand went into action again. He continued tracing Xie Lian's ribs, chuckling himself as he watched his lover twitch and squirm and even let out tiny giggles the more he moved upwards.
His arm threatened to pull back, but Hua Cheng gently, and quite discreetly, placed his other hand close to Xie Lian's arm as a kind of stopper so that he couldn't lower it. Xie Lian barely noticed.
"Gege," Hua Cheng mumbled, his fingers finally reaching Xie Lian's highest ribs, the one that was making him giggle a bit harder. "What's so funny, Gege?"
Xie Lian let out a giggly hum, arching his back and letting out a delighted squeal when Hua Cheng's fingers traced up his armpit. The touch was light, but Xie Lian was the most ticklish in that spot, so sweet giggles bloomed from his smiling lips, his eyes still closed, clinging to sleep just a little longer, but Hua Cheng thought that maybe that would be unlikely.
He chuckled, "Why are you giggling so much, Your Highness? Are you having good dreams?" He teased, his fingers gently drawing circles against Xie Lian's exposed armpit.
The smooth skin covered in goosebumps as Hua Cheng lightly tickled him there.
"Ahahaha! N-Nohohot thahat plahahace!" Xie Lian giggled brightly, his nose scrunching at the sensations, when Hua Cheng looked up at him, he found Xie Lian's bright eyes trying to focus on what was tickling him. Hua Cheng chuckled.
"Good morning, Gege."
"S-Sahahan Lahang! That- Thahahat-
"What's the matter? Does it tickle, gege?"
The word itself seemed to surprise Xie Lian and he quickly tried to protect his underarm, but Hua Cheng was faster and he gently held Xie Lian's arm in place as he started to scratch at the sensitive skin.
Xie Lian, now wide awake, threw his head back with loud giggles; his legs kicked softly and he weakly tried to pull at his trapped arms, but Hua Cheng knew that he was still lacking some strength after waking up and... Well, he knew that Xie Lian didn't actually minded the tickly attention.
"Your Highness, are you feeling ticklish so early in the morning?"
Xie Lian shook his head. "Nohohot tihihicklish!"
Hua Cheng giggled, as stubborn as always his precious gege, always wanting to rile him up, even if he denied it every time, but that was okay, Hua Cheng could tell what Xie Lian wanted just by looking at him and he'd be happy to provide... Not without being the mischievous Ghost King that he was.
"Eheheek! N-Nohoho! Not thahahat!" Sweet, bubbly and happy giggles filled the room when Hua Cheng cold fingers where replaced by his cold lips. He pressed tender butterfly kisses against the delicate skin and Xie Lian giggled, trying to cover his armpit with his free hand.
Thankfully, Hua Cheng had the upper hand right now, so he carefully caught Xie Lian's wrist and made it join the one under the pillow, gathering both in one of his hands.
Xie Lian squeaked in protest, but to Hua Cheng, he sounded more excited to have his arms pinned than desperate to free them.
"S-Sahahan Lahahang! Ihihit's too ehehearly!"
Hua Cheng chuckled, playfully nibbling at Xie Lian's armpit, making his giggles turn more frantic. "But Gege, I'm just trying to worship you! I don't understand why you're giggling so much!"
"Thihihis is nohohot- wahahait!" Xie Lian protested when Hua Cheng gently ran his fingertips against Xie Lian's other underarm.
The god arched his back slightly, but his arms stayed obediently over his head as Hua Cheng relished on more of that wonderful laugh: his lips pressing kiss after kiss and even some baby raspberries in one of his underarms as his fingers gently fluttered against the other.
Xie Lian's giggles, even though frantic, it was also soft, tender and light. His body, flinching and squirming just slightly, kept pressing against Hua Cheng's attention and Hua Cheng felt hundreds of his dangerous butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
"So giggly today, gege," he teased tenderly, his lips leaving their playful game go whisper against Xie Lian's ear. "Are you having a good time?"
Xie Lian squealed, his cheeks and ears pink. "Sahahan Lahahang is sohoho nahahaughty!"
Hua Chang chuckled, "Am I? But gege, you could've just lowered your arms! I'm not holding you, am I?"
Xie Lian giggled, trying to hide his face away from Hua Cheng. At some point, Hua Cheng had relaxed the hold on Xie Lian's wrists to let his lover cover himself, but Xie Lian didn't even move his arms and held his own hands together, keeping his arms in place.
"Does gege like it when this lowly one tickles him?"
Xie Lian whined, "Stohohop teheheasing mehehe!" He giggled, still suffering from those super light tickles under his arm. "It dohohoes tihihickle!"
Hua Cheng laughed at that and he stopped his playfulness at once, letting Xie Lian relax against the bed again.
"Good morning, gege," Hua Cheng whispered, pressing a tender kiss to Xie Lian's warm cheek.
"Good morning, San Lang," Xie Lian answered, kissing the tip of Hua Cheng's nose before pouring softly. "Why did San Lang tickle me awake again?"
Hua Cheng grinned, "I wonder, gege. I think I just missed His Highness' giggles."
Xie Lian huffed, "didn't you tickle me plenty last night?"
Hua Cheng laughed, "it's never enough, Your Highness," he said, nibbling at Xie Lian's cheek before looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "But why are you arms still up, Gege? Should San Lang tickle you again?" Xie Lian giggled, hiding his face under his pillow, arms still up. "Is that a yes, gege? Is it? Don't scold me later~," he said and his thumbs pressed in, rubbing slow circles hard enough to bring those sweet giggles out again.
"Oh, Sahahahan Lahahang! Thahat's unfahahair!"
"Should I kiss you here again, then?"
"N-Nohoho! Thahahat's embahaharrassihihi- Sahahan Lahahang!"
Hua Cheng of courses peppered kisses there again and Xie Lian giggled brightly and kept his most ticklish spot exposed until they were both satisfied.
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fuckyeahdindjarin · 7 months
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Hey Cee! I am sure it was said million times before me, but still, all your stories are so amazingly written, gosh, I wish I could write like you do. I love details, I am a sucker for details and visuals.
Please don't listen to anybody who says otherwise - If a person is mean to you just because you made something your way, it just mean this person is stupid and disrespectful AF, not worth any second of your time or sorrow. Fuck them. You have all rights to be proud! You and other writers are so generous to create stories for us FOR FREE, I can't even imagine how hard it is. Bless you.
Anyway, congratulations with the great finale - honestly it was a little sad, but it was so real and it's the best. I had to re-read Palomino Christmas and Cowboy Aesthetics as a little therapy though 😁 BUT I think otherwise it would be too fluffy, so you made a right decision and I am extremely proud and happy to have this gorgeous story in Sanctuary. It was a wonderful journey and I hope to read more of your works in future!
love love love xoxoxoxo
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Hi lovely! This is such a sweet message, thank you for all the kind words about my writing, it means so much to me! The negative voices are always the loudest, and I let her get to me, but I've mostly gotten over it now.
And yes! There's always A Palomino Christmas and other oneshots for those cowboy blues 💙 Thank you so much for reading and also for running the Pedro Sanctuary! For those who haven't heard of it, it's a fantastic resource for Pedro fics, do check it out!
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bnb-atnite · 11 months
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Consider........ Bucky being too, too stuffed after a dinner of his favorite foods. He couldn't resist. He overdid it big time. Like, he's legit so full and fat that he can't fuck (or get fucked [I love all the pegging content you do 😳😳😳🥵🥵]). So. What is there to do but leave him to digest, reclined back like a spoiled king, while masturbate just out of reach. Teasing him. Also, just admiring him. Baby is BIG.
(Sorry if this is, like, too intense or explicit 😬🫣)
OOP you pressed on my kink button no this is divine, thanks for the compliments xoxoxoxo you see what I write I love some NASTY SHIT and hnghhhh big boyy. Hope you enjoyed thanks for the IDEA it made me FERAL
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Femdomming w no touch, f!masturbation, Fat!bucky, Subby whiny bratty Bucky, teasing, heavy humiliation, wg kink, belly kink, post-stuffing, temp immobility, burping
Wants and needs
You wanted to fuck tonight. But no. Your greedy hog of a boyfriend wanted to empty the snack pantry and park his fat ass on the couch all day having a feast. You’d come home from work, toeing off your heels with a huff. Getting dicked down was the first thing on your mind.
Yes, Buck was a big fucking boy. But he was still capable of bedroom activities unless bloated or stuffed up to the max. His weight had plateaued but the damage was done. So there Barnes was, sitting on the couch and taking up space. He was shirtless and clad in what appeared to be boxers, a bag of powdered donuts on his belly.
Bucky was so food drunk he didn’t notice until you were standing across from him, arms crossed and an annoyed look on your face. He looked up, sinful lips covered in the sweet white powder, chubby cheeks reddening. You deadpanned, “See you had a grand old time today, looking pretty fucking full there Buck.”
He cautiously placed the empty bag to the side and replied uneasily, “Sorry, I uh, got carried urrp- away.” Bucky licked at his powdered fingers. Fucking glutton. You groaned in annoyance, “Is that why you didn’t see any of my texts today? Too busy cleaning out the house?”
He blinked dumbly, muttering, “Oh, M’sorry baby. Is everything okay?”
You wanted to start tearing at your hair. Sexual frustration was a beast and Bucky looking like this wasn’t helping. With an irritated huff you replied, “Does it sound like I’m okay? I just wanted to come home and eat some ice cream and fuck you until I pass out.” You gestured at his swollen, heavy belly, “You’re not getting up any time soon, hog.”
Bucky burped in surprise, actually burped. His eyes grew wide as it registered you were actually pissed. He attempted to get up, rocking and scooching forward with grunts before giving up and falling back, body swaying. He apologized again, “Aw, no, really I’m sorry, just come over here I’ll rub your feet. Just hurp- fuck- need to digest a bit.”
You briefly considered it. But you had a different idea. You walked away from his glutted frame to the bedroom. Bucky whined from behind, “Baaabe, c’mon now!” Stripping your clothes off you half-stomped to your side table and grabbed your vibrator. The wand got it done, unlike some people.
The next stop was moving the ottoman right in front of the TV. Bucky clutched at his gut in distress, asking, “W-what are you doing sweetheart? Just come over here, please? Is that your vibrator?”
You plopped down on the soft furniture and hummed, “Yes. It is my vibrator. Since you’ve eaten yourself useless I figured it would do the trick. I can go do it in the bedroom if you’d like?” He moaned in desperation, begging, “Nono- fuck- stay here, just come over here and let me do it!” Pointing the neon pink device at him you snapped, “Nope. You get first row. Just relax and digest like you said.”
Bucky’s lips trembled, the beginnings of a world class pout on the horizon. You stretched out some, spreading your legs to expose your slick slit. The brunette groaned, shifting under his stomach, so big it monopolized most of his lap and hanging between fat thighs. You clicked on the vibe and started a slow up and down to get warmed up.
“Oh please,” he begged uselessly.
You breathily inquired, “Did you stuff your face with junk all day Hm? Bucky, you know how bloated and achy you get doing that. Just can’t help yourself, I gotta keep your big ass in line or you’d be stuck on the couch two months ago, yeah?”
He nodded along, pudgy fingers twitching on the tight crest of stomach. Bucky moaned, “I just was going to have some of it, and, and, it was too good!” Dragging upwards to your clit you gasped, “Uh-huh?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t urppp- fill me up fast enough.”
You rambled, “Like you need to be filled up, one day you’re gonna pop you’re so greedy.” Bucky was downright squirming now, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, panting profusely. The man whimpered thinly, chest wobbling as he shifted forward, belching at the change of pressure. He panted, “Wanna be heavy though.”
Your legs twitched and body shuddered, a helpless cry leaving your lips. You meanly taunted, “Sweetheart you’re so heavy you can’t get off the couch, much less touch your dick because of that gut.” Bucky moaned, trying to get some friction under said gut. His arms couldn’t reach, bowed out by fat sides and rolls. You cried out again, back arching.
Your boyfriend’s wimpy display had you peaking quick. In a breathy, high voice you teased, “Poor Buck, can’t fuck my pussy because he wanted to be a pig. Christ!” Bucky warbled, “Fuck, fuck, want that pussy so bad, please!” His eyes were watery and lips trembly. You shook and tightened your legs, holding the vibrator flush to your clit as you came.
You fell back and moaned over and over, the orgasm taking you wave by intoxicating wave. Bucky’s agitated whining and babbling dimly registered in the back of your mind. You cried his name and exhaled sharply, flicking the vibrator off and tossing it. You remained laid back, legs wide open to show off your swollen and soaked cunt.
“Oh baby, please, please come here.”
You laughed deliriously, “One second you big fat baby, I need a breather. You know about those don’t you?”
Bucky almost sobbed in response. He was to be in for a longggg night. But you’d take care of your baby, you always did. Sometimes the pig just needed a reminder to mind his manners.
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