#and I will fill the tag MYSELF if I have to

[cognitiveoverload]

Welcome back (Front Man / Hwang In-Ho x reader)

summary: When In-ho returns from the game, he wants to see his lover fall apart under his touch.

tags: secret relationship, established relationship, fem!reader, pregnant!reader, soft smut

note: I know, I know, a lot of you don’t want kids (including myself) so we don’t want stories where reader is pregnant, but this time she is because of reasons. Can be read as a standalone, but here’s the first piece.

When you see In-ho approaching the control room on the camera feed, you don’t hesitate to turn on your heels and head to his private room where he will most certainly go to change into his usual Front Man attire. You need to see him, you need to exchange at least a few words with him before you lose your mind for good.

You’ve been needy, clingy even, ever since you found out you are pregnant. And him? He’s been overprotective in return, doing whatever he has to to make sure you’re safe and comfortable. The way he softens around you has always been something you loved, but he definitely took it to another level lately.

And sure enough, the moment he steps into the suite, his eyes fall on you, maybe a shade darker from the need that fills his mind, and he closes the gap without much hesitation. It’s so nice to feel his arms around you again, so you bury your face into the crook of his neck and let out a long sigh of relief.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you whisper to him.

He leans back to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he does so. “I told you there’s no reason to worry.” Before you know it, he grabs your hips and turns you around so your back is pressed to his chest, and when he kisses the crook of your neck, you can’t help but let out a quiet moan. “Are you both okay?”

The best you can do is humming in agreement, because the way he runs his hand all over your body is close to making your brain malfunction. His hand slowly slips under your pants, his thick fingers teasing you as you melt into his touch. Your skin is on fire from desire, but you know he has to stop, there’s no time to play now.

Just as you expected, he lets out a sigh and pulls his hand away. “I need to get dressed, Gi-hun has to be captured alive,” he tells you as he lets go and goes to the bed where you already prepared his clothes.

You blame your raging hormones for the way you’re staring at him. When he takes off the dirty t-shirt and tosses it on the floor, you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from making unholy sounds, because his body is a work of art you want to look at all day. The moment his eyes lock with yours, he lets out a quiet chuckle and keeps going as if nothing happened.

He knows what’s on your mind. He always does.

Soon he heads into your direction, mask already in hand, and stops for a brief moment to give you a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here. I’ll take care of a few things, then come back to you, okay? I promise I’ll make you feel good,” he says, and you believe that he’ll keep his word.

The quiet of the room that’s left behind is nerve-wrecking, this is why you head to the computer in the office to take a look at the camera feeds, just to make sure you know what’s happening to him. It’s good to stay in the loop, because who knows when someone dares to ask you questions about such little details. In-ho would step in, of course, protecting you as always, but there will be times when you have to defend yourself alone.

Even before he showed you his face for the first time, the two of you had been working in perfect harmony, with him focusing on the game running smoothly, and you taking care of minor issues that didn’t need his attention. Sometimes these two threads intertwined, but it only made the pair of you more efficient.

Your jobs didn’t only require your attention at the time of the games, the preparations and reports afterwards were equally important, and you had a much bigger role during these times. The old man trusted you, so In-ho decided to trust you too, and he complimented you several times to your surprise, even guided you at the beginning until you learned everything.

It was some time before the old man’s death that he sent you your new uniform. When he called you to explain, he said you couldn’t wear that black jumpsuit with the square mask forever, and since the both of you had more responsibilities after what happened, it was only natural to give you a look that would be in sync with his. After all, you were partners now.

There was a tension between you, but not the bad kind, it was more like an invisible string that pulled you closer to each other, and you both found yourselves looking at the other more often. When one of the VIPs made a move on you during your second game, he stepped in to inform him he needed you to be focused on your job, essentially saving you from that disgusting moron.

Strangely, the old man knew about the unaddressed connection between the two of you. When he was on his deathbed, he asked the both of you to come see him, and while you brought your mask with you, In-ho decided to show up without it, so in the end, you put the mask away and let him take a better look at you for the first time.

That’s when the pull became stronger, when he began to invite you to his place for a drink, saying he just wanted to talk about work. More often than not, you found yourselves talking about anything but work, though, and things turned in a different direction eventually as you gave into that spark between you.

Once he’s done and headed back to you based on the route he picked, you lie down on the bed to stretch your limbs and close your eyes for a second. Despite him promising something more exciting than just lying in bed, at this point you are so tired mentally that all you want is snuggling up to him and enjoying the quiet of his room.

The door opens when he finally arrives, but he only shows himself after a few minutes. He left his coat and mask behind, and even poured himself a glass of whisky that he now places on the table near the wall. He looks down at you with a smile, but instead of giving you a kiss, he moves to the foot of the bed and wraps his fingers around your knees.

Your heart is pounding from the anticipation, because you can tell what he’s planning to do now. His eyes give away what’s on his mind, the way they are focused on you, hungry and determined, his brain probably going through each step he carefully planned one last time. Spending days apart isn’t new, but considering what he experienced there, you aren’t surprised that he seems this starved.

Before you know it, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, then kneels down as he painfully slowly moves his hands up your thighs. You prop on your elbows to get a better look at him, and you meet his gaze that’s fixed on your face as he moves to unbutton your pants, then carefully pulls it off of you along with your panties.

Once he throws them away, his lips press a kiss on your left knee, then moves up towards your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to where you desperately need him. He knows exactly what strings to pull to make you beg, and you don’t disappoint him, you soon start to ask him for more, even if you’re not in the right state of mind to know what exactly it is that you want.

In-ho lets out a laugh, seemingly enjoying the way you’re already falling apart for him, and when he rubs his thumb over your clit, you reach out to him, your fingers grabbing his hand that’s resting on your stomach to hold you down. “Having fun?” he asks you before his lips brush along your folds, his tongue darting out for a moment to tease you.

You try to move your hips in an attempt to get more, but he pins you to the bed with ease. It’s getting painful, really, the way he’s messing with your head, even though he knows how much you need him. “Please,” you ask, your voice nothing more but a thin, whining sound.

“Is this all you’ve got for me?” he mocks you, then pushes a finger inside you. The moment he hears your moan, he pushes in another one, fucking you slowly, enjoying the way you’re once again trying to move your hips to meet his moves. “I love how sensitive you’ve been lately, and how easy it became to push you over the edge. Like when I do something like… this,” he says hoarsely before curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot.

Just as he said, it’s enough to push you over the edge, and it feels so good, so different compared to the orgasms before you were pregnant. And he doesn’t stop, now that he knows you’re a little too lost in your head, he decides it’s time to push you to the limit, pulling out one more from you, just until he hears you beg him to fuck you, because you’ll go crazy if you can’t feel him inside you soon.

Been there, done that. More than once.

And he knows you love this private game the two of you play in the safety of your home or private quarters. It’s just one of the things you love about him, the way he wants to claim you by making sure no one else could ever compare to what he can give you. He’s ruining you in the best possible way, and you would be a fool if you didn’t thank him for that.

[starlightsreigns]

don’t hurt yourself | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's past the point of understanding. she wants to burn the world down with him in it... and she just might word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. explicit language. | three ; anger “Who the fuck do you think I is?”

Beautiful man, I know you’re lying

Malice fills me down to my core. 

The sun rose over the horizon as I watched it from the dining room table. For days now, I’ve kept the revelation to myself, letting it eat me alive. My legs bounced slowly but stopped when I heard Roman coming down the stairs. His face makes me look away. I can’t look at him anymore, this isn’t the man I fell in love with — he’s a stranger I sleep beside every night. 

“Hey Mel, what you doin’ down here?” His voice is hoarse from sleep. 

I can’t find a response and my eyes can’t meet his. So, I continue to stare out at the sunrise. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” Roman moves towards me. 

“Nothin’, I just can’t sleep.” My words cold. “Ain’t you going to the gym?” 

He’s in his workout clothes, as usual, ready for an early morning workout that I’m certain isn’t happening in the gym. Roman used to workout in our home gym, but for months now he’s been going to some random gym that he says is better —  as the fool, I once believed him, but now I know that’s not the truth. 

“I’ll pick us up some breakfast?” 

Finally, I turn to look at him, “Don’t bother,” 

I turn away from him. Roman doesn’t say anything else. He waits for a moment then leaves. Once he’s out of the garage, I fling my robe off and run out the front door towards Alyssa’s car that’s parked a few houses down. 

“Mellie, is this really what we’re doing? You saw the message.” Alyssa says but puts the car in drive anyway. “You think he’s going to that girl's house?”

“I don’t know, but we have a home gym, Aly, he has to.” 

The ride is quiet, and twenty minutes long. We pull into a neighborhood and my stomach turns. Alyssa glances at me, keeping her distance from Roman. When he pulls into a driveway, she parks down the road. The silence in the car makes the pit in my stomach grow larger. 

“Mellie,” Alyssa whispers but she stops. “I don’t know what to say.” 

I don’t blame her. We wait and watch as Roman sits in the car for a while. When he opens the door, Alyssa and I lean up with wide eyes. The front door of the house swings open and a pretty woman steps onto the porch with a grin. Her long black hair flows down her back, the sun gives her the prettiest glow. 

“She’s pretty,” I whisper. Roman walks up and hugs her tightly. “I’m gonna throw up.” 

My eyes shift down to my lap just as Alyssa gasps. I look up quickly as the front door closes then look over at my friend. She shakes her head sadly with her eyes closed. 

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Alyssa sighs. 

A tear and then another hits my cheeks, “Me too.”

Yet, I’m not sure what this feeling in my body is. 

Before I can think about it, I’m out of the car and marching towards the house. Alyssa nearly draws blood when she sinks her fingernails into my arm. I barely feel the pain as I stare at the house in silence. My vision blurred from the tears that are falling harder now. 

Alyssa pulls me closer to her, “Don’t do this, Mellie. This isn’t who you are.”

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, try not to hurt yourself

The dining room table is my new favorite spot in the house. Now, I sit at the head with a baseball bat between my legs. My legs bounce up and down slowly, flinching softly when the garage opens. There’s a knot in my throat that travels down to my stomach. I’m filled with intense nerves, but my rage overtakes that. I can feel the heat on my skin that burns to the touch. 

My eyes slowly drift to the chair to my left where my wedding dress sits. My breathing slows as I reach for it, but stop when the door opens. 

“Mel,” Roman calls out. He takes a few steps and then stops right behind me. “You been sittin’ here the whole time, baby? What’s your dress doin’ out here?” 

What words can I find? I wait for him to walk around so I can see him — and that’s when all the air in my lungs is expelled. My hand grips around the bat tightly as I take a deep breath. If I could knock his head off his shoulders and not go to jail I would. I’m willing to take the jail time.

“How was the gym?” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “It must’ve been a long, intense workout.” 

Roman nods slowly, “Yeah, I did cardio.”

That finally sets me off. Pushing my chair back with so much force that it tips over, I set the end of the baseball bat on the glass table. Roman’s eyes widen at the sight and he takes a subtle step back. My chest rises and falls to keep me from falling into a panic attack. 

“Do you take me for a fucking idiot, Joe?” I yell. “Who’s the bitch?” 

He gives me a stupid look, a look that confirms what we both know. In reality, the dumb look pisses me off even more. My hand shakes as I slowly lift the bat.

“Baby, please…” Roman begs. 

Without a second thought and filled with rage, I snatch the baseball bat and plunge the end of it into the dining table, watching it shatter, bits falling around my feet. But, it’s not enough. Roman tries to walk towards me, but I raise the bat again. The end of it is practically against his cheek. He’s frozen in his spot and my hands shake. 

“Get the fuck away from me, bitch.” My own scream almost scares me. “Answer me, am I fucking idiot?”

Roman shakes his head. I press the bat into his face as a tear falls down my cheek. He tries to reach for it again and I swing the bat against his arm. 

“Move.” I grit my teeth.

It’s a blur in my mind as I smash anything in my sight. His voice is in the background, pleading for me to listen, to stop, to understand, but my heart’s taken off and that bitch is broken. 

Every single broken object in the house doesn’t help. There are reminders of all the good times and I never want to see them again. 

The bat hits the ground with a loud clank. I take a step back with a deep breath. My eyes stare down at the glass-covered ground, not looking up when his feet move towards me, crunching everything finer. Regret now sits in my chest — this wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my heart overtook my head.

“Mellie, I’m so sorry.” He pleads, trying to catch my eyes. 

My eyes see red again. His apologies only fuel more anger in my body. The white wedding dress falls into my line of vision and I push past him and grab it. Right under it sits a box of matches. 

“Melody,” His voice shaking. 

I can’t hear anything past the buzzing in my ears. By the time I’m in the backyard and dosing the dress with propane from our grill, everything is numb. 

A match sits between my shaking fingers, “I don’t remember who I was before all of this pain.” I murmur under my breath then let the match fall onto the dress. 

Flames engulfed the dress immediately. I take a step back and watch my marriage go up in flames. I turn to look at Roman who stares at the dress in shock. 

“You can clean this up and leave me the fuck alone,” I mutter. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You don't love me deep enough, we not reaching peaks enough

My legs feel like jelly on the walk up to our bedroom. There’s a hollowness spreading inside of me, but my legs carry me all the way to the bed and I stay there, frozen — numb. 

Is this not what I wanted? I wished I stayed in the unknown; you know what they say, ignorance is bliss. Having it all out in the open only made this harder. 

When Roman comes into the room, I shut my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed in silence for longer than I can remember. So much so, that I start to doze off, but I’m pulled back to reality when he starts talking.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mellie, I don’t know what words will undo all of this.” He starts. “Nothing I say can change this, but I love you, and I knew better and it was eating me up inside, I don’t wanna lose you, Mel. You might never forgive me, but baby believe me, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. I can’t lose you.” 

Tears spill over the side of my face, but I remain stoic and away from him. 

“I want you to leave, I can’t look at you, I can’t believe, and I don’t want to believe you.” 

I finally sit up on the bed to look at him. His eyes are red and tears fall from his eyes, but nothing in me changes. I’ve met every single thing I’ve said to him. My love just isn’t enough to overpower the hate I have in my heart for him. 

“You need to leave.” My voice is stern, but it shakes. 

Something in me is fighting. My love for him won’t go away overnight, but the resentment will live forever if I stay.

Roman doesn’t move. Finally, I take a deep breath and stand. 

“If you won’t leave, I will.” 

You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy

Roman stands in my way, “Mellie, please.” He begs. 

“Why the fuck are you begging me right now, Roman, I didn’t hurt you. You hurt me and now I have to stay?” I step back. “I don’t what to know why you fucked that random bitch and I don’t want to understand anything you say.” 

“Mel, I promise I’m not sleepin’ with her no more.” 

My eyes fixated on his, “I saw you. Today, I saw you with her this morning.”

He hesitates for a moment then nods, “I ended things with her, Mellie, I swear I ended shit with her but she kept calling and texting and I went over there to tell her to stop.” 

“That’s why you was hugged up with her?” I laugh bitterly. “You really think I’m fucking stupid, shit.”

Roman takes a step forward, “No, I don’t know why I did that, but baby, I ended everything with her.” 

His eyes pleaded with me and I could see the truth deep down, but it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough.

“I don’t care. You thought that shit was okay to do in the first place.” I point my finger at him. “So, I’m not gonna tell you again, get the fuck out of my way and let me go or I swear to God I will hate you for the rest of my life.” 

After a moment of staring into my eyes, Roman steps back with a small nod. 

“I’ll go if that’s what you want.” 

“That’s what I want.”

this is your final warning, you know i give you life...

Downstairs, I sit on the edge of the couch. There’s an emptiness inside me I’ve never felt before. Roman cleaned up the glass, but there’s a part of me that can see the destruction everywhere. This doesn’t feel like my own home anymore. 

Roman comes down the stairs with a suitcase and a duffle bag. My heart falls at the sight, but all I can do is get up and meet him at the front door.

“Mel, I love you, I’m so sorry.” He pleaded while I opened the door. “Can we work on this, baby?” 

My eyes overlook the evening sky, “I can’t stop picturing you and her. I can’t do this.” I take off my wedding rings and hand them to him. “Goodbye, Roman.” 

There’s an air that sits between us as he stares at the rings in his palm. Roman lets out a breath and walks out the door. I slam it shut behind him before he can turn and say anything else. I can’t look at him again, it’s the most painful thing I’d ever have to do in my life. 

And yet, I still contemplate how I can leave him behind forever when my heart refuses to let him go for good.

“If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl.”

i appreciate your patience as i dealt with life, but im back!!!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter. hope you caught a little hit for the next chapter ;) this is my (third) FAVORITE song on the album.

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[sheeezu]

what if, you are just lying to all of us. I mean, now why are you so interested in tumblr when u have already "permashifted" and then you just came back to... Post subs on tumblr? Like is that a joke lmao. Maybe you realised after the "farewell" that you are getting enormous clout on tumblr so ur just fabricating an excuse to "come back from the grave" lol.

I believe in shifting, but not you. Or you can just fr give VALID explanations.

Oh. So you managed to speak in a way which represents an anon, just without the mask, huh?

I can hear the venom dripping out of your tongue, your eyes bulging out of your head, filled with envy and that "loser" tag forever tattooed on your forehead, which only I can see.

Now my love, why, why would I care about your mere, unimportant presence to give you, an ounce of explanation?

You think I'm losing my wits over your menacing ask, hyperventaling "oh no! The useless, good for nothing, commoner who'd die a graceless death does not believe in me-!" Hmm?

This post is going up, and you're going to give a good laugh to everyone, you're too timid to reveal your own identity, and you make such self assured threats like you're backed by an organisation?

I don't owe you an explanation, but you're so desperate, might as well.

1. Why am i interested in Tumblr?

Since I've shifted, I've become lazy. With the knowledge I can get whatever I want (unlike my special someone) , I can easily be the best of best if I wanted to, tumblr is the only space I have where I encourage myself to work hard on it.

2. Why did I permashift and I come back?

People make decisions all the time, I don't think your peanut disfigured brain will be able to get that. Unlike respawning, permashifting does not cut ties from the reality you're leaving, hun I could come back anytime.

3. Clout.

I had been getting "clout" even before I made that post, I was fully ready to delete my Farewell post and I even put a poll up, and I acknowledged that coming back was a bit confusing and generally not a good decision.

Do you realise, just how miserable you sound? Your message screams you're suffering and are failing day by day to achieve anything remotely close to success.

You wake up in a bitter mood, scare off other people with your goblin face.

You know you're never going to reach your desired reality, your soul is filled with hatred and there isn't an ounce of calmness or positively in you, you can't stay still because your whole body twitches with "damn it- if I can't get it THAT MEANS NOBODY CAN"

I don't think this shifting business is working out for you, and God forbid anyone tries to help people by making subs and actual, logical, helpful posts.

How about you get a job, hm? You're going to have to do something with this life, since you've completely blocked yourself from shifting anywhere else.

Take care and don't fuck with me motherfucker I will and can make your life miserable

And you better take that seriously before I release actual soul eating demons on you, love.

[zablife]

Good Company

Carmen Berzatto x reader

Summary: You've injured yourself on the line and though you try to hide the pain, Carm's there to console you.

A/N: It's been a minute since I wrote for Carm, but this was requested by a lovely anon and I couldn't resist writing it first out of all my new requests. Prompt: "Sit down, you're looking very pale."

Warnings: mention of blood

Carm slouched forward, his aching shoulders rolling forward in repose as he took a long drag. Instantly comforted by the warm smoke filling his lungs, he closed his eyes for a moment, forgetting where he was. The bustling atmosphere of the kitchen could wait, he told himself, forgetting the chaos on the line for a minute of peace.

That is until he heard the heavy metal door slam shut behind him, alerting him to someone likely bearing news of a new crisis. Exhaling a stream of smoke into the starless sky, he crushed his unfinished smoke beneath the toe of his boot and pushed himself up off the ground. "What the fuck is it now?" he spat.

The toss of his head and roll of his eyes caused you to gulp and cautioned you to keep your problems to yourself. Suddenly realizing how insignificant it seemed, you did your best to hide the issue from him.

Just then Carm registered your ashen face in profile. It might have gone unnoticed by anyone else, your features partially hidden in shadow, but Carm noticed everything about you. Since you'd begun working for him two months ago, he'd become so enamored of you, he couldn't help but watch your every movement.

"Wait a second," he blurted, the words barely pushing past his lips. He deeply regretted his bad tempered response, the sharp reply meant for Ritchie had kept you from confiding in him and that wasn't what he wanted. "You...um,...you, okay, Y/n?" he asked, knowing you weren't.

"I'm fine," you mumbled, hand throbbing even as you spoke. You tried to conceal the evidence of your injury in the folds of your apron, but Carm spotted your movement with hawk like precision.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked, craning his neck to see the mess you'd tried to hide.

"It's just a cut, chef. I can handle it," you promised, a dulcet tone belying the fear clutching your heart as you grew woozy. Legs buckling slightly beneath you, Carm rushed to hold you up.

"Sit down, you're looking very pale," he informed you, the gentle tone of his voice soothing you. His strong arms encased you before you fell head first into the bins and he gently guided you to sit on the overturned milk crates. The empathetic expression radiating from his blue eyes told you all would be well, but your disquieted mind refused to accept it.

Carm only needed a single glance at your unfocused eyes to realize you could be going into shock. He sprung into action, fumbling for your arm until the trickles of blood ran over his hands in silent admission. "M gonna get you to a doctor, okay? This needs stitches," he informed you with as much calm as he could muster. "Is that okay?"

You nodded, but didn't speak as he worked to compress the wound.

"Whatsa matter? Never seen a little blood before?" he joked with a lopsided grin.

"Never cut myself," you confessed, biting your lip anxiously.

"Not through school or nothin'?" Carm asked incredulously.

"Guess I've been lucky," you answered, returning his warmth with a weak smile.

"This shit happens all the time," he assured you, holding up his left hand to reveal a long scar carved into his palm. "Welcome to the club," he chuckled.

"Then I'm in good company," you agreed, leaning against his broad shoulder as he ushered you to his car.

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Arranged: Chapter Seven

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Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

The sound of birds chirping flowed through my open window as I wrapped myself deeper into the blanket cocoon I had myself encased in. The bright rays of the sun did their best to break through the curtains to wake me from my slumber but I refused, knowing that there wasn’t a reason for me to wake quite yet. 

Soft footsteps padded quickly into my room and through a hazed gaze, I saw Bucky enter my room with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. I went to sit up, ready to take the coffee but he quickly waved me off. 

“Don’t wake up for me. I wanted to bring you a cup of coffee before I head into my office for the morning,” Bucky said, placing it down on my table. 

“Thank you,” I grumbled and covered myself with the blankets once again. 

The dark slumber was overcoming me and I allowed it to take me, a soft snore leaving my lips. Bucky chuckled quietly before I felt his soft lips on my forehead and his footsteps retreated out of my room. 

I awoke a while later, the bright rays now blasting the room in a golden aura and as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes the aroma of ground beans filled my senses which brought a big smile to my face. The cup warmed my hands immediately and I took a sip with a gratifying groan. 

“So good,” I uttered before taking another sip. 

The coffee wasn’t the only thing left on my table. A credit card alongside another note from Bucky. 

Today’s the day, doll. Take my card and go shopping. Get whatever you like or want, do not worry about the price. I’ll see you in my office around 3. 

Steve will be waiting by the front door whenever you’re ready to go. Don’t let him fool you, he loves shopping. 

Xxx

Bucky

I didn’t quite like the idea of using Bucky’s money to go buy whatever I wanted, knowing that I did nothing to earn it. But maybe a quick lunch with Steve would be fine? 

Gulping down the rest of my coffee, I quickly scattered around the room as I got ready, knowing I only had a few hours before I had to be back. 

Bucky and I had an appointment at the local courthouse at 4 o’clock to sign the paperwork to get married. While I did still have some reservations about it, I knew that this is something my parents wanted and Bucky wasn’t a bad choice. If I was forced to be married to anyone, I found myself becoming glad it was him. 

You could have been stuck with your ex for the rest of your life. 

I shuddered, the thought of him getting married. We never had the best relationship but I had stuck it out because I thought that was the best I would get. A frown pulled at my lips as I began to remember that night, little over a year ago, and knowing the amount of pain it caused me. 

“Hey, almost ready?” 

I turned on my heels and gave Steve a smile. 

“Just about. I’m sorry that you got stuck spending your Saturday with me,” I apologized. 

Steve quickly waved me off. “I don’t mind.” 

I raised a brow at him. “Are you sure about that? You don’t have anything else you would rather be doing right now?” 

He hesitated to answer but I urged him with a slight nod. 

“If I’m being honest, shopping for clothes doesn't get me all giddy inside.” His hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his pants. 

I snorted. “Me too. Good thing we’re going to this great coffee shop I know on the other side of town. They have a huge selection of books that you can either read while you’re there or buy.” 

Steve pointed behind him with a smile on his face. “After you.” 

“Why, thank you Mr. Rogers.” I chuckled. 

He followed close behind as we descended the staircase and I peaked towards Bucky’s office, hoping to catch a glimpse of him but was met with a closed door. A sad sigh sounded from me. 

Steve bumped his shoulder with mine. “Hoping to see him before his meetings?” 

I shrugged. “He brought me coffee this morning and left me his credit card so I did see him briefly. Even if I was half asleep.” 

Steve let out a low whistle. “He brought you coffee and left you his card? Buck has dated a lot of dames in his past but he’s never left his money with them let alone make them a cup of coffee.” 

He then lifted up my left hand, the ring Bucky gifted me shining bright in the sunlight that peaked through the window. 

“You’re also the first one to get a piece of jewelry from him. Especially an engagement ring.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh as I playfully smacked his shoulder. “Dame? What time period are you from? The 1940’s?”

He ushered me along with a pat on the shoulder. “Come on, we need to get you back before three otherwise Bucky’s going to have my head.” 

We both walked out of the house, smiles on our faces, as I replayed Steve’s words over in my mind. 

Bucky had never done any of those things with any of the women he’d been with. 

A softly jazz tune played throughout the small coffee shop as people quietly chatted amongst themselves, creating such a comfortable and warm atmosphere with the fireplacing cracking across Steve and I. We had been here awhile now, just enjoying the peace. I was nose deep in a book while Steve sat in the chair next to me, pencil scratching away at the piece of paper in his grasp. His eyes would leave the page every couple minutes to do a quick scan of the place, just to be safe. 

I would question Steve about what he was drawing but he would hush my wonder with a quick finger to his lips, not wanting to show his work. 

The saxophone and piano from the jazz music was now intertwined with the sound of raindrops pelting against the roof and glass of the building and a smile pulled at my lips, knowing that this was the perfect choice to spend some time out of the house. 

My phone buzzed next to me and as I read the message, my smile grew all the way up to the corners of my eyes. 

Hope Steve is taking care of you. I can’t help but worry whenever you’re not here. I’ve got one more meeting then I’m yours for the rest of the night. 

Another message graced my screen. 

And after tonight, for the rest of your life. 

I sent a quick reply to Bucky to let him know that I was fine before giving my attention back to the book in my lap. Steve sighed, a bit later, and adjusted himself in his chair. 

“Everything alright?” I asked. 

Another sigh. “Will you be alright if I head to the bathroom?” 

I shook my head with a laugh. “Steve, you don’t need to ask permission. You’re a grown man and I’m a grown woman. I don’t need you watching over me every second.” 

“You don’t know the enemies that Bcuky has got over the years,” Steve said with a straight face. 

My scrunched with worry at his comment which made Steve sigh with an apology. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/N. But I think you should know that if Bucky or I arent around with you, you need to make sure you keep an eye on your surroundings, at all times.” 

“Okay,” I said. 

The second Steve had left, my eyes began scanning the coffee shop for anyone that looked out of place or was staring at me a little too much; no one stood out. 

Until the new patreon walked through the door of the ship, the bell above the door ringing loudly in my head. The inside of my mouth went dry when his familiar dark eyes landed on me, a sinister smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He made a beeline for me and I made a quick movement to try and get out of the shop before he reached me. 

“Y/N, is that you?” 

I cursed but gave him my best smile, adjusting the bag over my shoulder. “Hi, John.” 

“How have you been? You look good.” His eyes raked over my body. 

My skin crawled at his compliment. 

“Goodbye John.” 

I sidestepped him, not wanting to waste another breath on him but he grasped at my elbow to stop me. 

“You’re leaving? Stay, I’d love to catch up,” John pointed to my previous spot. 

My eyes bounced from his face to the grip he had on my arm and I was ready to make a scene until Steve appeared, low scowl on his face. 

“Everything alright?” He questioned, quickly coming to my side. 

The two men shared a look and John reluctantly dropped my arm and I moved a bit closer towards Steve. 

“I’m fine,” I moved a strand of hair out of my face. “Steve, this is my ex, John Walker.” 

Steve’s face was hard, not showing an ounce of any emotion as he nodded to John. 

“I was just asking Y/N to stay a while. We haven’t caught up in so long, clearly a lot has changed,” John motioned from Steve to the ring on my left hand. 

“It’s none of your business, John. If I remember, you were the one who cheated and ended the relationship,” I reminded him. 

“Oh come on. It wasn’t like that,” John defended. 

I shook my head, not wanting to hear any more of his excuses. 

“Ready to go?” I asked Steve. 

He nodded before leading me away from John with a soft hand to my lower back. I was so ready to get out of that coffee shop, the private solace that was created now gone the second John had walked in, that I hadn't even noticed the look that Steve and John shared. 

My heels clicked along the hard floor as I made my way down the long hallway towards Bucky’s office, hoping that he was ready to go. His door was wide open but I still knocked, to make sure he was free. 

“Bucky, are you ready?” 

He was sitting on the couch in his office, looking breathtaking in an all black suit, but I could tell by the way he twiddled his thumbs while his right knee bounced that something heavy was on his mind. 

“Bucky?” I spoke again. “Everything alright?” 

He looked away from his hands and gave me a small smile. “How was your morning at the coffee shop?” 

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Steve told you about my run in with my ex?” 

Bucky stood from the couch and closed the distance between us. “Steve also said he had his hands on you when he walked up.” 

I placed a hand on Bucky’s flesh forearm. “It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”

His vibranium cupped my cheek. “John Walker is bad news, doll. You need to stay away from him.” 

I took a step back out of his touch and looked at him perplexed. “How do you know him?” 

Bucky remained silent, not answering my question. 

“Let me guess, he’s a business associate of yours,” I scoffed. 

“You need to make sure you stay away from him. If he contacts you or shows up wherever you are again you need to let me know.” 

“Are you telling me who I can or can’t see?” 

Anger filled me slightly at the fact that Bucky was trying to control me, after he told me he wouldn’t make me do something that I don’t want to do. 

“I’m doing this for your safety, Y/N. You think you know John because you dated him but I’m telling you the John that I know is different,” Bucky explained while running a hand over his mouth. 

“Then tell me about the John you know,” I placed my hands on my hips. 

Bucky’s lips pulled in a tight line, refusing, so I shook my head with a scoff. “We’re signing our marriage paperwork in less than an hour, Bucky. I would appreciate it if we didn’t start our marriage off with secrets.” 

“There are some things about me that you can’t know,” He refused to give in, allowing me even a sliver of who he was. 

“So I’m supposed to be in the dark with everything?” I asked. 

Bucky pinched his eyes together and let out an exhausted sigh. “We should go, we’re going to be late.” 

“Right,” I nodded, feeling my stomach drop. 

There was a sudden sense of doubt that filled me if this was suddenly the best idea, regardless of my parents' involvement. Certainly, they would understand if I were to back out. They’re my parents, they even said it themselves they want the best for me and this agreement with Bucky was starting to feel like it was the opposite of that. 

[aynavaano]

Sweet Treats

Kinktober '24 - size kink/praise kink

Wrecker× F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 7.5k whoops this was meant to be short

Summary: You're living on Pabu and can’t keep your eyes off Wrecker since he arrived. You’re a bit shy but you got the notice that you can move back into your rebuilt house in Lower Pabu so you ask him if he could help you moving.

Notes: Whoha, that was a long unintentional break. A few of my scripts for Kinktober were a lot longer than what I usually write and editing them kinda overwhelmed me. Then when I realized I was behind my self imposed schedule, I kind of beat myself up for it and abandoned all the fics. I didn’t allow myself to write something new cause I had a bad conscience, I felt like I had to finish the Kinktober fics and the asks before I deserved to write something new. I felt like I had failed and didn’t want to look back and it took all my joy of writing. But over the holidays I read through some of the scripts, realized that some of them were good and deserved to be finished. Also the world is a cruel place and we all deserve a bit of unhinged smut with our favorite clones to brighten the mood. So I guess we’re doing Kinkanuary now?! The first script that I finished was Wrecker and while it was obvious to pair him with a reader that has an undiscovered size kink it is important for me to add that he is so much more than just his size and I hope I managed to write it like that. Also I thought he deserved a girl that is good at baking, so reader is a baker on Pabu. As far as tags go we have: mutual attraction, idiots to lovers kind of, oral f! and m! receiving, vag.fingering, vag.penetration, wrecker has a big dick and we all know it, reader maybe enjoys choking on his cock a litte, mutual size kink, praise, lots of praise, Wrecker talks you through it, he’s the praise king, you can’t change my mind. Also no beta, otherwise these longer fics would never see the light of day.

You first noticed Wrecker the day after he and his family had arrived on Pabu. His sheer size made him impossible to miss, but it was his laugh that caught your attention—deep and warm, like the comforting roll of distant thunder. You were setting up your stall at the market that morning, arranging fresh loaves of bread and pastries on wooden trays, when his booming voice echoed across the square.

At first, it was hard not to admire him from afar. Wrecker had a way of filling a space—not just with his size, but with his energy. Whether he was hauling crates of supplies or chatting with the locals, there was an openness to him, a joy that made him stand out. Everything about him exuded warmth and strength—from the way he carried children on his shoulders to how he lit up the room with smiles and his easy humor. It was hard to believe someone that enormous could be so gentle, but Wrecker was all contradictions, and that only added to his charm.

You’d caught yourself staring more than once, your hands dusted with flour as you pretended to be busy with your goods.

The first time he approached your stall, he was grinning from ear to ear, his broad shoulders nearly blocking out the sunlight.

“Wow, that smells incredible,” he’d said, leaning in to inspect your display.

You’d smiled nervously, brushing off a bit of flour from your apron.

“Thanks. Anything catch your eye?”

“All of it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, y’know. What d’you recommend?”

That first exchange turned into many. Wrecker became a regular at your stall, always stopping by to buy something and chat. Sometimes, he’d stay longer than necessary, munching on a pastry while leaning casually against your counter.

“Y’know,” he said one day, his mouth half-full of a jogan bun, “you’ve got magic hands to make something this good. Ever thought of teaching someone?”

You’d laughed, shaking your head. “Not sure you’d want to learn—kneading dough isn’t as exciting as whatever you get up to with your brothers.”

He grinned.

“Hey, don’t knock it. Bet I’d be pretty good at it. Got the muscles for it, after all.”

You couldn’t deny the way his easy compliments and lingering glances made your heart race. There was something about the way he looked at you, his warm brown eyes soft and inviting, that made you feel special. But no matter how many times he came by, no matter how often he found reasons to linger, he never asked you out.

And you, a bit shy and unsure, didn’t dare make the first move either. So you stayed in this quiet, unspoken dance of stolen glances and friendly conversations, savoring the moments you got to spend with him and wondering if he felt the same pull.

But you often caught yourself daydreaming about him when you saw him around town or relaxing at the beach, how it would be to be held by him, how easily he could just scoop you up and carry you around, how it would feel to cuddle against his broad chest, how safe and loved you would feel in his arms.

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The late afternoon sun bathed Pabu in golden hues today, and the warm breeze carried the scent of the sea up into the town. Despite the sun slowly setting, it was still hot, and you started packing up your stall. As always, all your cakes and cookies were sold, but packing up took longer than usual because you were distracted.

You’d caught a glimpse of him on the on the other side of the town square—Wrecker, unmistakable, towering over the others at the bustling marketplace. His boisterous laugh echoed as he navigated the narrow stalls, his broad shoulders making him stand out no matter where he went.

It was Taungsday market, and he always came to your stall on Taungsday. But today you had almost given up hope. You glanced down at the small box you’d tucked carefully behind the counter. Inside was a meiloorun cookie, Wrecker’s favorite. You’d saved it for him, just in case.

As you started loading the last of your trays into the cart, you heard that familiar laugh. Your heart leapt, and you turned to see him striding toward you, his grin wide as ever.

“Hey!” Wrecker called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the market noise. “Almost thought I’d missed ya!”

You smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“I thought you had, too but I saved something for you.”

His eyes lit up as you reached for the box, handing it to him with a shy smile. “One meiloorun cookie, just for you.”

He took the box, opening it with the excitement of a child.

“Aw, you remembered! Thought I was too late, been busy helpin’ out with the building of the new communal space.You’re the best, y’know that?”

He popped the cookie into his mouth, groaning appreciatively.

“Perfect, as always.”

The compliment made your cheeks warm, and you busied yourself with stacking empty crates to hide your nerves.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Wrecker noticed your cart piled high with boxes and trays.

“Need a hand with all this? Looks like a lot for one person.”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a leap of courage.

“Nothing I can’t handle here, all the boxes are empty, but actually, I was going to ask if you could help me with some heavy lifting later.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh yeah? What kinda heavy lifting?”

“Well…” You glanced down, suddenly unsure how to phrase it.

“My house in lower Pabu—it’s finally been rebuilt after the sea surge. I just got the notification that I can move back in a few days ago, I’ve already brought some stuff over but I’ve got some furniture and boxes I can’t manage on my own.”

Wrecker beamed, his broad smile making your nerves melt away.

“Course I’ll help! Wouldn’t leave ya to handle that alone. When d’you need me?”

“Tonight, if you’re free?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager.

“Tonight works,” he said with an enthusiastic nod.

“Tell ya what—I’ll help you load up here, then I’ll get the fish to Hunter real quick and I’ll head over to your place. Deal?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his generosity.

“Deal. Thank you, Wrecker.”

He picked up two of your heaviest boxes like they weighed nothing, his muscles flexing under the strain.

“No big deal,” he said, winking at you. “Anything for my favorite baker.”

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The small apartment had grown unbearably hot as the afternoon wore on, boxes stacked high against the walls, and the thought of finally spending time alone with Wrecker filled you with a nervous excitement. You smoothed your hands over your tunic, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Any minute now, he’d be here.

You’d been thinking about him all afternoon, replaying your conversation from the market in your head. He’d made you promise to teach him baking once you had your bigger kitchen back, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been teasing or if he really meant it. The way his grin had softened as he spoke to you, the way his golden eyes held yours just a little too long—it was enough to leave your chest fluttering.

A heavy knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you scrambled to answer it, heart racing.

When you opened the door, there he was. Wrecker’s broad frame filled the doorway, the last light of the day casting over his shoulders. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt again, and the sight of his muscular arms had you biting the inside of your cheek to keep from staring.

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice warm and cheerful. “You all ready for me to get you movin’?”

You nodded quickly, stepping aside to let him in.

“Yeah, almost everything’s packed. It’s just the big stuff now. Thanks for coming.”

He gave you a lopsided grin, shrugging easily.

“Course. Gotta make sure you’re all set up for bakin’. Besides,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck, “I like being around and helpin’ you out.”

That made your breath catch, and you busied yourself with stacking some smaller boxes to cover your flustered reaction.

“Well, I appreciate it. Especially since the couch is going to be a nightmare to move but it’s the only piece of furniture I could salvage after the surge so I don’t want to give up on it.”

Wrecker chuckled as he surveyed the space. “Couch, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

As he started lifting boxes onto the heavy-load cart, you found yourself sneaking glances at him. The way his muscles flexed with every movement, the easy way he handled the heaviest loads—it left you a little breathless. When the last box was stacked, all that remained was your old, oversized sofa, with it’s wild mix of colorful cushions, many of which you had made.

“Guess it’s just this beast left,” Wrecker said, turning to you with a playful grin.

“Yeah,” you said, fidgeting with your hands. “I’ve been dreading moving it. It’s so heavy.”

“Ah, not for me,” he said confidently, stepping over to it and giving the armrest an experimental tug. Then he paused, glancing back at you with a sly grin.

“You’ll still teach me bakin’, right? Once you’ve got that big ol’ kitchen?”

His question caught you off guard, and you blinked at him. “You really want me to teach you?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck again, his grin softening. “I think it’d be fun. You’re good at it, and I… y’know, I like watchin’ you do somethin’ you’re good at, spendin’ some time with you.”

Your heart skipped, and you felt your cheeks heat. “I—yeah. I’d like that.”

Wrecker’s grin widened, and he turned back to the couch with renewed enthusiasm.

“Alright, let’s get this thing outta here, then.”

He braced his massive hands under the couch, muscles rippling as he hoisted it up like it weighed nothing. Your jaw dropped slightly, watching the ease with which he maneuvered it toward the door.

“Maker,” you muttered under your breath, eyes trailing over his biceps and broad chest.

Wrecker paused, tilting his head toward you with a crooked grin.

“What’s that? Did you say somethin’?”

You shook your head quickly, heat rising to your cheeks.

“No! Just, uh… impressed, that’s all.”

He turned fully to face you, the couch still balanced effortlessly in his arms, and his grin widened.

“Impressed, huh? ”

Setting the couch down gently, he stepped closer, his golden brown eyes glinting with mischief. He towered over you, his presence filling the room as his grin softened.

“You’re blushin’,” he teased, his voice dropping an octave.

“I am not,” you shot back, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“You’re cute when you try to deny it,” he murmured, his gaze locking with yours.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you forgot all about the move, your world narrowing to the warmth of his smile and the steady confidence in his voice. Wrecker had a way of making you feel seen, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from his soft lips and as he leaned down just slightly, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing you were.

His gaze didn’t waver as he studied your face, a mix of amusement and something softer in his golden eyes. The room felt impossibly warm, and your heartbeat was echoing loudly in your ears.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost shy, “I’ve been wantin’ to spend more time with you. Not just like this—helpin’ out and all. But, uh, I didn’t know if you’d want that.”

Your breath caught. “You… really?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his grin softening into something more tentative.

“I mean, you’re always real nice to me, and Hunter said he thinks you like me but I figured maybe you’d think I’m… too much or somethin’. Big guy like me, not exactly subtle.”

You shook your head quickly, your words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“Wrecker, you’re amazing. You’re sweet and funny, and you’ve been so kind to me. Honestly, I’ve been hoping you’d…” You trailed off, suddenly unsure how to finish.

“Hoping I’d what?” he asked, his voice low and full of curiosity.

You bit your lip, gathering your courage.

“Hoping you’d ask me out.”

Wrecker’s eyes widened slightly before his face broke into a wide, toothy smile that made your knees weak.

“Well, why didn’t ya just say so?”

“I don’t know,” you laughed nervously, “I guess I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

He let out a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Awkward? Nah. I like ya, and I’ve been thinkin’ about askin’ ya for a while. Guess I was just nervous too.”

The thought of Wrecker—this towering, confident, wonderful man—being nervous to talk to you was almost too much to believe. You smiled, feeling your chest warm at his words.

“Wrecker…” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” His voice was a low rumble now, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel like the only person in the galaxy.

“I guess I’ll have to take the first step, then.” you said softly, meeting his gaze.

Before he could respond, you leaned up on your toes and pressed a quick, tentative kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, the scar slightly rough under your lips, and you pulled back just enough to gauge his reaction.

Wrecker looked at you startled for a split second, then he leaned down and captured your lips with his. His mouth was warm, firm but gentle, and he tilted his head just enough to deepen the kiss. The world around you disappeared as you melted against him, your hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his broad shoulders.

The kiss quickly turned more heated, his massive hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You could feel the solid wall of his chest against you, the strength in his arms as he held you close. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you gasped, allowing him to taste you fully.

"Maker," he groaned against your mouth, his voice rough and husky, "feels so good."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his hands roamed lower, resting on your hips and pulling you against him in a way that made your knees go weak. His sheer size, the way he enveloped you so completely, had your mind spinning.

"Wrecker," you breathed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His golden eyes burned with heat, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

You could feel the sheer power in his grip, restrained but ever-present, and it made heat pool low in your belly.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, concern flickering through the intensity in his gaze.

"Better than alright," you murmured, running your hands over his shoulders, down his chest, marveling at the sheer size and warmth of him. Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the hard planes of his abdomen, and you felt him shiver under your touch.

"Careful," he said, his tone half-teasing, half-warning.

"You keep doin' that, and I might not be able to stop."

"Maybe I don't want you to," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened, and his grip on your waist tightened slightly.

"You sure about that? Don’t want me to take you out for dinner or somethin’ first?."

You shook your head, your breath catching as his gaze flicked back to your lips.

"I'm sure."

With a growl that sent shivers down your spine, Wrecker kissed you again, harder this time, his hands sliding lower to lift you effortlessly into his arms.

The strength in his grip made your stomach flip as he carried you toward the couch he had just moved and abandoned next to the door, laying you down gently before hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head and his massive frame blocking out the rest of the room.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, ya ?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern evident despite the heat in his gaze.

“Yes," you said without hesitation. The way he said it with so much affection made your pussy throb and you had to press your thighs together for some desperate needed friction.

His grin turned feral, and he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, this one deeper, hungrier. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made your heart ache.

"Gonna have to be real careful with you," he murmured against your lips. "Don't wanna break my pretty little thing."

The thought made your core clench, and you arched into him, your hands tangling in his shirt as you pulled him closer. You’d spend too many nights hot and bothered plagued by dreams of him touching you, making you feel good only to wake up feeling needy and empty. Getting yourself off hasn’t helped much, sometimes made things worse, it was him that you wanted. Now that you had him so close to where you wanted him, the last thing you needed was him to be overly careful.

"Don't be too careful," you teased, your voice a mix of need bordering on desperation.

Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and delicious.

"Careful, sweetheart. Keep talkin' like that, and I might forget my own strength."

His kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. He pulled back briefly, his gaze raking over you with such intensity that you felt like you were being consumed.

"Take this off for me?," he said, tugging at your tunic.

You complied quickly, your fingers trembling as you pulled it over your head. Wrecker's breath hitched as his eyes roved over your bare skin.

"Perfect," he said, his voice reverent.

His hands followed his gaze, calloused fingers brushing over your breasts, your hips, and finally settling on your thighs. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame making you feel even smaller.

"You're gonna let me take my time with you, aren't you?" he asked, his hands sliding up your legs.

"Yes," you breathed. "Please."

"Good girl," he said, and the words sent a shiver down your spine.

Wrecker's hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down in one smooth motion. His touch lingered on your thighs, the heat of his palms searing into your skin. He let out a low, appreciative hum as he took in the sight of you.

"You're so pretty, even prettier than I’ve imagined" he said, his voice soft but filled with a hunger that made your cheeks flush.

"Gotta admit, I've been thinkin' about this for a while."

He leaned back, his hands working at the hem of his shirt. When he pulled it over his head, your breath caught in your throat. His broad chest and shoulders were a sight to behold —muscle stacked on muscle, his skin marked with faint scars that only added to his rugged appeal and a dusting of dark hair covered his chest, trailing down in a line that disappeared beneath his waistband.

Your gaze lingered on his powerful arms, his biceps flexing slightly as he tossed the shirt aside. You‘d seen him on the beach but to have him so close was different. You couldn't resist reaching out, your fingers brushing over the hard planes of his chest. His skin was warm, firm beneath your touch, and the contrast between his sheer size and your smaller hand was intoxicating.

"Maker," you murmured, your fingers tracing the line of his pecs and down to his stomach.

"You're incredible."

Wrecker grinned, his golden eyes alight with a mix of pride and amusement.

"You like what you see, huh?"

"Very much," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitantly let your hand trail through the dusting of soft curly hair and over the big scar that went across his whole chest, that seemed fairly new as it was still raised and had a pinkish glow.

„Had to fight a Dryax to get that, when we rescued ’mega“ he said with a sheepish grin.

His large hand wrapped around yours, guiding it lower, letting you feel the strength in his abdomen and then further to the huge bulge in his pants.

“Look what you’re doin’ to me” he said enjoying the look on your face “but first, I’m goin’ to take real good care of you if you let me”

Your fingers brushed over the thick, firm ridge straining against his pants, and you couldn't stop the shiver that ran through you. He was so wide, the sheer girth of him making your hand feel small as you tried to take in the size of him. The light linen fabric did little to hide the heaviness beneath, and your fingers traced along the outline, marveling at how impossibly thick he felt.

A surge of heat pooled low in your belly, the wetness between your thighs growing as you imagined what it would feel like to have him stretch you open. The weight of his cock, the thickness pressing against your palm, made your pulse race, every nerve in your body thrumming with anticipation. This was even better than your dreams.

Unable to form coherent words you nodded.

Wrecker leaned back over you, his hand cupping your face again while his other slid down your body, giving one of your nipples an experimental pinch and then lower between your thighs. His fingers, thick and calloused, parted your folds with surprising gentleness. He groaned as he found how wet you already were, his thumb brushing over your clit.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So soft, so ready. That's all for me, isn't it?"

"Yes," you gasped, your hips bucking slightly into his hand.

"Thought so," he said, his voice thick with pride.

After a few slow rubs over your clit he slipped one finger inside you, the thickness making you moan. He worked it slowly, his thumb circling your clit in tandem.

"Feel so tight around just one," he murmured, almost to himself. "Gonna have to relax you real good before you’re gonna be able to take all of me, sweetheart."

You whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders as he added a second finger, stretching you even more. The delicious burn made your toes curl, and you couldn't stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips. You’d have to apologize to your neighbors tomorrow and hopefully not for the last time, but nothing a good cake couldn’t fix.

"Look at you, takin' my fingers so well," Wrecker praised, his thumb pressing down just enough on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your body. He trailed kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts and let his tongue swirl around your nipples.

"Such a good girl."

"Wrecker," you moaned, your head falling back against the couch.

"That's it," he said, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Let me hear you, sweetheart. Don't hold back."

The pressure built quickly, your body arching into his hand as he worked you with a focus that made your head spin. When you finally came, it hit you hard, a wave of pleasure that left you gasping for breath.

Wrecker groaned as your walls pulsed around his fingers, his hand slowing but not stopping as he drew out every bit of your release.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You're so beautiful when you come."

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, his golden eyes locked on yours as he did. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, leaving you aching for more.

"And you taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Wrecker," you said, reaching out for the bulge in his pants, your voice shaky but filled with need. "I want all of you."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours with a possessiveness that made your heart race.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said against your lips, his voice low and rough. "You'll have all of me. Just hold on tight."

Wrecker leaned back, his massive frame towering over you. He pulled his pants down, his thick, hard length springing free. You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of him, your eyes widened in shock as they took him in.

"You okay, sweetheart? We…eh…we don’t have to…you know," Wrecker asked softly, his hand cupping your cheek.

The gentleness in his voice was such a stark contrast to his overwhelming size that it made your heart ache in the best way.

His cock, already fully hard, rested against his stomach, thick and heavy. You couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, your mouth going dry at the sight of him. He was enormous-more than you'd ever taken before-but the challenge sent a fresh pulse of heat through your core.

You slid off the sofa onto your knees right before him.

"What're you doin', sweetheart?" His voice was deep, a little rough, but the warmth in it softened the question.

You didn't answer right away, your hand trailing down to wrap around his shaft. Or at least, as much of it as you could manage-your fingers couldn't even close around him.

Wrecker sucked in a sharp breath at your touch, his head tipping back slightly.

"Maker, you don't have to _"

"I want to," you interrupted, your voice soft but firm.

"I want to make you feel good too, Wrecker."

The golden warmth in his eyes softened even more.

"Alright, sweetheart. But don't push yourself, yeah? Just... take your time."

You nodded and leaned forward, pressing an experimental kiss to his flushed, leaking tip. His cock twitched in your hand, and he groaned low in his throat. Emboldened, you parted your lips, licking gently along the sensitive head before wrapping your mouth around him.

The stretch was intense-almost too much. Your jaw ached immediately, and you could barely take his tip. Even then, it felt like your mouth was impossibly full.

Your tongue swirled tentatively against him as you tried to adjust to his size.

"That's it, just like that," Wrecker murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. He cradled your cheek in his big hand, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.

You bobbed your head slightly, taking him a little deeper. But it was no use. The moment he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, pulling back quickly with a gasping breath. Drool slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing down your chin as you stared up at him apologetically.

"Hey, hey," he said immediately, his thumb wiping away the spit on your face. "You alright?"

You nodded, though your chest still heaved as you caught your breath. But despite your struggles, almost choking on his cock was incredibly hot in a filthy way you hadn‘t know you had in you.

"I'm okay," you rasped, your voice rough. Then, with a small smile, you added,

"You're just so... big, but I like it. A lot."

Wrecker chuckled, the sound low and affectionate.

“You’re not just sayin’ that, right? I don’t wanna hurt you.” he teased gently, though his concern remained clear in his eyes.

“No, really, I like it” you assured him.

"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. Just do what feels good for you."

Determined, you tried again, focusing on his tip and swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. Your hand worked his shaft, stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth, and you tried to relax your throat as you took him deeper.

But it was impossible. He was too thick, too long.

Every time you tried to take more, you felt like you were going to choke. Instead, you focused on his tip, sucking and licking at him while your hand squeezed him firmly at the base.

"That's it," Wrecker groaned, his voice growing rougher. "You're doin' so good, sweetheart. Feels... stars, feels incredible."

His words spurred you on, and you worked him with more determination, drool slipping freely from your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. The taste of him, salty and heady, made your thighs clench together.

"You're somethin' else," he murmured, his big hand smoothing over your hair. "So sweet, so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Maker, you're perfect."

Your cheeks burned at his praise, but the heat only drove you further. You wanted to make him come undone. But as you tried to take him deeper again, you gagged once more, your hands trembling as you pulled back, gasping for air, but the throbbing between your legs betrayed you.

Wrecker's hands were on you in an instant, pulling you up into his arms and cradling you like you weighed nothing.

"That's enough," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't push yourself, sweetheart. You're already drivin' me crazy."

"But I didn't-" you started to protest, but Wrecker silenced you with another kiss, this one slow and deep.

"Don't need anything else, sweetheart," he murmured against your lips. "Just you. Always just you."

His hands roamed down to your hips, his strong fingers kneading your skin. You could feel him pressed against your stomach, hot and heavy, and a thrill shot through you at the thought of taking him inside you.

"Let me," you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest to the line of dark hair that went down over his abs.

"I want you, Wrecker. Please."

His golden eyes darkened, his breath hitching as he studied your face.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile.

"I've never been more sure. I want to feel you inside me."

With a low groan, he lifted you effortlessly and carefully placed you on the sofa, lining you up with his cock. The tip nudged against your entrance, and you shivered as the thick head stretched you open. The sensation was overwhelming, but the way he held you, the way he looked at you, made you feel safe.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice soft and steady as he lowered you slowly onto him.

"Don't wanna hurt you, sweetheart."

"I will," you promised, gripping his shoulders for support.

Wrecker eased forward, the thick head of his cock slowly breaching you further. The stretch was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you gasp. He froze immediately, his brows furrowing with concern.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"Yes," you assured him, your voice breathy. "Just... give me a second."

He nodded, his hands resting on your hips, holding you steady.

"Take your time, sweetheart. No rush."

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to relax around him. After a moment, you nodded, and he pushed in a little more, barely an inch, before stopping again.

"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back as he tried to keep still. "You're so soft and warm. Feels incredible."

You whimpered, the sound making his grip on your hips tighten slightly. "Wrecker, feels so-"

"Tight?" he interrupted with a teasing grin, his voice laced with pride. "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm bein' real careful with ya."

The burning of the stretch was so intense, pleasure mixed with pain but the pleasure was slowly taking over and you couldn't help but whimper softly, your forehead resting against his shoulder.

"You're perfect, it’s okay if you can’t take all of it" he said, kissing you softly.

After a few more moments of slow, shallow movements that didn’t get him further, you looked up at him, determination flickering in your gaze.

"Let me get on top."

His eyes widened slightly.

"You sure? I don't wanna_"

"I'm sure," you said, cutting him off. "I know it’s gonna feel incredible, I can do it. Please."

Wrecker stared at you for a moment before nodding, shifting so he could help you switch positions. You straddled him, your knees pressing into the couch on either side of his massive thighs.

"Alright, sweetheart," he said, his hands settling on your hips.

"Take it slow. You're in control now."

You nodded, your hands braced against his chest as you began to sink down onto him. The angle was better, letting you take him a little more with each inch. His fingers flexed against your hips, his jaw clenching as he held himself back.

"Maker," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.

"You're takin' me so well. Look at you, sweetheart."

You whimpered, the stretch almost too much, but the heat in his gaze spurred you on.

"So big, but feels so so good," you whined, your nails digging into his chest.

"You're doin' perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "Just look at how you're takin' me."

You tried to relax around him and let the weight of your body do the work. With a final push, you sank down completely, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you to the hilt. You could feel every inch of him, the sensation overwhelming but so good, unlike anything you had ever felt. You were sure if he hadn‘t made you come already you would have exploded into a thousand pieces then and there.

"Maker," Wrecker groaned, his hands gripping your waist tightly. "You did it. You're takin' all of me, sweetheart. Can't believe it."

You moaned breathlessly, your head falling forward as you tried to catch your breath.

"Told you I could."

He grinned up at you, his golden eyes shining with pride and affection.

"You're amazin'. Absolutely amazin!

You started to move, slow and careful, lifting yourself slightly before sinking back down. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure through both of you, and Wrecker's praise only made it better.

"That's it," he murmured. "You're so good to me, sweetheart. So damn good."

You rolled your hips slowly, letting Wrecker's thick cock stretch and fill you completely with every motion. The intensity of it all-his sheer size, the overwhelming fullness-had you gasping and moaning with each descent. His big hands never left your waist, steadying you as you moved, but he didn't push, letting you set the pace.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice low and thick with need. "So tight around me. Maker, it's almost too much."

"It's intense," you admitted, your voice shaky as you braced your hands against his chest for leverage.

"You're so big, Wrecker. It's-" You broke off with a gasp as you sank down again, taking him fully. "Kriff, it's so good."

His golden eyes were fixed on where your bodies joined, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Look at you, takin' all of me," he murmured, almost in awe. "You're perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect."

You whimpered at his praise, the heat in his gaze sending a rush of pleasure straight to your core. The stretch was so intense, so delicious, that every movement sent sparks of pleasure skittering through your body. But as you started to slow, your thighs burning from the effort, Wrecker chuckled softly, his hands tightening on your hips.

"Let me help you," he said, his voice gentle despite the hunger in his tone.

Before you could protest, he easily lifted you, his strength effortless as he guided your movements. He raised you off of him slightly, then lowered you back down, filling you again and again with his thick cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he controlled your movements perfectly timed to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

"Wrecker," you gasped, your fingers digging into his chest as pleasure built inside you.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.

"Let me take care of you. You're so good for me. Feels so good, havin' you like this."

The rhythm he set was steady but deep, each thrust making you cry out as the intensity grew. His cock stretched you in ways you'd never felt before, every inch of him filling you completely. You couldn't think, couldn't speak, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him. All you could get out were pathetic whines.

"You're amazin"" he said, his golden eyes locked on yours. "Can't believe you're mine right now."

"Wrecker," you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension inside you reached its peak. "I'm so close-"

"I've got you," he promised, lifting you one more time before slamming you down fully, his cock pressing against your cervix, holding you there as you came undone around him.

Your climax hit hard, for a moment everything was dull before you slammed back into your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rippled through you.

"Maker," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as your release triggered his own. He thrust up into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you.

You collapsed against his chest, your body trembling as you tried to catch your breath. His hands moved to your back, holding you close as his broad chest rose and fell beneath you.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern despite the hoarseness from his release. “Didn’t hurt you?”

You nodded, your cheek pressed to his chest.

"More than okay."

Wrecker shifted slightly, still buried inside you, his warmth filling you completely. He seemed hesitant, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back as he searched for the right words.

"Listen, uh..." He cleared his throat, his deep voice unusually tentative.

"I, uh, I really like ya, don't want this to just be... y'know, a one-time thing."

You lifted your head to look at him, his golden eyes avoiding yours for a moment before he finally met your gaze.

"I've never really had somethin' like this," he admitted, his voice softer now. "Never had the chance durin' the war. But I want it, with you. I don't just wanna fool around. I want... more."

Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor making you fall for him even more. You cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

"I want more too," you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity.

Relief washed over his face, and he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips.

''Cause I'm not lettin' you go now."

He shifted beneath you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer to his chest, his cock slipped out of you and with it a rush of your mixed juices. For a moment, you thought you could stay like this forever. Completely blissed out, safe in his arms, your head resting on his chest and his cum trickling out of you.

You basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking for a little longer, but then he softly tilted your chin up to make you look at him and chuckled softly.

"As much as I like havin' you on me, sweetheart," he said, his voice still deep and husky from earlier, "we're both a bit of a mess. How about we clean up?"

You hummed in agreement, still half-lost in the warmth of his embrace.

"You mean you don't want to sit here sticky all night?"

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"As temptin' as that is, nah. C'mon, I'll help."

Before you could protest, he effortlessly scooped you up, cradling you against his broad chest as he stood. His strength still amazed you, the ease with which he handled you making your cheeks flush.

"You didn't have to carry me," you said, though you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

"Maybe I like carryin' you," he replied simply, his golden eyes meeting yours with a fondness that made your stomach flip.

He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down gently before starting the shower. As the water warmed, he turned back to you, his hands sliding up to carefully unclip the claw that held up your hair and set it aside.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his gaze roaming over you with unguarded affection.

You felt your cheeks heat at his words but didn't have time to dwell on it before he stepped under the spray with you, pulling you close again. The warm water cascaded over both of you, washing away the evidence of your earlier passion.

Wrecker's hands were surprisingly gentle as he lathered soap over your skin, taking his time as he worked. He made sure to check in with you, brushing his lips against your temple as he asked,

"This okay, sweetheart?"

"More than okay," you whispered, leaning into his touch.

When you returned the favor, your hands roamed over his muscular chest, tracing the lines of his scars and the soft trail of hair leading down his stomach. You allowed yourself to look at him openly, instead of just stealing glances. His tattoos caught the light, drawing your attention, and you couldn't resist brushing your fingers over one.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his grin widening when you bit your lip and nodded.

"You're gorgeous, Wrecker," you admitted, feeling your heart swell as he leaned down to kiss you, the water cascading over you both.

You both stepped out of the shower, the cool evening breeze brushing over your damp skin as you padded across the organized rows of neatly labeled boxes that Wrecker had stacked earlier. The faint scent of soap lingered between you, and the soft light in the room made everything feel warm and intimate. You opened a box marked linens and found a towel, wrapping it snugly around yourself before handing another to Wrecker. He grinned, his eyes lingering on you as he rubbed the towel over his broad chest and shoulders, water droplets glistening against his tanned skin.

Digging into another box labeled clothes, you pulled out an oversized shirt and shorts for yourself, slipping them on quickly as Wrecker stood there, still completely at ease in his nudity. His gaze softened as he reached for your hand, pulling you closer.

“You look happy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered as you tilted your head up, your damp hair sticking to your cheek. Wrecker leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed, just full of quiet affection that made your chest ache in the best way. You smiled against his lips, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

"So, uh, I’m kinda hungry, I was thinkin'.." he began, his tone a little hesitant, "how'd you feel about dinner? With my family, I mean. We can eat and you can stay with me and then we get you movin’ first thing in the morning?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Dinner with your family?"

"Yeah," he said, his golden eyes flicking to yours.

"Hunter's probably cookin' the fish me and Cross caught today, and Omega's always wantin' to meet new friends. I think they'd love you. I mean, who wouldn't?"

Your chest filled with warmth, the sincerity in his voice making you smile.

"I'd love to, Wrecker."

His face lit up with the biggest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen, his happiness contagious.

"Really? You mean it?"

You nodded, brushing a hand over his cheek. "Of course."

He let out a laugh, spinning you around once in his excitement before settling you back against his chest.

"You've just made me the happiest man on Pabu," he said, his voice full of joy.

[stilesmcgraw]

"Once a Lothario" Challenge

The Lothario family are a passionate people in all of their pursuits -from love to learning and everything in between, they know how to live life to the fullest. And it all started with the man, the myth, the legend himself... Don Lothario.

Overview

"Once a Lothario" is a base game legacy-style challenge with additional DLC options available. The purpose of this challenge is to explore the abandoned Achievement system in order to expand regular gameplay. Your Sims will challenge themselves by exploring romance beyond what might be typical, and attempting to meet criteria that may not be ordinarily reached.

The framing of the challenge is that the Lothario's pursue their passions (cooking, collecting, the paranormal, and more) with an unrivaled zest, and that they also can't resist filling their lives with tons of romance. I often found myself getting caught in the rut of "flit, flirt, kiss, hug, kiss, propose, marriage" and I wanted a fun way to explore relationships with my sims while also pushing myself to get creative with my goals. Thus the challenge was born!

Note: Achievements are finnicky. If cheats are enabled, they won’t trigger. They may not trigger anyway. If you accomplish an achievement and the game doesn’t recognize it - don’t worry! You know the truth! The same can be said about Sentiments.

Rules

The graphic below details the rules of the challenge. Keep in mind:

You must start as Don Lothario.

Avoid money cheats.

You decide relationship dynamics, and each generation can look different! Perhaps one heir is polyamorous, maybe another is a serial monogamist. And maybe someone takes directly after Don and enters into affair after messy affair. It's up to you!

All achievements, skills, goals, etc. can start being worked on as soon as they are available to your Sim.

Additional WooHoo and conquest information is at the very end. It includes WooHoo locations and life states to interact with that are DLC-locked.

Some generations have "bonus" achievements and/or aspirations. They are expected to be completed as part of that generation's challenge - they're only listed as bonuses because they are in addition to the standard 3 achievements and one aspiration. But remember, this is meant to be fun for you! If something doesn't feel right for your story, skip it.

Please tag #OnceALothario if you post about the challenge!

Achievements List | Sentiments List

Onto the Challenge!

[whatevertheweather]

Thank you for the tags today @confused-bi-queer @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @monbons!

Look at me posting two WIP days in a row? Wild. I haven't written anything new for fandom, but I have more I can share from the WIP I mentioned last time, and I'll give a little more context too. First though, I deeply enjoyed and for some reason didn't expect people's guesses about the suit. (Closest was EVA/spacesuit, but that's still not the answer, sorry.)

For that little bit of context I mentioned, this is sci-fi/horror. Which you will not pick up on from the snippets I'm sharing, because most of what I've written so far is the most important and thus highly-spoiler-filled stuff, so all I can share are the earlier/lighter moments. Such as this one. Under the cut because whoops it's not six sentences.

Baz had stopped responding to him a while ago, but that was fine. Expected. Simon was more than capable of vengefully holding both sides of the conversation himself if Baz couldn’t bother to contribute. “You know the first thing I’m gonna do with the suspicious amount of money you’re paying me?” Simon asked as he clipped in. “I’m getting a roast beef sandwich. Real, imported roast beef. None of that synthetic shit. I bet—” “Why?” Baz interrupted. He sounded as baffled as his own question left Simon. “What do you mean why?” Simon said, testing his weight against it even though the suit said it was sound. “Because I’ve never had it, and now I can. Real roast beef, Baz, did you hear that part? Real. You had that?” “Of course, but it’s not—it’s not the luxury you’re making it out to be.” “The fuck it's not,” Simon said, pulling himself upright again. “I’d have to commit multiple crimes to get my hands on it, and your rich ass says ‘of course' about having it. Luxury.” “That doesn’t make it the delicacy you’re imagining,” Baz insisted. “It’s not very good.” “Why don't you want me to have dreams? This is how people like you keep people like me underground. I’ll decide whether it was worth it when I climb out of this hole myself, thanks.”

Does that give you a better idea of what's going on? It's at least definitely misleading you to believe there will be more happy-go-lucky banter than they'll have the opportunity for :)

Tags and hellos for @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @mooncello @iamamythologicalcreature @cutestkilla

@ivelovedhimthroughworse @bluedahlia912 @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @martsonmars

@whogaveyoupermission @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch @youarenevertooold @noblecorgi

@run-for-chamo-miles @rimeswithpurple @alexalexinii @ileadacharmedlife

and anyone and everyone else <3

[doubletroubletag]

I must know. Do you mind if other people make their own versions of the tag-in tag-out AU idea?

I just really like the concept and have my own Thoughts™ that I want to turn into something

-LT

oh yeah, feel free to if you wanna! i would like a shout-out like "based on starlightshore's tag in/tag out: double trouble comic" if ur good w/ that

as far as i'm aware nobody has done anything w/ the premise aside from making a meme

which fills my heart with immense joy

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

The Way of Another

Tags: MWIII SPOILERS, Angst, Major Character Death (implied and mentioned), Swearing, Simon is in denial of his feelings, resurrection??, will add tags when I think of them

A/N: Sorry for literally vanishing off the face of the earth. I’ve been cheffing it up over the last couple of days. This is proofread by me but unchanged. As AO3 tags will read, no beta, we die like men. For anyone waiting on the second chapter of Sweet Tooth (I see you), I’ll do my best to get that up next week (as if I haven’t been saying that for six months). Life has fucking sucked for the last few months, and I’ll leave it at that. I’ve already written too much here, so without further ado, I’ll just get to it.

This is like chapter .5, by the way. Y’all have been waiting weeks for me to post again, so I figured I owed you something. I hope this is sufficient until I can get myself to write something more

He never believed he’d adopt another’s mannerisms. Slip of the tongue, really. Kyle was getting on his nerves. He couldn’t have helped it. 

“C’mon, mate. Just take it off, let me see you!” Kyle urged, leaning over the back of a rec room recliner. “We’ve been working together a long time.”

“Oi, away and boil yer ‘ead.” Teeth clenched, nostrils flared, eyes widened. Simon squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself, almost crushing his sandwich in his fingertips. “‘M sorry, mate. I didn’t mean”–he paused. “I don’t know what I meant. Just fuck off, yeah?” Brown eyes met brown eyes, and understanding threaded itself in the needles of the gaze.

Kyle pressed his lips together, inhaling sharply. “Yeah, sorry. Shouldn’t have pushed.” He glanced down at his hands, nails picking at his torn cuticles. 

It was pitch black when Simon awoke. He cracked his folded legs out of the fetal position and rolled onto his back. Chilled sweat rolled off his forehead, sinking into the pillow beneath his head. There was no shine in his eyes now—shadows swallowed any midnight glow that might’ve made its way under the thick door. 

Simon. 

He sat up, brushing a tickle of the quickly-drying liquid away from his eyebrow. Rubbed sleep from his eyes and threw his legs over the edge of the bed, whose aged springs creaked for help, to no avail. His phone screen read 02:47. Large fingers nimbly turned the knob on his bedside table, and a warm glow flooded the room. Darkness retreated back to the corners, freeing him from its hold. 

It was silent, with humid air stifling in the small space. Simon’s socked feet padded across the floor and he pulled the door inward, flooding the room with cooler air from the hallway. He stepped out onto the tiled hall, wishing he’d put on sweatpants, but persevering. 

The base was dimly illuminated only by the soft bluish light from the moon that filtered in through the windows, a glow that guided him through the well-worn twists and turns of labyrinthine corridors. He finally stepped into the kitchen, still bleary-eyed but more alert. He drifted around the room, eventually stopping in front of the coffee maker. 

The drawer under the counter protested ever-so-slightly as Simon pulled it open, finding the darkest blend he could think of. The jar was half-empty, the way it had been left. He grabbed a spoon and dumped exactly three spoonfuls of the grounds into the coffee filter. No more, no less. Simon carried the empty coffee pot to the sink and filled it to the line, then brought it back and poured the water into the corresponding area of the machine. 

The lid closed with a pop that almost made him start. A monotonous beep filled the room for a moment, then ceased, and Simon resided in silence again, until the soft gurgle of the coffee maker began.

The warm, rich smell inundated the space, flooding his senses-

Thought you didn’t like coffee. 

“Johnny.” The blond man whipped around, tearing his tired eyes open and searching around the empty room. A breath of warm air ghosted over his ear, taunting him. “Please don’t leave me again,” he whispered to no one. 

The coffee maker droned its harsh song, alerting Simon to the accomplishment of its task. He turned back, eyes downcast, and poured the dark liquid into a mug from the dish rack, not filling the cup fully. It steamed lazily, the only movement aside from him in the shadowy space. He stirred a spoonful of sugar into the bitter stuff and took a burning sip. The way he’d done it. 

(Tagging my dear friends because you all haven’t heard from me in a while: @kaeriustehe @forsaire @tapioca-milktea1978 @losersimonriley )

[leithillustration]

I’ve not done an end of year round up before, but here goes! Thank you @monbons and @iamamythologicalcreature for the tags, and @aristocratic-otter for the encouragement. Seeing everyone’s roundups has been really wholesome and enlightening. 

I often don’t give my successes much space for celebration as they tend to get drowned out by the noise of all my mental health difficulties, so this is an exercise in acknowledging the good things from 2024, as well as allowing space for the things I’ve struggled with (while trying not to sound too jaded and cynical 😅). This is a long one so everything is under the cut.

Landmarks: A few significant things

My border collie Simm turned 10

My godson turned 1

I lived with one of my best friends @hattedhedgehogfor 3 months during a time that otherwise would have been rubbish, but he made the whole summer a fun adventure

Inspired by Harry, I made a hand sewn Georgian shirt with ridiculous billowy sleeves. I’ve yet to find an occasion to wear it, but I hold out hope for 2025.

I played DragonAge for the first time (Inquisition) and was not normal about it. The above banner is my Inquisitor Dadron (named for his dad energy and likeness to Ron Swanson)

I started sharing my creative writing on Ao3 for the first time

Took more control over self care and my mental health

Achievements Unlocked: Heath Stuff

I love that some 2024 reviews share personal experiences living with health problems. It’s really validating to see that. It's so easy to forget other people struggle too, they just might not want to share that online. So before I get to the creative things I've done in 2024… watch me over share my health stuff??

Finished seeing my EMDR therapist First time in 4 years I’ve been without any kind of therapy and it’s terrifying but making me work on myself in a new way. Not sure I’m done with EMDR forever, or talking therapy, but I spent a year with a therapist I didn’t vibe with and it sort of added more issues to the pile, so I’m glad I left them.

Dumped GenderGP They replaced a load of their services (including doctors) with AI. After 2 years of treatment under them, I felt so betrayed and worthless. Thankfully I’ve still got a supply of testosterone for now.

Had a minor breakdown in July Work, house stuff, gender things and mental health all got the better of me in July. Things were incredibly bleak for a while there. Surviving is hard sometimes, but I am still here so taking that as a win.

Switched to a new NHS gender care waitlist Was 3 years into a possible 6-7 year wait for a London clinic. Now I am in year 1 of a possible 2-3 year wait for Nottingham. No idea if moving was a good call or not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Got on a private gender care wait list for a top surgery referral Yeah, UK trans private health care also has huge wait lists. No idea how long this one is, but I’ve been on it since August and haven’t heard anything yet

Got an ADHD diagnosis!! I am classic ADD, go figure. Had to go private for this too (who needs savings, right?) but I’m now in my 4th week of ADHD meds. It’s been A Time but it’s giving me hope (a tenuous, vulnerable thing) that maybe things won’t always be this hard.

Self Employment: Life as an illustrator in 2024

Always a mixed bag, made all the more challenging by the above health stuff, AI, and the general state of the economy, but in spite of this I have done the following:

Sold work at 6 events Norwich Queer Fest, Harrogate Airecon, UK Games Expo, Norwich Pride, Birmingham MCM, Norwich QueerFestmas. I was filled with imposter syndrome for most of these events, and I’m always very fatigued after, but I know it is good to push myself out of my comfort zone sometimes and I do enjoy meeting likeminded people and seeing people engage with my work. I had some wonderful interactions and I’m so grateful to everyone who came to say hi.

Did 2 actual IRL paintings I hadn’t painted with acrylics at all since around 2020 when I got an iPad. This year I decided to check I can still paint by hand and turns out I’m still ok at it.

Exhibited at a local gallery I also hadn’t exhibited in galleries since around 2018, so taking part in a group exhibition with my new paintings felt like a fun (and scary) opportunity this year.

Storyboarded ‘Unravelled’ graphic novella Unravelled is a horror story about knitting, written by LP Mills. Storyboarding this was a challenge since it required a level of focus I struggle to maintain, but I’m so pleased I was able to do it.  Sadly the kickstarter (that would have paid myself and Mills to fully illustrate and print it) wasn’t successful this year, but we’re holding out hope for future funding.

Illustrated ‘Football Crumpets’ play Football Crumpets is a queer audio comedy written by Lucie Isle. I made a series of character designs and spot illustrations for to advertise the Kickstarter campaign. This campaign was successful and the comedy is now in the process of being recorded by Lucie and her diverse cast of voice actors.

Experienced the worst client of my life I won’t go into detail as this broke me, I lost someone I thought was a friend, and I’ve struggled to build up confidence since. But discussing the experience with fellow creatives made me realise almost everyone has had a client from hell at one point or another. Lessons learned: Always write up a contract in advance and question anything you’re not sure about. Don’t compromise on your work boundaries for friends.

Had 3 character commissions Dramatically down from last year and I wonder how much is due to AI and no one having any money. Who knows! I love illustrating people’s OCs and Dnd characters, and the commissions I did get have been really fun. Two of them are in the banner above this section 👆

Snowbaz & Fandom Adventures

This is only the second year I’ve engaged with the lovely Snowbaz community and I am so glad I pushed myself to do it. I’ve made some wonderful friends and I’m sharing my writing publicly for the first time in years. I’ve not done much compared to most, but I’m trying to pace myself so I don’t burn out and stop enjoying it. I’m hoping to be healthier this year thanks to new meds, so with any luck I’ll be able to do a bit more than in 2024.

Snow On Ice (writer) (M, 3.8K words, chapter 1/12ish) For CORB 24 with concept and artwork by @iamamythologicalcreature is one of the first two fics I’ve ever shared on Ao3 and I’m loving every second of writing this!!

Boundless (writer) (T, 4.5K words, chapter 1/5) Also for CORB 24, this time with @cattocavo This one has taken a bit of a back seat as I’ve discovered the hard way that I can’t write two large fics at once (curse my limitations!!!) but I’m looking forward to getting back to this when I can, especially since Catto has already produced so much incredible artwork for it and it needs to be shared!!!

On Every Wall (artist) (E, 24K, chapters 2/2)written by @orange-peony for CORB 24. I love drawing these boys so much, dammit. It was so good working with Peony and seeing her story unfold based off my indulgent artwork (an edit of which is in the above banner). I wanted to draw so much more for this fic, but health and work got in the way.

Fics that have brought me comfort and joy:

I get through a lot of Ao3 fics, but wanted to give a shout out to the fics that have stayed with me long after reading them. I cannot get over the healing power of writing and how incredible it is that so many of us can find common ground in this way. 

Someone Wicked The first is @artsyunderstudy’s Someone Wicked (Snowbaz, E, Chapters). It wrecked me and then built me back up again in the best way possible. Seeing their artwork is always an inspiration too, and I have listened to their Something Wicked Playlist about a billion times. Like any well adjusted normal person, right??

Blame it on My Youth (Andreil AFTG, E, 1.5M words, Chapters 136/?) I still owe @yourficstheyglow a lengthy Ao3 comment on how much this fic has changed my life. It’s held my hand and encouraged me to look after myself better over the past 6 months in a way therapy never has. I vibed with their depiction of Neil SO HARD. His reluctance to engage with mediation and journalling is so relatable. Along with his frustration at people forever suggesting it to him, and then his irritation that it actually helps a bit. 😂 Reading about Neil shopping around for therapists, working on his communication and downloading self care apps (even though he hates it all every step of the way) has resulted in me printing out charts to help identify my emotions, making a spreadsheet of potential therapists to approach when I’m ready, journaling for the first time in yeeeears and getting a handle on my mental health in a way I never really have before. I even downloaded the stupid Finch app (after years of people suggesting it to me) because Neil did (I named by bird Neil). When I’ve felt lonely and sad, I’ve found reassurance and safety in Neil and Andrew being soft with each other, exploring their boundaries as Andrew works through his trauma from SA, stepping outside of their comfort zones, trusting each other and respecting each other’s limitations. 

Of Cats and Closed Doors (Fitzloved Rote, E, 785K words, Chapters 77/?) I’ve been dipping in and out of this fic by @tragediegh for a good 18 months now, if not longer. I am full of love for the Farseer Trilogy books and ate them up a few years ago. The Liveship Traders came next but then I got too in my head to ready the Tawny Man trilogy, since Fitz and the Fool are so dear to me I didn’t know how to handle them going through more trauma. I just want them to hug and kiss and be loved so badly!! Ellipsis provided a monumental dose of comfort and healing in this fic. It’s become my personal canon. Last year, thanks to this fic, I finally had the courage to start reading The Tawny Man trilogy. I’m on to book 2 now and although I am terrified, I know I can come back to Of Cats and Closed Doors to remind myself in Ellipsis’ universe everything turns out ok!

I think that'll do for 2024! Tags here are to say I appreciate you and thank you for chilling with me in the tumblrverse.

@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @alexalexinii @cattocavo @that-disabled-princess

@orange-peony @cutestkilla @rimeswithpurple @larkral @best--dress

@scribble-tier @theimpossibledemon @artsyunderstudy @raenestee @thewholelemon

@nightimedreamersworld @itriednottothinkaboutit @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @angelsfalling16

@the-beard-of-edward-teach @monbons @katatsumuli

@aristocratic-otter @snowbazdaily @argumentativeantitheticalg @lovelyladzzzz @eremeldanin

[alxor-of-hellsite]

I’m gonna avoid all the neil gaiman stuff for now because. C-PSTD & need to like. NOT. get myself triggered ESPECIALLY right now of all times as i’m not mentally stable. I’m gonna have the tags & things blocked so i won’t see any of it & i might be quite out of the loop! Might need someone to fill me in on things but in a way that wouldn’t majorly fuck me over for a month with flashbacks <3! uh yeah. won’t be viewing any of that stuff for our safety!

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Snippet Sunday!

I hope everyone is having a grand week! While I do not have a new chapter to post I do have a sneak peek for it! Chapter 6th of Elgara Vallas should be done before 01/15/25 and after that each chapter will be on a biweekly - monthly basis since classes start on the 15th for me.

Since the wait will be longer, I will also try to increase the word count of the chapters. We were sitting at an average of under 2k - 3k words but I will see if I can extend that to make chapters 5k - 7k. No promises but I would like to see meatier chapters from myself. Which will help because this fic will be longer than Fleeting Pleasures and I have so much in store for this journey!

If you haven't read it yet there are only 5 chapters out now to catch up! Any comments, kudos, or reblogs are appreciated and if you have anything you are working on, I'd love to see it!

Tagging: @bearlytolerant @staticpallour @lisa-and-shadow @ellstersmash @roguishcat @ronqueesha @blightedcrow @interplanet--janet @heytheresunflower @awardenandacrow @kimberbohwrites @atonalginger @skeleinor @sleepybadbear

No pressure tags! I tried to get those who I know are into veilguard content rn. If you would like to be tagged in the future or not be tagged in the future let me know!

“Not going to say hello?” The honeyed sarcastic charm came from the other side of the lounging couch. Ghoul peeked an eye open to see Neve’s brown eyes peering over at her with expectation.

“Should I?” Ghoul asked, confused she was expected to say anything at all. She had assumed everyone was doing their own thing, and hers was going to be a quick nap while she waited for whatever meal was served by the bickering duo in the kitchen.

“I suppose you don’t have to” Neve bit her lip as if stopping herself from saying something in particular, but she continued, “though I would think it would be proper to greet the people you run into.”

“Then…” Ghoul sat up from her relaxed position, the squeaking noise of movement from the cushion filling the silence as she repositioned her back to rest on the arm, facing her companion, “Hello Ms. Neve Gallus.”

“Now that’s too proper.” Her dark brows furrowed at Ghoul but there was still an amused grin on her lips. This was turning into a fun tit for tat. “Neve is fine. Just Neve.”

“Just Neve,” Ghoul nodded in agreement but then quickly added, “Minrathous’ very own detective, Just Neve, illusive member of the Shadow Dragons, hero of the night-.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s enough.” Neve interrupted putting her hand up to stop Ghoul before she could continue with her bit. Ghoul felt a little satisfaction in being able to irritate her so easily and she wondered what else could get under her skin, but she left the idea of pranking her anymore in the back of her mind.

[missisjoker]

[crowsofdarkness]

Arranged: Chapter Fourteen

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

Tags: @sakuracyberhex

The fresh air filled my lungs as I stepped outside, Steve trying to get me to slow down. 

“Y/N, you need to slow down.” 

I ignored him as I ascended down the concrete steps in hopes of getting farther away from him and Bucky, who I knew was close behind. 

“Leave me alone, Steve.” I yelled over my shoulder. 

No matter what either of them said, none of it would matter unless it was the truth. I was done being lied to or not thinking I was important enough to Bucky in order to know some of these things. He would either tell me everything he was into or I would be gone in the morning. 

“Y/N? Doll, what happened?” 

I ignored Bucky’s pleas and pulled out my phone, ready to call for a cab home. Vibranium fingers, however, gently pulled at my elbow to slow me down. 

“Don’t!” I seethed while pointing a finger at Bucky. “Don’t touch me.�� 

His eyes were filled with confusion. “What the hell happened? I came out of the meeting to see you and Steve rushing out of the house like it was on fire.” 

“What was in those vials?” I questioned with my arms crossed over my chest. 

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat while looking towards Steve, who simply put his hands into his pockets. 

“She knows.” 

A slur of curses came from Bucky who looked at the ground, a hand running over his face. His shoulders rose with anger and I knew that he was going to try and move on from the question, like he always did. 

I wouldn’t allow it. 

“What is in the vials?” I repeated. 

“Y/N,” Bucky started. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I bellowed, my own anger taking over. “I’m tired of being lied to. I’m your wife, Bucky!” 

He finally looked into my eyes, despair filling him as he reached for me. “That’s exactly why I can't tell you, doll. I can’t let you get hurt because of me.” 

My eyes narrowed. “That’s such a bullshit excuse. You knew from day one that I can take care of myself.”

“Y/N, it’s not-.” Steve spoke. 

I sliced my gaze into him now, a frim finger pointed towards him. “Stay out of this, Steve. The only reason why I’m not furious with you is because you’re not my husband.” 

My rage turned back onto Bucky. “If you can’t tell me the truth right now then I’m gone. Because I refused to stay in a marriage filled with lies or secrets.” 

He shifted on his feet. “You would leave?” 

“Yep,” I lied. 

As angry as I was at this moment, I knew that I wouldn’t leave him. I found myself starting to fall hard for him. 

“So tell me the truth, what the hell were in those vials?” I pressed for the last time. 

The two men shared a look but neither of them spoke first. 

“Alright,” I nodded. “Whose idea was it to become a super soldier?” 

Bucky’s vein in his neck twitched as his jaw clenched. 

“Was it for kicks? You liked the feeling?” I asked. 

“Y/N-,” Steve said. 

I ignored him. “What else have you been lying to me about? Is the story on how you got that a lie?”

I motioned toward his vibranium arm. 

Pure hatred flashed in Bucky’s eyes as his breathing became deeper, more ragged. His vibranium fingers clenched with anger as he stepped towards me. 

“Watch your mouth, Y/N,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Even if my knees shook with nerves, I continued to stay tall against him. “One more chance, Bucky. What were in those vials?” 

“Enough!” He snapped. “It’s none of your fucking business!” 

I stepped back from him, shocked that he had gotten this angry, even if I had been pestering him about it. My bottom lip trembled with an upcoming sob but I masked it by sucking the lip between my teeth. 

Whatever his plans were for the serum, Bucky had no intentions of telling me. He was willing to risk me leaving in order to keep that secret to himself. It had become clear where I stood. 

I gave him one curt nod, nothing more. “I’ll be gone in the morning.” 

I had turned my back towards him, which seemed to have angered him even more because Bucky had hastily grabbed my wrist, vibranium fingers gripping hard against the skin. 

A loud hiss escaped my throat as I tried to yank myself free. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” Bucky fumed, nostrils flared. 

There was no doubt that a bruise was forming underneath his fingers and Steve knew this, so he took a step forward to break me free from Bucky’s grasp. However his feet came to a halt when he heard skin smack against skin. 

My hand stung as it reeled back from hitting Bucky right in his lip which made him drop me from his grasp. His eyes stared down at me, shocked that I had struck him. I mirrored my own shock that he had done almost the same to me. A small cut had formed on his bottom lip and at the sight of it, a small ounce of guilt filled me. 

It was gone before I had a chance to feel it. 

It had seemed with the slap to his face that Bucky’s rage was gone and he tried to step towards me when he noticed the bruise on my wrist. I pushed hard against his chest which made him stumble back. 

“Fuck you, Barnes! What? You think just because we fucked now you can control me?” I spat. 

He furiously shook his head. “Doll, I’m sorry. I don’t know what took over me.” 

I snorted. “I’m done with the excuses, the lies, the secrets. Everything!” 

Tears welled into the corners of my eyes and as I tried to blink them away, instead they rolled over my cheeks. The saltiness tasted bitter on my tongue. I gave him another hard push to his chest. 

“Why is it so hard to tell me the truth?!” I yelled. 

Another push. 

“Am I not good enough to know these things?!” 

Another one, this time a bit weaker than the last. Bucky allowed me to shove him, not once stopping me. 

“Is it because I’m not Natasha?” 

This one wasn’t even a push, more so a slap to his hard chest.

His shoulders tensed when I uttered the redhead's name and he gave Steve a look filled with betrayal. “You told her?” 

I scoffed. “He told me that she had feelings for you a long time ago but you never felt the same.” 

He ran a hand over his chin, eyes darting away from mine in refusal to make eye contact. My heart shattered and fell into the deep pits of my stomach. 

“Let me guess, that was another lie?” I asked with a shaky breath. 

“Can I explain?” He begged. 

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in order to hold the tears at bay that wanted to slip.

“I’m done, Bucky.” I stated before turning on my heels. 

Bucky let out a deep breath in defeat, knowing that no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t change my mind. “Steve, take her home.” 

“Don’t fucking bother!” I shouted, not even looking back at the two of them. “I called for an uber and it should be here any second.” 

As I said that, a black car pulled up in front of me. I didn’t bother giving Bucky a chance to come after me, simply slamming the door closed to erase his voice from my mind. 

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(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!