#i know u sent this submission in like over a month ago

[messedupessy]

@artisticanonskele yes (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❤

#sonadow #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #MessedUpEssy #Essy's Art #Essy's Sonic Art #Essy Submissions #i know u sent this submission in like over a month ago #but hey i finally answered it ye #it got lost in my drafts #i got too many drafts #save me from my drafts hell pls

[judeswhore]

show you off - mason mount

because we all need to appreciate how good mase looked at the fight, i lost the submission but someone said abt mase being the type of bf to show u off at events so this is for u bff <3

i wrote this yesterday morning but i had to add in the interview bc UGH

thanks to @mountsmason for the gif <33

“You look beautiful you know.” Mason suddenly spoke from across the taxi, hand settling on your bare thigh, thumb rubbing the soft skin comfortingly. You turned to him, eyes drinking in his black trousers and t shirt paired with the designer shark patterned jacket which just so happened to match his trainers. He looked incredible and the thought of walking through a crowd of people with someone as good looking as him made you feel a little nauseous.

The two of you were attending the well anticipated AJ v Usyk fight and it was the first time you’d been out together publicly as a couple since you started dating eight months ago. Keeping your relationship a secret had mainly been to avoid the prying eyes of the media who you both knew liked to destroy relationships for the fun of it. But you were tired.

Neither you nor Mason wanted to keep the other a secret any more, you saw the way girls clung to him if you went out with a group of friends and you hated not being able to tell them to back off. You wanted people to know he was yours but you were still slightly wary of what stories the media would try to spin.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mount.” Mason rolled his eyes at you, lifting a hand to tuck your hair back, his fingers grazing your ear.

“I’m telling you because I can see you worrying in that pretty little head of yours.” He settled his thumb and finger against your chin so he could tilt your head and kiss you, a soft press of his mouth over yours before he was pulling back. “You look incredible and you don’t need to worry about what everyone else thinks. I know this is a big step and we really couldn’t have chosen anywhere bigger to go public but I love you and I want to show everyone how lucky I am.”

Warmth spread through your body, those same butterflies you got the first time you met Mason swarming your stomach again at his words and you know your cheeks have probably turned a little pink. Mason was always talking about wanting to show you off, his phone was overflowing with photos and videos of you that usually got sent to his friends just so he could brag about you but you still liked hearing him say it.

“Maybe everyone will be too focused on that jacket to even notice me standing next to you.” You told him, gaze doing another sweep of his incredibly hot outfit.

“I still think we should have worn matching.”

“I think that would make everyone hate us.” Mason grinned, pulling your lips back to his with his grip on your chin.

“Not possible.” You slid your hands around the back of his neck as he kissed you, only slightly aware of the driver in the front who was most definitely not enjoying the PDA. Mason’s tongue brushed over yours and you sighed into his mouth.

“You’re gonna ruin my lipstick.” You muttered between kisses but Mason didn’t seem all that bothered as he gently licked at your bottom lip.

“You brought the lipstick with you right?” You turned your head so his lips landed on your cheek and he glowered playfully at you. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sure you were but I spent forever on this look I’m not letting you mess it up.” He huffed like a child, lips pouting as he sat back in his seat.

“Spoil sport.” With a roll of your eyes your lifted your head to kiss his cheek.

“I love you.” You watched the soft smile spread over his lips and he gripped your thigh again, giving it a soft pat.

The entire way through the fight you could see people taking glances at Mason, their eyes immediately going to you because of the way he’d settled his arm over your shoulder so he could brush his thumb over your jaw and cheek. You were settled into seats beside Declan who you’d obviously met pretty much as soon as you started dating Mason and he kept making comments about Mason being whipped while your boyfriend simply laughed it off.

Someone had taken a few photos of you and Mason cuddled up on the seats and you’d seen a few phones pointed towards you when Mason first let you to your seats and you knew by now Mason’s many dan accounts will have gotten hold of them. People had been coming up to Mason all night to speak with him and not once did he brush you aside or get up to leave, he kept you glued to him the entire time.

“Who’s that?” You asked him, nodding towards a man who was carrying recording equipment. You were settled into his side after the fight, spirits seemingly low after AJ’s loss, while he spoke to Declan and Josh. He followed your gaze, fingers grazing your side but it was Josh who spoke.

“Kugan Cassius. He interviews people at sports events.” Mason’s left hand was settled firmly on your hip and you shivered slightly at the way he brushed his thumb over you.

“He caught me earlier and asked if we’d do an interview.” Declan said, motioning his head towards Mason who simply nodded, his gaze darting down to where you were rifling through your purse.

“Mate I can’t believe he lost.” Josh grumbled as him and Declan got into a heated debate over what could have gone better. Mason’s full attention was focused on you as you pulled a tub of chewing gum from your purse, taking a piece out and holding it up to him. He opened his mouth and with a shake of your head you pressed it between his teeth, giggling when he playfully licked your finger.

“You gonna wait here while we do that interview?” You popped a piece of the gum into your own mouth and nodded, sliding your hand over his stomach. “Pissed we came to our first fight and he lost.” He complained but you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I still had a pretty good time. Felt good to have you show me off.” This made Mason grin and he bent his head to lightly peck your lips, careful this time not to ruin your lipstick even though it was almost time to leave anyway.

“Can’t wait to keep showing you off.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Wanna get Chinese on the way home?”

“Gonna let me eat it in your bed?” Mason tilted his head and pretended to think hard.

“Just because you look so good tonight that I could never say no, then yeah, I’ll let you.” You grinned lightly squeezing your arms around him and kissing his jaw.

“Yo, Mase, do this interview?”

“Yeah sure.” He turned back to you, running his fingers down your back. “Be a few minutes yeah?” You just nodded and watched as he wandered a few feet away with Declan, Josh getting called over by a group of guys. There was a little stand behind you so you settled yourself on to it, pulling your phone from your purse.

You knew checking social media wasn’t the best idea but you really wanted to know how many photos of you and Mason had been taken. You went to his profile and clicked on his tagged, the segment immediately becoming flooded with images of the two of you.

There were photos of the two of you walking through the crowds together, one of your hands in Mason’s, the other wrapped around his arm as you tried to stay as close as possible. There were a few of you sitting in the seats together, Mason’s arm around you, face tucked into your hair as you laughed. There was the photo you’d had taken by one of Mason’s friends where you were sat with Mason’s hand firmly on your thigh. There were even a few from just minutes ago when you were stood with your arms wrapped around him.

You had to give it to his fans, they were incredibly quick when it came to getting content. You read through a few of the captions on the first few photos and it was clear that nobody had a clue who you were but you got a few compliments on how pretty you were which was nicer than what you expected from some people. Someone had even commented on how in love Mason looked when he was talking to you.

While you were sitting on your phone Mason was supposed to talking to Cassius about the fight but he was barely paying attention. His gaze kept wandering over to you, eyes skimming your crossed legs as he tried his hardest to fight a smile at how good you looked. He knew you were wary about fans taking photos but he thought you were hands down the most beautiful woman in the entire stadium so he didn’t see how you had anything to worry about.

He knew that Declan kept looking at him and he knew it was probably painfully obvious that he was ogling someone but he didn’t care. You looked like you were texting someone because your lips kept tilting into that favourite smile of his every few seconds and then an amused crease would form between your brows that he really wanted to kiss away.

Mason didn’t think he’d ever felt the way he feels about you for anyone else. His feelings for previous girlfriends didn’t even come close to the amount of love he had for you. It was the smallest of things that you did that had him falling that little bit more for you every day. Like the way you scrunched your nose when he said something stupid or the way you always kissed his jaw before you left him. He loved the tiniest of details about you and he knew he’d never find someone else who he felt the same way about. You were it for him.

Even when answering the questions his attention would find it’s way back to you and that little smile would light up his eyes and it was clear to everyone watching, including Cassius that he was watching someone. The interview was only short and really Mason had only tagged along because Dec had asked him to but when Cassius had lowered the mic he’d grinned at Mason and tried to follow his gaze.

“Who’re you looking at?”

“Hmm?”

“You couldn’t keep your eyes off someone while we did that, who is it?”

“He brought the missus. It’s the first time they’ve been out together and he can’t stay away from her.” Declan teased and Mason’s cheeks turned pink, head ducking slightly as he shoved his friend.

“Say hi to her for me man, she must be a stunner if she’s for your full attention like that.” Mason nodded with a grin and then they were all saying goodbye and Dec and Mason were making their way back over to you.

“Hey, pretty girl.” You jumped slightly, gaze darting up from your phone but you grinned at both boys, pushing yourself up off your make shift seat.

“Go okay?”

“Great, yeah.” He slid his fingers back through yours. “Say hello to a few more people and then we can leave, yeah?” You just nodded your head and then Declan was leading the two of you around to go and find Chunkz.

“We are officially all over the internet.” You told him as you weaved through the sea of loitering people.

“Oh really? That was fast.”

“You should see how in love with me they think you are.” Mason placed his hand over his heart.

“Am I really that transparent?”

“Apparently so.” He kissed your head, lips twisting into a smile.

“I’m glad everyone knows about us. I don’t think I could handle keeping you quiet any longer.” You hummed in agreement, leaning closer into his side, cheek against his bicep.

“Me neither.”

Later that night when the two of you were in the taxi back to Mason he was silently tapping away on his phone and you frowned when your own phone pinged with a notification from him. Unlocking it and clicking the notification it took you straight to Mason’s story where he’d posted one of the photos of the two of you sitting together, he’d tagged you into the corner and used three white hearts and you couldn’t stop the grin that formed.

“Ew did you just make us Instagram official?” You joked, slipping your phone back into your purse. Mason nodded with a smile.

“Yeah I did. Told you, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

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[kimetsu-no-imagines]

submission request

its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,”  His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you’d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer smut #submission

[badatjokezz]

Haikyuu!! Rare Pair Fic Recs

i’ve been so hype about some Hq rarepairs lately now imma list some of my fav fanfics, mostly OiSuga mwehehe.... 

(probably gonna add some more in the future)

Oisuga (Oikawa x Sugawara)

1. Stuck in the Middle With You by overlymetaromantic

It's not the kind of blossoming relationship either of them would expect, but maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something good.

1. In which Suga and Oikawa run into each other on a late night convenience store run.

2. In which Suga and Oikawa inadvertently switch bags and end up with the other’s uniform.

3. In which Suga gives Oikawa the lecture he doesn't want but probably needs, and Oikawa might accidentally be a little in love.

4. In which Oikawa won't shut up about Suga, and Iwaizumi plays matchmaker just to make him stop.

5. In which there is not a date, and Suga likes spicy things much more than sweet.

6. In which Karasuno and Aobajousai hold training camps in the same neck of the woods, and the trip back proves to be more revealing than it probably should.

7. In which there might just be a future to this after all.

(Dis is so fluffy i might die)

2. moving on (growing up) by _helios (neocitz)

‘I’ll do it,’ Suga says, walking into their prep school and dropping his bag on the floor next to Oikawa. He shoves the melon bun and drink forward into Oikawa’s hands, and stands there looking down at him because he knows that he needs to not chicken out.

‘You’ll do what?’ Oikawa looks up through his glasses, eyes wide and confused as the other students stream in around them.

‘The fake dating thing, I’ll do it.’

‘Fuck. Yes.’ Oikawa says with a fist pump.

(It’s been AGES since i read Fake/Pretend Relationship fic, this one is goood)

3. how strange, to be remembered by venusintwelfthFandoms

"He is not formed of the type of dust that makes up stars. Suga is not the type of person that stays in the mind of one like Oikawa Tooru, ten years later. He is formed of the type of dust you shake off, the type that settles into the ground."

Ten years after Suga last steps off a high-school court, Oikawa recollects a "Mr. Refreshing" in a post-game interview, and Suga is left scrambling.

(Cute one-shot, Oikawa still remember Mr. Refreshing from Karasuno)

4. all the small things by Authoress for lemedy

Sugawara Koushi.

Oikawa’s brain supplies the name of the person standing at the other end of the aisle before Oikawa can even register him, attuned to spitting out facts about other volleyball players on a second’s notice, even after all these years. Karasuno High vice-captain. 174 cm…no, more like 176 now. Skilled at raising morale and bringing an element of surprise to their strategy. Troublesome. Refreshing. Setter.

The enemy.

(Single Dad! Oikawa, cuuutee ugh)

5. Win Some by kingdra (aroceu) for Icie

Tooru does not have a problem, its name is certainly not Sugawara Koushi, and he is not going to the Karasuno practices just to watch him. Regardless of whatever Iwa-chan says.

(High school romane~)

6. Even as bright as you are? by BKAKCANON

That night when he goes to sleep, he includes "the safety of fairies" on his prayers, making a promise to whoever was listening him, that he'd protect all the fairies and keep their secret safe forever.

[Where Oikawa meets Suga when they are kids and Oikawa believes Suga is secretly a fairy and decides he has to protect his secret all costs.]

(This is basically matches my headcanon)

7. getting to know you by oisugasuga

Suga feels like he’s back on the court then, his heart thudding hard in his ears… so hard he almost misses what Oikawa says. Unfortunately, though, he doesn’t.

"My, my. What a surprise," Oikawa Tooru says. And then… "Hello, Mr. Refreshing."

(Haven’t finished yet but DAMN I LOVE OIKAWA AND SUGA IN HERE, single dad! oikawa, and Suga babysitting oikawa’s kid, def slow burn. Imma follow this fic till death)

8. Dear Reader by hyirule

No one seems to read the paper anymore. But Oikawa likes to for the sports section. One day he finds himself reading a section called "Dear Reader" and finds a submission he can relate to.

Basically messages sent through a page on a newspaper brings to unlikely souls together, who maybe have more in common than they first thought.

(Cannon compliant, simple and... refreshing(?))

9. rest by shicchaan

Tooru looks at the sleeping person beside him as he waits for the lights change into green. The growing fringe of his husband started to cover his eyes but he can still see the beautiful birthmark under the silver haired's left eye.

(Established relationship, fluff fluff!!!)

10. long is the road (that leads me home) by ichweissnichtauch

He thinks about himself, deleting contacts from his phone and throwing coffee cups away without even looking at the string of numbers scrawled in Sharpie ink underneath, and he’s tired of hiding, tired of carefully treading the lines he’d drawn for himself all those years ago.

Just this once, Tooru wants— he thinks he wants to be brave.

Oikawa Tooru is not a stranger to wanting.

(like... 20% Oisuga but i like the way this story follows the Cannon till he get to Argentina)

11. It's Always Been About You by mintycarrots

Every time Tooru had envisioned meeting his soulmate, it was a confession of love, filled with tears of happiness and a lot of making out. It would be a faceless petite girl that would support Tooru in whatever he chose to pursue and would understand when Tooru prioritized volleyball over all else.

It was never a boy on the rival team.

(Soulmate AU)

12. a play in three acts by venusintwelfth

"The first time Sugawara Koushi sees Oikawa Tooru play, he thinks that if he wasn’t so set on volleyball, he’d do well in theater."

the first seijoh x karasuno match through the eyes of suga.

(Kinda poetic i guess, well written af)

13. colors by dazeful

Sugawara Koushi's colorful life as an archer.

(this is like the perfect oisuga one shot ive ever read)

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IwaSuga (Iwaizumi x Sugawara)

1. And so the moon cried by iwriteinpenFandoms:

The hillocks are the domain of unearthly creatures. Creatures of rot and fog, of music and dance. Like ghosts in the night they travel without leaving footprints, they disappear in a flurry of long dresses and pale hair. Those who are fated to see them risk curses far worse than death. You may hear them, a giggle in the wind. You may smell them, the smell of the fog rolling in through the trees. You should pray you never see them. Iwaizumi Hajime is a simple man. He works a simple farm job and enjoys simple things. After one morning where he woke next to a perfect circle of death and only the memory of brown eyes and cold hands, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to the forest. Will the tales of his childhood play out with him at the center or will he have to disregard all reason?

(Danish Folklore AU)

2. Cry Just A Little by DreadfulMind

Suga was whistling a tune to himself as he opened the door to the bathroom, so he didn't hear the muffled crying through the door. But he could hear it clearly once he was inside. He heard the sharp sob of someone trying to stop.

"Iwaizumi?" He asked, "are you sure you're alright?"

(Simple but c u t e)

3. Generations by Karasuno Volleygays (ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor), mozaikmage

Professional sports blogger Sugawara Koushi writes an article about a volleyball match that bears special meaning to him and his former kouhai: a showdown between Kitagawa Daiichi and Yukigaoka Middle School, ten years after the teams faced off for the first time. He doesn't plan on capturing the attention of the world of sports journalism, and he certainly doesn't expect himself to end up having a thing for one of the coaches involved, one Iwaizumi Hajime.

(Time-Skip, I loved it)

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KuroTsuki (Kuroo x Tsukishima)

1. Invictus by Chiru

Kuroo T. » So let me get this straight (gay?) Kuroo T. » You want me to pretend to be your perfect and fabulous boyfriend, so that your little freckled friend will stop trying to set you up with cute little highschool girls? Tsukishima Kei » yes Kuroo T. » Aha. Tsukishima Kei » you'll do it? Kuroo T. » I don't know. I missed the part where I get something out of it. Tsukishima Kei » you get to annoy me. Unfortunately Kuroo T. » Tempting, Tsukki, very tempting indeed.

(Fake/Pretend Relationship, some fluff, some angst, i read this in the middle of the night and cried, fortunately happy ending)

2. hold onto hope if you got it by nekolyssi

"Now, in the beginning of their third year of high school, the obnoxious hollering and incessant spirit of his teammates became normalcy to Kei. And now, normalcy is this. Weekly psych meetings. Pharmacy waiting rooms. Prescriptions. Refusal of prescriptions. More prescriptions."

(Not finished yet but yep prolly gonna put this one to one of those best haikyuu fics ive ever read. I wasnt so interested at first but i really like the idea of mental ilness etc, this is g o o d!!)

3. [KuroTsuki Fest Week 2017] Traces by Heartythrills 

Kuroo’s disappeared for a little over a week now, and suddenly a 4 year old who looks like him appears before Tsukishima’s apartment.

(Age regression, fluff)

4. I swear by xArtemisx

Like the shadow that's by your side I'll be there

"What are you doing here, Tetsu? It's cold." Kei asked softly. Tetsurou smiled. Hearing his name came out of Kei's lips is always music to his ears.

"Nothing. I just came to think that whatever memory we make, may it be happy or sad memories, the bright moon and the starry night sky is always there to be the witness. Did you notice?" The alpha answered and Kei nodded. He also noticed it.

"Yes, I did noticed it."

(I love agony and sad ending....)

5. Honeybee by ClosetGoblin

Tsukishima has trouble sleeping one night during a Third Gym Camping Trip. So, he takes his acoustic guitar and passes the time with some music, and gets a visitor. Maybe he doesn't mind Kuroo's voice as he does the screeching that Lev and Hinata call singing.

(Simple but sweet)

6. Say You Like Me by the_madame21

It's been three months. And Tsukishima Kei is going to see Kuroo Tetsurou.

(light angst and.. s m u t. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic)

7. trying to get to you by mytsukkishine

Everything came crashing down on Kuroo when Kei had left him alone with nothing but the moon shining down on him.

Wherein, Kuroo was struggling to move on and decided that he wouldn't mind being with Kei again.

(sad beginning? yes. sad ending? y e s. you’re a masochist? come get your juice)

8. Please Hold by ThemooncatFandoms

Kei was expecting Kuroo to do one of two things; Send a text to the office saying that they will have to call back another time and continue what they started, or excuse himself from Kei to answer the call, which was most likely. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Kuroo does neither of those things.

(short but hot. what’s hotter than quiet sex?)

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Ushijima x Oikawa

1. This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

(It was funny for me reading oikawa/ushijima fic with that “you should’ve come to Shiratorizawa” joke at first but somehow i found this one... endearing :3, cute poor ushiwaka)

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Atsumu x Nishinoya

1. All the things I love about Yuu by KilluCoulomb

Atsumu Miya is fixated in Nishinoya. The way the boy acts, talks, plays. He Carefully observes from afar, but he slowly warms up to the Libero. Friendship becomes more and more intimate. Atsumu realizes Nishinoya is not that simple guy he met three years ago. And he loves it.

(pro volleyball players AU)

2. i'll see you then by noyabeans (snowdrops)

Nishinoya Yuu and Miya Atsumu build a rivalry and something more.

“Oh, it's Karasuno’s libero,” he says, mildly surprised to see Nishinoya’s face staring back at him from the brochure, grinning wide with his arms folded over his chest.

Contains spoilers for the current manga arc, up to chapter 380.

#oisuga #kurotsuki #oikawa x sugawara #kuroo x tsukishima #iwasuga #iwaizumi x sugawara #ushijima x oikawa #ushioi #atsunoya #haikyuu!! #fic recs

[soft-boy-writes]

A Pen..?

Sero Hanta X Reader

Word Count: 2,401

Warnings: NSFW, Hair Pulling, Biting, Degradation

A/N/: Welcome to our next sever collab everyone!!! I worked really hard on this and I hope you all enjoy!!! I had a lot of fun writing this, especially because it’s Sero! Thank you so much for reading! Now, onto the text!

Delicate hands pulled the ends of the ribbon, and you watched as the bow slowly collapsed into itself. You lifted up the lid and were surprised to see pink crinkle paper. Your fingers digged around inside of the surprisingly cute packaging until your fingers grazed something thin and small. At first you jolted in surprise. You were new to this after all. It wasn't everyday you signed up for sex with a random stranger. You sighed. You needed to get your nerves under control. Pulling the unknown object out you looked at it.

A confused expression formed across your face. "A pen?..", you said aloud. That's it?.. It was a standard black ballpoint pen. Something you'd see in a bank or on a teacher's desk. You sighed and placed it onto the side of your desk. That couldn't be all there was... You dug around some more and smiled when you touched something that felt like paper. Pulling it out, you got a better look at it. It was a note and a pretty looking one too... It had a beautiful reflective rose gold colored cover and intricate details of Sakura petals could be found hidden beneath the surface of the iridescent film. 

Whoever sent it clearly wanted to make an impression. After staring at it, for probably way too long, you flipped it open. It was a pretty straight forward letter that gave a thank you and listed an address along with a phone number. Your eyes widened a bit. You took another look at the address... Wait! You looked closer, wiping your eyes to double check. Wasn't it Sero's address!? As in your neighbor Sero?! As in Sero Hanta!?

Your face grew warm. What was he thinking?! What were you thinking?.. Did he know!? Oh god if he knew you'd just about die... You groaned. You would've felt better if it had been a scam. Whining, you took another look at the address. Yeah... it was Sero's... You wanted to be disappointed but at the same time... You did always think he was a cutie. His wide smile and kind attitude made it hard for him to not be. You had actually formed quite the hard crush on him since he moved into your apartment complex 7 months ago. This could be your chance. A really good one too... There was only one choice to make from here....

Your fingers trembled over the call button on your phone.You needed to calm down. It was only a call... You took a deep breath and stared at the glowing screen. What would you say? He definitely would recognize your voice over the phone! Wouldn't he? Before your thoughts persisted any further, you felt your phone begin to vibrate in your hands and jumped, causing you to drop it onto the floor. Taking a moment to recollect yourself, you looked down to see who had been calling you.It was the number you had dialed! You quickly answered the phone, flustered that you had been spooked by something like that. 

"A-ah! Yes?..", you asked, the shakiness in your voice present. “Hello?..”, a familiar voice spoke from the other line. Shitshitshitshitshit! It was his number! You bit into your lip nervously. What were you supposed to say? ‘Oh hey, you’re talking to your neighbor. The one who lives two apartments down. Yeah I was just looking for a good fucking!’-No! “Hello?..”, Sero asked again after not receiving an answer. “U-um, yeah?”, you spoke anxiously. He laughed. Was he uncomfortable too. “So… uh… I got your number after receiving an email that you had gotten the package?..” It was more of a question than an answer. 

“Uh, y-yeah… I… received it…” Did he know it was you?.. “Ah! Good! Sorry if it was weird to call you. I just figured it’d be easier if I contacted you… I thought it might make you more comfortable…”, he explained. You smiled a little. He was always so considerate. “So when should we meet?”, he asked. Fuck, you forgot about the sex part for a moment. Your heart raced but you took a deep breath. You were already in deep, might as well go an extra mile. You put on your most confident voice and spoke clearly. “I can meet you soon…”, you spoke as you stood up and walked into your room. 

Placing your phone on your dresser, you clicked on the speaker button. You opened up your top drawer. It was filled with beautiful lingerie sets. “Oh? Really? What time should I be over? Or are you coming to my place?”, he asked. Tapping on your chin, you hummed in thought. “Maybe… In ten minutes?” He made a sound of surprise. “T-ten minutes?! A-are you close enough to get to me with that much time?”, he asked. You laughed a little. He was so cute!

“Yeah, just let me get changed and I’ll be over in a sec.”. You replied. “O-oh, should I um… Hang up?” Seriously? He was going to see you naked soon and that’s what he’s worried about. Your lips curled into a smile once more. To think, you were so nervous a few moments ago… This was Sero for crying out loud. One of the sweetest guys you’ve ever met. He was an absolute gentleman. “No, don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

He let out a small ‘Okay’ and you began to undress. You had chosen one of your more simple sets, a short, silky, off-white slip with lace details along the v-neck neckline and bottom hemline. You paired it with a white garter set and lace stockings. To top it off, you slipped on a dusty pink a-line dress that stopped at your mid thigh. “Are you still there?”, you asked as you pulled some deep red kitten heels. “Oh! Yes! I am!”, he replied quickly. You quickly checked yourself over in the mirror and gave a soft sigh. Okay… It was finally time. 

You grabbed your phone and the pen, stepping out of your apartment and closing it behind you. It only took two minutes of silence before you arrived in front of his door. “I’m here…”, you said quietly. You heard shuffling and ended the call. The door opened and there he was. “Sero…”, you spoke and looked into his eyes. He blushed darkly and his lips trembled. “Oh fuck me.”, he said in shock. You smiled. “Well that is what I’m here for!”, you said with a giggle. He averted his eyes and began to stutter. “How did you- Where did you- Me? Know?-” You stepped forward as he frantically spoke and pressed a finger to his lips. Pressing your body against his, you slid a hand up and rested on his shoulder, your other one getting dangerously close to the zipper of his pants. “Shhh… I’ll tell you later but for now, I think we should just get started.”, you whispered to him.

He sucked in a breath when he felt you press your fingers against his crotch. You hummed confidently and gently pushed him back into his unit, quickly turning back to lock the door. In an instant, you were being pressed against it and gasped when you felt his fingers dig into your thighs and hoist you up. Your back arched and you looked up at him. To think, he was so submissive a few seconds ago. He gave you a cocky smile. Shit. That was hot. You felt a heat begin to pool between your thighs and let out a surprised moan when his lips attacked your neck. Your eyes rolled back and you closed them tightly. Biting your lip, you smiled and tugged at the T-shirt he wore. “Excited?..”, you asked through a breathy moan. He only grunted and you laughed. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you brought cookies over in those tight pajama shorts.”, he spoke into your neck and moved up to bite into the cartilage of your ear. 

Your legs tightened around his waist and tugged at his hair. “F-fuck. You mean the ones that ride up all the time?”, you asked, a shiver running down your spine. You couldn’t believe this was happening. And that it felt so good. “Yeah those fucking ones.”, he replied, this time biting into your neck. That was it, you need more. You brought your hands to the sides of his face and tugged it up to yours, messily kissing his lips. He moaned instantly and you gasped. His tongue brushed against yours and you gave him access. He wrapped his appendage around yours in a smooth motion, melting into the kiss more and more. You gripped his hair and desperately began to grind your hips against his, eager for some sort of friction. A hand of his found a way to your chest and he roughly squeezed a tit. You moaned even more and whined when he pulled his lips away. He chuckled, a string of saliva still connecting you two. Your lips were now chapped from the kiss and the lipgloss you wore had smudged, making its way onto his lips instead.

“I would take you right here but think I’ll save that for some other time.”, he spoke and lifted you up and away from the door. You held onto him and he carried you over to his room. He shut the door with his foot and placed you onto the ground. You didn’t wait another moment and your fingers jolted forward to the hem of his shirt. You tugged it upwards to remove it. He raised his arms and allowed you to take it off. You held in a breath when you got a look at his chest. “Holy hell, you’re built like an ox.”, you said without thinking and he bit back a smile. Reaching out, you trailed your fingers over his chest and brought them down to his abdomen. He shivered at your touch and you kept note of it. You brought a hand down to his crotch once again only this time keeping it there. 

Your fingers rubbed against the tight denim of his jeans and you licked your lips hungrily. You hadn’t even seen it but you wanted a taste. Unzipping his jeans and pulling down his boxers, you watched as his cock sprang free. You almost moaned when you saw how big he was. You felt your pussy tighten at the thought of him entering you and wrapped a hand around him. “You’re fucking huge.”, you said and began to gently move your hand. His head fell back and he moaned. He had to be at least 10 inches and definitely girthy. “Can I lick it?” you asked. You could practically feel your mouth watering. He could only nod, his eyes shut tightly.

You brought yourself down to your knees and stared up at his swollen red tip. It looked delicious. You gave an experimental lick and he gasped. His fingers flung into your hair and you smiled. “So sensitive…”, you murmured against him. “I wonder how many times you've thought about this. About me sucking your giant needy cock.”, you teased. He whined. A good response. You licked again, starting from the base and making your way to the top. “Ah, fuck…”, he moaned once more. It sounded so beautifully sinful coming from him. Deciding against taking any longer, you took him into your mouth. He gasped. “Shit!”, he sighed and you hummed around him. He made your mouth so full. You stared up at him, a blissed out expression worn on his face.

Fuck you wanted to see more of that, but before you could move on your own, his hands tangled into your hair and he began to use your mouth. He looked down at you. “Fuck you’re taking it all.”, he panted out. “I bet you like this too, don’t you?”, he asked but chuckled. “Oh wait, your mouth is full. It’d be rude of me to expect an answer.”, he continued. You moaned around him. He was using you so well. Your fingers shifted down and under your dress, meeting your dripping cunt. You moaned once more when you finally gave yourself the contact you needed. “Fuck you’re touching yourself.”, he moaned more. You rolled the tips of your pointer and middle fingers against your clit and whined. He was so deep in your mouth. His dick slipped in and out with ease, your saliva collecting over his shaft and dripping onto his balls. 

“Oh fuck..! Keep going like that!”, he groaned and pulled your head closer. His speed increased and you choked a bit. He halted for a second but watched as your eyes pleaded for him to give you more. Anything. Everything. You pulled your underwear to the side and inserted two fingers inside of yourself, humming in satisfaction. You were so helplessly wet. He grunted and watched as you fingered yourself. “Keep doing that. Ah- shit. Cum for me you slut.”, he moaned. You blushed darkly at his words fucked yourself faster. The pressure of your orgasm building up. “Come on. Keep going. I wanna see you cum from sucking my dick.”, he encouraged with a groan. Your mouth hung open as he quickened his pace even further. “Come on… Cum for me… Ah shit..!”, he moaned. Your fingers sunk all of the way in and your moaned clenching around them. You were gonna cum.. Fuck! You were so close! Sero shoved his dick all the way into your mouth and you let out a muffled scream. You curled your fingers against your g spot, eyes rolled back. You were cumming! 

Sero followed you and groaned loudly. “Ah! Fuuuck!”, he cried out. You pushed him all the way down your throat, swallowing and sucking as his seed spilled into you. His thrusts slowed and eventually he pulled out of your mouth. You looked up at him in a daze and he breathed heavily. He smiled but it wasn’t the cute smile you had been used to seeing. This one was sexy, confident. It sent an excited chill up your spine. “If you think I’m finished with you, then you're wrong.”, he said and wiped his chin with the back of his wrist. You trembled at his next words.

  “Cause I’m not stopping until you can’t walk. After all... you still need your night in heaven.”

#sero x reader #n*fw #sero n*fw #server collab #support other writers #writers supporting writers #im going to hell #im sorry

[woogurl]

DISCLAIMER: I DO WOOSAN ANALYSIS IF YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT YOU ARE FREE TO IGNORE MY POST. :)

soooo, someone sent me this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYS5qWf0nmE

the reason i’m posting this is because, do you guys remember me doing a post about woosan sexuality a while back? https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/619124118372155392/ive-been-meaning-to-make-this-post-a-while-ago i posted this May 25th, she recorded this June 17th and posted it today June 30th.

there’s a few things i wanted to touch up on because a lot of this resonated with the conclusion i came up with a while back on my own. back then these were just assumptions i made on my own, but seeing a tarot reader mention these things just blows my mind. i should mention that if you don’t believe in tarot at all then this is a post that you’ll probably want to skip. but the points i’m gonna be making are how so much of what she said resonated with my post a while ago.

i’m only gonna be mentioning things i feel are important to woosan, ‘cause this is a woosan tumblr after all. x)

first of all, i don’t know a lot about tarot, but what she’s apparently doing is called a personality reading where she gathers info about a person’s personality...obv.

annnyway, she mentions @ 1:34 that San is sort of like an authoritative/parental figure where he has control over something. we know how san is very caring towards the members almost like a parent. in this case i do feel like he’s particularly caring to woo as well. do you remember my post in regards to woo being a little which i no longer think is the case. https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/619011893437349888/so-im-here-again-with-an-entirely-different-kind  but you can refer to this post just to see what i mean about san taking care of woo.

@ 3:18 is a big one for me because you guys remember me talking about me thinking san suffers from insecurity and low self-esteem because his sexuality? 

listen to @ 3:30, like remember i posted this a month ago. 

now go to 6:50, like....lmfao her reaction. the two cards san got were prince and gambler. which as she says speaks for itself. she mentions that san likes someone who is masculine/bad boy who is also charming. like i can’t make this up. and i remember saying woo is the masculine type. and it was funny to me because a lot of people in the woosan community think that woo is submissive, but as i stated before i do not think woo is. whether he can be sub is not the question, because like i’ve stated before i think woo is versatile, but his personality is very masculine and i mentioned that in the woosan who tops and bottoms post. https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/615181006600896512/who-bottoms-and-who-tops-in-woosan-now-i-think 

now, before seeing this, i thought san would like someone completely submissive. but we know that he’s attracted to woo, and i always thought that san was attracted to woo’s submissive side and just dealt with woo’s domineering personality. but it seems like we were wrong, or at least i was wrong about what san was into. because he’s attracted to woo because woo is literally his type. like you can’t tell me it wasn’t like she wasn’t describing woo. lol. but yeah, i was just like so shocked to see this because so much of it resonated with the things i mentioned before.

hope u all enjoyed.

#woosan #wooyoung #san #ateez

[royal-confessions]

I may have been presumptuous but I don’t think I was rude. I wasn’t the one calling someone a dick. The confession I sent in was months ago but it wasn’t before February. I assumed you just didn’t post it because of your own political beliefs since you never posted my Kamala sleeps with men like Meghan to get higher position confession. If you posted that one over a month ago I wouldn’t have assumed. But you didn’t.

i m pretty sure there was more than one “meghan sleeps with men to get what she wants” blah blah blah confessions ever since her relationship with harry became public, so,

1) that’s repetitive which is actually stated in our faq

2) what does Harris’s personal life have anything to do with royals??? i can understand if a politician is meeting a royal or have something like a partnership or similar looks/ fashion ect with a royal - that would be relevant. but Harris’ relationships have nothing to do with this blog which is royal-confessions, ur Harris-Meghan submission would be more suitable for a blog which deals with US politics so u’ve got the wrong blog. i deleted that submission just like i deleted all those irrelevant confessions about Biden/Trump in the events leading up to the elections , dont use this blog to promote ur own political agenda. go do it on ur own twitter or facebook or whatever

“ If you posted that one over a month ago I wouldn’t have assumed. But you didn’t. “  ----------> like i said before to u, u could have asked me simply whether i received ur 1st submission & id have explained why to u but u didnt. u waited until not long ago & just jumped on me with wrong accusation . remember u r anonymous like many others, id not know u sent these two submissions (not to mention i never receive ur 2nd one, i clearly remember i have never seen anything like what u described earlier)

so yeah u were being  presumptuous bc u accuse me of things without checking first and as the audience of ur message, yes u were rude. why dont u try go out and just accuse someone in the public for their political beliefs or whatever and then tell me if they think u r being polite or rude

[theres-a-goldensky]

16 + 2 Reddie Fic Recs pt. 2

I’m back and still on my Bill Hader bullshit, so here’s another round of Reddie fic recs, because I can’t stop reading and sometimes sifting through the insane amounts of fic is a nightmare. So if you feel my pain and need some (at least in my opinion) fun stories, then come along with me on a magical journey filled with men crying during sex, hypochondria, and your mom jokes.

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

IT chapter 2 list part one - Reddie

Good Omens fic 

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

Various BL Series fic (fandoms: Love By Chance, TharnType, 2Moons series, My Engineer, Until We Meet Again, 2gether, History3: Trapped)

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

All my recs are completed, almost all of them are post-It chapter 2. * - denotes a favorite

1. I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - ~10,000 words, teen - The history of Eddie and Myra’s marriage shown through their posts on reddit. The voices here are great, and it really feels like reading the reddit forums, down to the people sleuthing through their past posts and comments to try and figure out if what they’re saying is real or an elaborate troll.

 r/relationships

Posted by u/martymcfly6xo 7 months ago

 My (39F) husband (39M) likes horrible stand-up comedy. How can I stop him from bringing this up in front of our mutual friends?

For the last year or so my husband has been watching a lot of stand-up comedy on youtube. I want him to have something relaxing to do (he works a lot and gets really invested in his ‘hands-on’ hobbies in a way I’m not sure is good for him) but I was very puzzled by this discovery as he likes very crass acts and that is certainly not the kind of humor hubby usually enjoys...

2. all of the kids back home believing much more than you do by eatcheeseliveforever - ~11,000 words, explicit - This is a fix-it fic, which is becoming more and more rare in this fandom as we collectively started deciding that Eddie Kaspbrak doesn’t need to be brought back to live, because he never died in the first place, dammit. It has some great pining by Richie. You can really feel his grief and desperation as he searches for a way to get Eddie back. The other Losers are great in this too, especially Mike with his whales.

"A boat, actually," murmured Mike.  "I'm on a whale-watching cruise."

Richie mouthed the words "whale watching cruise" to himself.  Empirically he knew such things existed, that they happened not far away from the coast where he lived, but it felt like several fucking galaxies away from where he was, surrounded by the ghosts of takeouts and blackouts past and the actual ghost-ghosts, who he couldn't step in or stub his toe on at three in the morning, but hurt so much worse.

"He said you've been googling resurrection rituals."

Richie scrounged through his pile of empties, hoping one wasn't.  "Bill talks too much."

"Richie."  A sigh, or a wave, or a really quiet whale.  "You're not going to find a resurrection ritual on Google."

"I've found hundreds," said Richie.  "Funny thing, though, they all seem to call for orgies.  Or virgin sacrifices.  Or sacrificing someone's virginity in an orgy.  I'm hoping Ben will volunteer as tribute."

3. * - you’ve got the answers to my confessions by QueerOnTilMorning - ~17,000 words, explicit - This is the good stuff right here. Richie accidentally sexts Eddie and Eddie is IN. TO. IT. This fic starts with excellent phone sex, there’s misunderstandings and confessions in the middle, and then it ends with super hot sex. There’s a brief part with karaoke that was a bit of a lull in the story, but doesn’t take away from how great the rest is.

     suck on ur tongue  

     show u how much I missd that mouth  

     when u start getting weak in the knees  

     thats when ill get on mine  

 He set the phone aside to unzip his pants, palming himself through his boxers, already half-hard.

 Then he froze.

 The text he had just replied to--it was what he'd expected Travis to say, but it wasn't how Travis would say it. That text began with a capital letter and contained punctuation. That text was from--

 "Oh, fuck, no," Richie whispered, and his phone rang.

 Incoming call: Eds

4. * -  L'Appel du Vide by Mackem - ~92,000 words, teen - I know, I know, almost 100k and no sex, but hear me out! The pining in this fic is so exquisitely beautiful and wrenching. Eddie’s POV is excellent and feels really spot on. The other Losers are well represented, especially Ben and Bev. In fact, the group dynamics here are almost as good as the relationship stuff. The later chapters bring in a subplot about the deadlights that I wasn’t that interested in, but it’s still done really, really well, and that’s only a side plot that doesn’t impact that exceptional story of Eddie and Richie figuring out how to stop being dummies.

Two messages, however, are from Stanley, sent to him privately. He opens them, and is met with a picture of Richie, apparently taken without him realising.

It shows him laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners behind his glasses, and his smile bright and broad as a hand gestures wildly in the air. The other hand is in his hair, pushing it out of his eyes as he tilts his head back, displaying the line of his throat beneath his stubble.

The breath is punched from Eddie at the sight of it.

He stares at it for a long moment, surprised by the depth of his reaction. His stomach is swirling happily, a bubble of excitement growing at the pit, and he cannot help but feel a heated flush build at his cheeks.

It’s probably just because Richie looks like he’s enjoying himself. It’s good to see his friend having fun. That has to be it.

Then he reads Stan’s message.

Stan: He was talking about you. He does that a lot.

5. my love a beacon in the night - by zach_stone - ~4500 words, explicit - Richie is on the road doing shows through Christmas. His friends have a surprise for him. I know it’s almost Valentine’s Day, but it’s never the wrong time for a fluffy Christmas story imo.

 “Yep, just got to my hotel,” Richie says. “Now I’m getting ready for my big Christmas Eve plans.”

 Eddie snorts. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

 “Well according to my TV guide, they’re doing a rerun of The Mistletoe Promise, so I’m all fuckin’ set,” Richie says, grinning when Eddie laughs. On Eddie’s end of the line, he hears the sound of cars passing by, the muffled chatter of people, and says, “Are you outside?”

 “Huh? Oh, yeah,” Eddie says.

 Richie glances at the clock on the nightstand. It’s after ten; Eddie’s not one to be wandering around Times Square after dark. He frowns slightly. Eddie’s been unusually vague about his holiday plans, so Richie has no clue what he’s up to this evening. Not that it’s any of his business. Maybe he’s started seeing someone and is spending the holidays with them. Richie has a sudden image of Eddie, arm-in-arm with some generically pretty woman, taking in the lights and decorations around the city. It opens a pit in his stomach.

6. Coming Back and Coming Out: Richie Tozier's 2019 by Lunatical - ~2000 words, teen - I genuinely adore the mixed media fics that this fandom has spawned. This one is an excerpt from a magazine interview with Richie as he restarts his career.

Slouched on his couch in a cheesy Hawaiian shirt and torn-up jeans, Richie Tozier looks exactly like the manchild he is describing himself to be. Next to him, sitting up straight and dressed in a lovely suit that most people would consider appropriate for an interview, his husband rolls his eyes.

When we scheduled this interview, Tozier insisted we hold it at their house, citing a desire for the interview to be “as chill as possible”—in his own words, of course. He argued that seeing the two of them in their usual environment would help me get a better idea of the kind of relationship they have. After walking into their apartment and seeing the way they’ve decorated the place, I have to admit that I can understand why.

7. baby, there’s no other superstar by kaspbrakziers - ~7000 words, mature - Another mixed media fic that shows the progression of Richie and Eddie’s relationship and Richie’s career through tweets, texts, and interviews. Eddie not knowing how to turn off the capslock on his phone absolutely sent me.

Search history

Today Sunday, 13 November 2016

should i get a divorce? - Google Search

Unhappily Married: Should I get a divorce? - Yahoo Answers

10 Signs Your Marriage Is Over - Buzzfeed

how to divorce? - Google Search

How To File For Divorce (With Pictures) - wikiHow

how to divorce someone without them getting angry? – Google Search

can you divorce someone without telling them? - Google Search

8. Goes on Trips for the Scenery by InkandOwl - ~4500 words, teen - Eddie dies and then comes back to life and tries to get some perspective. I liked the conversations between Eddie and Richie and then way that Eddie starts to take care of himself. The end is really sweet.

If cosmic power and a literal alien space clown’s death wasn’t going to bring him back to life, Eddie was certain that the terrible pain of hearing Richie beg, his tears dropping onto Eddie’s face, probably would’ve done it. He feels sick just thinking about it. About what it all means. “Yeah, Rich, I will.” He could throw a jab at him, tell him something about eating like an adult for once, but he wants to be easy with him right now. Richie deserves it. “You’ll text, right?”

Richie looks down at the prepaid cricket phone in Eddie’s hand and laughs, “There’s no fucking way that thing gets texts.”

“It does.” Eddie grins, “You could call too.”

The fight drains from Richie, his shoulder slumping and he sighs, “Yeah, Eds, I’ll call.”

9. cause i'm about to blow that back out by thotgreeves - ~5000 words, explicit - Here, have some porn. Eddie wears lingerie and Richie loses his goddamn mind. Features submissive top Richie and his unending boner for Eddie.

Richie really should have learnt to never underestimate Eddie Kaspbrak by now. It had come close to killing Richie once, but Eddie might actually be trying to finish him off.

Because the other perk of always letting Eddie go ahead of him was that it gave Richie a prime view of Eddie's ass. Eddie knew about this part and was okay with it. He was wearing a high-waisted pair of slacks that Richie was pretty sure came from the women's section, slightly loose in the legs but nicely filled out by his ass. Richie had been very vocal in the past about how hot they got him, which signaled that Eddie definitely wanted to have sex tonight, and that was already enough to make Richie's dick twitch in excitement. He hadn't been prepared for the finishing blow.

Richie's eyes were fixed, pendulum-like, on how Eddie's slacks were hugging his butt perfectly with every step he took, tight enough to show off the outline of his underwear. Only the folds didn't sit where Richie had expected them to. Instead, Richie realized, his mouth going dry, that in the absence of boxers, there was only a V-shaped crease running from Eddie's hips to between his asscheeks, which could only mean-

Eddie was wearing a thong.

10. * - I’ll Be Homo For Christmas by Amuly - ~15,000 words, explicit - Bill and Audra get a divorce, so Bill moves into Richie’s house with him. Eddie, watching all of this from New York, where he’s still married to Myra, is super, super ok and fine with it in every way.

Except then Richie started posting.

Just stupid shit, mostly with Bill. It wasn’t even real. Eddie knew Bill wasn’t gay and him and Richie were just fucking around ‘for the ‘gram!’ But the more posts Eddie scrolled past on Richie’s Instagram—

 Bill in the kitchen swatting at Richie with a spatula.

 Richie and Bill at the pound, Richie rating dogs on adoptability, Richie begging Bill to adopt a dog with him.

 Richie in the morning with bedhead, smiling blearily into the camera as Bill…

Well. Eddie couldn’t even remember what stupid thing Bill was supposed to be doing in the background of that photo because his eyes couldn’t get past Richie’s bedhead and shirtless torso, chest hairs creeping up towards his collarbones and the little dip at the base of his throat.

Eddie hadn’t thought he was homophobic. But he must have some unresolved issues with it, because he got a stomachache every time he looked at that photo of Richie. Eddie popped a Tums and resolved to talk about it with his therapist.

11. A High-Five is a Hug You Can Hit by Amuly - ~26,000 words, explicit - This fic shows us times throughout their friendship when Eddie and Richie would invent reasons to touch each other without even knowing why. This author feels the same bone deep conviction about Richie crying during sex that I do, and I greatly appreciate that. Plus, all of their stories are fantastic, including this one.

“You know, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is feeling like you’re warm. So like, your body gets so cold that it gets hot, and then you start taking off your clothes-”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Eddie?” Richie shot back at him without turning around.

“Why don’t you ask your sister how much she liked it last week!” Eddie hollered up at him. Richie just flipped him off without looking. That kinda… bugged Eddie. What the fuck did Richie think he was doing leading up the group with Bill? Why was he stuck back here with Stan? Eddie glanced over at Stan, who was trudging tiredly through the woods alongside him, breath puffing out in little clouds of smoke.

“Okay, Stan?”

Stan glanced over at him, confused. Then he shrugged. “Yeah, fine. Cold.”

“Well that’s better than feeling warm.” And now Eddie was back on track. “Because, if anyone starts feeling warm, they should tell the others immediately. That’s a sign of hypothermia. And we have to warm you up. But you have to do it gradually, you can’t just jump in like, a pot of boiling water-”

12. * - fall apart of stay intact by kaspbrak_kid - ~19,000 words, teen - A more melancholy take on the Christmas fic. This story takes Richie’s self-esteem issues and mental problems and amps them up in a way that feels entirely realistic. The gang comes together to celebrate Christmas, and everyone is walking on eggshells because last Christmas was a bad one for Richie. Also, Eddie moves into the house literally right next to Richie’s, and I find that detail endlessly charming.

“Five minutes ago. I called you, and you didn’t answer. Because you were outside, apparently, fucking...stargazing in December! With no hat on!”

“It’s about the Vitamin D!” Richie says. Now that he’s moved a little, he can really feel the cold—his ears are aching, and his face is numb. “Reflecting off the moon, or something. I have seasonal depression, you know!”

“You have seasonal stupidity,” Eddie mutters, audibly rubbing his hands together. “Just get inside.”

“Yours or mine?” Richie jokes.

Eddie doesn’t get the memo. “Mine, obviously. I’ll make you hot chocolate.”

“Oh,” Richie says, and sits up. “Um. Okay, be right there.”

“Oh, thank god,” Eddie says, and hightails it to his back door, cursing about the cold.

13. evidence of a happier future by lagaudiere - 23,000 words, mature - I am here, leading the Jealous!Eddie revolution. Why aren’t there more fics about this. Have you SEEN Eddie Kaspbrak, can you IMAGINE him jealous? Make this happen, fandom. Anyway, in this one, Richie has a boyfriend back in LA. Eddie has trouble dealing with that as he tries to figure himself out and pick up the pieces of his life post-Derry.

“It’s not gonna be like Mike’s announcement, don’t worry,” Richie says hastily. “And it’s not like, a huge thing, so don’t make it a huge thing. But you guys are like, my best friends, and I just wanted you to know that I’m, uh. Gay.”

He turns up his palms and raises his eyebrows in a gesture that suggests a magician presenting his audience with an empty hat after making the rabbit disappear, and Eddie says, “Are you joking?”

“What? Jesus, no, Eddie.” Richie’s face falls, and Eddie instantly feels guilty. “I’m trying to be sincere here.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says immediately, feeling all of their friends looking at him with reproach. “I was just — if you weren’t, I wouldn’t think you should… joke about it.”

“Well, I am,” Richie says. He sounds slightly put out — and who wouldn’t be, Eddie scolds himself, by that ridiculous response. “I have all the gay credientials. I have a boyfriend, partner, whatever people say. I don’t really tell people because of the whole, stage persona, thing. But yeah.”

“Richie!” Bev’s voice breaks through the awkwardness, and she reaches across the table to squeeze his hand. “Thank you for telling us. Really.”

And the others all join in, a chorus of voices telling Richie they love him and they’re proud of him, and Ben is saying, “I wanna see a picture of the guy!” and Eddie’s throat feels like it’s closing up.

14. The ‘Do Not Fucking Touch Me’ Tour by MellytheHun - ~23,000 words, explicit - It’s Richie’s comeback special, and he makes it a big one. This...isn’t really a comedy show, but the author lampshades that. It’s an excuse to have Richie talk about how much he loves each of his friends individually, and it’s extremely entertaining. Richie doesn’t know that Eddie is in the audience watching it all.

“Hey, uhm… Eddie… he couldn’t reschedule his thing? He - I mean... it… it was really that important?”

She feels awful for him immediately, but not wanting to spoil what would ultimately be a lovely surprise, she tells him, “I’m sorry, Rich. He said it was urgent. He was really sorry about it.”

Her phone buzzes with a text from Eddie right as Richie curses under his breath, missing the noise. She clutches her phone more tightly in her fist, knowing Eddie is wondering where his seat is going to be; she bought him a separate ticket, elsewhere in the theatre, so Richie wouldn’t catch him sitting among them, as he will absolutely, inevitably look over to the Losers for most of the show.

“Okay,” Richie surrenders sadly, “Uh - I guess he’ll see it eventually, right?”

Smiling forlornly at him, she pats his arm, and tells him, “don’t worry, Richie. Your genius will inevitably be forced upon us all.”

He smiles at her, gives her a kiss on the cheek, and when Bill jokingly asks why he didn’t get one, Richie flips him off, and reminds them to treat themselves to the bar in the lobby.

Once he’s backstage, Beverly takes her phone out, and emails Eddie his ticket, explains that she’s already convinced Richie he’s not coming, and to make sure he doesn’t show up too early, or Richie will notice.

15. The List by cissues - ~7000 words, teen - Eddie finds a list he wrote as a teenager. Richie tries his best to fulfill them all. This is very sweet.

‘ All the things I want. Everything I’m not allowed to have. A perfect summer. ”

The words hit gentler than he thought they would, but they still hit and he finds himself blinking away at a wetness at the corner of his eye. He wipes at it and sniffles and Richie peers sidelong at him to make sure he’s okay. He is, he’s fine, and Richie never dotes on him when things are, generally, okay. Only when he needs it, which is one of the many things he loves about what they have now.

“This is… this is like a fucking  bucket list  for the most repressed child in the world.” Richie says, breathless.

Eddie rolls his eyes to hide the sting. “You’re looking at him,” he says, bitter. Richie frowns at him but turns back to the paper. Another thing Eddie loves, Richie never takes his trauma-induced bait. His knee-jerk reactions developed over years of what he’s now comfortable enough to call abuse.

16. Richie Tozier Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions by DeadpanMage - ~2000 words, teen - This is a short one, but the transcript of this popular YT video format with Richie felt spot on in terms of characterization and Richie’s voice.

[Back to the text screen: “So WIRED asked Richie Tozier some of the internet’s burning questions.” Cut back to Richie, now holding a poster board with several Google autocomplete searches half covered.]

Richie: I’ve undergone something of a rebranding in the past year, so I wonder how many of these questions are going to be super irrelevant-slash-embarrassing. Probably all of them. Let’s get started! [He tears the covering off of the first question.] Alright, that’s not bad. “How to pronounce Richie Tozier?” Well, we’re only on question one and I’ve already said it like a hundred times so there you go. And that’s “Richie Tozier” spelled J-O-H-N M-U-L-A-N-E-Y, so if you’ve got any complaints be sure to send them that way. Next question!

You can check out a larger list of stories I’ve enjoyed in my AO3 bookmarks. And finally, if you’re interested, here are the two fics I’ve written:

1. Waiting For a Sign - ~6000 words, explicit - Eddie meets Richie again and comes to the startling realization that he totally wants to hit that.

Maybe if Richie wasn’t famous, Eddie could have found a way to let it go. A couple furtive jerk off sessions in the shower after he got back to New York and the image of Richie’s big hands and wide smile and improbably flattering stubble would fade from his mind.

But Richie was famous, and the internet never forgot.

Eddie lasted three days before giving in and typing ‘Richie Tozier’ into the YouTube search bar. Just seeing Richie in the thumbnails was enough to make Eddie’s heart thud, what the fuck. He had to scroll past a bunch of news videos about Richie's supposed mental breakdown, but after that he landed on some old stand-up.

Before he clicked on the first video, he got up and made sure that the door of his study was locked. Then he turned off the lights and put on a pair of earbuds.

Fake It ‘Til You Make It - ~21,000 words, explicit - It’s that totally relatable situation where the man you’re secretly in love with is a celebrity who just came out and now needs a fake boyfriend to keep himself in the spotlight. Eddie offers to help out of the goodness of his heart and not because he’s insanely fucking jealous.

Eddie froze, breath catching in his throat.

Richie looked...really good.

Bev’s influence was obvious. His hair, which had been unkempt and shaggy, a perfect match for his stoner permakid schtick, was cut much shorter and neater. His formerly unruly stubble somehow now emphasized the sharp cut of his jaw instead of obscuring it.

He wore new glasses, Eddie noticed. Slim silver metal frames instead of his giant, clunky plastic ones. The fitted black sweater and dark blue jeans were simple, but made his shoulders look impossibly broad and his legs miles long.

Fuck everything and Beverly Marsh in particular.

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I can do it chtpr 2

(Trigger warning: contains Abusive character x pregnant partner..also its short sorry)

It's been a month and their relationship is different, Hanta's become distant but when Hitoshi isn't around he becomes violent and. Its having a very visible affect on Kaminari. Especially after a week ago they found out the young Kaminari was pregnant. This only seemed to fuel Hanta's beatings more, Denki earned more bruises that he used make up to hide and since his hero costume has sleeves he's able to hide them better. Hanta hasn't hit Denki into stomach yet and Denki hopes he doesn't get to that point. The blonde is even more jumpy and easy to scare, he flinches at almost every unsuspecting touch and can't help but feel like he's baby trapping Hitoshi and Hanta. Coming out of the bathroom from a bout of morning sickness and down to the living room, Denki comes down to see Hanta laying on the couch. Denki needed to sit down as he felt dizzy from vomiting, he was nervous to ask his boyfriend if he could sit on the couch which usually never happens but. Things have changed ever since the 'incident', and poor Hitoshi didn't know or so Denki thought. Hitoshi was suspicious about Hanta and Denki's relationship, he notice that their interactions and moods towards each other had changed and it worried him. "u-um H-Hanta c-can I sit on the c-couch please?" Hanta sent him a glare and 'lightly' kicked Denki away by the hip, which had Denki stumbling for his balance. "Ew no get away" Denki whined when he felt very dizzy, Sero rolled his eyes at the other. "Go grab me a beer babe." The raven haired male demanded, Denki submissively nodded knowing he'd get 'punished' if he declined. Being pregnant his hormones changed and the smell of beer always made him sick and. Also gave him a strange feeling that could be pinned as anxiety. Going into the kitchen, Denki opened the fridge and grabbed one of the beers which seemed to trigger something in him. He froze his grip on the beer bottle tightened as his body shook, he started to feel like he was drowning or falling. He started screaming which made Hanta jump and he marched in grumbling and growling unaware as to Denki's panic attack. "What the fuck are you screaming for?!" He yelled before grabbing his beer but Denki's hold was too strong. Tears ran down his face as the blond screamed more, Hanta grew frustrated and shoved his hard into the island counter which made the blond slide down to the floor and curl up. Holding the beer bottle protectively while Hanta kicked at him while also not knowing that Hitoshi was coming home. Hanta wasn't able to hear the door open from Denki's ear piercing screaming and his own yelling and abuse. Walking in to hear screaming and yelling Hitoshi rushed over calling both names of his lovers but. Seeing the scene had him angry, Sero was yelling and kicking at Denki's curled up body, mainly head and sides. "give me my fucking beer you whore!" "you filthy shit bag stop screaming you pig!"  More verbal assaults ran from Hanta's mouth with no filter or regret. Blood begining to boil Hitoshi had his quirk at the ready. "What the hell Hanta?!" Hanta turned around and grumbled out "that bloody bastard wont sh-" With an angry glint in his eyes Hitoshi had hanta under his control. "Leave, go to your fucking parents, I don't care just leave." He spoke lowly but you could hear how much he was biting his tongue and holding himself from wanting to beat Hanta senseless. With that Hanta Sero walked out with out a word or struggle. When the door had shut, Shinsou got down to Denki who was still crying but screaming a little less as his voice began to die out from how hard he was screaming. "baby baby please calm down" He says while keeping his voice hushed which slowly seemed to at least get Denki to quiet down. Panting heavily he whimpered as he still felt like he was drowning, Hitoshi pulled Denki into his chest. Kissing his forehead and cheek and rubbing his back in small soothing circles. Shaking harshly while sniffling and hiccuping as his breathing soon calmed. "oh Denki baby, I'm so so sorry." Combing his fingers through the messy blond hair and humming sweetly into his ear. Hitoshi was happy the other wasn't as wound up, he even put the beer bottle down. "Denki can you hear me?" Denki silently nods he's still shaking and now his grip transferred to Hitoshi's shirt. "Pl-please, d-d-don't leave m-me." Denki pleaded with begging eyes, it really broke Hitoshi's heart, he already felt bad but now he felt even worse. "No no baby I wont ever leave you, not for anyone." His voice sweet like honey and like honey does, it pacified the smaller one into just whimpers and hiccups. They stayed on the floor till Denki complained that he'd felt sick to his stomach which led to him rushing to the sink. Moving the faucet head, Hitoshi shifted to be able to move Kaminari's bangs out of the way of the stream of vomit the other gave out. When he was done, Hitoshi offered Kaminari some seltzer water to help relax him which the blond drank. "why don't we go and lay on the couch babe, how does that sound?" Denki nods so, keeping his arm around Denki's waist to get his boyfriend to the living room. Helping onto the couch and into a comfortable position with Shinsou as the main 'body pillow'. It wasn't long before the young Kaminari was crying into Shinsou's chest. Letting him cry it out, soaking his shirt in the process Hitoshi didn't care as long as his boyfriend would feel better. "Sshh its alright Den I know it was scary but I'm here now love and. I wont let anyone hurt you" Holding out his pinky shyly Denki asked "pr-promise?" Hitoshi grinned and they locked pinkies.

#short chapter #mpreg #bnha all grown up #aged up bnha #serokamishin #abusive sero #shinkami

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Maybe

Chapter one: But that’s okay

Story Premise: Riley comes to terms with her feelings for her friends, her life at court, and her future in Cordonia. I have no idea how long the story will actually be. Kind of cannon, kind of my own story. I’ve taken the general plot but threw away what I didn’t like. Ha.

Story will be NSFW with sexual material, cussing, and mature themes.

Everything is owned by Pixelberry and I’m just using the characters.

Chapter Premise: set up for the story. Riley and Hana discuss their feelings. Hint of sex.

October the first

“Liam,” Riley said as the music swelled.

She and Liam were dancing, her favorite thing to do when they were together. They were at another ball, really just disguised as an excuse for nobles to gather and rub elbows and show off wealth. Eyes were pried on Liam and Riley, wholly lost in their little world, wondering when or if they would ever get engaged. Madeleine and Liam’s engagement ended six months ago, but Riley wasn’t ready to be a queen at the time.

Riley and Liam were ‘courting,’ as the media presented it, but honestly, Riley wasn’t tied to anyone. Over the social season and engagement tour, Riley found she loved all of her friends in a different way.

Hana was kind, sweet, and thoughtful. Riley had kissed Hana more than once or twice; it wasn’t a mistake or fluke. Riley liked kissing Hana— her kisses were as sweet as honey.

Drake was super masculine, chiseled in a ‘lumberjack’ way, and incredibly sexy. He was strong enough for himself and Riley. His kisses were sexy and smoldering, always leaving Riley breathless.

Maxwell was handsome, caring, and always knew how to get Riley to laugh. His kisses made Riley giddy and giggly.

But Liam . . . He was regal, in every sense of the word. If there were pictures in dictionaries, he would be next to Regal. His kisses turned Riley on. Hell, the way he looked Riley over, turned her on. He was intoxicating.

“Yes, Riley?” Liam asked as he twirled her, her dress elegantly fanning.

Riley’s dress was a white ball gown, with gold swirls, sparkles, and a bodice made of gold lace. It accentuated her curves perfectly and highlighted her sea-blue eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about our conversation from a few weeks ago.”

Liam's eyes lit up. He had given her till December 31st to decide about her marriage. It had been too long for Liam to be unwed by any standards. He had also changed the law after he and Madeleine broke up. His people had been anxious, but Liam calmed their fears shortly after Anton was no longer a threat. He had won his people’s favor using Anton’s plot as a reason to push off marriage. He told Riley that if she hadn’t decided by the New Year, he would take himself out of the running for her hand and start a new Social Season the following March.

“Is that so, Lady Riley?” His face was calm, but his eyes were wild, and his heart erratic. He licked his lips.

She smiled coyly, seeing right through his façade. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Her voice was sultry, drawing him in closer. “I will have my decision made by Christmas, and I will announce it on New Year’s.”

He desperately wanted to kiss her, right then and there, but he knew it would only fuel rumors. The music was going to end— only a few more measures— so he elegantly dipped Riley, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. He grinned as he pulled her up and into a chaste hug. “Anything you want, Riley.” There was no mistaking the seduction in his voice.

Riley’s heart stuttered in response, but she held her hand out to Liam. He took her hand in his, bowed quickly, and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. His lips sent a shock through her. She would never tire of this feeling.

“Is that so, Your Majesty?” Her voice was teasing, but her eyes showed the malice she felt. Her brain was an emotional pinball machine, and Liam was the pinball. She didn’t like how Liam had acted just two weeks ago.

Liam saw the anger in her eyes and knew it was well-deserved. He was tired of waiting on Riley and had hoped his offer would prod her in the right direction. He was apologetic when he said, “Of course, Riley. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He bowed again, leaving Riley alone in her thoughts. She made her way over to her table, where Maxwell and Hana were in deep conversation. She slumped, overcome by her emotions.

She desperately needed a break from courtly life. Everyone she ever talked to at court wanted to know if she was engaged yet if she was planning on marriage if she was already married if she was pregnant, and she was tired of it. She wanted to be. She and her friends had fallen into a rhythm, and she felt no rush to get married and potentially ruin the relationships in her life. Liam had offhandedly asked if one day, she would want to carry the heir to the throne if he was never married. Just out of nowhere. During a game of chess. The humiliation she felt from that conversation forced her down further in her chair. She was furious that Liam had even suggested it. Like he had to have some constraints over her, even if she didn’t rule Cordonia next to him. He was so selfish. Tears of anger pricked at Riley’s eyes.

“Lady Riley, have you no shame?” Bertrand hissed, suddenly behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder blade, sinking his thumb into her skin, making her sit up straight. ”I do not care that you have Liam wrapped around your finger; you still represent House Beaumont, and you will act like a lady,” he growled.

Riley obediently sat straight but narrowed her eyes at Bertrand. “Jesus fuck, Bertrand. I don’t have the mental energy to deal with you and every other noble who wants me to bend over backwards for them,” Riley snarled. “I have my Duchy. Must I represent yours, too?”

Hana’s head whipped around, startled at the venom in her friend's voice. “Riley Alexandra Brooks!” She gasped, not really believing Riley knew or used such language.

Riley had turned to face Bertrand, her eyes glowering, challenging Bertrand to press the issue further, not even acknowledging Hana’s protests. She was sick and tired of Bertrand being down her throat about how she walked, talked, acted, and every other thing she could never do right according to him.

Bertrand, used to Riley’s temper, snagged her by the hand, and rather gracefully, dragged her out of the ballroom. Once out of sight and out of hearing range, he looked down his nose at Riley, eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Lady Riley of Valtoria, but it would do you a world of good to drop the attitude.” His voice was low, threatening. He stood, arms crossed, disapproval radiating off him.

“I’ll have you know that His Majesty is what’s gotten into me,” Riley retorted, her own anger pulsating through her veins. “Did you know, Bertrand? Did you know he was going to ask me to carry the heir of Cordonia?”

Bertrand took a step back, compassion replacing anger.

“Did you know that not three days after he asked me to give birth to the heir, he decided that I had until New Year’s to decide if I would marry him? That next March, if I’m not his glowing wife, he’s going to have another social season?” Riley was shouting by the end of her rant, arms waving around wildly. Riley was no longer able to suppress the tears that she had fought at the table. She took a step back then a deep breath to calm herself. Neither Riley nor Bertrand said anything for several minutes. Riley looked up at Bertrand, mascara running down her face, lines in her foundation from her tears, and a sense of brokenness in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Lady Riley. I had no idea,” Bertrand said, softly, apologetically. “That is a lot to absorb.”

Riley pursed her lips, trying to speak without her voice breaking, “I’m sorry for unloading on you. It wasn’t fair, and I won’t do it again.” She blinked some more, the mascara stinging her eyes.

Bertrand offered her his handkerchief, suddenly feeling sorry for Riley. He did consider her a member of House Beaumont, and more importantly, a sister. Riley’s addition in his life brought fame, his brother’s book brought fortune, and Riley’s reputation brought the Beaumonts even more social standing. He loved her in his own way, like making sure her reputation was always impeccable.

Riley wiped away her tears, embarrassed by her outburst. The way Liam had smiled at her when she told him about her plan, both upset her and pulled on her heartstrings. The thought of losing Liam to another woman, again, almost killed her. The idea of marrying him and being Queen terrified her. The thought of hurting any of her friends broke her heart.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Riley whispered, voice breaking yet again.

“Of course, Lady Riley.”

Riley walked away, still clutching Bertrand’s handkerchief.

September the Fourteenth

Riley placed her bishop right where she wanted it. “Checkmate!” She exclaimed, knowing Liam didn’t have any moves left.

Liam smiled at Riley. She had been a quick study when it came to chess, deftly picking up the game and beating him into submission almost every time they played. He looked into her eyes and saw an almost maniacal joy. She smiled, eyes dancing with victory. This made him laugh loudly.

“It seems you have bested me once again, Riley,” he admitted, knocking his king over.

“Whooooo!” Riley whooped, standing up, scattering the pieces and knocking the chessboard off the table.

She sauntered over to Liam and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She sighed contentedly and settled into his arms, inhaling the smell of his cologne.

Liam’s arms wrapped protectively around her. “Riley, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

“What is it?”

Liam paused. He drew in a deep breath, praying Riley wouldn’t flip her shit. “I’d like you to carry the heir of Cordonia. I have no intention of being married any time soon, and I’d like to secure the future for Cordonia.”

Riley flew out of his lap, turned and faced him, eyes wild with anger. “How dare you, Liam?” She demanded.

Liam stood up, towering over her, but Riley didn’t flinch or back away. All of his ‘kingly mannerisms' had no effect on Riley. “We need an heir, Riley! I thought you’d be honored. It’s an important task.”

“Honored? Task?! Are you fucking serious? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Riley stormed out of the room, slammed the door on her way out, tears pricking at her eyes. How unfair of Liam. How thoughtless. She couldn’t hold back the tears as she searched for Mara.

Bastien fled after Riley, thinking she was in danger the way she had run. “Your Grace!” He cried. “Are you in danger?”

He was at Riley’s side, one arm protectively reached out toward her. She was facing away but turned to him and he could see her tears. “Oh,” he half-whispered. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I had convinced myself you were in trouble. I heard yelling—”

“It’s fine, Bastien,” Riley cut him off. “Do you know where Mara is? Tell her I’ll be in the car.” Riley left without letting Bastien even acknowledge or respond. She couldn’t talk anymore, anger rising in her throat and holding her vocal cords hostage.

September the Seventeenth

Riley stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, head reeling from the bombshell Liam had just dropped on her. She had two hundred, sixty-one days to choose a spouse... Liam’s law. Well, technically, Cordonia’s law. But it hadn’t been implemented for over two centuries, not until Riley came along. Liam was forcing Olivia’s hand as well, but Oliva was still technically married to Anton, a widow now. Sure, it seems like a lot of time, but choosing and committing to someone should take at least two years. Liam had to be married by the following New Year’s, as he had pushed off marriage long enough.

Riley glowered at her ceiling, anger radiating from her. Duke Ramsford, who was lying on her chest, licked her nose and offered a small whimper of compassion. She looked from the ceiling to her corgi, half a smile on her face. “Thanks, boy.”

She sighed deeply, dreading the tasks ahead of her. She was going to call Hana, Drake, and Maxwell to her Duchy and have a serious conversation with them one-on-one. She hadn’t even gone on a real date with any of them. First, they had to be discreet while she was clearing her name. Then they had to be discreet as not to hurt Liam’s feelings. But each one of her friends had stopped walking on eggshells around Liam shortly after Riley was named Duchess Valtoria. Riley knew that hearts were going to be broken, including her own.

Riley called on her chambermaid, Charlotte, letting her know that she would take her meals in her room for the day. Charlotte had been another ‘present’ from Liam, so to say. Maybe consolation prize was a better word. Charlotte was a generational servant, and her whole life was dedicated to taking care of nobles and royals. She was kind and genuine; Charlotte cared for Riley in ways to which Riley wasn’t accustomed.

Riley still couldn’t wrap her head around the way people treated nobles and royals. She had been a waitress, for Pete’s sake, and now she didn’t even have to leave her bed to get food. She didn’t have to do laundry. She had tried to clean up after dinner one day, but her servants shooed her away. And her servants didn’t even mind. They lived to take care of Riley. In return, Riley paid them very well, gave them holiday bonuses, always had presents and cards for their birthdays, and they were allowed to use her main house for any event they needed. She treated them as equals, something her servants didn’t know before her.

Riley heard a knock at her bedroom door.

“Come in.”

Charlotte entered, dipping into a curtsey. “Yes, Your Grace?”

“I’m going to have breakfast in my bedroom today. I’m going to take a bath afterwards, and then I’d like to go on a walk. Please let Mara know to be ready by 11 for my walk.”

“Of course,” Charlotte said while nodding. Riley was kind and courteous to her, and she had a deep reviere and affection for her Duchess.

Riley allowed herself to have a pity party for the day, but as soon as she woke up on the eighteenth, the party was over. I have shit to do, she thought to herself as she went to bed on the seventeenth, like get engaged and married and pregnant. Ugh. She really didn’t want to see Liam marry anyone else, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to marry him. She had a choice to make, and soon.

Riley’s heart was heavy as she drifted to sleep that night.

September the twenty-fifth

Hana was nervous. Riley sounded upset on the phone when Riley had called just earlier that day. “I know you’re busy,” Riley said, “but it’s urgent.” Riley’s tone set off alarms in her mind. Hana had cleared her schedule for the rest of the day and the next, planning on spending both with Riley. Hana’s heart pounded as she pulled up to Riley’s main house. Mara stood on the steps, face carefully arranged to show little emotion.

Mara walked to Hana’s car and opened the door. “Lady Hana,” she said warmly, letting a small smile play on her lips. “It’s nice to see you.” Mara bowed slightly.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Mara.” Hana smiled at Mara while picking up a small bag of hers. They walked in comfortable silence to the house, where Riley was waiting in the doorway.

Riley was elegantly leaning against the doorframe, watching Hana thoughtfully. She smiled brightly when she saw Hana. Riley wrapped Hana in a tight hug, squeezing the air out of her.

“Ooooof, Riley!” She protested, but she hugged Riley back with just as much strength. Riley’s arms loosened slightly.

“Sorry, Hana. I’m just happy to see you.” Riley separated from Hana and looked her up and down, making Hana blush. A flirty smile played on Riley’s lips in response. “Are you hungry?”

Hana searched Riley’s face, wondering why her friend sounded broken just this afternoon. Riley’s face was guarded, not showing anything but a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “No, not really, Riley.” Hana took Riley’s hand and squeezed it. “Let’s go talk about that phone call.”

Riley dragged her feet, literally, as she made her way to her bedroom. This wasn’t going to be easy, and she knew it. Hana trailed behind her, sensing the heaviness of this conversation.

Hana had fallen in love with Riley over the social season, and even more so during Liam’s engagement tour. Hana loved how Riley always knew the right thing to say, how Riley gave her the encouragement to stand up to her parents, and the fact that Riley secured her a place in Liam’s court. She was hopeful when Riley had turned down Liam’s proposal. They had spent a few months exploring their relationship, never going on a “real date,” they didn’t know the explicit terms. They shared kisses and heavy petting, but never traveled farther than that.

Riley sat on her bed, legs crossed, worry etched on her face. Hana mirrored her actions, sitting opposite of Riley.

Riley took a deep breath. “Hana, what I’m about to tell you is going to hurt.”

Hana’s heart pounded, breaking instantly. Riley had chosen someone else and was ending things. Tears threatened to fall. She bit her lip, willing herself to suppress a whimper.

Riley reaches for Hana’s hand, looking at their interlocked fingers instead of Hana’s face. “Hana, Liam and I have had two very frank conversations.”

She is ending things, Hana thought. She couldn’t stop the tears. She stifled a sob.

“Oh, Hana,” Riley whispered. She wiped the tears from Hana’s face, then pulled her into an embrace. Riley maneuvered them so that they were laying down, Hana’s head on Riley’s chest. Riley took Hana’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Liam and I are not engaged.”

Relief flooded Hana, then confusion. Hana was still crying, but croaked out, “What?”

Riley tensed her arms around Hana. “There is an old Cordonian law which states a ruling Duke or Duchess must be married within one years’ time of claiming the title.” Riley could sense the questions Hana had, shushing Hana before she could speak. “Bertrand was the last to marry, and many looked the other way because of his father. It recently came to light that I was the only unmarried Duchess... and Cordonia isn’t happy.” Riley frowned as her hand found Hana’s hair. Her heart was breaking, too.

Hana relished the feeling of Riley’s hand in her hair. The tears had stopped, but the ache in her chest was still present. “What about Oliva?” She whispered.

“Olivia is technically a widow,” Riley answered, matching Hana’s volume.

“Oh.”

Riley paused for a minute, collecting her thoughts, knowing Hana’s was the first of many heartbreaks. Riley didn’t want to say anything that she had to.

After Riley could control her voice, she spoke. “I have until the New Years to be married. Liam has graciously talked the council down from stripping my title.”

Hana shot up, panic rising in her throat. “What does that mean for us?” Tears welled in her eyes again. Hana searched Riley’s face, not knowing what to say. Hana sat on her knees, heart breaking, head reeling. Riley’s eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t know, Hana,” Riley croaked out, “but we’ll find out together.” Riley pulled Hana down to lie next to her.

“Together,” Hana said.

Hana and Riley laid together, wiping the others tears away, kissing when it felt right, eventually losing the fight to sleep.

Riley woke in the middle of the night, her eyes heavy from the crying she had done earlier. She yawned and stretched, her arm searching for Hana, only to find an empty space next to her. The bed was still warm, so Hana couldn’t have been gone long. Riley rose from the bed, wishing she had put on pajamas before sleeping, her bra digging into her side uncomfortably. Her slacks were also digging into her sides. She stripped and donned a robe, starting her hunt for Hana.

Riley found Hana in her living room. Hana was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, reading a book. There was a fire going, filling the room with just enough light for a book. Hana heard Riley walking in the room. She smiled brightly up at Riley while placing her book down.

Riley walked over to Hana and wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Hey.”

Hana returned Riley’s affection. “Hi.”

Riley walked around the couch and sat next to Hana. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah. I woke up to use the restroom, but then I was hungry,” she admitted. “Charlotte heard me in the kitchen, so she made me a sandwich. She offered to start a fire for me, and...” Hana trailed off, waving at herself wrapped in a blanket. “Here I am. Twelve chapters in,” she laughed lightly.

“Anna Karenina, a favorite of mine!” Riley exclaimed, delighted, when she finally noticed the book in Hana‘s lap. “Have you read it before?”

“No, actually. My parents believed fictional books are frivolous, and there are ‘far more educational things to be read’,” she mocked her parents, laughing.

Riley laughed, too. “Do you like it so far?”

Hana smiled. “I do! It’s exceptional!”

“My favorite part of the book is the ice skating scene. I feel like it’s a turning point in the story. Ooh, can you speak Russian?” Riley got carried away, excited to share a favorite book with someone she cared for.

“No, just Mandarin, English, and a few sayings in French and Italian.”

Riley feigned surprise, “What, your father thought that was enough?”

They both fell back with laughter.

“Really, though, something gets lost in the translation. I learned Russian just to read the book. Or, maybe, I learned Russian as I read the book.” Riley smiled at Hana, fondly recalling her high school days.

“I can’t believe you know Russian, Riley!”

“Just enough to read Anna Karenina,” Riley laughed.

“Will you ever stop amazing me, Riley?” Hana asked before she could think to stop herself.

Riley blushed. “I hope not,” she admitted. Riley was taken over by a woman she didn’t recognize when she found herself on top of Hana, kissing her urgently. Hana kissed back with just as much ferocity. Riley’s fingers tangled in Hana’s hair, pulling on it slightly. Hana’s tongue danced on Riley’s lower lip, asking to be let in. Riley’s lips opened slightly, letting out a small moan. Riley grinded her hips on Hana’s, suddenly needing to be with her.

Hana and Riley made their way back to Riley’s bed, kissing fervently the whole time as clothes were scattered in their wake.

Their love making was urgent and pure, both telling the other how they felt.

They fell asleep as dawn began peeking through Riley’s curtains, snuggled up closely.

Nothing had really been resolved, but they were both okay with that.

#trr drake walker #trr olivia #trr penelope #trr maxwell #trr fanfic #trr choices #trr riley brooks #trr riley brooks x maxwell #trr riley x liam

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IOAMB’S REQUESTS

These are the links to the smut games 80% of these requests reference to:

 Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || Smut Game 4|| Smut Game 5

if a smut game isn’t listed in the request just pick one, if it’s a smut game with a high number chances are it’s from smut game 4 or smut game 5!

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3. If you post the story elsewhere on a different platform please give credit to this Tumblr, and send me a link, I still would love to read them!

A.C.E REQUESTS:

I see your request are open... I don’t know if you write for A.C.E but if you do can I get like a making out with Chan, please??? It could just be making out or lead to more, that could be up to you

if you are still up to it,, can i request an a.c.e junhee smut based on 'toothbrush' by dnce ? if not that's ok,, but either way thank you for staying active and i love what you do !! 💝

I want request a.c.e nerd!jun smut where you are college students and he is ur tutor and u tease him all the time pls 💛💙💚🧡❤

can i request a chan (a.c.w) thigh riding?

hi ! thank you for keeping this acc alive with quality content ,, i was wondering if you would still be willing to write sumn for a.c.e ? nothing wild,, just a soft smut for junhee based on either waste it on me (bts) or beautiful (bazzi). it doesn't matter whether it's a drabble, scenario, or bullet pointed,, but if not that's totally fine and thank you again !

Can I request a single mom au and you have been dating Junee from A.C.E for 4 months and you decide to tell him and you aon calls him oppa and everything is happy. Also can there be a little bit of angst because he is a little upset you didn't tell him. Thanks😘😘😘

A.C.E donghun literaly anything about making love at like 2 a.m.

ANIME REQUESTS:

Hi I see that you do anime request too I’m so happy because I love your writing!💕 If I can request one punch man saitima x reader(female) if the story be kind like they were married and she just found out she was pregnant 🥰 and anything else can be up too you 😊 thank you

can i request a grey vampire smut

May I request a scenario where Gilthunder meets up with the reader after not seeing them for a long time?

ATEEZ REQUESTS

I love your writings so much ahhh but I’ve never sent in a request! Could I request something with Hongjoong from Ateez pls? Super steamy, go wherever your mind takes you💋

i know you don't know ateez the much but can i request a seonghwa vampire fluff smut

Ohhh nice can i request a heated makeout session with Hongjoong?

BIGBANG REQUESTS

Heyooooo. Can I request a pure smut with T.O.P. and GD of BigBang with numbers 20,22,29,40,53,56 and 57? 😅 If it's too much, just ignore it. (srry for bad english). Thank you in advance 💕

Omg could I request from smut game no.5 BigBang’s T.O.P and numbers 33 and 88, combined if possible. L O V E your smut to DEATH! Thank you❤️

BTS REQUESTS:

Can I get an uhhhh Drabble request of joon wanting reader to ride him but she’s too shy ands he’s also obsessed with her boobs? Gracias unnie😚

Hmm I just came from watching Eat Jin/Eat Chim’s vlive so I’m having feelings... of a slightly crack, lil bit fluffy/smutty~ scenario with Jin and foodplay 😋

BTS reaction to s/o being thicc? Pretty please and thank you

Hiiii! Is there a way i may request a smutty/ fluffy jin? Like one where it's a cock warming one? I love your writing and want you to do it if you can!? Thank youuuu!!

Can I request a suga scenario where he and his girlfriend fight and he gets so mad she thinks he'll get aggressive towards her?

kim taehyung in a bandanna will forever be my kink. like could you just imagine being blinded by his favorite one when he goes down on you? or tied to the bed with them with a vibrator to your clit? or him twirling it and spanking you with it when you’re being a brat? girl 🥵 - ftta

Hello!, I love you fics. Could you write a lovesick/passionate Taehyung smut please

Yoongi getting really mad at anther member bc of whatever while his girlfriend is with them and she gets scared scenario pls :)

can you imagine sucking tae off in poor kookie’s bed? like okay you’re on your knees on the floor, completely naked. tae is on the edge of kook’s bed with his dick in your mouth, head thrown back letting out breathy moans. then poor virgin jungkook walks in and see you two and he’s just a shy bitch and he’s like “that’s.. that’s my bed” but you can see that he’s ROCK HARD as his eyes are just glued on your pussy clenching around nothing. and you and tae are just like, “wanna join?” - ftta

i’m tryna choke on tae and have him stick his fingers down my throat and smack me in the face and hold my hair in a makeshift ponytail while he fucks my face 🥵 - ftta

i want tae to choke me while i ride him into the sunset. I WANNA GET CAUGHT BY PAPA JOON AND MAMA JIN AND GET YELLED AT 😩 tae likes chocolate and i have a whole lot of it that i’m willing to share - ftta

Can you please do something where jungkook eats you out until you can’t feel your legs please?

Hey could you write a story of namjoon and hoseok and the reader being in a poly relationship. The reader is their sub/girlfriend, heavy bdsm and praise kink :3

105 w/ namkook plssss

I WAS LITERALLY SMILING SO HARD WHEN I CAME ACROSS THE “your hair looks vibrant against my dark complexion” PART THEN I JUST COULDNT STOP SMILING OMG. well here’s some more thoughts. i keep having this daydream of tae eating me out after he’s been out all day and he asked if i touched myself at all (it’s a rule that i can’t) and i say i haven’t but i rode kookie’s thigh and jimin ate me out. then he begins a ruthless fingering pace and he’s all cocky “i’m sure jimin can’t make you feel - ftta

Can I get a mufuckinuhhhhh.... Namkook 3some?????

i wanna dom jungkook with taehyung and have him call me mommy and tell me how he’s a good bunny and that he deserves to cum. i wanna listen to him beg me to tell tae to let him cum. “i’m a good bunny mommy. please tell daddy to let me cum. i’m such a good bunny. please, i’m so close” fuck me up

Hey, so I was wondering if you could do a smut fic with Tae (BTS) waking you up with slow passionate sex

yoongi 101 pls ?

i’m not yoongi biased and i try to remain in my lane since my bestfriend is, but like i’m dyinggggg to receive some tongue technology. he’s such a lazy person and i feel like he’ll lazily give head too. always having me on the edge of cumming but not quite enough. i love the idea of edging so yes let’s do it. send me to hong kong min yoongi - ftta

I don't know if you are taking request but could I request a Taehyung x reader? Where it's like a daddy and kitten dynamic, and he keeps praising her while he eats her out? Or something like this? I absolutely love your writing, you're so talented. Thank you 💜

BTS and GOT7 Reacts to Coming Home and S/O Throwin’ It Back

Hi! I'd like a Yoonkook smut. Yoongi and jungkooJ from BTS just for clarification. And I'd also like the numbers 24 and 28 from the second smut list to be included in it. Thank you! Also you can decide if the two of them are dating or are just good friends. Have a nice day/night!

Could you please do a “sex in the shower” with jungkook please???

can i request a poly relationship with a sub!jungkook, dom!taehyung and dom!female reader? where kookie is begging to cum and he promises he’s a good bunny? this has been a reoccurring dream 😂

Hi again ❤ a while ago i request #8 and #18 but i didn't put from what smut game so i'm here to say that they're from Smut game 2. Sorry for my silliness and again thank you very much w/ a dom Yoongi

Hi~ I would like to ask for 19 and 22 with submissive YoonGi and Female reader. By the way i love your blog, it's really awesome ❤

and please please please pretty please do the bts one to their s/o holding in their moans oh PLEASE

How about Suga for that shower sex scene, I feel like that would be great

Hi for your Smut game 5 can I request no.8 no.12 no.14 no.26 no.32 With BTS’ Kim Namjoon please :))

Hello lovely, I just wanted to say you are my absolute favorite writing blog. I was wondering if you could write a smut where you embarrass Namjoon while you're at an event by "flirting" with another member in front of everyone so he punishes you when you get home. Thank you lovely 💕.

SMUT 39 WITH YOONGI??? PLS???

Hello! Could I request #14 with Bts’ Taehyung? :))

PLS THE SMUT PLOT #12 WITH TAE AND JUNGKOOKK??

51 smut game 5 with jungkook please?

Hello:), Could I get a Jimin, Jungkook, and V fanfic with 78,81,83.

Hi! I would like a V(BTS) fanfiction with the prompts 18 and 46

100,103,104 with Bts’ Yoongi please. I love your blog <3

28 smut with Jeon jungkook!!!!!!!!

#48 bondage smut game 3 with Maknae lineV?

#11 smut with jungkook?

Hi!! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you could do: y/n and Jungkook first time (him maybe being kind of nervous) Thank you so much!! How do I know if/ when you do it? Will I just have to keep in checking? 😊😂

EXO REQUESTS:

I saw your requests are open! Can I please request a smut with Sehun containing spanking?

Can you do a best friend scenario where you find out that kyungsoo has a daddy kink

I'm not sure what's going on with me, but I have been thinking about Chanyeol a lot lately. Like I really want him to just put his hand on my cheek with his thumb in my mouth as I sink to my knees and he fucks my throat😩, please tell me that this is just a phase

Baekhyun whispering in my ear telling me what a good girl I am for them and whining while kissing my ear and neck telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me. Chanyeol chucking against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to buck my hips up to his face, begging him for more. Them making me cum over and over again. Taking turns fucking me while the other fucks my mouth. Fucking each other while the other fucks me. Until they eventually fuck me at the same time.... Yeah such a way to wake up. -💜(2/2)

I literally woke up so hot and bothered! Laying against Baekhyun, my back against his chest, his arms forcing my legs open for Chanyeol, who is slowly leaving kisses down my body. Baekhyun running his hands down my torso up to my breasts, playing with them. Chanyeol finally giving in to my desperate pleas for him to stop teasing and finally fucking me with his tounge. -💜 (½)

can i request from the smut game? exo’ chanyeol x female reader #15? (maybe sub!chanyeol with a mommy kink?)

smut game 1 // 14 // for lay x male reader

3rd: 77 with dom Baekhyun ft Yixing/Lay

56 and 101 with EXO chanyeol please!!!! Thank you so much!

Hi! Can I get 28 and 39 with EXO Sehun???? Thank you!

82; jongin & kyungsoo

can you write number 8 for lay x male reader plss 💕

If you write for exo...Please write a Dom Minsoek imagine.

Can I get an ot12 exo reaction to you loving being overstimulated for long periods of time(5 orgasms non stop for example) please?

Xiumin Rought Sex prompt?

the baekyeol poly request was about baek and the reader being chayeols littles who weren’t allowed to touch each other but baek being the brat he is gets curious when chanyeol leaves and talks the shy reader into play time?? they probably get in big trouble when he interrupts them 😉

GOT7 REQUESTS:

a smut w morning sex by jaebum?

Can i request 20 of the smut game with got7 mark and Bambam they are my biases ❤

Can you do JB making you his for the first time, if you know what I mean

Could I request a reaction in which the reader (being a little heavier/chubbier than usually) gets into an anxious state when GOT7 undresses them worrying about how they look in their eyes?

hii! could i get a smut w jb from got7 where the reader is riding him in the living room while the tv is on in the background? thank you c: ps. love your writing c:

Can I request a GOT7 reaction/scenario, in which Y/N is very self conscious and insecure about herself/himself due to being a little chubbier than others and questions if she’s worth being liked and if the member actually likes her. 🤧🙏🏻

can you please make got7 reacting to you getting angry and ignoring him in a conversation while his friends watch?

Can I request got7 reacting to making y/n cry??🥰

i feel like bam is a cum inside, swallow, on your face or on your tits. he likes to paint his s/o - ftta

Will you please write something with Smut Game 2 numbers 13 and 15 with Mark from GOT7?💚 Your writings are so amazing by the way :)))

Can you do jealous Mark got7 scenario smut how would be. Like you don't give him attention because you are busy speaking with the boys or else. Pretty pls ❤

The thought of Mark and Bambam and Jinyoung just taking me in all three holes. My tattooed body covered in their cum. Them calling me a cock hungry whore as i happily choke on whoever's length is in my mouth. My pierced bottom lip bruised from the face fucking. All their moans and grunts. Jinyoung holding my wrists behind my back groaning what a slutty cunt i have and that im their fuck toy to fuck whenever they want 😍

BTS and GOT7 Reacts to Coming Home and S/O Throwin’ It Back

Can I request jealous Daddy!JB having angry sex with you (his gf) after seeing you talk to your Ex Seungcheol from SVT? Let’s just say that maybe Scoups got a little too close for JBs liking.

Can I get 36, 45, 82, and 100 with JB, Jinyoung, and Mark from Got7?

Hello can I request a threeway yugyeom x bambam x girl reader smut please?? With prompts 37 and 65 from smut game 5? Noona kink please 😭 tysm ily if you do this!

I’m the anon that requested number 80 for markson... I forgot to add which smut game: smut game 5

Can you please do number 28 with jb?

(Smut game 5) Yugyeom and 65, 71, and 72 please xoxo

5+77+79 got7 gang bang pleasue

11 with bambam please

jinyoung with 27 and 57

👋🏻 hey. I don’t know if your still taking requests for you smut game but 104,101,40,14and 21 with mafia boss JB make up sex

Could I request #73 (from smut game 5) with BamBam?

16 and 17 smut with Jackson please!

Telling GOT7 you're ready for a baby 😉

Hello idk if you got my ask because my internet was giving out right when I was sensing it but I wanted to request a threesome smut with yugyeom x bambam x Female reader. Using scenarios 37 65 79 from the smut game #5!!! Tysm! (If you did see the first ask you can ignore this one)

Shiii that Monsta X reaction post was great, I know you said you'd do the maknae line but I was wondering if you could kind of make one for Got7 as well. It's cool if you don't want to I just wanted to know if you'd be up for it (holding back moans)

Rough sex with Jinyoung (GOT7)?

Jinyoung (GOT7) Dom imagine?

MONSTA X REQUESTS:

Can I request a smutty Jooheon drabble? Like maybe he’s a mafia king and you’re his gf.

Part V of ‘A helping hand maybe mouth’

For the drabble thing...uh Shownu as an eThot or like him just being real good to himself in the mirror 😳😳🙈 an I mean if you already have something like that link me frfr♡

Wonho. Love at first sight

Hey can you do smut where Jooheon and you are sworn enemies? You can decide the rest of the plot -Thanks

Hello loove 💗💗 if you are accepting requests and aren’t too busy with life, may I request a soft Jooheon smut? Thank you in advance! ☺️

Hi can I request a Shownu date smut?

Can you do a (possible daddy???/sir??) Monsta X reaction to them fucking you so hard you have tears running down your cheeks? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thanks luv

Can I get a Monsta X request of Minhyuk? 20, 45, 46 Thank you, love you~

And Shownu's pillowy lips 😍😍😍😍 imagine them running along your skin and whispering naughty things in your ear…

11 & 14 with chanhyuk from monsta x please ❤️

Hello!! I just found your blog and I really like it it’s great !! But could I request a scenario with Kihyun from Monsta X where he’s been stressed and frustrated all day but when he finally gets home he lets all his anger out on you ( If you know what I mean *wink* *wink*) please and thank you!!❤️

I was wondering if you could do number 41 in the list you made, with Kihyun (from Monsta x)?

Heeeeey I was wondering if your requests are still open, and if so can I get a smut fic about Hyungwon (Monsta X) being in love with his cute chubby black girlfriend's creamy thighs but in a smutty way lol

#39 with shownu? thank you!

OML REQUESTS ARE OPEN OKAY CALM DOWN, I want to request Jooheon x fem!reader x Jackson smut with the prompts (13,39,40,79 and 81) where Jackson confessed to Jooheon that he had been have no fantasies about Jooheon’s gf and how he wants to make her cum so much she’s shaking, and passed out by the end? Good god I’m too dirty for my own health. Thank you and have a good day, remember it’s okay to feel sad, and if you need to talk, never hesitate to do that! 💙💙💙💙

I just noticed your requests are open and I'm super excited! Could you please do MX Hyungwon as a dom, similar to his "Promise is a Promise" character. I'm not too good with situations, maybe jealously or SugarDaddy!AU? Thank you so much, you're a very sophisticated smut writer!

monsta x reaction to their s/o riding them

Monsta X reaction to you having triplets

Wonho being whiny in bed smut please?

Yay omg your requests are open!!!! Please can i have a smut with shownu and fem reader. Since its nearing christmas maybe something where you're both decorating your apartment and he finds the christmas lingerie you were going to surprise him with???

Monsta x Joohoen..'When you ask him to go rough on you' ?

NCT REQUESTS:

Overstimulation with Lucas?? ~🌹

i heard that you're requests are open, can u do something where you make NCT's Taeyong mad and he ties you up and overstimulates you with a vibrator

Werewolf Lucas x African American reader smut please?

hiii, can i request sub!Jaehyun, tied up, whiny, + overstimulation pls??? thank youuuu💕

This is a smut for yuta NCT. Where the female reader is helping him study for something(English maybe) and decides to reward him because the did good, !sub-yuta! And he is a moaning mess

Omg I don't know why... But I'm eating ice cream and it started melting so I had to hurry to lick it off... And now I'm becoming obsessed with the thought of someone licking ice cream off me..or whipped cream... Or licking it off of Jaehyun... I can't 😰 -💜

I got an idea. So Lucas smut. You've been seeing Jaehyun for a while and you like him he's a really sweet dude. Unknowingly to you Lucas is hella jealous and decides to do something about it. So he may or may not have mess up your date with Jaehyun causing Jaehyun to think you the date never existed from deleting your text. And he comes to save the day but he can't stand how you're so willing to forgive Jaehyun so it turns into a bit of angry/jealous sexy time.

Can I get a smut with either Yuta or Winwin, where you are helping him study and he is having a hard time so you decide to give him a reward 😏. Put some sub- action to please.

So do you write for Jaemin NCT? If you do can I get a first time with reader smut? Shy and soft. If you are not comfortable with writing for Jaemin can I have it for Yuta instead. Thank you. ~💕

Daddy kink with Jaehyun.........🤤

could i ask for a johnny seo x yukhei smut where they both fucked you before and johnny walks in on you getting ate out from lucas and bets he can make you scream louder? This has been on my mind for the looongest. please and thank you 💘

You write your NCT right? Can you make a yuwin x reader smut, some whinny baby boys would be nice to, if you don't want to do two characters you can pick one.

do you think you could write a Johnny x poc reader x jaehyun where they are all roommates and one day they see the readers toys and uses them on her? please and thank u 💓

Smut Game 5 | 29 + 28 + 50 with YUTA from NCT. 😎 Thank you, I love your incredible content.

#46 with nct yuta pls ;)

Can I request 65 with Jungwoo? For the smut game 5 thing? Is this how I do it? :)

1st: 44 with Sicheng/Winwin as the sub.

2nd: 85 with Doyoung as the dom ft Jungwoo.

5, 23, 27 for Ceo!Johnny?

Omg ok so the very very first one and very very last one of the post with Johnny of nct 😬😬 If not, just the first one please 😌 (Sending on anon cause it sends from my main) -@sexynct

10 + 69 with nct 127 winwin? 💚

can I request yuta smut where he gets jealous? 👀 Also I think your account is safe! The tumblr rule doesn’t apply to smut 💘

44, 20 for the smut game please 🥰🥰 and also can be with either with taeyong, doyoung or jaehyun <3 (smut game 5)

#50 from smut game 5 with ncts johnny please x

PENTAGON REUQESTS:

okay yanan from pentagon is my ult bias. my beautiful baby. i bet sex with him is always so deep, long and full of love and praises. “you’re so pretty baby” “you feel so good clenching around me” “oh my, i love you” he makes me so soft - ftta

SHINEE REQUESTS:

Hello!! After seeing Taemin’s Want mv i’ve been craving for a Taemin smut about him being a seducer??? Like i have no idea what i want but that HAHAH please go off i trust your writing ^^

SOLO ARTISTS:

Could u do Cock warming with Christian Yu?

Hello, i love your scenarios. Can please make a story with Monster woo, like the movie a marry an anti fan,or something bad fell in love. Thank you

you could do a scenario with no:el where reader is older than him (noona) and gets flirting with him, and he is embarrassed? well, he is legally of age, but if you do not want to do smut I understand. but I really want that scenario. thanks!

hey sweetie can u please write some coogie fluff? i dont find anything😭

pls a christian yu scenario about he discover that will be dad, his gf saying that she is pregnant?

hey can u pls do a scenario with seungmin(wybh)

can u write a jealous monster woo smUT PLEASE

Can you do a size kink smut with monster woo

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut where you haven’t slept with him in a long time because of a huge weight gain from medication? I love your blog sooo such! Keep up the amazing work doll 🖤

can you write something where monster woo comes home really tired and upset and i comfort him by giving him a massage and lots of cuddles (please and thank you )

please write more christian yu or kim youngwoo smut!!!! Daddy’s Cum Slut is so good iM crYinG

Monster Woo smut where you’re a virgin and its your first time, thanks!

Hi! Im new to your account but i already love it and the way you write🙈 i just wanna say please keep doing the audios, i really like the one you posted!!!! And if you take requests, pls a Simon Dominic one🙈 thank you💙

Hi, can you make a Dean x Reader one where the reader is having a panic attack and he tries to calm her down and it turns into a make out session. Fluffy plss 🙂

I'm desperately in need of Christian yu scenarios. Maybe a scenario with his girlfriend on Instagram live? like he does a live at morning and u join him after u wake up? love u btw❤

hello! may i request a dpr live smut wherein the reader is a stripper and dabin watches them after a long day of recording. thanks! ❤️

Pleaseee I need some more Christian Yu smut in my life, it can be anything!!

ANOTHER CHRISTIAN YU DADDY SMUT PLEASE !!!

Can I have a Kris scenario with overstimulation and a quiet and shy reader please?

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut where you’re insecure about the baby weight you gained after having his first child? If not that’s totally fine! I love your blog, Thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Hello ok so this might be little to descriptive but here goes can you write a smut about monster woo having sex with his neighbors daughter. Can you also make the girl like 4'7?

Christian x Y/n x Dabin yes PUHLEEZ you are a genius can’t freakin wait ~ Toki 💕 anon

Omg I am so freakin excited to read that New Christian Yu Smut!!!!!!! Lollll you tryna add a dabin/dpr live smut to ya requests👀❤🙏 I feel like dabin is like lowkey kinky ya feel? Like choking and maybe even slapping like.... I see it. Every time I listen to text me and he says show me how you uhh and im like ???? How I what you gotta be specific😂💀 anyway I'm rambling ok gonna read now - Toki anon💘

hi, could you write a christian yu x monster woo x reader smut, theyre daddy/master doms and the reader is their pet/baby girl. theyre into degradation but praise kink too and are sweet and rough, :) merci

Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jay Park fluff/smut of where you’re insecure to have sex with him because you’re plus sized, and not his type but he fell in love with you anyway? That kinda made no sense, sorry 😬 but if not that’s so chill! Keep up the great work doll!!

I just read the monster woo smut and I fucking loved it. Can I please request a smut with young west from mkit rain ( his name is Kim youngwoo as well haha) where you come at the studio to keep him company while he’s recording his latest mixtape ( so he’s kinda stressed) but you’re horny and things get steamy? Thanks a lot in advance

Oh and can you make y/n black, with long hair , big eyes and a little bit shorter than young west ?( I’m tall but he’s surely taller than me lol) and slim thick ( just a little tho) Ok I hope I didn’t exaggerate with the request 😅 Thanks again if you’ll write it :)

Oh god, super nerve wracking to write to you without anon on but I'm trying to be braver and you deserve to know who it is that appreciate your awesome efforts of writing. If it's possible I would love to request a Monster Woo smut where he's just downright domestic? Just really taking care of his babygirl? Let me know if you need more description!

HIII I LOVE YOUR FANFICS OMG 😍😍 Can I please request a Monster Woo smut where he fights with his s/o and is really angry so he lets out all the anger in bed? If that makes sense, like he would be really rough and shit? Thank youuu 🥰

STRAY KIDS REQUESTS:

Alrighty do you think you can pop out a chan(Chris) Drabble where he likes to be choked? Like it starts out making out in bed ignoring the movie we put on and then smutty smut smut SMUUUUTTTT😊 - Toki💘

okay so can you do a make out session with lots of dry humping that ends up with u getting him off by a handjob with chan?

thigh riding with minho from stray kids?

What about Chan & Squirting ? Like it’s not his plan but he’s going so hard it just happens 🤷🏽‍♀️

Pls just write anything smutty about Felix bc he got me feeling some way recently

hello, I love your writings so much you're amazing! I wanted to request a cockwarming session with chan in his studio, thank you! ❤❤❤.

a smut or pre-smut w han jisung of stray kids? maybe in the dorm? ^^

Heyy, hope you’re having a good day uwu Could you please write stray kids’ reaction to their gf sexting them (teasing) in public thank you!!

If requests are open and you write for Stray Kids can you do a bang chan smut maybe😅

can I get a bang chan meal with edging and overstimulation on the side? I would also like a sex toy with my combo :) and a large size kink <3 extra napkins and extra lube please

hey, i know one of these is already written, but i wanted to request a felix (stray kids) x reader fic. uh maybe where he asks you to be his boyfriend and then the members walk in on you guys making out?? i’m sorry if this is too similar to the other fic!! and of course you don’t have to do it if it’s too much trouble!! thanks to all you guys for being wonderful writers 🌸

i'm not sure if you're open to requests atm but i was wondering if you could make stray kids' reaction to taking a shower with their s/o for the first time and or seeing them in a bikini or some sort lol sorry if im asking too much and its okay if you don't want to do it, i understand. keep up the good work💟

Hi! Can I request a bang chan smut? Maybe you guys are in the dorm and need to be quiet so the others don't here. Love your blog!!💗

Could you do 63 and 99 from smut game 5 for stay kids bang chan please?💜

SVT REQUESTS:

a seokmin smut w him having a thing for titties and dirty talk👉👈also THIGHS his thighs

What would seventeen be like with their little? I gotta know~

hi yes can minghao and vernon run a train on me? please and thank you from the bottom of my vagina and throat - ftta

THE BOYZ REQUESTS:

Not to be that person but sunwoo can like you know eat me out with those lips because 🥵🥵🥵🥵

VIXX REQUESTS:

A smut with a dom Ravi for the smut drabble thing

Haiii beautiful soul💋 if your game n.5 is still open can i request threesome with VIXX Ravi and Leo, 80., 90. and 91. If u cant make it its okay. I just wanted to say that my inner hoe is enjoying your posts so much💋 have a beautiful day/night.

Best friends to lovers fluff/ Angst featuring Vixx Hongbin x reader Pwease?

Hey, i wanted to request a smut! Threesome with vixx’s hongbin and sanghyuk. Smut game 5 (12,54,81,84&87) can it be like the main character is hongbins gf and she keeps teasing him while the two members are playing video games then !!!

Okay because I am the biggest slut for Leo and Hongbin can I get the dirtiest kinkiest threesome please. Your work is amazing and I only trust your admins with this request. Thank you in advance

Uh those last two Leo requests are from game 5 ^~^ one was with prompt 5 and the other with prompt 82 😬

82, 79, 32, with Leo, Ravi, and Wonho please??

5, 27, 29 with VIXX Leo please? I love reading your smut 😏

Yay, requests are open!! 😃 can you please do CEO Leo who is just completely enthralled with Reader when she starts working for him and he flirts with her no matter where they are or who’s with them and eventually smut happens? I’m in need of some good VIXX smut 😏😏

Can i get 43 and 26 with Mafia!Ravi the pornshik? lol i'm gonna love this blog hard! ♡♡♡

WINNER REQUESTS:

psa: sex with winner’s jinwoo is probably so loving and sweet but if he’s pissed he’s breaking my back, making me cry and shit. rip the other members ears - ftta

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[thejamesoldier]

Bucky & the Beast

Hi all! So this ficlet is for my darling friend Erin’s ( @theassetseyeliner ) AU Writing Challenge! I submitted a request for this prompt on her original post! Please go support her and all the participating authors who worked hard on their submissions :) Now onto the story xxx

Prompt #22: “You were an asshole back in high school but now you’re my boss.”

Overall Tags: a teeny weeny bit of angst, although mostly stifling fluff, some potty mouth language, spicy humor, s l o w b u r n but in ficlet form tho? 

Part 1 of 2

It’s not that you weren’t a nice person...on the inside, very very very deep inside. You just didn’t allow any form of slacking amongst your employees. 

And seeing as you not only own this multi-billion dollar company but also actively run it, you’re pretty sure you have the right to dictate everything that goes on under your nose when it comes to this business. You drove yourself into the grave to get this company where it is now, and you continue to work yourself down to hell every damn day to keep it as successful as it is. 

Of course you know most of your staff views you as a complete tyrant. Of course you know your nickname on all sixty-eight levels of your high rise company building is ‘Bitch’. Of course you know you’re often compared to Miranda Priestly, the star of Devil Wears Prada. Of course you know you’ve been harsh enough to earn some of that resentment.  

But you also know you have the undying respect of every major corporation in the world (which wasn’t easy to get since most of them are fat privileged older men who have too many cultural and moral deficiencies to count). The likes of which was solely earned by unignorable success, brutal consistency, and fear. You wished you didn’t have to be feared in order to be respected by some (most) people, but the ways of the world weren’t going to change that fast unfortunately. 

It surprised you at first how many people tried to take advantage of you, of your company, of your money, of your weaknesses, of practically everything they could manage to find. You were always pretty blunt and a bit maniacal about perfection even back in high school, but having been beaten by an ocean of manipulative greedy people for years now, wave after wave after wave, you’re pretty jagged and dulled to it. You’ve found the only way to survive in this business world is to always expect the worst of people. It keeps you prepared for every situation even if it is an exhausting way to live. 

Sometimes you worry if it is all worth it, but you then remember how much money your company is making and how all of it goes to support people, companies, philanthropies, arts institutions, and schools who need it. If the cost of good being put into this world is your warped personality, then so be it. 

“Barnes I need those write ups on the work Ms. Romanoff’s team did this quarter. I asked for final copies yesterday, why are they late?” You question your head personal assistant in clipped efficient sentences as you strut down the long stretch of a modern elegant hallway, the sleek double doors of your main office looming at the end of it. 

With your Prada high heels clicking sharply (if not a bit ironically) against the marble floor as you make your way to your gilded office, you scroll through an email on your phone sent from one of your board members while you wait for Barnes to put together an answer. The email consists of a polite reminder that you have a Skype call with Stark Industries this afternoon. 

As if you’d forget. 

With a punctuated scoff you burst into your glass office, not having to slow down your stride at all as Barnes moved with practiced haste to hold one of the doors open for you. You don’t bother with a thank you (even if you feel the manners your mother ingrained in you cringe and shriek in horror) but instead head nose up to your simple but stately desk. As you situate yourself behind it, booting up your desktop and quickly scanning some sticky-note reminders Barnes left for you the previous night before crumpling them in one ball and dropping them in the waste bin by your feet, you feel the very short leash you have on your patience strain. 

Without glancing up at him you bark out, “Well?” 

You hear the man clear his throat and know automatically that he’s preparing to take the fall for Romanoff’s team. Barnes always has had this habit to take the heat meant for someone else’s mistake himself, and allow whoever the guilty party is an extra second to fix whatever the problem was. It’s never effected the success of your company, so you’ve always let it slide. If you were being completely honest with yourself you know deep down that that’s why you’ve kept him around so long. James Barnes is the one person (okay maybe besides Natasha Romanoff) who holds the all time record of longest employment in your company. He’s also never been promoted from his place as Head Personal Assistant when you hired him into it a good few years back.  

He’s only craftily brought up the issue of never moving up a few times, not wanting to push his luck with you, but other than that there’s never been a word of complaint like other employees you’ve had. One day when you’ve finally been run down enough, when the world has finally sucked all the life from you, you’ve decided that it’s James who you’ll give the company to. Of course no one knows this, but you made the decision quite some time ago. 

“Ms. Romanoff had an issue with getting a closure on the deal,” Barnes starts up in his trademark baritone tenor of compassion, “She had all the finished documents written up by yesterday, it was me who failed to pass them to you.” 

Still you don’t look at him, but you do silently translate what he’s saying as you open up your email account and start sorting through your inbox for the most important emails. Basically, Barnes is saying:

“Ms. Romanoff had no trouble badgering the client for the final papers, it was the client who failed to turn in everything on time. And since you never blame the client, its professionally Natasha’s fault. So therefore she did not have all the documents written up yesterday but pulled an all-nighter to finish everything and send said polished summary of the transaction to me first thing this morning. I’m lying for her (and probably without her knowledge) because I’m an annoyingly considerate man with pretty eyes and a wicked sharp jaw who is used to your unforgiving nature and shall take the fall for everyone because I am this company’s sparkling hero.” 

Resolutely put-off with the very unprofessional way your mental translation ended up going, your mood sours sufficiently from its already foul natural state. You feel your face pinch deeper into its usual dissatisfied scowl. 

“It is very unlike Ms. Romanoff to have any delays in her work. Give her one of my warnings.” You say in a mildly bitter tone as you reach a hand blindly over your desk towards Barnes in silent demand, while clicking on an email with the other hand and scanning it halfheartedly at the same time.

A packet of paper is slid gently into your expecting fingers and as you place them on the desk space beside your angled keyboard, you hear Barnes tap his thumbs across his phone as he sends you an e-copy of the papers you were just handed. When the email arrives in your inbox with a ding, it serves as the only acknowledgment that you received the email. It also is simultaneously Barnes’ dismissal. 

Only when you hear your assistant sit down at his own smaller desk across the room from yours and start shuffling papers and things around, do you realize that you had automatically begun reading through the transaction summary he sent you. After you triple proof it (even if Natasha has never once made a mistake on her write ups), you forward everything to the cooperation partnering with you on this deal. Your trademark punctuality and promised results the only things that matter to you much these days. 

You cut a quick side glance across the room at Barnes hunched over his own pile of work and wonder if you said thank you the next time he held the door open for you, if he’d make a big deal out of it. With an internal scoff you brush your gushy feelings swiftly away and replace them with your self-made workaholic robot. 

Bucky’s patience with you is growing shorter and shorter each year, month, week, day, and second he works under you. Outwardly he’s mastered himself, but inwardly he’s been stewing and is quite near his boiling point. As he halfheartedly unclips a review packet from one of the company’s specialty divisions to go over before he hands it to you -- Miss Wicked Bitch of Best -- he wonders if it would kill you to say thank you when he opened the door, or maybe look at him when he talks. Bucky doesn’t even know what color your eyes are because he doesn’t think you’ve ever actually looked him in the eyes before. 

And sure you take him to all the fancy business galas and parties and soirees and events and fundraisers, but you always maintain this formal professional wall. Even late nights at the office when it’s literally you, him, and a couple janitors (hell, you’ve both even slept at the office before) you still remain aloof and unapproachable. It’s not like he wants to get to know you, because honestly you seem like a pretty lonely sad bitter person anyway, but it’s downright unnatural how little anyone seems to know about you. Even when he wades through his high school memories, all he can remember about you is vaguely labeling you an asshole. Which really doesn’t help your case. 

But if Bucky knows anything, it’s that no one is an unfeeling robot. 

Even if they pretend to be, even if they believe themselves to be, there is always something down there. At the bottom of a soul there is always a nugget of brilliance. Bucky knows you’re not oblivious to what people say about you, but he wonders whether you just don’t care or you’ve crafted it that way to wield as a tool. He’s not sure which one is worse. Either way he thinks that you could handle things a bit more considerately and still have the respect you deserve. Because if there is one thing Bucky has to admire, it’s your resilience and unyielding desire to see things through. Your dedication to the company and all the good it brings is your one redeeming quality. You also have never done under the table deals or slipped into black market territory, its one of the reasons Bucky hasn’t quit. This company is clean and good and successful. Which is saying a lot in this economy. You also never under pay or over pay your employees, and you’re brutal but you’re fair. 

And as Bucky’s thoughts circle back to stifling aggravation as he watches you type away unfussed and unpleasant as ever at your elevated desk, he goes to curl his hair behind his ear, per habit, to shake himself free of his thoughts, but realizes quite abruptly that he can’t. You had asked (well more like threatened and demanded) him to cut his long hair, claiming it ‘ruined the aesthetic and feel that this company represents’ and finds his aggravation churning into poorly bottled fury. Other people in your employment had long hair, I mean you didn’t really uphold any restrictions on hair, hats, head-dresses, or any type of clothing as long as you were put together. So it literally made no sense that Bucky was singled out. 

Little did he know you asked him to cut it because those dark luscious locks were distracting as hell and made him too handsome for you to be able to rationally handle. I mean you were around him practically 24 hours a day, bless your soul. You know it was a horrible play on power, and probably earned you a one-way ticket to hell, but you’d rather come off posturing and domineering than love sick or undisciplined. I mean he was just as good looking with it cut short, but you told yourself the short hair made it easier to ignore him as a man and see him only as your assistant. 

But much to your chagrin it really, really didn’t help.

“Barnes close out the rest of this meeting. Summarize it to me in detail on the way to the fundraiser.” You bark after you politely dismissed yourself from the Skype call with Tony Stark, the call on mute as you stand from your chair and crisply motion for Barnes to replace you.

Bucky grits his teeth and nods when you brush past him, trying not to let the fact that you assumed (as you always did) he’d be attending the fundraiser with you tonight and left him to clean up after you with the meeting pleasantries, anger him to the point of hysteria. He wasn’t your maid for Christ's sake, and just because he wouldn’t miss the fundraiser because of the opportunity to meet clients and business partners, why the hell did you always hitch him to your wagon for the evening?  

You exit the conference room with a blooming confidence and a rare small smile the second you’re in a private enough area to let the expression soften your face. The itch to go back in there and make sure everything finished okay spreads under your skin like a rash but you breathe and stay rigid with yourself, knowing that in order to properly groom Barnes for your job one day, you had to learn to delegate to him more than you used to. And closing out a deal, especially with one as important as Stark Industries, was major. Barnes is more than capable though, and a small part of you is...proud of him. 

You’re not sure when this nugget of utter blind faith in him started to become something much more complicated than trust in an employee, and developed into something dangerous. Dangerous like awe and adoration dangerous. Dangerous like fond dangerous. Dangerous like love dangerous.

The long clean leather seat of the limo separates you two. 

You give Barnes your (mostly) undivided attention as he dutifully regales the deal closure with Stark this afternoon. You’re scrolling through your email, then your calendar, then your messages trying to avoid looking up at Barnes. The second you spotted him in one of his gala tuxes, it’s your favorite one of his actually since he rotates through them (I mean you don’t expect him to buy a new one for every event, you’re not that unreasonable), you knew it would be a long goddamn night. The subtle navy shine of the tux catches in the corner of your eye under the dimmed lights of the luxury car no matter how hard you stare at your phone screen. 

When he finishes his report you nod your approval knowing that’s all he’s used to getting from you in terms of praise. With a knot of anxiety growing by the second in the back of your throat, making it almost impossible to breathe, you glance up at him from under your lashes. He’s mirroring you across the car, phone out, focus down, and body held with the formality you insisted be constantly upheld between you. 

The first thing your eyes land on is his exposed clavicle where his collarbone frames the base of his neck. In this rare indulged moment of weakness you allow yourself to wonder what the hollow of his neck would taste like, what would it feel like against the texture of your lips. With great effort you drag your eyes away from the tempting oasis of his skin to sprawl along the sleek dark navy of his outer coat. The button up underneath is a stark crisp white, accenting the tan of his skin and drawing your gaze back inevitably to his revealed skin. The first few buttons of the dress shirt are undone and the stiff folded collar is laid open in a roguish carefree type fashion. 

Since the fundraiser is more lowkey and relaxed, you don’t have the excuse to reprimand him for no tie, to demand he cover up that tease of skin and hint of peck muscles. No, you were doomed to suffer because the tailored pants did little to help either. The clean line of the material hugs his thighs, two long strong twin muscles that bunch a bit when he stands or sits down. You cross your legs as something heavy and hot settles in your core, startling you a bit out of the spell Bucky unknowingly put you under. 

A bit desperately you try to find a fault, something to pick apart, some straggling imperfection to prove to yourself that you are uneffected by this man. And you quickly realize you can’t because when you look past his attire, the naked allure of his features takes you by storm. His hair is as rich as ever, styled lightly to allow the slight wave in the coffee locks the freedom to curl away from his forehead and settle in a small wave atop his head. Strong brows stand guard over the softness of his eyes, the glacial blue of the irises protected further by a swath of sooty lashes.The straight nose and full generous mouth sit atop a sturdy chin, a gentle cleft runs down the middle of it adding to his seemingly endless good looks. His jaw as you’ve observed many a time is as sharp and wicked as ever. 

“You didn’t shave.” 

The observation escapes your lips before you could wrangle it back behind the bars of your clenched teeth. Bucky’s eyes jump up at you like you had yelled at him instead of spoken in a normal tone. But its then you realize that it wasn’t a normal tone at all, it was, you...you spoke to him softly --

“Um no.” Bucky answers a bit uncertainly, not sure where you’re taking this. You never comment on his appearance or attire unless it’s to criticize it. He waits inevitably for the verbal lashing.

When the lashing doesn’t come and you both just continue to stare at each other in throbbing silence, Bucky feels awkwardness lay like a heavy blanket over you two. It’s almost startles him when he sees that you’re looking at him. And not just looking at him, but looking him in the eyes. 

“It, It’s just a bit of stubble,” Bucky struggles out, trying to make any kind of sense of the current situation, “I thought since it’s going to be a more, um, relaxed atmosphere I could get away with it. I can go buy a razor and shave it off before we get there if you...want...” 

Bucky mentally kicks himself for offering, I mean how pathetic. But the stumbling words were better than the silence because for some reason the silence felt different then usual, it felt dangerous. 

“No, no,” You eventually say as your brain continues to churn itself into fluffy goo when Bucky shifts his phone and his bicep pushes up protestingly against the smooth sleeve of his tux. “It’s fine.” 

Without another word you lock down the vulnerability you feel leaking onto the canvas of your face and shove your gaze back down to your phone.You will yourself not to blush. 

The rest of the car ride passes in tense silence. It’s the most exposed you’ve felt in a while, to say the least.

The fundraiser has been going like all of them do: clinically well. Bucky expects no less when you’re in attendance though. The dinner wasn’t the best he’s ever had but he made sure not to leave anything on his plate weary of wasting food. You sat perched and cool as ever beside him, engaging in the usual articulate oratory games with the clients and business partners seated at your large table. 

Why Bucky kept expecting you to act different confuses him. He keeps waiting for something to change, for a small tiny hint that something has shifted in you, or maybe between you and him, he doesn’t know. Just something. And when you make him feel like a fool for assuming such a thing by acting the exact same way you always have, Bucky kicks himself. One weird conversation in the limo and he’s hoping for...hoping for what? 

With an internal scoff he tunes back into the conversation, and just in time because you hand the topic reigns to him in that moment and suddenly Bucky is leading everybody into his own oratory arena. 

You take a measured sip from your water glass as Bucky effortlessly accepts the responsibility of the conversation and takes it away. Being able to hold a conversation in a small meeting is one thing, but being able to lead an entire table of sponsors, clients, partners, and whoever else into complex discussion is quite another. You try not to let your pride produce too many butterflies in your stomach as you continue to sip your water and listen to the man beside you prove to you how very deserving he is of what you plan to give to him one day. 

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Bucky says as everyone starts getting up to dance when the live band plays something easy and fun for the guests. You turn towards him slightly in your seat and bring your glass down from your lips as an indication to speak. “May I go say hello to Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Rogers?” 

Your eyes zip over Bucky’s shoulder and land across the reception hall on the table where all your best employees are sitting laughing and enjoying themselves, some of them getting up to dance. For a quick beat you consider keeping Barnes all to yourself but know how selfish and petty that would be. You know Barnes is nearly sick of you. 

“Please,” You relent as kindly and professionally as you can manage, motioning with your glass towards his friends, “Go enjoy.” 

With a quick (if a little bitter) thank you, Barnes blasts away from you to join the merriment across the room. You heard the hint of potent distaste Barnes had having to ask your permission to leave your side and wonder if you’ve let yourself become to much of the monster you thought you had to be in order to be successful. 

And maybe it’s not just to be successful, maybe you donned a monster’s skin to protect yourself. 

You know that if you took away the pretty cool collected skin of that monster, a jagged scared furious soul would be revealed. A sigh and another sip of water is the only outward sign you give that broadcasts your constant inner turmoil. 

“Damn! Wicked Bitch of the Best let you go? Impossible,” Nat croons as Bucky plops into the seat Sam offers him as he hurries out onto the dance floor with a chick from accounting. 

“Ha ha very funny,” Bucky bites back as he relaxes down into the chair while pouring himself a brimming glass of champagne, chugging it all back in one go. 

Steve, sitting on his other side, raises his eyebrow at his friend’s large shot, “I take it business is done for the night.” 

Bucky places the glass flute down carefully on the tablecloth and rolls his lips in as he swallows. 

“Yep,” Bucky breathes, catching his breath a little, “I believe ‘Please, go enjoy’ were her exact words.” He states in heavy sarcasm as he runs a hand through his hair, pouring himself another glass. 

“How generous of her,” Nat allows before standing up and offering her hand down to Bucky, “And now something generous from me.” 

Bucky eyes Nat’s hand suspiciously over the lip of his glass. Natasha was pretty nice (if she felt like it), but she never gave out freebies. He follows the line of her arm up to her severe beautiful face. He squints at the look in her eye. 

“Dance with me,” She says with a roll of her eyes at his well placed suspicion, “It’s a thank you for covering my ass the other day even though I specifically told you not.” Natasha informs in jesting but fond reprimand. 

Bucky smirks at her, appeased, and takes her hand.

“No complaints here then doll.” 

Steve laughs as they zip off to the dance floor.

Watching Bucky with his friends, then dance with Ms. Romano -- with Natasha, that familiar haunting feeling that you know is loneliness begins to seep into your bones and saturate your soul. It’s loneliness that is so thick, so inexorable, you have trouble breathing. Trying not to make your movements too jerky as to call alarm you stand and make your way out of the hall. You’re intercepted a few times, making your final formal goodbyes and thanks, before heading out to the street. 

You call your driver and have him take you back to the company. 

It takes all your self control and dignity to keep from out right running to your floor. When you make it there about a century later, you burst into your moonlit office and shut off all the security cameras in it. That’s when you lose it. 

With harsh tears running down your cheeks and ruining your make up you violently through yourself into your desk chair and start going through files of successful projects. You slowly but surely remind yourself why your doing this, why life has to be so hard. All the good you’re giving to the world is worth something, its worth this loneliness...it is. 

It’s worth it, its worth it, its worth it, its worth it, its worth it...

You repeat this in your head as you continue to review years old projects and partnerships and lives that you have bettered. Though the tears and throat-wracking sobs never stop, you eventually convince yourself it’s enough. 

Bucky was informed first thing this morning by the front desk that the security cameras in Ms. Y/l/n’s office were turned off at about 11:30pm last night and have not been turned back on. Seeing as it’s only you and Bucky who have the codes to do that, Bucky wasn’t too concerned because the other cameras proved it was you who had entered the office last night. Bucky wasn’t quite sure why you felt the need for that much privacy but he shook himself free of the disturbingly instinctual urge to care. 

When he gets to the fogged-glass double doors and pulls on the sleek handles only to realize they’re locked, he hesitates in opening them with his copy of the key. Instead he finds himself knocking. 

“Ms. Y/l/n?” He calls politely, professionally. 

You jerk awake at your desk. Your head pounds with dehydration and the entire right side of your face is stiff and indented with red lines that make up about half of your keyboard. The desktop in front of you is asleep, the large black screen serves as a mirror to reflect to you your less than put together appearance. 

Your make up is a crusting mess, your hair is sticking out every which way, and your eyes are about as puffy and red as Rudolph's nose. 

“Ms. Y/l/n? Are you, are you alright?” 

At the sound of Barnes’ voice on the otherside of the office doors, a horrible twisting flare of panic lights up in your gut. Trying to remain calm, you stand up only to collapse back down into the chair because one of your legs fell asleep. 

“I’m fine Jam -- Barnes, just go do the morning rounds, please.” You stutter as you limp like Gollum (sans your heels from last night) across your pristine office to the private bathroom with a closet you keep extra clothes and things in. 

Bucky is near speechless and knows something is wrong now. You almost called him James for one, and even more disturbing...you said please. He’s unsure if he should leave you in such an obviously confused state of mind, but figures he’d only earn himself a punishment if he intruded or was somehow wrong that you were indeed having a, a moment. 

“I’ll be back in twenty to discuss the profits made last night.” Bucky found himself informing, not sure why he felt the need to give her a time to be ready by. 

What an odd feeling to know that for once, you weren’t thirty steps ahead of him. It’s the first sign of humanity he’s seen you display and it’s tripping him out. 

You listen carefully as his footsteps fade away down the hallway and you throw yourself into getting ready. Twenty minutes later Bucky knocks and you call him in. You can feel him analyzing you, looking around for something out of place, but you made sure to hide any evidence of a disturbance or weakness. 

Bucky finds you pristine and cool and severe as ever, and he realizes that the sinking in his gut is disappointment. Not that he wants to see you struggling, but for a sign you are more than a robot. That you trust him enough to reveal at least that. But you carry on normal and cold and Bucky reminds himself again to stop searching for something that isn’t there. 

“Oh god!” You shriek, you shriek, in surprise as you burst into a storage closet intent on finding an ink cartage (since you had Bucky in a minor meeting with the board, you know power delegation and all, and were more than capable of finding ink on your own dammit), and instead find Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter engaging in some...heavy petting. 

The two of them share your immense shock and separate like oil in water, cheeks, ears, and necks red as roses. They both wait for you to do something, but you continue to stand there like it was you who was walked in on. Slowly you walk across the small room, thanking every god you could think of that the ink cartridges were on the opposite side of the space than Steve and Peggy were standing in, and retrieve your ink with their eyes guiltily following your every move. 

Before you leave you heft a neutral glance over your shoulder and say, 

“Rogers those charts better be in four, and Carter if I don’t have those reports in my inbox by the end of the day I’ll be very displeased.” And with your face safely turned back towards the hallway you say with a little smirk on your face, “Excuse the interruption.”  

You hear the two collapse into hushed horrified laughter muffled behind the door as you strut back to your office with a poorly concealed smile on your face and the urge to giggle bottled up tight in your throat. 

Barnes returns from the meeting with a muted breezy expression on his face which you’ve learned to interpret that meant things went well. You listen to him summarize the meeting for you while pretending to read one of the charts Rogers just sent you on your computer. The memory of finding them in the closet this afternoon hits you hard and you have to cough in order to stop the laugh bubbling along your throat and tickling your tongue. 

Bucky pauses thinking your cough was a sign to stop talking, but when you glance side ways at him and raise an eyebrow he hurriedly continues on. It’s not until you both have settled at your respective desks across the room and Bucky gets up and heads to the printer stationed on a desk against the wall, that things start to head down hill. 

It’s not until you notice him fiddling with the printer making grumbling sounds of obvious annoyance (which you don’t find adorable, you don’t) that you realize belatedly that you still hadn’t put in the new cartridge. Wordlessly you stand, grabbing the ink cartridge off your desk, and head over to the printer. Bucky moves over and watches you take out the empty cartridge and drop it in the waste bin by your feet. And when you take the new one out of its thin box and plastic wrapping, you feel your resistance to the hilarity you went through to get it quickly dissolve. 

You stand frozen staring down at the ink for long enough that Bucky thinks you might not know how to put it in, even if you did just take out the old cartridge. 

“Would you like me to do it?” He offers as neutrally as he can, getting all sorts of weird vibes from the expression that keeps flickering across your down turned face. 

And you break.

It might have been Bucky’s words, or just the ink cartridge sitting oh so innocently in your palm, but it was most likely the vivid memory of walking in on Steve and Peggy. You start laughing. At first it’s under your breath, but the more you try to contain the sound the more out of your grasp it gets. You look up as your laughter gets more confident, brighter, and you find Bucky staring at you like you’ve finally lost it. Maybe you have because you burst into even louder laughter, the noise colorful and easy, falling into snickers when you need to breathe before returning with a cackling vengeance as you push the air back out. 

Bucky doesn’t know whether to be disturbed or entranced. It hits him hard then that he’s never actually seen you laugh, or smile for that matter. And not a business smile but a real one, the one you’re giving him right now. He finds himself smiling to, grinning ear to ear as he watches you collapse into infectious gorgeous laughter. 

“Oh god,” You wheeze as you try to mop up some of the tears from the corners of your eyes, but the words only remind you how you had shrieked them earlier and another peel of giggles wrings themselves out of you. 

Bucky is utterly speechless. He’s in complete awe. The woman standing before him is alive and vibrant and laughing. So this is what he’s been hunting for inside that cruel robot all these years. This is who he’s unconsciously been holding out for. She’s real. She’s here with him finally. 

“What,” Bucky stutters and loses his train of thought as you face him again and he’s left stupefied by the happiness in your face, how beautiful it makes you. I mean you were always beautiful, but in a cruel removed wave. Like you would eat him alive instead of grace him with a smile. 

“It’s nothing,” You attempt to recover through another giggle, “I just intruded on some, some frivolity earlier.” 

Bucky nods not satisfied in the least with just that, not wanting this moment to end. Not wanting this woman to disappear behind a maze of masks to a place he can’t reach. But the inevitable happens and he watches, silently mournful, as the walls come back up and the monster’s skin is pulled back on. With a sniff you efficiently change the cartridge and turn away without another word, your scowl returned to the throne of your lips once more. 

Part 2

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