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seitmai · 2 days ago

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Attached to this one was a sheet detailing the flight schedules for the day, and sure enough, a smile curled along his lips below his mustache when he saw that a Comanche was slated to arrive at 1500 hours with the note US Airmail Transport.

He was right all along!

"Work now, reward later," he told himself, taking a deep breath and picturing your smile. That was enough to get him through the meetings. It was enough to get him back to his small office where he wrote up his notes for the day.

He's such a wife guy 🥰

He could bail out of line, eat dinner, and come back later, hoping there was still someone there to disperse the mail before they closed up shop for the night. But it wasn't worth the risk. He'd be happy to skip dinner in favor of mail from you. It wasn't even a question in his mind.

Letters from home >>>> dinner

I can picture it so vividly in my head!

Wren drew you a tooth fairy, but it looks like a demon. So then I started to try to draw the tooth fairy, and it looks really cool. It's on the back of the page. Please write back and tell us when you're coming home.

Hahah siblings 😂

You know how much Wren cries when the countdown goes on for too long. Honestly, it makes me want to cry, too.

Fair

"Holy shit," he whispered under his breath, reaching in and pulling out a photo of you wearing nothing but a tiny lace thong in his favorite shade of blue. He loved that thing. He loved taking it off of you. Your arm was covering your breasts in the photo, but that was okay. He had a vivid imagination.

🤭🤭🤭

When he reached blindly into the box again, his hand connected with something softer next to the Polaroids. To his absolute delight, his fingers wrapped around that bit of fabric that he recognized right away. The blue thong. His cock jumped in excitement as he raised your panties slowly from the box and brought them all the way to his face. He knew. He knew you hadn't washed it. He just fucking knew this little thing was put in the box directly after you came all over it and dragged it down your soft legs.

Oh he is getting all the goodies in the package 🤭

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, voice harsh as he drained every drop onto the lace. He held the sticky mess in his hand and huffed out a surprised laugh. From thousands of miles away, you did this to him.

As I said, wife guy 😌

Maybe he'd have time to grab some dinner before returning to his bunk to write back to you, Hawk, and Wren. He had so much to say. Especially to you. He'd set himself up in bed with one of his clipboards and tell you all about what you made him do.

Oh his wife will get the most raunchy thank you letter ever 🤭

And I have to mention it: the kids having bird names? No notes 👏🏻

The further he got from your wrecked underwear, the more he realized he could still smell you. He was going to be able to smell you all night. This was going to be a painfully long meeting. And the letter he wrote to you later was going to be as dirty as your underwear.

What a reunion this will be, I see potential for another little baby bird aus the result of it 😅🤭

Mail Call | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After a long and illustrious Naval career, Bradley was used to months spent on an aircraft carrier. Nothing ever felt quite as good as a letter from home. He thought he knew what to expect this time, but you always made things more exciting.

Warnings: adult language, masturbation, horny love letter

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley had been in the Navy long enough to know when to expect a mail call. Maybe it was intuition or a sixth sense, but after so many years of deployments, he was certain. When he woke up on Tuesday, something told him to start getting excited. There would be a box with his name written in a familiar scrawl in his hands soon. "Commander Bradshaw." He turned to see a petty officer jogging along the interior corridor of the aircraft carrier with a clipboard in hand. "Sir, here's your schedule for the day." Bradley grunted and skimmed the sheet as he made his way up to the tower. The lightness he felt mere moments ago was replaced by annoyance. Back-to-back meetings filled every inch of the sheet, including a meeting that was scheduled for after dinner.

"Damn it," he muttered, taking the stairs two at a time. His plan to collect his parcel, enjoy a meal, and then head to his private bunk to read the letter was dashed. But he was still convinced that a Comanche helicopter would touch down on deck at some point this afternoon if the weather permitted. He'd get his mail when he could. He needed to wait a little longer to hear from you, which would make him grouchy in the interim.When he pushed open the heavy door to the tower, he greeted the collection of older officers by uttering just one word. "Admirals."

They all greeted him in response with a chorus of overworked voices, and then another clipboard was thrust into his hand. Attached to this one was a sheet detailing the flight schedules for the day, and sure enough, a smile curled along his lips below his mustache when he saw that a Comanche was slated to arrive at 1500 hours with the note US Airmail Transport.

God, a letter from you was sounding better by the minute. Your tone would be soft. You'd tell him how much you missed him. There would be something in there from-

"Commander Bradshaw. Let's get started with your pilots."

His musings were cut short, and he sighed before slipping the offered headset into place and testing out the comms. He was in charge of the training exercises for this deployment, and he needed to keep his mind clear so he could keep his aviators safe. It would do him no good to be focused on what might be happening back at home. He could read about it later.

But as the day wore on, the sky darkened, and storm clouds painted the horizon. When he called his team back to the carrier and watched them land one at a time, he asked the admirals, "Should we check in with the mail transport? It seems to have gone off schedule."

Lightning cut across the sky just as the comms crackled to life with a new voice. "This is Comanche. We're coming in low from the east, trying to avoid the rain. Are we clear to make a quick landing in seventeen minutes?"

Bradley listened to the air traffic team guide the helicopter in, and sure enough, the landing was low and loud, followed by another crack of lightning. He watched from his high vantage point as a team ran out in boots and rain slickers to collect bin after bin of mail, and now his hands were itching again. He could already feel the familiar weight of the box packed with his favorite snacks and some handmade artwork.

"Commander, you'll be late to meet with the pilots."

Bradley was once again yanked from his daydream of being at home where it was warm and dry and cozy, and he was faced with the prospect of having to duck outside into the storm to get to the meeting rooms on time.

The first gust of wind had him shivering and wishing he could grab his mail directly from the helicopter and head back to his bunk. The second gust left him cursing under his breath. He had to go lecture all of these young pilots about where they needed to improve before they could fly their mission, and he just didn't have the energy for it.

But now there was a massive fucking line of officers in uniform waiting for the same thing he was. And to top it off, his stomach was growling. He could bail out of line, eat dinner, and come back later, hoping there was still someone there to disperse the mail before they closed up shop for the night. But it wasn't worth the risk. He'd be happy to skip dinner in favor of mail from you. It wasn't even a question in his mind.

When he finally reached the window and the rows of alphabetized bins, he told the officer in charge, "Bradshaw, Bradley," and then waited quite impatiently to have an ordinary looking cardboard box thrust into his hands. But his heart leapt with joy as soon as he held it and saw your handwriting. "Thank you."

The box felt a little lighter than usual. Maybe you didn't have time to load it up with as many snacks as you usually did. He hated leaving you for weeks and months at a time to deal with everything at home on your own. He loved being at home for the day to day grind. Loved it. But there was something unique about seeing how much things changed while he was gone.

He shook the box a little bit, curiosity getting the best of him. He passed the cafeteria and ran like a child to get back to his bunk as quickly as he could where he set the box down and tore into it. When he saw the three envelopes on top, he had to fight back his tears and take a deep breath.

He carefully picked up the envelope that said Daddy in purple crayon and opened it up to find several coloring sheets and a note written in light pink crayon that was a little hard to read.

Daddy,

I lost my first toooth. The toooth fairee took it. I got a glittery doller. I drew you the toooth and the fairee.

Love, Wren

Bradley found the corresponding page with a drawing of the tooth along with the tooth fairy. His daughter also wrote her name all over the back of the paper in every color crayon imaginable which made him smile. He read her note again before carefully placing it on his nightstand, and then he picked up the envelope that said Dad in black pen.

Dad,

When are you coming home? Fourth grade is so boring. We are learning how to write in cursive, but I already know how. Mom doesn't make the homework as fun as you do. Don't tell her I said that.

Actually everything is better when you're at home. I had a good report card, so mom let me get a skateboard. I covered it in bird stickers. I can almost stand on it for three seconds. Soccer tryouts are next week, and mom promised to take a video so you can watch it later. When are you coming home again? I'll make sure she doesn't delete the video.

Love, Hawk

His son's version of the tooth fairy did look pretty cool, and now Bradley was cracking up as he took a second look at the one his daughter drew. Yeah, it was a bit frightening. He set both notes aside, finally ready to read what you had written to him. The third envelope said Bradley in your familiar handwriting, but his heart lurched into his belly. Instead of the thick envelope filled with page after page that he usually received from you, this one was light. His brow creased in concern as he opened it up to reveal just one sheet.

Bradley,

We miss you. The kids are mostly holding it together, but we're waiting until we know your return date to start a countdown. You know how much Wren cries when the countdown goes on for too long. Honestly, it makes me want to cry, too.

I could write you a novel about work and school and how much I miss you, but I thought it might just be more fun to show you. I got a little carried away with the camera a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep. I was too hot, and your pillow still smells like you. It smelled so good. I started thinking about what you and I will do when you get home. Then I couldn't stop. I literally could not stop touching myself, Bradley.

It never feels as good without you, but I do think some of the photos portray just how vivid my imagination was that night. Like I said, I got carried away.

Let us know when you'll be home.

Love, Your horny wife

Bradley immediately started digging through the box, and he soon realized you'd only included a thin layer of his favorite snacks. He scooped them out onto his bed and was left with some Polaroids. A lot of Polaroids.

Oh, but you didn't leave him hanging at all. The next one he grabbed was you sprawled out in bed, tits on full display, thong present and accounted for. You were biting down on your lip, and he could almost hear you moan. Your nipples were hard and looked just like they did after he had them in his mouth.

"God damn it, Baby. You're killing me." He missed his family. He missed being at home. But right now, all he could think about was fucking the absolute shit out of his wife.

Now he was looking at a beautiful shot of just your face, eyes closed, lips parted in pleasure. That was followed up by you bending over in the thong. And then one where you had your nose buried in his pillow.

There were so many photos, he was getting dizzy. And he was hard. He took a few seconds to unzip his khaki uniform pants while his eyes searched through the photos still inside the box. "Damn," he groaned, wrapping his right hand around his cock while he picked up one of the photos with his left.

You were straddling his pillow in your underwear. Literally grinding your pussy against it. Back arched, tits front and center, riding his pillow like it was his face. He really wished it was.

"Okay, Baby," he murmured, picking up another one while he stroked himself. Your hand was inside your thong. Another one where your blue thong was pulled to the side, showing off your pussy. Another one where you had two fingers knuckle-deep inside yourself. Another one where you were licking your wet fingers.

His mouth watered as he pressed it to his nose. Eyes squeezed shut, he inhaled the scent of your arousal. He moaned your name. He could practically taste you as he rutted into his own hand. Bradley inhaled and exhaled your smell, running the lace along his nose, mustache and lips. The fabric was soft on his face, and he could picture you teasing him with it.

He would do anything to have you right now. He wanted you bent over the end of the bed, sobbing and begging him to go harder. He wanted your sweet voice in his ear. He wanted you on your knees. He wanted to bury his face in your pussy until you screamed.

"Jesus Christ," he whined, panting as he jerked himself off. All he could smell was you. It smelled like home and being in love. He couldn't get enough as he rubbed your thong all over his face before lowering it down to his cock. The lace felt exquisite as he ached with need. The fabric glided along in his hand, creating a friction that left him groaning.

He jerked himself off slowly, trying to make it last as long as he could, but the Polaroids were all he could see, and your pussy was all he could smell. He came all over your thong, ribbons of white decorating it while he held onto the wall for support.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, voice harsh as he drained every drop onto the lace. He held the sticky mess in his hand and huffed out a surprised laugh. From thousands of miles away, you did this to him. This was different from the mail he usually received from you, but he wasn't complaining. He got a nice update on what was happening at home plus a lot more than he bargained for.

Bradley walked into his tiny bathroom and draped your thong over the sink faucet before washing his hands. Maybe he'd have time to grab some dinner before returning to his bunk to write back to you, Hawk, and Wren. He had so much to say. Especially to you. He'd set himself up in bed with one of his clipboards and tell you all about what you made him do.

"Oh, shit," he told his reflection in the mirror as he thought about his clipboard again. "Fuck!"

He had one more meeting left. Starting in just minutes. He eased his cock back into his pants, still zipping up as he left his bunk. Then he walked while discreetly trying to tuck his shirt in and straighten out his uniform.

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Thanks for reading! It's been a while since I posted a Bradley one-shot, and this one was hanging out in my drafts for a bit. Much love for a DILF. Hope you enjoy your Valentine's Day as much as Bradley enjoyed his mail!

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kisssukuna33 · 3 days ago

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Can i request Sukuna hyping up and being very devoted to his wife who is insecure about her body after having a baby?

Husband Sukuna comforting Wife reader who's insecure about her body after having a baby

"He finally went to sleep" Sukuna said letting out a big sigh of relief as he sat down on the couch beside you.

As much as it was a blessing, being first time parents really took a toll on you both. It's only been 2 months so far and the baby has pretty much changed your life upside down. The dark circles visible in both of your faces say that enough.

"He kept crying even after you left to check the restaurant this morning" a displeased sigh left your mouth matching your husband's.

"I told you to sleep woman" Sukuna said gently grabbing your face into his hands as he observed the dark circles under your eyes, a concerned expression taking over his face.

"Tell that to your son, he's the one keeping me up"

"That's why I told you to call me if he started to give you shit. That's it, I'm closing the restaurant for 3 more weeks" Sukuna said, no almost like he scolded you.

"You're going to lose customers if you keep closing it like this" You voiced your concern because you know Sukuna didn't spend time in the restaurant more than 4 days since you have given birth. Everytime he had to leave he looked at you like he's leaving you alone in a Battlefield.

"That's not something you have to concern yourself with, I pay the workers anyway" He got up from the couch as he went to your shared bedroom and came back with a bag in his hands.

"Besides I already earned enough for my family to be comfortable, you know that" He said as he put the bag in your hands.

"what's this?" You asked curiously taking a peek inside the bag. A dress. A gorgeous tube dress with a large flower in the middle and cut out from the sides. You can never compete with Sukuna's taste when it comes to choosing clothes. He knows what looks good on you everytime and you never doubted his taste until maybe now.

You have given birth only 2 months ago, your post pregnancy belly and the stretch marks surrounding it is still pretty much visible, not to mention you are completely a different size from before. You anxiously check the inside of your dress to see the size Sukuna bought you, in deep down you wanted to check if Sukuna also took notice in your change of weight. But for some reason the size tag has been ripped off from the dress already. That sly bastard.

"Wear it, We are going out for dinner. I already called Choso so he will babysit tonight" Sukuna said as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. He wanted to make you happy, he really did. He didn't want you to remember the early part of your parenting journey as only stress. He thought maybe finally going out for dinner can be a good change for the both of you. But it didn't take him that long to notice the sour expression in your face.

"uh Kuna how about we-"

"No we are going, you have been inside the house for 2 months. You need this" he said in a stern voice leaving no room for arguments.

You sigh thinking of another way to not wear this dress.

"This looks expensive" That earned an eyebrow raise from Sukuna.

"of course it isn't. When the fuck have I ever bought you cheap shit?" Sukuna said like he's personally offended by your comment.

"That's not what i- Anyway maybe this is too much for a dinner" please work! Please work! You mentally chanted as you continued with the lie "I'm gonna save this for a special occasion".

Sukuna wore a dumb look on his face. Clearly trying to figure out what nonsense are you spouting because he can just buy you a new one? Like he always do?

You avoided meeting meeting Sukuna's gaze because that man can read you like a book.

"Woman what are you- And Why do you keep looking that way? Look at me" Sukuna said as he kneeled down in front you.

He cupped your face with one hand as he brought it closer to his face.

"spit it out"

You left out a sigh as you began telling him how you felt about your post pregnancy body and it didn't take long for Sukuna's face to drop. He felt like it was his fault that you felt this way. It's been few weeks since you two shared intimacy and Sukuna wasn't able to remind you how much devoted he is to your body even after you gave birth ( your doctor said 4 weeks of no sex but Sukuna being the protective husband he is, decided to wait atleast two months).

The moment you finished your explanation Sukuna picked you up into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently put you down the bed as he started to take off your shirt. You were a bit nervous at first but decided to let him do it anyway. The moment you see the scars visible in your belly you looked away hiding from Sukuna's gaze.

"Look at me, Don't look away"

Sukuna brought his face closer to your scars. First he ran his fingers through them. Like a blind man reading a book and touching it with care. Then his lips started to touch your skin. He kissed you softly slowly making his way around your scars. He kept bringing his eyes to yours reminding them to keep watching. Sukuna didn't miss a single scar, no. When he finally separated his lips from your body, you felt like he casted a spell on you. A purifying spell making all the negative energy around your body go away.

"You went through hell with the brat, those scars are reminders that how strong of a fight you put up. Scars or without scars you are still the same gorgeous woman I fell in love with 2 years ago" listening to Sukuna's words you can't help but let the tears fall down. How much lucky you must be to have this man in your life. If you could marry him again you would do it in a heartbeat.

"And don't you dare call my wife ugly I will fucking kill you"

That earned a giggle from your part as you smacked his chest playfully.

"Your wife must be a very lucky woman then" you murmured wrapping your arms around Sukuna's neck as you pull him into your embrace.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one"

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seungcheorry · 20 hours ago

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seokmin isn't that petty or childish. he knows you two have a full adult, functional life and that sometimes things get in between. he can fully understand that.

still, he can't help the pout that's on his lips or how he's frowning or how his arms are crossed, making him look like a toddler.

"i mean...", he says for the nth time. "it could be just a few hours, you know?"

you sigh, adjusting your phone so he can see you clearly. "i know, babe. but i really, really can't. i'm sorry. i promise i'm all yours this weekend."

"but my birthday is tomorrow, not on the weekend", he rolls his eyes, sighing too.

truth be told, seokmin doesn't know why he's so upset about not being able to see you on his birthday. sure, it sucks to not see someone you love and care so deeply, such as your partner, on such an important day - but again, he gets that you have to work. he understands that you can't just move your schedule around; hell, not even him can do it.

but it sucks. it just sucks and he can't help it.

"i'm sorryyyy", you say once again, slightly smiling at his sad face. "you're not even in korea right now, i don't know why you're doing this."

"ya, i'll be there tomorrow morning!", seokmin points a finger at you, holding back his laugh. "YOU could just come and see me at the airport, i can get my manager to sneak you in somehow, and then you can go to your office."

"my boss asked me to come in earlier tomorrow", you shrug.

"okay, so...", he thinks for a bit. "i can go meet you up so we can have lunch together."

"i've packed my lunch already."

"pack one for me too."

"there's not enough food", you shake your head.

seokmin groans. "okay, now you're just being mean. why don't you want to see me~?"

you fake cry, staring up at the ceiling, ready to punch your phone.

"babe, i told you, i'll just be busy..."

"nah, i did something, didn't i? you hate me!"

"i don't hate you, seokmin, i just-"

"then let's at least have dinner tomorrow night, you know mingyu and joshua wouldn't mind you coming."

"SEOKMIN!", you almost scream, making him shut up. "please stop finding a way for us to see each other tomorrow, don't make me tell you i've been planning a surprise party for you since christmas, a party you won't have if you keep annoying me."

and, just like a toddler, his eyes light up.

"oh my god, you did not!", he squeals like a little girl, his eyes and smile wide as they could be. "for real? like, are you really for real right now?"

when you nod, seokmin kicks his feet in the air, throwing his head back.

"baby, you didn't have to! oh my god, i've never had a surprise party before, should i act surprised? should i prank everyone and pretend to pass out? what are you gonna wear? we could match and-"

and so he goes, excited like a toddler - not like a guy who's about to turn 28 years old.

a/n: happy birthday to the light of my life, mr. lee seokmin. may you always he happy, always have this smile of yours, always feel loved and adored. thank you for making me smile and laugh, it means so much to me and my healing heart. i love you, dokyeomie. ❤️🍒

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kisses4reid · 3 days ago

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open up for once | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

synopsis - reader is used to doing things alone, working hard, never asking for help. the team gets worried when the behavior never changes, and few coincidences sets you off.

genre - angst w/ happy-ish ending, bau!reader x spencer,

warnings - crying, r hides emotions, works to hard, doesn’t ask for help. r has a tough childhood.

w/c - its short dw like barely 1k

a/n - sorry for my absence, graduating at the end of this year. i will write when i can!! thank u ❤️

Your eyes latched onto the man’s hands. Two files in his grip were angled towards Spencer.

“Here’s the basic case file. There’s boxes of evidence in interrogation room three, and more files can be found on our online system.” The man spoke to Spencer confidently and smiled, grabbing your attention. “If you need any help, give me a holler.” The peppered man grinned at Spencer like they had an inside joke, but Spencer didn’t react. He simply nodded, and started walking with you to the evidence filled room. A nerve ran down your spine.

“You okay?” Spencer glanced at you sideways and opened an oak door, revealing a room filled with boxes on boxes of labeled evidence. You shoulders sagged at the sight,

“Yeah, just tired.” You picked up the closest box and took it to the only free space on the table in the middle of the dim room. Spencer watched you from behind, eyes roaming your sage green blouse and the wrinkles that adjusted in your movements. He looked away.

You rolled your shoulders, thumbing through the files until you found one labeled with a victims surname. You leant on the desk and faced Spencer, ready to read out anything that stood out to you. But, something itched your brain.

“Do you want me to look at it?” He asked, moving towards you with one hand outstretched.

You clutched the file, the paper bending under your grasp. Seeing Spencer’s wider eyes, you cleared your throat and smiled, “No, it’s all good.”

You turned slightly, and ran a finger down the words in search for any connections. And for a minute you were focused, until Spencer took a file from the same box as you. You followed his hands with your sharp eyes and nearly rolled your eyes.

This was not like you, you did not roll your eyes. You don’t get angry, you didn’t get annoyed. Especially not at Spencer.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and plastered on a smile, “Sorry, Spencer. I need to go get some air.”

What was it? Was it Hotch sending Spencer to help you? Was it the officer assuming Spencer was in charge? Was it Spencer choosing to help you when there were plenty of other boxes that could be sorted?

You didn’t need help, you never did. All throughout school you hated group projects, you never asked teachers for clarification, never asked your parents for help with homework. Not that they would.

You walked through the halls, the very sound of your heels agitating you even more. You had never felt a wave of rage wash over you like you had then, you thought the saying was a lie.

Spencer watched you from the doorway, getting the hint that you needed space, but he couldn’t stop himself from speculating. The tension, the nerves, the fact that you had been on edge since last week. Well, come to think of it, when have you ever not been on edge? Spencer sighed, ran a hand down his face, and against his better judgement, followed you.

He found you 8 minutes later, slightly impressed by your distance travelled in such a short time, on a balcony looking down on the streets of New York City. Another murderer in the concrete jungle where dreams were made of. ‘Concrete jungle wet dream tomato’, as you liked to insist it was. You had your back to the door, arms wrapped around yourself in the chill, and your ponytail flew in the breeze. You looked ethereal to Spencer, like always. Something about your slightly red nose and the way you glanced back at him made you look even better.

You looked away nearly immediately, shutting your eyes closed and taking a deep breath. You didn’t expect to be out there alone for long, but 8 minutes?

“You okay?” Spencer asked, but you stayed silent. He met you on the edge of the balcony, his hands in his pockets and shoulder so close to yours it felt almost magnetic. You didn’t meet his gaze.

The fact that he had to ask, meant that you weren’t okay. It also meant that you had failed at concealing your emotions. He cleared his throat and followed your gaze down onto the busy streets.

“Did you know that over 800 languages are spoken in New York City? It’s the most linguistically diverse city in the world” He clenched his jaw, not exactly used to talking to someone he’s so used to hearing. You nodded.

He sighs.

And you both stand there for a bit.

Before the sun starts to set, and you finally speak up.

“Do you think I’m bad at my job?”

“What?”

“Do you think that, compared to the others in our team, I’m the least valuable. Or needed?” You finally looked up at him now, trying to read his reaction of you opening up - you barely have any conversations that could gain such a response.

“No not at all.”

“Then why do you, and the team, and everyone else, treat me like I’m less than?”

You faced him fully now, which he returned in extreme confusion. It seemed to come out of nowhere. His mouth was agape, but he had no answer.

“You were partnered with me because Hotch doesn’t trust me, the officer gave you the files because he thinks you’re more inclined to take charge, you started going through files I had already started going through.” Your voice raised slightly, arms flailing at your sides. You were so unfamiliar with this, opening up. So much so, that when you started, you couldn’t stop, “My parents never let me make decisions by myself, I was constantly ridiculed for asking for help, I’m constantly compared to others, and just when I thought I had found people that believed in me, everything switches!”

“I have never asked for help, I have never given the team my work, I’ve stayed behind every day to finish my work and I have never, ever, complained about working. So why?” Your voice started cracking, tears lining your lashes, “Why doesn’t anybody believe in me? Why am I so underestimated? I have proven to everyone, for my entire life, that I am capable. I don’t need help, I don’t need support. I- I- am fine- doing everything, everything!- by myself. So why now, does everyone seem to doubt me? What have I done, Spencer? Why don’t you trust me?” You took a deep breath and widened your eyes when you realise how close you had gotten to Spencer, how loud you had gotten, how many tears had fallen, and how much you had just revealed to a man you wanted to protect from your flaws the most.

Your chest rises and falls at a rapid pace as you take a few steps back, gripping one hand on the concrete railing. “Sorry, I… I haven’t been getting sleep lately. Sorry.”

Spencer’s quiet, lets you breathe, the fact that you haven’t run away is already a good sign. He searches your face for any more reason, and starts.

“We don’t underestimate you, especially not me.”

You raise your head.

“We aren’t… doubting you. Hotch has been worried about you.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Me?” Spencer’s heart nearly crumbles at your surprise that someone would be thinking about you.

“Yes. Like you said, you leave work late, you never ask for help, you’re the most closed off in the team. At first, we thought you were just nervous about being in a new team but it’s been… nearly two years.” He looks you up and down, “You haven’t opened up one bit. At least not to him… only, me. That’s why he partnered me with you, not because he doubted your intelligence or capabilities. He doubted your stability.”

Spencer watched your hair drag behind you as you avoided his eyes once again, pinning your attention on the street below. Your cheeks shone slightly from the unwiped tears.

“I chose to go through the same box as you because I wanted to stay close to you.” He admitted.

You blink, a wave of sadness, anger, and somewhat relief rolling over you. You took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to… open up. Opening up is weak- was weak. Crying, complaining, asking for help… everything was weak.” You met his eyes again and you swore he sighed from relief, “I’m sorry for crying, and yelling. I’m sorry for wasting your time. But…”

You closed your eyes, fighting your instincts and learnt avoidance.

“I’m not sorry, for telling you. You’re probably the best person this could’ve happened with. Thank you.”

Spencer nodded, and smiled slightly. He reached out, pushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“That’s what I’m here for. Always.”

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nothing to say- l.norris

summary: based off of harry and karen's story in love actually

pairing: cheating! lando norris x fem! girlfriend! reader

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Lando had been quiet all evening. Actually, he’d been quiet since the end of the season. You’d put up with it for months, being the ever-loving girlfriend and doting on him, leaving him alone when he asked you to, and everything else. But he was still quiet. He’d be his regular loud and happy self when you were around friends, but the moment it was just you two, or even you two were near each other remotely, he shut down. You felt like you were the problem, like you’d done something wrong, and he wasn’t happy. You didn’t talk anymore, barely kissed, hadn’t had sex in months. He was more like a roommate than a boyfriend, and the whole PR relationship he had going on with Rebecca (some model who worked for Quadrant) wasn’t helping. They had to be seen together, they had to spend Valentine’s together, they had to spend your birthday together.

“Lan?” your voice was laced with nerves and questioning, wondering if you should even do this.

He grunted in response, eating his lunch quickly.

“Are you happy?” you asked and his head snapped up, his eyes wide.

“What do you mean?” he asked, shocked at your words.

“I mean are you happy in our relationship?” you questioned.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked the question, but there was a glimmer in his eye that gave it away. He knew what you were talking about.

“We’re not really… dating anymore, are we?” you chuckled sadly. “We’re more like roommates.”

He shook his head, trying to find something to say, but… he had nothing to say.

“Did you buy that gold necklace for her?” you asked, straight up.

He was quiet, and then he nodded. He knew what you were talking about, your dream necklace, the one you’d been saving for your entire adult life. He’d bought it, but he’d given it to her. “Yes.”

“How long has this been going on?” you asked, pushing past the lump in your throat that was building. You were crushed. The man you loved was having an affair. Great.

He sighed. “A few months.”

You scoffed, looking down at your lap. “Wow. Great,” you took a deep breath. “What would you do in my shoes?”

He couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Would you wait around to find out if it was just a necklace? Or if it’s a necklace and sex? Or if it’s a necklace, and you’re actually fucking in love with someone else, someone who isn’t me, and then I have to deal with the fact that I was lovable enough to be loved by you, but not enough to have you keep loving me,” you gritted out as you willed yourself not to cry. “Would you stay, even though you knew your life would always be just that bit worse?”

You stared at him, your eyes brimming with tears, and an angry look on your face.

He stared back. “I’m so in love with her,” he admitted. “And it’s so stupid, I feel like an idiot,” he shook his head, placing his head in his hands.

“Yes, but,” your voice broke. “You’ve also made me an idiot,” you whispered as one single tear fell down your cheek. “You’ve made my life idiotic too.”

You both sat there, in that silence.

“I gave up everything for you,” you whispered. “I followed you around the world like the good little girlfriend I was, all for you to drop me for someone else. Someone who doesn’t even love you back,” you spat. “I hope you find something good in that relationship Lando, and I hope I hear nothing about it,” you said before getting up from that table, and leaving him forever.

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seitmai · 23 hours ago

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Many thoughts

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots. The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Good god I get that 🥴

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

Nooo

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity.

💔💔💔

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

Mood

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips. There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain. Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

The checking that she is not drooling? Reasonable 🤭

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye. Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you. “If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.” “Bucky. I need to. Please.” His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back. “Then go,” he said, voice emotional.

Nooo not again, even him directly addressing it..

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think. Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

He is not doing well 🥺

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised. “What?” “You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.” Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

To be loved it to be known 🫶🏻

“I’m fine, Bucky.” “I sent something over.” “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

🥺🥺🥺

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

This is not good...

“But….I’m on birth control.” You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you. “You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?” You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this. It all made sense now. The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known.

Ahh a lot makes sense now!

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

Hahahah omg 😂

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

Can't interupt them. They are probably busy working on a baby on their own 😅

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.” “Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.” You chewed your lip, still unsure. “You think so, Ma?” “Baby, I know so.”

For personal reasons I'm highly critical to say "Moms always know what's best!" But in this case? Absolutely true, listen to you mom!

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

🥺🥺🥺

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

Good for him!

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him. Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance. For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

🥰🥰🥰

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal. Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half. You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

Wow what a way to hide a ring 🤭

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty. “And I want forever with you.” You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered. Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

She's so real for this reaction haha

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.” Bucky looked at him, emotional. “Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

He is more than ready and willing to do it

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.” “It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.” “Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

I'm so glad they have each other and their special relationship 🫶🏻 what an important talk for them

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

This is so them haha

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process. “I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion. “It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.” Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises. “My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

🥹🥹🥹

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright.

They just need each other 🥹❤️

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He is so ready and happy 🥰

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” “There’s something else, Bucky…” You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved. “I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

What a perfect reaction 🥹🥰

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

🤭🤭🤭

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.” He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes. “Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.” You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

What a way to get her out of her head 🤭

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.” You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists. “You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.”

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Haha fair

🥰🥰🥰

Answer Love’s Call

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and he fell in love. He is about to propose. But something is off. You need time to come to terms about what this love will mean in the future. And how in the world you will deal with it.

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Okay, we're at Christmas. 😅 Hey guys. This one is close to my heart. Some of this is very personal to me, as a high functioning person who might be a little bit different. I hope you enjoy this.

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VII.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! LOTS of angst, Frumoasa is spiraling, y'all, running away, a sexy ex, jealous, spiraling Bucky, a doctor's visit surprise, Frumoasa is not nero-typical, a beautiful mountain chalet Christmas, Steve x Peach, extended family, an icicle surprise, and Bucky helps Frumoasa relax, hard. Dom/sub elements, references to bdsm, use of 'Daddy,' oral (m receiving) spanking, anal play, attempted edging, raw p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, yeah. :)

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The day after the gala, you woke up with your head pounding. You were over warm, and your heart was beating fast, although you could hear Bucky’s steady breathing beside you.

You turned and watched him for a moment, his handsome face relaxed and also, strangely, confident.

He looked so sure, so steady.

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots.

It might have been too much champagne, or it might have been the rollercoaster of emotions from the entire day before.

Your thoughts were all over the place about you and Bucky. Next week, you would be at the cabin in Vermont for the holidays, and he was planning to propose there.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Bucky stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for you. You let him pull you close, and you kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Your body, as always, responded to him. Hell, the day before you’d practically attacked him. Something about the way he looked lately was making you feral.

“Morning,” you responded.

He opened those beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and peered at you through his eyelashes.

“You good?”

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

So you gave him the easy answer.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled, content with your answer, and closed his eyes again.

You two had tumbled into bed after the gala, very much under the influence. If Bucky had been fully awake, he would have noticed that you were not, in fact, good.

You kissed his forehead and whispered that you were getting up to pee, which earned a grunt, a nod, and side smile.

You went to the kitchen and some tea to soothe your headache and some eggs for your stomach and then sat at the bar and ate, staring out onto the landscape of New York City at Christmastime.

You had time to really sit with your thoughts. You hadn’t lied to Peach. She and Steve were perfect together; and they’d done what felt right, what made sense for them.

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity.

Bucky Barnes pulled that out of you, but right now you were feeling unsafe, out of control.

You were wrapped up in too many feelings: the drug of loving Bucky, the extreme high of sex with him, and then your own anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

Steve and Peach were headed to Atlanta today and then on to Vermont to spend a few days on a mini-moon before everyone arrived on the 23rd.

Your phone, which had been plugged up on the bar, started to vibrate, and you saw that it was your mother. You also saw that she had called twice before.

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

You silenced the call and then walked through the bedroom into the closet and grabbed one of the expensive luggage pieces that Bucky’d bought you.

Maybe a few days at your place would help you sort things out.

—---

In the middle of packing, you turned to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression pure frustration.

There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain.

Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

“Frumoasa, what’s going on?”

His voice was tight, controlled, but barely.

You shook your head, feeling crazy. You gripped the t-shirt (of his) you’d been packing in your hands.

“I just... I need some time,” you admitted. “Before Vermont.”

His jaw clenched and those eyes blazed.

“Time for what?”

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye.

Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you.

“If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.”

You swallowed, finally meeting his blue, blue eyes.

“I just need to figure some things out first.”

His frustration emanated from him for a minute, and then, suddenly, he reached for you, pulling you against him. You melted against his hard body, like always.

“Do you want to go to Connecticut? Right now?… Because if so…”

His voice was softer now, his fingers carding through your curls. But what he said made you panic.

“No! It’s not that, Bucky…”

“If you’re doubting us….”

His voice was plaintive now and your breath caught as his scent and his warmth surrounded you. You wanted to fall into him, to let him chase away every uncertainty.

But you needed to stand on your own two feet.

“I just need space,” you whispered, even as your hands reached up and clasped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

Bucky’s forehead rested against yours.

“You say that, but I can tell that you don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

Your heart thundered.

“Bucky. I need to. Please.”

His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back.

“Then go,” he said, voice emotional.

He turned and walked out of the door, giving you a wide berth as you finished packing.

You cried as Nico drove you to your brownstone, and went straight to bed when you got there. You were emotionally exhausted.

—-

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think.

Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

It didn’t make sense. The day before had been so much fun. You’d had great sex, and you looked amazing for the gala. Then there was the happy surprise about Steve and Peach.

He knew that you were over the moon for those two, but something was going on.

Had he taken too much time to propose?

But you’d only been together for a little over three months. He couldn’t help that Steve and Peach were crazy people who did crazy things.

Bucky was surer than sure that he and you belonged together.

Now you just needed to come to the same realization.

And he wasn’t going to force you.

—--

You stayed inside the entire next day, Sunday, feeling lethargic. Normally you’d be brunching or cooking with Bucky, relaxing and doing something fun.

You missed him and wondered why you weren’t with him.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Bucky.

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a knee up to your chest as you curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” he echoed. Damn, his voice did things to you.

“How are you?”

A lump formed in your throat at the longing in his voice.

“I’m okay...”

Silence.

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised.

“What?”

“You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.”

Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

“I’m fine, Bucky.”

“I sent something over.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Nico with a delivery bag, the scent of thai food in the air. Your chest tightened as you looked up at Nico.

“Bucky...” you whispered into the phone.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hung up and tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the food from Nico. You gave him a hug and said goodbye and then held the warm container in your hands behind a closed door.

One thing was for sure, James Buchanan Barnes still knew exactly how to love you, even when you were running from him.

—-

The next few days were busy. You had to tie up year end things at the Center to prepare for the three week holiday shut down. You threw yourself into it and tried not to miss Bucky too much even though you two shared brief check-ins.

But your thoughts were scattered, your headache wouldn’t go away, and your stomach was unsettled. Plus, your emotions were on a rollercoaster.

You made a doctor’s appointment for Thursday. You didn’t want to bring a bug to the cabin to spread to everyone.

On Wednesday you got a visit from an old friend.

Around noon, you turned around to a different version of blue-eyed and tall, dark, and handsome.

“Terry!”

Your last ex-boyfriend was standing in your place of work.

“Hey girl. You looking good.”

You flushed at that smile and the way he eyed you was reminiscent of times gone by. And that voice. That was a thing once upon a time.

“Terry, What are you doing here?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head at you.

“I can’t get a hug?”

You swatted at his arm and obliged, as Nico pulled out his phone to call Bucky outside.

—--

As soon as you walked in your door that afternoon your phone rang.

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

You pulled back and stared at your phone. Then you realized. Fucking Nico.

“Bucky, what the hell–”

Bucky interrupted you.

“I had to know you were safe, and then I’m told that you had a date with this guy Richmond.I wavered between coming to kill him immediately and letting you make your choice and tell me yourself, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Bucky…”

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N!”

“You gonna let me talk?”

Bucky was silent.

“The truth is I had lunch with an ex who also was a good friend to talk about his upcoming wedding.”

There was silence on the line. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

You sucked your teeth.

“Anything else you wanna know, James?”

“Frumoasa, I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t Bucky. I’ll see you in a couple of days. Bye.”

You hung up and cried, yet again.

You didn’t know what was happening.

—---

The next day, you sat on the crinkly paper in your Doctor Phillips’ office in complete shock.

She reached out and shut your mouth for you because it was hanging open.

“But….I’m on birth control.”

You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you.

“You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?”

You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this.

It all made sense now.

The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known.

It wasn’t just about you and Bucky.

It was about this.

A baby.

“Well, speaking of sex, I have a kind of... A delicate question.”

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

—-

Your mother was silent for a long time before whispering, “Oh, sweetheart...”

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

You also knew that she would tell Steve and he would tell…

“Bucky doesn’t know yet.”

Another long pause.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?”

You swallowed.

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.”

You chewed your lip, still unsure.

“You think so, Ma?”

“Baby, I know so.”

As you spoke, you received pics of Steve and Peach looking deliriously happy in Vermont, glowing with happiness. They’d sent it to both of you. You cried on the phone with your mother and came to a decision.

When you hung up, you started packing.

—--

On Friday afternoon, you landed in Stowe and Nico was there to pick you up.

You were glad to see him despite the drama with Terry. The 30 minute drive was quiet and serene, beautiful on snow plowed roads.

When the chalet came into view, you gasped.

It was picture-perfect, nestled deep in the Vermont mountains, blanketed in fresh snow. Twinkling lights lined the porch railings and they made Bucky, who was standing on the front porch waiting for you, look mysterious.

It was idyllic.

As you exited the SUV, Bucky came down and extended his hand to help you up the snow covered stairs. You looked up at him and he was staring at you with those ice blue eyes.

—-

You stood there, looking up at him, and and Bucky thought, fuck, she’s gorgeous. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again. His eyes traced the thick curves that made his blood run hot, and those eyes that are wide and still uncertain made him a little weak.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

He didn’t know why you ran from him earlier in the week, but damn, he was certain that he would run through any wall for you.

Bucky bit his lip and his hands instinctively balled into fists as he took you in.

Your sweater accented your full breasts and he swore he saw the thick, stiff peaks of your nipples through it, making him thirsty. Your jeans molded thick thighs and wide hips that make his cock throb.

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

—

Bucky’s breath made vapors in the cold air and his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed you, pulling you into his arms.

“You came back to me,” he murmured against your hair, his voice rough. “I’m sorry about the other day, Frumoasă. I’ve been crazy since you left.”

You pressed your face to his chest, a lump forming in your throat.

“Yeah, that was crazy, but I get it, Bucky.”

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I had to come. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

His hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours, slow and searching.

“Then don’t leave me. Ever again, Frumoasă.”

You nodded and clung to him, sniffling.

He pulled back and looked down at you.

“Let’s get you out of this cold.”

Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and the chalet was decorated for the holidays with a huge tree with a massive stone fireplace. The view in the waning afternoon sunlight was of the mountains, and it was gorgeous.

“Wow, Bucky.”

He was taking your coat as you took in the sights. Of course the place was top notch.

“Where are the happy couple?”

Bucky chuckled.

“Their chalet is down the road. Rebirth owns this property and there are three other chalets just like this.”

You thought you were used to how rich Bucky was, but this rocked you. This was quite a world you might be committing to.

“Yeah, they need privacy. Probably fucking each other on every available surface.”

Bucky laughed. And then raised his eyebrow at you, eyes dark.

“It seems the thing to do.”

You grew warm and cleared your throat as he licked his lips.

“Where is my room?”

Bucky gave you an ominous look and moved closer.

“Oh, we have more than enough rooms for everyone, Frumoasă. But I’m not spending one more night away from you.”

Your body reacted despite you, causing you to stutter.

“B-but my mother–”

“--Almost insisted on it when I spoke to her earlier this week. She told me she spoke to you the other day. They are only here for one night, it will be fine.”

You followed him into the master suite, your wheels turning.

“What all did Karen have to say?”

Did Bucky know? He couldn’t know. Your mom wouldn’t do that.

“She just told me you’ve always had a habit of pushing people away when you feel like you’re losing control.”

You sighed in relief. She hadn’t told him.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to understand. Because I love you. And I want to fix it.”

You sighed and relaxed a little. Bucky still wanted you. You took his hand.

“Nothing is broken, Bucky. I’m sorry I ran from you. I was questioning myself. Not you.”

“Okay.”

But he looked uncertain. Could you have decided that you didn’t need him after all? That you didn’t want him?

You started to walk away to find the bedroom and Bucky pulled you back to him by catching one of your hands. He pressed himself against you and looked down into your eyes.

“Frumoasă,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

“Tell me you still want us.”

“I still want us. I need us, Bucky. You’re right. I was feeling out of control, but yesterday I realized that what may be coming for us is some beautiful chaos. And if you’ll help me, I’m ready for it.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and then your fingers pulled on his sweater and your lips met his.

The kiss was almost brand new, the tension between you arcing like electricity. He kissed you back with everything he had, his hands roaming all over your body.

It was heated. It was urgent as a motherfucker.

And it was everything you two hadn’t been able to say.

“Later, we will talk about control.”

Bucky ran his thumb over your lips as he looked like he had delicious sensual plans for you later. He let you go just as your panties got ruined.

—--

That afternoon, your mother and Ray arrived just after Steve and Peach came over to make pizzas in the custom pizza oven for dinner. After that, you all decorated the Christmas tree around the fireplace.

It was picture perfect, with you and Peach drooling over Bucky and Steve in their fair isle sweaters. You had a lot of fun, and you drank water all night long. You caught up with Peach, warm in the glow of the love of everyone most important to you.

Bucky watched you, curious about what was different about you, but didn’t say anything.

By the time the night was over, you crashed, sleep overtaking you almost before your head hit the pillow. Bucky didn’t complain, he just held you close, thankful that you were back in his arms.

On Christmas Eve morning, some ventured out to ski and snowboard. You pleaded a headache and Bucky didn’t question you, but he filed that away for later. You and your mom stayed inside as you warned everyone else to be careful. You shook your head at Peach’s daredevil antics, but Peach was gonna Peach.

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

You and your mom talked about a lot. And a lightbulb went off in your head. Your mom was teary and you were amazed that it took over 30 years for you both to realize. But it was going to be okay.

Steve and Peach were in their own world, stealing kisses by the fireplace, by the tree, lost in their honeymoon bliss. You watched them, their happiness so effortless, so light, and you knew that you could be there too, with Bucky.

Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance.

For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

After Christmas Eve brunch, you curled up with your hot cocoa and a book by the window by which Bucky and Steve built a snowman earlier.

Peach wouldn’t let you live your life in peace, because she insisted on recounting the time you two got into a fight over homework when you were eleven. Your mother was joining in, supplying details to Ray and Steve and to Bucky, who was paying attention, stealing glances at you and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.

“And then she says, ‘How dare you ask me if I need help, I don’t need your help—’”

A loud CRACK interrupted Peach’s story, and a resounding thunk echoed from the eaves of the cabin.

Everyone jumped, looking toward the porch as a massive icicle snapped from the roof, crashing into the snow.

“Whoa,” Peach said, blinking. “That thing could’ve killed someone.”

You looked at Bucky. And he looked pleased with himself. You were instantly suspicious.

“Oh, wow,” he said, standing up and walking toward the door.

“That’s crazy. Totally random.”

Steve scoffed and Peach shot him a look. They knew something.

“Bucky…”

He ignored you, opening the door and crouching down in the snow, picking up the icicle like it was some priceless artifact.

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal.

Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half.

You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes soft, full of something so deep and certain that it stole the air from your lungs. Your entire body went still. And it was just you and Bucky.

His warm smile and the way the love in his eyes as he popped the box open to reveal a breathtaking and huge emerald cut diamond ring that looked like a block of ice and sparkled like the snow.

Everybody went silent.

Bucky exhaled, then spoke, his voice steady but thick.

“For years, I thought I had everything I needed,” he said, the words warm despite the crisp night outside.

“But then you came along. And suddenly, nothing felt full unless you were in it. Not my house, not my days, not my arms.”

Everyone leaned in, watching and waiting.

Bucky took a deep breath, then, finally, sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty.

“And I want forever with you.”

You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“Y/N/L/N, Will you marry me?”

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped you. And then, without thinking, you threw yourself at him, knocking you both back onto the floor.

“YES!” you shouted, kissing him senseless as the entire family erupted into cheers.

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

Steve clapped Bucky on the back and gave him a hug as he helped him up.

You and Peach and your mom were cooing over the ring as the men watched.

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.” Bucky looked at him, emotional.

“Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

——

After Bucky and Steve drove your parents to the airport to be in Brooklyn for Ray’s grandkids’ Christmas morning, you and Peach had a good long talk about everything but the baby. You had to tell Bucky next.

But you did tell her about your other realization.

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.”

“It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.”

“Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

Peach grinned at you as you laughed. Bucky and Steve walked in right at that moment.

“Oh shit, Steve. Seems like we came back just in time.”

You shook your head as Bucky came and sat on the couch between you two and reached into the bowl of popcorn you’d been sharing. Steve just reached for Peach and she floated up into his arms.

“On second thought I think I’ll let Steve tell me about it in our chalet. Oh!”

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

Bucky was looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, and you leaned over to kiss him, licking the butter off of his lips.

“What were we saying about a praise kink, my beautiful good girl?”

You shivered and bit your lip, but scooted away from him on the sofa. You couldn’t be distracted.

“Can we talk about that later? I’ve got something to tell you.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, then did somersaults. Had you been too embarrassed to tell him no earlier? Were you going to dump him? He nodded and took your hand, twisting the huge rock on your finger. He was unable to form coherent words, he was so worried.

“Bucky…I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He pulled back slightly, mind spinning as the room seemed to shift around him.

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process.

“I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion.

“It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises.

“My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

“You okay with this? I know this wasn’t in your plans–”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright.

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He looked into your eyes and saw relief, but anxiety was still there.

“Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. And this time, I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” you were breathless at his certainty.

He leaned in, kissing you softly but passionately.

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“There’s something else, Bucky…”

You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

“I see.”

Bucky stood up, you in his arms.

“Let’s go to bed.”

He walked into the beautiful bedroom with the huge picture window looking out onto the winter night. There was lots of moonlight reflected into the room from the snow, even with the lights off.

He laid you on the bed and you rolled away from him, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. He gave you an incredulous look as you fiddled with it.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip, a little bit afraid. God you needed that feeling. To turn your brain off.

“I asked Dr. Phillips a few specific questions about sex during pregnancy.”

Bucky stared at you.

“About rougher sex…” You gulped as he raised his eyebrow. “I forwarded an article.”

Bucky walked around the bed and took his phone in hand, glancing at it, and then at you, a smirk on his face. You scrambled back as you scurried into the bathroom.

“Gonna take a shower, be right back.”

You tried to turn your brain off as you went under the hot water jets. But what you truly needed was in the next room.

You came back in and Bucky was standing by the bed, in just his jeans, shirtless. The fire was roaring and he looked cold. You shuddered as he pointed to the furry rug by the bed.

You obeyed, shedding your robe and kneeling, eyes cast down. You saw his bare feet come to stand in front of you.

He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes.

“Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.”

You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

He tapped you on your jaw lightly.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky smiled at that, but then the sunshine went away. His smile dropped.

“And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes shuttered at your hoarse tone, but he stayed strong. His hands went for his zipper and you wiggled, your wetness seeping down your naked thighs. He smacked you in the face with his cock and you suppressed a giggle.

“Stay still.”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Let me see that throat.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and saying, ‘ahhhhh.’

Bucky stroked himself right there in front of you as you drooled for him.

“That’s a sweet little slut. Suck me just a little bit, baby. That mouth last week was heaven.”

He rubbed the tip of his flared head along your lips and then groaned as those lips closed around him. You sucked it like it’s the best lollipop you’d ever had.

“Fuck!”

His voice was deeper now, and it made you even wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed around his cock because you were in heaven. There was just this.

Just now.

You tried to take him deeper, but he didn’t let you, dragging you up gently by your arm. You stood as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached for you, gracefully depositing him across his lap due to his strength. Your breasts just happened to end up atop his hard cock as his large hand caressed your ass.

“You deserve a spanking for leaving me, Frumoasa. Three on each side. Count. And that is the only sound I should hear.”

You were disappointed at so few, but you knew he was going easy on you. Yet you didn’t try to push him. Not tonight.

Bucky spanked you hard, three times on each cheek, and you counted dutifully, your voice growing more ragged with each crack on your ass.

“Goood fucking girl. You took those so well.”

He reached down into your wetness with two as you squirmed on his lap because of his teasing. You wanted him inside you so bad.

“Fuck, you’re soooo wet.”

His voice was full of lust and you felt his cock pulse pre cum onto your nipples. You pussy was clenching and pulsing like crazy.

Bucky smeared your juices up and around your anus, careful not to penetrate, but driving you mad as the rough pad of his fingers played outside. You wantonly tried to push back on him, but he doesn’t let you.

Bucky tsks.

“Remember, you are not in control right now. I am. That is what you need, my Love.”

His words hit you like a mack truck and your orgasm came without warning, crashing over you as your sensitive cunt clenched down around nothing.

“Damn, Frumoasă,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I barely touched you. But I told you to ask permission. You’ll answer for that later.”

You shivered as Bucky shifted, picking you up and depositing you on your back, spreading your legs and looking at your glistening center. A thin web of his precum connected his cock to your tis, and he took himself in one hand as he smeared his fluid around your nipples.

You shuddered and bit back a moan. You were so sensitive.

His eyes were glued to your wet center as you watched his hand almost blur on his cock. You arched your back.

He tilted his head as that tongue snaked out against his lips.

“…Are you…?” His eyes slid down your body and back up to your eyes.

“Cum for me again, Frumoasă.”

You did are you were told, arching as he rubbed your nipples and twisted them gently.

“Damn. So responsive. For me. So good.”

He was climbing on the bed, kneeling between your open legs now. Then he was on top of you, kissing you, his tongue twining with yours as his cock rubbed against her cunt. Finally, he plunged inside you.

“Yesssss,” you hissed. Every thrust made you writhe beneath him. Bucky’s cock was perfect, filling her just right.

Your eyes sought his.

“Can I make noise now?”

Bucky covered your mouth in another deep kiss.

“Yes, Frumoasă. Let me hear you.”

His hands slid down to cup your ass, holding you close as he increased his pace.

“Tighter,” you whimpered. “Harder.”

“All for you,” Bucky promised. Your pussy fluttered around him.

“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.

“Never,” Bucky soothed, stroking your thighs. “I’ll never let you go.”

You writhed as he held you down firmly, driving faster.

“Bucky!”

You grew more frantic beneath him, and he lengthened his strokes, anchoring your arms to the pillow. His cock throbbed inside you, causing you to cry out. He leaned down and blew on your nipples and you keened, then he captured your lips, and you kissed him back like you were starving.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.”

You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists.

“You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.”

“Say it again,” you begged.

“My good, good girl,” he whispered

“I’m going to come inside you, because that’s where I belong. We’re going to make lots of beautiful babies, Frumoasă. Now cum around my cock.”

You let out a wail. Your mind went blank as Bucky thrust deep inside you, pouring all his cum into you.

All you could see and feel was him.

Finally, he pulled out, looking utterly dazed, and kissed you on the forehead.

“I fucking love you, Bucky.”

His arms came up around you.

“I love you too. I love everything about you. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You were sated, excited and calm now.

“We should tell Peach and Steve.”

“Later,” you said at the same time, and burst out laughing.

“But let’s not wait too long,” you said.

“Tomorrow,” Bucky murmured.

“After I make you breakfast?”

He kissed you on the nose.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Daddy.”

You climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your back as you felt his cock perk up again.

“Daddy…”

You sat up on him, rolling your hips. Bucky looked at you, his eyes on your swaying, and yes bigger breasts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…”

You moved to get off of him.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Bucky grabbed you and hauled your leg so that you were straddling him again. His grin wide.

“Get that ass back here…”

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

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rekino2114 · 3 days ago

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Genderbent Rin Itoshi with a male reader who was cheated on by Sae Itoshi

Fem!rin itoshi with a reader who was cheated on by fem!sae

A/n:this request was so good and I got into this so much, so thanks for requesting

You were always friends with the itoshi sisters, you spent the majority of your evenings playing football with them and getting ice cream together. You practically lived in their house and always used any moment you could to spend time with them, They were your best friends but little did you know that both of them had started to develop more feelings than just friendship for you.

In the meantime, you started thinking about the same thing. Did you have feelings for the two sisters? you loved their presence, and they were both undoubtedly beautiful, not to mention that just being near them made your heart flutter in a way it never had before. You quickly realized you did indeed have a crush but the problem was that you also realized that you had said crush on both rin and sae.

You had no idea what to do so to try and not ruin your great friendship and maybe even their sisterly bond you tried your best to repress your feelings for both of them.

That was until on one Valentine's Day in high school sae confessed to you, in that moment you felt it again, that love that made your heart flutter and immediately accepted the pink haired girl's confession. Your acceptance was met with a wide smile and a hug from sae. Your relationship was a happy but short one

Because a few months later she left for Spain to go play for re-al, leaving you and rin to keep your dream of becoming the best trio of strikers in the world alive. You still remember when she kissed you before leaving, saying that she would be going to become the best striker in the world, that moment feels like an impossible dream now.

During sae's leave you and rin became way closer, playing together and basically only passing to each other during games, you both told yourselves that you needed to become better for sae that when she would come back you would need to be near her level, just playing with you made rin feel something, that love she had worked so long to suppress, she couldn't do it, you were sae's boyfriend and no matter how much her heart yearned for you she loved her sister too much to do something so horrible like stealing you from her, so she just did what she was already used to and buried her love for you even deeper in her heart.

But everything changed when sae came back from Spain. She called you and said she had an important thing she needed to discuss with you so you waited for her at your house and when you opened the door you saw her but you immediately knew something was different.

Her gaze was almost colder than the snow outside, and her face wasn't even trying to make the faintest of smiles. you offered her a chair, but she refused, telling you that what she was going to be quick

"Our relationship is over, I met another man in Spain and I've been dating him for a while, goodbye"

Before you had the time to process what she said, she just left, the same coldness on her face. You just started crying and thinking about everything. What did you do wrong? Why did sae seem so cold? What happened to her? Or was she just sick of you?

You had nothing else to do so you decided to call the person that had never abandoned you and that you always felt something for: rin.

Rin was not ready to deal with anything after what sae said to her in the football field, but she had promised to herself that she'd do anything for you and hearing your crying voice on the phone broke her heart, she quickly rushed to your house with her heart in her throat, she knew her sister had something to do with this.

Seeing you so sad and miserable with tears flowing down your eyes awoke something in rin, she wanted to destroy whoever did this to you and when she heard the word sae spill from your mouth at her question a really small part of her was happy only because she had even more of a reason to destroy her.

When you fully explained what happened you could have sworn you saw her eyes turn black and her pupils becoming buzzsaw like, but your thoughts were interrupted by the younger itoshi hugging you incredibly tightly and letting you cry on her chest while she talked

"Listen y/n you did nothing wrong, it's sae who's........she's not my sister anymore, I don't know what happened to her but I don't care, she was horrible to me too but what she did to you was just unforgivable, she threw away the best boyfriend she could have had like it's nothing, you're amazing y/n please just know that there is someone who loves you and will never leave you"

Before you could figure out who she was talking about, rin instinctively crashed her lips into yours, her kiss felt amazing. It was like she reanimated the heart sae had stepped on, right in that moment all of the love you ever felt for rin resurfaced and you saw her as what she actually was, the true love of your life, someone who would never abandon you and would always love you

You two continued kissing for a while and then started cuddling, your head still on her chest and your body wrapped in her arms, sweet whispers that promised to keep you safe and to love you forever filled your ears as you closed your eyes, promises that rin was 100% sure she was going to maintain.

Looking at your adorable sleeping face made rin even more angry, not only did that bitch reject their dream and stepped on it like it was nothing she also did the same with you, with the most perfect and adorable guy in the world, she was going to show her how wrong she was. That dream was no longer sae's now just like you were longer hers, rin and you were going to become the best strikers in the world and reject her like she did to the both of you, walking hand in hand in front of her defeat.

The next day, you two talked it over, and your relationship with rin officially started, a much longer and happier one. You couldn't be happier when the letter to join blue lock arrived, that was the place you were going to hone your skills in to defeat sae.

You always stayed together in the facility. During lunch, sleep, training, and especially matches, it looked like you two were the only ones on the field with your perfect chemistry and skills. All of your teammates joked about how rin's coldness melted instantly whenever she talked to you, but they were quickly shut up by a glare from the turquoise eyed girl, as if she was going to treat you coldly after what you went through.

When the u-20 match was announced, the fire in your souls burned even brighter. That was the occasion in which you were going to destroy sae. You had to stop each other from training yourselves to death on multiple occasions, but you both knew that the reason was worth the effort, you needed to show sae how wrong she was.

The night before the match, you couldn't sleep, and your girlfriend who, as always, had her arms wrapped around you comforted you like only the girl of your dreams could.

"Y/n......I understand why you're nervous, but don't be, we will win tomorrow, we'll show that shitty excuse for a sister who the strongests really are, we're going to destroy her and become the best strikers in the world......together, like we always do everything, I'll personally kiss you in front of her to show her what she missed on, you're perfect my love, don't let that bitch get to you, I'm here now.....and always"

She kissed you one more time and tightened her hold around you, starting to play with your hair and lull you to sleep with her sweet words, just like she did on the day you became a couple, on the day you both started your true life, a life together that sae was never going to ruin, rin loved you too much to let that happen, she was going to protect you from everything, especially from that girl who dared tell you she lived you once

"I love you y/n.......good night, and tomorrow, we're going to get our revenge"

As she said those words rin started to fall asleep too, looking at your beautiful face one last time and smiling, because she had you, she had healed your heart and she was never going to let anyone hurt it again.

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blueishspace · 2 days ago

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(Something old and new, borrowed and blue p166)

Jimmy: Well, what did you think about?

Scott: My Jimmy, what else?

Jimmy: Should have expected that honestly.

Scott: When we got married, I think all I wanted was to settle down here with him and wait for the worst to be over. We could live here peacefully and not get too involved with anything.

Jimmy: That was never going to work out in this game.

Scott: I suppose I already knew it, the moment one of the others turned red then everything we had built would have crumbled. Even so, even if it had worked out... I don't think he would have been happy.

Jimmy: I wouldn't have been so I doubt any other me would have.

Scott: He wanted more, to do something, be active in what happened... and then he died to Tango's stupid lave game and you took his place. Coming from another world and from another time, what was it called again?

Jimmy: ...Double Life.

Scott: Double Life, yes, and you came and shook the statues quo by the throat.

Jimmy: Thank...you? I really can't tell what you are going with this.

Scott: Listen to me, I'm about to say something I very rarely tell other people...You were right.

Jimmy: I mean, of course, I was! I'm always in the right...what am I right about?

Scott: The treating you and my Jimmy like a child thing...

Jimmy: Oh!... You literally just fought with me over me being wrong about that before running off crying.

"His breath hithes before a long sigh"

Scott: I changed my mind, do you have a problem with me agreeing with you?

Jimmy: Oh no! Go ahead.

Scott: I knew he wanted more... and I guess I was too scared of loosing him to one of the many dangers here that I let myself become one of them.

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cloudcountry · 12 hours ago

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FIRST AUBRITSU FIC AND ITS A LATE VALENTIENS ONE I AM NERVOUS THROWS THIS AT YOU AND RUNS

ALL OF IT UNDER CUT BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED

This, right here, has got to be one of the most nerve wracking things Auburn has ever done in her life. She thinks of all the verbal presentations she’s had to give and all the confrontations she’d had to do in the early years, before she was a stronger person and yet this outweighs them all. The box of chocolates is all too heavy in her bag, her sweaty palms wrapped around the straps. She peeks into the diner and nearly has a heart attack at the sight of Ritsu in their usual meeting place. They’re both five minutes early, as punctual as always, never a minute late but always at least a few early. She swallows, dry throat constricting around nothing, and heads inside.

Self consciousness gnaws at her as she makes her way through the empty dinner, dropping her shoulders and raising her head higher to give off an aura of confidence. Most of it crumbles when he looks up and locks eyes with hers, his usual indifferent look on his face.

“Ah, Auburn. Thank you for your punctuality, as always. It is appreciated.” he says, motioning for her to sit.

“Of course!” she replies, all too happy to sit down and let her shaking legs bounce rapidly with nerves.

Her smile is nervous and she must look so weird, hands clenched in her lap in vice grips. Ritsu does a once over of her and tilts his head, brow furrowing.

“Are you alright? You seem out of sorts.” he asks.

“Well...” Auburn hesitates. She’s never been a good liar, especially with those she trusts, and by now she knows she’ll cave to him no matter how she feels.

“Here’s your orders,” Ren says flatly, eyes glossing over her in a way she’s all too used to by now.

Ritsu thanks him cordially and passes her the chai he ordered for her in advance. He motions for her to continue talking, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Do you...know what day it is?” she murmurs, stomach tying itself up in knots.

“It is February the fourteenth.” he replies, raising a brow.

“Right...” she sighs, fidgeting with the straps of her bag, “Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I did get you something. Although I’m a bit nervous about it so if it’s not to your taste please just tell me and I’ll get you something else.”

Before she can take back her words she yanks the box of chocolates out of her bag and shoves it across the table at him. Her brain is screaming at her to crawl under the table or run away but she stays, rooted in her seat, eyes clenched shut as if awaiting some kind of verbal blow.

It doesn’t come.

“Thank you for the chocolates. Are you gifting them to me out of social obligation, or is this an expression of affection? Your answer will influence what you receive in return.”

What!? What does that mean!?

“Um...excuse me?” Auburn’s eyes jolt open and she blinks, wordlessly over at him.

“Would you like me to repeat myself?” he asks plainly.

Anyone else would think of him rude. She knows by now that this is simply how he communicates.

“No, I heard you, I just...well, it’s definitely not a social obligation. If that helps.”

Oh, she must be beet red. She can feel her cheeks burning. Hell, even her vision is getting blurry and she really hopes she isn’t about to cry in front of him.

“It does, albeit in a very roundabout way.” Ritsu responds.

She thinks she can hear a smile in his voice. She doesn’t dare check.

“Here are the materials for today’s excursions. I trust you looked at the information I sent you through text?” Ritsu pushes a manilla folder towards her.

Ah. The hour must have turned. It’s time for business now.

“Oh, yes. I did.” Auburn takes a deep breath and blinks away the blurriness before grabbing the folder, scanning the contents.

“Good. I will be sending you more information for our outing to the opera after work hours have ended tonight. I hope you will find the terms agreeable.” he says, taking another sip of coffee.

Auburn freezes, peaking over the top of the folder at him. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say he looked quite satisfied with himself.

#aubritsu #auburn's tkdb mc <3 #guys i finally found some time to write this week #and i am happy with how this came out despite my embarrassment JSDJSDJDSJ

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variousqueerthings · 23 hours ago

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ohohohooooooo we just had s4ep3 👀👀👀👀👀

feel like ive gotta copy-paste some of the thoughts had onto here, rather than rewrite them, but suffice to say for the moment, big big character growth for one ray kowalski

the trajectory from early s3 to now as something that at first was very inward-facing (he's aware that his life isn't what he wants it to be, but he isn't at a point where he can pinpoint why and so he's at that stage of jerkily sharing and then withholding emotions, looking at himself and not taking in how others may feel (stella, fraser), and thinking more about how he feels bad, without knowing yet how to challenge that) to end s3pt1 (commitment to change) to these three episodes:

baseball: growing confidence in himself, less insecurity easy money: putting fraser's story first (on a meta level as well, s3pt1 very much pulled fraser back for a bit, and now he's slowly coming back into focus again at the point when ray is starting to take more action) ladies man: looking at his past and taking responsibility for those actions and how they affected someone else and the idea that it's never too late until it's too late (and he made it just in time!) (also like. none of that was his fault. but you get how he feels like it was his fault. and i think it's more that he probably felt like something was wrong about it all for years and it took him all this time to dare face her and ascertain for the first time that she Didn't kill her husband, so it's less that first mistake, and more the subsequent avoidance of trying to rectify it maybe.... things to think about. i am gonna go ahead and hc that beth and ray remain friends btw)

and throughout, he's been less and less ray vecchio. i believe mentioned off-hand in the first of these, but otherwise, he's stepping more and more into his own shoes/his own skin -- and a lot of it also (maybe?) related to those anger issues he has. because ep3 really started us off with that "hey, remember how ray has some really bad anger issues. let's see if he can make a conscious choice to work through those" which is what he did and ended with "guilt, sadness, shame, regret"... much much harder to feel, but he allowed himself to feel them, at last (and cry)

which is also interesting, because fraser is trying to facilitate that/support him and he's LETTING him now, it's more honest, more Real, unlike the false start back in early s3pt1 (especially episode 4 when ray was tryna work through his stella feelings in.... less than optimal ways... stellar ways.....)... which means im holding out for fraser to fall to pieces a little bit at some point as well, because he is Brittle!!!

if i think of this season as a mirror-ish to one another, albeit sort of shifted, because baseball was a bit of an outlier (bdth/easy money being about fraser losing something pivotal and needing to carry on, eclipse/ladies man dealing with events in ray's past that he feels shame about/hasn't been honest with himself about/needs recontextualisation in the present), potentially around episode seeeeven to mirror bounty hunter? throwing it out there as a maybe maybe, i could be overreading this mirror thing (we'll see)

but point is we're really seeing ray having floundered and struggled to identify his emotions and how to act, rather than react to the world and he's pushing against that! and he's feeling his feelings

(something... SOMEone........ who shall not be named.................... could do with? maybe?) (oh but see fraser's very well-adjusted, because he doesn't ever get angry or sad or lonely ever ever, he's Happy-go-lucky just doin' his job 😔😔😔) (fraser acknowledgement that he imagined killing his "father's killers"/gerrard and me like "i know bby, i saw you point a gun at him and throw a knife next to his head, but it's still 👀👀👀👀 to hear you say it out loud.... but also you're STILL doing it for ray's benefit and not your own, i think!")

#im watching due south s4 #ray kowalski #benton fraser #due south meta #many many thots

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sunnysdiary · 14 hours ago

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In every Universe - Bangchan

First attempt at fanfiction. Please don't judge :(

In which you and Bangchan (Chris) are dating and he gets the opportunity to travel to live his dream, leaving you and all of his old life behind.

Established relationship, pre-debut Chan, fluff

Chan calls you as you are driving home from work.

"Hey love, when are you going to be home?" You hear his sweet voice fill the stereo in your car.

"Soon, I just left work. Why?" You ask as he sighs.

"Ill talk to you when you get home." And he hangs up. This was out of the ordinary, usually the Chris you know is very bubbly and cheerful his voice in the call sounded almost sad. Your stomach flipped as you pulled into the shared house.

You enter the home and youre hit with the unusual scent of clean leaundry and soap. Chan cleaning? Weird. You take your shoes off at the door and head to your shared bedroom to see Chan packing.

"Chan?" He spins around to where he heard your voice at the door and his eyes widen,

"Hi love." he looks at the ground. "Can we talk?" You nod and sit on the edge of your shared bed.

“I got the call.”

“What call?” He looks at you and places his hand on your thigh lightly rubbing circles into your leg.

“The call from JYP. I’m in.” You smiled as he spoke.

“Yay! Chris I’m so happy for you!” You hug him and kiss his cheek.

“I have to move to Seoul for training by next week.” He says, picking at the skin on his nails. You nod slowly and turn to face the wall.

“Oh—alright.” You say with a slight crack in your voice.

“Hey. Look at me love.” He moves your chin with his hand, making your eyes lock. “I love you and nothing will ever change that.”

“We’ll be hours apart.” You say, your voice starting to give way.

“We have about a week.” He checks his phone. “Yeah. A week.” You nod. “We’ll make it the best week ever.”

You two spend the whole week together, basically glued at the hip. Your friends made fun of you all week but you didn’t care. Sadly Friday came and went and suddenly it was Saturday evening.

“Don’t cry love.” His voice breaks your heart as he cupped your face in his hands. “We can still call and text.”

“It’s going to be so weird without seeing your face in person.” You say tears threatening to spill over. He presses your forehead to his.

“You know where I will always be?”

“Where?” He points to your chest, where your heart was beating.

“Here.” His Aussie accent adding a layer of sentiment you couldn’t believe.

“You’re right about that.” You nod as you connect the space between you in a sweet, gentle kiss. Nothing but love and passion. “What will I do when you’re not here?”

“Live. You’ll be okay.” He said with a small smile.

“Will I? What if you find someone prettier than me?”

“Impossible” he said with a scoff. You look down. “Hey.” He picks your head up. “I would choose you in every universe.”

Just then his flight number was called. “Text me when you land please.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll call you.” He smiles and gives you one last kiss before heading off to his plane. It’s only up from here. Here starts his dream. It would be weird without you in it. You have to be in it.

A buzz on your phone as you walk out of the airports grabs your attention.

From Chan: hi love. Did I tell you I love you? If not here you go. I love you babe. I’ll see you when I land. <3

You: I’d choose you in every universe too Chris. I love you too. <3

It all clicked in that moment. He wasn’t going anywhere. You were in it for the long run, and you liked the idea of it.

#skz x reader #skz #skz imagines #sunnysdiary #fanfic #artists on tumblr #bang chan #christopher bang

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highway-143 · 1 day ago

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back then <3

(my first time posting a work of my own, so dont come at me hehe. idk how to use tumblr well so bear [bare? idk at this point] with me)

genere: fluff, smut (MDNI) friends to lovers <3

pairing: childhood friend sunghoon x female reader, reader is presumed to be a few inches shorter than him. sunghoon is an idol (fellow delulus where you at!?) and his members make cameos (jake, heeseung, and sunoo) your friend, hannah, is also mentioned but doesnt actually appear

smut warnings: (unprotected sex, [DONT, ITS NOT WORTH IT] fingering, creampie, breast sucking, size kink, buncha crap really) its just straight up porn towards the end, you've been warned (hey, at least its got plot) i will say it is more public sex (while the guys are over) there is also swearing :D oh yeah, sunghoon has a big dick too.

word count: also not willing to figure that one out, but its a medium sized oneshot, probably about a 5-10 minute read?

(not fully proofread, but i did scan)

synopsis: you and park sunghoon have been best friends since you were in third grade, but what happens when the line of friendship and romance is danced across too often for feelings to allow?

(this is a work of fiction. all scenarios are fake)

song: paranormal- enhypen

back then:

"ow ow ow! ow!" you shouted as you covered you bleeding knee with your hand, the other grabbing your back like an old lady, something a nine year old shouldnt be experiencing.

turns out, falling off the firemans pole on the school playground hurts. your scraped up knee was looking rough as you clutched it. your lower back ached with a duller pain, definitely less piercing as your poor knee.

you saw a shadow cover your spot on the woodchips. "are you okay?" said the squeaky voice of a boy your age.

you looked up at him, the sun making your eyes glitch while you tried to see his face.

once your vision was cleared, you saw a short boy with dimples and a cute bowl cut standing over you and looking at your busted knee. "do you need a band aid?" he asked, pointing a thin finger at the bloody skin.

"yes please." you said, tears forming in your eyes. you couldnt cry, not now, not with a boy standing right in front of you.

he ran to the first aid station by the bathrooms and fumbled for a bandage. when he hurried back over to you and knelt down, you tried to grab the band aid, but he wouldnt allow it.

"I'll do it, your hand looks scraped up too." he said while peeling apart the wrapper. you pulled your hands off of your leg and back and looked at them. both were bruised and the skin was dented from the failed attempt at catching your fall. just wonderful.

"im sunghoon," he put the large bandage over your knee and patted it with his hand. "who are you?"

"im y/n," you say, timidly walking into a conversation. "who's class are you in? i haven't seen you before."

"im in mr. jung's class, i just moved here last week." he crouched to sit on the pokey woodchips across from you, beding his knees to his chest.

"oh cool! im in mrs. lee's, we're right next door!"

he smiled and looked around the playground, searching the other children's faces. "do you have any friends?" he asked, wanting to get to know more people.

school had been rough for sunghoon so far. he couldve chalked it up to the fact that he was new, or that the kids needed time to get to know him, but the truth was that he was just an introvert. so were you, in a way. that's why you assumed he was talking to you, because you reminded him of himself, whether consciously or not.

"not really," you mutter, blushing and picking at a funny-looking woodchip. "i dont talk to people very much, i just do my own thing"

he grinned at your words, happy to find a new friend that was like him.

now:

"SUNGHOON!" you called from the kitchen, staring at the dishes in the sink, piled up like someone was trying to recreate the leaning tower of piza out of ceramic plates and silver cutlery. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DO THIS?"

he slinked into the room, a suppressed grin teasing his lips. he knew exactly what he was doing.

every time you come to hang out at his house, there are either dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, or socks on the lamps. you honestly dont know how he does it.

"im just magical" he said, taking the plate out of your hand and opening the dishwasher. "you do know its my house, right?"

"you do know that if i never came over, it would be an absolute crime scene, right?" you retorted, earning a laugh from sunghoon.

you couldnt help but stare when his forearms flexed, the veins in his hands showing very well as warm water flowed over them. the brush in his hand didnt make it better. you sat back and leaned against the marble counter, watching him clean up.

he glanced over his shoulder to catch your attention. "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"probably gonna get dinner with hannah," you say while giving him a quizzical look. "why?"

"do you want to hang out with me and some of the guys? we're doing a movie night and they said i should invite you."

"why not? i just wont ask hannah then!" you say, laughing. you only ask hannah to hang out when sunghoon is busy and you need a friend, which is kind of rude, but you two arent as close as you and sunghoon.

he laughs along and flicks you with water from his long fingers, and you shriek in shock. "sunghoon! dont you dare, or i swear-" but you were cut off with another flick of hot water and a smirk

the water soaked into your oversized tee, clinging to your skin as sunghoon continued to pelt you with droplets. you ran to the couch and covered yourself with a blanket, and he tackled you onto the plush cushioning, his legs tangling with yours and his hair sweeping over your nose.

when you realized that your best friend was currently lying on top of you, his hips pressed against yours and his lips only inches away, you scrambled to push him off of you, huffing "youre too heavyyy!" and "get off you weirdo"

your heart hurt when he pulled away, the knife twisting a little bit more.

you knew that any romantic relationship with sunghoon was destined to fail, that being with him was practically impossible. the fandom would go absolutely insane and sunghoon would be in too much turmoil to fix it. just rumors of dating could ruin a career in k-pop, let alone actual relationships.

so you kept your distance, or at least as much as you could. you shut down any romantic feelings because you loved sunghoon too much to jeopardize his job. sometimes, all you could hope for was a crack in the kpop world, one where "fans" wouldn't try to hurt someone for finding happiness.

"i should head to work. lock the door when you leave" said sunghoon while standing from the couch.

"sounds good! i'll finish those dishes i guess." you mutter, rolling your eyes out of a mixture of amusement and annoyance. you stand up and go into the kitchen to get to work.

back then:

sunghoon pushed his legs back and forth on the swing next to you. it had been almost two months since you two became best friends, and you were practically inseperable. every morning, you would walk to class together and talk about your soccer practice or his figure skating or whatever you thought of. it was great being able to finally have a friend to talk with and share things with.

you hand him a bag of kimchi, chewing on a piece of your own while slowly rocking back and forth on the swing.

sunghoon turned to you, opening his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself.

"what is it?" you asked, wondering what he was going to say.

"do you want to come to my competition this weekend?" his cheeks flushed when he asked you, and you laughed at his embarrassment.

"sure i'll come! i wanna see you on the ice!" you beamed at him and he grinned back, thrilled to have a friend that he could share his interests with.

now:

"hey sunoo!" you said as he stepped into the house, kicking his shoes off and giving you a hug.

"hey y/n!" he started to walk to the couch, where jake, heeseung, and sunghoon were already sitting at. sunghoon was flipping through movies, pausing at a few to see if they looked interesting.

"what do you guys want to watch?" he asked, looking at everyone.

"i personally vote rom com, but thats just me" you said, laughing when everyone rolled thir eyes in an 'as usual' way.

"im feeling that too," said jake. "theres a good one on netflix that my mom liked"

"me three," said heeseung.

"its looking like rom com, you good with that sunoo?" asked sunghoon.

"i was hoping for avengers, but that works too," he laughed when you looked at him, confused. sunoo has never once expressed interest in any action film ever.

"im kidding!" he says, and you all burst into an insane laughter.

once the movie started, you and sunghoon went to make popcorn in the kitchen.

he pulled a packet of kernels out, handing it to you. "so, feeling romantic lately?"

you scoffed. "what makes you say that?"

"come on, we both know you only watch romantic movies when youre either on your period, or have a crush. and your period was last week, so im hoping its a new crush."

you smack his bicep and roll your eyes. "number one, no, i dont have a crush. number two, youre wrong, im ovulating. youre gonna have to deal with the rom coms i guess."

his face went blank, a lost in thought look that he had on a lot these days. you wished you could see into his brain, what he was thinking, what he was plotting.

"so, youre ovulating, hmm?" he whispered, pressing his chest against your back and putting his hands on your waist. the touch made your cheeks flush. "i can think of a way to cure the... excitement."

you leaned into his touch, soaking in his warmth. you let out a small gasp when he runs his hands in between your thighs. he cups your mound, gently stroking at your sweatpant-clad skin. the intimate touch sends your nervous system into a frenzy, scrambling to make sense of what you were feeling.

your best friend of over 15 years was finally touching you where you needed him most. however, as soon as he started, he pulled away.

"not here. ten minutes." and he walked back to the couch with a slight swagger to his step and a smirk on his face.

when ten minutes had passed, you "went to use the bathroom," but really snuck into sunghoon's room, taking a seat on his bed and twiddling your thumbs nervously. what were you doing? this was not best friend behavior.

sunghoon walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him and turning to you. "before we do anything, theres something i want to tell you"

your heart was beating faster by the second, almoat loud enough to the point where you couldnt hear him talking.

"i love you, y/n. ive loved you ever since that day on the playground. you have always been my best friend, but now i want you to be more. please tell me you feel the same." his voice trembled as he laid his feelings out.

"hoonie.... of course i love you. you are the sweetest, funniest, and most amazing person i know. i want more too."

you stand up and stand in front of him, grabbing and holding his hands. you look him in the eyes and kiss him, softly, tenderly.

he moans against your mouth and grabs your hips, pulling your knee up to his waist and deepening the kiss past the territory of "tender". your cunt throbbed while waiting for him, the pressure was too much.

he brought his hand down to your sweatpants and hooked a finger under them and your panties. he slowly pulled them down your legs and went straight for your slit with his nimble fingers, sliding them in while he continued to kiss you.

you whimpered as he thrust his digits in and out of you, hitting deeper than you ever could have yourself.

you felt your insides tighten, muscles clenching and your breathing becoming labored as he continued to flick his fingers inside you.

he grinned against your mouth when you let a soft "hoonie, im gonna come" slip out. and the band in your stomach loosened as you poured all over his hands, head rolling back and legs giving out. he held you up with one arm, the other hand still in you and feeling your flow.

sunghoon pushed you onto the bed and climbed over you, licking his fingers in the sexiest way possible, then sliding them in your mouth. you tasted yourself on his fingers, an impossibly arousing sensation coursing through your body.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and worked at the button of his jeans. you could see his erection pressing at the zipper. deciding this was as good a time as any, you tore off your shirt and bra and leaned back down.

sunghoon came back over you and kissed you again, putting a hand on your bare breast while the other arm held him up. he slid his tounge into your waiting mouth and let his tounge circle yours. you groan against his lips as he fondles your tender flesh, pinching and rolling your hard nipple.

"h-hoon... in me... please" you whine, pleading for him to finally enter you. you felt his length hard against your stomach.

he pulled away slowly, leaving your lips hungry for more while he lifted your legs. he moved your knees over his shoulders, a position that had you leaking, your cunt insanely wet.

"tell me if i hurt you, please" he says, his breathing labored.

"unh-" you moan as he slowly enters you. his tip was so large, he just barely fit it in. you squirm, the pain both pleasing and slightly uncomforatable.

sunghoon placed his hands on your hips, holding you steady. "you got this baby, so good... so good..." he groaned when your walls clenched around his slowly furthering length.

once many sounds had come from both mouths, as well as the point of your connection, sunghoon bottomed out, his large cock fully sheathed in your aching pussy. your head lolls to the side of your pillow as he leans forward, kissing your breast.

"h-hoon... i need... go... plea- ugh!" you let a loud whine slip out as sunghoon pulls out and slides back in harshly. you hear the squelches of your pussy against his cock and blush, feeling embarrased for the unholy sounds.

sunghoon only laughs at your shyness, grinning up from your chest. he looked so beautiful, your legs around his neck, his dick buried deep in you, his hair messy and his lips swollen and red.

he continues to thrust in and out of you, whimpers escaping your mouth as he repeatedly hit that spot deep inside of you.

sunghoon placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling the bulge of his cock pounding into you. he smirked in satisfaction, his size perfectly fitting you.

your eyes roll back as you feel the band in your stomach tightening again. it felt wonderful, your sweat falling down your neck, sunghoon panting against your breasts and his tounge licking up the dew forming between your mounds. it was everything you had wanted for the last 10 years, and yet... everything felt so different. in a good way, but different.

sunghoon let his head roll back as he pumped harder into you, your pussy in so much pain, the stretch so wonderful, yet too much at the same time.

"y/n... please tell me youre close.... i need to come... with you..." he pleaded with you, and that was all it took to tip you over the edge.

"sunghoon- ohhh" you whimpered his name, strings of curses coming out of your mouth as your cum spilled over his dick and eventually the bed.

he gripped your hips tightly as ropes of his cum filled you to the brim, pouring out of you only to be desperately fucked right back in by sunghoon's still thrusting cock.

your back arched with the orgasm coursing through you, your legs slumping to the sides, the strength to hold them on sungoon's too much.

"baby.... oh my god, that was fucking wonderful," sunghoon said as he slumped over you. his chest pressed against yours, his legs tangled around you.

"mmmh- it was.... i love you so much hoon." you kiss his cheek, slowly pushing him off of you. "we should get back to the others now. theyre going to wonder where we went."

"yeah," he said, smiling at you. "but once theyre gone.... we're gonna stay up all night"

DO NOT plagiarize, but reposting is welcome (credit is appreciated)

authors note: feel free to comment with recommendations! i need ideas hehe. im open to writing about anyone from skz, txt, enha, ateez, p1h..... basically any bg lol. please give me inspo :D

also- i hope yall enjoyed it!

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enha x y/n #enha x female reader #park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x you #enhypen oneshots #oneshot #imagine #enhypen imagines #friends to lovers

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babybearnation · 3 days ago

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hi bear!

if you haven't already done something similar can you pls write hc's for ollie x genderfluid!reader who he met in school (like they were in the same class or something and reader didn't know he was a driver at first and thought he was just sick a lot or smthing)

thanks <3

(no pressure if you don't want to btw)

friendly reminder that i'm not genderfluid and therefore the rep may not be entirely accurate - also i set this in britain bcuz.. that's what i know best and also reader is the same age as ollie otherwise this wouldn't work

ollie bearman x genderfluid!reader (school au)

you'd met ollie in your first year of secondary school and the two of became fast friends

he was the first person you told that you might be genderfluid and he accepted you without hesitation

every morning, as he slid into his seat right next to yours in tutorial, he'd ask what kind of day it was

he'd never muck up with your names or pronouns and it wasn't that uncommon for him to end up having fights with people over you and how they should respect you

you, however, felt like ollie wasn't as open with you as you were with him

he was always missing odd thursdays and fridays here and there, sometimes arriving to school later than usual on mondays, clearly exhausted

you thought maybe he was sick and had to have regular doctors appointments or something but he never seemed like he was going through something like that

he just seemed tired and busy

but, no matter what you did, you could never figure out why nor could you get a minute to ask ollie for the truth

you finally learnt the truth when he showed up very nearly late to your prom

the two of you had started dating when you were thirteen and everyone knew the relationship would last for ages because you two were just so in tune with each other

therefore, it hurt a little bit when he didn't pick you up from prom like he said he would and instead texted you to say he'd meet you there

when he does arrive, you demand an explanation whilst trying not to cry

after all, you'd been dreaming of this moment since ollie asked you to go with him, and you were so disappointed that it'd fall through at the last second

he was trying to say a bunch of apologies to you whilst also trying to praise your outfit whilst also explaining that he'd been off racing in gb3 and that he'd won that day's race but would need to be there again the next day

you danced with him all night as he slowly but surely opened up to you, explaining his racing and his dreams and how he never meant to exclude you from them, he just wasn't sure how to bring it up

you shushed him each time he apologised before wishing him good luck with his racing the next day when he dropped you off at home

even though he didn't win either race, he was still really happy about the day before and didn't mind all that much

even though he wasn't going to continue schooling alongside you, you two stayed in continuous contact as you went forth with your studies and he went forth with his racing

even when he was halfway across the world, racing in fr asian & f3, he never failed to send you a text each and every morning asking what you were feeling that day

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miabbh · 10 hours ago

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Baekhyun and the reader have a big fight because Baekhyun thinks she's being unnecessarily jealous. He unintentionally says hurtful things to the reader and she cries a lot. But the real thing is that when Baekhyun goes to apologize to her, she says, "You're not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you?" and shocks him with this news.

I would be happy if you could write such a story. Thank you and have a nice day! 🩷

Don't Make Me Wait ⌛

husband!baekhyun x reader

Genre: slightly angst, jealousy (by the reader), pregnancy | ~2,6k words

The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful nor heavy, stretching between them like an unspoken truth you didn't want to acknowledge. You sat curled up on the couch, staring at the untouched dinner still warm on the table, the candle you had lit hours ago flickering weakly.

Baekhyun was late again.

Not that he had done anything wrong—not really. He had texted earlier, saying work ran long, apologizing like he always did. But lately, the apologies felt routine, like a script he repeated without thought. And maybe that’s what hurt the most—not the lateness itself, but the growing feeling that you were becoming an afterthought in his life.

Not that you could make yourself blame him anyway—although maybe it could explain the feeling punching in your chest in an easier way. He was just doing his job, being the hardworking man you felt in love with and were perfectly aware of the consequences when you said I do. And if you were realistic, he was practically sent home to rest since the new company, so you really have a lot of time together.

The last weeks, though... you just barely saw each other awake—the biggest frequent glince you had of him was his cute and serene pouty face as he whines as you moved away from his arms, the morning starting early to you; and his soft smile through your heavy eyeleads as he carried you to bed whispering something your mind couldn't quite understand. Besides that, some calls, texts, some silly and cute selfies; some teasing angles of him proving he was giving his best on getting ready for the new season.

But.... his best was when he arrived home, announcing himself and just wait long enough for you to greet him back before looking for you around the house if you took a too long time to answer, and then kiss you like he needed to, like you were the oxygen that he did not breathe all day.

He was breathing lately, it seems. Breathing the sandwiches he ordered because a dancer of his said it was good; breathing the horrible green drink that allegedly helps to eliminate toxins because a dancer of his other dancer said was extraordinarily efficient; breathing the short documentary he watched during the break with his friend; breathing very deeply the last tiktok trend with his choreographer and staff.

It was bitter, the taste of all this at the end of so many days—or it was simply some change in your taste buds that made everything but tasty, as you read this afternoon in an ebook about pregnancy and maternity.

You wanted to tell him today, taking advantage of being so thoughtful and nervous about that that sleep would surely not come before he arrived. You knew him, you really did, and you were not scared of his reaction; still, your heart was beating so fast at the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you—again, even though it was not exactly because of you, keept you in check.

The sound of keys and the door opening took you from the thoughts, and you had to take a deep breath, reviewing all the words you thought about saying.

He wasn't alone, though. No, he was alone—but he was talking on the phone. He walked in, his eyes widening as he saw you awake sat on the couch. He murmured a "hey, love" under his breath, leaning in to kiss your forehead before signaling he was going to the bathroom.

Okay, okay. Sometimes business come home.

As he came back, though, typing something on the phone, a bumpy smile on his face, it was a bit too much. You sat on your seat on the table, following suit as he took off his jacket.

"We're going out tomorrow morning with the boys." he said, his tone betraying the enthusiasm for the plans. "We finally managed to get matching schedules after like- a month and an half?"

You hmm in response.

"But are you going to come home earlier, then?" you asked, the food in your plat untouched.

Baekhyun frown, chewing. His phone buzzed on the corner of the table.

"Probably not, babe, I still don't feel a part of the choreo and Kasper is stopping by to help."

You nodded, lips pressing into a thin line as you stared at your plate. His answer wasn’t surprising, but it still stung. But still, you didn't have the heart to confront him about it. You just couldn't, somehow... not like this, not right now.

“I see.” you murmured, poking at the food with the fork.

Baekhyun glanced up at you, sensing something off in your tone. His phone buzzed again, and you caught the flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he reached for it. He unlocked the screen, quickly typing a response, that same shadow of a smile on his lips—but if the plans were getting great, he didn't say a thing. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady the weight pressing against your chest. And the table trembled again, and you couldn't help back.

"Is Kasper going too?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, quiet but sharp enough to make Baekhyun pause mid-chew.

He blinked at you, caught off guard.

"What?"

You shook your head, setting your fork down, looking at everything but this eyes, wishing he couldn't see you fighting the tears. The heat went up through your cheeks, warming the ground for your almost inevitable crying. No, you would hold back!

“Never mind.” you managed to say.

“No, hold on.” He put his phone down, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, feeling ridiculous now that the words had left your mouth. But it was too late to take them back. It was not like you, to get.... jealous of how time with other people.

“Nothing.” you said again, forcing a small smile. Nah, it was the hormones, you silently blamed. “Forget I said anything.”

Baekhyun wasn’t having it.

“We don't know yet. But you have any objection on Kasper going too?” His voice wasn’t defensive, but there was an edge to it—like he was trying to make sense of something that hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“It’s not about that.” you admitted, rubbing your temple, the tears seemed to sisappear fast this way.. “It’s just…” You sighed, searching for the right words. “Lately, it feels like you have so much space in your life for everyone and everything—except me.”

Baekhyun frowned, his gaze softening.

“That’s not true.”

"Isn't it?" You let out a quiet sigh, almost a mocking laugh with it, shaking your head. “Looks like it."

“Babe…” He reached across the table, but you leaned back instinctively, putting just enough distance between you that he noticed.

"You don't see it, do you?" You exhaled, eyes locked onto his. "You come home, kiss me, ask how my day was, but you're not really here. You're thinking about work, about schedules, about dances, about—" You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to calm down. "I don't doubt that you love me, Baek. But lately, I feel like I'm just… part of your routine."

Baekhyun’s expression shifted, frustration creeping in.

"That’s not fair." he muttered. "I’ve been working hard, trying to balance everything—”

"I know that!" Your voice cracked slightly, emotion bubbling to the surface. "And I’m proud of you. I always have been. But when was the last time you asked me how I felt and actually listened? When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay, or that I want more kisses, and that I need your help for—? I never had to ask and now I struggle in front of you but you do nothing until I have it almost done!"

Silence.

His brows knitted together, as if he was about to say something—but he didn’t. And that silence said more than words ever could.

You inhaled sharply, feeling your chest tighten. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Baekhyun rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling deeply.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way.” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But… babe, I can’t constantly reassure you. I need you to trust me. We're married, I literally carry proof of that daily. I can't just– check on you all the time, you know how to ask for help when you need it, babe.”

You froze.

The words hit like a slap, not because they were cruel, but because they implied something that made your stomach turn—like you were being unreasonable, overreacting.

Baekhyun must have realized it too, because his eyes widened slightly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like—” But it was too late. Your throat felt tight, and before you could stop yourself from actually crying, you stood up.

“I think I’m done.” you whispered, your voice unsteady pushing your plate away. “Good night, Baekhyun.”

And you walked away before he could even say another word, blinking back the sting of tears as you made your way to the bedroom with a blurry vision.

Baekhyun didn’t follow you. His footsteps didn't rush to get to you before you closed the door. For the first time in a long time, he let you walk away. And somehow, that hurt even more.

Baekhyun sat frozen at the dining table long after you disappeared into the bedroom. The plate in front of him remained half-eaten, but he had lost his appetite completely.

The silence in the apartment felt heavier now, suffocating. The buzzing nerve wracking by its sound and the constant shake of the glasses on the wooden table.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. What the hell just happened?

It wasn’t like you to get upset over something like this. Sure, you were sensitive sometimes, but you always talked things through. This time, though… this time, you had walked away.

And the worst part?

He had let you.

Baekhyun rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of regret settle in his chest. He replayed your words in his mind—your voice, tight with emotion, the tears swelling in your eyes, your cheeks red as you tried to hold them back. The way you had looked at him, like you were tired of fighting… of fighting for his attention.

"When was the last time you noticed that I’m not okay?"

His stomach twisted. Had he really been so wrapped up in everything else that he failed to see you slipping away? You we're more tired lately, that's for sure: the weird positions in which you fall asleep speaking by themselves. The cause behind it, though? He really didn't know, but he should.

He pushed his chair back with a quiet scrape, glancing toward the bedroom door. The light was off.

Maybe he should give you space.

Maybe—

No.

He needed to fix this. Now.

Baekhyun stood up, making his way to the bedroom. He hesitated just outside the door, hand resting on the handle. For the first time in a long time, he felt nervous about stepping inside.

Still, he took a breath and pushed it open.

The room was dark except for the soft glow of the hallway’s light filtering through the open door You were lying on your side, facing away from him, curled up beneath the blankets.

“Babe?” His voice was quiet, hesitant.

You didn’t answer. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know you’re awake.” he whispered.

Still nothing.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, close but not touching you. He wanted to reach out, but something about the way your shoulders were stiff, the way you held yourself so still—it told him you weren’t ready.

“I’m sorry." he murmured, staring at his hands. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel like you don’t matter. That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

Silence.

Baekhyun swallowed hard, pushing forward anyway.

“I didn’t see it.” he admitted. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting us. You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in work, in making sure I do everything right there, that I didn’t notice I was doing things wrong here.”

You shifted slightly under the blanket, but you still didn’t speak.

“I love giving you smooches. And hugs. And help you although I know you can do whatever it is on your own—most of the times, sometimes another pair of hands are really needed…” his voice grows quieter, his chest heavy with scenarios of you feeling so lonely, even when he was there. It reminded him of the past, when nothing seemed right nor fair in his life—he wasn't alone, but he felt like he was. You living the same feeling? He couldn't have that. “I'm sorry…”

Baekhyun sighed.

“I’m an idiot, huh?”

Finally, you exhaled a soft, humorless laugh.

“Sometimes.”

He smiled a little at that. A small victory. Encouraged, he turned toward you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

“Can you look at me, please?”

You hesitated before finally rolling onto your back, blinking up at him. Your eyes were puffy from crying, and Baekhyun felt his chest tighten with guilt.

“My love…” his thumb gently runned down your cheeks. “I am really sorry. I'll be managing the next week differently, alright? Make time to have dinner together and hear you complain about everything everyday. I promise you. Share the tea too, while some shitty show plays on TV...”

You nodded slightly, your eyes still glassy, but you can't help but roll them.

“You’re not ashamed of making your pregnant wife cry, are you? ”

The words slipped from your lips softly, but they might as well have been a right twinge. Baekhyun froze, the colour of his cheeks ghosting for a moment.

His brain completely short-circuited.

“W-what?” His voice cracked, eyes widening.

Your expression was unreadable, but your fingers instinctively rested on your stomach—a small, almost unconscious gesture. Baekhyun followed the movement, his gaze locking onto your hand. His heart pounded.

Pregnant?

His mouth opened, but no words came out. A thousand thoughts crashed into him at once, but none of them formed into anything coherent.

“You… you’re…” He swallowed, looking back at you, completely overwhelmed. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded slowly.

Silence stretched between you.

Then—

“Oh my god.”

Baekhyun surged forward, pulling you into his arms before you could say anything else, the cool air on the room cooling your back. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as if the reality of your words had just hit him full force.

You felt him exhale against your shoulder, his body trembling slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was muffled, thick with emotion.

You hesitated, then whispered.

“I wanted to. But we kept missing each other. And then… we started fighting.”

Baekhyun pulled back just enough to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of your tears. His eyes were glistening, filled with something raw and unfiltered.

“I’m so sorry.” he breathed. “For everything. For not seeing you, for making you feel alone—God, baby, I should have been here. I will be here.”

You searched his gaze, and for the first time in weeks, you saw him—fully present, fully yours.

“Promise?” you asked, voice small.

Baekhyun leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I swear.” he murmured. “You and our baby… you’re my whole world.”

His hand slid over your stomach, hesitantly at first—like he was afraid of breaking the moment. When you placed your hand over his, guiding him, his breath hitched.

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t care.

“I love you." he whispered. “Both of you!” a smile illuminated his face. “I'm taking friday as a day off. I will need to rotate but I will take a day off to do the deep cleaning of the week. And tell me about the appointments, okay? I'll go with you.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly seen—with Baekhyun mentally rearranging the schedule, making plans for you both, a conversation of something you both could look forward to, while resting in each other's arms, feeling every touch.

#anonie #thank you soooooooo much for the request ♥️♥️ im kinda... dummie at fights cus to me we talk slowly or we wait for the emotions to calm dow #but it was fun to write!!!#mia's purrs #mia's meows #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun x you #baekhyun fic

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