#youre breaking the immersion get back inside the tv

[lottieurl]

i feel like meeting an actor who plays my fave character would be so awful. like you're supposed to be the character. inside the tv show. get back in there

[naughtyjjk]

cockwarming nanami kento

characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, cock warming, dirty talk, orgasm delay/denial, teasing, creampie, use of aphrodisiacs  notes: this is a companion fic to testing nanami's self control where nanami gets his revenge on the reader, but you don't need to read that one first if you don't want to!

it’s getting late, almost midnight, and both you and nanami are feeling horny—it’s been a stressful week of work, resulting in the need to release all the tension that’s built up. this is how the two of you decide to each eat one of the small chocolate aphrodisiacs that you’ve been saving for a special occasion.

you don’t know what it’s going to do, exactly, other than the fact that it’ll help you get even more in the mood and possibly spice up your sex life. while it works its magic in your system, you lean against nanami on the bed, feeling comfort in being wrapped up in his arms. there’s a movie playing on the tv in front of you, a random film that you chose on a whim to pass time. so far, nothing noteworthy has happened.

though maybe you spoke too soon, too naïve about what even the smallest bite of an aphrodisiac is capable of. half an hour later, your body feels warm, getting warmer by the second. a certain, familiar sensation is stirring between your legs. and you can tell that nanami must be feeling the same way when a light pressure on your neck pulls you out of the immersion.

you turn your head to see nanami leaning in, sucking on your skin, trailing kisses up to your mouth. automatically, without any hesitation, you meet him halfway and let yourself relish in the feeling of nanami’s lips against yours. the kiss is different than usual, like it’s a need that your body requires. you need him.

soon, it turns heated and you’re fully making out. the movie blurs into the background and your head swims as you feel nanami’s hands roaming your body, sliding up your shirt to brush his fingers against your breasts.

god, you think. those chocolates must really be working.

“i want to tease you,” nanami murmurs as he trails kisses down your neck. it’s impossible to resist him when he gets like this. “i want to watch you come apart and have you begging to be fucked. would you like that?”

“fuck, yeah, that sounds hot,” you admit. his words go straight to your pussy, arousal growing, and you’re dangerously close to letting out a moan from just hearing what nanami plans to do to you.

“come here.” nanami breaks away to guide you onto his lap. a hand snakes around to reach between your legs, rubbing you between your legs, making you wetter each time he does it. the action draws out a groan, you hissing as he palms at you between your legs, over your pants, skillfully moving his fingers back and forth.

behind you, nanami’s own erection is filling out, pressed against your lower back. you’re both still fully clothed, but arousal stirs hungrily inside you by how much it turns you on to know that nanami is already half hard. you start to move your hips, grinding your ass up and down the tent in nanami’s pants, seeking more stimulation. you hear a sharp intake of breath and have to suppress a shudder of your own.

“did you get this horny just from watching a movie? from the aphrodisiac?” nanami’s mouth is dangerously close to your ear, occasionally licking with his tongue. “couldn’t even hold it in for an hour?”

you swallow thickly, eyes fluttering shut. you buck your hips shamelessly in search of more friction. “you—you started it.”

“but i’m not the one rutting against my hand. look at you.” nanami pulls down the zipper of your pants, undoes the button, and removes the rest of your clothing swiftly. your panties are damp with your desire and it only makes nanami smirk. “look at how wet you are already.”

gasping, you throw your head back when he pulls your panties to the side, tracing a finger down the center of your pussy. he spreads your wetness and it makes you breaks off into a whine, before he removes it completely. “kento, i—ohh, i need—”

“need what?” nanami pauses long enough to take off his own clothes as well and bucks into you without warning, grinding filthily on your pussy. he drags his length up and down, brushing past your entrance each time.

“y-your cock,” you choke out. “need your cock in me.”

“do you, now?” nanami feigns disinterest, though he never once stops his movements. “but what if i said that i still want to watch the movie?”

arousal mixes with the effects of the aphrodisiac inside you and you don’t even bother trying to hide how eager you are now. “who cares about that? let’s just—ah—let’s get on with it.”

“i care.” he pulls away. “mm, no. you’re distracting me.” when you try to swivel your hips some more, nanami holds you tighter in place. “god, you’re so desperate already. alright, i have an idea. why don’t you keep my cock warm for me while we finish the rest of the movie?”

you barely have time to consider that proposal before nanami is grabbing the lube from the nightstand and probing a slick finger by your entrance. he pushes in to the first knuckle, further, then draws back out, repeating the motion to pump into you a couple of times. a second finger breaches joins soon after, stretching you open even more.

“ngh—want you, kento,” you say, panting. “w-want you in me.”

turning back, you see that nanami is using his other hand to wrap around his own cock, bringing himself to full hardness and coating the entire length with lube. the sight alone is enough to have desire building inside you. you’re unable to look away, gaze following every action nanami takes as he strokes himself, working himself up. his hand rolls over the cockhead, face contorting with pleasure, and it seems to take conscious effort for him to let go of his cock.

“think you’re ready for me, baby?” the fingers inside you are still moving back and forth. you nod, impatient, and feel him slowly start to pull out completely.

nanami lines up his cock by your pussy, at first simply rubbing the tip at your entrance and teasing your sensitive folds. the tension drags on and you think you’re going to lose your mind from the sheer anticipation of it. you’re shaking a bit, trembling with need, pussy aching and wet and so fucking turned on. but all nanami does is wait, hands held firmly on your hips, telling you to be patient.

a whimper catches in your throat and you have to bite your lip in order to stop yourself from begging. fuck, you groan. nanami is right there, hard cock rubbing teasingly against you, and you really will go crazy if he doesn’t push inside you within the next second—

“ah!” you gasp, finally feeling the head of nanami’s cock penetrating you. but it doesn’t stop there; he continues to push himself in, taking his time to make sure that you feel the slow drag of it against your walls, until you’re sinking down on him all the way, enveloping him fully.

“fuck, you’re still so tight. so hot inside,” nanami murmurs, leaning in to suck on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “now—stay still and don’t move. got it?”

you nod vehemently, barely even registering the words. you think you’d agree to pretty much anything he tells you at this point, given just how turned on you are.

a low, pleased sound rumbles by your ear before nanami is whispering directly into it. “good. if you can wait until the movie is over, i’ll fuck you properly like how you deserve.”

the sweet promise of a reward has you shuddering with your whole body. you breathe in, slow and shaky, arousal shooting between your legs. “i-i can do that.”

“of course you can. look at you, taking me so well,” nanami murmurs, fingers teasing at the outside of your pussy where he has you stretched around his cock. “already this worked up, hm? sure you’ll be able to last?”

you whimper, unable to deny how you’re burning with arousal, but still, you let out a breathy yes.

chuckling, nanami indulges you. “alright. just remember—no moving.”

the first few minutes are the worst. even though you’re both sitting still, there’s no way you can just ignore the fact that nanami’s cock is currently buried deep inside you. you can feel how hard he is, how you’re being filled in the best way. every once in a while, nanami will throb within you, and your pussy aches in response.

you can’t tell how much of it is your own arousal and how much of it is the aphrodisiac amplifying your desires. but either way, it’s torture. it’s heaven. you never knew it was possible to be this fucking horny.

soon, you start to relax a bit as you get used to the sensation. you direct your focus back to the shifting images flashing on screen and almost manage to forget the lust and need coursing through his body. but that’s when nanami’s hands begin to roam—his strong arms circle around your waist, sliding up your stomach to your chest.

he grabs both of your breasts in his palms, massaging them. gentle fingers latch onto sensitive nipples, pinching lightly. you shudder at the contact, instinctively leaning into his touch. he plays with your nipples mercilessly: rolling them between his fingers, flicking them, anything to get your more riled up.

one hand makes its way back down, lower, lower. the first touch on your clit makes you gasp, and as much as you want to pretend that you’re calm and collected, your body doesn���t lie. nanami continues with barely-there touches on your clit, grazing his fingers past the sensitive nub, light as a feather. you curse him in your head, resisting the urge to buck up and chase after the stimulation. you just know that nanami is getting off to tormenting you like this, driving you slowly insane in the best way.

in attempt to distract yourself, you try your best to think about something else, anything else. it works for about half a second before nanami touches a particularly sensitive area on your body and your brain unhelpfully supplies you with nothing but fantasies of nanami finally fucking you, dragging his cock in and out, pushing deep enough to make you feel it for days after. nanami rubbing your clit in tight circles, going fast, hard, until your thighs shake and you’re coming from his hand, unable to stop your release even if you wanted to…

a moan escapes you just thinking about how good it would feel. you’re so fucking wet and your pussy is throbbing from nanami’s skilled fingers. more noises slip past your lips as a sense of desperation unfurls inside you. fuck, you could have already reached your orgasm by now if nanami wasn’t so cruel, so turned on by denying both of you of what you clearly want.

at some point, you’re hardly able to hear the movie over the sound of your own moans. but you can’t help it—it’s so unfair, so frustrating, entirely not enough. you want nanami to stimulate your clit more, want nanami to thrust his cock into you like he fucking means it until you’re squirming helplessly in his grasp. you want to come, and shit, that’s when you know you’re already too far gone.

somewhere through the haze in your mind, you hear nanami whispering against your neck, “shh, you’re being so loud. i’m trying to pay attention.”

nanami is putting on an act of indifference, seemingly entranced by the movie. he might be in a better state than you are, but it’s obvious that he isn’t as composed as he pretends to be, not with the way his cock is twitching every so often inside you. he also took the aphrodisiac, after all. it must be affecting him as much as it’s affecting you.

“come on, you want it too, don’t you?” you turn your head back to kiss the corner of his mouth. you spread your legs wider, trying to invite nanami to touch you more. “stop resisting, kento. i know you want to feel me clenching around you as you fuck into me… how tight I am for you...”

it’s a pretty compelling argument if you say so yourself, and for a moment, you think you’ve actually managed to convince him. visibly, nanami falters, breath hitching and eyes fluttering shut to hide how much his composure has fallen. but then he growls, looking at you intensely.

“bad girl. so fucking naughty.” the next time nanami speaks, his voice is stern but also slightly strained. as much as you would like to push him further, you know a warning when you hear one, groaning in frustration when he makes it clear that he plans to see this through to the end. “stay still.”

fine, you think. you may be turned on beyond return and growing more desperate by the minute, digging your nails into your thighs to prevent yourself from bouncing on the deliciously hard cock inside you, but you’ll play this game if that’s what nanami wants. you’ll play this game and win. the confidence you feel all of a sudden is admittedly unfounded considering how you were more than ready to give in to your own arousal a few seconds ago, but you’re determined now.

that is, until a few minutes pass and you jolt when you feel nanami moving under you unexpectedly.

you gasp as his cock pushes deeper into you for half a second before it settles back down. there’s no sign of acknowledgement at all from nanami when you glance over at him, so you exhale, and eventually force yourself to relax. but then—

it happens again. a full thrust this time, deliberate and intentional. every nerve ending in you ignites at once and you catch the slightest hint of a smirk making its way onto nanami’s otherwise impassive expression.

you have to bite back a moan, body arching on instinct. you’re trying not to move, fuck, you’re trying, but it’s near impossible when you can feel everything so clearly—nanami bucking into you, cock throbbing against your walls. and just when you think that it’s over, nanami will prove exactly how merciless he can be.

“a-ah—!” the next thrust is a filthy grind that makes you twist helplessly as nanami manages to brush against your g-spot before retreating. almost immediately after, it’s followed by another delicious roll of the hips, leaving you so damn wet and desperate, delirious for his cock. you want to be fucked so bad.

nanami’s hand wraps around you again, rubbing your inner thighs and hums, refusing to give any stimulation to where you need it most. “something wrong, darling?”

“y-you asshole,” you manage to choke out once you realize that nanami is probably enjoying this far too much. he’s so cruel and you hate that you’re finding the whole situation hot. “just—ngh—just fuck me already. please.”

“i will,” nanami says, a growl directly into your ear. it has absolutely no right sounding as sexy as it does, sending shivers down your entire spine. “if you’re good for me.”

shit, you let out a broken a moan. it’s hard to hide just how much those words affect you. you have to clench your hands around the bedsheets, going against every instinct in your body to grind back down against nanami’s hard, tempting cock. your body burns. your muscles are tense, fighting to hold yourself back, to follow the orders you’d been given. through it all, you feel high-strung, nerves alight, so sensitive to every touch like a livewire. it’s utterly maddening how nanami’s cock is right there, but you aren’t allowed to take what you want.

how long has it been now? twenty minutes? thirty? you don’t know but it feels like hours.

the next time nanami not-so-subtlety thrusts into you again, you break. something inside of you snaps. it’s like you’ve completely lost control as you start rambling, obscene moans falling uncontrollably from your lips in stuttering breaths. you tremble on the spot, thighs quivering, desperate and begging for some relief, anything.

“k-ken—kento, fuck, i-i can’t take it anymore, i need you—please just—fuck me, kento, fuck me—”

“god,” nanami curses, fingers digging into your hips like he’s on the edge too, trying his best to hold back as well. “i love hearing you beg. it’s so fucking hot, you have no idea. who would’ve thought that you’d get this horny just by having a cock stuffed inside you, hm?”

you barely manage to keep it together when you feel nanami smooth his hands up your spine, along the planes of your back. the way he rubs circles there isn’t even inherently sexual, but you can’t help but shudder, entire body visibly tense in effort to hold yourself still. to deny yourself of what you so badly want.

a single finger circles around your clit again, and you shudder with anticipation, thinking that he might finally be giving up on this stupid challenge. “yes, fuck, yes—more—”

but that’s all you get, and nanami’s hand moves away, taunting you from a distance. “there are only a few minutes left,” he murmurs, and you had forgotten all about the movie. “you can hold out a little longer, can’t you? be a good girl for me.”

you whimper, swallowing a protest that rises up in your throat. fuck, you want to be good, you really do, but you’ve been pushed to the limit, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand it.

after that, nanami stops playing dirty; there are no more thrusts, both of you too close to the edge now to take any more risks. but even if he doesn’t move, you can still feel him inside, hard and aching, just shy of grazing against your sweet spot. it’s agonizing torture, and you’ve long since given up on trying to control your breathing as your chest heaves. you’re so far gone that you think you only need one more thrust, one single touch of a hand on your throbbing clit, and it would be enough to make you come.

fuck, you want to come so fucking bad.

the rest of the movie goes by in a blur. you have no idea what’s happening on the screen anymore, hardly even remember what it is that you’re watching in the first place. all you know is that you’ve been brought to the edge and teetering on the brink for so long now that you can’t even think straight anymore.

by the time the credits finally roll across the screen, you’re absolutely wrecked. your eyes are half-lidded, pussy spasming around nanami’s cock, and your body is begging for release. you resist the urge to buck up into nothing, and you just about lose it as you feel nanami twitching inside you again.

“shit, look at you.” nanami’s voice sounds strained, giving away just how much this has affected him too. “good girl. you did so well. i didn’t think you would last the whole time.”

“k-kento… please…”

“i know, i know,” he murmurs reassuringly. “fuck, you’re so good for me, baby. you’ve earned your reward.”

fresh arousal washes over you upon hearing those words. you allow yourself to be flipped over so that you’re lying on your back, sinking into the mattress as your lips meet nanami’s for a kiss. it’s almost enough to distract you from what he does next.

inch by inch, nanami pulls himself out until the tip of his cock catches at your entrance, before thrusting back inside with full force. you nearly scream when he does it again and again, moaning into his mouth, arching forward. it’s the first time tonight that you truly feel the thick drag of nanami’s hard cock inside you, finally, finally fucking you with proper intent and it’s so good you think you’re going to lose your mind.

there’s no more teasing now. the pace gradually increases, both of you worked up beyond control, impatient and desperate for release. you let out an obscene whine before gasping when nanami manages to hit your g-spot head on.

“o-oh, fuck!” your hips move in rhythm with his, purely on instinct now. “oh, holy shit, kento—right there—”

“yeah—hah—you like that?” nanami grunts when he feels you clench around him, snapping his hips into you over and over, hand reaching down to find your clit as well. “you don’t have to hold back anymore. let me hear you.”

and you moan, loud and unfiltered. the deep thrusts combined with the frantic pace nanami has built up drives you crazy, makes all of your thoughts dissolve away in an instant. heat pools in your lower stomach when nanami aims for your spot once more, causing your entire body to jerk forward, arching beautifully off the bed. needy sounds spill from your mouth. the hand on your clit speeds up and you know you won’t last. it won’t be long now.

“i-i’m—ah—hng—i can’t—oh my god, kento, i’m s-so—so close—”

“s-shit—” nanami stutters, but his pace doesn’t falter, each thrust going deeper than the last. “that’s it—ngh—you feel so good around me. taking me so fucking well. i wanna—wanna see you come apart.”

that’s when you make the mistake of looking down, eyes fixated on where your bodies connect, watching as nanami’s cock disappears into you over and over again. the sight is so obscene, so filthy, so unbelievably hot. and when you feel him thrusting into your harder, you can’t help but gasp aloud. “h-hah—! kento, oh god, fuck, i-i’m—i can’t hold—i’m gonna—”

“then come,” nanami whispers a low breath right next to your ear. the words send tingles all the way up your spine, thighs shaking at the command. “be a good girl and come for me.”

“ngh, f-fuck, oh, fuck—” you spasm with the force of your orgasm, finding yourself completely at his mercy. it’s entirely unfair that nanami knows exactly where to aim, how to break you. your pussy aches, clit pulsing, and suddenly you’re coming so hard that your vision blurs. your hips bucks forward, mouth falling open to let out a guttural moan.

you hardly even register nanami following with his own release soon after, a couple more thrusts and spilling deep inside you, head thrown back to ride out his orgasm. the shape of your name forms around his lips along with a low groan as he stills, breathing heavily.

hissing, nanami pulls out and falls onto the bed next to you. your eyes are closed, head still spinning with the aftershocks of pleasure. and holy shit, you think. the orgasm is fucking worth it, after making yourself wait so long. it’s almost unreal. you turn your head to take in the sight of nanami beside you, looking like how you feel, all fucked out and in a state of bliss. his cock gives one last twitch. between your legs, you can feel his come dripping out of you.

once you catch your breath, you frown and say, “i can’t believe you made me sit through the entire movie like that. you’re evil.”

a slow smirk spreads across nanami’s face and he’s so fucking handsome it’s not fair. “i love it when you beg for me. but you know i'd never do anything that you don’t like.”

it’s true, and that’s the hardest thing for you to admit: that you like the challenge, you like cock warming him, you like being pushed to your limits until you break. you can’t really complain, not when he made it up to you by giving you one of the best orgasms of your life.

“do we have more of those chocolates?” you ask, referring to the aphrodisiacs, and you can tell that nanami is thinking the same thing. they really are magic, and this is definitely something that you’ll revisit again later.

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[cherryrainn]

I hope you are well!

Can I request a Hazbin hotel Vox x f!reader oneshot/song fic ( lavender kiss by the licks ) thats just something about a late night spent alone with him? Thinking romance, sweetness, how he is behind closed doors, just overall comfort stuff!

I found your work on ao3 and loooved the meet me in the pale moonlight songfic, it was breathtaking. You actually inspired me to start my blog, your writing is so lovely 🖤

Excited to see what you write,

Signed, Koko

━━ ✧ 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; vox + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; HII!!! THIS IS SO SWEET. I'M SO GLAD MY WRITING INSPIRES PEOPLE!! YOU ARE SO SWEET AND THANK YOU SOSO MUCH !!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

the night draped itself over the bustling city of hell, casting shadows that danced to the rhythm of distant sirens and echoing laughter. within the confines of a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the chaotic skyline, vox, the charismatic and enigmatic demon of technology, found himself immersed in a world far removed from his usual grandiose schemes and relentless pursuits for power. tonight, he was not the manipulative man craving attention but a partner, a lover, basking in the comforting silence that only the late hours could offer.

what is a man?

you, his beloved, sat beside him, the soft glow from his flat-screen tv head casting an ethereal luminescence across the room. the shimmering lights revealed the intricacies of his features—the red sclera, light blue pupils, and that captivating mouth with sharp teeth that emitted a gentle, soothing light. the juxtaposition of his imposing 7-foot stature and the tenderness in his gaze, as he looked at you, was a sight to behold.

what is a woman?

vox had shed his dark blue tuxedo jacket. his fingers delicately traced patterns on your hand, sending a comforting chill down your spine. the air between you was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that neither of you wanted to break.

what is a heart that loves inside?

"you ever think we'd get a night like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with a mix of mischief and genuine curiosity.

what makes a man

you leaned in closer, feeling the magnetic pull between you two. "in a place like this? never. but i'm glad it's with you."

fall for a woman?

a sly smirk crept across vox's face as he leaned back, pulling you into his lap. his light blue fingers traced lazy circles on your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

what makes a woman take his hand, baby?

"you and me both," he purred, his voice oozing confidence. "this place can be a dumpster fire, but with you, it's almost bearable."

in a wonderland

you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "only 'almost'?"

i'm in a wonderland

he laughed, a sound that echoed with a warmth you'd never heard from him before. "alright, alright, you got me. it's more than bearable; it's downright enjoyable."

take me back to this

the two of you lost yourselves in each other's company, the outside world becoming nothing more than a distant memory.

i just want you to want me

there were stolen kisses and tender touches, each one deepening the connection between you two.

i don't need any other hand to hold so near

as the night wore on, vox pulled you closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "you know," he began, his voice softer than you'd ever heard, "i never thought i'd find someone who gets me like you do."

make me scream for this

you smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "and i never thought i'd find someone as...complex as you vox."

i just want you to want me

his grin widened, revealing those glowing teeth. "complex, huh? i'll take that as a compliment."

i need your lavender kiss

with a tender smile, he cupped your face, his glowing eyes locking onto yours as if trying to etch the memory of this night into his very being.

who is your man?

"you're somethin' else, you know that?" he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. "never thought i'd be caught in the feels like this."

who is my woman?

you chuckled, your heart fluttering at the unexpected vulnerability in his words. "feelings are a wild ride, vox."

where is my heart that loves inside?

vox leaned in, closing the distance between you with a gentle, lingering kiss. his lips were soft against yours, a testament to the tenderness that lurked beneath his charismatic exterior. as he pulled away, a mischievous glint returned to his eyes.

what makes a man

"maybe hell isn't so bad if it means more nights like this," he mused, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

fall for a woman?

the two of you shared another kiss, deeper this time, as if trying to savor every fleeting moment. vox's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in the reality of the connection you shared.

what makes her think she can take it back?

"who would've thought the big-shot vox could be such a softie?" you teased, earning a playful smirk from him.

in a wonderland

"hey, don't get used to it," vox replied, his tone light but affectionate. "i've got an image to uphold, you know."

i'm in a wonderland

the room filled with the quiet symphony of laughter and hushed conversations, punctuated by stolen kisses that spoke of a connection that transcended the chaos outside.

take me back to this

vox's lips found yours again and again, each kiss a promise, a vow, and a silent declaration of something deeper than words could convey.

i just want you to love me

as the sun continued its ascent, bathing the penthouse in a golden glow, vox held you close, his head resting against yours. "this," he murmured, "this is what makes it all worth it."

i don't need any other hand to hold so near

"you've got me, you know? all of me. and that's not something i give freely." said vox

make me scream for this

"i know," you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "and i promise to cherish every part of you, vox."

i just want you to want me

a contented sigh escaped vox's lips as he buried his face on the top of your head, planting soft kisses along your collarbone. the sensation sent tingles down your spine, each kiss a testament to the depth of his affection.

i need your

minutes, or perhaps hours, seemed to slip away as you and vox lost yourselves in each other's embrace. the world outside faded into insignificance as you reveled in the intimacy of the moment, each touch and whispered word deepening the bond that connected you.

oh, i need your

finally, as the sun reached its zenith, casting a radiant red glow that illuminated the entire penthouse, vox pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "promise me something," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

"anything," you replied, captivated by the vulnerability in his gaze.

"promise me you'll always be mine," he murmured, his voice laced with a trace of uncertainty and vulnerability. "promise me you'll always want me, that you'll never walk away." vox whispered, his fingers tracing your lips.

oh, i need your

you nodded "i promise," you vowed, sealing your promise with a tender kiss.

[bellyasks]

They need to get this fella in the writers room! The prompts have been going crazyy!! Any ideas for unaware bloating/stuffing. The character not feeling full until blank happens

Stress eating: Your character's mind is in a whirl, completely overrun by worries. Anxious and restless, they can't stop snacking, not realizing how much they've eaten throughout the day until somebody snaps them out of their distracted state.

Movie night: Your character is watching a movie or TV show and is thoroughly immersed. Their eyes and attention fixed on the screen, they absentmindedly munch through their snacks, oblivious to their expanding belly until it ends and they're forced to come back to reality.

Stuck at work: Your character is sitting at a desk all day, idly snacking away pretty much nonstop as they trudge through their utterly dull tasks. It's only when they stand up to do something that they suddenly feel the strain of everything they've eaten inside their belly.

Taste testing: Your character has spent the day in the kitchen, preparing to host a party. They're making plenty of food and they've been doing a lot of taste testing. It doesn't seem like much, but all those little tastes add up, and, come time for the party, they realize they're too full to enjoy the food they made.

Button pop: Your character has always been a big eater with an impressive capacity. Today, though, they've really overdone it, although they don't notice just how much their belly is bulging out until they lean forward and a button pops off their shirt/pants.

Dinner out: Your character goes out to their favorite restaurant. They're really looking forward to the meal they ordered, but they also had soup and bread and an appetizer, and they don't realize how much they'd been filling up until they're three bites into their entree and too stuffed to continue.

Little bites: Your character has been nibbling on small snacks all day. The occasional cookie or pretzel here, a few strawberries there. Nothing particularly substantial, but it adds up, and when it's time to eat an actual meal, they realize they're already feeling really full.

Bathroom break: Your character is out at some event, too distracted by socializing and whatever else is going on to realize how much they've been eating. When they sneak off to use the restroom, though, they're forced to acknowledge how full they are when they find themself struggling to fasten their button/belt again.

Big meal: Your character is enjoying a nice big meal. It's filling, certainly, but they only feel comfortably full while they're sitting. When they stand up, though, they can feel their belly pushing out taut and firm, and the full weight of the meal finally hits them like a truck.

[yourstrulylordi]

Dear Kathryn Hahn,

I’m writing to you because everything is your fault.

Ever since I got married to my beautiful wife I haven’t had a crush on anyone else. I suppose the only celebrity crush I’ve had is Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter on The L Word but that’s okay because I’ve liked since way before I ever met my wife, so that never caused a problem.

Well now you came along with Agatha Harkness and my little autistic antennas go absolutely bonkers and HELLO! NEW HYPERFIXATION UNLOCKED! So yeah… this is all your fault. Probably Jac Schaeffer too, but I’ll leave her out of it for now.

For the last weeks I’ve been completely immersed in Agatha All Along, watching every week’s episode, analyzing scenes and clues, studying the characters, sharing ideas and theories with strangers on the internet. This TV show started to heal something inside of me, this isn’t a story about witches, this is a story about women, about life, about finding one’s power. I’ve been finding my own power, I’ve been finding my voice and I have been fighting my biggest fear, which is to be seen. I’ve been reaching out to people whom I love and miss but I didn’t feel worthy of their love. I’ve been meditating, working on my emotions and negative thoughts. Trying to focus on the positive.

I’ll tell you a bit about us.

My wife and I are autistic, we both battle depression and anxiety, she also has OCD, so we deal with a handful but we are a team. We love each other so much and we are each other’s biggest fans.

My wife, she’s so precious, she’s beautiful, smart, witty, creative, intuitive, loving, funny, kind, a fighter, and is willing to give a lot for the people that she loves. But she’s so fucking terrified of living, she’s so angry at the world. She’s scared of being herself, of being seen, of being rejected, of being left, of failing, sometimes I think she is also afraid of succeeding and being accepted. She’s mad at the world for all the time it has failed her, for how mean and heartless people have been to her and are to others, for how selfish we as a society have become, always pursuing our own agenda and completely ignoring the well being of others and our planet, she’s mad because she’s also often misunderstood and made to be the “problem” (which also makes me mad), she’s always made to be too sensitive, too sick, too emotional.

She thinks she’s ugly and unattractive, but Kathryn… everyday I wake up and look at her I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am to be with her. We fought so incredibly hard for us to be together, I pretty much left everything behind and flew across the world to be by her side and I don’t regret it one bit. She’s my miracle. She gives me strength and hope and motivates me to want to get better and healthy and want to see the good things she sees in me.

So back to our problem… Agatha All Along. The real problem arose when I developed a celebrity crush on you… or on Agatha? I don’t know. My wife’s had a fair amount of boy crushes, the current one is basically present in our everyday life, we bought his vynils, I bought her a sweatshirt and a t-shirt from his merch, we have a poster of him on our bedroom wall, we watched livestreams of his performances all summer long, watched interviews, documentaries, I’ve learned all conspiracy theories about him, and I now find myself listening to his music on my own. At first I felt so hurt and jealous, like I wasn’t enough for my wife, I felt like she would leave me for a man similar to the crush, I felt like I wasn’t giving her what she needed so she had to seek for it elsewhere. But I knew deep down those were my own insecurities, I knew she loved me, I knew she makes a choice everyday to be with me, so I worked through the feelings and thoughts. I talked to her about how it made me feel, I cried, she cried, she promised she would stop liking him, I begged her not to because I knew it gave her a break from pain and obsessive thoughts and depression and anxiety and all her demons. She felt ashamed because she shouldn’t obsess about things like that, she’s 31, she should grow up. I don’t think so, I think it’s beautiful the childlike energy and passion she gives her interests and hobbies.

I know myself, as an autistic woman, that the way we experience life is different, we feel so deeply, when we like something it becomes a deep part of our personality, when we’re happy we feel endless and powerful, when we’re in pain we feel the deepest darkness within us to the point we think it might kill us. I love her autistic joy and I love mine. I don’t want her to repress any part of herself just because of my own traumas and insecurities. I want to work through them, because she’s not doing it to hurt me, she’s just enjoying life to the best of her abilities.

I know that all what I was thinking and feeling… she probably thinks it about herself. She thinks there’s something wrong with her, that she’s the reason why I am so obsessed with this fictional character, that she’s not enough, that I’ll leave her for a woman that fits the image of Agatha Harkness.

Dear Kathryn Hahn, you’re beautiful and charismatic, but even if you knocked on my door on that fabulous outfit that Agatha wears when summoning the road on episode two and offered to take me, marry me, give me the world…. I’d ask for a picture and then close the door and go back to the arms of my beautiful wife.

I want her to know that, I want her to understand why I love Agatha so much, why I’m so passionate about this show. It isn’t about how hot you are or wanting to cheat on my wife. It’s about the story, it’s about Agatha and her relationships and losses, how she coped different than me with abuse and became a selfish asshole. I became an asshole to myself, I have spent years insulting myself, punishing myself, telling myself I’m bad and ugly and stupid and unworthy. I’m fascinated by the two polar opposites, I see what could’ve become of me. I don’t like who Agatha became and I don’t like who I became either. I want to find the light and power inside of me, I want to let myself be seen, be heard, be loved. I want to give the world a chance before it’s too late, cause after all Death does come for as all.

I want that life and I want my wife to have it too. I want her so badly to see how amazing she is, she doesn’t let herself be seen either, she masks as the person “she’s supposed to be”, and that’s so exhausting, I know it from experience. I want her to be unapologetically herself, I want her to say what she needs and wants, I want her to be loud, to say no, to try new things and enjoy failing, falling, and trying again. I want her to let herself shine because she’s my light, she saved me and she keeps saving me every fucking day.

I’m struggling because even though I know and understand how she feels… I know rationally that her feelings and my feelings are valid, that I didn’t intentionally hurt her and I am trying my best to be the best wife…. I feel like a piece of shit, I feel like I’m the biggest asshole, I feel like I should punish myself, throw away my AAA hoodie, cancel Disney+, self harm, do things that aren’t good for me, I want to hurt myself, I want to break me for hurting her.

I feel the same way she felt about her interest… embarrassed and like I should grow up and not like things so deeply.

I feel so undeserving of the tiny beautiful things. Depression is so crippling and debilitating… If I have to fight so hard for every breath of air am I deserving at all? Maybe I should just give up. But I know that’s not the solution.

Dear Kathryn Hahn, I know non of this is your fault. I know you haven’t done anything wrong at all, but it’s easier to blame you because you’ll never read this and it means it isn’t my fault.

Dear Kathryn Hahn… why?

Yours truly,

Lordi

[matthyeu]

perfect boy ― zh.

pairing ⇢ zhang hao x ftm!reader 

genre ⇢ hurt/comfort

warnings ⇢ gender dysphoria

word count ⇢ 792

synopsis ⇢ you can always count on zhang hao to cease your worries about your gender.

hao was not expecting silence upon entering the apartment. usually you were ready to greet him every time he came home from a long day of work. it was unusual for it to be as quiet as it was. if not waiting for him, he would expect you to be immersed in your latest tv show obsession. 

however, it wasn’t completely silent. once he stopped his steps, he could hear some faint sounds coming from inside your shared room. he furrowed his eyebrows, walking towards the door to find out what it was. 

his face shifted immediately from a confused expression to a worried one when he realized this wasn’t any sound. it was you crying. 

without any further hesitation, he pushed open the door to reveal you face down on the bed. the way you held the pillow over your ears probably muffled everything, so you might have not known he had come home. you were like that, always tuning out the outside world in times of despair so you could listen to yourself. whatever happened must have been serious. 

he carefully sat on the bed, the sudden dip pulling you out of your session. you whipped your head around, meeting eyes with your boyfriend. “ah, when did you come home?” you asked, voice breaking halfway through. 

“shhhh it’s okay i just came home. don’t worry about it,” he whispered, trying to keep the calm mood up for you, “what happened?” 

you looked hesitant to tell him, but he would never force it out of you. he wanted you to always be comfortable with him, so he made sure to respect your boundaries. he didn’t expect you to tell him, not to mention what you told him. 

“do i really look like a girl?” 

“huh?” 

immediately, you started breaking down again, forcing your head back into the covers. it seemed his answer, well lack thereof, triggered it again. regret came over him. it just caught him by surprise, so it wasn’t his intention to not deny your worries. 

panicked, he placed a hand on your back, trying to console you as much as he could with his touch. you wouldn’t hear him if he started now. he had to wait until you stopped your session again to say anything. 

luckily, it worked, the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on your back always seemed to bring you some sort of solace. you took a deep breath, trying to suck in all the tears you could. 

“i’m sorry–” he cut you off right there. 

“don’t be sorry dear, i’m sorry for not being able to respond to your worries right away. i was just caught by surprise because in no universe would you look like a girl. you are the most handsome boy i’ve ever seen.” 

“are you sure?” 

“positive.” 

“but…” oh here was where he’d get the story of who made his love cry. “it’s just. i felt so comfortable today. i picked out such a great outfit. i looked in the mirror, and for once, i actually felt so comfortable. i looked, and there really was a boy there.” 

“there’s always a boy there,” he corrected, not wanting you to try to downgrade your own gender identity. 

you rolled his eyes at his interruption but felt very happy he did intervene on that day. it made you smile a bit before continuing your story. 

“besides the point. i went to the café, and after taking my order, he said ‘have a nice day ma’am.’ just…what part of me looks like a ma’am? i thought i looked so masc today, but that made it all crash down. i couldn’t even say anything.” 

“well that person’s just stupid,” hao finally responded, not letting you continue. he didn’t want you to relive that experience because it was utter bullshit. 

“you think?” 

“dearest, you are my wonderful boyfriend, the only boy i could ever have eyes for. you do not look the slightest like a girl. i can’t believe people are that blind. maybe they just need extra thick glasses to see past the transphobia. they don’t know anything. please don’t listen to them. you are so much more than what they have to say.” 

when you broke down again, crying into his shoulder, another wave of panic washed over him. had he said something wrong? 

“dear, are you okay? did i say something wrong?” he quickly asked. 

you shook your head quickly before throwing your arms around his neck. “you are just so perfect, the perfect boy. i can’t believe i have someone like you.” 

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull yourself close to him. “no, you are the perfect boy, and i don’t want anyone telling you otherwise.”

[turningsaintsintotheseax]

Dear streaming services and broadcast channels; sapphic representation is important too…

When I think back to my baby gay days, there are a lot of difficult memories, heartbreak, rejection, and lonely moments. However, some of my happier moments, those glimmers of feeling safe and normal in a world that so often made me feel the opposite, came from media representation. Back in 2010 there wasn’t anywhere near the level of sapphic media representation that there is now, but there was enough.

I was more blessed than those born just a few years before me. I have a friend who is just five years older than me, and for her there was one sapphic media representation she could relate to- just one.

Coronation Street’s Sophie and Sian and Skins’ Naomi and Emily were my saving Grace. It might seem extreme, but I would sometimes count the hours down to be home from school to watch either of these. I’d spent six hours wanting to crawl inside a hole and feeling that I was carrying a secret that everyone secretly knew and hated me for. Yet I could go home and immerse myself into someone’s else’s relationship that made mine feel so much more normal. I don’t doubt that media representation saved my life in more ways than one, and for that I have so much to thank broadcasters for. However there is a hidden dark side to sapphic representation on TV.

While no one can deny that sapphic and wlw media representation has become much more common over time. The bizzare trends that seem to curse sapphic characters are ongoing.

Let’s start with the original trend, referred to as #buryyourgays and essentially outlining the frequency at which lesbian and bisexual characters were killed off in popular tv shows. As of February 2023, a grand total of 225 (and counting) wlw TV show characters had been killed off. I’m not going to list them all, because no one has time to read that, but I will outline the ones that hit hard (for me).

Tara - Buffy The Vampire Slayer (2002)

Tosh - Torchwood (2008)

Sarah Barnes - Hollyoaks (2009)

Cat - Lip Service (2012)

Maya - Pretty Little Liars (2012)

Naomi - Skins (2013)

Emily - Teen Wolf (2013)

Catriona - Doctors (2014)

Maddie Heath - Coronation Street (2015)

Lexa - The 100 (2016)

Nora and Mary Louise - The Vampire Diaries (2016)

Poussey - Orange is the New Black (2016)

Rana Habeeb- Coronation Street (2019)

Tina Carter - Eastenders (2020)

I mean, the list goes on…

And the impact is huge. When you are a lost and lonely youth, these characters do become your saving grace and sense of normality. As I previously mentioned, Skins had the biggest impact on my life and were actually praised by the sapphic community for appearing to break the #buryyourgays trend. So what did they do? Brought Naomi back in a one off spin off series. To kill her off. Tragically. Come on now!

British soaps. I’m a big fan. It’s a guilty pleasure! The soaps have a huge platform to spread awareness and inclusivity, and let’s be fair, they often do. However the trend remains prominent. Eastenders killed off it’s longest running lesbian character in the last couple of years. Coronation Street killed off one half of two of the three lesbian couples to be featured and Hollyoaks killed off Sarah Barnes way back in the day and are currently stabbing us all in the heart with Juliet’s upcoming death.

The British soaps are getting somewhere with their representation of male gay characters, which is good. I mean, it would be nice for it to be all communities but perhaps this means it’s coming. In fact, over its 38 years worth of episodes, Eastenders has cast an impressive 20 male gay and bisexual main characters. Compared to just 10 female lesbian and bisexual characters.

Thankfully, we have seen the #buryyourgays trend slowly come to a steady halt in the last couple of years. But there has to be a replacement hashtag right? Correct! Introducing #cancelyourgays….

In some ways this new trend is worse! I mean, it certainly boils my blood more. It has a whole new feeling of injustice about it and there is an even clearer line between the treatment of male gay shows compared to sapphic shows. Obviously straight shows are still miles ahead, I don’t expect to catch them up, but a little bit of mileage would be nice!

So now that we are in the times of streaming media, the sector saw a whole new opportunity to start cancelling shows and breaking hearts. I was a loyal Netflix fan but to say I am cross with them now, is an understatement.

Let’s start with Netflix, as I do feel they are the worst. I’m not going to list every sapphic show they have ever cancelled, it would simply take me too long. But let’s talk about the main tradegies

First kill - oh my heart. What was not to love about this show? It’s probably the hardest hit for me. Vampires, gouls, monster killers, themes of Romeo and Juliet throughout, Sarah Catherine Hook, and a lesbian couple as the leads where ‘coming out’ is not the storyline and their sexuality just happily exists in the background. It had everything in place for a huge following right? Yes! But Netflix has treated us to cancelling the show just two months after series one premiered! Netflix said it was due to a low completion rate. I haven’t seen the figures so I can’t say this isn’t accurate, but considering First Kill stormed into the top 10 within hours of it’s premiere and reached number 3 worldwide, only falling behind the huge peaky blinders and stranger things, you’d think that the figures couldn’t have been the problem. Considering the teenage hit Heart-stopper was renewed for a further two seasons despite having half the views of First Kill! Good job Heart-stopper chose to have Charlie and Nick as it’s lead and not Tara and Darcy, or it could have been a different story. Let’s not forget that First Kill’s show runner has also spoken about the lack of advertising Netflix gave to First Kill, almost like they didn’t want it to blow up.

Warrior nun - another hugely popular show. This one managed to get renewed for a season two but was cancelled shortly after the second season premiered. Netflix said it was due to viewing figures and production costs, but then again it always is…

The society - was cancelled after the first season, this time due to Covid. I mean, there is legitimacy to this as the second season was due to start filming in late 2020 but if you look deeper, Netflix absolutely did not cancel all of their series due in 2020. In fact, what was the other show to take the hit at the same time as The Society? It was I’m Not Okay With This, which is next on the list.

I’m not okay with this - what a great premise for a show! A mix of coming to terms with sexuality and the development of super powers! This show was a HUGE hit and fans thought the renewal for a season two was as secure as it could possibly be. But no. Due to ‘Covid’ Netflix cancelled it after season one. Definitely couldn’t blame views for this one’s cancellation. I Am Not Okay With This ranks at the 89.6th percentile in the Drama genre. This means I Am Not Okay With This has higher demand than 89.6% of all Drama titles in the United States. It almost doesn’t make sense? Hmm.

A Typical - I personally thought this one was absolutely safe. The sapphic storyline was by no means the main plot of the show. It focused on the life of an autistic teenager dealing with school, friends and girlfriends. But his sister had her own sapphic storyline going on in the background and the wlw community were utterly invested! In fairness to Netflix, this one got four seasons which is unheard of and is believed to have been cancelled after season four due to it coming to a natural end.

Teenage bounty hunters - cancelled after season one. Frustrating so many fans, mainly due to the fact that it ended on a huge cliffhanger! Covid was blamed here too but fans bit back with evidence that advertising was lacking it and the show got lost in the weight of all the other Netflix shows. I mean, the executive producer was Jenji Kohan who brought us Orange Is The New Black, so you’d have thought that Netflix would have been pumping it to everyone’s home screens!

Glow - 15 Emmy nominations and three wins weren’t enough to save season four of GlOW from cancellation. In fact, it was renewed for a fourth season and Netflix reversed the decision due to, you guessed it, Covid! Producers claimed that it was too tricky to film the close proximity scenes. Yet somehow they did manage to do this in every other covid time show that continued…

Gypsy - one of the quickest Netflix cancellations ever. The show had only just premiered when the plug was pulled for a season two. Most of the blame went to viewing figures. Fun fact- the dedicated fans were still battling and protesting for a season two well over a year after it’s cancellation.

Dare me - season one flew into the top 10 in 30 countries. Enough to secure a second season? Of course not. There were rumours that other streaming services were interested in picking it up for a season two, but this never happened.

Netflix are serial offenders, there is no doubting this. But it’s not just them. I can’t go as in depth with these, as I don’t want to write a whole essay, so i’m going to pick the one stand out example of each. Let’s move on to Amazon Prime and another of my heartbreaks…

The Wilds - I loved everything about this show. The diversity, the powerful female leads, the complete mix of Lost and Pretty Little Liars, there was so much to love! Gender was actually the main theme of the show but the wlw storyline between Toni and Shelby was a huge fan favourite. The Wilds returned for a season two and ended on another big cliffhanger, this and the fact that the fan base was HUGE caused fans to feel secure about a season three. But shortly after season two ended, Amazon cancelled the show. They blamed a lack of views in season two however, The Wilds ranks at the 92.7th percentile in the Drama genre. This means The Wilds has higher demand than 92.7% of all Drama titles in the United States. The reaction on the internet was crazy. After all this time, the fans continue to petition and argue for a season three.

HBO next..

Gentleman Jack - this one was a huge shocker. The period drama got two seasons and was beloved to it’s fans, gaining a hugely impressive 92% critics score and 93% audience score on Rotten Tomatoes. I believe that neither HBO or BBC confirmed the reason for the cancellation but it is rumoured that it had to do with the length of time between the two seasons due to the pandemic, which could have led to a loss of viewers. Somehow, I doubt this.

Let’s not forget others worth mentioning..

Batwoman

Legacies

Legends of tomorrow

Charmed

A league of their own

Generation

Willow

and many many more…

Are the streaming services even aware of this pattern? Who knows. But the theme is there, in black and white. And as a sapphic female who has thankfully come out the other side of the years of self hatred, blame, isolation, and rejection, I am pleading with the streaming services to take note of this message

Dear streaming services and broadcast channels; sapphic representation is important too. Not just important but refreshing, a saving grace, a brief moment of normality, a resource, a source of education, and most important could literally save someone’s life.



[skylarstark4826]

Kara had been decorating her apartment for Christmas. she normally held an annual party but this year she was not sure she would with Alex not being able to leave the DEO much since Kara had to hang up her cape (for the time being at lest). James was running as many story’s on agent liberty as possible to at lest try to keep a conversation going and Kara had not been able to talk to Lena for weeks now not since here break up with James as she was burying herself in work. J’onn was volunteering at soup kitchen’s as he always did this time of year. 

so that left Kara by herself a lot lately, feeling sorry for herself and being a bit too selfish for her liking so once she’s finished here she’ll go help J’onn or James maybe give Alex a call. She could do it in a blink of an eye but Kara liked to decorate things like this slowly. That way she can feel more apart of the season as to just rushing through it.

just as she was putting tinsel out of the box she head a knock at the door. when she answered it, Brainy had turned around to face her as he had had his back to the door.

‘Hey Brainy what are you doing here is everything ok?’

he paused at her question and looked confused at her surprise

‘Yes, everything is alright, but you did tell me to meet with you tonight.’

‘I did’

‘yes, you where going to show me ‘It’s a wonderful life’ to get me in to as you put it the holiday spirit.’ 

‘oh right of course i forgot, well come in i was just decorating.’

‘ah yes the colonial tradition of brightening the inside of the home as to distract for the harsh winter outside i am familiar with it, I will help.’

‘thank you.’

the two of them then started to put the tinsel around the apartment, nick knacks on the tables and finally putting ornaments on the tree.

‘thank you for helping me Brainy.’

‘no matter, besides I think this is much better immersion, I always prefer hard data over observational collection.’

Brainy smiled as he put a gold bauble on the tree. 

‘I will keep that in mind.’

Kara was untangling the light on the floor as she looked up at him, Brainy then pulled another item out of the box and paused. 

‘hey, wait Brainy that one dose not go on the tree.’

‘why? what is it?’

he looked down at his hand to examine the green leafy object, Kara then stood up in front of him and took his hands in hers.

‘this is mistletoe and it doesn’t go on the tree it goes up high like in a door frame or a balcony places like that.’

‘why?’

he asked without looking up for his hand the way he said was almost like a child. 

‘will it’s tradition so that its high enough for two people to stand under.’

‘alright.’

Brainy looked up and around the apartment until he found a pace to hang it, he then lifted himself into the air with his flight ring and placed it there. he then lowered himself down still looking at it. he then looked at Kara as if to signal her to come over. she then walked over to him and when she was in front of him he looked up again looking confused.

‘is it not working?’

‘sorry?’

‘is the mistletoe not working?’

Kara could not help but let out a giggle as she shook her head a little.

‘have I miss read the situation.’

‘a little bit,yeah.’

Brainy looked down at his feet he didn’t like getting things wrong especially not in front of Kara. Kara had stopped her giggling but said cheerily 

‘no it’s ok it sweet, I mean your planet is build around technology so what you were thinking makes scents.’

Brainy then lifted his head and put his figures together as he normally did when discussing serous matters. 

‘So if you don’t mind my asking, what is the mistletoe for exactly.’

‘Well I don’t think it’s for anything but there is a tradition for when to people are under it.’

‘yes,yes what is it a prayer, a chant, a sacrificial ritual perhaps.’

‘No Brainy, and what would we even scarifies.’

‘many number of things like hair, valuables and..’

‘ok i get but no that’s not what it is.’

‘then what do you do under mistletoe.’

Kara’s mind made an evil thought she could not shake.

‘how about i just show you.’

‘ok.’

‘close you eyes.’

he did as she said he closed his eyes and put his hands at his side. Kara edged closer to him looking at the details in his face his sweet, soft face. she took one more step so that there was only centimetres between them. Kara then leans in to close the gap between them her lips gently pressing his, he pulled back of a second before realising what was happening. he then embraced the contact willingly, eagerly and with a bit of disbelief. Kara then pulled away from him, Brainy then opened is eyes to see Kara’s smiling face. 

‘that is what mistletoe is for.’

‘I see, are there any other traditions you could show me.’

‘sure.’

Brainy looked shyly at the ground 

‘are there any more that have mistletoe?

[pink-booty-butts]

Pranked (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,455

Summary: You and Dave low-key ignore Jamie and he is sad

Warnings: SMUT. Minors go away please!! Size kink?? Reader talks about Jamie’s massive dick a lot cos she’s a mood. Handjob. Oral. Fingering. The whole shebang. Kinda basically soft dom Jamie cos I’m lazy irl #sorrynotsorry

A/N: WHAT’S UP GANG, IT’S JAMIE JANUARY!! I wanted to write kinda jealous Jamie, but i think he just ended up being insecure lol. i really hope there’s not any major grammatical errors cos i’m tired of re-reading this lmao. This is very self indulgent bc I relate to Dave on a spiritual level and would wanna prank Jamie with him all the time :D i hope you all like it! <3 (also tagging @demontoucansam​, idk if i should make a taglist?? lol)

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“Alright, I think that’s the last of it,” Dave declares as he pushes the trunk of your car down to lock it. The two of you high-five in the driveway, giggling at the thought of what Jamie’s reaction to your prank might be. Before you have time to come up with hypotheticals, you see Jamie’s car coming around the corner. You panic and quickly shoo Dave inside.

“Act natural!” you warn. You both run to the living room couch after slamming the front door closed, practically jumping on it to assume casual positions before Jamie walks in. Dave turns the TV back on and you grab two video game controllers, nearly knocking Dave in the face when you toss his over to him. You hear Jamie’s keys jingle in the door right when the two of you start up another match. You glance over to Dave who is looking at you with a similar expression; pure relief that you were able to get everything in order just in time.

“I’m home,” Jamie announces while taking his shoes off. You continue your match while providing exaggerated commentary, hoping to keep up the illusion of having been doing this for a while. Though the two of you have only been at it for a few minutes, both of you are extremely competitive and get sucked into the game instantly. Hearing your voices, Jamie makes his way into the living room.

You see Jamie sit down next to you from the corner of your eye, his thigh brushing yours as he does so. You smile in his direction and are about to say something to greet him, but  you are interrupted when Dave shoves your shoulder with his in an attempt to break your concentration.

“Hey!” you laugh. You flick your eyes back to the TV screen without saying anything to Jamie; intent on beating Dave as payback. You narrow your eyes at the screen and press the buttons furiously.

Jamie’s face falls. He knows you’re probably not intentionally ignoring him right now, but it still stings. He chalks up his sensitivity to having a stressful day at the bank and hopes that you will spend time with him later. He puts his hands on his knees and stands up, but not before giving you another hopeful glance. You don’t see it—still immersed in your video game—and he feels another blow hit his chest. He starts feeling self-conscious about you and Dave having fun and him being sad and clingy, so he decides to leave the room before ruining the mood further.

“Ha, I won!” You express triumphantly, pushing Dave on the shoulder as retribution for his shove from earlier. Dave laughs and falls back against the couch.

“That’s cause you cheated,” he accuses.

“Oh my god, how did I cheat?” You ask defensively. “If anyone cheated it was you, you literally pushed me!”

You argue with Dave for a while about the technical details of your video game match. Once your verbal sparring starts to get more heated, you stop and realize Jamie isn’t in the room with you anymore. Dave is about to victoriously declare his success due to your speechlessness, but stops himself once he realizes the reason why.

“Where’d he go?” you ask Dave, though you’re facing away from him and peering around the living room entrance. Right when you ask that you hear a squeaking noise coming from the bathroom, letting you both know the water was just turned on. You turn your head to look at Dave again and he gives you a guilty look. “I’m gonna...” you start awkwardly, standing up and pointing in the direction of Jamie’s bedroom.

“Yeah,” Dave replies quickly. “Go do that. I’ll deal with this,” he gestures to the mess in the living room. Though you had only been playing games for a few minutes, the living room was a bit of a disaster with bags of chips and empty cups on the coffee table. The two of you hadn’t pranked Jamie in a while, and as such it took a lengthy brainstorming session to get the creative juices flowing. Both you and Dave thought your current prank was genius and were baffled that you hadn’t thought of it before, but now it only contributed to your nervousness as you worried about Jamie’s sense of humor if he was upset.

You walk past the bathroom and go into Jamie’s bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed and look around, trying to calm yourself down with the familiarity. There were a lot of pictures of the two of you around his room, and some of your clothes were lazily strewn about. Though Jamie was a neat person, he typically didn’t mind your clothes being all over the place for some reason. Despite this, you decide to stand up and organize them into a pile, giving you something else to focus on as you waited for him to come back into his room.

Jamie walks into the room with a towel around his waist but stops at the threshold once he sees you in there. You are facing away from him, folding your clothes and stacking them on his desk chair. He looks down at the floor before speaking.

“Are you leaving?” he asks worriedly. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him.

“No, of course not!” you exclaim. “I mean, unless you want me to. But I just thought I’d clean up a bit.” You fiddle with your fingers as if they’re the most interesting things in the world, and Jamie leans against his doorway. You notice his mournful expression, so you decide to speak again. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Jamie tenses at your question, not wanting to admit his true feelings. Though his sour mood began at work, walking in and seeing you and Dave together reminded him of the thoughts he’s been ruminating on for the past month or so. He knows you and Dave would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, nor would you cheat on him, but sometimes he felt left out when it was the three of you together. You and Dave just clicked in ways that Jamie didn’t understand sometimes, despite him knowing Dave for much longer than you. It was a feeling that has been persisting for a while, but he still didn’t have the courage to talk to you about it. A week ago he asked Dave if he ever got into arguments with you, and when Dave told him he couldn’t recall any, Jamie felt even worse about himself. Jamie got into small arguments with you now and then, did that mean you weren’t compatible?

He worried if he asked you about it you would realize that perhaps you did have feelings for Dave. Or even worse, you would realize Jamie was boring compared to you and Dave, and you would seek out someone who could better match your energy. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, though you can tell it’s forced. “Just had a bad day at work.” He pushes himself off the doorway and walks into his room. He closes the door, and when he’s facing away from you he shuts his eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling. He blinks them away and hopes you don’t notice.  

You sit down on the edge of the bed, some of your anxiety dissipating at hearing you aren’t the cause of him being upset. You can still tell something is off though, so you try to press the matter gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask hesitantly.

Jamie mistakes your hesitant tone for annoyance and shakes his head when he faces you. It stung, but your question made some other feelings arise within him. Maybe this is why you and Dave got along better; because neither of you talked about your feelings. The two of you were more prone to burying your emotions behind fake smiles and silly jokes, something that annoyed Jamie to no end, but maybe he needs to put more effort into being less sensitive about things.

“No, I’d rather not,” he lies. He feels bad, but maybe if he pretends to be okay, he will be. Fake it til you make it and all that jazz. He can’t help wanting to be close to you though, so he walks towards you and sits down next to you. His hand reaches towards your own hands sitting in your lap, but he pulls it back, feeling unsure of himself. He tries to play it off by pulling at the fuzz on the towel around his waist. “Can we cuddle though?” he asks hopefully. Then he remembers you and Dave were in the middle of playing a game, and he preemptively tenses at the fear of being rejected again. “Unless you and Dave are busy…” he trails off.

You chuckle at his request. “Of course we can cuddle.” You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, light water droplets falling onto your hands from his damp hair. You bring your face closer to his and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Who cares about Dave? You’re my boyfriend, Jamie. You’re my number one priority.”

Jamie smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck; hoping if he gets closer to you physically he can get rid of his anxious thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling him with you. Jamie lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, relieved to see you smiling at him. He didn’t have to talk about it with you. As long as you kept smiling at him like that he could pretend those feelings didn’t exist. He shifts his body closer to the head of the bed so he was laying down fully, and you follow. Jamie wraps his arms around your back and rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes contentedly. You wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your legs with his, which ended up being slightly difficult due to his awkward towel placement. Your nose is pressed up against his naked chest and you enjoy the fresh smell of his body wash, while he delights in the comfort of your embrace after a long, grueling day.

An impatient knock on Jamie’s bedroom door startles the two of you. Jamie opens his eyes quickly but doesn’t move from his position. You’re about to lift your head to investigate, but he pulls you closer into him to prevent you from doing so.

“What?” he yells at the door, annoyed at being interrupted.

“Sorry mate, just wanted to let Y/N know she left her phone on the table,” says Dave’s muffled voice. Jamie clenches his teeth, standing up abruptly and stomping over to the door. He swings it open forcefully, snatching your phone from Dave’s hand and slamming the door in his face (You hear a small ‘ow’ as a result). He slaps your phone on his desk before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You lean on your elbow and lift your upper body to look at him from the bed, startled by Jamie’s display of anger.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed carefully, wanting to assess the situation. You take a few, short steps toward Jamie. Once you reach him, you place your hands on his biceps. You look up at him, giving him a concerned look that he can't yet see. He sighs and lets his arms fall, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly. Jamie’s heart clenches at the anticipation of his worst fears about to come true. He looks away and stares at the wall, not able to face you.

“It’s-it’s nothing,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to control himself. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his hands move to rub them away. You beat him to it and grab his face, forcing him to look at you again.

��Tell me what’s wrong,” you whisper. You were worried, you have never seen Jamie like this before and you didn’t know what to do about it. You drop your hands from his face to his hands, tugging him towards the bed to sit down. Once he does, you sit down across from him slowly, not wanting to give the impression that you are impatient for him to respond. Jamie looks down, a tear rolling down his cheek as he avoids looking at you.

“Do you… like Dave?” he questions, his voice cracking. Your eyes widen in response. Though his question could suggest friendship, his reaction said it all. Suddenly, his behavior over the past few weeks all made sense and you had an epiphany. How did you not notice this before?

“No,” you answer. Jamie’s watery eyes shoot up to look at you in response. “I mean, as a friend yeah, but not like that. I can’t believe you’d think that Jamie, that’s gross,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. Maybe it was inappropriate considering the circumstances though, so you attempt to explain yourself. “He’s like a brother to me. I mean, can you imagine? Well I guess you’d have to, to be thinking like this. But that relationship would be a complete nightmare. We’d burn ourselves out, get on each other’s nerves way too much, and probably kill each other. If we had kids, we’d probably lose them in the grocery store and go to jail.” You continue rambling and Jamie chuckles, feeling relieved at your honesty and attempt to cheer him up. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs gentle circles into your sweatpants, causing you to stop. You place your hand on top of his reassuringly and bring your other hand to his face once more. “Sorry Jamie, I hate to tell you this but you got stuck with me after our first date.”

“Do you mean that?” Jamie asks, still slightly anxious. His other hand comes up to hold yours to his face, and he squeezes it gently to reassure himself that this moment is real.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile, gently caressing Jamie’s cheek with your thumb. “I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Much less Dave,” you exaggerate your face when you say Dave’s name to a look of disgust, wanting Jamie to understand how horrible you find the insinuation that you would be romantically interested in his best friend.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, relaxing against your hand. He looks at you lovingly, feeling guilty that he ever thought you would leave him. “But I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You two aren’t that irresponsible.”

You let out an insincere laugh, amused by his statement. “The only reason we’re not that bad is because of you, Jamie.” You maneuver yourself into Jamie’s lap and hug him tightly, holding onto him like a sloth on a branch. He wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

The towel around Jamie’s waist does little to hide his growing erection. He blushes, and you pull your face back to look at him. You grin and wiggle your hips in his lap. You press your lips against his and Jamie reciprocates eagerly, causing him to harden beneath you even more. You pull your lips away, wanting to observe his facial expressions. His eyes are still closed though as he relaxes in the warmth and security of your presence.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of Dave, of all people,” you giggle. Jamie’s eyes shoot open, and he blushes further.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he tries to defend himself, not able to meet your eyes with his own. You pull his chin up to face you again.

“Oh you so were,” you insist. “You have nothing to be jealous over though. You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, also the kindest and most thoughtful. Sometimes I start crying because of how amazing you are and I can't believe how lucky I am. I want to hold you forever and never let go,” you tell him as you slowly reach your hand between the two of you, splaying your legs out for easier access. "And besides your other amazing qualities, you’ve basically got God’s dick between your legs.” You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, stopping right before you touch his length. He nods eagerly, and you start stroking through his towel slowly.

Jamie blushes even more; his face and neck beet red after your praise. “It’s not that big,” he responds honestly. He spreads his legs open further, allowing you to reach more of him. Once he knows you won’t fall from his lap, he leans back on his palms, biting his lip at the feeling of your hand on his cock.

“It definitely is, Jamie,” you smile. “Literally every time we have sex I can’t walk afterwards, so I’m not sure where you got the idea that you don’t have a giant monster penis. I’m not complaining though.” You then reach between both layers of his towel to touch it directly and he gasps in response; his head tilting back in pleasure. You lean forward, causing Jamie to fall against his bed. You lick your palm before wrapping it around his cock, and move your head to his exposed neck to kiss him there. You start stroking him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. He moans quietly, closing his eyes tightly. You start moving your hand a bit faster, wanting to push him over the edge, but he stops your hand with his. You lean your head over his to look down at him questioningly.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “I want to make you feel good first.”

“You don’t have to do that Jamie,” you reassure him. You think he’ll let it go and allow you to continue, but he wraps his hand around yours tighter to prevent you from moving it.

“I know,” he starts. “But I want to. Please?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes and your heart melts, despite your growing arousal for him. You loosen your grip around him, and he lets go of your hand.

“…Okay, if you insist,” you relent. Jamie grins triumphantly, lifting his torso to lean against one of his forearms. His other hand comes up to the side of your face and he gently pushes you to him, allowing him to kiss you. He leans back and pulls you with him, before flipping the two of you over quickly so he is on top of you. You gasp at this and Jamie slips his tongue between your teeth, roaming your mouth passionately. You feel Jamie undo the bow of your sweatpants in a swift motion before he pushes them down your legs. Once he gets them down to your knees you kick them off, helping him remove them. Jamie then presses his erection against your clothed entrance, and you briefly wonder how his towel is still on after all of this.

Jamie tangles his other hand in your hair, pulling you closer towards him as he continues kissing you. His other hand travels along your side to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards so you get the hint. You do and lift your body so he can take it off of you. The two of you separate your lips so he can do so, and his eyes travel down your almost naked body appreciatively. His eyes crinkle from his smile; admiring you like it’s the first time he’s seen you like this. You blush, and his eyes flick back up to your face. He starts kissing you again, gently rolling his hips against yours, causing wetness to pool between your legs. The texture of the towel against your naked legs is a bit weird, but it strangely added to the pleasure building in your core as it rubbed against the wet spot on your underwear.

Jamie’s mouth traveled from yours down to your neck, kissing you there. You feel him nip and suck at your neck a few times, slowly and hesitantly at first. You moan when he sucks your neck harder, blushing with the knowledge that he was definitely going to leave marks as the pace of his mouth grew quicker and more passionate. You don’t have time to ask him about it though, as the thought completely left your head at his next question.

“Do you want my mouth first, or my fingers?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, breathing heavily. You weren’t sure if it was the heightened arousal making Jamie sound more confident, or maybe you were just hearing things, but his deep voice made you blush. Seemingly in an attempt to encourage an answer from you, you feel one of his hands travel between your legs, stroking your entrance through your underwear.

“I don’t…” you trail off, not able to choose between the two. Jamie grins against your neck, pleased with himself and the effect he has on you. He removes his hand from your underwear and moves both of his hands to your breasts, massaging them through your bra as he dips his head down to kiss you again. He wriggles one of his hands between your back and the mattress to unclasp your bra, allowing him to remove it from you. Both of his hands move to your nipples, twirling them gently as he waits for you to continue your sentence.

“That’s okay, I’ll pick for you,” he assures you after you fail to provide him with an answer. He shifts his body down the bed, lowering his face in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding them open as he gives your clothed pussy a few slow licks. He moves one of his arms so he can hold your legs open with just one of them, using the other to pull your underwear off. You shiver at the air against your most sensitive part, but you don’t have time to even think about closing your legs again as Jamie dives his mouth back down. His free hand goes back up to your breasts, teasing your nipples gently with his fingertips. He brings one of your legs up onto his shoulder while pressing the other one down, allowing him to lick you directly without you suffocating him. Not that he would mind, of course. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue and alternates between that and long, slow licks. You writhe beneath him, and though Jamie feels slightly guilty for the bruises you might later have from him forcing your legs open, he’s made it his mission to pleasure you as much as possible today.

Jamie look at your face purposefully, studying your reactions as he continues eating you out. From your perspective, it’s a strange mix between slightly embarrassing and mostly arousing. His wide brown eyes are looking up at you with complete innocence, yet his tongue is working filthily and methodically against your core, having memorized exactly how to have you a complete mess beneath him. As he continues his unrelenting pace, and the two of you share eye contact, your first orgasm hits you. Jamie licks at your wetness eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste of your release. He separates his mouth from your core and sits up, allowing you to see some of your wetness trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and then proceeds to lick it off. You watch as Jamie slowly sucks his fingers, closing his eyes as if he just had a delicious meal and wanted to savor every last taste of it.

He readjusts himself to kiss you again and you taste yourself on his tongue. The same hand he just licked moves to plunge a finger into your core, causing you to whine. Jamie pumps it in and out of you, starting slow but increasing his pace gradually. He inserts another finger to scissor you, wanting to hopefully prepare you for later. You moan into his kisses, which cause his fingers to stutter or stop occasionally, but he resumes his pace every time.

Wanting to make Jamie feel good as well, you move your hand in between the layers of his towel again. When he feels you stroke his length, he freezes in place. He leans back, bringing his free hand to yours and pulling it away.

“No,” he chastises softly. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before bringing your hand up to the side of your head, pining it against the mattress. He continues fingering you and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

“Why not?” you ask him quietly. Now it was your turn to feel insecure. Were you bad at it? Did you hurt him earlier? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern, but Jamie is quick to notice and explain himself.

He glances down towards your finger on his lips, then back at your eyes. You remove it, allowing him to speak unobstructed. “I want to focus on you right now,” he tells you honestly. “I love you, and I love how you make me feel, but if I let you touch me there I’m going to forget what I’m doing.” He slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet entrance, before pushing them back in and continuing his movements. His thumb moves to your clit, circling it slowly. “Is that okay?” You nod, but notice Jamie doesn’t seem satisfied with that.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to say, moaning again as he increases the speed of his hand slightly. Jamie smiles at you, lowering his head to kiss you.

His lips part from yours and he whispers to you, “Okay, I’m going to... put it in now.” He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, and as he enters you his face moves to your neck. You feel the heat radiate from his cheeks, letting you know he is blushing profusely. Though Jamie's confidence when it came to sex had increased significantly, he was still a bit awkward when it came to talking about penetration for some reason.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge,” you whine in between shallow breaths. “Every time I think I’ll get used to it, I’m proven wrong,” you whimper, closing your eyes tightly. Despite doing his best to prepare you for him, you still feel a bit of an uncomfortable stretch as he slowly pushes himself into you. Your back arches as he does so, and you moan loudly as your walls clench around his length. Jamie nips and licks at your neck once again in the hopes of helping you relax for him. Once fully inside you his cock twitches, but he keeps himself still as he waits for your approval. One of his hands moves to one of your breasts to circle your nipple; trying to provide you with pleasure as he waits for you to adjust. You feel like his size affected your brain somehow as you feel your thoughts disappear, but you eventually manage to speak again and say, “You can move now.”

His thrusts start slow; wanting to ensure he’s not causing you any pain. As his pace increases he begins breathing heavier, expelling hot breaths and quiet moans into the crook of your neck.

“You feel amazing Jamie,” you disclose to him, wanting to make up for the lack of providing him with physical pleasure. “No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do.” You practically yelp out your last sentence; some of the words slurring together into a jumbled mess. After that declaration, you feel a few of Jamie’s thrusts become rougher. Your whimpers become louder as a result, and once he notices he quickly goes back to his pre-established pace.

“Do you mean that?” he asks, lifting his head from your neck. His chest swells with pride at the thought that no one had pleasured you as well as he does. Perhaps it was a sign that you would never leave him, and maybe you’d even agree to marry him someday. Jamie’s mind started swirling with possibilities of your futures together, and—as he got lost in his daydreams—his thrusts became rougher once again.

“Of-of course,” you brokenly moan. You bring your unpinned hand to the wet hairs at the back of his head, pulling his face towards yours and smashing your lips against his. That was the last straw for Jamie. As he moans into your mouth between kisses, his pace increases exponentially, as if he was no longer capable of controlling himself or his body. His thrusts are hard and desperate, a change from his usual preference of slow and gentle love-making. He didn't want to hurt you, but the love he feels for you is deep and vast and intense; and his body is hell-bent on displaying the extent of it to you. Though his lips whisper ‘I love you’, his body is screaming: ‘Don’t leave me’.

“I love you so much,” he breathes into your mouth once again, as if they were the only words he remembers how to say.

“I love you too,” you respond, and—seemingly with perfect timing—your orgasm decides to spill forth. The hand on his neck limply falls on the bed as your orgasm floods your body, the pleasure coursing through you causing you to forget basic motor functions. Jamie moans at the sensation of your walls clenching around him, and after a few more thrusts, he comes as well. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms and legs underneath your body before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on top of him. He holds your exhausted body to his tightly, bringing one of his hands up to stroke through your strands affectionately. As the two of you catch your breath, the hand that was once in your hair grabs the sheet underneath you, and he pulls it over your still-connected bodies.

“By the way,” he exhales, panting a few times before starting his next sentence. Your eyes are closed as you recover, but you swear you can hear a smirk in his voice. “Mind telling me where all my clothes have gone?”

You slap a hand over your mouth to prevent a laugh from spilling out. “Uh, what do you mean? Your clothes have disappeared? Wow, that’s crazy! I wonder how that happened?”

“Right," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with it?” he asks, bringing his hand to your back to start stroking along your spine.

You place your hands on his chest, resting your chin on them so you can look at him. “Of course I didn’t! Wow Jamie, you have such little faith. Dave and I haven’t pranked you in ages, what makes you think we’ve come up with something today of all days?”

“So the boxes filled with clothes in the back of your car are definitely not mine then?” he asks, grinning at you with satisfaction.

Your face falls flat on his chest, and you groan. “How’d you figure it out?”

“You left your keys in the driveway,” he recounts. “I stepped on them, and the trunk opened. You should really keep them in your pocket, you know.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh. “I can’t believe I was bested by a set of keys again.” Jamie stops his fingers against your back, choosing to wrap both of his arms around your waist tightly.

“So, what do I win this time?” He asks gleefully. A while ago you and Dave had established a rule that if Jamie figured out your prank before it was finished, he’d win something. Typically it was something easy like paying for drinks or movie tickets, but it depended on the severity of the prank.

“Ya know, we hadn’t talked about it yet,” you laugh nervously. “We were going to after we finished, but then you came home and I came in here so…” you explain awkwardly, motioning your hand around his room. “I can ask him later though.”

“Actually,” Jamie starts, smiling confidently as his hand trails down to the back of your knee and pulls it up towards him. “I think I’ve got an idea for my reward.”

[pbandjesse]

Me and Jess are sitting in the Japan pavilion in Epcot after a very very long day. We are waiting on fireworks. I am having such a a great time even though at some points today I was in so much pain I thought I was going to fall apart. But Jess did such a good job breaking up our day and making sure we got a good break. I am having such a fun trip.

We got to bed last night after washing hair and getting cozy. We werent able to get the Disney Plus to log in so instead we watched the story book version of Rapunzel they had in the TV and Jess was asleep before the 13 minutes was up. It took me a little longer but not much.

And it was a pretty great sleep. Excellent excellent pillows. I was tired but I felt pretty good. I would be better once I had some caffeine.

We got dressed and I braided my hair. Jess curled hers a little. And things were good. We were both a little unsure about how cold it was or our shoes but we made our choices and headed to breakfast.

When we got there we realized we could mobile order. So after we figured that out we didn't have to wait to to long before our food was ready. A coffee and a soda helped. It was interesting to learn how the soda cups have an RFID chip in the bottom to track your refills. And we decided that I should get the reusable mug for the week because it will be a better deal in the end. But that would be at dinner. For the morning I got a paper cup, we shared eggs and tater tots and Jess got waffles. It was a good meal and kept us on budget.

I went to use the bathroom and smashed my arm between the stall door and the toilet paper holder and it hurt so much. I was still holding it by the time I got back to the table. Ouch.

But it was time to go. We walked to the bus stop. The line was crazy long. But we were in a good mood and it was fine to wait.

The problem would arise when 6 Animal Kingdom buses came before an Epcot did and everyone was a little frustrated and upset. We were fine but we were also a little stressed. The Epcot buses would be an issue all day. I was very motivated to get to what Jess wanted to get to first before the park opened so I was focused.

The bus we got on was very full and we were a little squished. But it wasn't a long ride and once we got to the park, after going through security and using the bathroom, we got into Epcot! I was so excited.

We needed to get to France to try and get on the Remy ride. I was trying to make Jess power walk. But in the end it did not matter. Because the line was two counties over it was so long! We were not going to wait in that.

(Had to pause for an hour to watch the fireworks. Now we are waiting for the bus)

So instead we started walking around the world. And it was really neat! I knew I would like this one but I only had some small memories of what Epcot was like. For some reason I had completely forgotten it had a water front. And it was like a full circle. Not what I had in my mind. But it was so cool seeing everything.

I liked Mexico a lot. Way more then I expected. The ring carver souvenir stand wouldn't be open until noon so we had time to kill. We would still start in Mexico though with a boat ride where Donald duck was missing.

Here is my honest feedback of all the rides we went on today: Disney needs to not rely on screens. Whenever there were animatronics it was incredible and engaging, from the simple ones to the realistic, it was incredible. But when there were screens filling in for part of the set dressing or storyline it was so stupid. Like just not enjoyable at all. And I'm not talking about the overhead 360 screens that are immersive. I'm talking about the almost TV projector screens. Thankfully not everything is screen heavy.

I really did enjoy our first ride. And just walking around. We decided to head back to spaceship earth to try the ride inside the ball. And it was probably my favorite of the entire day. We had to wait outside for a while but it wasn't a terribly long time. Which is very good because it was freezing.

It ended up being incredibly windy and that wind was icy cold. I am really really glad I wore this fleece because I would have been miserable. My face was so cold. Thankfully the rest of me was fine. I had decided at the last minute to put on tights and that was such a good call. Saved my day for sure.

Jess was still a bit cold. So after our next ride, where we got to learn about living with the land and plant and fish farming techniques, Jess would buy a sweatshirt. She was a lot more comfortable after that.

We got to add to a painting at the festival. Jess did 5 squares of yellow and I did 5 of a grey blue green tone. It was a lot of fun to get to be a part of the art. And we'll get to see it later and know where we helped because I made sure to ask. It was really nice to have an activity.

Back to spaceship earth. This was my favorite ride. I loved that it was going back in time. For some reason I thought it was talking about the future. So I really was just tickled seeing all the different historical scenes and marveled at how the animatronics moved. They took our pictures and used us in a little animation on the screen in our car which was hilarious because we didn't know the picture was happening so we both looked so silly. There was an incredible star part. We went backwards for a little which was probably the most uncomfortable part. But it was just so cool. I loved it.

We would go in a few shops. I got a baby panda that I had such a visceral reaction to. He's pink!! I carried him in my pocket.

And had a lot of fun trading pins. We each had 12 to trade away from what my mom gathered for us. And I think I have made some excellent selections. I am really pleased and it's been a really fun little task.

Jess said that she is enjoying how I'm interacting and looking at the spaces. She's been here so many times so she is mostly just following where I want to explore. Which lead is to see the 360 video about Canada. Which was honestly pretty cool. And it gave us a little break sitting down when no one was hsing the handicap bench. I even slipped off my shoes to stretch my feet in the ground using some of my old ballet stretched and it helped a lot.

We would head back to Mexico to order our rings. Jess got 'mood' and I got 'jesse' and 'soft' (James thought that it would be funny to have a metal ring say soft.) And the woman was really nice. She sent us back inside the Mexico pavilion to pay.

And when we were in there the nice man, Carlos, at the counter pulled out his guitar and played happy birthday at me and then!! He let me go through his social box of pins for trading and I got an orange bird pin from the flower festival last year and it's my most special pin now. He was so sweet. I really appreciated it.

We were struggling with food though. That was for sure the hardest thing today. When Jess has been here for the food and wine festival there were so many options. But there was almost nothing we could have. It either has bread or meat. And it was super discouraging because today was the day we didn't make a reservation for anything. I was at least able to get a grilled cheese and soup and a piece of chiffon mousse. And Jess was able to have some of the soap and the mousse and that held us together. It was actually really fabulous and gave me a second wind for sure. Between the food and the caffeinated crystal lite I brought with me, I was solid for the next couple hours.

We would wander around the world and eventually pick up our rings. Which I love. But my fingers were a little swollen from walking around so I almost got the one stuck on my finger and had a very scary moment but I would get it off before it was a problem. Once my hands weren't so swollen later I was able to wear them no problem. Though I may take a file the the band later because the edge is just a smidge sharp. Still an excellent gift to myself.

Jess would have some risotto from Canada. Which I did not like the texture of but I was glad she got to eat. We would wander in and out of shops and I was having a blast. But I was getting pretty tired. The sun would perk up and the wind would calm down for a bit and it would get almost to warm for a few minutes. But honestly that was not as uncomfortable as the cold had been. I just took off my fleece and was only slightly to warm in my tights.

And that would last for that long. We decided that we were both pretty low on energy. And we should start heading back. I realized that we were maybe 45 minutes past our energy levels and my feet started hurting so wildly bad. My ankle has been rubbing all morning but it got to a spot where I was just. Struggling. And my struggling made me want to speed walk to get to sitting but Jess was all locked up and going very slow. Which was understandable but I was frustrated because my feet were hurting so bad. It felt like standing on knives (little mermaid reference). But we struggled through and got to our bus and it wasn't even a very long wait.

I was thrilled to be sitting. And the sitting helped give me the little bit of relief to walk back to our hotel. We were both so stiff and it was kind of horrible.

Once I was out of my tights and socks and put on my little toe separators things, we both laid backwards on our beds with our feet on the headboards to try and get the blood to not make them swell and I think it helped a lot. After 20 or so minutes of that I turned around and fell asleep.

Jess let me sleep until 5. I was not thrilled about waking up but she was already dressed so it was clear she let me rest longer and so I pulled myself together. Which was tough. I was still very tired. But I got redressed and we had some huge laughs and things felt right again even if we were both just a little prickly.

Dinner would help. We tried ordering the mobile order from our room. But this did not make things quicker. Annoying. I did get my refillable cup and it's great. I think it will be a good souvenir plus cost per use it is absolutely worth it for me. And our dinner of pizza, fries, gluten free chicken strips, carrots, and celery was actually really great. We had so many sauces. And it was fun people watching. A little child even came up to me to tell me a joke and I told her one back. She has been driving her mother crazy repeating the same knock knock over and over. I was glad to give a slight distraction.

Getting back to Epcot was difficult. We had another multiple Animal Kingdom buses but it made even less sense because animal Kingdom closes at 6! It was after 6! Why are they going there? The answer really is they make a loop and will keep picking people up but it was still frustrating.

The family next to us was funny. There tween daughter was a city girl who was being extra and she did a very very bad cartwheel and I clapped for her and it was just so silly. They gave us on waiting for Epcot and went to Disney springs instead. But we stuck it out and the bus would eventually come. Honestly it worked out because the other family near us forgot their backpack in the restaurant and the mom had to book it running across the parking lot. And she made it back in time. Excellent.

We would get back to Epcot at 7. And it was great. We were able to basically walk onto the finding Nemo ride. Which relied on screens way to much but ended in an actual aquarium and that was amazing.

Jess would go take a break and I would explore all the fish and seahorses by myself. I sat in the tank window to watch the dolphins and got to see manatees for I think the first time ever. They were sleeping but it was still really cool.

Despite how tired we had been I was a really doing great. That rest was perfect. We got popcorn. I don't love popcorn that much but Jess does. It was still fun to snack. And we got to go the other direction. Towards Morocco, the UK, Italy, and Japan. And it was so fun.

Japan was probably my favorite store and I showed so much restraint and didn't buy anything. Jess got one blind box. It is a little cat holding a shrimp. Very on brand.

It was getting late. And the fireworks start at 9. The next thing we wanted to eat was a sushi donut and a strawberry mochi. And they were right there. And at this point there was no line! Incredible.

While we were waiting for the order to come out I suggested finding a bench and posting up for the fireworks. I ran away from her to commander the open bench I saw. And once she brought the food over the mochi was so good! It would have been improved by more strawberry pieces but was still excellent. Jess said the sushi donut was just fine. More a novelty but fine.

We aren't sure the bench was right for fireworks. So we kept running around the area to scope out a better place. We sat and waited and I started this post. Which I am now finishing in our hotel room.

In the end it didn't matter where our bench was.

Once the fireworks started we realized we had a building mostly in the way. So a few minutes in we moved closer to stand and watch. And it was. Incredible. Like I was almost crying incredible. It was about 15 minutes and the music and the way they even used the smoke to bounce light and the ideas about human connection and love. They made firework hearts?? I was enthralled. I may not get Mickey Mouse but I get this. And this was incredible.

And that was it. That was the end of the park day. Except not really. We still had to walk across the world to get to the buses. And I was in such a lovely mood I decided to speed run us getting some pictures together. It is a struggle with crowds. But most people were gone and so we found a few places with nice architecture and I snapped some shots and we got to hear the staff silly singing to each other and it was just so much fun.

We got out of the park and got on the 3rd bus. Didn't even have to wait that long. We weren't able to sit together but that was okay. I wrote my post and soon enough we were back. I was in pain again but it wasn't so bad. And now I'm going to take a shower and we are going to put on a movie and we will sleep.

Tomorrow is Animal Kingdom! We better not have as much struggle with the buses. But also we are going to sleep in an extra hour. I am looking forward to a day filled with creatures and critters and Jess says more rides. I am excited.

I love you all so much. Until next time!!

[seitmai]

He found himself spending as much time with you as possible. The two of you frequented bookstores and museums. You introduced him to a swath of movies and tv shows that he’d missed out on over the years. And he brought you back in time with each 40’s crooner he showed you on his record player. He’d never felt so comfortable, so at ease. And you returned the feeling ten-fold. 

Nothing better than getting closer to each other during cozy fun fall things 🥰

But that fear subsided when Bucky finally pressed his lips against yours for the first time. It took him all night to work up the courage. He found his focus drifting from Nightmare on Elm Street and settling on you. Your jack-o-lantern sweatshirt. Your slightly messy hair. Your bright smile. But he didn’t make his move- he couldn’t. He was far, far too nervous. And when Bucky eventually broke the kiss, you knew you this was it for you- he was it for you. He brushed his lips against your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose. And he asked you if you’d like to join him for an official date. You, of course, said yes.

🥰🥰🥰

On October thirtieth, he asked you to be his. And you told him that you already were- you’d been his for a long time. He just didn’t know it.

That is just so cute 🥰🥹

But as his head perked up, he didn’t find his best girl. No, he found only a bloody, decaying zombie sprinting in his direction. He’d never been so happy to see a monster.

Hahaha that's true love

But it was Bucky who gave you the final push you needed. He knew you were second-guessing yourself, knew you’d talk yourself out of it if he didn’t step in. And you were grateful he’d been there to encourage you.

I just love supportive relationships like that🥰

Admittedly, he wasn’t looking forward to his trip through the haunt. Of course, he was excited to see you in your element- he just wished your element wasn't a terrifying, immersive experience.

Valid

Bucky’s lips twisted into an uncomfortable, tense expression. He thought about what that experience might be like for him. How it might affect him. Once again, he found himself wiping his palm against his thigh.“I just don’t want it to trigger anything for you, you know?” And you meant it. A trip through your stupid haunted house wasn’t worth his mental health.

🥺🥺🥺

“Well, I assure you there is not a Hydra torture chamber in there, but I still think you should think it over before you go inside. Okay?” You knew Bucky too well. Knew he’d do anything to make you happy- even if it meant sacrificing his peace. But he’d worked so hard to find that peace, and you couldn’t let him shatter it just for you. “I won’t be disappointed or get my feelings hurt if you decide not to go inside, I promise. I just want you to have a fun night without any pain or flashbacks or panic attacks.”

Urgh they are just so caring and supportive for each other 🥹

“No, doll, don’t worry about it. Sorry I monopolized your entire break.” “Are you kidding me?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “this was exactly how I wanted to spend it.”

🥰🥰🥰

“Um, no,” Sam yanked the treat out of Bucky’s reach. “These are both mine.” Bucky scoffed, “You’re joking, right?”  “Nope.” Bucky rolled his eyes, “You’re actually double-fisting caramel apples right now?”

Of course he would 😂

Sam didn’t suspect that Bucky would actually harm any of the actors; he trusted Bucky more than Bucky trusted himself. But he wasn’t going to push. If there was any possibility that the things inside the haunt might send Bucky into a spiral, he was happy to steer clear.

I love Sam's trust in Bucky!

Bucky flipped on the hall light, bathing your face in a warm glow. He carefully raised his palms in a wordless promise that he wouldn’t hurt you. And once you gave him a small nod, he gently cradled your face in his hands. He carefully turned your head toward the light, allowing him a good, clear look at the marks on your face. And what he found ripped open a pit in his stomach. You didn’t flinch because you feared him- no, you flinched because you were hurt.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

“He actually tried to hit me a third time,” you said. “I was already on the ground at that point. But he still went for it.”

This broke my heart 😭💔

He stroked along your jaw with his cold, metallic thumb. “You always put me first, don’t you?” “Of course,” you swept your thumbs over his skin, “I’d never dream of having it any other way.”

🥰🥰🥰

You rolled your eyes, sending a tear trailing down your cheek. “But you’ve been through a lot worse. I got punched- so what?” You scoffed, “You were abused for close to a hundred years. What happened to me isn’t-” “That doesn’t mean you can’t be upset,” he said. “You don’t have to compare your life to mine, sweetheart. No one should’ve laid a hand on you- tonight or ever.” He searched your face for a long moment, “Okay?”

This is just perfect and so important🫶🏻

Bucky used a butterfly bandage to carefully close your cut and fetched you a fresh cup of cider. He took care of you in a way you’d never experienced. In a way you’d never thought possible. And after the night you had, all you wanted was to curl up on the couch with him. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms and forget all about what happened. 

🥺🥺🥺

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. He was already planning to offer you a ring next October- doing so during any other month felt like sacrilege. 

Ahhhh so perfect 🥰

We Fell in Love in October | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hello everyone, and…

🦇🧟‍♀️👻🎃Happy October!🎃👻🧟‍♀️🦇

It is truly the most wonderful time of the year! Halloween is my favorite favorite holiday, so of course I had to write a little something. I borrowed the title from a girl in red song that I enjoy. Also, if you're a New Girl fan, parts of this plot line might be familiar to you :)

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: minor reader injury

Shrieks and laughter echoed from every direction. The smell of fresh kettle corn wafted through the crisp autumn air. And two separate groups of children in Halloween costumes almost knocked Bucky to the ground. They blew past him in a blur of candy and chaos, shouting as they ran. He was certain that a rogue kiddo had somehow smeared the sleeve of his jacket with the sticky, sugary coating of their caramel apple, but he didn’t mind.

He simply took in the sights and sounds of the Halloween carnival, smiling to himself as went out of his way to step on crunchy leaves. 

Autumn was his favorite time of year- October, specifically. It was October when he first bumped into you at his favorite coffee spot, spilling your pumpkin cold brew all over your shoes. His insistent apologies and dedicated clean-up efforts endeared him to you instantly, as did his shy smile. He graciously replaced your drink and bought you a slice of spiced pumpkin bread for good measure, which you happily shared with him.

After that, Bucky knew he was done for.

He found himself spending as much time with you as possible. The two of you frequented bookstores and museums. You introduced him to a swath of movies and tv shows that he’d missed out on over the years. And he brought you back in time with each 40’s crooner he showed you on his record player. He’d never felt so comfortable, so at ease. And you returned the feeling ten-fold. 

It was October of the following year when he showed up at your apartment with a massive bag of candy and a bottle of your favorite wine. He knew how much you loved Halloween and all it entailed: the movies, the décor, the spirit of the season. And he was determined to make it extra special. The two of you watched scary movies and laughed uproariously each time the other jumped. And both of you consumed so much candy, you feared you might be sick.

But that fear subsided when Bucky finally pressed his lips against yours for the first time. It took him all night to work up the courage. He found his focus drifting from Nightmare on Elm Street and settling on you. Your jack-o-lantern sweatshirt. Your slightly messy hair. Your bright smile. But he didn’t make his move- he couldn’t. He was far, far too nervous. 

It wasn’t until the night came to a close that he finally found his nerve. You walked him to the door and thanked him for the candy. The wine. The company. And for making the first day of October one for the books. The goodnight hug you shared lasted longer than it ever had, and you swore he held you tighter than before.

The two of you lingered by the front door, chatting about nothing of consequence. Bucky needed to buy himself some time, and you wanted to keep him in your apartment as long as possible. You figured that if he hung around long enough, maybe he’d finally make his move.

But he left. After another long hug and some more nonsensical chatting, he bid you goodnight. He intertwined his fingers with yours for a moment, sweeping his thumb across the back of your hand. He gave your hand a squeeze and swept a kiss across your knuckles, and then he slipped out the door.

But before the disappointment had a chance to settle into your chest, a metallic knocking vibrated through your front door. You opened it instantly, figuring that Bucky had forgotten his phone or his keys on your coffee table.

But he wasn’t after any forgotten personal effects. 

Breathlessly, he asked, “Can I?”

“Please.”

And that was it.

His mouth met yours in long, deep kiss full of want and adoration and Halloween candy. His hands cradled your face, yours twisted into the front of his t-shirt. And neither of you took a breath for a very, very long time. Only when your chest burned from lack of oxygen did you finally pull away- but it was only for a second. He greedily recaptured your lips before you even knew what happened, not that you’d ever complain about it. 

And when Bucky eventually broke the kiss, you knew you this was it for you- he was it for you. He brushed his lips against your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose. And he asked you if you’d like to join him for an official date. You, of course, said yes.

Said date came only a few days later, when Bucky took you to a pumpkin patch and the two of you carved jack-o-lanterns together. You carved a rather accurate depiction of Ghost Face. And Bucky, of course, decorated his with a stick figure representation of the two of you at the coffee shop where you first met.

The night ended with a Halloween Hayride followed by a corn maze- and you swore Bucky got the two of you lost on purpose. He kept pulling you down errant pathways, insisting that they’d lead to the exit. No exit ever materialized at the end of his rogue, twisting trails. But they did provide the perfect venue for him to steal a kiss or three. And you didn’t complain once.

On October thirtieth, he asked you to be his. And you told him that you already were- you’d been his for a long time. He just didn’t know it.

It was hard for Bucky to believe that only two Octobers ago, you were a stranger. And now, you were his girl. He’d given all of himself over to you, and you accepted him with nothing but warmth and kindness and love. He couldn’t believe he’d been lucky enough to meet you, to win your affections, to call you his. 

He was never a huge fan of dark, dreary, autumn, as he always preferred the warmth of summer. But meeting you was enough to turn him into fall's biggest fan. The two of you were inextricably linked to the season, turning it instantly into his number one favorite. And as he strolled through the Halloween carnival and allowed autumn to wrap around him like a blanket, he couldn’t help but feel at home. 

At the sight of the Haunted House, Bucky hung a right and curved around the back of the structure. He listened to the screams and subsequent laughter of the patrons inside as he waited for you. He didn’t particularly love haunted houses, and probably never would’ve considered partaking in one if it hadn’t been for you.

“Buck!” your voice broke through the noise of the festival and pulled Bucky’s attention. 

But as his head perked up, he didn’t find his best girl. No, he found only a bloody, decaying zombie sprinting in his direction. He’d never been so happy to see a monster.

“Woah! You look amazing, baby!” Bucky motioned for you to do a spin for him and admired your elaborate, almost-too-realistic make up and costume. “You’re gonna scare the hell outta these people, doll.”

A wide, satisfied smile stretched across your zombified face, “That’s the idea.” 

As carefully as you could you leaned in and brushed a kiss to Bucky’s lips. Of course, you didn’t want to dirty his face with your gory make up, but you simply couldn’t resist kissing him. And you’d never want to. 

“Wait, I thought Sam was coming with you,” you scanned the area, looking for Bucky’s partner in crime. “Did he change his mind?”

Bucky let out a breathy laugh, “No, he’s here. But he saw a caramel apple stand near the front of the carnival and I lost him immediately.”

Your laughed matched Bucky’s, “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

Bucky eyed the haunted house, with its flashing lights and eerie exterior. It loomed over the entirety of the carnival, promising heart-stopping terror and endless fright for anyone who dared to enter. A cold sweat dampened the palm of his right hand; he swiped it on his pantleg without a word.

“So, how’s it been going, doll? Are you having a good time?”

At first, you thought it might be strange to volunteer as a scare actor. You didn’t have any experience, and didn’t think of yourself as much of a performer. But the second you saw the listing for volunteers online, the idea wormed its way into your brain and refused to leave. You always loved Halloween, always loved all things creepy. And working as a scarer for a few nights a week sounded like fun.

But it was Bucky who gave you the final push you needed. He knew you were second-guessing yourself, knew you’d talk yourself out of it if he didn’t step in. And you were grateful he’d been there to encourage you.

“I’m having the best time! It’s been a blast so far,” the excitement radiating off of you was almost palpable. “Everyone’s so nice and we’re having so much fun. I’m really glad I decided to go through with it.”

“See? I told you,” Bucky shot you a wink. “I only wish I could’ve been here on opening night of the festival-”

“Buck, you were literally saving the world. I understand,” you told him. “There’s no hard feelings.”

“Well, I’m really happy for you sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re having a good time.” He gently placed his metallic hand on the least bloody part of your face, “And I’m so excited to see you in action.”

You gave him a strange look, “What do you mean?”

“I just mean that I can’t wait to see you doing your thing in there!” He gestured toward the haunt, “Can’t wait for you to scare me to death, baby.”

“Oh, Buck- no. I don’t-” you cut a glance toward the haunted house, knowing full well what lurked inside the walls. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What? But I want to support you, doll-”

“You’re supporting me just by being here,” you leaned into his touch. “But I don’t think you should go in there, babe.”

Admittedly, he wasn’t looking forward to his trip through the haunt. Of course, he was excited to see you in your element- he just wished your element wasn't a terrifying, immersive experience.

“It’s a dark, enclosed space with blood and gore and people screaming,” you cautioned him. “And there’s actors who jump out at you from the dark. I swear, there’s one of us popping out around like, every corner.”

Bucky’s lips twisted into an uncomfortable, tense expression. He thought about what that experience might be like for him. How it might affect him. Once again, he found himself wiping his palm against his thigh.

“I just don’t want it to trigger anything for you, you know?” And you meant it. A trip through your stupid haunted house wasn’t worth his mental health.

He forced the tension out of his face and blanketed his features with a manufactured calm. You were always so supportive of him, always did your best to be there for him. And it was his turn to be there for you. What kind of boyfriend was he if he couldn’t even see you perform? Sure, going inside the haunt wasn’t his idea of a perfect evening, but he owed it to you.

“Yeah, but I’ve been through way worse, sweetheart. I can- I can handle a haunted house.” He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince- you or himself. “As long as there isn’t a Hydra torture chamber scene, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Well, I assure you there is not a Hydra torture chamber in there, but I still think you should think it over before you go inside. Okay?” You knew Bucky too well. Knew he’d do anything to make you happy- even if it meant sacrificing his peace. But he’d worked so hard to find that peace, and you couldn’t let him shatter it just for you. “I won’t be disappointed or get my feelings hurt if you decide not to go inside, I promise. I just want you to have a fun night without any pain or flashbacks or panic attacks.”

Bucky found nothing but authenticity in your voice. You weren’t just saying these things, or secretly hoping that he’d still venture into the haunt. No, you meant everything you said; you just wanted what was best for him. Wanted him to enjoy himself. And he was endlessly grateful for your understanding. For your kindness.

“Shit. Alright, I-” you looked down at your phone and sighed at the new text illuminating your screen, “I have to get back inside, my break’s over. Sorry, baby.”

“No, doll, don’t worry about it. Sorry I monopolized your entire break.”

“Are you kidding me?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “this was exactly how I wanted to spend it.”

He pulled you in for deep- yet careful- kiss. He didn’t want to mess up the makeup you’d worked so hard on but couldn’t let you go back inside without a kiss. 

“Just promise me you’ll think it over before you actually go inside the haunt, okay?” You eyed him with a serious, almost grave expression. “There won’t be any hard feelings if you sit this one out.”

“I promise,” he said. “And to tell you the truth, I’m- I’m thinking I might just stick to carnival games and funnel cake.”

A massive sigh of relief left your chest. The worry you’d been holding onto dissipated into the chilly autumnal air. And suddenly, nothing sounded better than cheap, rigged carnival games. 

“See, now that sounds like fun.” You left one more kiss to Bucky’s lips before heading toward your next shift. “Have a good time tonight, Buck.”

Bucky watched your bloody form receded toward the haunt. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about your warnings, your cautionary words. You really did care about him. You loved him more than anyone ever had. And you always, always put him first. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to express how grateful he was to have you. And as he observed the way you went out of your path just to step on the crunchiest leaves you could find, he knew the two of you were perfectly suited.

“Baby!” Bucky called after you as you reached the back door of the haunt.

You turned.

“Do you still wanna come over later?” he shouted over the noise of the festival.

Your “DUH!” echoed across the distance. And then you disappeared inside.

“Aw, man. Did I miss her?” Sam appeared just behind Bucky, two caramel apples in hand.

“Yeah, she had to get back to work. Oh-” Bucky reached for the apple in Sam’s right hand, the one that hadn’t yet been marred by Sam’s teeth. “Is this for me? Thanks, I-”

“Um, no,” Sam yanked the treat out of Bucky’s reach. “These are both mine.”

Bucky scoffed, “You’re joking, right?” 

“Nope.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “You’re actually double-fisting caramel apples right now?”

Sam gave a confident nod and took a bite out of one of the treats. “Leave me alone, man. I’m just participating in the spirit of Halloween.”

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s antics. “Okay, well then, I’m gonna go get one of my own. Are you coming?”

Sam tilted his head to the side and gestured toward the haunt with one of his apples. “Aren’t we going inside now that she’s back on shift?”

Bucky gave the unsettling building a long look. He really did want to support you- but he just couldn’t bring himself to willingly venture into that environment. He thought back on what you said: Dark. Enclosed space. Blood. Gore. People jumping out of the darkness. It was the perfect recipe for a flashback. He could practically feel his PTSD crawling out of the darkest corners of his mind, waiting to pounce.

“Um, no, actually. I’m not- I’m not gonna go in,” Bucky said. “I was cautioned against it by a very sweet, very beautiful zombie.” 

It didn’t quite make sense to Sam. “She doesn’t want you to go inside?”

“She said it’s just not the best idea. The way she described it, I know it’s not gonna be a good experience for me,” a sad smile pulled at Bucky’s features. “Plus, I don’t know how I’m gonna react to bloody people popping out of the shadows and screaming at me. I feel like my training- or my PTSD- is gonna kick in and I might hit first and ask questions later,” he shrugged. “I don’t wanna hurt anyone.”

Sam didn’t suspect that Bucky would actually harm any of the actors; he trusted Bucky more than Bucky trusted himself. But he wasn’t going to push. If there was any possibility that the things inside the haunt might send Bucky into a spiral, he was happy to steer clear.

“Alright, yeah, we can- we can go play some games instead,” Sam suggested. “And you can win your girl a prize. Come on.”

Sam pointed Bucky in the direction of the carnival games- but not before he granted Bucky his second apple. 

“Wilson… I’m touched,” Bucky took a huge bite of the tart, sticky treat. “This is real friendship.”

“Yeah, yeah. But you’re getting the next round.” 

The two of them set off in the direction of the large array of carnival booths, both happily gnawing on a caramel apple. Bucky was grateful to have two people in his life who truly cared about his mental health. Two people who never forced him into situations that had the potential to rip open his old wounds. 

And though Bucky wished he could visit you inside the haunt, he knew it was better this way. If he chose to experience the haunted house and ended up having a violent flashback or a panic attack, he knew it would ruin your night. You’d spend the entire evening taking care of him, looking after him, worrying about him- you’d completely abandon your post inside the haunted house, and he couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t take away your Halloween fun, especially not when you’d just told him what a blast it all was.

No, he’d instead spend the evening playing shitty carnival games, drinking pumpkin beer, and betting Sam that he couldn’t eat another caramel apple. And later, after you’d finished your night of scaring, he’d welcome you into his apartment and spend the rest of his evening snuggled up with you on the couch. He’d make a batch of spiced apple cider and curl up with you under a blanket. And the two of you would fall asleep while Scream played in the background.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Around ten-thirty, a quiet knock pulled Bucky from his book. He dropped it on the coffee table- taking no care to mark his page- and dashed toward the front door. He couldn’t wait to ask you a million questions. To hear your stories from the night. But when he threw open the door, he didn’t find the smiling zombie he’d seen just a few hours ago.

Something about you seemed off. Almost hollow. But Bucky couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He was certain you had to be tired- exhausted, really. You’d spent hours chasing after your victims and screaming at the top of your lungs. Surely, you were just worn out.

“Hey, Buck,” you did your best to force a smile, but it wasn’t at all convincing. 

“Hey, baby,” Bucky pulled you into his body without caring that you were still covered in a thick layer of fake blood and zombie make up. “You good?”

You nodded against his chest, “Yeah. Just tired.”

Bucky felt his worry recede a bit- but it didn’t vanish completely. He took you by the hand and brought you inside, but didn’t pepper you with questions like he’d planned. All of his wonderings could wait until after you got a well-deserved night of rest. 

“I was thinking I could make us some spiced apple cider,” Bucky offered, “But if you’d rather just go to sleep, I can save that for tomorrow. What do you think, doll?”

“Um, whatever you wanna do, babe,” you rummaged through your overnight bag and unearthed your toiletry bag and pajamas. “I’m gonna go shower and take off my make up.”

Without another word, you retreated down the hall and disappeared into the bathroom. Something about your demeanor didn’t sit right with Bucky. This wasn’t just exhaustion; something darker lurked beneath your still waters. But he opted to give you your space. He didn’t want to delay your shower; surely, you wanted to shed your grime and get comfortable. And once you’d emerged from your clean up, he’d once again ask about your well-being. But not a moment before.

He quickly changed shirts, shedding the one that he’d willingly dirtied by hugging you, and went to work on the cider. Even if you only wanted a sip or two before bed, that was enough for him. He didn’t mind putting in the effort if there was even a chance it might make you smile- he’d do anything to see that smile. To make you happy.

“Sorry that took so long,” you said as you padded down the hall half an hour later. “Getting all of the blood and make up off is kind of a process.” 

At the sound of your voice, Bucky rose from his seat in the kitchen and met you in the hall with a mug of hot cider, which you accepted.

“Don’t worry about it, doll. I was just-” a smiled flashed across his face, “Oh, sweetheart, it looks like you missed some.”

Some of the blueish purple make up still stained your cheek and tainted the skin around your eye. A bit of fake blood ran through your brow. And clearly, you’d forgotten to remove one of your bloody contacts. 

“Here, let me.” He raised his hand to your cheek and tried to swipe the remaining make up from your skin with his thumb, but you yanked your head away.

Pain burned in Bucky’s chest. You’d never flinched like that around him. Never once did you dodge his touch or fear that he might hurt you. You always said you didn’t see him as a threat, didn’t think of him as a monster. What had happened in the last few hours that changed the way you saw him? 

He felt himself teetering on the edge of heartbreak, but the puzzle pieces fell together before he had the chance to fall apart. He didn’t recall you wearing bloody special effects contacts earlier tonight. And your zombie make up hadn’t been that shade of indigo. 

Bucky flipped on the hall light, bathing your face in a warm glow. He carefully raised his palms in a wordless promise that he wouldn’t hurt you. And once you gave him a small nod, he gently cradled your face in his hands. He carefully turned your head toward the light, allowing him a good, clear look at the marks on your face. 

And what he found ripped open a pit in his stomach. You didn’t flinch because you feared him- no, you flinched because you were hurt.

A large, dark blue bruise bloomed under the skin of your cheekbone. And another bruise stained your orbital purple. The area was already swelling, and Bucky couldn’t help but think about how much pain you were in. A gash sliced through your eyebrow, just above your blackened eye. And unfortunately, the blood staining the white of your eye wasn’t part of a creepy contact lens- it was real. It was all real.

“Shit. Baby, what happened?” 

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“No, you’re not,” Bucky insisted. 

A few tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You spent your entire ride to Bucky’s telling yourself that you were fine. That you were okay. That it was just some bruising. That crying wouldn’t fix anything. You told yourself that people go through way worse every day- that Bucky had been through way, way worse for almost a century. You told yourself that it wasn’t a big deal. That getting emotional over something so small was unnecessarily dramatic. 

But Bucky automatically validated you- without even knowing it.

“What happened, sweetheart?”

You cut a glance to the side- which only made your eye throb. “Um, there was this guy who came through the haunt. And when I jumped out at him, he um,” you shrugged. “He hit me.”

A hurricane of emotion ripped through Bucky. He was horrified. Concerned. Wrathful. Heartbroken. All at once. 

“He hit me twice, actually…” You knew it would only make Bucky more upset. But what was the point of hiding the truth? He was going to be distraught either way. “He hit me here first,” you pointed at your cheek. “And then the second time, he got me in the eye. He had one of those big, collegiate class rings on- that’s what sliced my eyebrow open.”

“Jesus. Okay, um, you hang tight right here. I’m gonna grab my keys and some shoes- I need to get you to the emergency room,” Bucky threw his attention down the hall, searching for his keys.

“I don’t need to go to the ER-”

“Then I’m at least taking you to a minor emergency clinic,” Bucky insisted. “You need to be seen by-”

“The medic at the carnival already gave me a once over,” you rested a hand against his chest, calming him. “She said I’m fine. The cut doesn’t need stitches. I just have a minor concussion.”

Bucky stared at you for a long moment while a war raged inside his head. He knew you were okay, that your life wasn’t in danger. And he could tell you were too tired for an unnecessary trip to the hospital. But he’d feel more comfortable if a doctor took a look at you. If he had a guarantee that you’d be alright.

“I promise I’m okay,” you told him. “I really just wanna rest.”

And after another long moment of internally weighing the pros and cons, Bucky conceded.

“Okay. Here, I’ll take that,” he took your mug of cider and placed it on the hall table. “Come sit, sweetheart,” Bucky took you by the hand and led you to the living room. He got you situated on the couch and draped a blanket over your lap.

“He actually tried to hit me a third time,” you said. “I was already on the ground at that point. But he still went for it.”

You didn’t mean to sound so wounded. So pathetic. But part of you was still in shock. And the other part was heartbroken that one person had ruined your entire experience. 

“Thankfully, a few of the other actors got to him before he had the chance to actually make contact again.”

Bucky thought he might be sick. “What the fuck?”

You shrugged, “I’m not… I don’t know.”

“Um, do you need- I’m gonna get you some ice, okay?” He didn’t want to leave your side, but he could practically feel the throbbing, pounding pain hammering inside your head. And when he returned from the kitchen with an ice pack, some Tylenol, and a glass of water, he took a seat next to you.

“Why would he- he knew he was going into a haunted house. Why would he hit you?” Bucky couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He knew it was possible that the trauma from his Hydra days could make him lash out inside the haunt, so he chose to abstain. Why your assailant hadn’t done the same baffled him. 

“And why would he hit you multiple times?”

You shook your head and instantly regretted it as pain surged through your face. “I mean, they say ‘fight or flight.’ He clearly chose fight.”

“But after the initial hit, the shock and fear would’ve worn off,” Bucky reasoned. “He would’ve been able to recognize that he wasn’t actually in danger. That you were an actor, not a threat.” He sighed, “At least, he should’ve been able to figure that out.”

With a swig of water, you downed the pain relievers and sunk back into the couch cushions. The ice stung against your tender, pulsing wounds and you hissed at the sensation. But as the cold rendered your face completely numb, you recanted your initial, ungrateful thoughts.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he’d been drinking,” you rolled your eyes. It sent pain rocketing through your skull. “One of the guys that pulled him off of me said the guy was slurring his words pretty badly and absolutely reeked of beer.”

“Oh, perfect,” Bucky clenched his hands into tight fists. “Did anything happen to him? Is he gonna face any consequences?”

You offered him a downtrodden half-shrug. “I’m not sure. There were some security guards who escorted him out, but that’s all I know.”

Bucky leaned over and brushed a light kiss to your cheek- the one that hadn’t been marred by stranger’s fist. A razor-sharp feeling of helplessness carved deep into his flesh until it struck bone. He had a duty to you, and felt as though he’d failed. He couldn’t save you. Couldn’t protect you. Couldn’t even take you to the emergency room. 

All he could do at this point was try his best make you feel comfortable. Safe. And above all, he had to take care of you. 

Alarm struck him in the chest as he noticed what appeared to be a fresh drop of scarlet oozing from your brow. He stood from the couch with worry pulsing through his veins. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna go get some supplies to tend to your cut. Okay? You stay here, I’ll be-”

“No, that’s okay, Buck. It’s not that bad,” you shook your head, rejecting his offer; the throbbing inside your skull multiplied.  

“Baby, you’re bleeding…”

“What?” you removed the ice pack from your face and used your free hand to swipe a finger across your brow- only to find a warm, sticky sensation. “Oh, I didn’t even notice. My face is numb,” you brandished the ice pack at him. 

Bucky’s soft laugh filled the room, “I guess that’s a good thing?”

You gave him a careful nod. “Definitely.”

“Sit tight, doll. It’ll only take me a second.”

And he was right. He was only gone a few moments at the most; anything more than that felt unjustifiable. 

“Alright, let me see,” Bucky took a seat on the coffee table and placed his first aid supplies down next to him. As carefully as he could, he took your face in his hands and appraised your wound. He used gentle pressure to hold a piece of clean gauze against the bloody ooze. And though the cut wasn’t severe, it didn’t stop the dread from circling him like a vulture.

“I should’ve stuck around longer,” he lamented. “I should’ve stayed at the festival. Maybe I could’ve helped you somehow. Maybe I could’ve-”

Your hands found his forearms and wrapped gently around his wrists. “No, Buck. I didn’t want you going inside the haunt, regardless. Even if it was only to be my knight in shining armor.”

He stroked along your jaw with his cold, metallic thumb. “You always put me first, don’t you?”

“Of course,” you swept your thumbs over his skin, “I’d never dream of having it any other way.”

If there was one thing Bucky could count on, it was being your first priority. He’d never imagined he’d meet anyone who valued him. Who saw his worth. But you did- you always did. And you placed him proudly on a pedestal as your number one. Nothing came before him; nothing could take his place. He mattered more to you than anything or anyone ever had.

You were the kindest, most understanding person he’d ever met. You saw the good in everyone, even if they couldn’t see it themselves. And knowing that someone hurt you, that you were shown anything other than gentleness, killed him.

“Baby, I’m- I’m so sorry this happened. You didn’t deserve it.”

You poked at the ice pack resting in your lap, “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not ideal. But I’m not dying, or anything.” Your gaze dropped to the floor, “It’s really not a big deal.”

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky waited for your eyes to meet his, but had no luck. “Sweetheart, can you look at me? Please?”

After another long moment, you finally dragged your eyes upward. Bucky instantly clocked the tears gathering along your lash line.

“I know you’re not dying; I know this isn’t life threatening- but it’s still a big deal,” he said. “What happened is not okay. And you don’t have to pretend like it is.”

You rolled your eyes, sending a tear trailing down your cheek. “But you’ve been through a lot worse. I got punched- so what?” You scoffed, “You were abused for close to a hundred years. What happened to me isn’t-”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be upset,” he said. “You don’t have to compare your life to mine, sweetheart. No one should’ve laid a hand on you- tonight or ever.” He searched your face for a long moment, “Okay?”

It took a while for his words to sink in. For you to believe them. Rebuttals formed on your tongue every few seconds, but the concern in Bucky’s eyes banished them.

“Okay.”

A sigh of relief left his chest, and he delivered a long kiss to your forehead. He didn’t want you to diminish the events of the evening all because of him. Didn’t want you constantly using his suffering as a litmus test for your own. He knew you’d never consider your trauma as worthwhile if it always had to stand up to his.

With a fresh piece of gauze, he swiped the tears from your eyes. “Good. I love you.”

This wasn’t what you expected out of life. You were the last of your friends to find something real. To find someone worthwhile. And you assumed you’d missed your window. All of your exes treated you like you barely existed. Like you weren’t worth their time. None of them were ever concerned about your happiness or your well-being. And after dating more assholes than you could count, you resigned yourself to a life without romantic love.

And then Bucky spilled coffee all over your shoes, and you’d never been happier to have stained sneakers.

Bucky used a butterfly bandage to carefully close your cut and fetched you a fresh cup of cider. He took care of you in a way you’d never experienced. In a way you’d never thought possible. And after the night you had, all you wanted was to curl up on the couch with him. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms and forget all about what happened. 

But just as Bucky took his rightful place next to you on the couch, he was gone.

“Buck, where are you-”

“I almost forgot!” he called from down the hall. And just as quickly as he vanished, he reappeared with his hands behind his back. “Those carnival games are really hard- I mean, really fucking hard. And it took me all night, but I won this for you.”

With a quiet “Ta-da!” he revealed his prize and held it out for you. 

“I know he’s kind of ugly,” Bucky laughed, “But-”

“He’s not ugly!” You snatched the prize and held it close to your chest.

It was a little black teddy bear with orange spots- and upon further inspection, the orange spots appeared to be jack-o-lanterns. An orange and black plaid bow sat perched around the bear’s neck, and a tiny witch’s hat rested atop his head.

“Buck, he’s perfect,” you reached for him, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss before he even had the chance to sit. “I love him!”

“I’m so glad, it took me longer to win him than I’d like to admit,” Bucky laughed. “I’m sure Sam will happily tell you all about it.”

Once again, you captured Bucky’s lips with yours. Sure, you were exhausted. And hurting. And sad. But as Bucky’s hand cradled your face, and the prize he’d worked so hard to win for you rested against your chest, the pain of the evening melted away.

“Thank you, Buck.”

He shot you a wink, “Anytime, I-”

 “I mean it,” you abandoned your new teddy bear for only a second and took one of Bucky’s hands in both of yours. It took most of your strength, but you finally got him to take his spot next to you on the couch, “Thank you.”

His arm snaked around you and pulled you tightly into his side. “I’ve always got your back, baby.”

With your new teddy bear resting in your lap, you snuggled as close to Bucky as you possibly could. He brought you a sense of peace, a sense of safety that you’d never experienced before. All he ever wanted to do was take care of you, and you thanked the universe every day for granting you someone so gentle and kind and sweet.

Bucky put on a classic Halloween movie from your childhood, Halloweentown, to help you feel a little more at ease. And it came as no surprise to him that you were asleep less than fifteen minutes in, but he didn’t mind. He simply pulled you into his chest and carefully carried you to bed- along with your new stuffed animal. 

And as he climbed in next to you, he couldn’t have been more grateful for your cautionary words about the haunt. He thought about how different the night could’ve been, how much worse things might’ve gone had he stepped foot inside the dark, scary environment. What if he had a bad reaction and hurt one of your coworkers? What if he hurt you? If he’d been the one to strike you in the dark, you absolutely would’ve required an ambulance and a hospital stay. 

Just thinking about his metal fist connecting with your face made him nauseous. With a shake of his head, he forced the thoughts away. You were okay, you were right there next to him, sleeping soundly with your teddy bear tucked safely in your arms. He eyed you in the light of the moon, and thanked any deity who would listen for keeping him out of the haunt.

Just as he considered allowing his eyes to close, you moved. You loosened your grip on your bear and let him fall to the side as your sleepy hands searched for Bucky. He moved closer to you and watched with a smile as you draped your body over his. A tired, contented sigh fell from your lips, and Bucky thought his heart might melt.

He knew he didn’t deserve you. Knew he’d done so much wrong in his life. But now that you were his, he’d spend every day trying to protect you. Trying to make you happy. 

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. He was already planning to offer you a ring next October- doing so during any other month felt like sacrilege. 

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[mountswhore]

One where you and mason have a 2 year old son already and recently you’ve been extremely tired and mason points out that the only other time he’s seen you this tired is when you were pregnant. You don’t believe him so he makes you take a test and it’s positive! Thanks babe I love your writing so much❤️

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: mason has an inkling you are pregnant again, and not even you had noticed

notes: requests are open!

“Come on mummy,” your son, Sydney zoomed past your legs and almost fell into his father, who was sat on the couch watching the West Ham match, “Uncle Declan is playing.”

Sydney was excited to watch Uncle Declan play, and was adamant on you leaving your gardening for another day. You’d cleaned your hands and sat onto the couch beside Mason with a huff, his hand instinctively grabbing yours to pull you closer to him. You were laid between his legs now, his arms around you, and Sydney sat, completely immersed, by the tv.

“You’ll get square eyes if you sit that close, Syd.” Mason commented, his son barely registering his voice before shuffling back. You were half asleep on Mason, head completely settled on his chest and your eyes fluttering closed, before Mason jolted.

“Hey, what’s gotten you so tired?” He asked, now brushing your hair from your face and smiling down at you, but you just yawned and settled back into his chest. You had your eyes slightly open, watching as your son followed the ball with his eyes, a hopeful smile on his face. Although he’s a Chelsea boy, he loves Uncle Dec.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, turning to look up at him with a small smile on your face, “Syd’s hard work.” The pair of you laugh before your son had quickly turned round after hearing his name, a frown on his face. It was scary how alike him and his dad looked.

The evening of the West Ham game didn’t concern Mason, he just assumed you were tired because of your motherly duties. But it had played on his mind when you were all in the car, on your way to his parents house for the weekend.

“Can you carry my bags out, bubs?” You asked him, Mason agreeing almost immediately with a kiss to your cheek, Syd in his other arm. You’d trudged to the drivers seat, sighing as you strapped yourself in, waiting for Mason to lock up and get in. But he’d walked round to the drivers seat, a stern face and folded arms as he’d seen you sat there.

“I’m driving.” Mason stated, unbuckling your seatbelt for you and assisting you out. “Come on, grandma,” he laughed, pouting at you as you shot him a look, settling into the passenger seat. “Ready, Syd?”

“Yes daddy!” He cheered. You giggled, Mason grabbing your hand and resting it on the gearstick as he drove. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he looked over to find you completely asleep. Giggling to himself at how quick you were out, he squeezed your hand and looked into the rear view mirror.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Syd.”

Even as you spent the weekend with his family, Sydney and Summer playing together, catching up with his family, and going out for a nice meal and walk, you were resting on the couch the moment you’d gotten inside. Mason didn’t even get time to take his shoes off before his mum was pointing at you and giggling.

“That was quick.” His mum laughed, following Mason into the kitchen to make a bottle for Sydney before bed.

Mason hummed, concern evident in his voice as he shook the bottle gently. His mum had taken notice to this, rolling her eyes at her son.

“Give her a break, Sydney is full of energy at this age.”

“I am giving her a break, mum,” Mason sighed, leaning against the counter, “I’m just concerned.”

“Well, I think we both have an inkling as to what it is.”

“Do we?”

“Yes,” his mum laughed, scooping up Sydney as he’d run into the kitchen, and taking the bottle from Mason, “I think you need to talk to her about it.” Mason’s features had reddened, thinking about another baby. You were absolutely hilarious when you were pregnant, more than you were usually, and your cravings were the funniest. You had him, Ben, and Declan running around for you.

Maybe it would nice to have another little baby?

Mason had found you in the living room, scooping you up to carry you up the stairs, waking you in the process. You stirred, your eyes opening to find Mason stripping his coat and hoodie from his body to get into bed. “I need to talk to you.”

Oh, fuck. Was Mason the type to break up with you, the mother of his child, at his parents home? It wasn’t like him, so what was the ominous statement for? He’d pulled you into him, thumb stroking your arms.

“You need to take a test.” Mason mentioned, watching you pull away from him with a grimace on your face.

“Who has given you herpes?” You exclaimed, sitting the furthest away from him. Mason just laughed into his hands, trying to tug you back over to him.

“If it was herpes, it would’ve been you, idiot.” Mason remarked. “I don’t sleep with anyone else.”

“You have COVID?” You shrieked, covering your mouth and nose with your hoodie, but Mason had successfully grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, holding your hips firmly so you didn’t escape. He looked up at you, your features glowing. All the more proof that you are pregnant, he could barely focus as you smiled down at him, looking like a goddess.

“I think you might be pregnant, doll.”

You laughed, the words coming from his mouth were daunting. “I think I’d know that before you, dummy.”

“The only other time I’ve seen you this tired, and glowy, is when I found out we were expecting Syd.” Mason reasoned, his eyebrows raising as he waited for a cocky remark from you. You were stunned, he was right. It could be true.

“I guess I’ll take a test tomorrow, then.”

And here you were. Waiting the dreaded three minutes, and you were cradling yourself outside the bathroom door. Mason, his mum, and sister, were all surrounding you, anxiously waiting for the result.

“Okay, that’s the timer,” Mason’s sister stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, entering the bathroom with you. Mason and his mum following closely behind. You didn’t look, you let his sister look for you, and judging by the squeals and cheers from all three of them, it was positive.

You felt faint. Holding onto Mason, he looked down at you and peppered your face with a million kisses, overjoyed that you were expecting again. Another baby, another weird batch of cravings, another 9 months of throwing up, feeling tired, aching constantly, waking up in the middle of the night to pee. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Because of the smile on Mason’s face when you said you were expecting, the tears that fell when he finally held Sydney for the first time, the closer connection the two of you had throughout each trimester. It was all worth it.

“I knew it,” Mason yelled, holding onto you tightly and jumping around, “I knew you were pregnant.” The last sentence he’d mumbled to you, holding onto your face so tight, smiling down at you as you looked up to him.

[teasty]

hold on tight || b.c (m)

"hi! can you write something about streetracer!chan x f reader where things got heated up 🥺🥺 i really like your works by the way, kiss yourself really is one of my jisung’s fav fic !!" - anon

a/n: holyashjdljzhldsa just the thought of streetracer!chan makes me... omg i don’t even KNOW, i'd actually go crazy... and omg tysm! that means so much to me :,( and you're gonna have to excuse me since there's so many things heated could mean i'm just gonna make it angsty and smutty,, also kinda went off for a fluffy ending because it's bang chan, the christiano bangnaldo, how can i not???

● pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

● genre: a lil bit of fluff at the beginning | angst | smut (mdi!)

● warnings: chan acts like a dick but he really isn't | illegal gambling/street racing | established relationship | angry sex | (of course) car sex | hair pulling | degradation + praise | dom!chan, sub!reader | fighting :( | semi - public sex | profanity | suggestive dialogue | reader slaps chan once :( | unprotected sex (please be safe!) | choking | kind of a quickie???? | super happy ending because i'm sappy like that

● requested? yes!

● words: 8.7k

→ summary:

You’ve never known about your boyfriend’s secret and very illegal job, if you could even call it that.

"Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling."

It’s a cold, rainy night. You’re waiting comfortably on the couch, sitting there wrapped up in one of Chan’s blankets, waiting ever so patiently for his return. He’s not usually out this late, neither did his job usually end this late. Your mind was getting the worst kinds of ideas as you held your phone in your hand, more worry than anger coming over you. You couldn’t be mad at him, really, you were just worried something happened to him, since he wasn’t picking up your calls or even looking at your texts.

It’s around midnight, and you swore you wouldn’t sleep until you watched Chan, in all his glory, walk through the front door of your guys’s shared apartment. You’ve been dating Chan for years, ever since high school. And, now, even after graduating college and finding a stable job and apartment, Chan still tended to keep things from you. It was a bad habit of his, yes, but you couldn’t really be too mad at him for it. Besides, you’ll be able to help him out of that habit. Once he comes back, at least.

To wait, you decided to watch a bit of television to let your mind wander from the thought of something bad happening to Chan. Of course, the subtle thought of him cheating crossed your mind a few times, but Chan’s only ever been the most loyal and dedicated boyfriend, even past his pretty hard shell. He acts pretty tough sometimes, but you know that he’s just a little bit insecure about himself on the inside. Which, to you, is completely normal. Everyone’s at least a little bit insecure. You couldn’t blame him for that.

Getting with Chan was actually very difficult at first. You both had a rocky start before you started dating, since Chan was kind of like the cliche popular bad boy, and you were the snarky book nerd. You both started off arguing and bickering about everything. But, when you both got closer and closer, you began to see a softer, kinder side to him. And, like magic, you two started dating. You don’t really remember how it happened. It might’ve been just Chan saying, “Wanna date me?” or something like that just ‘cause it’s simple. However, getting it past your parents about your relationship with Chan was the most difficult in the world. They did not approve of him whatsoever. Even today, they’re still cautious of him even though Chan’s already proven his loyalty to you and swore to your parents that he’d never lay an aggressive finger on you.

You’re parents didn’t really like him because of his choice of outfits and friends, which was a stupid way to judge somebody in your opinion. So, no matter how many times they tried to break things off or distance you from Chan, you two always found your way back to each other. Though it was fun, all the sneaking out at three in the morning, saying you’re going over to a friends house when you’re really going to go see Chan and all the late night calls in a hushed tone, you’re glad you can finally relax about it and live peacefully with Chan without the need to sneak around.

But, your mind hasn’t been so peaceful these last few hours. There’s still no sign of Chan and no opened messages. You gave up on calling him after the fifth call had gone unanswered, and just decided to wait. Clutching your phone to your chest in case he were to call or text. Your eyes switch between the screen and the front door (which led into the living room).

You nearly jumped out of your blanket when your phone started ringing obnoxiously loud. Your heart beat loudly as you scrambled to look at the caller’s I.D. And, thankfully, it’s Chan. You’ve never answered so quickly.

“Chan?” Your excited voice squeaked out when you brought the phone close to your ear, a bright smile etching over your lips. Just happy that he’s in contact with you.

“Hey, darling,” Chan’s voice was husky and tired, and a little deeper than you remember. He must be exhausted, and you wondered if he had to stay late at work, “I’m so sorry for being out late. I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright… Is everything okay? What were you doing out so late?” You ask carefully, wrapping the blanket tightly around you.

“Work. My boss had me work over time. I would have texted you, but I was pretty busy,” in the distance, you can hear the sound of his car’s engine. He must be driving pretty fast. Chan also has a really nice car he saved up for and worked really hard for. It’s a smaller, good looking and really, really fast car. You could recognize that engine anywhere.

“Oh… I’m sorry about that,” You respond after a moment.

“It’s alright. Nothing to worry too much over,” you can hear Chan’s smile even through the phone, “And, by the way, could you do something for me before I get home?”

“Sure.”

“Could you make me something small to eat? I didn’t have the chance to eat dinner at work. If you could do that, that’d be so great, baby.” Chan says, and you get up off of the couch. Already heading for the kitchen.

“I could make you some jjajangmyeon? We have all the ingredients,” you say, surfing through your pantry.

“That’d be great, (Y/N). Thank you,” Chan sighs through the phone, and you pull out the ingredients.

“Of course. When will you be home?” You ask before he could hang up.

“I’ll be home in the next ten to fifteen minutes, at the least.” He says, and you can hear the engine get a little bit louder behind him, “I have to focus on the road. I’ll be home soon. I love you, baby.”

“Love you, too, Chan.” You respond, and hang up. Now with the satisfaction and the relief of knowing Chan’s coming home, you separate the ingredients out and start cooking (thank god you took that home economics class back in high school. You couldn’t cook for shit before that). Since Jjajangmyeon is a pretty slow cooked dish, you try your best with temperature control to fit it into the timeframe for when Chan gets home, wanting it to be ready for him.

You had your hair tied back as you cooked, occasionally looking up to watch the television, which was still on the random news channel from before. It talked about things you weren’t too interested in, so you only kept it on for background noise.

You were so immersed in cooking, you didn’t even notice the door slamming open and closed and a pair of heavy footsteps walking up to the kitchen. You jumped when Chan’s arms wrapped around your waist, his chin planting itself on your shoulder. He laughs tiredly at your reaction, and you turn to give him a subtle glare, but your smile deceived you.

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry for coming home so late. I promise it wasn’t my intention,” Chan grumbles out, his words low and slightly slurred, mostly because he’s tired.

“It’s alright, don’t apologize,” you chuckle softly as you arrange two portions of the jjajangmyeon into two different bowls. Chan watches silently over your shoulder, “I’m just glad you’re home. You worried me. Please text me next time, before you stay overtime and don’t bother texting me. I worry a lot, you know?”

“I know, (Y/N). I know you worry too much for your own good,” Chan smiles softly, chuckling tiredly, “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”

You smile, flustered, and raise a warm hand to press against Chan’s cheek, turning your head to press a loving kiss to his temple, which is cold, even in the warm kitchen. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want to eat in bed?”

“Not if you’ll make me do the dishes directly afterwards,” Chan lets go of you to take his dish, and you take yours.

You cock a brow at him, “I was going to make you do them anyways. You’re not getting out of it that easily.” You giggle and tap his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on. Take mine, too. I’ll shut everything down.” You hand your bowl to Chan, who takes it quickly as you scurry around, turning off the television. Turning off lights and putting the dishes in the sink.

Once Chan’s changed into more comfortable wear and you’re both comfortable in bed, watching some show on the TV while eating. Time at home was usually like this; relaxing. You’re cuddled up to Chan while he ate slowly. Once you both finished, you placed them on the nightstands for the time being.

Chan was asleep instantly. You were up a bit longer, still a bit run on adrenaline from worrying so much earlier, despite knowing you have to be up early for work. Chan didn’t have to work till the afternoon, but you had to be up early since you’re a librarian at the local public high school. Chan’s an assistant producer and works under a decently big entertainment company. It’s quite the drastic difference, but you being a pretty big book worm yourself, you decided it would be fun to be a librarian (mostly using your literature degree), even if it’s stressful at times. Chan’s work, however, is much more tedious than your own. Where you can usually go at your own pace, he has more strict deadlines and sometimes more difficult work.

So, you let Chan sleep on your stomach. His arms wrapped around you securely as his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of the oversized shirt you were wearing. You were up a bit longer, watching the TV while running your hands through Chan’s soft hair. Enjoying the moment for the time being before you, yourself, drifted off into a deep sleep.

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You were the first one to wake up the next morning, per usual. You woke up to your alarm that Chan thankfully slept through. You got ready as quickly and quietly as you could. Since you work in a pretty professional environment, you wear something modest, but fits well with the fall weather and your fashion style. You wore a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of black slacks under a jacket with your university’s logo on it and a pair of sneakers. They weren’t too big on dress code for the teachers at the school, but the students still had to wear uniforms.

Before you left, you made Chan lunch for the day and yourself a lunch. You even bothered to wake him up briefly to give him a kiss goodbye and that you’ll be back early afternoon, although he’ll probably be at work, then. Chan, although three fourths asleep, gave you a tight hug and a kiss with a slurred ‘Love you’ before plopping back onto the bed and instantly falling back asleep.

Although Chan had quite the expensive car, he wasn’t quite fond of you driving it. You have your own car, and it’s fine. Mostly used to drive to and from work and nothing more, since most other things you were with Chan, so you both usually took his car. It’s not so much a matter of richer and poorer, his car just had more little trinkets and things that are just more convenient. You’re not completely sure what model his car is, all you know is that it’s expensive.

The school isn’t too far. It’s actually a ten minute drive from your apartment. You have to make it there pretty early, so the roads aren’t jam packed like they would be when Chan has to drive to work. So, you have a bit of an advantage there. When you get there, you’re met with the people in the front office, who bow respectfully to you, and you make your way to the library.

You set up at the large, round desk. You especially like being a librarian, because it’s quiet. You don’t think you’d do too well as a teacher, so you settled for a librarian since it was a good and easy way to use your literature degree and put it to good use, other than the fact you’re writing a novel, but that’s a whole other story (hehet).

It’s about half an hour before some students pile in, bidding you good morning and sitting down at the tables to study for whatever assignment or test they have, or to finish homework. Some of them go around to look at books, but most just sit by their lonesome and work on whatever while blasting profane music into their poor ears.

You were busying yourself going through overdue books, and emailing parents about student’s overdue books. You were immersed in your work, so you were somewhat shocked when someone tapped your shoulder. When you turned, you were met with the smiling face of your coworker. A middle aged, pretty woman named Jung Migyeong, who gave you the permission to call her ‘unnie’. She’s considerably your work - best friend. She’s the only person who really delved into conversation with you, unlike most of the other teachers who only talked to you about whatever book they’re class reading or for book suggestions (and you just choose the first book in the library that comes to mind).

“Oh, you scared me!” You giggle in a hushed tone, and Eunmi smiled brightly, her motherly aura giving you a sense of calmness.

“Sorry, sorry!” Eunmi sits on your desk, more leaning against it. Eunmi is really a pretty lady. Her hair is cut short to her shoulders, and she never wears makeup. Her natural tone is without blemishes or acne. She always wears pretty dresses to work, and she always carries around her purse for some odd reason. “I wanted to catch up with you. I didn’t realize you were so immersed in your work. I should’ve known, you’re more responsible than half the teachers here.”

“I try, I really do,” You respond, leaning back in the chair and smiling up at her, “Do you have a free period for the first hour?”

Eunmi nods, “Yes, I do. They switched it up just ‘cause of something wrong in the student's schedules. But, that’s past the point. How have things been going? In the home life?”

You shrug a shoulder, your smile dropping, “It’s… going. My boyfriend didn’t come home until, like, twelve - thirty last night. He said he had to stay late for work, but I don’t get it, Eunmi. He wouldn’t answer my calls or texts, and I don’t think his job prevents him from at least opening a text until he gets off, you know?”

“You said he’s a producer, right?” Eunmi asks, her head tilting down to look at you more clearly. You nod, “Well, he might’ve been busy with the idol. It’s pretty difficult work, I’m surprised he’s been able to keep up with it well.”

“Well, he came home hungry and tired,” you sigh again, “Which is weird because if he stays late he usually grabs something from the kitchen at the company building or fast food and eats it before he comes home. But, he was hungry… not super hungry, but I made him jjajangmyeon.”

"Jajangmyeon?" Eunmi’s head tilts, and one brow lifts and she scoffs, “That’s like a fifty minute dinner.”

“Not if you toy around with the temperatures, no,” you smile, and Eunmi shrugs a shoulder, “Eh, I was the one who suggested it to him. It’s one of his favorites, and he sounded exhausted and overworked so I though, you know, might as well. But, after eating, he was out like a light. You wouldn’t think that producing would make someone so tired.”

“You never know,” Eunmi reassures, “You seem to be really worried about this. You don’t think he’s cheating, do you?”

You quickly shake your head, “No, no! I know him, and I know that he would never do that to me. I think he’s just trying to hide something from me. I’m not mad at him, I just don’t want him to keep anything from me.”

“You’re not mad… yet!” Eunmi corrects, and your lips purse, “If he’s really hiding something from you, it must be pretty big. I would personally be surprised if you were able to keep your temper if you found out whatever it is he’s hiding. Cheating or not.”

You’ve never really been one to get extremely mad or even start arguments. As said before, you and Chan did have petty arguments back in high school, but since then, you’ve both matured. Chan always shut down a fight if you were getting too agitated, and you were usually never the first one to start up an argument, since your patience isn’t as thin as before. You will admit, though, you’d be decently upset if you found out Chan really was hiding something from you. You trust him so much, you thought there should’ve been nothing to hide.

“I suppose you’re right,” you lean your head against your hand, resting your elbow on the desk, “If there’s a good chance, I’ll talk to him about it tonight. If I want things to really work out with him, then there has to be complete trust and honesty with each other.”

“That’s the spirit,” Eunmi proudly says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with him, unnie,” you admit shamelessly, and Eunmi smiles wistfully, “I want to grow old with him. But I don’t want to live waking up every day at four in the morning and coming home to no one for hours on end. And, sometimes he won't come till midnight or morning.”

“Well, my husband and I used to have a lot of secrets, too. That we kept from each other,” Eunmi admits, reassuring you that you’re not the only one going through something like this, “The only way we were able to sort things through was by sitting down and talking to each other. Just telling all of our secrets to each other, even if they’re embarrassing or stupid. Just knowing the fact that we can trust each other with everything gives us that reassurance that we’re meant to be. Honesty is everything.”

You look down, thinking about the advice Eunmi had just given you, and you swallow down the growing lump of frustration in your throat, “Thank you for the advice, unnie. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course. I’m always free to talk, and you have my number if anything happens,” Eunmi smiles fondly, “And my doors are always open to you. I’ve spoken to my husband about you and he said that he’s always willing to keep our doors open. Just in case anything happens. You can’t be too careful, right?”

“Right,” you smile, flustered by Eunmi’s kindness, “Thank you so much. I’m… you’re right. If the worst of the worst happens and I’m booted out of my own apartment, then I’m at least glad to know that there’s some place I can go to that’s not three cities over.”

Eunmi laughs softly, and you laugh along with her, “I’m glad. Anyways, it’s about that time. I’m going to start heading back to my classroom. Let Chan know that I said hello, and that I wish you both well. Good luck, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, unnie. I’ll call you later,” you wave briefly as Eunmi makes her way out of the library, students bowing briefly to her as she passes.

You’re glad to have a friend like Eunmi. You’re lucky to have someone open their doors to you. Sometimes, you wonder if Eunmi views you as a younger sister, since she constantly rambles on and on about how she loves being called unnie or noona by her younger coworkers, even if she’s among the younger teachers. She’s like the sister you’ve never had. Sure, things had to be professional, but you’d like to spend more time with her out of the workplace. That would be fun.

The rest of the day is pretty slow. You had a few classes come in to pick up literature books, math books and to check out some books, but that was really it. You didn’t see Eunmi again, and left a few hours after the school closed. There was a bit of traffic on the way home, but it was mostly cleared up.

When you got home, you weren’t surprised to be met with an empty house. No sign of Chan, except the lunch you made him was gone, meaning he took it with him, thankfully, and he left a cute little note on a sticky note saying his thanks to you for making it for him. Which he usually did for you (you never bothered to throw them away. You actually kept them all in a little cigar box for safekeeping. Why? You didn’t know. You just felt like it.)

Like every day when you come home, you change into a pair of more comfortable clothing, which was just one of Chan’s hoodies you took out of his side of the closet, and a pair of ripped jeans. Since Chan didn’t do the dishes before he left, like you thought he would, you decided to do them to pass the time. In doing so, you turned on the TV for some background noise as you rolled up your sleeves to start scrubbing the dishes.

However, your attention was soon caught by the TV when the regular news anchor started talking about crime. At first, it was just about a robbery that took place in uptown, and that didn’t really suit your interest. What did catch your attention, enough to turn off the faucet and ignore the dishes to watch the TV, was when an all - too familiar black car with tinted windows and no license plate appeared on the screen, and there was a red car, too, but you didn’t recognize that one.

You turned up the volume, “Today, police are trying to look for these cars with no license plates caught on camera last night. They were suspected to be illegally street racing and gambling last night at around eleven o’ clock at night before being caught on security footage of a hotel nearby. If you can identify these cars, please contact the police immediately. One has been identified as a black Ferrari SF90 Stradale. The other has yet to be identified. If you see anything suspicious on the streets, please contact authorities. Here’s a clearer picture of both cars.”

And, that’s when it sparked you. One of the pictures of the black Ferrari was of the front. Despite the tinted window, you could clearly see a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the mirror and a familiar hand gripping the wheel tightly. How could you recognize it? Despite the low quality, you can see a familiar ring on the middle finger. A celtic design Chan loved so much.

“Oh… my fucking god,” your mouth drops open as realization hits, and you immediately dash to the bedroom to yank open Chan’s dresser drawer, one left vacant for paperwork to “keep things safe”, and you pull out his insurance for his car. And, there it is, in plain sight. Ferrari SF90 Stradale. Color; black. Windows; tinted. At first, shock pools through you. Doubt climbing up. There’s no way Chan’s a criminal. There’s no way that he’s the one in the Ferrari. It has to be someone else.

But, there was only one way to find out. You had to be sure it was him.

So, you grabbed your purse and your keys and threw on a pair of slip - on vans. The sun was already setting, and you nearly forgot to lock up before running to your car. Barely unlocking it before you throw yourself into it, not even bothering to buckle your seatbelt before driving off to god knows where. Your gut leading you, immediately driving towards the area shown on the news. You pull out your phone, trusting the wheel in one hand as you pull up Chan’s profile and call him, pressing the phone to your ear.

The ringing carries on and on until the familiar voice of Chan speaks up, telling you that he’s not available and to leave a message after the beep.

“Oh, fuck off!” You scream at your phone before trying to call him again. Again and again it led to voicemail. Voicemail after voicemail. You couldn’t text him, not with you driving.

After the tenth call, you let out a frustrated yell, hitting your wheel with your palm and trying your best not to cry. You might be overreacting, since there’s a large chance that it isn’t Chan. But, for some reason, you believed it. You believed, at least somewhat, that it was Chan’s car. That it was Chan in the car. You didn’t want to believe it, but you did.

And your questions coursing through your mind were soon answered when you pulled up to the spot from the news, it now twilight, the sun just being set over the city’s horizon. You pulled onto an empty freeway, and parked in an alley between two buildings. There’s a group of people and a ton of expensive cars around the freeway. There were people crowded around a table. Some girls sat on top of cars, talking and laughing to each other while wearing vulgar and revealing clothes. Your brows furrow, deciding to stay low for a while. You turn off the engine to your car and watch carefully, gripping your phone in your hand. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, popping beer bottles, laughing and talking amongst themselves.

But, it’s when the sound of a loud engine came into earshot, and everyone, including you, turned to see the source of the sound. The moment the crowd of people see who it is, they start to cheer loudly. Throwing up their hands. However, your mouth falls open once more as the black Ferrari SF90 Stradale with tinted windows and a black ice Little Tree air freshener hanging from the rear - view mirror. It pulls up to the crowd, and they all part to make way for it.

Instead of shock or sadness, anger and rage begins to boil inside of you, and you grip your steering wheel tightly as you watch Chan, Christopher Bang, step out of the car. People pat his shoulder, and he smiles widely at them. Giving a few people hugs and even smiling to some of the women, who tried to steal a hug from him, too. He’s wearing clothes you don’t ever remember seeing. He wears a black leather jacket over a white button up and black skinny jeans. You’d be impressed by how good he looks if you weren’t so upset.

You didn’t even have to look at your phone as you pulled up Chan’s profile and called him, pressing the phone roughly to your ear.

“Pick up… Pick the fuck up,” you grumble under your breath as you watch Chan. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and looks at it briefly.

Not even hesitating to hang up.

As you heard the familiar sound of Chan’s sweet voice telling you he’s not available at the moment and to leave a message after the beep, you finally have enough courage to get out of your car. Slamming the door shut and making your way out of the alley. They’re not too far, but it's a long enough walk for you to catch the eye of some people. You don’t even pause to rethink your decisions when a girl taps the chest of one of the guys, who glares at you with a raised brow.

The man that glared at you stepped away from the crowd, and you could barely see Chan over the people. He walks over to you, and you stop when the man is right in front of you, peering down you. The smell of cheap beer oozing off of him.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Chan’s girlfriend, now get the fuck out of my way,” you try to push past him, but he grabs you by the arm. Tightly, too. Probably tight enough to leave a bruise after a while. “Hey! Let go of me.”

“No can do, princess,” the man says, smirking mercilessly down at you, his grip not loosening one bit, “Whether or not you’re Chan’s bitch doesn’t matter to me. It’s either you leave or I take you home and we have a good time. Well, I will, at least.” So, you tried to yank your arm from his, trying your best not to use your free hand to punch him in the face.

“Where’s Chan? Bring him to me.” You demand, and the man scoffs, chuckling.

“Fine, have it your way,” the man turns his head towards the crowd, a few people watch, and he says, “Grab Chan. This chick says she’s his girlfriend.” A few of them laugh at him, thinking it’s a joke. But, you stand your ground, glaring through the crowd. One of the people that laughed pushed through a few people. It takes a minute, and there’s a tense silence between you and the man as you try to pry his hand off.

But, as you suspected, a smiling Chan pushes through, but his smile instantly drops when he sees you.

“Hey, Chan. This chick’s babbling on about being your girl. Should I kick-”

“Get your hands off her right now before I shoot you in the face.” Chan interrupts, anger lacing his dark, deep voice. The man holding your arm instantly lets go and steps away, his hands rising in defense. Mumbling something about just ‘trying to keep things safe’. Once the man is away, Chan walks up to you, now being the one tightly gripping your arms. Leaning down so his face is close to yours.

“Why are you here, (Y/N)? Why the hell are you here?” He asks harshly, his voice full of surprise and desperation. He even shakes you slightly.

“You seriously thought I wouldn’t find out?” You snap, ignoring his question all together, “You thought I was dumb enough to let this go under? Well, I’ve been dumb for too long, Christopher. I’m not going to be like that anymore.” You know he’s not too big a fan of being called by his real name, but you do it anyway.

“Go home (Y/N). I’ll explain everything to you afterwards.” Chan says, placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you away.

“No!” You yell, pushing his arms off you, “I am not going home, Chan! I am staying with you. I need to know what the hell all of this is. Right. Now.” You demand, and Chan shakes his head.

“No. You’re going home, (Y/N),” Chan tries to push you away again, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly and trying to turn you from the curious crowd. However, you weren’t going to be let off so easily. You swiftly turned around, letting your flying hand come in contact with Chan’s cheek. Smacking him. You made sure not to backhand him, knowing how much that could hurt. Besides, you don’t want to hurt him too much, you just want to get your point across, and he wasn’t listening to your words. He lets go of you again, his head flinging to the side because of the impact.

“I said no. I’m staying here,” You repeat yourself, and Chan’s eyes no longer lace with aggression, but worry. He doesn’t seem upset that you hit him. In fact, he seems to gloss over it. “I need to know what’s going on-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence until Chan grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the crowd. They part to make way for him, and you aren’t able to muster out a sentence before Chan unlocked his car and shoves you forcefully into the passenger seat.

“Chan, what -”

“Shut up, buckle up and hold on tight ‘cause it’s gonna be one hell of a night for us, darling,” Chan snaps, and your lips clamp close at his harsh words. You didn’t expect that out of him. You could nearly cry right there. Chan backs away and slams the door shut, and you quickly scramble to put the seatbelt on as Chan yells something at the crowd, and they erupt in cheers. A few people scramble to get into different cars, and the rest stay back, keeping their distance. However, Chan didn’t seem too pleased as he walked around the car and into the passenger’s seat, locking the doors.

“Chan…”

“Quiet,” Chan snaps, revving the engine of the car. You can faintly hear the cheer of the onlookers behind as Chan pulls alongside the other three cars. A young woman wearing small shorts and an exposed shirt too small for fall walks ahead, and pulls a red cloth out of her back pocket. Her red lips smile bright as she lifts her red cloth. She holds up one finger, and Chan’s engine growls from behind, the car shaking along with it. Your hands go to grip the first thing, which is the cup holder in the center console and the door. Bracing yourself for what’s about to happen.

“Chan!”

“I said quiet!” Chan yells, sparing you a glance and your brows creased with worry as the woman holds up a second finger, and Chan’s hand grips the wheel as the other rests over the buttons.

She doesn’t hold up a third finger. Instead, she throws down the red cloth, and the moment she does so, Chan is off on the road. His foot slammed against the gas as he pushed his back against the seat and used one hand to effortlessly steer. You feel so impossibly scared in the car. A small part of you was debating whether or not you should have gone home, but you knew that it was the right decision to stay. To truly understand what’s been going on and what this is all about.

You try your best not to scream as the loud engine nearly bursts your eardrums.

“Chan… Chan, stop the car!” You scream, the need to vomit creeping up, even though you try to gulp it down.

“I can’t, (Y/N). I really can’t right now.” He says loudly over the engine.

“Please, Chan, just stop the car…!” You yell out again, and Chan finally glances at you, seeing your distressed look before his head snaps ahead again.

His hand swiftly reaches over to grip your thigh, as if trying to prove that you’re secure, “Calm down, (Y/N). You’ll be fine. We’re fine. I’m not stopping the car. Sorry, but I just can’t.”

“I should hate you for this, Chan!” You say, and you can see the way his knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel. “But I can’t… I just… Goddamn it, why!?”

“I can’t tell you that right now!” He yells back, looking over briefly before making a sharp turn, making you clutch onto the seat belt for protection, his hand now back over the buttons, “You just need to sit there until this is over, got it? I don’t care how scared you are, you’re gonna get through it like the strong woman you are, (Y/N), and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You look over to Chan, and his lips are downturned, his brows furrowed and his eyes glossed over, as if he could cry right there.

“But why didn’t you just tell me?! We wouldn’t be like this right now if you just told me, Chan, and that’s the truth.” You yell over the engine, and Chan bitterly and breathily chuckles, shaking his head as an angry smile casts over his lips.

“You wouldn’t have stayed with me if I told you, (Y/N), you know that.” His voice is a little softer. If any softer, you wouldn’t have heard him. “You would’ve left me.”

Your mouth falls open, and you shake your head, “Never… Never! Never, ever, accuse me of that. I would never leave you even if you killed a man, Chan, and that’s the truth!” He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even look at you as he turns another sharp corner, and you can see the other cars following behind, closing in. He sees it, too, and he presses some buttons you didn’t bother reading and slams his foot on the gas again. You let out a deep breath, still clutching the seat belt, “I just want to know why, Chan. Why are you resulting to this even though you have a stable job at the entertainment company, I-... I just want you to be honest with me.”

“I’ll tell you later, (Y/N). Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut. I need to focus or we’ll fucking crash, you got it!” He yells, and you flinch at his harsh tone. Finally keeping quiet.

The race seems like it lasts forever, when it was probably only five minutes. With sharp twists and turns and screeching of the engine in wheels, it feels like torture. You hate this, but there’s no backing out yet.

Chan doesn’t utter a word. Only cursing at the other cars when they do something that they weren’t supposed to do, or somehow start catching up to him. You let a few tears slip as you watch his hands and Chan as he focuses solely on the road. The lump in your throat is growing bigger and bigger, and swallowing it down seems to get more and more difficult.

But, it’s over at some point. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and Chan finally slowed down after reaching a pathetic excuse of a finish line. Your trembling hands grip the hem of the hoodie you were wearing as Chan comes to a steady stop. People come cheering as the other three cars pull up behind, being careful not to bump into anyone from the crowd. You breath heavily, and look over to Chan, who rolls down his window, plastering a triumphant smile on his lips.

“I don’t even get why I race against you, mate. You always win. Just take the money and get outta here,” says one of the racers playfully, tossing Chan a briefcase through the window.

“Thanks man. Good race,” Chan says, “Now, I have business to attend to. If you’ll excuse me.”

He rolls up the window, and the man who handed Chan the briefcase smacks the window playfully as Chan rushes off, his smile instantly vanishing as he goes through backgrounds to try and get to a main road without drawing too much attention. Chan’s smile drops, and he hands you the briefcase.

“You want to know so badly? Open it and be careful. It’ll be hell to clean up if you drop it,” Chan grumbles, looking over as you look to him for reassurance. He only gives you a cocked brow as you look back to the case in your lap before unlocking it and opening it. Your jaw falls as you look at the thousands of bills stacked on top of each other, rubber bands holding equal stacks together, and you gawk at just how much money Chan won from one race.

After a minute of you staring at the money, Chan slams the case closed in your lap, locking it with one hand and tossing it in the backseat making you jump at how hasty he is.

You both sit there, Chan driving to god knows where in tense silence. You're holding your head in your hands as Chan shifted his gaze between you and the road.

It’s about fifteen minutes until you look up, surprised that he’s still driving and nowhere near home. It’s an emptier city, but Chan seems to know the area well.

“Chan, where are we?” You ask, but Chan gives no answer. Only driving a bit further before pulling into an alley between two old buildings. “Chan, I said -”

You were quickly by Chan yanking off his seatbelt and leaning over the center console to firmly grab your face and pull you into a rough kiss. It isn’t too rushed, but it’s not at all gentle. You’re caught by surprise at first, but couldn’t help melting into it. It’s almost instinct at this point to kiss him back, but you push him away after a moment. “What… What the fuck are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” Chan answers briefly before grabbing locks of your hair at the back of your head and pulling you into another kiss, his other hand creeping down to unbuckle your seatbelt, and you let it slam against the car as it flies off you.

“No, Chan… We need to talk,” You grumble out as you try to pull away, and he presses wet, sloppy kisses to the side of your mouth. His eyes are fluttered shut, and your’s are half lidded. You will admit, you love this. The kisses and how unnaturally aggressive Chan is being. But, you knew that you have to talk things out, or you’d never get to figure out how the hell things turned out like this, “Chan, I’m serious right now.”

“Then relax, baby,” Chan breathily whispers out, and your thighs squeeze together, “Let me make things up to you, okay? I’ll fuck you so good, baby.” He pulls away for a moment, and he stares at you with a teasing smirk, “Think of it as my apology, alright?”

“Chan, I’m… I’m - ah! Chan!” You gasp when Chan’s lips come in contact with the side of your neck. Your neck is already tilting to give him more room, despite trying pathetically to push him away. There’s no getting through to him anymore. You’ve passed the point of no return, and there’s not much you could get past him without slapping him again. And that didn’t seem like a very good idea to you. Your hand flies up to grip the back of his neck, the other loosely clutching the hem of his button up.

“You know that… ah… that we are going to talk about this at some point…” you groan out, and Chan only groans against your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. “You can’t get out of it like this…”

“Shut it, (Y/N),” Chan snaps, and your head falls back. Chan leans his seat back, aggressively grabbing you by the thighs to pull you over and sit on top of him. Straddling his waist despite it being such a tight environment. He pulls you down by the hoodie, into another kiss. You could feel how frustrated Chan is by the way he grips you tightly, as if you’re going to magically vanish, and by how he talks to you.

It’s rushed, too. Chan is impossibly quick to pull up your hoodie, his hot, sweaty hands creeping up your warm back, caressing it with a different, quick sense of gentleness. His lips connect with yours once again. His tongue already pressing against your lips. The quick, sloppy kiss all too lust filled. The erotic sounds coming from the both of you almost making you gloss over the fact that you should still be very mad at Chan. But, you just can’t find the need to pull away from him. You need to let off the steam, too.

You flush your body firm against him, one hand on his chest and the other by his head, holding onto the head of the seat for support. Breathing as slowly as you can through your nose to savor the air Chan so selfishly takes from you from the heated kiss. Your thoughts begin to vanish and your worry and concern for Chan’s life choices begin to falter for the time being. So immersed in the heated kiss to forget about it entirely. All your focus is now on Chan. You can tell how stressed he is, and the loving part of you wants to help him let off that steam. But, now, you’re in the same boat. So, he’s going to have to do so much for you as you’ve been doing for him.

Chan’s hands don’t bother to hesitate before they loop underneath your jeans, not caring to unbutton them as he tries his best to pull them off by himself. Because of how restricted you both are because of the size of the car, you had to do it yourself. You parted from the kiss and pressed your head against his shoulder to unbutton your jeans and pull them down as quickly as you could before throwing them in the back (along with your shoes and socks. You can already see how hard Chan’s gotten as his rough hands massage and knead your ass, only covered by the thin, black cloth keeping you at least somewhat covered. But, if this was like any other time, they’d be gone quicker than you’d imagine.

Your hands fly up again once your pants are thrown to the back, resting on either side of Chan’s head as he grips your hips, grinding your womanhood against his clothed hardon (you’re also clothed, but it’s so wet from your juices that it basically attaches itself to your skin). His head throws itself back, his eyes closing and a pleasure filled smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You press yourself against him, now propped up to be looming over him, sitting on him.

When you do press against him, his head snaps forward again, and his dark eyes glare up at you, “Don’t start getting proud, (Y/N). I’m gonna fucking break you.” His hand crawls up to grip your face in his hand. One of your hands weakly comes up to grip his wrist. His hand moving down to grip your throat, and your lips part blissfully as his fingers press into the sides of your neck, still allowing airflow through you. “Oh, fuck. You like being choked, huh? You like being choked like a slut don’t you?” You don’t answer, too nervous to and too caught up in the pleasure to actually let something other than a moan escape your lips.

“Talk to me, (Y/N). Use your fucking words,” Chan growls, and you swallow. The lump in your throat pressing painfully, yet blissfully against Chan’s hand.

“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me…” You utter out his name, and Chan’s brow raises. But, he smirks nonetheless and lets go of your neck, and you let out a breath as he undoes his jeans and pulls them down to his feet. His hand palming his clothed cock briefly before pulling it out. His hard dick already leaking with precum.

“Condom…” You mutter, and Chan shakes his head. You look up to him with worry.

“Trust me, baby,” he mutters, and you sigh, leaning against him, pressing your body against his as Chan moves your panties out of the way before he aligns your throbbing cunt with his dick, and slowly pushing himself into you, raw. As his raw cock slowly becomes engulfed by your heat, Chan lets out low groans. Your face nuzzles into the side of his neck as Chan slowly guides you down until you’re sitting on his cock.

At first, he stays there like that. Not moving. You suspect it’s because the sane part of him wants you to get used to the feeling of his cock so deep in you without a condom, but Chan seems to keep you there for a few moments just for the sake of how good it feels without a condom. The way his head is leaned back, his lips slightly ajar and his eyes fluttered shut.

But, it doesn’t last long before Chan’s strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you up and starts ramming into you. His hips move so quickly, yet so efficiently as he burns your wet walls. You erupt in a series of loud moans, mixtures of Chan’s name and curses spilling out, too. Chan groans sometimes, right next to your ear. The sound of skin slapping against the fabric of Chan’s boxers echoing through the air tight car.

Your pussy burns from how fast Chan thrusts into you, keeping you at a steady position so he could have an easier time ramming himself into you without the difficulty of it being such a confined and restrictive place in the car (especially in the driver’s seat). The burn is so good for you, though. It’s such a numbing, euphoric feeling that you’ll crave later. A type of burn you could never provide yourself, only Chan.

Chan’s hands go from gripping your body to sliding up your side to gripping your hair and yanking your head back so he could look at you. A judgemental, sexy smirk adorning his lips as he sees how fucked out you are. Your mouth open as you moan, and your half lidded eyes occasionally closing from the bliss.

“Fucking hell… you’re so good for me, (Y/N). You take my cock so fucking well, don’t you?” You let out a choked moan as Chan’s hand grips harder on your hair, craning your neck. “Mmm… Baby girl can’t even talk to me… I know I said to shut it…” he laughs darkly through his moans, and your moans get louder when Chan lets go of your hair, letting your face fall back onto his shoulder as his hands grip your ass. Kneading them as he fucks himself into you. You clench helplessly around his cock.

“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You wanna cum around my cock, baby girl?” You nod frantically, your climax climbing up as you push your body back to meet with Chan’s aggressive thrusts. Your overstimulated cunt only being destroyed by Chan’s cock as he thrusts harder into you, his hips staggering slightly as you clench around him. “Mmm! - Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Chan growls out as his hand grips your face again, forcing your head up as your eyes roll into the back of your head, a loud string of moans escaping your lips as you cum all over Chan’s cock, and he pulls out just quick enough to spurt out a string of cum along your ass.

He lets go of your face, and you breath heavily as you rest your head on Chan’s chest, closing your eyes to catch your breath. A burning sensation still resting in your core as you relax, your womanhood’s muscles contracting every now and then from the orgasm.

Chan cleans you both up with a napkin he had in the center console and helped you put your jeans back on (deciding to toss your soiled panties) and he slipped his jeans back on silently. It’s not until you’re sitting on his lap, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat when he speaks.

“You know I love you so much, right?” Chan mumbles out, and you look up to him. “I was so mean to you today… when you must’ve been so confused.” His head falls back, and he looks out the window with a longing look in his eyes, “I’m the worst boyfriend in the world, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not. Don’t even think things like that. Yes, I am still a bit upset, but you know what? We’re going to get past this because I love you, too, Channie.” You stare at him with an adoring expression adorning your sparkling eyes (trying to ignore the burning in your core).

“You… You want to know the real reason I’m a street racer, (Y/N)? Why the fuck I'm doing this?” Chan asks softly, his hand stroking your hair.

“If you could… I’ve been asking all day,” you chuckle softly, and Chan smiles bitterly.

“Well… I… I’m doing this all for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“No job will pay for the things I want to give you, (Y/N).” He turns over, reaching into the center console to pull out a black box, and your eyes widen as he opens it. You can’t see it, but you can barely see the sparkle of a something reflective. “I… I couldn’t pay for this myself. I knew I couldn’t. I hate how this is how I’m asking you… but, (Y/N), will you-”

“Oh my god, yes!”

[echo-of-sounds]

smut alphabet - fatgum

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Taishiro enjoys a nice, warm bubble bath to unwind and clean up. As you relax, preferably with you resting against his stomach, he’ll run soap all over your sweaty skin then gently massage your lower back. When you’re bent over the bed, your back takes a lot of the stress with him pounding you from behind.

Following your bath, he’ll take as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re lounging on the couch or laying in bed. He just wants to enjoy you. Feeling your body safe in his arms puts him at ease. And he’s super warm, so he’s the best to cuddle with during chilly nights.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Oh, he adores your tummy. All of it. Any surface, from your collar bones to your hips, he’ll kiss and lick and tickle and worship. Anything you consider a flaw or ugly, he commends. It’s not an exaggeration. You’re an icon. He’d kneel before you, honoring each stretch mark, revering every scar, bumps, or ‘defect,’ whispering into your skin as he kisses the whole of your stomach. If you’re ticklish, be prepared for him to blow raspberries.

On himself, he’s fond of his hands and smile. His smile attracts people. It’s big, friendly, and bright. His hands, though often used for maiming, are delicate and graceful whenever they glide over you. They’re strong, broad, heavy, and thick. Those apply to his fingers as well.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s flavorful, to say the least: rather bitter with salty undertones. Most of the time, he uses condoms as he enjoys cumming inside you, but he also doesn’t want to risk pregnancy when you’re not planning for it. 

It’s thick, and he loves watching it ooze out of you. Once his orgasm builds, he withdraws so only his head remains inside and pumps himself, cumming near your entrance. He’ll stroke your lower tummy, whispering how beautiful you are, singing praise after praise when you push his cum out. He’ll probably lick it up too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have a dirty secret. He’s quite open about what he likes and wants, and what he’s done. Regardless, he fantasizes watching you play and suck on a lollipop, occasionally using it to pleasure yourself, then lick your wetness off of it. But he knows that isn’t healthy. Food, as good as it is to eat, shouldn’t be going inside.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Tai may not be a Casanova, he knows how to pleasure someone. Oral is where his confidence lies. He can easily move your body around, sucking soft skin, dragging his tongue over wherever you need. He also has enough experience to know how much he needs to prepare you for penetrative sex. Making sure you’re stretched, lubricated, and ready is one thing he does without fail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He isn’t picky. If he’s having fun and you’re having fun, it’s a splendid position. In doggy-style positions, he fancies the view of your hips wriggling and ass bouncing. And in missionary/right angle positions, your moaning face is a delight to see. Your legs will be held against his stomach as he’s thrusting into you, watching your breasts and mouth. He’ll occasionally open them to fondle more of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Despite his normal, feel-good, cheerful mood, he becomes a bit serious once in the moment. That doesn’t mean he won’t laugh, joke, or smile. Because he absolutely does! But his general feel is more acute, focusing on your body, praising your mouth and skill to hell and back.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

There’s a tuft of hair down there with a little trail leading up to his belly button. It’s a sandy blond that darkens to dirty blond around his base. He doesn’t shave: it makes him feel weirdly naked. He may trim after a while, but he typically keeps it at a manageable semi-long.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You won’t have to ask for flowers, a candlelit dinner, and soft music. One random day, you’ll open the door to all of that and more, and your smiling boyfriend holding a present. It’s a cute, new teddy he wants you to wear. After dinner, he whisks you away to the bedroom, continuing the romance for the rest of the night.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It happens more than Tai cares to admit. A Hero’s job isn’t easy. Masturbating works excess stress off. And he gets more adrenaline boners than others. He doesn’t know why. He’s been that way since he was a teenager. In the wake of a fight, he hurries home, jumps in the shower, and relieves himself. It’s over pretty quickly. However, if you’re home, he’s very willing to receive a blowjob. You know… if you want.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s very vocal. Not in the constantly moaning way. He just talks a lot, worshiping and praising your body and everything you do. It’s natural to him. He only wants you to know how good you are at sucking him and how beautiful you look gasping at the sheets and how stunning your slightly teary eyes are each and every thrust.

Going off that, it may not be a kink per se, but it arouses him seeing your eyes water. It’s not sadistic. He’d hate to bring you genuine pain. It’s about seeing you so horny, captivated, passionate, and immersed in all the pleasure to the point you can’t contain it, so it comes out as tears, floods his heart in love and warmth. He’ll do anything to see you like that every time. 

Some softer kinks are anal and toys. He enjoys exploring your body and finding fresh ways to have fun. Anal isn’t one he partakes in a lot because of his size. It’d take much more preparation, and he worries about hurting you. 

Being a Daddy is another thing he enjoys. It’s not his primary interest, and he can certainly live without it. He just likes being a protector, a comforter, keeping you safe from the world as you cuddle on the couch. He’s open to having rules, punishments, and willing to explore the overall lifestyle.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Not only is Taishiro incredibly tall, but he’s also strong and heavy. He’s broken more than his fair share of furniture. And yes, some of that was because he was screwing his partner over a table, putting his entire weight behind each thrust. Considering this issue, he tends to stick to the bed, couch, and sometimes the bathtub (really just any place that he won’t break).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re licking a popsicle, slurping the drippings, he’s interested. When you’re sucking on a lollipop, twirling your tongue around it, he’s very interested. He simply approves of you using your mouth in domestic-yet-arousing ways.

Overall, it doesn’t take much to work him up. You can just ask for sex, and he’s down. Lingerie is cute, especially if it’s a simple matching bra and panty set with some frills. It’s basic yet endearing. It also lets him appreciate your tummy. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s open to trying most things once. He wants to experience something before deciding his stance on it. 

Sex in public is the main one. He’s a Pro Hero. Public indecency would ruin his career. And he’s a huge guy. He can’t exactly hide. So even if he wanted to, it’d be incredibly hard to fondle each other while in public.

He won’t ever put your or his health in danger. The extreme side of BDSM (blood, CBT [not the therapy], and whips) and any sort of bodily fluid/waste are off-limits. Those hold no interest to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tai eats… everything. You’re no exception to his hunger. He’s a firm believer in going down on his partner. His tongue, like his fingers, is broad, thick, and heavy. Because of his size, he’s become quite proficient at giving oral to prepare others.

He starts with feather-light kisses along your thighs, getting you excited before even touching you. When you’re shaking to his liking, he removes your underwear to continue his kisses, gradually increasing in pressure. His first licks are around where you want them. Only when you’re moaning from that does he finally lick along you, pushing his tongue inside, sucking your clit in between his lips. He likes you orgasming at least once before he fingers you.

To treat him, oral cock warming is the best option. While he’s watching Tv, just plop down between his legs and keep him in your mouth, sipping on all his precum. When it’s time to move, lick under his foreskin. It causes the loudest groans. 

Unlike some guys, he doesn’t like it when you gag on him. It doesn’t make him feel big. He knows he’s big. Because of that and his size, he never grabs your head. He won’t force you any lower than you choose. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He fluctuates between slow-and-hard and fast-and-flattering. Sometimes he prefers measured thrusts, taking his time pulling out, watching you stretch around him, then intensely sinking inside so hard your whole body shakes. Other times he enjoys holding your hips at the perfect angle, thrusting quick, complimenting how well you’re taking him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies don’t bother him. They happen. And he certainly won’t turn one down if you happen to get all riled up in the kitchen. Just make sure you’re someplace he won’t break.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again, Tai will try most things at least once. And he’s game for any experimentation. If you have a new trick or toy, he’s open. But risks? He isn’t as interested. He’s a Hero. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his career for an alleyway blowjob.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One round is his normal. He isn’t some sex god. Since he focuses so much on preparing and stretching you in the beginning, one session usually lasts a good forty to fifty minutes.

If he’s worked up over something, or it’s just a highly horny day, he can go for two rounds. That easily lasts for over an hour. You’ll definitely need some rest after that. Take three ibuprofen and relax in the bath together.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any despite enjoying them. He hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to buy sex toys together. If you have any, he’d love to incorporate them. If you want any, he’ll look for some online and surprise you with the toy one day. 

He’s interested in a few BDSM toys to use on you, mostly nipple clamps, furry wrist cuffs, and a paddle with little heart cut-outs so they get imprinted on your ass. Purple is his preferred color, particularly lilac or lavender. No matter your size, skin color, and scars, purple looks downright gorgeous on you. Almost too much so because it gets him riled up and thrusting gasping-bed-creaking-and-toe-curling deep.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tai will tease you to tears. He just loves the sounds you make when you’re desperate: whining for his fingers, fussing for his mouth, begging for him to finally touch you, and, most importantly, how you cry for his dick, how you whimper when he first fills you, then your gasps from his thrusts. He can’t get enough, and he’ll do damn near anything to hear more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His noises are moderate in volume and perfectly handsome. His groans are deep and exciting whenever you suck him just right. Although, if talking counts, he’s on the higher end of the spectrum because his mouth just keeps on moving. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When people are only attracted to him when he’s skinny, he feels weird. He’s not sure if it’s insecurity, uncertainty, or something else. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror and sees a six-pack. That’s not his body. His quirk relies on fat. His body’s supposed to be fat. Those stares and giggles he receives because of his abs don’t flatter him like it may other people. He wants his partner to love his body for everything it is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just like the rest of him, Taishiro is big. And thick. And heavy. The corona of glans is the widest part. So much so, his foreskin has trouble retracting past it. Don’t worry. It’s not phimosis, and it doesn’t pain him in any way. 

When he’s entering, his head pops inside suddenly, stretching you for his near 8-inch length. You’ll undeniably feel its weight inside you. The middle of his shaft is quite wide as well, covered in an array of veins. 

Hence why foreplay is always a must. No exception. He needs to stretch you plenty and apply enough lube because it’s a lot. If it’s too painful, or you just don’t want him to push all the way inside, he understands. Halfway is more than enough for him to feel pleasure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates. Most of it depends on his quirk and work. If his energy/fat is depleted, so is his sex drive. His body mainly focuses on restocking what it’s lost instead of unnecessary matters. During his good weeks, it’s fairly high, especially at the beginning of your sexual relationship. It wants to get as much of you as possible in the shortest amount of time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Tai has built up plenty of endurance from his career, something about sex tires him out. It could be the drained hormones and bliss-filled afterglow. It could be the gentle and loving feeling that floods him after watching you orgasm. It could be seeing you so spent and weak that he wants to do nothing but hold and protect you. It’s probably all three. After cleaning up, he loves laying down, cuddling naked while you both drift off to sleep.

[etherealeeknow]

touchy-feely

• rated m for mature

• pairing: best friend!minho x fem!reader

• wc: 1.523

• tw: groping, slight nipple play & edging, explicit language, fingering & oral (f receiving), - i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: I FINALLY POSTED HELLO. this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i’ll get to it tomorrow (hopefully 😂) and i hope you’ll enjoy it! also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes.

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“minho despises skinship, but with you it’s an exception.”

it was supposed to be the typical saturday afternoon for you and minho, but thanks to what jisung said earlier, you were now left on the couch, laying there with what if’s relentlessly running on your mind. you didn’t even hear when he called you from his kitchen that he had to come and poke your side, making you jump. “chill, y/n. do you want extra caramel or nah?” minho shrugged when you shook your head and put the bowl of popcorn on the table so he could lift your legs up, sit down, and place them on his lap. “uh, what are you doing?” you asked when the guy took back the bowl and rested it on top of your tummy as support. “uh, making myself comfy for the movie? duh?” he answered and pressed play.

when you asked him to sit on the other couch, he shot you the most questioning look ever. “you nuts, y/n? you want me to sit alone through this horror torture? of course you don’t. now shush. it’s starting. aaa~” minho didn’t even wait for you to open your mouth properly; he shoved the popcorn into your mouth and continued feeding himself in peace, eyes now glued to the screen despite his claim that horror movies weren’t his cup of tea. you shifted awkwardly on the couch, trying to immerse yourself in the movie, which you eventually managed to.

things went by as usual—since both of you preferred discussing over movies after they ended, the living room was filled with nothing but the eerie and daunting sound from the TV. your body was no longer tensed and you didn’t even realize minho had been feeding you popcorn from time to time. it was until the jump scare popped out that you became self conscious once more upon minho’s touch. though his eyes never left the screen, his free hand was gripping tightly on yours.

“don’t be silly, ji. he has always been like that.”

“he has always been like that, yes, but only to you.”

rethinking over your conversation with jisung made you shake your head and because of that, minho loosened his grip to caress your hand softly, and it only made your eyes grow bigger. “w- what are you doing?” you asked for the second time that day, voice barely audible. “protecting you from the ghosts,” he replied as he put the empty bowl on the table and laid beside you on the cramped couch with his chin resting on top of your head, hands wrapped around your shoulders. before you got to call him out again, another jump scare came and the sound made you flinch, but minho was quick to run his hand along your arm, rubbing it soothingly and his soft touch sent shivers down your spine. “y/n, are you co-” you cut him off by standing up. the sudden movement made you lightheaded, but minho’s hand found its way on yours once again as concern was written across his furrowed eyebrows.

“have you always been this... touchy-feely?” you asked; confidence level so low but you managed to maintain eye contact as you waited for his answer. it had always been difficult to read what was going on in minho’s head, but it never bothered you, at least not until this second. after what felt like a year, minho let go of your hand and faced the ground while running his fingers through his hair. “did jisung say something?” he asked, finally looking back at you and you could only nod, scared of what might happen next. “what did he say?” he asked again, this time while running the back of his hand through your bare thigh and you swore you could feel your liquid gushing out just from the faint touch. “t- that you’re only touchy when you’re with me.”

“and do you agree?” you had so many thoughts, so many questions, but you could only nod. everything felt hazy just from the way his thumb caressing your inner thigh. “and do you like it? if not, i can stop.” when minho retreated his hand, you were faster than lightning, holding onto it as if your life depended on it, and your own action made you blush. “b- but we’re best friends,” you said and he chuckled, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “that’s not the question, love.” before minho got the chance to pull away again, you straddled his lap and could directly feel his growing bulge underneath you that made you even redder. 

shaking your head, you told him, “please don’t stop.” although your voice came out in a whisper, minho could hear it loud and clear and he shot you a cocky smirk before leaning forward to meet your lips. your hands automatically found their way around his neck as he pulled you even closer by your waist and the two of you moaned in unison—both over the small amount of friction. the kiss deepened as no one wanted to give in, but minho was growing impatient, so he sneaked his hand into your hoodie, hiking your bra up to fondle your breast, pinching your nipple so he could hear you choking out your pretty little moans.

“off,” he commanded, breaking the kiss to take off his own sweater and sweatpants, dark eyes never leaving you. he quickly pull you towards him, hovering over you and began kissing you from your neck to your bare chest, then down to your belly, halting right above your undies. you shot him a pleading look, so desperate, yet your words wouldn’t come out. “i won’t stop if you don’t stop me,” he warned and you nodded almost right away. snorting, he added, “and i certainly won’t go further if you don’t say anything either. come on, what happened to the chatty y/n?” he teased, biting your undies to pull it down slowly until it reached your knees; the view made you roll your eyes back, shyness and eagerness all in one.

“minho, please,” you begged while facing the ceiling. “so i’m now a ceiling?” he mocked, a finger drawing circles on your outer labia and this time you sighed out loud in frustration. “for fuck sake, minho, ple-” you were cut off by your own moan when he rub your clitoris, spreading the wetness all over the place. the sensation of being pleasured by another person after months being untouched turned you on for the better, and for that person to be minho made everything far more exciting. you had lost count of how many times you had daydreamed for this to happen whenever he dropped by your apartment wearing nothing but a black sleeveless top after practicing or the way he came out of the shower, water dripping down his neck and veins popping out of his arm when he dried his hair with a towel.

just by having those flashbacks sent you over the edge and you managed to tell him you’re gonna reach your climax soon, which caused him to retreat his finger away and you grunted. “already? god, i barely touched you, y/n. are you that needy for me?” he chortled and you whined, no longer feeling embarrassed. the only thing in your mind was him. “i want you. i want you so bad, please,” you plead through your half lidded eyes, staring at him who was still below you. smirking, he shook his head in amusement and inserted one finger in you without warning, pulling it in and out of you right away before adding another; his lips came in contact with your aching core, his tongue playing its part, licking and sucking it.

you whimpered and spread your legs as wide as you could while bucking your hips, desperate for more. “fucking yes, just like that,” you said, followed with endless ah’s while your hand was squeezing your tits, the other gripping tightly on his hair; nothing turned him better than the way you pull them while he was eating you out, making you produce all of those juices for him to take while his own member was throbbing. your breaths were going shorter as the knot on your stomach began forming again. “minho, minho, minho, fuck!” you screamed as you pushed his face deeper into your pussy and the man did nothing but fastening his pace. “i’m cum-” it only took a few seconds for you to cry out, eyes closing blissfully while you shake and came all over his digits and his pretty face.

once you came back to your senses and the room was filled with only your raspy breathing, minho sit back and eyed you with the most heartwarming smile. “did you like it, love? did i make you feel good?” he asked and you nodded in response, throat too dry to utter a word. “i can’t hear you,” he said and you tried your best to mouth a “yes, minho.”

“such a good girl. now, on your knees. plus, it’s daddy for you from now on.”

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."