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bratshaws · 14 days

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through the hourglass 381. brb x oc

a/n: not me being an idiot and SAYING 40 INSTEAD OF 80 AAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He did something he hadn’t done in years.

He checked his yearbook. it was tossed somewhere inside their closet - to be honest he hadn’t even shown Bea that it was there. Rooster walked out of the shower and beelined towards the built in shelves, moving boxes out of the way, patting around until he finds it.

It was a thick yearbook, red leather cover. He looks down at it, exhales, then inhales, then repeats it all over again. Dr.Paulson,when Rooster told him about it, said that this should be a restart for him. To finally accept the healing he’s been working on. He got the promotion, now he had to deal with some demons.

He looks around, hearing Beatrice moving downstairs and then sits on the bed, placing the yearbook on his lap…why was he nervous to open it?

Rooster sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the yearbook heavy in his hands. He traced his fingers over the red leather cover… It had been years since he last looked at the pages within, the memories of his high school days buried deep within his mind.

With a deep breath, he opened the yearbook, the pages yellowed with age. As he flipped through the pages, faces from the past stared back at him, frozen in time. He found himself smiling at some of the familiar faces, memories flooding back to him with each turn of the page.

There were pictures of his classmates, their names scrawled in elegant handwriting beneath their photos. He lingered on each page, reminiscing about the friendships and rivalries that had defined his high school experience.

And there were many rivalries.

But as he turned the pages, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over him. He paused on a page featuring a group photo of his baseball team, memories of late-night practices and incredible victories flooding back to him.

He shakes his head, flipping back to the beginning to find his photo. He looked…crazy. But then again this was the 2000’s and everyone looked crazy then. His mustache was already thick and— was his hair a mullet???? He stares at it for a few seconds, he could NOT remember his hair like that, but it was a kind of mullet.

“What the f-” he narrows his eyes, trying to remember it…why did he…oh. That picture day he told his mom he wanted a haircut, since his hair was growing long but…but she wasn’t okay, so he decided to do it himself. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t good.

He looked very angry then, even while smiling.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, looking back at his younger self with the strained smile and low brows. Almost glaring in a way…he was so fucking angry back then, so angry,so stressed so–”

“Hey.”

He immediately snaps the yearbook closed, widening his eyes towards Bea, who gave him a confused look ,”...hey…gorgeous.”

Beatrice crossed the room to join him on the bed, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in Rooster's expression. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. "You seem...distressed."

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was just...looking at my old yearbook."

“...what?”

“Oh, it’s…nothing.” he tries to put it away, “Just, you know, it’s nothing.”

Bea blinked at him, smiling in surprise, “You never told me you had your yearbook!”

"Yeah, I guess I never did," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "It's just been sitting in the closet for years, collecting dust."

Beatrice's expression softened as she reached out to take Rooster's hand in hers. "Well, why don't you show it to me?" she suggested gently. "I'd love to see what you were like in high school."

Rooster hesitated, unsure of how to respond…"I don't know, Bea," he said hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...not exactly a happy trip down memory lane."

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand ,rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, her eyes warm. "I understand," she said softly. "But I'm here for you, no matter what. And if looking at your yearbook brings up difficult memories, I'll be right here to support you. If you want to"

She had a way of making him feel seen and understood, even when he struggled to articulate his emotions.

Always did.

With a deep breath, he nodded, his resolve strengthening.

"Okay," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll show it to you."

With that, Rooster opened the yearbook once again, flipping through the pages as Beatrice leaned in to look over his shoulder. She blinked, because he opened exactly on his picture, ‘...Roos.” she whispers, “...You never told me you had a mullet in school!’

‘Yeah,I…kinda forgot.”

“You make it look good.” she whispered, “...gosh I’d have such a crush on you if we studied together.”

Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's remark, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Well, lucky for me, I have you now," he replied, his voice tinged with affection. "And I wouldn't change that for anything."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes shining with love. "I feel the same way," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." she was so sincere, only to drop her gaze back down at the yearbook, “...so, tell me a little bit about this. You did tell me some about your life in Virginia but,well, anyone here you’d like to introduce me to?”

“Ah,pft,I think you’ll meet most of them at the reunion.” he mutters, flipping a page, ‘...I can’t believe I said yes.”

She looks at him for a few seconds, she could see how much this whole ordeal made him conflicted and she felt her heart hurt for him. Rooster had so much in his mind and she always means what she says when she says she’ll respect and support his choices… “We can still cancel the flight if you want.” she suggests ,”Is that what you want?”

“...no, it’s fine.”

“You sure?”

He rubs his eyes then runs his hand down his face, “I…I need to do this, close the chapter, you know?” he looks down at his yearbook, inhaling before he closes it, “...I haven’t seen these people in almost 20 years, gorgeous….”

"I understand," she said softly, her voice quiet. "Closing that chapter can be difficult, but I'll be right here with you every step of the way."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I appreciate that.”

"Hey," she said softly, breaking the silence, "You don't have to do this alone. We're a team, remember?"

Rooster smiled at Beatrice's words, feeling a surge of gratitude wash over him. "I know," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "It’s just…weird."

They sat together for a while longer, finding solace in each other's presence.It was then that Bea finally noticed that her husband, her very handsome and physically attractive husband, was wearing only a towel. “...baby?” she asks, “you…are not dressed.”

He blinks, “...Oh. I…forgot about that.”

Beatrice laughed softly, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "You are too silly sometimes" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go get dressed before you catch a cold."

“I mean…would you be opposed if I…you know, lost the towel?”

Oh he was relentless.

“Normally I’d be all for it baby but we have things to do today,” she whispers, albeit her eyes dropped to his jutted hipbones, “Okay?”

Rooster nodded, smirking before standing up from the bed and making his way to the closet to grab some clothes.Beatrice watched Rooster with a fond smile, feeling a rush of affection wash over her.

And something else.

Once Rooster was dressed, they settled back onto the bed, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Beatrice snuggled up against Rooster's side, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as they basked in the warmth of their love.

As they lay together, lost in their own thoughts, Rooster reached out to take Beatrice's hand in his. He squeezed her hand then brought up to his lips "I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being there for me."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "I love you too," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Don’t mention it.”

He smiles, his cheeks dimpling as he rubs her ring finger gently, inhaling, ‘...is it weird to say I’m kinda scared for the reunion?”

"It's not weird at all," she replied softly, her voice gentle as she caresses his chest. "It's natural to feel nervous about facing the past, especially when it's been so long."

Rooster nodded, his gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'm just worried about...what they'll think of me, you know? It's been so long since we've seen each other, and I've changed a lot since then." he frowns, “I don’t know why I am worried.”

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand reassuringly, her touch warm and comforting. "You're still the same amazing person you've always been," she said sincerely. "And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve to be in your life."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "It’s just this whole thing with John, him being a weirdo, i don’t know…made me remember why I stopped talking to some of them.”

Rooster wrapped his arm around Beatrice, pulling her close before he continued, “I mean, he looked at you weird too.” he purses his lips, “I didn’t like it.”

Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of security wash over her. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with concern. “I do love when you get all protective.” she smiles softly, kissing his chin, “You are always so…vicious with your eyes only,it’s very attractive.”

He chuckles, arching his brow at her, “Well, you are a beautiful woman.” she blushes,dropping her gaze a bit ,”And you know,I do love all of you.”

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. She looked up at him with adoration in her eyes, "You always know how to make me feel loved," she whispered, “I really like it.”

Rooster brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face, his touch gentle as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "And I always will," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean everything to me, Beatrice."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her. "”And you mean everything to me.” she whispers, touching his face, “...that’s why I don’t want you to be too worried, if you feel uncomfortable there,we leave. Plain and simple.”

He frowns, “I know…” he sighs, “I don’t know if we should take the kids to Virginia this time.”

“Yeah?”

“We’ll be there for what? One? Two days? There’s no need.” he frowns, “Besides, the long travel is going to take a toll on them, you know?”

‘Well, the twins are still pretty young.” she whispers, “And Nikki…mhm…yeah no you are right, it’s better they stay here. Maybe we can call Mav to babysit them, you know?” she says softly, “They’d have a blast.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing with concern. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he replied, his voice filled with thoughtfulness. "I'll give Mav a call and see if he's available to babysit."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "He’ll make time, you know that," she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I think the kids will have a lot of fun with him."

Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, his touch warm. They always do," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just want to make sure our family is happy and safe."

Beatrice melted into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they savored the moment together.

“They are.” she whispers, kissing his chin, “You know they are.” she then sits up, “Come on, there’s a lot of stuff we have to pack–” he groans in annoyance “And we better get on with it, the sooner we do it, the better,right?”

He sighs, but relents, “...fine…” with a little grin, slapping her ass as she turns around, making her yelp, “After you.”

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

#the cant shut tf up disease... its spreading...#BUT I LOVE IT!!! NEVER SHUT UP BFF!!!#sorry i hijacked your ask and chatted so much shit...#but sick matty is FULL of potential #anon!#bff anon <33333 #teacher au!

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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GIRL I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW HOSHI ROT SAME SAME.

So. I have a few.

- I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

And now for the true brain rot:

- I see him being open to try new things in bed but I think he'd hesitate a lot when it involves "hurting" you in some way (like spanking or edging) Like, he'd say "Okay let's do it!!" And then in the last moment scream "Ahhhh I can't" and hide his face in your neck

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

I'll be back if I remember more brb

Me opening this ask and being overwhelmed with feelings. But fr thank you for sending it in. Lets go over these one by one shall we?

I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

100% percent. Imagine him just bragging to the rest of the group about how supportive you are. Holding you close, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as he takes your phone and shows your lockscreen to like Jihoon. Who ofc just rolls his eyes. "My baby loves me so much." You'd be so embarrassed but then just pick up his phone and show them the picture he has set of you. "Looks like my baby loves me so much too?" He'd just laugh and kiss your neck nodding.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

Like no joke every time he comes home you get a new matching item. He gets that cute little cat beanie, well so do you just in a different color. "Couple beanies!"

LOL I love this so much. The idea of him nodding and just being like I can do that sure. Being such a daddy about it. All sexy. Getting you naked, all laid out for him. His hand running over your ass then as soon as he's about to slap your ass he just laughs and hides his face. "But what if it hurts?!" You would just groan into your pillow as he kissed your neck and ran his fingers between your legs trying to make you feel good instead. "That's the point Soonyoung...a little pain feels good baby." Now you've peaked his interest again.

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

You'd have more lingerie than clothes and then imagine you decide to wear like a corset top under a blazer in public??? He's fucking done for. He's drooling into his dinner. He's undressing you with his eyes the entire dinner and then by the time he has you in the car he's got his fingers buried inside you muttering in your ear about how fucking delicious you look. How he can wait to ruin your lingerie and you.

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year

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17 and 20 for the ask game :)

Also I really love your writing, it’s devastating in the best of ways.

100 Fanfic Asks

BRB putting 'devastating in the best way' in my official fanfic author bio the day I create that. Or something. Thank you so much!

17. What is your favourite line you've ever written?

Ooooh this is a tough one I have a lot of favourites! Let me try and pick one here. (I did not pick one) There's this, from Of Aftermath:

In no rush, Zero removes his overcoat, green emerald gloves. Leaves his gray three piece on and unties his shoes. Slides into dark grey heavy soled slippers and crosses the room. Stops short of Ocelot’s back to reach for the low slouched black hat. This, he grips, tugs free to force ash blonde strands to spill, purses his lips to how badly its thinning.

And so soon, too. Keeping that up and he’d look less like her in short time. Ocelot turns, slowly in his seated position. Fixes him with red rimmed eyes slowly overtaken by pupils, and raises his scarf covered neck in defiant challenge.

Ah. There it is. That icy glower that should be dead and buried, but thrives in the most perfect meme no science could hope duplicate.

Not for lack of trying.

“My 1898?” Zero scoffs, “I’d not yet broken its seal.”

“You don’t keep me around for my good behaviour, David.”

He’s still angry. It’ll be useful.

And for there's this exchange from Springtrap Paradise always amused me:

“This some kind of sick joke?”

“I’ve been called worse in my lifetime.”

And honestly many more! I just happened to forget every line I'd ever written ever and had to go back and check some fics XD. 20. What is your favourite trope to write?

I'm a pretty huge sucker for enemies to anything tbh. I love that kind of weird dynamic. Enemies to Worse Enemies? Enemies to Lovers? Enemies to Enemies With Benefits? Enemies and Eternal Rivals?? I love it all.

Thank you for sending in!

#asks #answered asks #fanfic asks #ask games #thank you so much i really appreciate all your words

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seelestia · 1 year

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oh no the poor lil meow meows... *accidentally drops two umbrellas through the window* and jfc heizou you're a detective, not a burglar....

on second thought let's not i think i would cry if random men and women start throwing their heads onto zhongli's chest while we're strolling about in the city-

"a lost verse from the holy book of simping 101" hsldkfjlsjdklfjsld

and i'd be the kind of teacher who couldn't help but laugh at you whenever you did so and in the process i would be making a fool of myself in front of this very attractive coworker of mine orz hslkdhflskd omg he totally would. him being a guest lecturer and yet he knows more than the actual teacher. also him slipping when they brought in a small hatchling:

"normally dragons of these kinds are quite docile unless provoked. their favorite diets are the various types of rocks. most dragons in particular find magic crystals to taste delectable, however, i personally am fond of cor lapis- i mean-"

"meimei, are they running away from me. why are they running away." brb crying why is he this adorable i can't-

h-he actually came home, yes. my second time winning 50/50 i am very honored lord kamisato sir- what did you threaten him with??????

i took him about 72+ pulls to come home but i still have my savings for husband #2, the 'feeble' scholar bc i did some exploring, so i'm very happy!

ohhhh congrats for the double 5 stars!! fingers crossed i get the same luck with al haitham... he'll be out when it's my dad's birthday so i'm going to ride on his birthday luck and bribe him with food so he'll pull al haitham for me lmao

scaranya zoomies :D he'll come home on his rerun for sure!! time to start saving heheheh "emotional attachment purposes" hsldkfjlskdf i have yet to play the archon quest interlude but i think i found a name i want to use for him!! my brother already did the quest on his account and he named him 'hokuto'. what did you name him?? :D

also shldfkjslkdjf it's BEEN SO LONGGGGGGGGG i hope you're doing well <3 <3

RIN JIE !! sorry for the long wait, aaaa. i'm so happy i finally found enough time to respond to this ask after it marinated for so long 😭

heizou going thru the window is smth we shall not speak about and i also can't believe i'm saying this so shamelessly: but i can indeed confirm that he is both a detective and a burglar because— *momentarily regrets everything* because he stole my heart a while back <3 and into the earth i shall bury myself (/j)

LOLLL if people start throwing themselves at zhongli (literally), i can see you holding in the urge to politely pry them off. it is alright, rin jie, your hubby is vv good at sidestepping people! gracefully so too! to the people: his chest isn't a practical nor traditional place to wish for mora, you'd better off robbing the northland bank instead. (/j)

I AM LIVING FOR OUR GENSHIN POTTER BRAINROT. rin jie, you are the embodiment of trying to look cool by leaning against a non-existent wall and falling— zhongli just concernedly holds out a hand like "?? are you hurt???" truly, my fav grandparents in the entire world <3 (/lh) ALSO. purely hypothetical but if we were to turn it into a series, what do you think would make a good conflict for each chara 🤔 aight, who's gonna be voldemort and why is my mind saying dottore. (/j)

AND YES, I SAW !! you won ayato and got alhaitham on 1 pity??? *wipes a dramatic tear* your unlucky era has come to a glorious end. they're finally learning from itto! and iirc, your dad is a math + physics teacher, so i can't help but imagine alhaitham harboring some level of respect for him LOLL (similarly, my respect for your dad also went 📈 because math and physics?? that deserves a wow /pos) and abt ayato coming home, there was no threat... you just have to put your best puppy eyes and tug on his sleeve. easy peasy, lemon squeezy! (/lh)

hokuto sounds so cute??? i can actually hear scara's jp va saying it in my head <3 i named him ren! ren means 'lotus' in japanese and they believe that lotus resembles rebirth, so i thought why not?? >:) but that name sounds too handsome and boyish for someone like him (/j)

#ayato looks vv pretty in those shots (as per usual) <3 #my ayato has been doing well. he is flourishing by being fed the main dps title and HoD artifacts ✨#i did pull for alhaitham but the scholar took one look at me and frowned (rude /j)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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lacedqll · 19 days

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I totally agree with what you said at the end there, I tend to find angst most comforting, I believe the best form of comfort comes after pure pain. Almost like the calm after the storm

But anyways, I was wondering if you’d be able to write a Ranboo x Reader where the reader tends to be very unemotional, calm, collected, and they never let anybody in. And eventually the reader just cracks and breaks down, letting out all of their buried and bottled up feelings and emotions? Only if you’re comfortable writing something like this Ofc, if not then I completely understand :)

(Also I was wondering if I could be 🌌 anon?)

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 . . 𝐲𝐞𝐬

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🐋 ⁺ -ˋˏ 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. ꗃ 𓏸

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❛ rather keep to myself . . . - ❜

❛ - 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 (𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦) . . 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ❜

୧ ‧₊ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.

"CHAT- CHAT- calm down, the poor mods are having to moderate all the spammers with you all being so excited today!" Ranboo laughed, smiling widely with that goofy personality as perusal, whilst i stayed that emotionless person. our differences contrasted well,, even if complete literal opposites. i mean, the saying is 'Opposites Attract', so i guess it worked out in a funny way i guess.

staring at the chat which quickly went by, messages getting deleted before being seen, one caught my eye. it was a message that quickly got deleted, a simple hate comment towards my body, but something in me took it so to heart. quickly trying to shake it off as usual with hate comments, i couldnt. taking it so deeply to the pit of my heart. taking a hitched sigh, i settled a little closer to Ranboo, scooting my chair with a quiet screech as it skidded against the floors towards them. Ranboo seemed to barely catch me moving closer, eyes looking at me for a hot second before looking back at the streaming camera, going back to talking as they put his hand out towards me.

i stared at there hand for a moment before hesitantly grabbing it, keeping my gaze downwards as i heard him whisper a quick 'Are you okay?' before proceeding the talking to chat. i just barely nodded, keeping the emotions bottled up as always, a trait i had that i hated. it wasnt my fault i always stayed boddled up, hiding my emotions and never seemjng to fall apart. i only ever cried when away from people, screaming into pillows, punching my matress. i never expressed feelings so openly and i just couldnt handle it. people would say its unhealthy, but i couldnt control how i would react.

before i had realized, Ranboo had the 'BRB' screen up and the mic muted, body turned to me. lifting up my head, meeting my eyes with his, they spoke. "You're okay, yeah?" they asked. i stared for a moment before nodding slowly. the grip he had on my hand tightened before loosening, giving me a squeeze. "I'm alright, Ranboo." my voice was dull, lips spread into a thin line. a blank lie i had told them almost everyday. every other day, Ranboo would ask if im alright, and every otther time, i would lie. im such a gross liar.

his already arched brow rose up. "Are you completely sure?" i didnt answer this time, unsure of what to say. lying would put me into a deeper hole i had digged many years ago, but being truthful would make Ranboo worry. i dont want to be the reason they worry for me. thats wrong,,, but i need to tell someone. with a shaky breath, i slowly shake my head, and just as i expected, a glint of worry crossed in Ranboos eyes. why do i always make people worry. it makes me seem like a disappointment. im su- "I'm sorry." my words were cut off by Ranboo. huh?

"Why are you sorry?" i asked quietly. they didnt respond, just staring at me softly to which i stared back, us both sitting in silence. he turned away eventually, squeezing my hand as they turned on the mic of the stream, almost forgetting he was live as they spoke into the mic. "Chat, we are gonna end early." his voice was more gentle than usual. chat was quick to spam no's, making them chuckle, quickly bidded there goodbyes with chat before turning off the stream before turning back to me. i gulped nervously, feeling as if under an inspection by a detective of some sorts.

"Just let it out." they mumbled to me. "What do you mean?" "Just,,, cry. I understand if you need to. Bottling up your emotions isn't gonna fix anything. Just let it out already. The stream is off, i'm the only one here. I don't want to peer pressure you into tears, but please. You need to get better with this type of stuff."

a hitched breath left my mouth, eyes getting stung as i looked away quickly, feeling the waterworks already get to work with a warm tear escaping my eye. including a few more. Ranboo smiled slightly before hugging me. i couldnt do this anymore. grasping tightly onto Ranboo, i sobbed into his shoulder, leaning over the armrest of the chair. "Ranboo I can't bottle up this anymore.."

"Shh. It's okay.. just cry, let it out. I understand if you wouldn't want to talk after this.."

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🌌anon 'iyaa!! currently eating blue takis ^0^ (sorry if people fasting see this or have ED!! not meaning to trigger anyone<3) happy to see someone agree with me! :) writing angst, depending on how i begin or end it, can be really comforting or a sad type of comfort! happy to write 4 u again if it is you :3 happy readings 🌌anon!! :D reminder: if you ever want anything changed, dm me! but if you want to stay anonymous, you can send it in through an ask and i'll get right to it! being descriptive is helpful <3 but i think i did well on this one! little longer than expected!

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jaebam · 3 years

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you can complete my circle, the most important last piece

#got7 #ot7 #got7edit #thegot7network #*#well....idk😭😭#let me try to bury this brb

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appropriatelystupid · 3 years

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If we’re gonna keep getting those Saskia-vibes this season then I’d like to make this my formal request for this look to come back when Lena shows up at Kara’s door for supercorp’s first date

#‘cause lena is nervous as fuck so she goes full armor #the makeup the hair the outfit #anything she can to give herself confidence because ‘why did kara even agree to this i know she asked me but she can’t possibly mean it’#and all she really wants is to bury herself in a sweater with some tea and hide but it’s ~kara~ so of course she’s still gonna show up #so the armor is on and she’s made it to the door but it’s been 8 whole minutes and she still hasn’t knocked but she knows kara must know #and after she’s taken ANOTHER deep breath and the NOT knocked on the door kara just whips it open and is immediately *shocked pikachu face*#because she heard lena #heard her heart heard her breathing but hadn’t looked #hadn’t thought to glance through the door to confirm and just #FUCK ya know because ‘holy shit this goddess of a woman is actually still in her life and actually agreed to a date date’#but neither of them accounted for the fact that they’re both just so utterly shocked that this is happening that neither has said anything #and it’s been like 3 minutes of just staring at each other in her doorway until lena takes another breath like she’s almost found some words #but before she can kara is kissing her right there in the hallway and then they’re both laughing because of course everything is perfect #and why are they both trying so hard when they both just want to be in each other’s presence #so they say forget the reservations let’s find some sweats and watch a movie #supercorp #brb i’m manifesting #lena luthor #kara danvers

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inhuman-obey-me · 3 years

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Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

#obey-mes-treasure #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #gn!reader #gn!mc #demons being demons #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos #ask and ye shall be answered

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 126. brb x oc

a/n: Nicole is a joy to write, she really is. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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Nicole’s light eyes were the first thing people noticed about her, light green that looked like the fanciest gems in the world, shining and bright and full of wonder, Nicole was a baby but she was so smart, and curious too…she wanted to know where they were because her father carried her out of the car before handing her over to her mother.

This was a new place! She had never seen this huge building before! It wasn’t her nonni’s house or her grandpa Mav’s place, no this was so big and shiny! Nicole blabbed something, kicking her tiny legs as she was carried by Beatrice, gurgling happily.

“Well,aren’t you happy?” Rooster smiles as he opens the doors for his girls to enter, ‘She’s very happy today.”

“She is.” Beatrice agrees,kissing Nicole’s head and then turning towards Rooster, “Roos,remember-”

He makes a zipping motion over his lips, winking at her, “My lips are sealed.”

Beatrice sighs in relief, nodding at him and the two walk past the concierge who just smiled at them and gestured to the elevators. The woman was so used to them by now she didn’t even need to tell them what to do, they just entered and waited until the doors closed.

The reflection of the three of them faced back, in fact, Nicole’s reflection was wide eyed and confused, her little body stiff and alert because she just couldn’t understand what was happening. She looked back at her parents, then at the metal doors, then back up at the two, her little brows furrowing at how weird this was, “That’s your reflection,Nikki.” Rooster says, leaning down a bit to grab her little arm,kissing that minuscule hand and waving.

The other Nicole waved back, the little baby just looked even more confused, “Aahn!” she turned her head to hide her face from what she was seeing, preferring to hold onto her mother than seeing…whatever or whoever that was. Beatrice,who was deep in thought, looks down when she feels Nicole burying her face into her shirt, trying to hide herself from her reflection, “What’s happening?”

Rooster laughs, gently brushing Nicole’s head, “She got spooked,” he points to the doors, “By our doppelgangers.”

Beatrice blinks up to where he was gesturing, then back down at Nicole, laughing softly, “Nikki, it’s okay,” but her baby girl was holding onto her arm, refusing to look back ahead, “Okay, fine, come here.” she adjusts Nicole in her hold to tuck her on the curve of her shoulder, kissing her soft hair with one of her hands touching her back, “It’s okay,honey…it’s just you, but you are too young to notice it yet.”

“Imagine when she figures out shadows.” her husband jokes, “She’ll freak out.”

“She will.” Bea laughs, still rubbing Nicole’s back, “....what do you think Ev wants to talk about?”

Rooster shrugs, crossing his arms as they wait, “I have no idea, did she give you any…hints?”

“No, nothing at all.”

Bradley hums while still keeping his eyes on Beatrice,”Maybe something about her,” he stares down his wife’s stomach,”Pregnancy.”

“Maybe- oh,we are here,” she shushes him,”Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

Nicole only looked up when the doors opened and she saw something else, a door, a door that opened and showed her aunt Evelyn there waiting for them. She looked…relaxed, she didn’t seem upset at all, in fact she looked really happy? “Glad you three showed up, hi Nikki.” Evelyn smiles, leaning down a bit to be on her honorary niece’s eye level, “How are you,sweetie? Are you okay?”

Nicole babbled something that only makes Evelyn smile more and straighten her body, opening her door wider, “Come on in, Jake is inside too.” she mentions it mainly to Rooster, who nods while guiding Beatrice inside.

And once they do it’s…a lot different.

For one there are so many boxes inside, in different shapes and sizes and colors. Wiley was sitting on top of a large one, eyes closed and tail flicking as Jake messed with something in the background. The blonde pilot looked up from what he was doing to smile, “Well,look who it is.” he smirks, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt - everyone ignored the obvious pop of joints that came out of his knees when he did so- “No one told me the little princess was coming!”

If Rooster had to list everyone in the Squad who adored Nicole more than him and Bea, he had to admit Jake was on the top three - Payback unfortunately remained on the first place - because he truly adored their daughter. Rooster was okay with it because he knew Nicole would have…a lot of uncles and aunts who are just insane for her and would be just as bad as him when it came to her defense.

“Hi Bea.” Jake hugs Beatrice quickly, then turns to Rooster, “Rooster.”

“Hangman.” they clap hands onto a shake,” You seem busy.”

“You noticed,did you?” he looks back at the boxes, hands on his hips and a tired sigh leaving his mouth, “Yeah, setting everything up for the little one.” he nods towards Evelyn, who was slowly making her way over with her arms crossed, “Wanna help? Or are you rusty?” he jokes, punching Rooster on the shoulder, “Been six months already.”

Rooster takes a while to reply and his wife mentally panics, but he’s quick to reply, “I’m not that rusty, what do you need me to do? I’ll be over here,okay gorgeous?” he leans down to peck her lips and then kiss Nicole’s head before he walks away.

“O-Okay.” Beatrice smiles, Jumping a bit when she feels a touch between her shoulder blades, Evelyn’s tall stature appearing on her side.

“Now that the boys are busy,” she begins, “Can you join me?”

Beatrice blinks but nods, “Y-Yea, sure!” she was still confused as to why her friend called them over after all, it surely wasn’t just so Rooster could help Jake was it? She turned on her heel to follow Beatrice down the hallway that led to her massive room, blinking when she noticed how blank the walls looked, “Oh you…removed some of your posters?”

“I did.” Evelyn said,”My mom came over and said that such things wouldn’t be good for the baby, heavy imagery.”

“Makes some sense.” Beatrice whispers, entering Evelyn’s room “Woah.”

There were more boxes there, a lot more, “We are going to expand.” her friend explains, drawing a square with her hands and spreading them apart when she turns to the left, “Over there, it’s going to be the baby’s room.”

“....Really?”

“Yeah,Jake is practically moved over.” she shrugs, pulling her shirt a bit because it rid up enough to show more ot her baby bump,”We decided we could stay here since we don’t plan on having more.”

Beatrice swallowed hard, hugging Nicole close, “Oh, you already decided that?”

“For now? Yes, one kid is what we can do.” her friend explains, “Anyway, that’s not why I asked you to come,please-” she gestures to the bed, the only thing still free of any items, “Sit.”

Beatrice does sit against the headboard, mainly so she could keep Nicole upright and safe - and away from the edge, surrounded by softness and nothing more, without any cat fur in sight since she knew that Wiley was trained to stay away from the beds - her little daughter babbling something as she messes with her rubber monkey.

Beatrice looks up at Evelyn, whose face is still gentle, nothing on there showed any type of ill feelings, “...Bea.” she begins, sitting down on a chair in front of her friend, “Bea I want to ask you something really serious.”

“Okay?”

“Bea, would you and Rooster agree to be my baby’s godparents?”

Beatrice blinks, staring at Evelyn with wide eyes, “W-What, really?”

“Yes, you,Rooster,Shells and Bob are the chosen ones.” Evelyn smiles, ‘I thought it’d be good that way.”

Beatrice had no words, being a godparent was such an honor to her. In fact, Nicole’s godparents were Leonardo and Cynthia, while Rooster chose Nat and Umberto for his side…clearly it wasn’t a religious ceremony but it was what they chose, “Yes!Yes of course!”

“Good, oh God,thank you.” Evelyn drops her head with a sigh, “Jesus.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My parents wanted to shove some of my cousins to step in and I’d never let them get close to my kid.” she snaps, “Plus,I trust you guys.”

While the two talked, Nicole was busy playing with her monkey, chewing its head, looking around the room curiously and then noticing something colorful on the side. Two little things, one cylindrical and the other square, lying on the bed and pointing right at her.

Within arm’s reach as well.

She stopped chewing her monkey to stretch her little body until she reached the things, bringing it closer towards her as her mother and aunt talked. She just stared at the things, then started tapping them together, a plastic sound reverberated but the two women still hadn’t noticed.

Nicole blinks again, setting the things down, then grabbing them - they were heavy! - before repeating the process a few more times. She then decides, out of the blue, to try something. Beatrice still wasn’t looking when Nicole managed to balance one on top of the other, somehow it stayed up like a perfect T shape in the middle of the bed.

She laughs happily, holding onto her shoes as she stares at the new thing she just created by herself…somehow…Beatrice looks back down for a second, then does a double take, “Nikki?” she asks,”Did you- did you do this?”

“What?”

“Evelyn…I…well.”

Her friend looks to the side to see her body lotion and face cream on top of the other, a T standing straight in the middle of her bed, unmoving,completely still. Nicole laughs again, clapping her hands and looking up at the two women, “...does she…does this normally?”

“She has some toys that help but I’ve never seen her do this, oh my God Nikki!” her mother squeals, “I’m going to take a picture so I can show it to your dad- this isn’t normal is it?”

“How so?”

“Well,’ she pulls out her phone, “She’s six months old, she…already does a lot of things.”

Evelyn leans her weight on the bed, away from Nicole’s creation so it wouldn’t tumble down and smiles, tilting her head, “Maybe she’s a prodigy?”

“Haha, maybe.”

Nicole was happily oblivious to the conversation, giggling as she pushed the shapes down and watched them tumble on the bed. The body lotion rolled farther away until it reached the end of the bed but didn’t fall on the ground. Nicole looked up back at her mother and aunt with a gummy grin, shaking her little legs on top of the mattress, ‘...this one will be popular,Bea.” Evelyn says, “I think she’ll be a one of a kind child.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I mean it, her eyes are so bright,” Evelyn smiles, lying down on the bed to stay in Nicole’s eye level, “And she is so alert, aren’t you Nikki?”

“Aa!”

“Yes she is.” Evelyn smiles, her smile dropping for a second, “You know…my dad is trying to…I don’t know, be more present.” she whispers, furrowing her brows, “I think he wants to make up for the long time he wasn’t with me…he wants to be here for the little pumpkin.”

Beatrice smiles as she picks Nicole up again, settling her on her lap, “How is it going?”

A pause.

A long one.

“Complicated.”

“I thought you two were doing okay?”

Evelyn laughs,”We were…until he found out I was pregnant, then he just, doubled up the worry and protectiveness and wanted me to do this, do that…eventually we had a bad argument and I told him he had nothing to worry about since he didn’t know what was like to be a father like that.”

“...Evelyn, oh my God.”

“I know…I felt really bad afterwards but I just…came back home, avoided Jake and locked myself in the bathroom.” she whispers, “...I want us to have a good relationship,but it’s so hard. I can’t–I am not a child anymore,I accept suggestions but I don’t like when he tries to act like he knows what he’s talking about…hell even when he wasn’t deployed he was distant. Too many reports, meetings, this, that, like…ugh.”

Evelyn drops her head onto the mattress with a heavy sigh escaping her lips, “It’s just complicated…doesn’t help that he tries to use it as a way to show that’s how Jake will be like, he doesn’t know Jake. Jake is nothing like that.”

Beatrice could only offer Evelyn a gentle smile, she could understand her frustration because of her father, placing a hand on top of her friend’s back to support her. Nicole however was busy with something else yet again, but not something she could touch, no,she was looking intensely to the side, chewing her monkey as the two women continued talking.

Nicole’s light eyes were focused on a specific spot, one spot that suddenly made her giggle quietly, then giggle a bit louder, her little arm reaching towards nothing, “Dada!”

“Huh?”

Beatrice and Evelyn stop talking, seeing Nicole was still laughing, bouncing a bit and trying to grab the air, “Dada!”

“I think she’s missing Rooster.” Beatrice says, even if her eyes slowly drag towards the empty spot with a confused frown. She wondered what triggered Nikki to call for Rooster so suddenly considering she never did that before, “But…honestly,Ev…just give your dad a chance. You are his only child, you are pregnant…he wants to be close.”

“I don’t know,Bea.”

‘He’s trying.” Bea reinforcers, “Okay,he’s not the best at communicating but…he’s really trying to be there for you. He just wants you to be back in his life.”

Evelyn frowns,rubbing her nail over the mattress cover, licking her lips as she thinks about it, then laughs softly, “...damn, you know, Nikki is never going to have issues talking to you.” she says, “You are too good of a person Bea, better than I am.”

‘That’s not true.”

“No,it is…I almost stopped talking to him again for…no reason.” Evelyn pushes herself to a sitting position,” But…I’ll follow your advice-” Nicole only giggles at nothing again, stretching her arms even more, “Maybe you should take her to Rooster.”

“Yeah, yeah I will.”

“By the way,” Evelyn says as she stands up, taking Bea’s hand as she does so,”Me and Jake were talking about something too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,we both had this weird dream that you were pregnant again.” Beatrice’s face paled but Evelyn didn’t notice it,”I think my hormones are somehow going towards him because how weird was that?”

“Oh, h-haha,so weird!” Beatrice’s voice comes out high pitched and nervous, but she tries to play it cool, “S-So weird.”

“Ah, nevermind…come on,I need some water.”

Beatrice waits a few seconds to follow Evelyn outside, closing her eyes and muttering a ‘that was close’ once her friend was out of earshot. As she was leaving the room, Nicole giggles one last time “Dada!” before they make their way back to the front of the penthouse. Beatrice looks back towards the empty room, furrows her brows and decides that, right now, she really didn’t need to think about whatever was happening.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected

regular masterlist

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You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background.

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him.

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.”

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record.

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups.

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table.

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence.

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’.

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple.

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping.

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence.

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around.

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed.

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory.

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

#wilbur #Wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #Wilbur soot x reader #mcyt #YouTube #vlog #mcyt x reader #my god is this fucking cute #fluff #cute #dsmp #dsmp x reader

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whumpmatsus · 2 years

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No one asked for this but my kink is making osomatsu, karamatsu and ichimatsu an absolute blushy mess because theyre the most difficult to crack.

I wanna keep calling karamatsu my honey, angel, genuinely how great he is and how much i love him while cupping his cheeks, i wanna tell him hes extra cool and i wanna watch him become a stuttering mess as he fiddles with his sunglasses and tries to give even bigger compliments back but he cant because despite how simple my affections were they were raw and genuine. So would smile softly, and as the smile grows he would mumble a quiet thank you as i bring him into a hug, letting him bury his head in the crook of my neck and let out a heartfelt laugh.

I wanna ruffle ichimatsu's hair and tell him hes really cute and gentle, how much he matters to me and watch him hide his face in his hands(or on my shoulder either way i melt) mumbling and chuckling as he is trying to not say stuff like " no no im trash."

I wanna hold osomatsu's hand tell him hes a great big brother, no matter how much he jokes about shitty he is i will always think he is number one. He does so much and sacrifices so much i wanna tell him no matter what he is osomatsu, hes warm and approachable, friendly and considerate even if people dont see it. I want to call him cute, watch him go red and avoid eye contact as he blushes and frowns like a boy who has lost his composure and cool attitude, softly asking me to stop and i wanna boop his nose watching as his stubborn little frown turns into a gentle chuckle.

IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK???QAQ 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Ps: i say kink as i write the most wholesome shit🤣

GIRL SHUT UP THIS IS THE BEST KINK, EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME, Y'ALL LOST-

good GOD I'm,,,,, so soft,,,,,,,,,

brb gonna reread this fifty million times <3

#artsysolaris #answered #mod post #hurt'comfort #UGHHHHHHHHH THIS IS THE GOOD SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT

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pinkczennie · 3 years

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Incubus | Ten (m)

Summary: According to urban myth, if you had sex in your dreams and it actually felt real, it means that negative entities are having sex with you while you sleep. You’re sex deprived, so a sex demon helps you with your little problem.

Pairings: incubus!Ten x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.1K

Disclaimer: This is just purely fiction and does not accurately represent how incubus’ work. Anyways, brb I think I need to go to church to purify my soul because this is just absolute smut.

Italics= inside the dreams

Quarantine has been rough for you.

At first, you didn’t think this would be a problem, but now it’s starting to take a toll on you because you’re slowly starting to lose it.

Because you are trying to follow quarantine guidelines and maintain as little physical interaction with others as much as possible in fear of contracting a deadly virus, you’ve become a little pent up. In other words, you haven’t been able to have sex in a while.

The last time you got intimate with another male was about almost a year ago. Who would have known this global pandemic situation would have happened because you took physical touch for granted. Had you known this was going to happen, you would have tried to fulfil your sexual needs when it was still socially acceptable to be around other people because you are just suffering at home right now.

Sleeping around with other men right now would probably not be a safe idea, especially since you live with your parents and would not want to risk their health over your needs. Besides, your parents temporarily forbid you to see any friends or bring anyone over until the situation is over anyways. You don’t blame them, after all, who knows where other people have been and who they have interacted with, so it’s only safe for everyone in the house to restrict human interaction for a moment except with people living under the same roof.

You try to convince yourself that you can wait until the pandemic is over, but as the days go by and days turn into many months, you’re absolutely touch starved. To be more precise, you’re sexually frustrated.

Masturbating has helped to a certain extent but it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you fully. You wanted to feel another man’s touch again.

In fact, you were so sexually frustrated that you began to experience having sex dreams.

The room was dark and it was empty except for your bed. You laid in bed on your back completely naked and your pussy was soaking wet as an attractive looking male hovers over you. You don’t recognize the man in front of you because it’s not a face you have seen in person before.

He had raven-black hair that covered his forehead, cat-like eyes, and flawless skin. The first few buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, practically exposing his chest, and you spot the number 10 tattooed by his heart. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his wrists and his ears are covered in piercings. His pants were partially removed to only expose his dick and he rubs it against your slit, causing more wetness to secrete.

“Ahhhh-” you let out a long moan as he suddenly enters you in one fluid thrust thanks to your slick.

The initial pain of his girth stretching around your tight walls soon turned into pleasure after you were able to adjust to his size.

His hands were holding each side of your hips in place while his length begins to thrust into your heat. Your body feels hot and you became a whimpering mess as you allowed yourself to continue getting fucked in your dream, not from fear but from pleasure.

You don’t even know who the male is that is currently fucking you but your mind is so clouded with lust that you don’t even care as long as you get to reach your climax. It feels so good, even if it is just in a dream, that you didn’t even last long because after a few seconds you could already feel that tight knot in your stomach ready to snap.

After a few more thrusts, you both come undone and your body trembles at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you’ve been fucked and it feels amazing.

Soon, your mind slowly starts to wake up and your dream starts to slowly fade away.

Once your mind slowly becomes conscious, you could feel your heart currently thumping wildly in your chest and you are panting lightly, so you keep your eyes closed for a moment as you try to come down from your high.

Your eyes flutter open as you lay there in your bed and stare at the ceiling as your vision becomes less blurry, feeling slightly disheveled and there is this weird sensation between your legs. You rub your fingers against your clothed core and you jolt because you could feel it throbbing with oversensitivity.

Looks like you are going to have to change into a new pair of underwear because your current pair was completely damp from your little wet dream.

It was so strange because the dream felt so real considering the state you woke up in.

But lord, did it feel good. You felt somehow refreshed from getting some sort of action after many months, but also a little frustrated because it wasn’t enough and you wanted more.

If only you could go back to your dream on command. Curse dreams for feeling like it only lasts for a few seconds even though hours have actually passed by.

At first, you didn’t think much of it nor the male in your dream because it’s normal to have wet dreams occasionally...until it became a frequent occurrence.

The second time you had a sex dream was about a week later.

Just like last time, it was dark and you couldn’t see anything, but you were on your bed again with your ass up and face down.

You look behind your shoulder and you see him again, the same male from your previous sex dream in the exact same attire as well. This time, you can hear his sultry voice speaking. His voice was faint so you barely remember what his voice sounded like exactly, but you recall what he said:

“Are you ready?” he asks with a soothing tone.

“Yes,” you reply.

You suck in a breath when you feel a wet tongue swipe across your folds. Your toes curl and you spread your legs further apart as the man continues to eat you out. His tongue felt amazing against your dripping hole as he shoves the wet muscle deeper inside of you. He sure knows how to work his tongue on you as he plunges it into the deepest part of your slick walls.

You felt so filthy like this, completely exposed as an unknown male laps up your juices, but you could care less because you’re about to lose it when you feel two fingers rub against your clit. After all, this was just a dream.

Again, as you cum, your mind begins to slowly awaken and your dream fades to nothing once again.

This was your second wet dream in less than a month but having another sex dream should be nothing but a mere coincidence, you think to yourself. Right?

That is until you had another one. The third time you had a sex dream happens a couple days later.

Again, you see the same man but this time in a new position. He lays back comfortably on your bed while you hover over him, practically sitting naked on top of his dick sticking out of his pants.

“Ride me,” he commands as he strokes his hands on your thighs.

You place both hands on his chest and lift yourself up so your slit is directly above his cock before slowly sinking down on his length. You both throw your heads back as a moan escapes both your lips. He is buried deep inside you and you feel stuffed to the brim from his inches. Your warm cavern is tightly snug around his length and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

You begin to ride him at a slow pace before you pick up the pace and you’re in utter bliss when you find a steady rhythm to bounce on his cock. Your tits bounce as your body moves up and down.

The pattern repeats itself as you release around him.

It happens again a fourth time and you swear you keep seeing the same man as before from your previous dreams. This is starting to become a strange recurring dream.

Another thing that all of those dreams had in common is that they all felt oddly real. You do wake up with your clothes from the night before still on and your body seems untouched when you look in the mirror but why do you feel so spent?

You think you’re just sex deprived, that’s all. Besides, dreams are just your inner desires so maybe that explains why you are having all these sex dreams.

You don’t think it is necessary to see a doctor or a professional about your strange dreams considering it isn’t causing any harm to you, like sleep deprivation.

That night, you are on a video call with your close group of friends, catching up on what all of them have been doing during quarantine because your electronics are the only forms of communication you have with other people.

Eventually, you complain to them about the outrageous amounts of sex dreams you have been having lately and how the same man keeps appearing in those dreams. Sure, it’s normal to have dreams but when you have multiple sex dreams with the same male, it’s quite concerning.

“That is weird,” your male friend ponders.

“Is he hot?” your female friend giggles.

“Gorgeous,” you dreamily sigh in content. Honestly, it’s what makes the dream that much more enjoyable.

“I saw on Tik Tok, that if you have sex in your dreams and actually felt it, it means that a very negative entity called an incubus or succubus is stealing your sexual energy,” another friend informs the group.

You start to wonder if that was the explanation behind all your sex dreams lately.

“If they want my sexual energy, then they can come and have it because they sure are making me feel good in my dreams.” you joke and your friends all laugh.

Afterwards, the conversation drifts onto a different topic.

Little did you know that a negative entity was listening to you this whole time and his lips curled up into a sinister smile at your invitation. Looks like he will be seeing you again real soon once you have drifted off to slumber.

After your video call with your friends ended, you decide it was time to head to bed since it’s getting pretty late.

You didn’t have any dreams at all that day, until the day after.

Your dream was unusual today because you’re not in the middle of sex for once. You’re just standing in a dark room still fully clothed in your pajamas. It was still dark and there wasn’t anyone else in there with you, until suddenly, you see a figure emerge from the darkness approaching towards you.

It’s him again.

This was the man, or more like being, that has been the source of your pleasure, the exact same man that you’ve been seeing in your sex dreams, so now that he stands before you, you can’t help but stare.

The male’s sharp gaze sent chills down your spine but butterflies in your stomach as well because he is intimidatingly attractive. There was a dark aura surrounding him, yet you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. His hands rest in his pants pockets and one side of his lips curl up into a sinister grin. He stops walking forward when he’s about a foot away from you.

“Hello, little one, it’s so nice to formally meet you,” the man greets.

You think you’re lucid dreaming because, for some reason, you feel yourself being able to control yourself in the dream as if you were conscious, so you decide to ask him a question that has been on your mind lately.

“Who are you?” you ask him.

“You can call me Ten,” he responds.

Your brows furrow as you try to rack your brain for any recollection of a man named Ten but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it’s a nickname he goes by?

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“Not really, but we will be seeing each other much more often from now on.”

A chill runs down your spine at his seemingly threatening statement. What does he mean by seeing each other more often from now on?

“Am I still dreaming?” you ask yourself in a hushed tone.

“You are, technically,” he states with a slight tilt of his head. “Let’s just say we are both in your mind right now.”

“And why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?” You cross your arms over your chest.

Ten smirks, “That’s because I have the ability to enter your dreams.”

What? How is that even humanly possible to enter someone else’s dreams? Unless...he’s not human.

“Who-what are you?” you nervously question as you take one step back. You feel your heel come into contact with something behind you when you took a step back but you did not turn around to look in fear of Ten doing something to you once you have your guard down.

“I’m an incubus.” he announces.

Your eyes widen like saucers at him. He’s an incubus?

You have a vague knowledge about incubus’, but you know one thing for sure is that they are sex demons. That would explain how he has the ability to enter your dreams and the eerie atmosphere around him.

Despite the daunting feeling surrounding him, his appearance does not seem like what you would picture an incubus to look like. You were expecting some horns on his head and maybe some wings, but that’s just what you assumed based on nonfiction novels and interpretations from movies depicting demons.

“You don’t look like an incubus to me,” you raise an eyebrow at him as you eye his human body up and down. You’re not sure if he is just playing around or being truthful.

“Oh, you do not want to see my demon form. Trust me,” he warns. “We have the ability to alter our appearance to take on different forms that our partners would be attracted to.”

You raise your eyebrow at him but take his word for it. After all, who knows what he would look like in his true form.

Besides, he does look absolutely captivating in his current form that you would ogle over him if you could. You’re not sure how Ten knew what attributes you were attracted to, but you assume it’s probably his demon powers, you conclude since he can shape shift, that gives him the ability to access this knowledge of yours.

Now the bigger question is what does he want with you? Did you accidentally summon a supernatural entity without your knowledge? You don’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary so you don’t know why he is here and what his purpose is with you.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask.

“Oh, no no no, I have no desire to kill you. You see, as a sex demon, I thrive by consuming sexual energy from human beings in their sleep,” he elaborates. “And you, little one, you’re so sex-deprived that any sex demon could smell you from a mile radius,” he jokes with a chuckle, “You might as well have ‘fuck me’ labeled on your forehead.”

Because you are not that knowledgeable about incubus’ and succubus’, you didn’t know being sex-deprived could release a smell that could attract sex demons.

“There are more sex demons?” you curiously ask.

“Of course. There are practically hundreds of them on Earth. I’m the tenth one in existence.” Ten gestures to the mark on his chest, the number 10. And here you were thinking it was a tattoo.

“Why are you telling me all this?” you wonder.

Ten casually shrugs. “I know you’re probably curious as to why you keep seeing me in your dreams. Besides, people might just think you’re crazy if you go around saying an incubus is haunting your dreams, so I’m not worried about you exposing me. But if you do try to do anything against me, just know I have the ability to erase your memories of your dreams.” He brings his hand up to present him in a ready position to snap his fingers. “Understood?”

You hesitantly nod in understanding.

“So, how are you going to take my ‘sexual energy’?” you ask, putting quotation marks around sexual energy since you can’t see it but apparently he wants it from you.

The demon’s eyes glow a crimson red before he opens his mouth and says, “By fucking you.”

Your eyes widen from the sudden change of colors in his irises, but then you feel pink tint your cheeks at his bold statement.

“W-what?” you squeak out.

“You want to have sex and I want your sexual energy. I can satisfy that desire for you but I get to take your sexual energy. Sounds like a win-win situation to me. Besides, didn’t you say to your friends that one night that I can take your sexual energy since I make you feel good?”

You did.

Ten was staring deeply into your eyes with such intensity that you feel like a defenseless rabbit about to be eaten by a starving wolf. You gulp and sink under his devouring gaze as you feel wetness slowly pooling in your panties. Why were you actually getting turned on from this?

“There is sooo much desire and arousal radiating off of you. It’s so intoxicating. So delicious,” the demon says, stretching out the word ‘so’. His tone is dripping with want and he licks his lips to emphasize his hunger for you as he stares into your eyes.

“What do you say?” he asks with a raised brow.

You don’t know what possessed your body at that moment but you actually nod, accepting his proposal and he smiles wickedly.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you are willing to obey to his commands even though a logical person would probably run or scream at the presence of an evil entity. But your brain does not even register anything other than your lustful desire for Ten.

You gasp when he backs you up and you trip backwards into the bed where the demon’s body hovers over you as you lay under him.

Ten brings one hand to a breast where your nipples are erect and protruding against your thin pajama shirt. You whimper when you feel his fingers brush against your nub.

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes suddenly disappeared. He licks a stripe up your neck, next your collarbone, and then the valley between your breasts, causing goosebumps to form all over your body as his wet tongue swipes against your skin as if he’s trying to taste you.

You bite your bottom lip when he rubs two fingers against your folds.

“Holy shit, I barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me? How dirty” he smirks and he’s not wrong.

Maybe he was using some sort of spell or had the ability to hypnotize you, because you want him so badly right now.

He latches his mouth onto your nipple to suck on it and shoves two fingers past your folds, causing you to elicit a string of moans at the sudden intrusion. You grip onto the blanket when he inserts his digits in and out of you, hearing the squelching noises your pussy was making. Then, he begins to release his cock using his free hand from the confines of his pants and he pumps it a few times in his hand before positioning it at your entrance.

“W-wait, shouldn’t you put on a condom or something?” you panic.

“Relax, you won’t get pregnant if I cum inside of you.” he states. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t reproduce. Besides, I’ve already come inside you multiple times before.”

“I thought it was just a dream,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“We’ll then, let’s pretend like it is a dream and not worry about the consequences of your actions in your dreams,” he suggests.

Ten removes his fingers from inside of you and replaces it with his length.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growls.

He pushes through your folds and you practically mewl at the penetration. Your nails practically dig into the blankets as he completely bottoms out inside of you. Once you were adjusted to his size, he starts his thrusts off slow but hard. As soon as you tell Ten to go faster, he practically pounds into you without any mercy and you gasp. He throws your legs over his shoulder to reach a deeper angle and it sends you over the edge.

“Yes, feels so good-ah,” you chant as he continues to pound into your throbbing pussy with his harsh pace.

Ten is hitting the deepest parts of you and you’re a moaning mess when the pace becomes faster and faster. The unknown male hits your g spot and a rush of pleasure courses through your body as you make sure he continues to abuse that particular spot.

“There! Oh fuck-” you practically scream.

This is wrong on so many levels because you are literally having sexual intercourse with a demon, yet why does it feel so incredibly good? You feel like you’re committing some kind of sin being so intimate with what is supposed to be a negative entity, but your mind is too preoccupied with lust to even comprehend that rational thought.

You chant Ten’s name like a mantra as you near your orgasm which only fuels said man’s ego because he knows no one will ever fuck you as good as he does.

“That’s right, baby. That’s right,” he grunts as he feeds off your pleasure. The more intense the sex is and the closer you get to your orgasm, the more sexual energy you release.

You feel his thrusts becoming harsher and his grip is leaving crescent-shaped marks and bruises on your thighs but you are too focused on chasing your own high to notice he is slowly becoming stronger and stronger from taking in your overwhelming amount of sexual energy.

In fact, you think his cock is actually getting bigger inside of you too but that thought is cut short when he suddenly slaps your ass cheek, causing you to yelp at the pain as the sound echoes the room.

Ten laughs at your reaction as he continues to ram inside of you at an inhumane pace and all you two can hear are the sounds of moans, bed creaking, and skin slapping against skin.

Your walls start to clench erratically around his length because you’re close. So fucking close.

Ten is close too because his breathing becomes harsher and his thrusts are becoming more uneven.

“Cumming. Ten. I’m cumming.” You announce.

Soon, you release a silent scream as you come undone and climax around his cock. Ten groans and soon comes afterwards, spilling his cum deep inside of you and painting your walls white.

Both of you just stay in your positions trying to catch your breaths while Ten is still inside of you. You are both covered in a light layer of sweat from your little activity and the place reeks of sex.

Soon, Ten pulls out of your abused hole and his seeds slowly leak out of your abused cunt.

Ten snaps his fingers and next thing you know you’re fully clothed and the mess he released inside you was gone, like nothing ever happened. Ten was fully dressed again, minus the two undone buttons, and the sweat from his body was gone.

“I’ll come back for you, little one,” he whispers and winks at you.

Suddenly, your alarm rings and you jolt awake. You look around your room, but nobody was in there except you. Then you look down to see you were still in your pajamas.

You sit up from your bed and rush over to examine your appearance in the closet mirror but nothing looks out of the ordinary, just some bed hair but that’s about it. After examining your entire body but finding nothing, you crawl back to bed and begin to think of Ten and his words.

I’ll come back for you, little one.

“Wow,” you whisper in a daze.

Was that all real or just an intense dream? Honestly, you couldn’t believe it because it felt like a straight up fantasy.

Having sex with an incubus was on a whole new level of euphoria. But then again, they are sex demons for a reason. So many dirty thoughts are running through your head as you fantasize over Ten.

Regardless of whether Ten really was an incubus having sex with you to steal your energy or just a dream, you couldn’t wait to see him in your dreams again to satisfy your fantasies.

#nct smut #ten smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios

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noctumbra · 4 years

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okay, hear me out on this one: chubbylibrarian!bucky telling you that he's a virgin.

he'd be all blushy, shy and stammering mess. he'd be playing with his fingers, or fidget on his place or just looks at some place and zones out.

you notice, of course, so you ask him if he's okay. he says yes, at first, everything is fine, honey. but you know something is up.

"what is it, baby?" you ask him gently. he shrugs and plays with his fingers a bit more agressive. his mouth opens and closes for a few times. you decide to joke, hoping you'd get him to relax a little. "did you find a really naughty harlequin romance book in the library?"

and he has to laugh because you know him so well. you know that he's nervous for some reason, so you do the first thing that could make him smile and it works! bucky chuckles.

he takes a deep breath, clasping his hands so that he can hide how violently they tremble. "okay, s-so. i-i want to co-confess something?" you frown slightly at his stammering. he must be really nervous you think and smile at him encouragingly. "hope y-you d-don't leave me a-after this," he forces a laugh. you shake your head immediately.

"i'm a virgin," he blurts out but he's so red. his hands are so shake-y and he's sweating. you blink for a couple times. you were expecting him to confess a murder he committed, not this.

"so?" you ask. still a bit confused that this was what made him this nervous. then, you realize. "aw, baby." bucky suddenly looks so small, trying to hide his big body by burying himself deeper into the cushions.

a soft look takes over your face. you hold his trembling hands into yours.

"baby, no. i will never leave you for something like this! why would i? it's your body, baby. you body, your choice, your experiences. i cannot have any say in it. you wanted to wait? then, you wait. it's okay, baby."

bucky feels like crying. he feels a tear roll down on his chubby cheeks.

a-ha! he's actually crying.

you coo at him softly. climbing on his lap, you cup his face and kiss him on the cheek. then on his forehead, nose, brows, the dimple on his chin, everywhere. he chuckles slightly.

"you know i love you, right, baby? you know it's okay. you're okay, bucky."

bucky sniffs and you feel your heart broken a little. he hastily wipes away his tears and looks up at you with those big, teary blue eyes.

"i know," he says. you kiss his nose again, then gently kiss him on the mouth. bucky just whines. it's a needy and a sweet one, you smile.

"i love you, too," he murmurs back then. his eyes are full of emotions and—

you get. smothered. there is no other word for it.

bucky hugs you tightly. arms wrapped around your back, he pulls you against his chest and hugs you real tight. you gasp, but hug him back just as tight because you know he needs all the assurance he needs.

"i want it to be with you," he whispers in your ear. "my first time. can we do that?" you pull slightly so that you can look at him in the eye.

"are you sure, baby? you don't have to rush this, or prove anything, you know that right?" you ask him because you don't want him to make a mistake and then regret it.

he nods determinantly. "yes. i'm sure. i-i've imagines t-this for s-so long." you smirk at his words.

"you've been putting those harlequins to a good use, huh?" you poke him slightly and he lets out a sincere, belly laugh. you chuckle with him.

"maybe," he says, shrugging. but suddenly he looks nervous and shy all over again. "can we? can you be my first, honey?"

you just melt.

you are a goo. a puddle.

"of course!" you breathe. "it'd be an honor, baby. of course!" bucky blushes so prettily, you lean and kiss his cheeks.

"can we do it now, please?" he asks, looking eager. you smile and run a hand through his hair.

"you want it bad, huh," you tease. he just whimpers, but nods. "okay," you agree.

it takes him fifteen seconds to carry you to the bed.

i'm a freaking puddle right now, this is so soft and sweet brb i'll be sobbing a little

#i'm so sorry karina i sorta stole it from our convo ajskskdskd #chubby bucky #chubby!bucky #librarian!bucky barnes x Reader #chubby!bucky barnes x reader #chubby librarian bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fluff #blurbs

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hrtthrbromanov · 3 years

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Golden Boy

summary - Its been a long, long time.

word count - 3033

Warnings - smut, fluff, maybe angst if you squint?

Notes - Hi! I cannot write smut, so I’m deeply sorry about that. I just wanted to try my hand at it. However, if you do have any requests for future works please let me know ! I’d be more than happy to write it.

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Two years.

It's been two years since the incident in Lagos. Two years since the team split. Two years since you've seen him.

You run your palms nervously up and down your thighs, the friction doing little to subside your nerves. Your mind was spinning, thinking of everything that could happen. Everything that could go wrong. You were pissed, sure, but just the thought of seeing him again made you cram whatever petty thing you wanted to say to him in the far corner of your mind.

‘What if he doesn't want to see me too? What if we can't put this past us? What if-’

“We're here.”

Your debilitating thoughts stop at once. You stand, forcing yourself over to the window. Everything was so beautiful. So advanced. You can't wrap your head around it all. You thought pointing out everything you saw was a good way to ground yourself and quell the anxiety, but once you felt the jet lowering to the ground, your nervous habits got to you again, and you have to will yourself to not wring your hands raw.

“It's going to be okay, Lady Y/N.” A firm hand was placed on your shoulder as Thor offered you a few words of encouragement. You smile up at him, tight lipped and nostrils flared, still not convinced.

“Yeah, what's the worst that could happen? They call you a traitor, turning their backs on you and never speak to you again?”

You turned to face the talking raccoon, scrunching up your face in confusion. “I really should've skinned you a long time ago.” You retorted, tugging at his ears as he pawed at you in protest. “Cut it out, you're gonna give me tetanus, you rat.” You giggle, briefly forgetting about your impending thoughts.

“I am groot.”

“Yeah, what he said. Suck it, Y/N.” Rocket hisses, pulling away from your assault. You went to reply, but before you could you felt the ground shudder below you. ‘We've landed.’ You realize. You quickly smooth down your suit, going over yourself one last time. ‘Whatever happens, happens.’ you reason with yourself. You felt a gush of wind rush past you as the doors of the ship opened, revealing tall, eccentric buildings, complemented with a deep blue sky.

You hold your breath as you step out of the ship, unsure of what to expect. You let out your breath when the palace came into view. Your heart thudded in your chest when you made out a huddle of people right in front, no doubt waiting for you. Taking it a step at a time, you made your way over. As you neared the group you could make out Rhodey, Bruce, Natasha, Bucky, and Steve.

“Two fossils in one place? I didn't know this was a paleontologist convention.”

As if on cue, they all turned to face you and you could've sworn the world stopped for just a second. You didn't know what to do so you just stood there, offering a meek smile.

“Who you calling fossil, dollface?”

Bucky was the first to approach you, his arms open and a grin you missed so much on his face. You threw your arms around his neck as he encased you with his, squeezing nearly all you had left in you out. The hug ended all too soon as another pair of hands was pulling you two apart.

“Share some with the rest of us, hog.”

It was Nat. Your smile only grew upon seeing her. She pulled you into her, her hand going to cradle your head. “It's been too long,” she mumbled into your ear. You nodded against her, pulling back slightly to take in her face.

“Hey, Y/N.”

A small but unmistakable voice called from behind you. You pull away from Natasha's embrace to greet Bruce. He looked as nervous as you felt. “Now here's a face I haven't seen in a while. How you doing, big man?” You attempted to ease him as you took him in your arms.

“I've had better days,” he said, the reply muffled by your shoulder. He patted your back as a friendly gesture after you escape from his hold. His expression became softer, as if he were more sure of himself now.

“I hope you weren't thinking you could skip me.”

You turned to Rhodey to see his smug grin. You grabbed his hand in yours as he clasped a hand on your back. “Now why would I have such a thought,” you chuckle as he stepped back.

This left one person. The one person you haven't heard speak since you set foot in Wakanda. You knew he wanted to say something, to scoop you into his arms and say sorry, how he wished it'd never had happened, how he shouldn't have let you go. You could feel his eyes burning a hole into your head. Mustering all the courage you had, you turn to face him. But before you could say anything, a booming voice sounded from behind you.

“Bruce and friends! Come look at my ship!”

You could hear Rocket bickering with Thor about how it was his ship, not Thor's, and how he was just some homeless pirate who needed to take a hike. You roll your eyes as everyone made their way over to take a closer look. Everyone but Steve. You two stood there, neither one of you making a move to speak. The silence wasn't normal for you two, uncomfortable even, so you said the first thing that came to your mind when looking at his face.

“So, did you just not have razors, or were you going for a new look?”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a chuckle soon after. He stood up taller before he spoke, “You know, I thought I'd look cool, but now, I just feel.. old.” It was nice falling back into your silly exchanges, especially after such a time apart. The ache in your heart slowly dissipated as you looked into his eyes. You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Well, it's about time. You're only 70 years too late.”

Steve threw his head back as laughter erupted from his throat. As his laughter came to a stop, he was the one to pull you into a hug. You melt into his arms, taking in his scent as you bury your nose into his chest. You missed this. You missed him.

You held each other in silence for what seemed to be an eternity until he said it first.

“I missed you.”

“Getting all sentimental on me now, old man?”

“Y/N..” he chuckled at your attempt to minimize your feelings, though, by his eyes, you could tell it was no joke to him.

“I know, I know. I.. I missed you too, Steve. Man, I have thought about this moment for a long, long while. I-I don’t even remember everything that I wanted to say.” You were stumbling over your words, emotions getting too thick, it’s evident in your voice.

“Hey,” Steve ran his hands up and down your arms to soothe you, “we don’t have to talk about this. Not right now, at least. Let’s just catch up. Enjoy being back.” He smiles, and this time you could see the genuine happiness and relief in his eyes. He was gorgeous without even trying, and you’d punch him later for it.

“I’d like that. Thank you, Steve.” Your breathing finally evened and your words flowed once again. He never pushed you, and for that, you were grateful.

“But I do have to ask..”

“Steeeeve..”

“I know, I’m sorry, but it’s just been eating at the back of my mind. According to Rhodey, you left a note on the fridge six months ago saying ‘brb’?” He used air quotes to punctuate your silly informalities.

You laugh softly, looking down, “I called up some old friends, told them I needed a getaway, traveled the galaxies for a bit..”

“And Thor?”

“You know, we just got him a whole, I don’t know, two hours ago, but man has he eaten literally everything in the ship.”

You two share a laugh as you looked over to see Bucky berating the raccoon as he tried to pry his metal arm from his body.

“Should we leave them to it?” Steve looked back to you. His eyes fluttered over your face, taking in every detail. He left deliberate glances to your lips with no attempt to act on anything. You roll your eyes playfully, “Yeah, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

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“It’s so beautiful.”

You and Steve had made your way into the palace, now standing in a room high above the colony. You were looking out of the windows, which touched from floor to ceiling, still stunned by the advancement of Wakanda.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

You could feel Steve’s presence behind you now. Even from behind, you could feel his eyes rake over your body. He was trying to memorize every curve, every muscle, every ripple in your skin.

You turned to face him, as he didn’t seem as infatuated with sightseeing, more so interested in you. You tilted your head to the side as you caught the longing look in his eyes. “I was talking about this place. Wakanda.” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“That may be what you’re talking about, sweetheart, but I was talking about something twice as stunning.”

“Always such a charmer, Steven?” You rolled your eyes at his sickeningly sweet attempt to woo you. You didn't want to admit it, but even after all this time he still had hold of your heart.

The wind was pulled from your lungs as he grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you flush against his body. Your eyes found his as he studied you more intently now. His grip on you not letting up, as if he was afraid you’d run or disappear.

His face was closer now, his breath fanning your face as he spoke, “I miss you. I want you.” His voice came out as a low grumble, vibrating your entire body.

“And as much as I miss you, I think I want the old cap back. What do you say we get rid of that bear growing on your face? Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy, but..”

“I get it, I get.” Steve chuckled as he pulled back, but not before placing a faint kiss to your lips, the feeling lingering just a little longer as he turned away, making his way to the bathroom.

You stood there for a second, watching him disappear into the bathroom as you contemplate your next move. Once you realized he wasn’t going to come back for you, you hastily made your way after him, eager to be close to him again.

Steve’s body hovers over the bathtub, adjusting the temperature of the steady flow pouring into the tub. You move to stand behind him, your fingers running up his sides and he shivers, leaning into your touch a bit. Your lips find their way to his neck, placing careful kisses along the curve of it, all the way down to his shoulder.

“You gonna let me take care of you, Cap?” Your voice comes out soft, and you’re almost embarrassed because of it. But you knew it didn’t really matter, because you knew he loved it. He turns to face you, grinning like the cocky shit he’d become as he caged you in against the bathroom sink.

“S’that what you want, sweetheart? To take care of your captain?” You shiver as his hands slide their way up your shirt, caressing your skin lightly. You roll your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip, trying to hide the smirk that desperately wanted to escape. You knew what he was getting at, and honestly, two could play that game.

“Yes, captain.” Your response doesn’t take any thought, and neither does his next move as he pulls your shirt over your head, flinging it into the corner of the room. You give his shirt the same treatment, and he chuckles as you struggle to pull it over his broad shoulders. He gives you some help, taking it off the rest of the way. You let your eyes travel down his chest while your hands go up it, and his hands find their way to the clip of your bra. Your back arches as he unclips your bra, letting it slip down your arms and onto the floor. He audibly growls and you laugh, pushing him back a little. You begin to wiggle your way out of your pants, never breaking eye contact with him. “Come on, Steve. I’ve never known you to be this slow. You can keep up, can’t you?” You tease him, giggling as you watch his eyes grow darker. Stepping out of your pants, your panties are the next to go. You can feel the nerves bubble in your chest, but it just makes this moment all the more exciting.

You saunter over to the bathtub, stepping in and lowering yourself down slowly. You quirk an eyebrow up at him, silently telling him to get on with it. You settle yourself into the water, hissing at the feeling of the warmth that covered your aching body. Before you know it, the water was rippling once again as his much larger body made its way into the tub with you. You watched him for a second before scooting down towards him, and he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his lap.

“Missed your pretty face..” Steve nuzzles his nose into your neck and you giggle, bringing your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. You shift so you’re straddling his lap, your hands resting on his broad shoulders, pushing him back gently to rest against the wall. You let your hands travel to his beard, smirking as your fingers tangle themselves in it. You reach for the clippers resting on the side of the bathtub, tilting your head as you eye him, curiously.

“I don’t know if I actually want it gone so soon.. It’s startin’ to grow on me. Maybe just a little trim.”

“Maybe… Maybe you let me take what's mine first.”

“Just as impatient as always.. Relax, golden boy.” He snorts at that, letting his fingers run up your sides, occasionally dipping below the water. You just hum, running the razor carefully over the hairs of his face. Before you could make a move, you felt his hands on your hips, hoisting you out of the water. Your yelp of surprise turned into a quiet whimper when you felt his hardening member graze the inside of your thigh. “S-Steve..” He shushes you, his half lidded eyes running over your form, causing you to shiver in his hold. “It can wait. I need you, babydoll.” His voice comes out in a thick, slurred drawl. You roll your eyes, setting down the blade.

“You’re lucky I don’t knick you with that.” Your threats are empty, of course, and he knew that too. It was all in good fun. The fun was cut short when the breath was knocked out of your lungs as he thrusts into you with no warning. You whimper, hands flying up to his shoulders as your nails dig into his skin. You bite your lip to hold in a moan as he slowly pulls back out.

“Nuh-uh, none of that. Want to hear you. Hear how much you missed me.” his thumb comes up to your mouth, pulling on your lip until you release it. He then takes that as a go ahead to resume, lifting his hips up and pushing back into you. He lets his head fall back against the wall with a thud, his mouth falling open. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You been savin’ this pussy for me?” he growls, taking on a brutal pace, making the water slosh up and over the side of the tub.

You nod vigorously in response, nails raking down his chest. “Yes, sir. Waited for you.” You whine, bouncing up and down to meet the powerful thrusts of his cock. “That’s right, babydoll. This pussy is mine. And mine only.” his eyes are dark as he watches where you connect.

His mouth goes to your neck, kissing you gently, a nice contrast to everything else. Bringing your hands up to his face, you pull him away from your neck and up to your face, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. He wastes no time sliding his tongue past your lips, yours immediately submitting to him.

Suddenly, you cry out into his mouth as you feel his thumb on your clit, flicking harshly. “Steve, steve please.” your hand goes to his wrist, holding it in place to chase that feeling. He smirks against your lips, pulling away.

“Use your words, princess. What do you want, huh?”

He’s driving you mad, and in any other instance you’d leave to finish off yourself just to spite him, but you need him. “Please let me cum, steve. M’so close.” you pant, grinding against him. He gives you what you want, pushing on your clit just a little bit harder, sending you over the edge. You squeeze around his cock, taking him with you. He moans, holding you in place as he cums deep inside of you and you squeal.

“Steven! You know i don’t use birth control, you dumbass!” You quickly pull off of him, stepping out of the tub. You grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself. You turn around to glare at him, head tilted as if to wait for an explanation.

He laughs, stepping out after you. “Just doing what I should've done a long time ago, doll. Gotta make you mine. We’ll work out the details as time goes, but I want this with you. I don’t want to leave again.” Your face softens as you nod, walking into his arms, laying your head on his chest. “I want it too. Whatever it is. Promise we’ll stick together this time? No matter what?”

“I promise.”

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