#leaving this open ended bc holy fuck the possibilities

[all-made-of-stardust]

hey so uh, if Essek fails a WIS save against Dominox, what do y'all think he'll see?

if it preys on insecurities and drives you into self-loathing, Essek's teeming with those. he might be "enjoying his life" and things might be decently stable, but you canNOT tell me that he isn't still haunted by his demons.

so what do you think he'd see?

[wcnderlnds]

caught in the act

COLIN ZABEL, PETER MAXIMOFF, WARREN LIPKA, PRE!DEATH KYLE SPENCER, RORY MONAHAN.

・❥・ summary: a series of drabbles on their reactions to someone catching you in the act ・❥・word count: 1.7k ・❥・warnings: 18+ smut, nsfw. unprotected p in v. oral (m & f recieving). swearing. alcohol mentions. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this was requested by the lovely @bohnerrific69. it was supposed to be headcanons but im an overacheiver. i added rory for my own benefit bc that's my man and there needed to be something sweet so kyle is there too. its badly written smut like always.

COLIN ZABEL

It had been a cold, dreary evening when you’d entered the police station in search of your boyfriend’s office. He had called you earlier in the day to ask you to meet him before the end of his shift so you could easily go for dinner when he was finished. However, when you got to his office, he had stacks of paper piled up on his desk, head in his hands. This man was stressed. Work always did that to him but you had a way to make him relax. It had taken a lot of convincing but somehow you’d managed to make him cave. That’s how you ended up on the floor beneath his desk with his cock in your mouth. Your plump lips moving agonisingly slow against him. Colin’s hands threaded through your hair, guiding your movements.

“Babe, please…. faster,” he said breathlessly. He was really trying his best to be quiet. Who were you to deny his request? First, you had to tease him so you swirled your tongue along his tip, Colin’s hips bucking up into your mouth as you teased his sensitive head. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you sunk your lips back down onto him taking him all the way into the back of your throat. Colin let out a loud groan, your eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“Be quiet!” You hissed, pulling off him. In an attempt to keep him quiet, you moved up his body to straddle him. Grinding your clothed core against his aching cock, your lips found his, messily kissing him. It was just as your hand was sliding between your legs to push your panties to the side when the door to the office opened.

“Everything alr-” Mare started but stopped the second she saw you hop off Colin’s lap. Colin had never looked so alarmed and embarrassed in his life. His hands fumbled as he tucked himself back into his pants, standing up only to hit his knees on the edge of his desk.

“Mare… y-you… need something?” Colin tried to act nonchalant but the redness of his cheeks betrayed him. Mare only smirked, looking between you and Colin.

“Heard a weird noise but… I see now I was interrupting.” She snickered, letting the two of you stew in your embarrassment at being caught as she left the office.

“I’m going to go dig myself a hole now and live in it,” you said, absolutely mortified. Colin grabbed you, pulling you against his chest. His hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you.

“Make it big enough for the both of us at least.”

WARREN LIPKA

“Holy fuck,” you cried out as your fingernails tried to grip into the soft fabric of the couch cushion. Warren had bent you over the arm of the couch, his fingers digging in your hips as he pounded relentlessly into you. The way he was gripping you and holding you in place was sure to leave a bruise but he didn’t seem to care. All he cared about right now was getting off. The moans that left your lips were almost pornographic, the grunts coming from Warren turning you on even more if that was possible. All you’d wanted when you came over was to ask him he’d help you with some problem you were having with your college work. Warren was smart – he just didn’t like to seem it. He was good at solving puzzles, figuring them out so he was always your go-to person when any issues like that came up. But, it had ended how it always did with Warren fucking the living daylights out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Take it, take all of it,” Warrens voice was strained, rough. He was barely holding back. His hand reached up your back to grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail in his fingers, yanking your head back. Warren was anything but gentle but he’d hear no complaints from you. 

Just as you felt those sweet, intense feelings coiling up in the pit of your stomach, footsteps sounded off the staircase leading into the basement. Warren mustn’t have heard (or he didn’t care) because he kept shoving his cock deep inside you. It wasn’t like you were in a position to warn him anyway. At this point you were rendered speechless, the only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and pleas of Warren’s name.

“Oh, what the fuck!” Spencer’s voice rang out. 

Warren didn’t stop but turned to face Spencer. “Dude, fuck off. Or watch, I don’t give a shit.”

Judging by the sound of rushed footsteps, you guessed Spencer had taken the first option. Just in time too because Warren buried himself deep inside you triggering your orgasm as he pumped you full of his hot seed.

PETER MAXIMOFF

When Peter had wiped your high score off the leaderboard of Space Invaders, you had stormed off in a huff. The pout on your face was enough to make Peter cave with a promise of making it up to you. Somehow, you’d ended up in the arcade bathroom. It was small, kind of cramped but Peter had you sat on the edge of the small, porcelain sink. Your legs were wrapped around him as he thrust into you. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, your hands tugging on his silver hair as he left wet kisses along your skin. He bit down on your pulse point leaving a nice, red mark there that was sure to turn into one hell of a hickey.

“Nice,” he murmured as he pulled back to admire his handiwork. Peter wasn’t really a possessive guy but he did love to see you all marked up by him.

“Peter,” you whined, urging your hips forward against his. “Stop fucking around and fuck me.”

“With pleasure, m’darlin’.” He pulled out then slammed back in causing the loudest moan to fall from your lips. This new pace was quick, hard and you were putty in his hands. His fingers found your clit, using his mutation to vibrate against it and bring you to your release faster. 

In his haste, Peter must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door because in walked poor Scott who looked like he’d just seen the most traumatising thing on the planet. You pushed Peter off you, the speedster turning with a huff to glare at Scott. “Dude! Occupado!”

“Maybe lock the door next time, Maximoff,” Scott mumbled, slamming the door shut and leaving you both to it.

“This is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” you jumped off the sink but before you had time to react Peter had sped you off back to his basement, throwing you on his bed and sliding back inside you with promises of making it up to you.

KYLE SPENCER

It had been a normal party. Beer was flowing and people were up to all kinds of stupid stuff but you? Well, you’d had your eyes on none other than Kyle Spencer. The two of you had always had a flirty thing going on but neither had made a move. Whether it was the alcohol making you both tipsy or something else, you found yourself in one of the spare bedrooms in the house of the party, Kyle’s cock inside you as you rode him. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap slowly rising and falling on him.

“You look so damn beautiful riding me like this, baby,” Kyle praised, his hands skimming up your sides.

At his words, you moved a little quicker, resting your hands on his shoulders for leverage. He was so deep inside you – he was big so he was hitting that sweet spot most men never found. It was probably the best sex of your life. He was being sweet too and that was an added bonus. Your lips found his, Kyle’s hand resting on your back as he flipped you onto the bed so he was on top now. He kept the slow rhythm, his thrusts shallow and intense.

Both of your eyes snapped to the door when the sound of music blasted through it when it opened and in stepped another drunk couple. They didn’t seem to notice you at first. Kyle grumbled to himself, pulling out of you and throwing one of the blankets over you to cover your modesty.

“Guys, come on. This room is taken,” he tried to be kind as he threw them out of the room but he was still rock hard and all he could think about was getting back inside you. Once they were out, he headed back over to the bed. “You want to continue?”

He was so thoughtful of your feelings and, as mortified as you were, there was no way you were passing up this opportunity to finally sleep with the guy you were obsessed with.

RORY MONAHAN

Your legs were spread wide on the four poster bed as Rory devoured your pussy like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes along your slick folds, groaning at the taste of you. He couldn’t get enough – small flicks of his tongue against your clit were sending you into a frenzy, your body writhing under his skilled tongue. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you down into the mattress to say in place.

“Shit, babe. You’re so fucking hot. Could do this all day. Fuck working with Brad Pitt. This is so much better,” Rory grinned up at you from between your legs. The sight of him with your juices over his lips was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He dived back in, his tongue plunging into your entrance. Your hands tangled into his red hair, body arching as his name fell from your lips like a chant. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself teetering on the edge, his lips sucking on your clit.

However, the second you started seeing stars and moaning out, the door opened and in stepped Audrey. You pushed Rory’s head away from you. He narrowed his eyes at you until he turned and saw his ex-wife stood there. “Oh, shit,” he tried to roll off the bed but instead got himself tangled up in the sheets, falling to the floor. As awful as the whole situation was, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“Audrey, I’m so sorry,” you said, scrambling to cover yourself up.

“Always knew he wanted someone younger.” With that Audrey left. Rory managed to get back to his feet, throwing himself on the bed on top of you.

His lips ghosted over yours, a shit eating grin on his face. “I think she’s mad.”

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[haetrack]

i just need to let this out bc i’m usually a hyuck girl but omg i’ve been obsessing over mark today… like fuck just him randomly having the horniest day of his life, so he ends up staring at the nudes u’ve send him or watching all these videos he’s recorded of u sucking him off, for HOURS. he’s just waiting around like a loser, hoping time moves faster till u come back home. eventually he can’t take it and starts palming himself over his sweats, and when that’s not enough, he slides his hand under his boxers, lightly stroking his hard cock. all he thinks about is u, the way ur lips wrap around him when ur on ur knees, the way ur back arches when he’s burrowed deep inside u. he grabs his phone immediately and facetimes u, elated when u pick up, greeting him with a small “hey” as u enter ur car. relieved that u weren’t in public, he wastes no time and picks up his pace. being able to see ur surprised face and hearing the gasp u let out upon realisation at what he was doing based off the whines leaving his mouth, just made his grip on himself so much harder and faster. mark thinks about how u whine and whimper in his ear with ur head on his shoulder, back to his chest as his fingers fuck in and out of u, his other hand applying pressure on ur clit. he almost comes when he hears u lightly breathe out “can i see, please?“. he curses under his breath and switches his camera around. he didn’t even bother taking his dick out, the shape of his hand desperately running up and down underneath his boxers and sweats was so lewd whilst still leaving much up to ur imagination. “ur doing so well baby, are u close?” u ask, “i wanna see u come, mark. i need u to take it out for me.” the deep groan that u hear from ur phone speakers makes u wanna go feral. he quickly follows ur request, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. his tip was so red and swollen, dripping with precum, making u wonder how long he’s been getting himself off for, considering u’ve never seen it this bad. the moan u accidentally let out causes him to twitch in his hand. finally without the obstruction of his clothes, u see him rutting in his hand. u feed him with praises, amazed at how much faster and louder he gets the more u talk. ur sure he’s not even listening to the actual words ur saying, just the sound of ur voice was getting him off. he opens his eyes after having them clenched the last few minutes, seeing his beautiful girlfriend’s face on his screen and noticing ur now heavy breathing, sends him over the edge. strings of cum land on his toned stomach and he catches some of it with his hand, continuing to stroke himself with it, emanating wet, sloppy sounds that bless ur ears. the groan he’s about to let out catches in his throat when he hear u say, “don’t move, i wanna clean u up.” the roar of ur car engine turning on and the facetime ending.

phew, had to put this out somewhere before i went to sleep 🧏‍♀️

holy shit. what. What

anon how could u just drop this in my inbox and go to sleep like u didn’t just write the craziest thing ever… ANON PLEASE…

just the thought of him being so horny and need you to get off… yeah. yeah. then when you get to his apartment he’d be all over you, trying to get you as close as possible. if you feel nice, you’ll let him cum as much as he needs to, grunts of your name filling the air as your hand glides over him and your mouth sucking on his tip. if you’re feeling mean, you’ll edge him, making him beg for you to let him cum, hips fucking into your fist.

even if you decide to let him fuck you, you’d ask him to beg for it. he doesn’t care, practically begging to fuck your dripping hole, no shame left in his body after being horny all day. he needs you. it doesn’t matter what position, his aching cock needs to be inside of you.

[drdemonprince]

I went to visit my friend from high school for spring break in college one year. I'd had a crush on him in hs, it was not reciprocated but we remained close. I was also a late bloomer sexuality wise so it wasn't until college that I even would have been up for anything physical. ANYWAY. Decided to visit, figured this was my shot to try and act on that crush again. On the drive from the airport he came out to me as gay so, I figured, that's that. Explains why he wasn't into me in hs and why he didnt really have a reason back then.

I'm determined to hook up w someone on this trip though, so that's always simmering. We hang out with his local friend who is having a will-they-wont-they thing with a guy in their grad program. She is desperate to hook up but he's hot and cold.

We concot a plan to bait him with a possible threesome, spend an evening texting and sending him pics of us making out in a pool. (It's Miami, it just seemed like the thing to do lol) This guy is into it but he's busy that night and nothing comes of it.

A few days pass then it's my last day in Miami, my flight leaves at 6 am the next morning. She calls my friend after dinner like, holy shit it worked, he's coming over now, can you guys get here?

I'm like, fuck it, let's go. I'll bring my luggage and you can just drop me at the airport at 4 am or whatever. Forgot to mention, my friend from hs also has a crush on this other guy, so he's been down to help however he can haha

We arrive, the other guy isn't there yet, the three of us are drinking that whipped cream vodka that was popular at the time while we wait. Dude finally shows up AND HE BROUGHT A FRIEND. Unclear if he warned her ahead of time. Friend is... less cute but whatever, they brought weed. We smoke and dance some bachata and flirt etc...

Tbh my memory gets a little hazy here but somehow she ended up taking grad school guy and his buddy up to her bedroom, and I'm alone w my hs friend, we are smasheddd. I ask him, hey I know you're into guys but do you wanna fool around anyway? And we ended up making out in the bathroom, I tried going down on him but he was too drunk to keep it up so we petered off, then decided to go check on the others bc we realized we left this girl alone w two dude we barely knew.

Well they we having a merry little threesome upstairs and when we came to the door they invited us to join in!

That is how I ended up with my ass in the air getting railed by two strangers while I ate this girl out like a starving person. Grad school guy actually did us a solid w his friend bc that guys cock was huge. My only regret is I didn't get a chance to suck that guy off ;(

Eventually, they headed home and my hs friend and his friend stayed up w me until 3 am when I called a cab to the airport (idk why I ever thought we'd be sober enough to drive). Again, this was Miami but I'm fairly sure I won skankiest person in the supershuttle, which the exhibitionist in me loved. Slept it off on the plane home!

No regrets, best spring break of my life, opened my eyes to group sex and I still got to hook up w my hs crush :) and we stayed great friends!

ANON this is the most late 2000's story fucking ever. pinnacle whipped cream vodka. messily negotiated threesomes. people showing up to the sex party with surprise extra guests. gay guys fucking women. everybody being notionally bi but also not really. near drunk driving. i've been at parties exactly like these. my first apartment in college in 2007 had a pool and we were skanking it up in there miami style all the time. cheers dude

[according2thelore]

So I had a thought to make an AU off your es/ls AU! And my thought was what if the early season Sam and Dean that visit late season Sam and Dean were from different timelines? In that everything is the same except for the boys relationship!

For example the es!boys got together when Sam was about 17. But he still ends up leaving for Stanford. And then they rekindle at some point in S1.

However the ls!boys are living in a timeline where it’s NEVER happened. They’ve just been in a state of weirdcest a la the show, this whole time.

And so instead of ls!brothers working to hide it from their younger selves, it’s something they stumble upon instead and hoooo boy does it cause problems. The es!boys don’t try and hide it beyond how they normally function bc at first they all think they are from the exact same timeline. So they aren’t worried about ls!boys seeing them they just are used to keeping it close.

I imagine ls Sam and Dean finding out separately and they don’t tell each other at first bc they’re freaking out. Something they’ve never done but these two have and what does that MEAN!? The repression was strong with them both and now the foundation has cracked and suddenly there’s this bubbling tension between them again, just like when they were teens, before Sam left.

Finally Sam admits he has to discuss it with Dean bc this means that they are NOT their past selves. They are from a divergent reality that is otherwise is very similar. And sooooo they aren’t only time traveling they are reality traveling and oh lord that must be harder to fix!

And discuss!! :D

GASP your MIND!!!!!!

let's discuss!

"hey guys, i--" sam slams the door closed. holy shit. holy shit.

he had opened the door to their younger selves' shared room, and sam was--on top, of dean. on top of him. and they were--they were--

the door cracks open. sam stands there, looking embarrassed.

"hey. sorry." he snorts. "you know how it is."

"no, i do NOT!" sam says, flinching when he realizes his voice is almost a shout. he lowers his voice, checking around the hallway. luckily, he's the only person there. "i do not." he repeats.

younger sam blinks at him.

"you...don't?" his jaw sets, and his eyes narrow. "did he...leave us? is there someone else? what did we do?"

sam balks.

what a little asshole. first, younger sam makes out with his brother and--and--blames older sam for not actively kissing his own?? what the fuck? sam's the problem? what a dick.

but honestly...fair. if anyone was going to mess it up, it would be sam.

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dean hauls his younger self off of sam bodily, dragging him into the hallway and shoving him against cinderblock.

"okay what the fuck--" he starts to shout, but younger sam runs out into the hallway after them. dean thinks he's coming to get his own licks in, but sam is clawing at dean's hands, trying to get him off of dean's younger self.

dean thought he had just walked in on violation, but sam is cooing over dean and checking over him and...and--

"sammy, i'm okay." younger dean pants. "let him say what he needs to say, okay? i'll be fine."

sam backs up slowly, unwillingly, and steps back inside. dean immediately turns back to older dean, eyes wide.

"did he leave us? is there someone else? what did we do?"

dean gapes. what a fucking dick.

why did dean have to be the one to mess it up? first, the guy kisses his own brother and blames dean for not also kissing his brother? dick!

but honestly...fair. dean would be the one to mess it up.

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your idea is so JUICY because here are LS!Sam&Dean trying not to say anything to each other because what if they're grossed out? what if they think it's wrong? what if--worst possible scenario--they try to separate ES!Sam&Dean. LS!Sam and LS!Dean saw the looks in their eyes. those kids are gone and the adoration is so naked that it hurts to look at. they want it so damn bad.

so they don't say anything.

but at the same time, it eats them alive.

they want to know. they need to know.

LS!Dean corners ES!Dean in the weapons room and asks, "when did it start? who made the first move? who tops? what did it change? how long have you known?"

(to which the answers are: after dad died, sam, we switch, not a damn thing but everything for the better, and as long as you have.)

LS!Sam builds up his courage all afternoon (because it's not his business. but he wants to know. but it's invasive. but it's himself! but what if this messes up the timeline?) but finally leans across the table and asks, quietly, "how did you know it was mutual? how did you get over the...you know? why'd you start? who tops?"

(to which the answers are: as soon as he kissed me back and not a second before, incest? it's less of a big deal than i thought it was, honestly, i kissed him because i couldn't live another second without knowing what it was like (since he died. since we almost lost him. since he almost died in the car we were raised in. the only home we have.), and really dude? both.)

but finally, and especially if someone else is pitching in to help them solve it, LS!SamandDean have to reluctantly admit that they know certain aspects of their lives have changed.

something big. something about them, and their dynamic.

and now--they can barely look at each other in the eye!!! because every time dean looks at sam, he can only see the way his brows furrow when he's being kissed, like it hurts.

when LS!Sam looks at LS!Dean, he wants to know what his mouth tastes like, and he can only imagine what thing made ES!Dean fall in love with ES!Sam. it's easy to see why ES!Sam would fall in love with ES!Dean. he's charismatic and protective and dean. it makes sense. but ES!Sam??

and LS!Dean looks back at their lives and wonders how different it would be if things were different. if...they were different. did sam ever want to kiss him? why doesn't that disgust him?

but when it comes out, they can only blink at each other because they know!!!!

there's the immediate instinct to suggest they should give them separate rooms--just so it looks normal to the other LS!Brother, to show that they, too, are grossed out by it--but how can they?? how can they look into ES!Dean's eyes and tell him, before hell and michael and being a demon, that he can't be happy?? how can they tell ES!Sam, who's already struggling with fears of corruption and months away from being stabbed to death in a ghost town, that he has to die alone??

it's so fucked, and STILL!!!! LS!Boys step around each other awkwardly and avoid eye contact and dream about the shape of their brother's mouth!!!!! AGHHHHHH!!!!!

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GAHHHHHHH your brain is INSANE!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!!! rotating this concept in my brain like a microwave. i'm OBSESSED!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!! <3

-lizzy

[deimosatellite]

something ive been thinking about a lot is like. it seems like kazuki doesnt exactly know the extent of rei's family history? of course its probably pretty obvious to kazuki that some really fucked up things happened in rei's past but i think its definitely deliberate that kazuki seems to have been kept in the dark about things-- of course he understands that rei doesnt have a good relationship with his father, and probably knows how trapped rei is in his line of work, but even then he never really pries or tries to be overbearing to rei in that degree.

adding a read more bc this post is like almost 1000 words bc im so normal about them

he knows that rei doesnt want to talk about it, and he wants to support him in that, since he knows that rei knows himself better than anyone. of course, this doesnt negate how kazuki did everything possible to help rei when he first found him as a shell of a person. imagining how kazuki must have felt when he first heard rei exhale in a slight laugh, the first time rei didnt lean away from his touch, the first time he saw a glint of life in those dead eyes. how it was when rei first said something snarky back to him. the little ways in seeing rei becoming less like a dead man walking every day. of course, rei definitely slips into his old mindset now and then, which probably scares the shit out of kazuki at first before he knows how to let him work through it.

-not to mention rei doesnt exactly seem like the type to open up about his past, even to kazuki, and im wondering if theres something even within rei where he hasnt exactly accepted how fucked up his past is--it was normal life for him for a long time, to the point that as an adult he seemed to have accepted that he was seen only as a weapon. until being around kazuki, and eventually miri, he had his own definition of normalcy, which was of course twisted as hell by his upbringing.

but living with kazuki at first, it might as well be the first time someone's treated him like a person and seemed to even perceive that he might be deserving of basic human decency, something even he might have not believed for himself. and while kazuki was very caring for him, it didnt seem to be overbearing, seeming to give him space when he needed it and it seems even during the events of canon that he never shows pity to rei--something probably very important to rei. kazuki didnt want to coddle him, because he probably knew how that type of pity felt.

even in the montage of kazuki moving in, kazuki seems to just kind of bring himself and care into rei's life, without making a big deal out of it--moving a couch in one day, cutting his hair another, etc.. and i think kazuki probably didnt pry about why rei was the way he was, not to mention rei might not have found it important enough to mention since it was so normalized for him. they probably talked a few times about rei's parents and kazuki's lack thereof, relating to each other in a few aspects of their upbringing.

enter miri then, and imagine how it so slowly dawns on rei that this is how its supposed to be. it dawning on him that his upbringing was really fucked up, and that he somehow is part of a real family now, in a way he could never have even comprehended before. then comes the pain of realizing that holy shit, all those things that happened to me were SO fucked up and coming to terms with it all. and after the years he spends with kazuki, the year he spends with miri--hed do anything for them, and do anything to remain in a normal life with his new found family. when his father tries to take him back, tries to get rid of the two people he loved the most to push him back into that state of being nothing more than a weapon, rei doesnt hesitate to permanently disable his own dominant arm to end the discussion and leave no chance for his father to force his hand in the matter. everything had led up to this point--rei had been horribly abused his entire life in order to be used for killing, and here he ended that life. it was his ultimate sacrifice for his new family.

kazuki is then there for him in the aftermath, slowly piecing together the depths of what rei did to save their family, their relationship strengthens to something that would last a lifetime.

and thinking about how years after canon, rei finally opens up to kazuki on some random winter night when theyre together. rei had never told anyone about what his childhood was like before, and even took years coming to terms with how messed up everything that happened to him was. that it wasnt normal in the slightest. kazuki listens.

[boyswanna-be-her]

Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

[nilesmoon]

Hi, I loved your post about the family vacation with Ichi and Sawashiro. And I'll just say that I didn't have a problem with Sawashiro's role in IW... until the very last second. Because they get a freaking helicopter for Kiryu, but no one even went to look if Sawashiro was ok?? They just leave him in the chair while tending to Kiryu. BOTH of them are dying.

Like holy shit, Ichi would have gone to him in a second. He would have stopped Ebina's monologue instead of just standing there without even knowing if he was alive or not. That was for me the most disrespectful moment. I loved how Ichi believed in him at the beginning of Chapter 10, and then I was expecting some kind of reunion at the end but he f*cks off to Hawaii, not even a "Please save the Captain" to Kiryu or anything. That's what made me the most mad

I really hope they pay us off in Y9, he better come back with a cool eyepatch and join the party

Omg I didn't really expect anyone to read that post let alone get an ask about it but I'm so glad that you loved it!! And huge same if he's not coming back as a party member or dying in a meaningful way, there's no point bringing that asshole back.

Me, being the Arakawa family tragedy enjoyer that I am, was overjoyed to see Sawashiro back for 8 and while he did have a few banger moments, the ending really did ruin it all for me. Me bitching abt it under the cut bc I need to puke out my anger Somewhere

Like I keep going back to think about how Ebina calls Ichi, tells him that he's got a bone to pick with him, tells him that he's holding Sawashiro captive bc what better bait to dangle in front of Ichi than the possibility of someone he cares for getting hurt??? And lets be real here the rest of the cast has no reason whatsoever to care about Sawashiro other than him being someone important to Ichi. (I think Tomi says something like 'i dont know this guy but if he's being used as bait he's gotta be important to you' iirc)

Then Kiryu walks in and is like "leave Ebina to me" bc Ebina's plotline is suddenly something personal Kiryu has to deal with??? (my feelings about kiryu being a protag in this game is a whole diff can of worms that I wont open rn but keep in mind how its mostly negative) So Ichi leaves that to him and doesn't really state what he's feeling about all the new info that gets dropped on him (this could be a 'Ichi putting others above himself' moment but i still hate it bc whats the point of Ebina's '''plot twist''' if Ichi was not even a part of it????)

And my god Sawashiro at that last scene. I think my live reaction of that scene is still on twitter where I just bitch for an hour. Even before the scene happened I was like "If they kill Sawashiro without Ichi present it'd make no sense. just like how killing Hanawa without Kiryu present was a Bad Choice".

When that chair turned... I think I tuned out the rest of Ebina's monologue bc I kept thinking the same 3 things: 1. none of this would've happened if sawashiro came with me to hawaii, 2. there's absolutely no reason for this to happen with This Cast (i dont think they even react outside of gasping or something) and 3. when will this masato clone wanna-be shut the fuck up so I can beat his face in (One thing I'll give to that chair scene was how it was a direct parallel to Hoshino's corpse. I think it was a very sexy thing rgg did.)

And then they're like "look!! he's not dead!!!" but at that point I was not sure if that was a 'last words' or a 'he's still alive!' moment. and I'm gonna be honest I Still Do Not know bc just like you said anon, NOONE DOES ANYTHING ABOUT HIM??? (nor about ebina for that matter) AND THEN THERES NO FOLLOW UP WHATSOEVER????? and all this makes me see it as sequel bait tbh

and I'm not even going into how he doesnt even get to meet Akane again. Thats a whole other topic on its own and I think I already typed out enough lol.

[0rionz-belt]

My experience seeing the Barbie Movie.

So I woke up today at 7 am to go see the Barbie movie at 9 am. It is opening day. I looked like a cross between a teenage boy in a late 80’s blockbuster film and a hot topic coupon freak from Y2K. I arrived at 8, with the theater not opening for a half hour and the mall itself not being officially open for another 2 hours. I headed past the groups of girls clad in pinks of all shades, got my ticket scanned 15 minutes before showtime, took my seat, and waited for my food and what I was expecting to be a silly movie for kids.

Barbie movie spoilers under the cut.

I walked out of that theater a little over 2 hours later and the first words to leave my brain and enter the physical world were not “Eh.” Or “wow! That was life changing!” Or “that was horrible”.

It was “What the fuck did I just watch”. In the absolute best way possible.

I expected the plot to be simple and easy to figure out from the trailers. I expected “oh Barbie is experiencing herself becoming a normal human, so she has to go to the real world to find the cause but our world is so different and the buisnessmen are the main antagonists and she has to avoid being trapped by them the whole movie until she can fix the issue and go home! and Ken is there too I guess.” I expected cliche. It’s a fucking barbie movie, why wouldn’t it be cliche?

But then they busted out the whole “you are actually being controlled by a kid and the kid is sad and it’s fucking you up. Go help your god.” And I was like Ok. I like that, that’s a good way to tie it up. And then you had the reveal of it actually being the mom playing with the dolls which had me going like “I don’t remember seeing her a bunch in the marketing, that’s a really great twist and it makes sense.”

And then. Oh man. And then they have Ken go off on his own and it’s played off in the moment as not a big deal but then you see him learning about Patriarchy. See him react to people paying attention to him in a positive way for once. See him go back to Barbieland. And the movie switches over from being about Barbie trying to escape the CEO of Mattel and find the kid, and into a plot that takes the whole “the real world isn’t as feminist as she thinks” and takes it up to 11. All the stuff where she’s being harassed for being female already engaged the target audience by being something they experience and then it goes in FURTHER with it and you have to realize as the Mattel people get shown less and less that Ken is the real antagonist of the movie.

That part caught me off guard. I don’t see myself as a woman anymore but god damn I felt that. And it was such a well made twist where things from the trailers finally made sense! And the whole thing they did to solve it. Holy shit. But you likely already know about that, so let’s skip ahead.

Here, I’ll give you a moment to breathe. I never saw that initial teaser trailer. The opening sequence was entirely new to me and holy FUCK was I confused. “I have all the genitals” is something I’ll be quoting for a while I think, that killed me. AND MAGIC EARRING KEN??? Oh my god it was amazing. Rest in peace to the 10 little girls sitting in my row, who don’t understand half of my reactions to that movie.

Okay back to the serious shit. I cried 3 times during that movie. Maybe it was my period, maybe it was bc I hadn’t taken my meds, maybe it was just that sad. The two scenes with Ruth and that monologue about being a woman and society’s standards for women got me. Out of the 3, the last scene with Ruth and Barbie made me cry the most. that scene fucking ripped my ribcage open and tore my heart out. It spoke to me. And in all honesty I wish i remembered it better bc I was too preoccupied trying to make sure none of the tween girls in the row noticed me crying.

I went into that movie expecting to relate heavily to Ken, for personal reasons I don’t want to disclose. And by the end of it, I still found myself relating to him somewhat. But moreover, I found Barbie to be incredibly relatable. It was astonishing.

That entire movie was on crack, I spent $70 for a doll and a car afterwards.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships My ocs and would they be a bad influence on kids 😭

Song oc:

Lily - no? She loves them and sets up a good example to them as possible

Alex - holy hell YES. Iike her niece would cry to her mom about not getting what she wanted and she'd be like "Listen to the poor kid! Come on, Mama! Look at her face- how could you say no to that?"

Zach - NOOO not at all.

Melody - Neutral. She would try to set a good example but it leans a bit towards failure.

Jane - is the kid.

Rosella - Kinda? She definitely spoils a kid to spite their parent.

Emmy - Yes. Straight up.

Edward - oh noooo he would be the best dad :((

Charlotte - This woman is strict as hell. So no.

Story draft oc (i still love them):

Adam - no

Adira - also no.. they literally work at an orphanage so-

Valerie - oh, yes. No, yes, no but yes.

Alexandra - N o

Victor - yes. A kid learned a swear word because of him and he did it intentionally for laughs

Leo - no :)

Ill-fated reality:

Damian - noooo.. but maybeee.. he's a bad influence on himself AND Jake so.. maybeee

Marianne - Gods no. Never was, never will be.

Elizabeth - yes but actually no. The "bad influence" is just her influencing a child to break out of harmful stereotypical norms. We all know who set that up 😒

Selene - No. Never.

Jake - ..no? He's a snitch. If a kid misbehaves he tells on them to their parents to teach them a lesson. He's the reason there are kids who recognize footsteps and presence. Idk if that's a bad influence. Neutral perhaps.

Catherine - I wanna say yes but Marianne is literally her daughter.. but then again did she even dote on her? Maybe, yes. Because of her influence as queen she sets an example to her people, and it includes children. So, yes..

Frederic - YES. STRAIGHT UP. Why do you think Damian hates Marianne? Why do you think THERE'S EVEN A FEUD? Duh.

Mary - No. Damian is the way he is because of her. So you should be thankful because she raised him right and that's why he's such a ladies man. Come on now this is pretty clear.

Ava - no.

Noah - oh, gods no. He is kind of just like Elizabeth. Catherine at some point would think he's a bad influence for Marianne because he "spoils" her, but no.. no he doesn't. Catherine has a different fucked up definition of what a bad influence is. Noah wants Marianne to be happy, but her happiness comes at such a high cost :( so excited to finally get out of my writer's block and officially introduce him

Anne - THE Anne herself? No. Aside from Mary, Anne set up an example for Damian. An example to always respect other people, an example to treat human beings, high position or not, as an equal. She looked after that kid and she knew she did it right. Anne has a scar on her arm solely for Damian's protection. She raised him as her own after Mary's death.

Frozenverse:

Ivy - yes.

Ethan - no.

I think we all know which side of their parents took after.

Hellaverse:

How do I begin to explain Mal? She has a lot of things going on with her.

Yes?

I think one time she snuck Judith out of her room while she was grounded for some sweets and she told Vox to briefly cut the hotel cameras for it?? He's like "why are you sneaking out a kid- more importantly, Alastor's kid? She probably deserved to be grounded."

After a lot of bickering he agreed.

Im leaving it an open ending for if ever Aponi caught them or not bc im not rlly sure.

Philippine Folklore:

Dalia - OH YES. In the tpoif verse she snuck Hope out to spite Alistar. Also she literally eats unborn kids so-

Amelia - girlie lures people to their deaths. Some of them were kids. Her whole folklore had to exist because people wanted to scare their children into not walking out at night. Because an encanto might take them. So yes. She is.

[thatsuhboldchoice]

alright i think i'm diving back into shx starting with as you like it bc i want to watch the nt production with rosalie craig and patsy ferran

this office space is...a lot to unpack

i literally never remember the plot of as you like it

i remember there are multiple dukes and multiple brothers? but i cannot remember who is a love interest for whom

there's also jaques and touchstone and the exiled duke and corin who are very different characters but whom my brains insists on mushing together

not gonna lie every production i've seen of this show i've found mind numbingly boring but i'm like there's gotta be merit here i'm gonna find it even if it kills me!

okay the bonsai trees on the desk kill me

i am willing to watch whatever this production throws at me simply for craig and ferran

ferran has no right being that adorable like my little gay heart goes pitter patter whenever she opens her mouth

also my gay self wants craig to step on me

so failing all else i love them

and now we wrestle. right here. in the office. sure. why not.

celia's little pjs!

there are scenes i recall though and rosalind's banishment is one...it's such a brutal thing to come right out of the gate

also i forgot how loyal celia is to rosalind

and they're like hey we'll just run away! rosalind will dress like a man! we'll just steal the fool!

holy shit holy fuck holy what is this set doing

AHHHHHHHHHHH

jesus mary and joseph okay that was inspired

creepy forest of arden that's just like dripping hell yes i'm here for it

how they get this all back down neatly i have no idea

i'm in love with whoever is singing here his voice my god

i don't really get the point of jaques and tbh i don't think anyone else does either including jaques

he pulled off all the world's a stage really nicely though

super famous speeches are hard and that one's idk...not very active? but he thought through it in a compelling way

are these post it notes falling as leaves?

the SHEEP the FUCKING SHEEP how to win my love: do something like that

when one ate a post it leaf i lost it

oh no celia's gonna break my heart

rosalind's so excited and enamored and celia literally just leaves

i don't know if it's specifically craig's portrayal or if i'm actually paying attention to text but rosalind is so mean to orlando

and i love it

she's like yes i have a crush on this boy yes i will bark orders at him

every playwright's at their best when it comes to banter and ole willy shakes is no exception

the shit between rosalind and orlando is a+

oh right that's who celia ends up with

okay fine this play does pick up momentum it just takes so long to get there my god

straight up forgot about that deus ex machina warp up with fake duke becoming a hermit

you know sometimes billy shakes just says fuck it let's call it a night

okay i am not as allergic to this play now

it's still not my favorite and i think it's got quite a few messy and/or slower bits that take a lot of work to deal with

but i see the appeal

which is the sheer number of possibilities with those fucking sheep

[sweetiecutie]

Remus makes his girl squirt for the first time 🙊👀

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, squirting, fingering, prob shitty grammar bc I don’t know rules for shit, overall filth

Remus can last for long. That’s something you found out after being in relationships with said man for almost a year - him being too shy and not wanting you to feel pressured or think that you mean only sex to him. It took a lot of reassurance and convincing from your side to actually have sex with Remus, but once you did - he became pretty much insatiable

God, this man can go on for hours, fucking you into any surface available, making you cum multiple times, to the point where you could literally see stars. Today was the case

Cozy autumn Saturday, you were both huddled up on Remus’ fluffy bad, loads of blankets and soft pillows scattered around, making you as comfy as possible - other boys are out in Hogsmeade, leaving dorm for you two. It started out like usual - with a cuddle session you both loved so much, ended up like usual too - with Remus fucking all of your brains out

Now you’re pressed tightly against the bouncy mattress, feet dangling in the air and your knees pressed against your chest in a mating-press as Remus pounds your cunt ferociously, the sound of his balls smacking against your ass can’t be muffled even by all the furniture and heavy curtains of cozy Gryffindor dorms

It’s gonna be your fourth orgasm - far from the the biggest number you’ve struck with Remus, but you still can feel the affects - your mind has gone hazy, It feels especially good today, as if Remus knew all your body’s desires before you could’ve even acknowledge them

Your pussy tightens around Remus as you can feel heat starting pooling in the bottom of your stomach - a telltale sign that your orgasm is nearing. Man surely feels the change, but he has different plans for you today

Remus pulls out quickly, but before you can even register it - three of his rough fingers fill your greedy pussy up. He pumps them in and out on a pace that is almost impossible, a slight curve of his digits makes him hit all the right spots inside your throbbing heat, making your back arch in pleasure that is almost too much

You wail at the intense feeling, any sense of shame left you a few hours ago - the moment Remus’ buried his cock balls-deep into you, to be exact. Your head falls back on now flat pillows, you try shutting your thighs around man’s arm subconsciously, but Remus sitting in between them doesn’t allow that. On the contrary - he uses his shoulders and a free hand to spread you out even more - it slightly changes the angle on which his fingers pummel your drooling hole, but that’s perfectly enough to bring you over the edge

Something deep within you snaps, your whole being is being engulfed into a swirl of lust and filthy euphoria

Your whole mind goes blank. The world spins around you and the only thing you can register is white-hot pleasure crashing in waves over you, over and over again. It’s overwhelming, to the point where it almost hurts, but you can’t bring it in yourself to stop Remus’ fingers

You can hear Remus’ excited laughter through the thick veil of pleasure still muffling all of your senses. You manage to crack your eyes open, the sight of your boyfriend crouching over your trembling body, his cock is still standing high and proud, almost maniacal grin stretching his thin lips

- Holy fuck babe, that was hot, - Remus tuts, both of his hands glide up and down your trembling thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Some of the slick from the fingers which were pummeling you mere moments ago gets onto your skin, cooling it down unpleasantly. When did he pull his fingers out and how come that you didn’t even notice?

- Remmy? - you mumble, confused by your unusually tired state and his suspicious glee. Man only chuckles at you, leaning down to place a few wet kisses on your lips and cheeks

- Poor thing, didn’t even realize you were squirting, did you? - Remus asks in mock compassion, jutting his bottom lip forward a bit

You gape at him with great surprise, eyes darting towards the place between your legs. The sheets are soaked - not too much, but that’s definitely not caused by a regular female orgasm. You feel your cheeks heating up - not in shame, but excitement. Your eyes catch Remus’ right hands coming from your hip to his dick, pumping it in lazy wide strokes

- You think you can give me one more, hm? - Remus asks, aligning fat pink head of his cock with your drenched quivering entrance

You nod with strong enthusiasm

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Share your smutty thoughts with me, that’d really help me to create more content💖

[chromes-corner]

Wait wait!! I just had an idea since I heavily simp for Dark Cacao Cookie himself!! How about he secretly has a breeding kink?? His thoughts of you being pregnant with his first born (aka Dark Choco Cookie) will make him absolutely feral and crave of you so much!! He even marks you up, both of your neck and shoulders to show on how much he loves you and reader gladly shows it off by wearing a loose kimono.

- 🌹 anon (again)

*if this makes you even a bit of discomfort, feel free to delete this ask!

🌹 anon i want you to know that this request has lived rent-free in my head since the moment it flew into my inbox. did you, like, hire someone to follow me around and learn exactly what makes me tick????? because holy shit this encapsulates EVERYTHING THAT I LIVE FOR. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. MWAH KISSES FOR YOU <3

i hope you enjoy this one bc i sure loved writing it lmao

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Celebrations (NSFW)

Dark Cacao/AFAB!Reader

Notes: this is so fucking filthy oh my GOD

Content Warnings: NSFW. Like, very NSFW

A/N: cookie run fandom i am so sorry for this one

The hallways of the castle are bustling, same as they always are. A group of soldiers sits huddled around a table, enjoying high spirits with their overflowing mugs and boisterously jabbering between themselves. A wrestling match between two breaks out, and a crowd of tipsy, off-duty guards gathers to cheer. A gaggle of women shuffles down the hall, giggling in hushed voices as they pass by the rabble. Even a few priests, normally buried in their work, had stopped to coincide with the rowdy brawn of the soldiers. With the Wall reinforced at last, it is only natural that the hardened, world-weary citizens of Dark Cacao take a break and enjoy the finer things life has to offer — such as beating down on their fellow comrades in friendly, drunken combat.

Dark Cacao throws a glance at the celebrating soldiers. He is just as proud of their work as they are, but he lacks the time to properly commemorate the accomplishment. A member of his court walks by his side, discussing with him an upcoming council meeting on the state and future of the villages beyond the walls of the Kingdom. He nods and hums along to the man at his side, giving an occasional bit of candid input when needed. As they discuss the village representatives set to join the council at the meeting, they turn a corner, and the conversation suddenly becomes very one-sided.

You’re standing at the opposite end of the hall, beneath an ornate oil painting of the snowy landscape. You hold a smoldering stick of incense in your fingers before placing it carefully in its holder. The earthy fragrance hits his senses near-instantly, but the scent is not what causes him to trail off in the middle of his sentence.

Your robes, so often neatly wrapped around your body, now hang loosely over your figure. The collar, messily ruffled and open, leaves little to the imagination, and Dark Cacao swallows thickly as his eyes trace over the bare curve of your shoulder. On your shoulder, though, is a mark. An indent that forms a half-circle at the junction of your neck and collarbone. Dark Cacao swipes his tongue over the sharp wedges of his front teeth as he recognizes the pattern of the markings that faintly litter your skin.

His eyes travel down past your shoulders and chest — only after taking a good look at the exposed skin — and land on your stomach, where one of your hands clutches lightly at the fabric of your clothes, adjusting it to your form. The knot that secures the robes to your body is loose. The material could easily be torn from your waist. Your clothing could be pushed up or discarded. A thousand different scenarios of ripping you free of your adornments play in Dark Cacao’s head at lightning speeds, and his heart rate suddenly begins to pick up. He imagines you under him, on top of him, bent over, on your knees, and a whole cocktail of other possible positions. One image, however, sticks out from the rest.

He imagines you heavy with his child. 

As his eyes trace the contour of your stomach, the thought hits Dark Cacao like a bolt from a crossbow. It’s a simple image, one that isn’t as raunchy as the rest, but it sets his gut on fire. You’re already his spouse, but to have you bear his child? It brings a new sort of arousal that sets his nerves alight and pools in his loins. There is something about it that makes the tips of his fingers twitch. Something that fills his mouth with saliva. Something that heightens every sense in his body and trains them all on you. 

He has to get you alone. He has to get himself alone. 

“Why don’t you celebrate our victory this evening?” Dark Cacao says all too quickly, interrupting whatever it was the young court member was worrying himself over. “The Court will not convene for a while. We will work out the finer details at a later date.”

The man folds his hands together, clearly still concerned over the meeting. He opens his mouth to argue, but then changes his mind about protesting against his King's wishes.

“Of course, my lord.” He offers a bow and quickly walks off.

No time is wasted. No hesitation occurs. You are none the wiser to the hungry eyes that roam your every edge. Dark Cacao drifts towards you, each step precise and meticulously placed. The bustle of the crowd is behind him. It is only the two of you in the hallway. Adrenaline akin to that received following a battle rages through his blood, thumping through his veins with unrelenting vigor as he closes in on his prey.

Dark Cacao wrenches you around by the shoulder and presses your back to the castle wall. You are sandwiched between unimaginable cold and palpable heat in the blink of an eye. Ragged breathing fills one of your ears as he leans in, so close you can feel the thump of his heart against your own chest. Warm puffs of air spread across the bare skin of your neck. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Though the incense beside you continues to smoke, all you can smell is the heady bitterness of the man pinning you down.

“What are these games you are trying to play with me?” His voice is so low and quiet that it merely comes out as a breathy rumble.

You sweetly hum in faux confusion. “Games? I don’t think I understand what you’re saying.”

Dark Cacao presses the flats of his teeth against the shell of your ear and snarls. “Don’t play coy with your King. Are you trying to garner the attention of all the men in the Kingdom?”

You lean in just as close as he is and drop your voice to a whisper. “No, just yours. And I can see it worked.”

Your body is flush with his, and you can feel the bump of his erection digging into your lower stomach. It only jabs you further at your insinuation.

Dark Cacao’s only answer is a gruff hmph. You can feel the vibrations of the grunt in his chest, and it sends a shiver shooting down your spine. He trails a hot exhale down your ear, then latches himself right below the point of your jaw. Sharp teeth nestle into your skin where he sucks, and when you make a noise at the sensation, those same teeth clamp down dangerously close to your vital arteries with a reverberating growl.

Your playful provocativity falters as you remember where you are. You cast a nervous glance down the hall. “Anyone could turn the corner and see us, my King.”

“And what would they do?” Dark Cacao rumbles. “Interrupt their King?”

“I suppose not,” you say, “but I would still prefer to seek privacy. That is if you plan to continue?”

Dark Cacao gives you a final nibble and pulls away with a soft pop, leaving you cold in the absence of his heat. There is no doubt in your mind that there is a large red mark on your neck, and in a very visible place, no less. The thought does not bother you nearly as much as it should. He wordlessly takes you by the hand and pulls you along, his steps swift. Though his words have been blunt and jagged, the small squeeze he gives your hand lets you know that the pointedness of his attitude is merely an act fueled by ravenous hormones.

The two of you slip through a pair of large paneled doors that lead to a dark room, illuminated only by the glow of the hushed violet flames of the braziers affixed to the walls. The walls are thick and soundproof, as when you closed the heavy doors behind you with a thunk, the room deafened to the prattle outside. A towering bookshelf makes up one of the walls, containing thick, leather-bound books of all sizes imaginable. An unlit fireplace is nestled into the far wall, behind an ancient-looking desk in the middle of the room. The wooden desk is adorned with a stack of books, and various quills and papers are scattered across its surface.

You walk lightly across the hefty fur rug that spans half the room as you are tugged deeper into the study. You’re suddenly whirled around in front of Dark Cacao, and he drives you backward until you find yourself sitting on the desk. Papers have already been sent fluttering towards the ground, and Dark Cacao shoves the remaining books aside. They fall with a heavy thump onto the stone floor.

You are not given so much as a warning before Dark Cacao notches his teeth into your skin once again. He’s taken to the other side of your neck, latching on like a wolf on a lamb and pressing his tongue flat against your fluttering pulse. His groans come out as growls, vibrating in the back of his throat, when you grasp at his hair for leverage. His hands busy themselves with shoving the fabric of your robes aside to reach the heated bareness within.

“All this festivity over the Wall and I have not yet had a chance to celebrate,” he says lowly, “until now.”

You press your cheek against his head with a satisfied sigh. “And what shall you do to celebrate, love?”

Dark Cacao stops as if in thought. The pause lasts years, it seems, as he remains frozen in place. He removes his mouth from your shoulder, the area growing cold where his saliva still lingers. Then, with a movement that slows time itself, he turns to brush his wetted lips against your ear.

Your name rolls off his tongue like it’s spelled with silk. His voice is breathless and barely louder than the soft crackling of the flames. His hand skirts down your back, dragging the material of your clothes with it. The folds slide off your shoulders and pool around your hips on the desk.

“I am going to fill you, my dear,” Dark Cacao’s voice is deathly quiet, and yet it blares in the stillness of the empty study. “And you will take every last drop. You will feel me between your legs long after I am done with you.”

Each syllable sends an electric jolt through your gut, and your legs spread subconsciously at every drawn-out enunciation. This does not go unnoticed, as Dark Cacao brings you closer to him, so close that you’re only half-sitting on the desk, and more so being supported upright by tightening your legs around his hips. He bunches up the bottom of your robes and smooths a hand up your thigh, inching over the sensitive skin at unbearably slow speeds. When he reaches your pelvis, he hums in near-surprise. He rolls his thumb over the slickness between your legs. You’re not wearing anything underneath.

Dark Cacao pulls away and closely inspects his handiwork — the marks on your neck and the flush on your face. Goosebumps rise on your skin at both the lack of contact and the way he studies every bit of you with enigmatic deliberation.

“Flip over.”

You obey without question. You stand, legs quivering, and turn around, pushing your thighs against the desk and supporting yourself with your hands. Your clothes become a heap of fabric on the floor. The dusty, polished wood beneath your palms is cool to the touch, nothing like the body that bears down on your back after a moment of adjustment.

Dark Cacao grazes his teeth over your shoulder before fitting them into the marks he had left before. His hands wander, then settle, one between your legs and the other over your sternum. Between him finding the sweet spots on your neck and his calloused fingers working your lower half, you find that you’re lowering yourself to plant your forearms firmly on the desk. Even that is too much effort as he leans some of his weight on you with a hardy clamp of his jaws, and you have no choice but to collapse entirely across the flat surface.

He once again pulls back, and you’re getting rather tired of the cold that rushes to fill the space where he once was. Dark Cacao trails a hand down your back. It leaves a trail of electricity that tingles down your spine. You shiver in anticipation.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he muses, “waiting for me to breed you. Would you like that? Do you wish for me to spill myself inside of you?”

Cheek flat against the wood and legs rubbing together, all you can offer is a weak, “Yes.”

He slides himself in with ease, and you grip the edge of the desk as he does so. Dark Cacao is so thick that your every little squirm or twitch involuntarily squeezes his girth. So delectably sleeved around him once he hilts, you can do nothing but shake and gasp once he starts rocking himself inside you. It’s slow, careful almost, as he knows how easy it would be to hurt you. While endearing, however, it’s just not enough.

“Please,” you moan, grabbing his attention.

He is attentive to your needs, leaning down and whispering, “What is it, my dear?”

“I— I need more.” You stuff your knuckles in your mouth when you hear his strangled groan. “Oh, Divines— I need all of it. Please, Dark Cacao.”

At the mention of his name, Dark Cacao’s hips buck forward. The desk beneath you screeches on the stone floor as it lurches forward, and you cry out with it. He plants his hands on the edge of the desk next to your head and snarls like an animal. When you say his name again, you are met with the same reaction.

The desk continues to rattle in protest against the floor, but all you can hear are the obscene sounds coming from behind you. The only thing on your mind is him, and your vocals reflect that as you call his name over and over and over again. Each shout becomes louder and more desperate than the last. Dark Cacao’s long hair tickles you as he leans over your back.

“I am going to fill you,” he grunts, echoing previous sentiments, but with considerably less control than before. “Would you like that? Would you like to carry my heir?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper, white edging your vision as the spring in your gut coils tighter and tighter. “Oh Gods, I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” Dark Cacao gruffly mumbles, stroking a hand down your shoulder blade, thumbing over the angry red marks he had previously left.

His pace is unrelenting, pushing you back and forth on the table like you’re weightless. Your heels bounce from the ground at the force of every thrust, filling you entirely before he pulls himself nearly all the way out, and the cycle begins again. You beg for release with each pass, your entire body on fire and sparks flying in your vision. The burning coil in your stomach threatens to shatter

You say his name, just like you have countless times before. “Dark Cacao, please, come inside me. Give me a baby,” you cry. 

Dark Cacao’s pace becomes sloppy and erratic, entirely offbeat from the perfected metronome of before. His pupils constrict into slits and he roars. It’s feral and it’s abrupt and it pushes you over the edge. Your vision is washed over with white as every muscle in your body pulses, your fingernails digging into the wood and your feet scrabbling for purchase. You can feel him twitch inside you, and after a final pump, your insides are coated with his seed.

Though your lower half is now entirely numb, having ridden off your high, you can still feel the liquid seeping within you. Dark Cacao, fully spent, pulls out — only after making sure every last drop was deposited within — and you can feel him behind to drip down your legs. Two sets of heavy breathing fill the room as you huff and puff, attempting to regulate your lungs. You try to get up, but your weak legs buckle underneath you.

Dark Cacao catches you and hefts you onto the desk, not caring about the mess he’s made of you. He dips back down to your neck, this time giving it feather-light kisses. He traces over the fresh indents he’s made with a gentle finger, softly and delicately.

“Our child will be perfect,” he sighs, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles sweetly, as though he didn’t just wreck your entire shit. “We will try as many times as it takes to bring ourselves a little heir.”

“Dark Cacao…” you say quietly, suddenly nervous about a truth you’ve withheld. You brush the wild, unkempt hair from his face. “About that…”

He looks at you expectantly, eyes wide and clutching your hand in his.

Your lips purse over a wide smile that threatens to break free. “I’m already pregnant.”

[spencersawkward]

top shelf//MGG - part 1

summary: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more.

word count: 3k

content warnings: swearing but nothing else!

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

A/N: hi! welcome to my new series. i don’t think this will be super long in terms of parts, but i’ll try to update as frequently as possible for you all. this chapter is pretty expositional, so i’m sorry in advance lol. also i know i made it short but lmk if you want them to be longer. also shoutout my sweet sweet angels @reidsconverse and @voidsfilm bc i would literally cry without both of you. also THANK YOU to @dr-spencerr-reidd for this concept bc i probably wouldn't have written it without your ask!! sending hugs :)

you throw your phone down on the passenger seat with a frustrated groan. after everything that's happened today, you're now stuck on a congested street with your car barely inside the parking spot alongside the sidewalk.

your screen sits there beside you, blank and unresponsive, and you know you're going to have to go inside the coffee shop to ask to use their phone and call Triple A. of course it's not working because nothing is working today. you might as well just sit in your car and cry.

but you can't, because you have a huge project for work that you need to get done by next week, and you've already procrastinated enough. a red glow from the headlights of other cars on the street shine through your windows like melted wax, distorted by the rain. it's been pouring all day.

bracing yourself for the onslaught, you grab the old umbrella from the foot well of the passenger seat and open the door of your car. the torrents hit your body like a wall of ice, soaking you as you try to get to the safety of the café. the umbrella helps a little, but then you get to the overhang and have to actually close it before you head inside.

your fingertips slip around the metal, trying to shove the thing closed while water drips off the bridge of your nose. it's frustrating. your footsteps are still determined as they move towards the entrance, but you're distracted by the stubborn nature of the object, so you don't see the man walking out.

it's not even a bodily collision, really. it's so much worse: the sopping material of the umbrella pokes him in the stomach, knocking the hot cup of coffee all over his sweater.

your eyes widen.

"oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry--" you stutter over your words, completely at a loss. his face is twisted up in an expression of concealed pain. it can't feel good to have hot coffee seeping through your clothes after being prodded by a piece of metal. you move your wet hair out of your face in order to look at him full-on.

"it's fine, really." he gives you what's supposed to be a friendly smile, but looks more like a grimace. your stomach twists; he's hot. like, if you saw him at the bar you would stare at him all night kind of hot.

"no, it's not," your face heats up, despite the cold, damp air. "let me buy you another coffee."

"I--" he glances down at his sweater, which is knitted with cute foxes on the front, then back at you. he pauses a moment and you have to bite down on your tongue to keep from collapsing. he's considerably older than you, but he doesn't dress or act that way. maybe late thirties, if you had to guess. "sure. thanks."

a flowering relief in your chest, partly because he doesn't seem angry and partly because you'd like to look at his face just a bit longer. your eyes stay on his until someone walks through the door of the café and reminds you of where you are.

without a word, you brush past and go into the building, him trailing behind.

Matthew watches as you walk ahead, your clothes spattered with rainwater and your hair somewhat messed up, too. he smiles to himself at the way you almost bump into the corner of a table, nervousness evident in nearly every movement.

you head to the counter, setting your hands on the granite while the barista checks out your unkempt appearance.

"hi," you smile at her before realizing you have no idea what this guy wants. you turn around and see him standing slightly behind you, suppressing a smile. he can tell how flustered you are, and now you look like a fool. "what coffee do you drink?"

"can I have a medium Americano, please?" he asks the barista with a friendly smile. he's got straight teeth, dimples... holy shit. you wish he had been unappealing so that this whole situation would be less humiliating.

you pay for his drink before getting out of the way, both of you slowly walking to the pickup counter.

"again, I'm really sorry. that stupid umbrella." you shake the thing at your side, raindrops falling to the floor. you run a hand through your wet hair.

"it's okay. I appreciate you getting me another cup." he flashes that smile again and you remember that his sweater is all stained. before you can think to do anything else, you pluck a handful of napkins from the self-serve station and start to dab at the material.

he looks down at you for a second, surprised by the way you grab his clothes. Matthew feels your hand pressing into his stomach innocently, and he feels himself blush a little. it's only when you pull away that he's able to regain his head.

"it's still bad," you throw away the napkins and re-evaluate the garment. "jesus christ, it's a nice sweater, too."

"hey, it's totally fine. I can just wash it out." he lets out a slight chuckle, and the sound makes your heart flutter. he's got a dad laugh. deep in his chest.

"baking soda and water." you say abruptly. he frowns.

"what?"

"to get the stain out? I use baking soda and water for coffee stains and it usually works." you explain gently, your eyes meeting again. his irises are a brownish hazel color, warm. the laugh lines by them are charming.

"oh," he grins. "do you get coffee stains often?"

you twist your mouth to the side and glance at the windows of the coffee shop. he's teasing you and you'd be remiss if you said you don't want to play along. "more than I'd like to admit."

you can feel him looking at you with that stupidly brilliant smile and it's really setting you off-kilter. someone shouldn't be that attractive; it's not fair. and yet you want desperately to stare, if purely for the sake of aesthetic enjoyment.

"I'm Matthew." he extends his hand, which is decorated with a series of rings. you realize that you don't even know his name.

"Y/N." you shake. his fingers are softer than you expected.

"nice to meet you, Y/N."

"and under such fortuitous circumstances." the corners of your mouth turn up as you relax a little.

he laughs at your words, the delightful ring of it interrupted by a new Americano showing up on the counter. he glances at the to-go cup, then at you, then goes to get his drink. you wish you knew what he was thinking, but he's not displaying anything past friendliness.

"well, um." something like disappointment settles in your stomach as you recognize this will be the last of your interaction. there's no reason for him to stick around, and you need to get back home to work, anyway.

"I'll let you get back to your day." Matthew doesn't seem nervous, just unsure as he grips the coffee in his hand. you open and close your mouth like something impressive enough to keep him here will come out. you know it won't.

and then you remember the state of affairs, the existence of your useless car and the useless phone in the front seat, how you're going to have to call Triple A and then your roommate to come get you.

Matthew realizes that you aren't going to say anything and he gives you one last smile and an awkward wave before turning to go. you watch in silence as he crosses the room to the door. two more seconds until he's out of your life forever. so of course you choose this exact moment to speak.

"wait."

his head jerks suddenly to look at you. this is embarrassing, but you have nothing to lose.

"can I... borrow your phone?"

Matthew tilts his head to the side slightly, frowning as though deeply confused. and you suppose it is a strange thing to ask, especially given that you're a younger person and most people your age carry their phones everywhere. "sure." he walks back over to you, pulling his cell out of his pocket.

"I just--" you fumble with the device while you decide how to phrase it without sounding like a pathetic mess. "my car keeps breaking down and my phone battery is, like, totally fucked, so it just turns off and on constantly and it’s still in my car but it’s raining and I just wanna see if it’s back on so I can call my roommate." you immediately cringe at yourself. the rambling isn’t cute.

he’s not too bothered by your panicking, though, his mouth only forming an O shape. "it’s no problem."

you dial your number, fingers trembling while he waits. he's turned his eyes to the rest of the coffee shop, but it still makes you nervous that he's standing right there. you put the cell to your ear and pray that it rings out.

you’re greeted by the sound of your own voice telling you to leave a message. great. with a frustrated sigh, you hang up and Matthew gives you an inquisitive expression.

“it’s still off,” you explain. “I’m gonna call my roommate.”

he nods and shoves his hands into his pockets while you punch in the other number. for a split second, you peek his way and admire his side profile. he really is something to behold; a model, maybe.

"hello?" good thing Cecilia has no problem answering unknown numbers. you bite your lip.

"hey, it's me."

"Y/N? whose phone are you using?"

"uh, someone I just met--" you frown as you try to find a way to describe him without something as insulting as a random guy. "anyway, my car broke down so I was wondering if you could pick me up."

there's a pause on the other end of the line, like the movement of sheets and the slightly disappointed groan of another person. she probably has her boyfriend over again. "sure, of course. where are you?"

you give her the address and hang up before dialing the car repair company. Matthew gestures to a table off to the side so that you two don't need to stand, and then you sit down across from him. you're so distracted by the person on the other end of the line that you don't even think about it.

Matthew twists his rings on his fingers. he's fidgety and it's sort of cute. you try not to stare at his hands, at the black spot of ink on the outside of his pinky. either he writes a lot or he's an artist. you have to focus on the table in order to keep from blushing.

finally, you finish up with the phone and hand it back to him. "you're a life saver."

"do you want me to wait with you until your friend gets here?" he gestures out the window. your immediate reaction is to say yes. it'll be awkward to sit here alone without your phone, without coffee. but you don't want to keep him any longer than you already have.

"it's okay, I'm sure you have places to be." you smile accommodatingly. he chooses his next words carefully, it seems.

"I don't, really. but I'll leave you alone if that's what you want, too." the way he speaks, offering his company without trying to impose... something about it makes your heart melt a bit. you appreciate his thoughtfulness. it makes you want to know more.

"okay," you nod as you make your decision. "if you wanna stay. it shouldn't be too long."

"great," he settles back into his chair, the light from the café lights above you reflecting off the lenses of his glasses. "why does your car keep breaking down?"

you exhale sharply at the thought. "that's a really good question, because I don't know the answer. it's super old and I'm too broke to afford a new one."

he nods.

Matthew's mind turns to different avenues at this knowledge. he knows you're young and that usually means that there isn't a lot of spare income. and he doesn't know if you have a job. but what he does know is that you've got an energy about you-- a sweet, well-intentioned manner that draws him in. every once in a while throughout the conversation, you throw out certain phrases that hint at a quick-witted intelligence.

you're funny, but not boldly so. and when you two get on the topic of how you ended up rain-soaked, shoving your way into a Los Angeles café, you tell him about your day.

"--and I have this shitty job right now working for one of my old professor's friends, so it's not like I can afford to constantly repair the damages. all my money is going towards my savings so I can pay for grad school, anyway." you sigh. he listens intently to your words, and he never shies away from eye contact. every time he nods along, you practically feel your heart leap.

"what do you do?" he asks.

"I write for a wellness magazine, but I'm sort of a fraud." you joke.

he laughs. "why's that?"

"I don't know, a lot of it is about different yoga methods and meditation, stuff like that-- but I don't do any of that in my daily life." you admit. it should be embarrassing, but you don't feel ashamed of the fact. he seems to find it funny.

"working your way toward a different kind of job, then?"

"I'm hoping for a more editorial role, honestly, but..." you lift your eyes to his. they're bright, he notices; full of a deep-rooted hope. "gotta start somewhere, right?"

"very true." Matthew wants to tell you just how much he understands, about the roles as an actor he's taken and the hours he spent making films in college, just hoping that one day he'd be able to make things on his own, but he doesn't want to scare you away or sound like he's bragging. it's not your fault you don't know who he is.

"sorry," you speak through a silence he doesn't realize he's left between you two. "I've talked your ear off and you don't even really know me. what do you do?"

"oh--" Matthew actually blushes this time. you see the pink creeping up his neck. "I'm an actor."

in the same way they did when you ran into him, your eyes widen. "an actor?"

"yeah," he smiles at the expression on your face. "you know that show, Criminal Minds?"

the name is familiar, but you've never seen an episode. "yeah, of course."

"I'm in that."

you don't know a lot about the program, but you've heard it talked about and you know that it's a popular show. so this guy is an actual actor, not just some LA wannabe. that makes him about five times more intimidating. you feel even more idiotic for not seeing it before.

"oh, shit," the words tumble out. Matthew grins at the bluntness of your reaction, and you scramble to recover. "sorry I didn't know who you are."

"no worries!" he laughs it off. "it's not a big deal."

"do you like it?" you ask. "being famous, I mean."

he shifts in his seat for a second as he makes a face like he doesn't know how to answer. you wonder if there's something deeper to him that you just haven't seen, yet. secret feelings about the subject. "I'm really not very famous, but I love the work."

genuinely humble. you can see it in his face, the sparkle in his eyes. and maybe he's just charming and you're just a girl blinded by his attractiveness, but your gut tells you that he's being real.

this time, you're the one who falls silent. admittedly, you get a little in your head sometimes. and it makes sense, now, the smoothness of his behavior and the sheer beauty of his face. this is a show business city-- of course he's famous.

Matthew's phone rings and he jumps, as if jolted from a dream. your attention moves immediately to the screen and you recognize Cecilia's number. he pushes the device over to you.

"hello?" your voice sounds far away.

"hey, I'm here. where are you?" she says.

"I'm just inside the café."

"oh, okay, I'll park and come in--" you hear the click of a seatbelt and start to panic. she can't see you in here with him.

"no!" you say too loudly. Matthew's head jerks up to frown at you.

"why not?" Cecilia asks, confused.

"no reason," god, you're a bad liar. "I'll come out and we can wait for the Triple A person in your car." you and Matthew make eye contact again. he gives you an understanding smile. your stomach flips.

"sounds good." she hangs up and you grab your umbrella. time to go.

"thanks for letting me use your phone." you stand, not really wanting to say goodbye but also lacking a reason to stay. he remains in his spot, seemingly now settled into this little corner of the café. it sort of suits him, this place. all cozy and slightly strange.

“happy to help.” you notice the tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip as if deliberating whether or not to say anything further. but he doesn’t and you feel awkward just standing there by the table.

“I’ll, uh…” you could ask for his number. but that would be weird, right? he doesn’t really seem to have an interest, anyway. “I’ll see you around, then.”

“yeah. it was nice to meet you, Y/N.” he gives one more of those killer smiles and you turn around, almost bumping into a display of coffee beans before correcting yourself and heading back outside.

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[comfortbucky]

I asked for the doctor!bucky andd you don't have to write but I forgot to ask... He is like a really busy doctor and it surprises the female reader that he is going to do her stitches... Wanda is his assistant. He has to give you a pain numbing shot in your cut and he comforts you when you scream and writh in pain... Thanks xxx

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pairing: doctor!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: descriptions of bloody injuries, medical settings, stitches, needles

A/N: omg i’ve never written for doctor!bucky before so i’m excited hehe :) thank u for ur request! // i changed around who was administering the numbing agent and doing the stitches btw i hope u don't mind, just made more sense in my head for bucky to be able to comfort her if his hands are free!

hope u enjoy! <3 sorry if this isn't that good asjdfhaldf

Y/L/N = your last name

also let me just indulge myself and sprinkle some of my own experiences in this bc a couple months ago i literally slammed my head into a wall and cut my eyelid😃nothing bad enough to get stitches but i do have a scar💗

word count: 2k

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“Y/N! Come quick!”

Y/N was digging through her dresser for a sweater when her roommate, Darcy, called out for her. She lifted her head up and spun it without thinking, completely forgetting that her dresser was situated in the corner of her room, slamming her head into the wall.

Her ears started to ring and she bent over in laughter, her natural response to pain, as tears threatened to fall down her face.

“Y/N?” Darcy was met by silence, Y/N struggling to respond, her body overcome with laughter so hard she was inaudible. Concerned that Y/N had knocked herself out cold, Darcy peeked her head around the corner of Y/N’s doorway, to find her hurled over, a hand over her left eye, drops of crimson blood on the ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Y/N lifted her head, calming down from her fit of laughter, and nodded.

“Yeah, of course, this would happen to me,” she replied chuckling, taking a tissue from Darcy to put pressure on her cut.

Carefully making her way to a mirror, Y/N grabbed her phone on the way. She stared at her reflection and slowly removed the tissue from her face to examine the extent of her injury. It was steadily bleeding, most likely a bad sign. Y/N placed her tissue back over her cut and reached for her phone and Facetimed her friend Matt, an EMT.

“Hello- What the fuck happened to you?”

“Hi Matt,” she replied, shooting him a grin through the screen. “Slammed my head against the wall, by accident.”

“I would hope so,” he sighed. “Let me guess, you’re wondering whether you should go to the ER or not?”

“You know me so well, Matty.”

“Has it stopped bleeding?” Y/N removed the tissue and felt a warm liquid trail down the side of her face.

“No.”

“Go to the ER, please.” She groaned.

If there was one place in the world she despised, it was a hospital. But Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to convince either of her friends otherwise, and dragged her feet as she reluctantly followed Darcy to her car.

It was a normal night in the ER, which meant a fury of organized chaos. Bucky found himself needed in 6 places, all at the same time. But this was an environment that he had become accustomed to, almost finding comfort in the madness of it all. Although the ER was bustling with patients, there weren’t any injuries that were very severe, mostly just broken bones and lacerations. Simple enough to the point where Bucky felt like he was operating on autopilot mode. Going through the motions of whatever task he needed to do, but not anything more than that. He felt numb. For the last several years of his life, the hospital was all that he knew. Bucky kept himself busy with work, leaving him with only a small social circle and his cat, Alpine. It was enough for him, but he never really felt complete. Which is why he threw himself into his work, drowning out his inner thoughts about a missing piece he never thought he’d find.

“Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 25.”

Bucky took a quick sip of his coffee and sighed before heading off to see his next patient. Wanda appeared from around the corner and started walking with him.

“This one’s a simple laceration, just might need stitches.” Bucky nodded in response to her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She was one of the select few who he considered a friend. Which was a little odd considering he was an attending and she was only a resident. But she was a good student, a fast learner, and one of the only residents he was ever willing to work with. He took her under his wing, fostering a friendship by spending time together in his office, reviewing various medical cases and files.

“Alright, you up to do them?”

Wanda came to a halt, Bucky taking a couple steps before looking back at her, tilting his head, waiting for a response.

“Y-Yeah, yes!” She stammered. “T-thank you, Dr. Barnes.” He nodded his head and turned back around to continue walking, Wanda close behind.

Y/N was sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding a blood-soaked tissue over her left eye. Her leg was bouncing, a nervous tic she had developed from a young age. The adrenaline had worn off, forcing her to feel a throbbing pain, her eyes brimming with tears. She avoided crying in front of people whenever possible, so as soon as Darcy left to grab some coffee and snacks from the cafeteria, she let the floodgates open. The sound of footsteps approaching made her freeze and she used her sleeves to sloppily wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

A firm, but somehow also gentle, voice called out to her before the curtain was pulled open to reveal a tall man with dark brown hair, a stubbly beard, and stunningly blue eyes standing next to a woman with blazing red hair and contrasting green eyes. Y/N’s gaze was immediately fixated on the man’s eyes, unable to look away for a moment, before she realized she was staring. She quickly looked down and cleared her throat.

“Y/N, you can just call me Y/N.”

The man nodded and set down his clipboard at the end of the bed before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Barnes and this is Dr. Maximoff.” The woman gave a slight wave as she began charting on a computer. “Can I take a look at your eye?”

Y/N nodded, feeling her anxiety rise as the doctor pulled some gloves on and approached her.

He pulled over a stool to sit on and carefully removed the tissue that Y/N had been holding in place to assess the injury. While Bucky looked at her cut, he stole a glance to study the rest of her face. He couldn't help but take note of the pained look on her face, her eyes still watery and her button nose red from crying. It was the first time in a long time that he felt a twinge of pain while looking at someone's injury, that he felt practically anything at all during a shift. She felt his warm breaths on her face for a moment before he pulled away and replaced her bloody tissue with some gauze.

“Do you mind if she takes a look as well?” Y/N nodded again. Bucky got up from the stool, allowing Wanda to take his spot and assess her eye.

“So it looks like you just need 2 or 3 stitches, very simple procedure.”

Y/N felt her entire body tense up at Wanda's conclusion. She could barely stand sitting in a hospital bed alone and now she was about to get poked and prodded with needles. Bucky noticed and attempted to ease her worries.

"We'll administer a numbing agent, so you won't feel any pain, just pressure at the site."

She looked up at Bucky, who had a kind, tired expression on his face. It looked like he was having a long night and she didn't want to make his job any more difficult than it probably already was. Y/N gave him a small nod and Wanda started to gather the necessary supplies.

She laid back in bed with Wanda and Bucky sitting next to each other on her left. Her hands were folded on her stomach, eyes shut.

"You're gonna feel a slight pinch, okay?" She nodded and bit her lip to try and distract herself.

Wanda proceeded to administer the numbing shot and Y/N squeezed her hands tight, whimpering in pain. Bucky observed the pained expression on her face and placed a hand on her forearm, reflexively rubbing his thumb in small circles. When Wanda pulled the needle out, Y/N slowly fluttered her eyes open and was greeted by Bucky's warm smile. A blush crept to her cheeks and she turned her attention to the ceiling. Immediately, Bucky realized how unprofessional his action was and removed his hand. He had no idea what had come over him, but he'd never felt so drawn to someone like this before.

"Now I'm going to do the stitches, okay? You should just feel a slight pressure." Just as before, Y/N shut her eyes after Wanda spoke and gripped her hands tight. She felt the pressure that Wanda was talking about and couldn't help but squirm at the feeling. Another wave of anxiety rushed over her and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Wanda removed the needle and quickly turned to Bucky, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a reassuring look before speaking softly.

"Y/N? Do you think you could hold still for just a little longer?" She opened her eyes, brimming with tears.

"Sorry, I just, I hate needles." Y/N fiddled with her hands as she kept her gaze up, trying to avoid the tears from escaping. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest at the sight.

"What do you think would help you relax?"

Thoughts ran through her head as she tried to find a solution to relieve her anxiety. Y/N thought back to when she was young and chuckled, remembering a stuffed whale that she got at an aquarium, that went everywhere with her.

"This is stupid but, when I was a kid, I would carry around this stuffed animal around and it helped to hold it whenever I had to get shots."

Bucky thought for a moment and ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was going to regret the words about to leave his mouth.

"You could hold my hand."

Y/N and Wanda both looked at him with surprised expressions, regret instantly hitting him.

"If you're comfortable with it," he quickly clarified. Y/N felt the corner of her mouth curve into a smile as she nodded.

She laid back down and Bucky took her hand in his. The instant transfer of heat soothed Y/N and she shut her eyes to allow Wanda to get to work.

When she felt the pressure on her eye again, her hand automatically gripped Bucky's tighter, and he squeezed it back to help calm her. Y/N focused on the callousness of his hands, how his hand seemed to fit into hers perfectly. Suddenly, she was thinking about his eyes again, those glimmering blue eyes. Blue was always a calming color for her, reminiscent of her trip to the aquarium where she got her beloved stuffed whale. As she felt Bucky's thumb gently rub the top of her hand, she realized that her whale could never provide as much comfort as he did.

Bucky felt a sense of pride as he watched the tension in Y/N's face disappear. Suddenly, he found his eyes wandering, looking at the loose strands of hair on the right side of her face, the rosiness of her cheeks, how she glowed. His heart started to palpate and Bucky realized a flame had kindled inside him. He was feeling again.

"All done!" Wanda chirped, stepping aside to let Bucky check her work. He smiled at her patted her on the back with his free hand.

"You did good." Wanda beamed and thanked him, walking away to complete her charting.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, still feeling the warmth of Bucky's hand in hers. He greeted her with a tender smile and slowly helped her up, placing his other hand on the small of her back.

"See? Wasn't that bad after all," he grinned, releasing her hand. Y/N's smile faltered, missing his touch, and nodded.

"Thank you, Dr. Barnes."

"Bucky," he stated. She raised an eyebrow. "Call me Bucky."

The pair stared at each other in silence, enjoying each other's presence before the PA system snapped them both out of their trance.

"Dr. Barnes, paging Dr. Barnes to bed 16."

Bucky sighed, slowly getting up from his seat.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N."

"You too, Bucky."

He turned around and was about to pull the curtain open when he paused, turning back around to face Y/N, scratching the back of his head. It took one look at her face and Bucky knew he didn't want to let her go just yet.

"Would you like to get coffee sometime?" She beamed up at him and Bucky felt his knees go weak.

"I would like that very much." He chuckled in disbelief and smiled.

Bucky had finally found his missing piece.

[kylie-writes-stuff]

“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready. 

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos. 

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*           

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM. 

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon 

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)