#buddy if I was there I would always be on my knees for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[solargrove]

in honour of marlowe and lark coming back could we get some lore about them👀 ily <3

hiiii oh my gosh this question has been living rent free in my mind ever since you sent it, and i have a LOOOOT to say so it will be underneath the cut but i promise it's worth reading hehe these sims are my everything <3

marlowe is an only child! she envies lark in that regard because lark is the second eldest of 5 children in her family, and for that reason, marlowe wants to have lots of babies (lol) to cultivate that big family she's always dreamed of

lark is actually really good at cooking, her skill in game i think is set at a 7? if i recall? and she is who primarily cooks meals for herself and marlowe. (throwback to the first harvestfest they spent together and lark prepared their grand meal)

both girls are actually quite tall! lark is taller but just barely. in my mind, i imagine that marlowe is 5'9 (approx. 175cm) and lark is 5'10 (approx. 177cm) so naturally once they have a bunch of kids, they could technically qualify as their own basketball team lmao

marlowe loves to knit! (evidence a, b, c, d) and she has even taken time to make some onesies for the little one coming soon 🥺

lark is actually incredibly adventurous (it being one of her traits) and that is due in part to being the only girl in her household besides her mother (as previously mentioned, she is the second eldest of 5 children, the other 4 siblings being brothers). she grew up around daredevil brothers who always pushed her to new limits, and so naturally, she adapted to survive in that sort of environment and loves the thrill of an adrenaline rush or two! she personally enjoys snowboarding quite a lot, and hopes to teach her kiddos some of her skill one day (albeit in a much safer way than the way she was taught lmao)

marlowe is a vegetarian and has been since middle school. she doesn't mind others who eat meat, it's just not something she considers essential in her life and so she doesn't eat it. as she's grown into a young adult, she developed a knack for gardening though, and has been enjoying growing food for herself and lark to eat!

both lark and marlowe enjoy watching films, but marlowe takes the art of cinema incredibly seriously. i imagine her letterboxd profile is full of in-depth and insightful reviews. meanwhile, i imagine lark's letterboxd reviews say a lot of "this happened to my buddy eric once" and other similar nonsensical phrases lol

while lark is active and adventurous, she's also very clumsy lmao the amount of skinned knees and busted elbows she has acquired throughout the years is astounding, but it never stifles her tenacity.

marlowe recently began working as a freelance writer! she has always loved writing (and even debated on attending university for journalism, but ultimately decided that university wasn't for her) and being able to bring in some money using what she considers to be a hobby rather than work has been very rewarding!

lark isn't working at the moment as her primary focus is growing her child lmao, but she has aspirations of one day becoming a world-famous athlete, perhaps a olympic-level snowboarder? realistically though, she knows that most likely won't happen, and so she does have a more practical backup plan of becoming a teacher. not very thrilling, i know, but that's why it's plan b.

marlowe can play the piano and is actually pretty good at it. she took lessons as a child, and i imagine her parents thought of her as some sort of protégé, but marlowe never felt that way about herself, even though she was quite talented. it was just something she did over the years because she felt like it's what her parents wanted. she does play a mean nocturne op.9 no.2 in e flat major though, and would happily show you if you asked to listen.

that's honestly all i have the brain power for at the moment but if there is anything else that anyone would like to know about these sims pls let me know i am dyingggg to talk about them lol 🫶🫶🫶

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 2 of 4]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

Rhys Larsen is now my favorite book boyfriend. He was the surliest bodyguard, intent on doing his job and doing his job well without making any personal connections. But then in comes Bridget who turns his world upside down.

The Princess and the bodyguard. The bodyguard and HIS princess. Bridget is so used to being spoken to a certain way because of her royal status, but then in comes Rhys who pretty much tells her to 'get on her knees and crawl'. Like.. damn! Haha.

For me it was a little slow in the beginning, probably because nearly almost the first half of the book was what happened during the first book's ending, but it ended up picking up and I loved it! I devoured the second half of the book which had me gasping and crying and then just being happy for how everything came together. And don't forget those surprise twists! Loved it :)

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book:

* Rhys going on about how he’s never had a client under his protection harmed is making me giggle. Your streak is about to be broken, my friend.

* Damn. Rhys really scared the shit out of the frat boy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Oh buddy, you and Bridget are so screwed.

* So why doesn’t Rhys wanna be in Eldorra? From the text he got, and his explanation after, I’m assuming Rhys has family there but that he doesn’t wanna know their identity?

* Jesus.. the tension between this two 👀

* Lol she got stuck in her dress and he had to help her. How embarrassing.

* Aww. He set up an indoor festival for her because he made her miss the outdoor one.

* A gunshot would ruin the charged atmosphere. Way to be cockblocked by violence.

* Lmao at Rhys threatening Bridget’s dates. Just fuck already!

* Oof. Her brother is abdicating. I knew it was coming, but seeing how she found out.. yeah, dude, you’re an ass.

* Fuck Viggo! Rhys should have kicked his ass lol.

* Holy shit. Rhys snapped! He bent Bridget over that dresser and- 🥵 Too bad she’s drunk and he knows better.

* Hot damn. #4 on the bucket list.. Rhys really delivered.

* Woo. We finally caught up to the “present” time.

* Andreas is coming to Eldorra permanently? Fuck this guy. He wants the crown. I just know it.

* OH MY GOD! Rhys want’s to permanently be her bodyguard!!!

* Ouch. Rhys’ relief at seeing Bridget again totally vanished when he realized she’s searching for a husband 😬

* Of course Andreas would catch them in a semi-compromising position 😒

* Her birthday ball/husband seems like a bust. And here I am wishing Rhys’ mysterious father is if noble blood so he can marry Bridget 😒

* Fuck Erhall!

* Awww. Rhys sketched her and gave it to her as a birthday present 🥺

* Who the fuck was in Rhys’ room? It was Andreas, wasn’t it? That slimy little shit.

* Ugh.. so awkward lol. Steffan kissing Bridget in front of Rhys 🫣

* “I’ve seen you kiss a cat with more passion.” // “Is that why you knocked over the lilies?” // “My. Hand. Slipped.” - lmfao. Sure, Rhys. Sureeee 😏

* “Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.” — Rhys Larsen, ladies and gents.

* “I was always meant to find my way to you.” — oh my god 😭

* Y’all weren’t lying about that gazebo scene 👀🥵

* Vibrating underwear. You dumbass 😂

* Rhys’ father has to be of noble blood! Why else would he have freaked and left after his mother confessed she was pregnant?

* Who the fuck is Malin now..?

* Holy shit.. “crawl to me” 👀

* Oh fuck. Who caught them banging?! Alndreas seems like the obvious choice.. could it be someone else?

* They’re dancing in a gazebo 😭

* “Careful, Mr. Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.” // “Baby, we’re way beyond like.” — Goddammit, I love him.

* Shit. She told her family and royal advisors, and grandfather collapsed. This isn’t good.

* Noooooo. Don’t end the relationship 😩

* Way to breaks my fucking heart, Bridget!

* ANDREAS IS HIS BROTHER?! NO FUCKING WAY!!!

* AND HIS FATHER IS ERHALL?! Fuck his family sucks.

* Aww.. Andreas was actually a good guy? And who the duck was snooping around Rhys’ place? Who sent the video? I’m gonna laugh if Alex has anything to do with this 😂

* The king is encouraging her to find away around the marriage law!!

* SHE FUCKING CALLED IN ALEX!!!! 🙌🏻

* The girls are all together again!

* “Bridget felt better than Heaven. She felt like home.” — they love each other and I’m so happy 😭

* I love a good blackmail session lol.

* The law’s been repealed!!!!

* Mikaela and Elin?! You traitorous bitches.

* He proposed in Costa Rica 🥰

* .. and now they’re married 😭

* Lol.. where did Jules and Josh get off to 😏

[seitmai]

As always, many thoughts

“Mama be mad?” His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.

🥺🥺🥺

“Hands, Suede,” Andy’s voice is soft, but demanding. It’s not a question, it’s what Suede has to do. “Ugh,” groaning, he gets on the stool, grunting as he reaches for the soap.

Kids and washing hands, either they love it and do it excessively or only when you remind them 😅

“Pies,” pineapples. Close enough. “NaNa, my ove oo,” he lays his head on Andy’s chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede. “I love you, too, buddy. You ready to watch some Bluey?”

🥹🥰🥹🥰

This is the sight you’ve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dad’s chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when he’s with Andy.

What a sight 🥹🥰

He makes your ovaries ache. Seeing how good he is with children that aren’t his, you know this man deserves someone of his blood. You don’t know how, but you’ll make it happen.

Understandable

You didn’t want to travel for Christmas, but Andy had the time off for Thanksgivng. You had the time off. You missed your family, and wanted them to see Andy with your babies. Let them see how much the kids have grown, and also a grownup Andy. Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Mom’s always know best. And your mom definitely knew.

Mom was/is definitely not a Scott fan 😅

“I called Andy daddy,” she sighs, and finally looks up at you. You meet her with a smile on your face. You and Andy hadn’t found the time or the way to bring up that comment. “It was at donuts for dad, and I just think I got confused. My head was all mushy, and I didn’t mean it. But I liked having him there, and showing my room. You’re the only one that’s seen it.”

She is worrying so much 🥺

Her face falls to sadness, and you lay down the knife. Walking around the counter island to hug her, “Sweet girl, Andy and I aren’t mad.” “But what about my daddy? Are you going to tell him?” You weren’t. But eventually if Audrey kept feeling comfortable with Andy, and letting that title slip, he would know.

Poor thing is so stressed out about it 🥺

“What about daddy?” She pouts. No matter what, this little girl adores her dad, and she’s already over concerned about Scott’s opinion. “Won’t he be mad?” “We don’t have to tell daddy if you don’t want to. Daddy never has to know. I don’t want you to stress about this. You’re four, almost five,” Scott is going to keep on and turn your precious child into a neurotic clam.

💔💔💔

A finger taps on her chin, humming so sweetly while she thinks. “Can we go to the aquarium, and soft play, and then pizza, and then go to a movie?” “I think that sounds like a magical day. Who do you want to go?” “Our family,” you want to squeeze her so tight. Her sweetness comes out of her, and you need to preserve these little moments. “You, and me, and Suedey, and Andy,” you nod your head.

A magical and fun day with the family 🥰

“Audrey, you are the cutest, most sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, you know that?” “Yes, I do,” she gives you a little giggle, returning to her PlayDoh.

Maybe if my boyfriend didn’t walk around the damn house with his dick swinging around,” he grimaces at the word boyfriend and the way you emphasized it. “Get hard!” “Make me,” you’re a bit irritated at him, but not enough to refuse making him hard. You sink to your knees, and take his hardening cock into your hand. You kiss over his member. Looking up at him with the sweetest face that you can muster. You’re not sweet. You’re a goddamn whore for Andy Barber.

🤭🤭🤭

“You just said you were horny, so I’m going to fuck you, and then we can talk about everything else like adults.”

Sounds like a great plan to me 🤷🏻‍♀️

“No. No, they weren’t. Your favorite ones are those pink ones. They cover your full ass, and there’s something about the way they just don’t move on your body, so you’re not tugging them around all day,” you really gawk at him. He’s right. “And when we sleep, your ass cheeks hang out just the tiniest bit and I want to bite each one. So not only are they comfortable on you, they look amazing on, or on the floor.”

I'm blushing just reading this

“Everything!” He stalls his movements, before leaning over you. His hands in a fist to hold his weight off you just enough. But you want to feel him on you. You want to feel that slight pressure and weight, and know that he’s there, “Everything. I don’t know how to explain it, and I don’t know how to talk about it. I spent so many years sucking up my problems because I didn’t have a real job, and he did. You don’t want to hear about my problems because you’re busier than me.” “I do,” you shake your head no, but Andy grips onto your chin tightly. His hips slowly push and pull him out of your warmth. You really are a damn teenager. Can’t have an adult conversation without needing your boyfriend-fiancé’s cock inside of you, and all you can do is cry and shake your head. “Doe, I want to hear everything. We are partners. When you don’t feel well, I don't feel well. I want you to be happy because that makes my days better.”

🥰🥰🥰

“I did. That’s what I want. I want to kiss away all your tears, and I want us to be okay. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” tears steadily flow down your face, and he keeps kissing over your cheeks, and it doesn’t help. Except those tears stop hurting so much. You’re now crying because you’re so happy with the right partner. “Honey, I love you.”

He's so dreamy 😍

“She’s terrified of clowns, and characters in costumes,” she likes her characters 2D. “She’s not over that yet?” “Are you over your fear of sharks?” Scott huffs.

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

You lift up on your elbows, throwing all caution to the wind when you grab Andy’s ass, and pull him deeper into you. You wink at your fiance. “Do you think he doesn’t know the disdain that you have for him? How you won’t even spend the goddamn time to help him pee in the potty while he’s there? Do you think Audrey doesn’t tell me about the giggling you and Taylor did when he cried because he had an accident that smelled. Shit stinks, you asshole. Even your precious Taylor’s. So either you have a party that Suede can fully be a part of, or don’t bother throwing a party that she doesn’t even want anyways.”

Let it all out 👏🏻

“And then my postpartum depression cramped your sex life. And then our son became the number one man in my life. And then our son was sick all the time. You never even tried to connect with him. You never even noticed that I was drowning. All you cared about was getting your dick wet. So my advice to you is to make sure you don’t knock Taylor up, because you can’t handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?”

I definitely know where Audrey gets her sass from 🤭👏🏻

The only thing you want is to know that your babies are safe, and in a loving environment. And if he can’t provide that for them, he might as well just give up trying to fight for them. He only fights for them because it hurts you. But his fight is becoming stale. The only thing he’s holding onto is his pride. Knowing that Audrey could be his legacy, and never thinking that his son could. He wants you to hurt. He wants to shove something in Andy’s face. And all at the expense of his children.

He is a true asshole

One of these days, he’ll give up on the fight. And when he does, you know that Andy won’t hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. It’s in knowing a man. It’s knowing that even when you’re acting ridiculous in an argument, that Andy isn’t going to stop. That he’s not going to make some snarky comment that kills your self worth.

Oh he will and he will give 120% and do it all with the biggest smile

“Woman, being called daddy by you is not my thing. I know you’re doing it to make me cringe. But I just had the best sex of my life, and pissed off a little wanna be man in the process. Let me revel in that fact, and also the fact that your cunt is so full of me that your eyes are swimming,” you shake your head no. His hand is still covering you, but he knows you're smiling.

🤭🤭🤭

He could tell you about all the things that are different about you, but he’ll save it. He won’t be able to save it for too much longer. You’re just being too silly and stressed to realize.

I have a feeling what this could mean and I had it at some other parts especially in this chapter too, so let's see 🤔

Two Good Reasons, Part 8

Summary: something is happening

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, playful degradation, mentions of divorce, mentions of neglect, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, Scott, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.7K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“NaNa?” Suede looks up from the toys he’s playing with pointing down the hallway to your bedroom. Desperately trying to get Andy to wake you up, “Mama and Dee seep?”

“Yes, buddy,” Suede huffs a bit. Crossing his arms over his chest before his mouth flattens out, and he returns to his playing. Andy watches him a moment before looking back at the game on tv. Suede looks back down the hallway before pouting up at Andy, “Suedey, what’s wrong?”

“Me pee,” he says, rocking his body back and forward.

“In your diaper?” He shakes his head no, looking towards the bathroom, and he jumps up. His feet bounce around a bit before he jumps, holding himself. “Okay. Come on,” Andy stands up, and walks quickly towards Suede, “Let’s go, buddy.”

“Mama be mad?” His brows furrow as he starts bouncing around even more. Andy knows he has moments before Suede has an accident and gets upset for doing so.

“Your mama won’t be mad. Come on,” Suede holds himself as he runs towards the bathroom, and makes it to his potty just in time. He gives Andy a thumbs up, smiling so proudly at him. “You made it! Does that feel better than a diaper?”

“Chess! Me yike it. NaNa pee der?” Suede points at the bigger toilet, and Andy nods his head, “Me, too?”

“One day. And you’ll get to stand.”

“No,” Andy nods his head yes. “No, no.”

“Has your dad never,” he stops his question when Suede scrunches his nose up. Andy approaches the boy carefully. A child with so very little vocabulary, and still so young, but clearly Scott hadn’t been teaching him anything about pottying.

“Tay.”

“Taylor?” Suede nods his head, and Andy wonders what his limited words are trying to tell him. He’s noticed that you don’t ever press your children about time at their dad’s, so he doesn’t want to either. But he wonders if Taylor is the one that deals with bathroom or diaper duty, “You done?”

“Chess! My mama at?”

“She and Audrey are taking a nap,” Suede dramatically rolls his eyes at Andy, and pulls up his pants. “Audrey has a bit of a cold, and your mama is tired.”

“Ways seep!” He rolls his eyes again, starting to stomp out of the bathroom.

“Hands, Suede,” Andy’s voice is soft, but demanding. It’s not a question, it’s what Suede has to do.

“Ugh,” groaning, he gets on the stool, grunting as he reaches for the soap.

“I know mama has been needing some extra sleep lately, but it happens to everyone,” Suede shakes his head no, starting to play more in the water than washing his hands. “Yes, they do. Your mom works hard, she loves you and sissy harder, and…”

“Ove oo.”

“Yes, she loves me, too. Are you finished?” Suede giggles as Andy picks him up to use the towel. He swings him around until he’s sitting on his hip, and he peeks into the bedroom, and you’ve still got Audrey tight against your body. Your nose buries into her watermelon scented hair, and she clings just as tightly to you.

Suede gets one look at you and growls, “Now, you’ve got to share time with your mom. You could have taken a nap, too, and you said no. You want to nap?”

“No,” shaking his head no, he points at Andy’s chest. Sputtering out words before sighing. Once Andy gets into the living room, he points at the tv.

“You want to watch the game or Bluey?”

“Oo Oo,” that settled that. He yawns, and Andy chooses to ignore it, if you bring up nap to Suede, he’ll refuse it just to spite you. Still holding him he walks into the kitchen. Grabbing himself a beer, and a cup of watered down juice for Suede. “Nack, pease,” his speaking has immensely improved. Suede has slowly been able to put words into sentences.

“A snack. Hmm. What about your fruit salad? No strawberries, and no..?”

“Pies,” pineapples. Close enough. “NaNa, my ove oo,” he lays his head on Andy’s chest, snuggling in a bit tighter. He always tells fibs about being sleepy. Sleepy Suede, is more cuddly loving Suede.

“I love you, too, buddy. You ready to watch some Bluey?”

“Chess!” But his ’yes’ is just a little bit softer, and he never lifts his head off Andy’s chest.

—

You yawn, looking down at your daughter who rubs the sleep out of her eyes. Audrey looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile, “Did you sleep as hard as mommy?”

“Uh huh,” she sits up in the bed, stretching big. “I like this new bed. Can we see what Andy and Suedey are doing,” she jumps out of the bed immediately, but waits for you to stretch, too. Going behind her, you scoop her up in your arms to blow raspberries all over her, but stop when you walk into the living room.

This is the sight you’ve always wanted to see; a sticky-faced little boy snuggled up against his dad’s chest, while both of them are passed out. The comfort that Suede feels with Andy matches the way he feels about you. You have no fears when he’s with Andy. You know that Andy has his allergies memorized, but also checks the list that’s on the fridge constantly.

He wanted to watch some football, but opted for Bluey so Suede could fall asleep. He agreed to stay up a bit longer with Suede, spend some one on one time with him, while you and Audrey were already piled up and snuggled. Sunday naps are your favorite for a reason.

“They’re sleeping,” Audrey looks at you with a big smile. You know she enjoys seeing Suede being happy and more content here. She shouldn’t have to worry about her brother, but she does. The best big sister you could have asked for. “Suedey likes Andy a whole whole lot.”

“So does Audrey, huh?” She giggles, nodding her head. “How about mommy and Audrey get a snack, and you can play at the table while mommy makes dinner?” She nods again, while you look back at Andy and Suede. He makes your ovaries ache. Seeing how good he is with children that aren’t his, you know this man deserves someone of his blood. You don’t know how, but you’ll make it happen.

You honestly can’t even wait to spend all these holidays with Andy and the kids. Biting on your lip, you glance at the family calendar, knowing it’s past time to ask Scott if you can go back to Michigan with the kids to spend time with your family for Thanksgiving. It was your weekend to have them. Scott hadn’t told you about plans with Taylor’s family, or if he was even interested in seeing them on the holiday.

You didn’t want to travel for Christmas, but Andy had the time off for Thanksgivng. You had the time off. You missed your family, and wanted them to see Andy with your babies. Let them see how much the kids have grown, and also a grownup Andy. Your mom obsessively talked about him. Even told you on your wedding day you should try and find Andy again because you were making a mistake. Mom’s always know best. And your mom definitely knew.

“Mommy?” You look up from slicing the vegetables for a roast, letting Audrey know she has your attention, “I think I messed up.”

“Why’s that?” She bites on her lip, looking more like you every day, even with her mannerisms. Audrey looks down at the PlayDoh she’d been kneading, and looks down the hallway towards the living room. “Audi? Is everything okay?”

“I called Andy daddy,” she sighs, and finally looks up at you. You meet her with a smile on your face. You and Andy hadn’t found the time or the way to bring up that comment. “It was at donuts for dad, and I just think I got confused. My head was all mushy, and I didn’t mean it. But I liked having him there, and showing my room. You’re the only one that’s seen it.”

Her face falls to sadness, and you lay down the knife. Walking around the counter island to hug her, “Sweet girl, Andy and I aren’t mad.”

“But what about my daddy? Are you going to tell him?” You weren’t. But eventually if Audrey kept feeling comfortable with Andy, and letting that title slip, he would know.

“Do you want me to?” She shakes her swiftly, and buries herself into your chest. “No. But I also think you should call Andy whatever feels natural. You naturally called him that because at that moment that’s what he felt like to you. Baby, Andy adores and loves you, and doesn't not care what you call him. Unless it’s something like poppy head,” Audrey giggles, finally lifting up from your body.

“What about daddy?” She pouts. No matter what, this little girl adores her dad, and she’s already over concerned about Scott’s opinion. “Won’t he be mad?”

“We don’t have to tell daddy if you don’t want to. Daddy never has to know. I don’t want you to stress about this. You’re four, almost five,” Scott is going to keep on and turn your precious child into a neurotic clam.

Her little fingers pet over your shirt, looking like she’s up to something. Her sly smile is so cute that you just want to give her a hard kiss on her cheek. “Can we go to Paris for my birthday?”

“No,” you answer quickly. Traveling out of the country with ‘Scott’s children’ would be out of the question. Going to Paris before her birthday would be even more so with planning alone. “Pick somewhere else to go.”

“Nini and Poppy’s?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to do for Thanksgiving. What about something around here?”

A finger taps on her chin, humming so sweetly while she thinks. “Can we go to the aquarium, and soft play, and then pizza, and then go to a movie?”

“I think that sounds like a magical day. Who do you want to go?”

“Our family,” you want to squeeze her so tight. Her sweetness comes out of her, and you need to preserve these little moments. “You, and me, and Suedey, and Andy,” you nod your head. Pressing a kiss to her forehead before placing her back in her seat. She’s making you oddly over emotional, and it feels so confusing and overwhelming, and you love it.

“Audrey, you are the cutest, most sweetest little girl I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“Yes, I do,” she gives you a little giggle, returning to her PlayDoh. You happen to glance at it a moment. “Is this what the judge’s bench looks like,” you finally understand Andy’s frustration with this.

“Audi, why don’t you make a cupcake instead.”

“No, I gotta learn.”

Waking up without the kids feels so awful. Yes, you have your wonderful boyfriend-fiance, and you refuse to call him fiance until he gives you a ring. And while waking up without them at home with you is better with Andy, due to the distraction, but it still sucked. The only good thing is having Andy prance around nearly naked.

He loves to keep the doors locked, the blinds closed, and walk around with his cock out all day. It’s like he’s teasing you. And you have no problem partaking. He really likes it when you’re naked or at least topless. Especially topless cooking, like now.

You’re being cheeky teenagers again, except without so many restrictions. Standing over the pot of soup, you giggle as Andy comes up behind you with his hands on your tits. He looks over your shoulders softly petting around your nipple. His smile is infectious as he pebbles the sensitive skin. “You’re so,” a lewd moan ripples through your throat, and you back your ass into his cock.

“Fuck me.”

“Sensitive,” Andy gives your nipples a hard pinch, and twirls you around to look at him, and you immediately cup his cock, and he meets your energy, except he shoves two fingers into your warmth, and you whimper, “You’re fucking soaked,” he’s shocked at how ready you are for him.

“I’m fucking horny,” you whine, grinding over his fingers like a bitch in heat. You’re so needy for him right now.

“Yeah, no shit, Doe. You are leaking out, and making a mess on your thighs. What has got you worked up?” His voice is laced with so much hunger for you. My god, this man and that cock you can have whenever you want. And you want immediately. “You’re so fucking messy.”

You can’t stop it. There’s something about his voice that sounds accusatory. And you’re fucking horny. You want to have sex, you don’t want to have a lecture. The soup is simmering and not ready. The kids aren’t here. And you want to be fucked so hard you fall asleep again.

“Maybe if my boyfriend didn’t walk around the damn house with his dick swinging around,” he grimaces at the word boyfriend and the way you emphasized it. “Get hard!”

“Make me,” you’re a bit irritated at him, but not enough to refuse making him hard. You sink to your knees, and take his hardening cock into your hand. You kiss over his member. Looking up at him with the sweetest face that you can muster. You’re not sweet. You’re a goddamn whore for Andy Barber.

“You are a horny little slut, hmm?” Shimmying your shoulders, you nod your head with a smile. Sucking his cock into your mouth so you can suck and use your tongue to massage him. Moaning as he turns to steel in your mouth. “Fuck. You seriously are a master with your mouth. My fiance looks amazing just like this. Taking my cock just like she was made to do.”

What? You pull off his cock slowly, and stare up at him scowling, “What?” He asks, mouth hanging open looking at you.

“Seriously?”

He furrows his brows, and you lose patience. Leaning back on your heels, he asks that stupid question again, “What, Doe?” You don’t say anything, just move to stand. “No. You stay and talk to me. What is your deal?”

Your deal? He grabs your arm, but you shrug him off, and march away from him. “Doe!” You keep walking away from him, but he doesn’t let up. Using your real name, and it hurts for some reason. The vitriol reaction you have to hearing him say a name that everyone calls you. Doe is special to him. His little deer.

“Do not call me that, Andy Barber!”

“I seriously have no idea what is going on right now,” of course he wouldn’t. Because he didn’t understand anything. And currently neither do you.

“Ugh!” Spinning back on your heels, you walk away. Again. Heading towards the bedroom. The two of you look utterly ridiculous; you wearing nothing but cheeky panties, and him completely nude with a hard on. Serves him right. Maybe he can have blue balls because the free show is over now. He needs to gravel, and plead.

“I sound stupid!” You scream at yourself, and you fall onto the bed like a petulant child. You sound like a toddler, and still you can’t stop the weird feeling. It’s not anger as much as it’s complete frustration. You can’t make it stop. You want to be fucked. You want Andy to propose like he said he would. You want to move and live in a house that doesn’t have Scott’s name on it. You want your children to quit leaving you every other weekend.

You want Scott to quit throwing lame excuses over your head trying to scare and threaten you. You want him to stop fighting for full custody. You don’t want him to even have joint custody. You want your babies. And you want them with you and Andy.

“Baby,” Andy coos on your back. He peppers kisses all over your back, and you cry more. You’re trying to be mad at him! “Honey, tell me what’s wrong?”

“I hate him,” he doesn’t have to see your face to know your crying. Your trembling body tells him.

“That’s not what set this off. Tell me what made you angry at first,” was it not Scott? Or is everything just rushing at you at once?

“You’re a liar,” you sound like a child. Audrey doesn’t whine as much as you are.

“I am not.”

“You said you were going to propose for real, and you haven’t,” make it stop. Go back to blaming Scott. You sound like an entitled asshole. Andy said he had a ring, and he said he was going to propose, and he will.

“I called you my fiance,” his voice is so soft, and understanding, but it kind of ticks you off again, and you try to resist. You don’t want to make things worse.

“And I hate it here. I hate that he takes our babies away every other weekend, and I only get to see their faces a little bit. Or when Suede tries to text from his ‘mini’ iPad, and it’s just emojis. And I love that you help him potty. And I’m so horny,” Andy chuckles on your back. He uses his feet to push legs apart.

His thick fingers start teasing through your weeping cunt, and another alarm goes off, “You’re trying to change the subject.”

“You just said you were horny, so I’m going to fuck you, and then we can talk about everything else like adults.”

“You fuck me from behind to much,” he growls. Actually growls on your body. “Andy!” His hands grip you tight before flipping you over on your back, and stepping in between your legs. He moves aside your panties, and you know how stupid it sounds inside your head, but you can’t stop it. “Are you seriously trying to fuck me like some bitch you met at the club without taking her panties off?”

He gives you the most angry grin you’ve ever seen. Tight lipped and irritated when he rips the damn things off, “Those were my favorite panties.”

“No, they weren’t,” you gawk at him. “No. No, they weren’t. Your favorite ones are those pink ones. They cover your full ass, and there’s something about the way they just don’t move on your body, so you’re not tugging them around all day,” you really gawk at him. He’s right. “And when we sleep, your ass cheeks hang out just the tiniest bit and I want to bite each one. So not only are they comfortable on you, they look amazing on, or on the floor.”

Andy crashes into your whiny ass warmth, and your back lifts off the bed. “Now, I don’t know what set you off, or why you’re being so unreasonable but I want to talk about it.”

“I want you to fuck me!” He pulls himself all the way out before slamming into so hard. “Fuck me!”

“I am!” He does it again. And again until your eyes start to crash. “I am your partner, and I want to listen to what’s bothering you.”

“Everything!” He stalls his movements, before leaning over you. His hands in a fist to hold his weight off you just enough. But you want to feel him on you. You want to feel that slight pressure and weight, and know that he’s there, “Everything. I don’t know how to explain it, and I don’t know how to talk about it. I spent so many years sucking up my problems because I didn’t have a real job, and he did. You don’t want to hear about my problems because you’re busier than me.”

“I do,” you shake your head no, but Andy grips onto your chin tightly. His hips slowly push and pull him out of your warmth. You really are a damn teenager. Can’t have an adult conversation without needing your boyfriend-fiancé’s cock inside of you, and all you can do is cry and shake your head. “Doe, I want to hear everything. We are partners. When you don’t feel well, I don't feel well. I want you to be happy because that makes my days better.”

“I don’t want him to have our babies,” you said it again without any hesitation. You want Andy to have your children. You would ask him to adopt them today if you knew it was possible.

He nods his head. His rhythm is still so steady, “The custody hearing is getting closer,” it isn’t a question, but you nod your head. He knows that’s part of what’s bothering you, “Honey, I’m not going to let anyone take the kids from us.”

“You can’t promise that,” Andy leans forward, and kisses each cheek, pulling back you notice the shine on his lips. “Did you just kiss my tears away?”

“I did. That’s what I want. I want to kiss away all your tears, and I want us to be okay. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” tears steadily flow down your face, and he keeps kissing over your cheeks, and it doesn’t help. Except those tears stop hurting so much. You’re now crying because you’re so happy with the right partner. “Honey, I love you.”

“I love you,” your words bubble over. He’s so perfect, and you’re just not. You’re not a superhuman, you’re not the thinnest, the most beautiful, the smartest, but you know you’re a damn good mom, and you were a good wife to an asshole. But you could be the best wife to Andy. “I want to marry you.”

“You’ve got to get divorced first,” you snort. Finally sounding happier than sadder. He smiles, kissing you gently. “I’ll marry you the day after if that’s what you want.”

“It was always you,” you may sound silly. You two may argue over the stupidest things. But it was always him. “I’m sorry that I’m a child sometimes.”

“You’re normally not,” he bites his lip as he pounds into you quickly. “Now, hold — fucking hell!” He yells, slamming his hand on your phone. “You’re answering it.”

“You are fucking me,” giggling, you read his name, and know why Andy wants you to answer.

“And I’ll keep fucking you. So you better listen to little Scottie the first time,” whimpering, you shake your head no.

“Just finish quickly.”

“I don’t want to, I want to take my time. Answer it.”

Groaning, you click on the phone, “Hey,” Andy is an asshole. He keeps a slow rhythm into your body. “What are you needing?”

“Why do you sound sniffly?”

“My allergies have been irritating me lately,” you can feel his eyes roll, “What’s up?”

“Taylor is wanting to throw Audrey a party,” he blurts out. You don’t hate Taylor. But you don’t think Taylor is capable of throwing Audrey a birthday party either. Plus, she’s got the celebration one in her classroom, and doesn’t love large crowds. “She wants to give her a party at an event center with clowns.”

“She’s terrified of clowns, and characters in costumes,” she likes her characters 2D.

“She’s not over that yet?”

“Are you over your fear of sharks?” Scott huffs. “I’m listening. What else?” Andy pistons into your body so hard that you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep a sound of deep satisfaction from escaping. “Jerk!”

“Just have Taylor’s family,” why? “And a few kids from her classroom,” a few can range to a large number. “She wants a caterer.”

“For a five year old?” You already see what Taylor is doing. She wants her family there, so she can show off how much her boyfriend can spend on silly little things like a birthday party.

“Not everybody wants to make everything by hand like you, Ms. Perfect,” you know Andy is aware of everything that Scott is saying. It’s why he grits his teeth as he pounds into your body balls deep, and lets the tip of his cock settle against your cervix sweetly. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” just having the best sex with the deepest penetration.

“You’re panting.”

“I just got off the treadmill,” just getting fucked.

“Honey, it’s not baby weight anymore, Suede is two,” another harsh move into you, and Andy’s face starts to turn red. Angry with Scott’s unnecessary harsh words.

“She wants to go to Paris.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not paying for that shit.”

You roll your eyes. Scott seriously didn’t understand, nor were you asking him to pay for anything. “She’s obsessed with Madeline. Why not do a Parisian theme. But for fuck’s sake, can the two of you make sure that Suede can have everything there? You know how kids are.”

“You could keep him that day.”

Andy bites your neck slightly too hard, “Ow.”

“What?” Andy growls on your skin. “Oh god, did I upset Andrew?” No, he’s pissing you off.

“You upset me. Either Suede goes, or you don’t need to throw a party for Audrey,” he starts to say something, but you speak louder, “That’s his sister, and you know the special bond that they have. Either you include Suede in the festivities, or you don’t do it. Audrey will want to talk about it, and it won’t be fair to our son.”

“He’s fucking two years old, he won’t remember it.”

You lift up on your elbows, throwing all caution to the wind when you grab Andy’s ass, and pull him deeper into you. You wink at your fiance. “Do you think he doesn’t know the disdain that you have for him? How you won’t even spend the goddamn time to help him pee in the potty while he’s there? Do you think Audrey doesn’t tell me about the giggling you and Taylor did when he cried because he had an accident that smelled. Shit stinks, you asshole. Even your precious Taylor’s. So either you have a party that Suede can fully be a part of, or don’t bother throwing a party that she doesn’t even want anyways.”

Andy moans, and Scott whispers an expletive. You hope that Scott knows that you’re getting ground into with the biggest cock right now. Andy pushes into you faster. Harder. “Is there a problem, Scott?”

“You can be a bitch sometimes. Just didn’t realize it until after we split.”

“And you can be an asshole sometimes. I always knew it, but I overlooked it for some reason. And if I ever hear about you and Taylor making a comment about Suede’s shitty diaper again…” Andy pushes into you so hard, your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can’t make threats. “He’s a baby, and we are teaching him to potty train. If you don’t want to change diapers, do the same at your house.”

“He’s with you more.”

“Consistency is the key. Is that all?” His side is silent, minus the heavy breathing. You can hear his finger tapping on something. His annoying fucking habit when he gets angry. Fucking asshole. He’s a little bitch. Having to make a two year old feel bad for an accident in his diaper to make him feel superior.

“Audrey shouldn’t — are you,” he pauses. You’ve stunned him into silence, and he doesn’t even know what to say, “What do you want?”

“I want you to treat both our children the same. I want you to treat Suede like he’s your son, and that you love him. I want you to be just as proud of him as you are of Audrey. I want you to stop pushing the responsibilities of our children onto Taylor. I want my son to come home happy. I don’t want him to see me, and not want to let go of me for a few hours. Mmm,” Andy really is an asshole for pushing into you so deep that you can’t stop the sound of bliss.

Scott knows. He knows that Andy is giving it to you so good, and when you get off the phone that Andy is going to fuck you like a slut. “Andy told you to write,” he sighs. Yes, Andy and you have been writing down every indiscretion to your children that he does, “I just can’t connect with him.”

“What are you saying?” Your fingers dig into Andy’s ass. You're angry. You’re pissed. You’re ready to kill your ex.

“I don’t,” he’s choosing his words carefully. You wish he would just rip the bandaid off. “He’s not an easy child. Audrey is. I had bonding time with her. And then…”

“And then my postpartum depression cramped your sex life. And then our son became the number one man in my life. And then our son was sick all the time. You never even tried to connect with him. You never even noticed that I was drowning. All you cared about was getting your dick wet. So my advice to you is to make sure you don’t knock Taylor up, because you can’t handle anything with a penis being put above you. Is that all?”

“Fuck you. You are so self righteous. You act like you’re the perfect fucking parent, and nobody is ever going to compare to you. I hope Andy enjoys trying to please someone who is impossible to please,” you moan again. Having to bite on Andy’s arm. “You fucking slut. How dare you fuck that asshole while you’re talking to me!”

“My fucking slut,” Andy grunts before reaching to your phone, and ending the call. “After this court hearing, and when it’s determined about the kids,” he stops himself. His thrusts are angry. “Do you realize I want to,” you cover his mouth with your hand, shaking your head.

“Do not say that. I just want our,” you smile at him, letting him know that it’s not an accident when you say our, “babies. Oh god,” he ruts into you, and your body becomes soft for him. Pliable to his every move, and you stare at the man that didn’t even have to try, and he reached your ‘impossible’ standards. Scott is wrong. And you’re never going to allow him to hurt your self esteem ever again.

The only thing you want is to know that your babies are safe, and in a loving environment. And if he can’t provide that for them, he might as well just give up trying to fight for them. He only fights for them because it hurts you. But his fight is becoming stale. The only thing he’s holding onto is his pride. Knowing that Audrey could be his legacy, and never thinking that his son could. He wants you to hurt. He wants to shove something in Andy’s face. And all at the expense of his children.

One of these days, he’ll give up on the fight. And when he does, you know that Andy won’t hesitate to pick up those pieces, and be willing to adopt both children, and legally become their father. It’s in knowing a man. It’s knowing that even when you’re acting ridiculous in an argument, that Andy isn’t going to stop. That he’s not going to make some snarky comment that kills your self worth.

He crashes his lips into yours, and the two of you pant. Breathing in each other’s air. Entangling your bodies together in the most beautiful sin. One of these days you won’t have to worry about these conversations. You won’t have to worry about the bane of your existence. You’ll be able to sleep every other weekend because you know that your children are in a safe home.

He presses his forehead against yours while he drives his cock into you so hard. Fusing his body with yours. You can’t look away from his beautiful eyes. Can’t think of anything more besides the fact that Andy is the most beautiful human. Andy is the epitome of a perfect man. Not just in looks, even though he really is the best. But the fact that he isn’t toxic, and he’s all man.

His eyes darken, and his body tightens, “I’m there, Andy.”

“I know, honey,” his salacious moan has your body setting on fire. He’s so vocal during sex that you never have to worry if it truly feels good for him, or if you’re just ‘doing your wifely duties’. “I feel your walls pulsing around me. Squeezing me so tight. Let. Go,” breathing him in, you let every wall fall down as euphoria races through you. Your cunt clenches down around him, and you mewl out his name. Thick. Hot ropes of cum shoot into your pussy, and Andy’s body melts on top of your own.

You just breathe. You soak him all up. Every last drop of him. This will be the one that takes. You know it will be. You furrow your brows as you look up at the ceiling. Counting in your head. Are you even ovulating? Are you…?

“Hey,” he pops up from your chest, smiling, and you forget all the counting. He’s so pretty after sex. “Tomorrow when we go to pick up the kids. There’s somewhere special I want to show you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Andy!”

“Doe!”

“Daddy!” He covers your mouth with his hand.

“Woman, being called daddy by you is not my thing. I know you’re doing it to make me cringe. But I just had the best sex of my life, and pissed off a little wanna be man in the process. Let me revel in that fact, and also the fact that your cunt is so full of me that your eyes are swimming,” you shake your head no. His hand is still covering you, but he knows you're smiling.

“Yeah, you’re swimming in Andy cum and Andy dick.”

“I love swimming in Andy.”

“Andy just loves you,” and with that, he kisses you softly. Savoring the different taste of you after sex. He could tell you about all the things that are different about you, but he’ll save it. He won’t be able to save it for too much longer. You’re just being too silly and stressed to realize.

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[salaciousslut]

Take your time<3 I know whatever songs you share with me will be good! Plus im not picky with what music im listening to!!

And im so sorry to have kept you waiting so long sweetheart, i just got home not too long ago! And i didnt drink all my alcohol last night so i have a full bottle of soju and two shooters to myself 🤭 also omg it looks like you may have a higher liquor tolerance than me 🫣 I got decently drunk off one and a half bottles. Maybe thats a good amount for someone who's a bit of a lightweight with alcohol. But im never hung over and i never black out, i just get hazy on the details sometimes 🫣 i kept thinking about you last night and this morning, i just think it wouldve been real fun hanging out with you and talking over a few drinks<3

When im brave enough to go into your dms i know we'll have a lot of fun talking to each other on call!! And when i receive those voice messages just know i'll cherish them🥰 Tbh i'm real big on voices. And to be honest any noises people make im here for them, its too easy to rile me up. All someone has to do is breathe in my ear a little and i wanna stretch them out on my fingers🫣 its a bit of a curse

Thats so sweet of you! Youre too nice, i'll be getting a candle warmer myself but for now im just saving to get my own apartment. Once i get the place to stay and the essentials down, the candle warmer's coming next! You're adorable<3 you deserve to be warm, happy, and giggly always<3 i would kill to see how pretty your tits look with wax all over them<3 i think you'd look so pretty and i cant help but imagine you smiling up at me after dripping candle wax on your pretty body and im going crazy🥺 he didnt deserve you, but i get it ive also had some stupid experiences with some stupid guys during low points in my own life. I just hope that the people who have access to your body are worthy of something so sweet and so pretty<3

You are literally my favorite kind of person omg<3 i love folks with rbf that are actually sweethearts like you, princess<3 like most of my friends are like that, i feel like im the least intimidating bc i supposedly have a kind smile. I'd be more than happy to take turns being the big spoon and the little spoon 🥺 i love being held as much as i love to hold people, and ofc i'll bring the shark dude's my sleeping buddy i hold him almost every night🤭 spoil me too much and i'll be insufferable, dont go off and feed my god complex too much sweetheart<3

hehe hi handsome!!! im glad u got home safe and had fun!!

thats good thay ur never hungover or blackout!! but its okay ill tale care of u if u do!! and yeah i can handle my drinks i think! thats why ill sometimes drink on an empty tummy if im feel cheap or just wanna get wasted!! i knowww i was thinking of you too!! just wanna talk and watch you with your friends!!

hehe take ur time!! ur brave in my eyes but i know dms are scary!! i love voices too! and i love silly banter so talking people is so fun to me! and like u said, i also love voices hehe, im pretty auditory when it comes to people so i love just listening

please stretch me out!!! i love being a tease and a bit of a menace but i promise, once you start teasing me, i melt 🥺☺️

thank you 🥺 youre soooo kind and i wish i could help and spoil u!! and make sure u have everything that u need to thrive!!

awww i love smiles, thats actually one of my fav features on people so i bet yours is soooo charming and beautiful. as i said i love feeding god complexes, theres just something so hot about someone who knows their worth and has an air of confidence that makes me weak at the knees so trust me, ill be feeding into it a lot if you let me

[babylovepresley]

okay first one

e.p taking care of you when your sick

and I’m thinking like a migraine where you just have to kinda wait it out… poor little bby man would be like ah 🥺 “sweetheart, I know you’re hurting..”

or even just like reverse the roles him being sick and just wanting you there constantly. Then being like no, I don’t want to get you sick. Then where are you going I want you

emmy darling this is so adorable! domestic!elvis is my weakness, and i’m currently coming down with a cold so this’ll be extra fluffy <3

tw: slight age gap (reader is 20)

“ ya okay pumpkin?” he calls out from the dining room, with a craned neck and falling smile

it’s poker night for elvis & the mafia, and by poker night i mean it’s nearing 1am and they are still scream-talking like it’s light out

after sitting on elvis’ lap for a couple rounds and then attempting one yourself, the buzzing headache lingering in the back of your brain had moved to put pressure on your eyes. a scratchy throat also emerged, followed by little sneezes throughout; whatever cold you had was coming in and coming in fast

“i’m okay e, ‘m just not feeling too well” you whimper out, trying not to cry on the couch in front of your boyfriend and all his buddies. you can’t help it, when you’re sick you cry; and getting babied never hurt anybody….

the scraping chair causes your eyes to flutter open, slightly bothered by the bright neon lights shining above you. the boys have seemed to stop talking, or at least whisper, and you hear them packing up their things & leaving one by one with a “g’night ep! bye y/n, hope ya feel better” in some variation

you look to the right of you, and here comes elvis, strutting over and leaning down onto his knees beside you with a small crack and an “aw fuck!”

“honey .. ya got any room up there? i just fucked up my knees” he’s joking of course but he’ll do anything to make you laugh; even if it means poking fun at himself; your older man

you giggle softly, always happy to see him smile but even that hurts your head, and so you start to sniffle and slowly cry

“aw baby whas’ the matter?” elvis coos, reaching out to hold you close, holding your head to his neck. you rest there, just letting him hold you as you sniffle little tears from feeling so restless in your oncoming cold

“m-my head hurts and and my throat hurts and i i can’t stop sneezing” you manage to get out through tears…. and being squished between his shoulder and neck…

“oh well ‘m sorry honey, lemme help you ‘kay? do you wanna go up to bed or stay down here tonight baby?” you nod at the idea of staying on the couch; anything to not move right now. he starts to stand up moving to the wall to slowly bring the lights down; no trace of light besides the lawn lights softly peering in through the window

elvis returns to your side once again kneeling beside you and resting his arms on the couch, gazing over at you while softly twirling your hair “there… ‘s that better baby?”

again you nod, feeling yourself get sleepy, but never able to get there because of the pounding headache. you sneeze; a pitiful little sound, and try to get comfy under elvis’ watchful gaze

when you look up at him, he’s got the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. all sad because he hates seeing you sick, but happy cause he wants to take care of you.

“alright lil mama here’s what we’re gonna do, i’m gonna go getcha some water and your p���jamas and you’re gonna stay there all cute and still-like, okay sweetpea?” you nod, your throat hurts too much to respond

your eyes close as you hear his footsteps traveling all around the house, when they eventually land back in front of you.

he’s got his pajamas on, and he brought down your matching ones (he loves to match with his pretty girl, what can he say?)

“okay honey sit up, c’mon” he instructs while pulling your dress and clothing off to put those warm silk pjs on; had he placed them in the dryer?

there’s nothing sexual about it, just a man loving and wanting to take care of the woman he shares his life with. these little bits of intimacy come so often with elvis; hand holding, lap sitting and head kisses are his favorites

“e, i love you thank you” you scratch out, voice hoarse as he hands you a cup of water to drink from

“shhhhh… i love you too angel, but no more talkin’ okay? go on getcha rest” as he moves his hands up to your temples, softly rubbing them and relieving all tension in your head

you fall asleep like this, holding his forearm that rubs sweet circles into your temples, him staring up at you like a goddess covered in moonlight before he eventually falls asleep, still on the floor, still as close as he can be to his “sick lil baby”(he affectionately calls you this the next morning)

[capseycartwright]

buddie + “it’s always been you” kisses 🥺

It felt like Buck’s skin was too tight, itchy beneath his uniform as he watched, and waited. His heart had sank, when they had gotten the call about the fire in dispatch – there had been a brief moment of relief, when he realised that Maddie was still off work, but the relief hadn’t lasted, not when Buck remembered all at once that May was there, and Josh, and so many of their friends and colleagues, and his heart had found a new home in his throat when he remembered that Eddie was in the dispatch centre too, because Eddie was a dispatcher now.

Eddie, who had become a dispatcher so he could be safe, so he could guarantee his safety and go home to his son every night. Eddie, who had quit a job he’d loved and settled behind a desk, all for his kid.

Buck wasn’t angry about it anymore – he wasn’t sure he’d ever really been angry about it, really. Buck had been angry, for a second, that Eddie hadn’t talked to him about it, that Eddie hadn’t come to him with his worries and Christopher’s concerns so they could work through them and figure out a solution together, but when that anger faded, all that had been left was sadness – sadness, and loneliness, actually, because Buck’s life had always been enriched by Eddie’s presence in it, and all of a sudden, he was going to work everyday without Eddie, with someone else by his side in calls and the gap left behind by Eddie’s decision to leave felt cavernous, swallowing all of Los Angeles in its murky depths.

Eddie, who left, and became a dispatcher to keep himself safe, and his son calm, and still got caught up in a fire, all the same. It was ironic, really, that Eddie had walked away from fires and the danger that came with being a firefighter and he’d walked right into another – this time, Buck had realised in the truck on the way to the scene, without any of his gear.

Even without his gear – Eddie had gotten half of dispatch out alone.

Because of course he had.

He was Eddie Diaz, father, friend, and goddamn hero, good to his very core. Eddie would know exactly how to get out of a fire, and instead of doing that, he’d stayed, and he’d done his best to get everyone out of dispatch as the fire had begun to rage.

(“I – there’s still people in there,” Eddie shook his head, coughing, having clearly inhaled plenty of smoke, by now. “I’m not leaving.”

“Right now, Eddie, you’re a civilian,” Buck had practically growled at his best friend. “Either you walk out of here now, or I will carry you out.”

The defiant look Eddie had given him in response was enough of an answer, and Buck had bent, at the knees, tossing a protesting Eddie over his shoulder before he jogged out of the building. He could save everyone else later – once he got Eddie out.

“I can help!” Eddie shouted, trying to wriggle out of Buck’s grip.

“You need to get checked over by Hen,” Buck replied, setting Eddie down on the ground. “I can’t have your back if you’re in there without any gear, Eddie, and I’ll be damned if anything happens to you on my watch. So – go, and get checked out by Hen, Dispatcher Diaz, and let me do my job.”

Eddie had been too stunned to argue.)

Buck chewed on the corner of his mouth as he watched Eddie, and Hen. He couldn’t hear what Hen was saying, but Eddie was nodding, pliant in her grip as she turned his head left, and right, checking his throat, his ears, his pupils. Eddie looked sooty, but as Buck squinted, trying to examine him from a distance, Buck couldn’t see any visible burns.

That was good, at least.

“Buck,” Hen called, waving him over. “Make sure he keeps the oxygen mask on, I need to check a few more people over.”

Buck nodded. He could do that – he could stand guard and make sure Eddie kept the oxygen mask on. He hovered, to Eddie’s right, watching as his best friend took long, slow breaths.

Eddie tugged on the mask, flashing a grin at Eddie. “You really can just throw me over your shoulder and carry me around, can’t you?”

Buck rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he directed, reaching for the mask, holding it in place. “Hen said you need to keep this on.”

Eddie glared at him, batting Buck’s hand away. “I’m okay, Buck,” and his voice sounded croaky, but he did seem okay, soot and hoarse throat aside. Buck wouldn’t trust it until they were hours out and Eddie was still fine. “Buck, I’m okay.”

“But if we got here any later, you wouldn’t have been,” Buck managed to say, keeping his voice low – he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Eddie – I can have your back, when you’re wearing the same uniform as me, and you’re by my side, but I just – God, I know it’s irrational, but when you’re not right beside me, I worry, because I don’t know if you’re okay.”

Eddie tugged on Buck’s arm, directing him to sit on the edge of the ambulance with him. “I’m okay,” he repeated. “Buck – I’m fine. It was a freak accident, the fire breaking out in dispatch. That’s – that’s life, Buck, we can’t control everything.”

“But I can try, if you’re next to me.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, for a second. “I can see why everyone at calls falls in love with you,” he hummed. “It’s kind of hot, how you’re able to just throw me around.”

“Shut up,” there was no heat, behind Buck’s words, as he replied. “Eddie – look, I know these last few weeks have been hard, but when we got the call about the fire in dispatch, I just – for a second, I imagined how life might be without you, and I thought I was actually going to stop breathing. I – I can’t do this, I can’t do life without you, Buck.”

Eddie sucked in a breath through the mask, taking a second before he spoke again. “I’ll always be with you, Buck.”

“Yeah, I’d prefer if you didn’t do that as a ghost, Edmundo,” Buck grumbled, earning himself a sharp elbow to the side for his troubles.

“Buck,” Eddie’s expression was – it was something Buck hadn’t seen from his best friend before, his eyes soft, and expression open, love etched into every crease and line of his face. It was – it was the kind of expression Buck had dreamed of being directed at himself, and one he had only fantasised about seeing from Eddie. “I’ll always be with you. I promise.”

Maybe –

Maybe this wasn’t the right moment. Buck would think about that later, when he’d had time to process, but as he looked at Eddie, love pouring from every sooty, dusty inch of his best friend, all Buck could think to do was lean in, and kiss him, the embrace soft, and slow, the kiss trying to say everything Buck didn’t have the words for, just yet.

It’s you, it’s you, it’s always been you – how could it have ever been anyone except you?

Eddie coughed, and Buck pulled back, giving him an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he hummed, brushing Eddie’s sweaty hair off his forehead.

Eddie’s smile was soft, as he took one, two breaths through the mask. “Don’t be sorry,” he shrugged. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for a long time.”

Buck couldn’t help himself from stealing a brief kiss, before he fixed Eddie’s oxygen mask back in place, wrapping an arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Sorry for taking so long to get here,” Buck hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head.

Eddie’s words were muffled by the mask, but reassuring, all the same. “You’re here now.”

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[btscontentenjoyer]

I love the way you describe Yoongi in the warnings because yes 😭😭😭

"In your relationship with Jungkook, there was nothing to decide. You didn’t have to choose to be happy; he just made you happy. As long as you were with him, every house was a home. Until he pulled the rug and you reverted to being that little kid again, on the ground with bloodied knees. He was the calm, and he was the storm." I truly love the metaphors you use to describe OC's emotions and how she feels about the past she shares with Jungkook. And as I think I said before, lines like these hit harder in juxtaposition to the way OC often tries to act okay and unbothered on the outside.

"It wasn’t until Taehyung and Jimin took away your most effective distraction that you started choosing again. If your mother made you choose to feel, then Jungkook made you do the opposite. He taught you that maybe your mother wasn’t so wrong after all. Maybe she’d been hurt before. Maybe she was only keeping you from having to experience it. Maybe this was how she loved you." 😔😔😔 This just makes her acting so cold toward Jungkook now make even more sense. I mean, of course he hurt her and that's enough of a reason already, but she had a hard time being vulnerable before him too, and just when she let her guard down with someone, he broke her heart. Now with her reinforced belief that being vulnerable brings you pain, I can't imagine how hard it will be for her to let her guard down again.

"Funny enough, right across the street is the healing, but you’ve never really been able to get close to it. With every step you take, the distance seems to stretch longer and longer, until you’re just running in place trying to get to the other side. Eventually, you get tired of trying, and even though the hurt is a hellscape purely designed to make you suffer, you think you would rather go back to that house than be stuck in the hollow limbo in the middle of nowhere, looking at a better future just within reach but never really getting there. It’s cold in the void, and it’s warmer in the hurt because there, at least it’s familiar." What a beautiful and evocative way to explain why it's so hard to move on from the things that have hurt us sometimes!!

"You know that it’s there. It’s all about making the active decision to move forward. But the brighter future that awaits you just ahead is one without Jungkook, and… you’ve never been sure if you really want that." As a person who already has a little soft spot for Jungkook, this makes me feel hopeful 🥺 But it's also really sad that OC has lived with this for so many years, unable to quite move on.

"Not once has he addressed the elephant in the room, which you suppose isn’t something you can complain about. You don’t want him to bring it up either, the fact that you once knew him better than anyone in the world, and he knew you. You all know how that story ended. Actually, you don’t. You just know that it ended." The last two lines 😭😭😭

“Hey, kiddo,” Yoongi greets you, his voice even and cool though he’s sporting the same bright smile as you are. His hair is longer than the last time you saw him. He looks even more handsome than you remember. “Long time no see. How’s my favorite poet doing?” Okaaaay hi Yoongi.

"And Yoongi understands you in ways that Jungkook would have if he had been there." This 😭😭😭😭😭 I feel like Jungkook is about to see that and it's going to hurt him a lot.

“Oh come on, it’s a joke. Lighten up, buddy,” Yoongi finally says. That grin is still on his face, and his tone is almost patronizing. “Jeez, this guy must be fun at parties.” On the one hand, I realise Jungkook is probably due some of this for what he put OC through, but as a person who gives the benefit of the doubt always, I feel kinda bad for him too 😭 It's like funny to see him pissed off but also brings out a little pity in me too 😭

"He rubs his palms and clasps them together. “Okay, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll put him through the wringer, but I’ll keep your name out of it. No one will know about your history. Let Jungkook think I’m just an asshole, I don’t care.” This will be interesting…

"You want to say… Yes, we were close. We were close in the same way that the name of someone’s first love can be inscribed on their heart and never fade away. If you could hold my beating heart in your hands, and if you had a key to open it, I think you would find his initials there. The letters might be messily scribbled, might be crossed out by harsh lines of ink and rewritten again in a different font, but they’re still there, and they will always be there." Beautiful!! Heartbreaking for sure, but so so beautiful!! With lines like these, how can you not sympathise with and hurt alongside OC 🥺

"You don’t answer right away, though you knew this question was inevitable. How do you feel about it? The fact that Namjoon didn’t actually have a family emergency when he dropped Jungkook at your apartment when the three of you were supposed to brainstorm together. The fact that when they pulled up in front of your building, Jungkook told Namjoon that he could go home if he wanted to, that Jungkook didn’t want to make him work on a day off. The fact that despite Namjoon saying it was completely fine, Jungkook practically insisted that he go home." Ooooop 😳😳😳 Jungkook is making movessss

"To not say anything at all and have the nerve to act like he cares about you. It’s… cowardly. He’s still continuing to hurt you by doing this. You always thought you deserve better than this." 😭😭😭

“You’re not going to die alone. You have me.” Okay Taeee. Can't tell if he's a real ride or die or just in love with OC lmaooo.

Well, with Yoongi now in the picture, maybe Jungkook might get a little push 👀👀 But also it makes his life harder too, and OC's as well. And she for sure doesn't need any more complications 😭😭😭

our beloved summer | jjk (03)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, obs3 is kinda oc centric 🤔, a mention of death but like a hypothetical death??, mentions of being *emotionally* haunted, taehyung almost dies 😭, someone so hot and cocky and petty that you might die, oh and tswift references because obviously

rating: PG-13

word count: 7.8k

note: asdfghjkl it’s been a hot minute guys. this was supposed to be longer but i decided last minute that some bits would probably work better in obs4, so no jimin and hobi today 🤥

vote for the revenge 🍆 😈 here before obs4!

series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long ‘Cause I knew everything when I was young

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[king-maven-calore]

Oh please, please, please share your headcanons for ptolemus and wren. They're my faves and I'm starved for content of any kind lol!

My time has come...

Ptolemus has a lot of tattoos. He's a relatively chill dude, not like hyper violent at all times. If his first reaction is to resort to aggression, it is because that's how he was raised. Not as much of a misanthropist as his sister in the beginning of the books, but since he doesn't gain any further alliances (other than those close to his heart) by the end of them, he does end up surpassing her. Grows restless when bored, but he's easily entertained by casual human cruelty. Lots of bro type buddies but the only one he can stand and respects is Cal. (Yes, I'll push my Cal/Tolly bros agenda to the grave bc it's ridiculous VA didn't give Cal friends wtf. Also bc of ~angst~ and ✨drama✨ purposes) Reformed manwhore. When they were children he would nick his finger or scrape his knees on purpose to have an excuse to talk to Wren.

"You know my mom/uncle/cousin could heal this way faster, right?" she would ask, struggling to perform the most basic things since her powers hadn't "bloomed" yet.

Tolly would just stare dumbly at her and try to act tough like. "You were the closest I could find 🙄. Work faster." And add a "Please 🥺" after she gives him a cut the bullshit look.

Enter Wren, deeply compassionate but bound by duty for better or for worse (at least at the beginning). Academic queen. Despite growing up in the silver court, she resents the excess of violence they indulge in. Good friends with Elane. If she wasn't naturally a healer she might have made a good spy because she's great at picking up details and reading people. Not a fan of Ptolemus whole macho act. Doesn't bat an eyelash when he aggressively flirts with her as they grow older, or at his finely crafted attempts at seduction. Like cornering her against a bookshelf and reaching a book for her while looking at her with the full force of his panty-dropper gaze.

"Anatomy, uh? Need help to study that? I may know a perfect specimen of the male sex 😏."

To which she replies without batting an eyelash. "I already have a corpse on the dissecting table, thanks." Ducks under his arm and goes away. But secretly she's having a heart attack.

(Only simp men allowed in this house btw) Ptolemus grows increasingly frustrated, angry, and infatuated with her; she's just so enthralling when her hands delicately restore that which has been wounded, when they make whole what's missing. And he gets this feeling, like when they were kids, that he needs her in his life. That, despite her solid character, she's the softness he can't even allow himself to crave. And she's way too beautiful. Wren is so gorgeous it actually hurts (quoting TS)

Wren sees too more of the boy, almost man, that's nothing but a perfectly sharpened knife for his father to use at will. She sees the tender love he has for his sister beneath a shallow cold exterior. She wants to dive in the depths of the emotions he's been so well taught to hide, to go under the metaphorical scar tissue (bc in reality they don't have those) and reach the soft flesh, the beating heart. Wren wonders what it would be like to accept the dagger inside her heart, to allow herself the possible wound of a fling with such a ruthless man. Also, undeniably, he is a perfect specimen, especially when he's covered in his rivals' blood, face twisted in a wicked smirk.

Things finally change between them when she has to restore his hand after the events of KC. As she works, all pretenses are gone. He's just glad to have an excuse to have her close, glad they are on the same side of the war, it would have been a nightmare to be parted from her. And Wren gets to see the side of him she always knew was there. With her abilities she may restore his hand, but by coming together they restore each other's souls 🥺. And they make such a hot couple.

...K I just realized this isn't exactly what you asked... so sorry anon. I got carried away. I love them 😬

[yeetusdabussy]

Can you do a top 3 Uchiha of who you think would be okay with their adorable chubby girl being a foodie? Like, I love to eat and be constantly snacking or cooking 🥺 ❤

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Madara

•He's old fashion, he would want a bigger woman to birth him children. After all that's how it was in the old days, he doesn't care for looks but personality and how you look at life (also if you agree with all his doings)

•Madara knows if you're eating, he's eating so win win for him. Buuuut he does need to watch out for his diet, if he gains weight he's blaming you.

•He always brings you snacks and goodies after work or when he comes home from long missions, grabbing small snacks from different villages in hopes you'll enjoy something new.

•He loves how warm you are at night, he loves holding you and kissing you so tenderly.

•The fact you cook a lot makes him happy,man's gotta eat and HE'LL LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOVE if you came to His office dropping off food for him to eat. He'll act like he's not happy but his stomach will betray him with a loud growl.

•...he's killing anyone who says something about your weight..

•10/10 loves big girls.

Itachi

•this sweet man doesn't care about your weight, he just wants to love and hold you close. He enjoys having you close to him so he can feel your warmth and have his hands roam your body with such care and love.

•He's always cooking for you, he loves it because you always have this big derp smile on your face. He will cook you anything you desire.

•looooves cuddling you, he always wants to hold you,kiss you, caress you, and just love you. He's not a fan of PDA but at home its all love and kisses buddy.

•GAAH the way he kisses your sweet rolls or insecurities will have you up the roof.

•He's whooping ass if someone has something bad to say to you.

20/20!!

Shisui

•This man...this ..this man!! Will worship your body until your knees turn Into Jello. He's always complimenting you, always kissing your neck or nibbling it playfully.

•Ah he loves when you Cook for him,he's eating anything you give him, he wants to show you how much he enjoys your food.

•He is always buying snacks, its ridiculous. You don't have to ask for something because 9x out of 10 y'all already have what you're asking for and if ya don't, he's apologizing and getting it for you.

•loves taking you out to eat, he wants to make sure you get a break from cooking. He aint letting NOBODY disrespect your weight, he's on their ass like tom with jerry.

•Welcome to Joseline’s CabaretYour every desire will be fulfilled Your wish is my command I’m here to please you, baby Do it like it’s your B-day Do it like it’s your B-day

•20/20

[magic-human-bean]

Yooooooo a g/t blog? On my cookie run kingdom tumblr? God bless you my friend. I haven't seen any of g/t in cookie run in a long time (2018 player here). I love how you write the interations with the cookies. But i wonder how dragons would react to a human? (not includidng ivory)

(HEY this is the ask that my laptop crashed while i was typing it, and it was a VERY long reply and it made me lowkey rage quit and i lost all will to try typing it again. I am SO sorry this reply is so very very late.)

Hiii 🥺 I'm really happy there's a fellow old player and G/T enjoyer that likes my stuff!!

Oooh boy the dragons... Ok so I'm REALLY conflicted about the dragons' relations to humans.

First, I don't know if the dragon cookies used to be REAL dragons that were slowly snackified, maybe turned into food by witches or something, or if the dragons have always been food. If the dragons were once real dragons, that means humans were once beneath them, and that's very spicy potential. After all, they seem to imply that they are very old, maybe even older than Millenial Tree Cookie... Who was a tree before he was a cookie, BEFORE witches existed. So they SHOULD have been real dragons at some point?... Maybe? But if witches made them just like they made cookies, do they know the real nature of witches? Are they wiser about their land's origins? Or are they a little clueless like most cookies?

Second, power. I wish I could know just how powerful cookies can be. Like, in comparison to a human. Dark Enchantress Cookie was able to slaughter a coven of witches, so I suppose cookies with great magical powers ARE powerful enough to beat up a human. Unless the slaughter was mostly from the cake army? In that case I don't know what to think. But this is important. Because the dragons are either easily able to take down a human, or they are a moderate threat to a human (like a raccoon with rabies), and I can't tell which of these is the case. What I'm saying is, it's hard to know if the magical powers of a cookie (and dessert dragon) is limited by their size.

Either the dragons don't know what humans are, in which case they'd be a little worried. Or they KNOW what humans are, in which case they'd be a tiny bit worried that their dragon powers are not as strong as they used to be. But in any case, I don't think they'd be that scared of a human.

Anyway, enough of that rambling bullshit, let's talk about each dragon. Under the cut.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie : He'd LOVE a human passing by his territory. I'd assume a human is more powerful than Milk Cookie's Guild, or at least equal strength (again, it's HARD to measure how powerful cookies are in comparison to humans, considering they are magical creatures). So that means he'd see a human as a challenge, and wouldn't hesitate to fight them. If the human wins or the fight ends with a tie, Pitaya Dragon Cookie will see the human the same way he sees Hollyberry Cookie; a wrestle buddy. A fun time rival, if you will. He will ask the human to come again sometimes, OR he'll just straight up fly to the human's location from time to time to demand a fight when he's bored. ...Heck, by doing this, the human could save the cookies from a lot of trouble! The dragon won't bother the cookies anymore if he has a strong human playmate! I guess that would make the human a hero in some way. And the legend goes that the dragon and the human are still fighting, and the cookie kingdoms have been... a little bit more peaceful since then...

Ananas Dragon Cookie : He does NOT like the human. The human is too big and threatening to trample his beautiful island. PLUS, due to the human's size, a battle with the human could threaten his island! The human's presence is VERY irritating. PLUS, the human's size is making him very insecure uwu because you know, he's used to be the mightiest proudest person in his surroundings. So the human better get on their knees and kiss the ground gently to make him feel respected... And then peacefully leave. If he must, he will use his powers to help the human leave his island, but maybe not fight the human, because again, he wants to avoid damage. ALSO, if the human is especially good at boot-licking with compliments and flatteries and "Ohhh I'm so honored to be in presence of the mightiest dragon that's ever been ooooh I've always wanted to see dragons thank you thank you" then I think Ananas Dragon Cookie could take a liking to that human. He is known for being "benevolent" sometimes, so... There's gotta be a way to be on his good side, and those ways probably involve boosting his ego and protecting his island.

Lotus Dragon Cookie : They're not afraid of humans. Also... I like to believe that maybe humans contain more "vitality" than cookies, since humans are bigger and their body need more energy... sooooo.... Once the dragon figures out humans have about the same intelligence as cookies, they'll offer the human to grant them a "wish", and once the human makes a wish, the Lotus Paradise will 'claim' the human for good... If the human is immune to the dragon's powers, then I think the Lotus Dragon would just pretend to like the human and be kind of hospitable (but not really), and also gaslight the human into leaving their island with lines like "Well, maybe if you weren't so hideously huge, the cookies of my island would accept you better. But oh well... We can't force them to like you if they don't, can we? You should probably leave... I'm afraid this island just isn't for you" . Really, of all the dragon cookies, I believe Lotus Dragon Cookie would be the least impressed and would easily deal with humans... Unless Lychee Dragon Cookie is WORSE.

Lychee Dragon Cookie : Evil. Okay listen. Apparently they have the power to control just about anyone with her love powers, since we can see she has a bunch of different monsters under her control in her trial (I think) so what are the chances they can possess a human??? That would be very bad news for cookies. VERY BAD NEWS. However, if the human is immune to her powers for whatever reason, I think she'd might actually be scared of a human? I mean she'd send her monster slaves after the human, but the human could easily deal with those... But here's a concept; Lychee Dragon Cookie sending love-controlled cookies after the human! And the human has to try their best to handle the cookies without hurting them! Imagine so many cookies making futile attempts to attack a human, and the human carefully pushes them away or tries to hold them still... While also trying to find how to make them snap out of it! Ooooh the potential. Trying to protect tiny friends that are also being controlled into attacking you.

CONCLUSION. I don't think Lychee and Lotus can have any connection with a human. They really think other lifeforms are 100% disposable and that individuals aren't unique/special and I don't think anything can change their mind. You can get on Ananas Dragon Cookie's good side if you're not afraid of lowering yourself to the lowest to make him feel better about himself. And you can have some kind of playful relationship with Pitaya Dragon Cookie if you're tough and aren't afraid to punch magical creatures that are smaller than you.

[lavender-annd-lilac]

Curtis was frustrated.

Every single employee working overtime this holiday season: amen brother!!! U said it!! We should be unionized! We should get paid more overtime!!

😤😤😤

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, his cock wouldn’t go soft

70% of employees: oh uh… maybe consult a medical professional? 😳

25% of employees: TMI dude…why do u always talk about this shit? Next time it happens I’m bringing it up with HR 😒

The remaining 5% of employees: heck yeah bro!!! 🤠

The things he wanted to do to you were inappropriate, and now he finally has his chance.

I mean… at least he’s acknowledging it? 🫠

It was unfortunate that the others got to have you first.

Lol these hipsters… ”well, I trespassed on her property and climbed all over her body before everyone else was doing it!”

As Curtis comes across your room, he peeks inside. His brows furrow more when he notices it’s empty.

Lmaoooo 😂 “ goddammit! I used up an “I’m not feeling well” excuse to get out of work for this and she’s not even here???”

My brain for no reason: omgg imagine if the other elves were causing some distraction outdoors…like knocking over xmas decorations on the lawn or throwing mini snowballs at her house, so she goes outside to see what’s up and meanwhile Curtis is running around inside like “Where is this slut everyone keeps talking about 😤😤😤”

Me: STOP! OMFG stop interrupting when I’m trying to read!! I came to read THIS story, not whatever BS u are always coming up with 😡😡😡

My brain: 😭😭😭

Me: oh shit… 🥺….it’s ok buddy we can think of stories later during the work meeting 😓

Brain: *sniff sniff* 🤧 ok but can we also watch that cat TikTok on repeat 40 times in a row? The one with the wiggly ears? 😸

Me: sure, pal, we can do that too 😌

My brain: … hehehe gotcha sucker, works every time 😏

Me: what was that? 🤨

My brain: oh I just said THANKS I feel a lot better now friend 😃

He makes his way to the other room, grunting to himself about having to walk so much

This is me when I have to walk through the entire one-way labyrinth that is IKEA just to get like an $4 item 😩

But if what he’s seen and heard about you, he knows you are worth it

Lol this is like, a burglar complaining about having to wake up early and wall across town to rob the richest persons house 😅 “I can’t fucking believe I have to do all this work to get a buttload of cash and thousands worth in valuables. Why couldn’t these assholes live closer to MY HOUSE 🤬”

As he gets to the entryway, he notices a movie playing.

IT’S THE SAME MOVIE FROM LEE’s STORY 😭😭😭 she’s watching like the extended directors cut of the LOTR trilogy 😖😖😖it’s still going

An annoyed groan leaves his lips when he notices you are still awake. He moves back behind the wall and growls.

Curtis’s eyes widen when his eyes connect with yours.

Me: girl, come on, the LOTR trilogy is great!! Why aren’t u watching the movie 😠

Frozen, he doesn’t know what to do, but when you slowly move down onto your knees, beckoning him to come forward

Lmao I guess he doesn’t have any fear/survival instincts either 🤷‍♀️

“It’s okay… I won’t bite.” Curtis’s eyes move to your lips as you speak, and your soft voice fills his ears. He slowly moves out from behind the wall, taking cautious steps toward you.

Duuuude, this is like when little red riding hood goes up to “her grandma” bc she doesn’t realize it’s a wolf dressed in her grandma’s clothes 😖

His cheeks turn pink as you give him a soft smile.

Aww this is actually so cute tho☺️ he came in all guns blazing like smh can’t believe I have to walk around this whole house to find her 😾 but then she’s nice to him and he’s 😳😳😳

Hesitantly stepping onto your palm that you’ve laid out, a squeak leaves his lips when you lift him, bringing the tiny man to your face.

Is he scared of heights 😭😭😭 that would also be adorable 🥺

You both stare at each other, studying one another

Lol they’re both just like:

His hands rest on both of your cheeks, moving closer to you.

“Suck, you stupid bitch.”

Ok and we’re back to him being a grumpy lil bastard haha 😆 he had like 30 sec of hesitation, realized he wasn’t going to be harmed, and then immediately just made himself the boss of the situation lol

Your lips wrapped around his swollen member, sucking as hard as possible

Reader seems like someone who puts in extra effort at work without being asked. Meanwhile, I’m like cutting every single corner and doing the very minimum lmao 😬

Curtis pokes your forehead, “suck softer, idiot.” 

So are they only mean to reader? Or do they talk to other elves like this irl?

Bc I bet they don’t talk to their boss like that 🤨 no way would they be like “hand over my fucking overtime pay, u oversized asshole” 🙊

even managing to lick his heavy sacks

What size are we working with here, like mini, regular or mega m&m 🤔 (regular lined paper for scale)

His eyes open for a split second and land on some mistletoe hanging above your head

Apparently it’s illegal not to kiss under the mistletoe. And a blowjob is basically equivalent to kissing right? Like substituting a salad for fries at a restaurant.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this! You know how angry it made me when I had to hear about how much of a whore you’ve been with the others! You’re such a little slut!”

Reader, just trying to suck some dick and not here to listen to his life story 🙄

“Fucking hell! You stupid bitch! I said not so fucking hard! Are you that fucking dumb that you can’t understand simple fucking words?!”

Dude, what if she is tho, huh? That’s not very nice 😠 maybe you should make it easier for her by saying fewer words… like, take out all the swears and you’ve basically cut your word count in half! Much more simple to understand!

His hands come up, and he fixes his pointed hat that’s moved slightly off his head.

They all do this!!! I feel like they get infractions at work if their hats aren’t worn properly, so it’s just instinct now to straighten it 😂

wondering why the small men always taste incredible

Reader is either too kind or too gentle or too something to consider eating them whole. Like, people who came up with milking cows were probably like, hey this milk stuff tastes alright, why don’t we eat the animal it came from too! I bet it would also taste good!!

A sharp poke to your eye causes a yelp to escape you, followed by his tiny voice. “Hello? Are you even listening to me?! Is there anything even up there?”

To the EYE??? 🙈

That’s out of bounds, sir!!! Eye stuff is reserved for horror movies!! So unless u want to get chomped in half, keep your little hands to yourself. This is your first and final warning mister 😠😠😠

He continues to grumble, pointed ears twitching in anger

Omg the ears 🥹🥹🥹 haha ok u can have like 3 warnings before the final warning, and then you might get a small punishment

U know those animal infographics that are like if your dog is wagging his tail like this, it means this! If his ears are flat, it means this!

There needs to be a guide for the elf ears like: this kind of twitching means anger, this kind of twitching means excited!! 🤭

before his gaze sets on your cute nose. He quickly leans forward and places a soft kiss on it.

Lol he’s like “you can’t even follow directions u dumb bitch 😠… anyway 😘” *smooches u and runs off*

You don’t notice two other men near you in your small search for the man. 

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, oral sex, tiny elf male, human reader, swearing, elf nearly dies by vacuum reader, stalker behaviour, some serious poking, very grumpy elf (I think someone pissed in his cheerios)

18+ only please, this is dedicated to @royalsweetteaa especially for giving me this idea! the gif and header aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Curtis was frustrated. Ever since he laid his eyes on you, his cock wouldn’t go soft. You were always on his mind. The things he wanted to do to you were inappropriate, and now he finally has his chance. It was unfortunate that the others got to have you first.

As Curtis comes across your room, he peeks inside. His brows furrow more when he notices it’s empty. From all the stories from the other men except Lee’s, you were always in your room, sound asleep. He turns and heads toward your loungeroom, hoping you are there as his cock throbs desperately in his tights. 

He makes his way to the other room, grunting to himself about having to walk so much just for some woman. But if what he’s seen and heard about you, he knows you are worth it. 

As he gets to the entryway, he notices a movie playing. Slowly, Curtis pokes his head out from behind the wall, spotting your figure on the couch. An annoyed groan leaves his lips when he notices you are still awake. He moves back behind the wall and growls. How was he supposed to satisfy himself if you weren’t asleep?

He decides to peek his head out again. Curtis’s eyes widen when his eyes connect with yours. Frozen, he doesn’t know what to do, but when you slowly move down onto your knees, beckoning him to come forward. His heart begins to beat rapidly against his chest, unprepared for a situation like this.

“It’s okay… I won’t bite.” Curtis’s eyes move to your lips as you speak, and your soft voice fills his ears. He slowly moves out from behind the wall, taking cautious steps toward you. His cheeks turn pink as you give him a soft smile. Hesitantly stepping onto your palm that you’ve laid out, a squeak leaves his lips when you lift him, bringing the tiny man to your face.

You both stare at each other, studying one another before Curtis slowly leans forward. His hands rest on both of your cheeks, moving closer to you. His cock strains against his pants more as he thinks of all the possibilities. His darkened blue eyes glare at you, one hand makes quick work of freeing his throbbing member as he continues to stare into your eyes. 

Your eyes widen, mouth opening slightly as the bold little man takes his cock out. Your gaze flickers down to it, eyes widening more at the sight. A shocked gasp escapes you when he slips between your lips before your eyes close slightly, and a soft moan leaves you at the taste. 

“Suck, you stupid bitch.” Your lips wrapped around his swollen member, sucking as hard as possible. Your eyes snap open as his body flies into your face and a scream leaves his lips. “What the shit! Jesus fucking Christ! I nearly fucking came right then and there! Jesus, woman!” Curtis pokes your forehead, “suck softer, idiot.” 

You begin to softly suck, swirling your tongue around his whole cock, even managing to lick his heavy sacks. Curtis’s head tilts back, his hands tangled in your hair, eyes rolling to the back of his head as sounds of pleasure escape his lips. His hips slowly begin to move, thrusting into your godsent mouth. His eyes open for a split second and land on some mistletoe hanging above your head before a feeling of intense pleasure shoots through him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this! You know how angry it made me when I had to hear about how much of a whore you’ve been with the others! You’re such a little slut!” He snaps, cumming directly into your mouth as you accidentally suck harder. “Fucking hell! You stupid bitch! I said not so fucking hard! Are you that fucking dumb that you can’t understand simple fucking words?!” Curtis growls in frustration, annoyed the pleasure was over too soon. He pokes your forehead as he speaks, pulling his softened cock out of your mouth and tucking it back into his pants. His hands come up, and he fixes his pointed hat that’s moved slightly off his head.

Your brows furrow and a soft moan falls from your plump lips as you savour the sweet taste in your mouth, wondering why the small men always taste incredible. The angry words flying out of the tiny grumpy man go ignored as your mind is focused on the taste that lingers on your tongue. A sharp poke to your eye causes a yelp to escape you, followed by his tiny voice. “Hello? Are you even listening to me?! Is there anything even up there?” He continues to grumble, pointed ears twitching in anger before his gaze sets on your cute nose. He quickly leans forward and places a soft kiss on it. Curtis turns and jumps down, hurrying away as he finally feels satisfied.

You blink, the pain quickly subsiding before you look around for him. You don’t notice two other men near you in your small search for the man. 

One sits behind you, a cold glass of milk between his grasp and a plate of freshly baked biscuits in front of him. Wondering why his worker was always so grumpy and to treat a sweet woman like you like garbage was unacceptable in his eyes.

The other man stalked from behind the window, watching the scene unfold before him with a nasty smirk.

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squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement with buddie please 🥺

Buck was no stranger to chronic pain. He wishes that was a statement he couldn’t say with such confidence at thirty years old, but it was the truth. As much as his medical team had performed miracles by putting his leg back together after the bombing, the pain had stayed longer after the pins had been taken out and he’d been cleared medically fit to work. When he’d mentioned it to his doctor, he’d given Buck a sympathetic look, and admitted he would have to live with it. For all the innovations there was in medicine, sometimes there was no cure – sometimes, Buck had discovered, you just had to live with it.

Most of the time, he was fine – really. His leg rarely flared up badly, which was why it probably felt worse when it did. Most of the time, it was a cramp or some stiffness – like when he’d spent too long playing on the floor with Jee-Yun and his bad knee had seized up.

The pain had been different, recently. Buck had called out sick three times in a week, because when he’d swung himself out of bed and put his bad leg on the floor, it had hurt so much it had reduced him to tears.

It was Bobby, who’d told Buck to book an appointment to check himself checked out – but it had been Eddie who was standing outside of the doctor’s office, looking nervous as he waited. Eddie, who Buck hadn’t seen in almost four months, hadn’t seen him since Eddie had quit the 118. Eddie, who had a new haircut, and a new job, and a new life, outside of Buck.

“Eddie,” Buck managed to croak the word out, limping toward Eddie. “What are you doing?”

“Cap called me,” Eddie said easily, as though Bobby was still his captain – and not just someone Eddie used to work with. Buck hated the way the words seemed to come easily for Eddie, hated how he seemed better, less stressed now, hated that leaving seemed to have done him good. It’s not as though Buck wanted Eddie to suffer, but he wished it hadn’t been so easy for Eddie to walk away.

“He shouldn’t have,” Buck couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice as he spoke, glaring at Eddie. “I can do this alone.”

“I know,” Eddie didn’t look offended. “I know you can, Buck, and I know you’re mad – and you’ve got every right to be – but I also know that you didn’t let me go through any of this alone, after the shooting,” he shook his head. “So – however weird it is between us now, I’m not letting you go through this alone. Okay?”

Buck was tired. Deep down in his bone’s kind of tired. Life had been a mess, since Eddie had left – his relationship with Taylor had crumbled under the weight of the pressure Buck had put on it, determined to make something perfect out of something that was never going to last. Work had been – fine, maybe. Chimney was back, but there was still an Eddie shaped hole in their team, and in Buck’s life. They’d been passing Christopher between them like they’d gone through a bitter divorce, and Buck was tired – he was tired of everything, but most of all, he was tired of being in pain.

“I’m tired, Eddie,” he admitted, eyes welling with tears as he looked at his best friend.

“I know,” Eddie said, voice soothing as he wrapped an arm around Buck’s waist, supporting his weight. “I know you are, Buck.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Buck continued, because the admissions were coming, now, and why would he stop?

“I wish we’d never fought in the first place,” Eddie admitted, giving Buck’s waist a light squeeze. “Listen – I’m not going to pretend as though everything is going to be solved like this, quick and easy, but I miss you, Buck. I miss you all the time – and I want my partner back. So just – let me here for you, now, for this appointment, and afterward, let me take you home, and we can talk properly.”

Buck nodded, helpless to do anything but agree. “Eddie?” he said, voice tiny, thick with tears.

Eddie looked at him, eyes wide, and full of care, just like they always were. Even underneath a new haircut and wearing a jacket Buck didn’t recognise, this was Eddie, his Eddie. “Yeah, Buck?”

“What if it’s bad?” and God, Buck was blubbering because he even got into the doctor’s office. He’d been spiralling for days, wondering what this new pain meant – if it meant that they needed to operate again, if it meant pins and bolts and months out of work, or an end to his career altogether.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Eddie admitted, careful fingers easing Buck’s clenched fist open, linking their fingers together. Buck’s not sure he’d ever held Eddie’s hand before – but it felt nice. “It could be bad,” he conceded. “Or it might not be,” he continued. “But either way – I’m here, okay? And we’re going to figure it out together.”

Eddie punctuated his words with a gentle squeeze of encouragement, giving Buck a soft look. “Okay?”

Buck swallowed back the worst of his tears, knowing nothing was okay, not really – but maybe it would be, eventually, if Eddie could keep holding his hand. “Okay.”