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Buck being telepathic, and once him and Eddie get together, Eddie just constantly sends the filthiest, nastiest thoughts towards him while at work or just whenever he can't do anything about it.
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#NOW I WANT TO WRITE THIS FUCK OFFFF!!!!!!!!#NO!!!!!! im finishing my jee birthday fic FIRST!!!!!!! no more new wips until then#I am putting my foot down *trembling and shaking and crying*#asks#anonymous
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Crash and Burn 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamics, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Tony Stark
Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
Bang! The impact shakes you so hard you nearly drop your book. You sit up, wide-eyed, and look around. What the heck was that?
You stand and leave the book on the short bench squeezed in along the table. You go to the door and twist the latch. As you open it, dust mists in the air and the scent of smoke singes your nose. You step onto even ground and search for the disturbance.
You turn to face the trailer and the black cloud pluming up from behind it. The entire thing lurches as an electronic whir and zap cuts through the air. You dodge put of the way as the window bursts and shatters over you.
You scramble back on your heels, shielding yourself behind an arm, and cry out. Your neighbours cluster before their own homes and watch, caught in awe as the trailer shakes on its foundation. The wall burst open as a dark shape crashes through and lands in the patchy grass behind you.
You turn to stare down at the mangled metal. Broken tubes drip neon blue fluid and the lights flicker and die. Whatever it is, it's useless now. Just like the wall.
Another crash before you can investigate. Another window rains shards into the dirt and you slap your hands to your head. At least you have witnesses, though you don't know that they have any idea what's going on.
Another tremble before the door swings open. What looks to be a cyborg tramps down the stairs and dusts itself off. You grimace helplessly at the red and gold armour.
"Iron man?" A chirpy childish voice quavers from behind you.
No way? As if to bask in the recognition, the mask retracts and reveals a man's face. It is in fact the Tony Stark. He smirks beneath his goatee and winks at the kid.
"Hey, little guy." He shoots a finger gun as he struts over to the kid.
A long, loud groan comes from behind him. You turn back to the trailer as it starts to lean. Oh no!
Time slows as you watch the whole thing fold in on itself. You stumble further back as it sends up another plume of dirt and dusty. In a moment, you're swept away from the wreckage out of the way of a broken board flying in your direction.
Tony Stark, Iron Man, playboy, billionaire, and wrecking ball has his arm around you as he puts you back in your feet. You stare at the ruin of your home
Your entire life.
"Damn, good thing you got out of there," he snickers.
You shrug him off and step forward. "Hey, sweetheart, you're not gonna wanna do that. There's smoke and that means--" As he grabs you again, a crackle sounds and orange flames lick out from beneath the splinters and drywall.
"No!" You cry out. "What the-- the trailer-- you--"
"Relax, sweetheart, you should be thankful you didn't get trapped in all that. Could be a hell of a lot worse."
You wriggle in his grasp, "that's my home! What am I gonna tell me mom?"
"I'll buy you a new one," he rolls his eyes.
"A new one? That's not the point--" you scoff and stomp your foot. You face the heap again. There are things you can't replace and your mom will make sure to mention as much.
“I'll have my people get in touch.” He struts away and toes the mass of metal on the ground. “Gotta call in the big boys.”
He puts his hand to his ear and talks to no one in particular. You can't look away. The flames build and build as you watch it all go up in flame.
You peek over at the man in his red and gold armour. He grins as children crowd around and he signs their comic books and frisbees and action figures. He's all charm and cheer.
He has no worry about the mess he's made. He'll go home to his penthouse and his bank account. He says he'll buy you a new trailer but that's not going to happen overnight.
The police show up, and the fire trucks, then men in black suits. The lot is corded off with yellow tape as you stand listless on the sidelines. You don't know what else to do.
“Oh god! Oh god! What happened?” Your mom blusters up beside you. She's still in her work uniform. You look at her and shrug. You can't even put into words the chaos of the last few hours.
You look around and point just as Iron Man's helmet flips up and he flies off in a flash. You stare after him and drop your arm. You huff.
“I have no idea, mum,” you utter. “No idea.”
She shrieks and flags down an officer, “sir, I want to know what the hell happened to my home! Right now!”
“Ma'am. This is a matter for law enforcement. We're investigating–”
“Investigating!? My trailer is a pile of rubble!” She cries out.
Her shrill hollers fade into a murmur as your gaze zeros in on the ash. This isn't fair. He gets to walk away, well, fly away, and you have to figure all this out.
#series#marvel#au#mcu#dark!fic#drabble#avengers#iron man#crash and burn#tony stark x reader#dark tony stark#dark!tony stark#tony stark
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My Home Is You Part 1/3
A/N: I am so obsessed with this movie, I've seen it twice. Enjoy. Leave a comment, like, or reblog if you've enjoyed it. Thank you to @kingliam2019 for requesting.
Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare
Pairing: Gus March-Phillips x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ for language, Nazi's, canon typical violence, possible spoilers for the movie, and mentions of sexual assault.
Part 2 Part 3
“What’s that?” Freddy points to the lump behind Gus’s coat.
“Nothing,” Gus shrugs, “shall we.”
“We shall not,” Freddy shouts exasperated, “it’s moving! Unless you became the hunchback of Notre Dame in the ten minutes I left you, you got something hidden behind your back!”
“He’s got a point, boss,” Hazy shrugs.
Gus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I think the jig is up,” he pushes the coat up and out you pop from behind his side, disappearing behind him with a shriek.
“Where the hell did you find a woman?!” Freddy looks around, then goes silent putting two and two together, “Oh, I see.”
“She’s coming with us,” Gus reaches behind him and you grasp his hand, trembling hard at being surrounded by so many men. His touch is warm, and you take a moment to breathe before stepping out from behind him at your full height.
“Hello,” you whisper, giving an awkward wave.
Gus lets go of your hand and claps making you jump and his face quickly turns apologetic, “Fuck, sorry about that, love. These are the boys,” he points to each man giving you a quick rundown on his merry band of miscreants. He turns to you with a proud smile, “I never did catch your name.”
“Let me get this straight,” Freddy puts his hands on his hips, sticking out one finger towards Gus, “you find a random woman hidden in a Nazi garrison, fight your way out with her, and decide to bring her with us, without asking her name first?”
“Probably did it a bit backward,” Gus rubs the back of his head with a chuckle, “but I’m making up for it now.”
You clear your throat and they all turn towards you as you say your name, a small smile spreading across your face when they repeat it to you. “Welcome to the team,” Anders bows before putting his bow over his shoulder, “shall we get back to the boat, we got somewhere we need to be.”
“After you,” Gus says, frowning when he realizes Anders is already halfway back to the boat. “That’s the spirit Lassen, lead the way!” Gus slings an arm around your shoulder and helps you walk, it’s slow and painful; your foot aches with every step but you keep it to yourself. These men have already done enough liberating you and agreeing to take you with them. The last thing they need is for you to be injured. But nothing gets past Gus.
He doesn’t ask, just leans down and swings you up into his arms. You gasp, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck. “Wh-what are you doing?” you whisper.
“You’re limping,” he whispers back, almost like two children sharing a secret, he grins. “I’m not about to let you hurt yourself worse before I can take a look at your injuries.”
“I’m fine,” you bite your lip looking away, “you’ve done enough already.”
Gus stops, the others moving around him to toss the rope down the cliff side, “Darling, I know you’ve just spent gods knows how long with the worst creatures imaginable but not all of us are monsters.”
“I didn’t say you were,” you turn back to him, and catch your breath when you notice how close he is. “I don’t think you’re a monster at all,” you whisper, swallowing hard, “I just don’t want to cause you any more trouble.”
“Do you know what I thought when I saw you tucked behind that wall crying and holding your ears?” You shake your head, and he grins, “She looks like just my kind of trouble.”
The first smile in months spreads like wildfire across your face and you nod. “Ready?” Apple interrupts, “We managed a pulley to get her down.”
Gus nods, lifting you into the makeshift pulley and working with Apple to lower you down. When you reach the ground Lassen lifts you into his arms while Gus and Apple come down and re-wrap the rope around their arms.
When finished, Gus reaches his arms out for you and Anders smiles, tugging you closer. “I think I’ll hold on to her for a while. Give you a break,” he looks down giving you a conspiratorial wink.
“Give me back my damsel,” Gus holds out his arms wider, “I’m not going to ask again.”
“Who are you calling a damsel?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest, and Lassen lets out a joyful cheer.
“You tell him, honey,” he turns walking with you back towards the dinghy. His glee makes a ghost of a laugh appear in your throat before you toss your head back in delight.
Apple pats Gus on the back as he climbs into the boat and you look back to see Gus smiling, a full-blown smile just for you and you rest your head on your arm and look back at him. “It’s good to see you laugh,” he mouths, and your cheeks ache from smiling as he sits down and begins to row.
“Row row, row your boat,” Lassen mumbles under his breath, the lull of the waves and the feeling of safety making your eyes droop. “Oh, the little lamb is tired, no?” he whispers in your ear, “You rest, no one will harm you ever again.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you repeat your fathers words aloud.
“Little lamb, with the way Gus is looking at me right now. You don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you for the rest of your life.” He rubs a hand over your arm and chuckles, mumbling, “if looks could kill.”
“He won’t always be there,” your words are drowsy as you burrow deep into his arms, letting out a yawn.
“Ah, little lamb, I highly doubt that,” Lassen chuckles softly, before you feel yourself being lifted into anothers arms. The scent of smoke, cologne, and leather lull you into a deeper sense of calm and you snuggle into his arms. Gus looks down, brushing a knuckle over your cheek and committing your face to memory as you fall asleep, breathing softly. “Take a picture,” Lassen teases, “it will last longer.”
“Her cell was next to mine,” Apple interrupts, “she was always so nice to me. Tried to patch me up the best she could through the bars. I tried to return the favor, everytime they brought her….fuck I can still hear the screaming.” The men are silent, the waves crashing against the dinghy as they get closer and closer to the boat.
“Well,” Freddy clears his throat, “she’s safe now.” They reach the boat, helping Gus aboard and watching as he disappears below deck with you.
“Heaven help the man who tries to take her away from him,” Hayes clears his throat, and the rest climb aboard and continue on toward Fernando Po.
Below deck, Gus tucks you into his bunk and watches the rise and fall of your chest before he moves towards the end of the bed, and lifts the blanket to remove your shoe. He curses when he sees the bruising around your ankle. He removes the other shoe and has to control his breathing when he sees the same markings; shackles.
“Never again,” he whispers, grabbing bandages and ointments and applying them to your ankles. The bottom of your foot is no better, and he grabs the tweezers removing several shards of glass and bandaging your feet. “No wonder you were limping,” he talks to himself. He takes the next twenty minutes checking over the parts of your body he can see, treating every little cut and bruise. When he’s finished he walks over to a basin of water and washes his hands before pouring a glass of scotch and sitting down at the map.
He loses track of the time, his head snapping up from the table when the screaming starts. He pushes the chair out, climbing over the table to grab your thrashing body. He repeats your name over and over again till your eyes pop open, gasping you reach towards him throwing your arms around his neck and letting out a sob. “I thought it was a dream,” you sob brokenly into his skin, almost crawling into his lap, “I dreamed I was back there,” you take a deep breath, “that they were…”
“No,” he shakes his head, pulling back to put both hands on your face, his thumbs brushing the tears from your eyes. “You’re safe,” he repeats once, then twice, “do you hear me?”
“I’m safe,” you repeat back, the tears silently streaming down your face. From the stairs, the men stare at the scene before them. “Uh oh,” Freddy shakes his head, and the others turn to him with various questions. “Look at them,” he points back to you and Gus, “he looks at her like he just realized what love was.”
“I didn’t know you were a romantic, Freddy,” Apple claps him on the shoulder with a laugh. “I’m not,” he shrugs, “but I’m also not blind. That right there,” he points a finger, “that’s love if I ever saw it. You just wait, I bet you ten pounds she goes home with him at the end of this mission.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Hayes tosses over his shoulder.
Apple raises a brow, “you don’t think they’ll end up getting hitched once we’re home.”
“That wasn’t the bet,” Hayes grins, “he bet that she’ll go home with him at the end of the mission. I think we’ll either be dead or in jail so she probably won’t be going home with him.”
“Never bet against yourself, Hazy,” Freddy shakes his head, “have I taught you nothing.”
“It’s your deal,” Henry reminds him before shrugging past to go back to the deck, “let’s go, give them some privacy.”
Their steps recede and Gus rubs the last of your tears away, “do you want something to eat?”
“Yes,” you nod, moving from his lap and tugging the blanket around your shoulders. When you step down, you quickly look at the bandages around your feet and ankle before meeting his eyes, “thank you,” you whisper, “for everything.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he puts the kettle on, “any decent human being would do the same.” You sit down at the table seeing the maps and confidential files spread across the surface. Gus grabs the papers and puts them into a pile before putting down a cup of steaming tea before you.
“I have a few questions,” you wrap your hands around the cup, absorbing some of the warmth.
He takes a sip, blowing the top with a grin, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“What were you doing in the Garrison?”
“Rescuing Appleyard,” he takes another sip, “we needed him.”
“For what?”
Gus puts down his cup, crossing his arms over his chest and your heart beats a little louder at how strained the fabric is over his bulging biceps. You quickly take a sip of your tea, burning your tongue when you meet his eyes, seeing amusement sparkle. “Enjoying the show?” you cough, the tea spilling down the front of your dress. “Shit,” he shouts, grabbing a towel and pulling out the chair beside you to sit down. You grab it and soak up the liquid from your dress, the top sinking lower with each tug.
When you’re finished you glance up to see his eyes on your chest before he quickly averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Enjoying the show?” you smile softly when he coughs and lets out a strained laugh.
“Very much,” he turns his head and your mouth goes dry. Neither says anything for a moment before he goes back to the pile and tugs out the map. You take another sip of tea to prevent being parched when he spreads it over the table. “We’re on a secret mission for the English government.” “Come again?” you clear your throat, sitting up straighter.
He grins, “We are on an unsanctioned, unofficial mission to destroy a ship and two tug boats holding enough supplies to supply the German U-boats for six months. We destroy those ships and we regain control of the Atlantic.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“Explosives,” he pushes a tin of biscuits towards you, “tons of explosives. What do you think?”
You sit there for a moment, processing everything he’s said before reaching into the tin and pulling out a ginger snap. You dip it into your cup before taking a bite with a grin, “where can I sign up?”
#the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare#Gus March Phillips x female reader#female reader#gus march phillips#Henry Cavill#Henry Cavill character fanfiction
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Running Through My Veins
Per request of @artisticdemon
Warnings: captivity, torture, forced to watch, restraints, poison, poisoning, cardiac arrest, mcd
Caretaker struggled against the cuffs and chains keeping them attached to the wall ring in the corner. They had to get out, had to get to Whumpee.
Whumpee stood in the standing cuffs, their body stretched taut as their arms were pulled tight, high above their head. They stood at attention, desperately trying to keep their feet on the ground lest they put too much weight on their shoulders.
"Well, well, well," Whumper said with great flourish, "this is a moment I have been so longing for."
"Please," Whumpee begged.
"Fuck you," Caretaker said as they glared at Whumper.
Whumper gave a sidelong glance at Caretaker. "I have no interest in that. No, the only thing I have interest in is your pain, Caretaker."
Caretaker could see Whumpee tremble as they stood before Whumper. "Then string me up. Let Whumpee go. You can hurt me here. I'm already restrained."
"That's so boring, Caretaker. Where's the fun in that? Why put hands on you when I can do this?" Whumper said as they stabbed Whumpee's bicep with a needle. "This is so much more fun."
"NOOOOO!" Caretaker roared, straining to the end of their chian.
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper depressed the needle. "Please," they said again as a single tear tracked down their cheek.
"What did you give them?" Caretaker growled. Once they got free, they were going to end Whumper.
"Digitalis. Sometimes it makes your heart beat too fast. Sometimes too slow. You never know until you try it out. Let's see how you do with this small dose, Whumpee." Whumper walked away, slamming the door shut behind them.
Whumpee began to droop, their feet slipping on the ground. "I.....ddddon't f-f-f-feelllll so go-go-go-goood, Ca'er," Whumpee mumbled as they scrambled to keep their feet on the ground.
"Talk to me, Whumpee. Tell me what's wrong. You're ok. You're going to be ok. I'm going to get us out of here."
"Mmmmm," Whumpee hummed as their eyes drooped closed. They struggled to stay awake. The pain in their shoulders kept them awake. But they were so tired. And it felt like they couldn't get a good breath.
Whumper returned hours later. Whumpee had mostly normalized, their heart beating closer to its regular speed. Caretaker had kept them awake and talking. Kept them awake through the fatigue. Through the nausea. Through everything.
"How was that? Did you relax a little, Whumpee? Hmmmm?" Whumper said as they pulled another needle out. "Maybe a bit more is what you need."
And before Caretaker could scream their protest, Whumper had injected Whumpee once more. This continued for hours--days?-- and Caretaker was powerless to just watch. They couldn't do anything but talk Whumpee through.
Sometimes Whumpee's heart pounded, their limbs shaking and sweating as they hyperventilated, unable to calm themselves. Other times they slumped over, losing their footing and crying out in pain as their heart beat slowed.
And still Caretaker was helpless to do anything. They couldn't slip the cuffs. Couldn't hold Whumpee up. Couldn't release Whumpee. Couldn't escape. Couldn't do anything except sit there and talk to Whumpee. And pray that it would all stop.
"Inject me!" Caretaker begged when Whumper returned. "I'll let your poison run through my veins. Hurt me! Hurt ME!"
Whumper gave a cruel smile. "Oh but I am." They injected Whumpee once more. "This will hurt the most, Caretaker. I couldn't think of a better way to hurt you."
"Please," Whumpee sobbed. "It's too much, please."
Whumper cupped Whumpee's cheek briefly. "It will be over soon. For you, at least," they chuckled as they left the room.
"Whumpee, talk to me. I'm here. Tell me what's going on."
"C-C-Can'tttt. F-F-Fast," Whumpee panted.
"Breathe, just breathe," Caretaker urged, trying to not let the concern creep into their voice. Whumpee reacted faster this time compared to the other times. How much had Whumper given them?
"H-H-Hurtttttssss," Whumpee gasped as their feet began to slip once more.
"It's ok. You're ok. You're going to be ok. Just stand up. I'll find a way out. Just hold on, Whumpee. Hold on."
"Mmmmm," Whumpee huffed as they threw their head back. They took several gasping breaths of air, shifting their feet, desperately trying to keep upright.
Caretaker could see Whumpee's shoulders pull tight as they struggled to stay upright. "It's ok, Whumpee. You'll be ok. You can do this. I'll get out of these cuffs, I swear. Just hold on for me. Please."
With a loud gasp, Whumpee dropped their head forward, eyes unfocused. "Look at me, Whumpee," Caretaker urged, "I'm right here. Look at me, you're going to be ok. I'm going to get us out of here. I promise."
Whumpee slowly, painfully slow, turned their gaze to Caretaker. Their eyes were hazy and beginning to glaze over. Their lips moved, but no sound came out.
"No, Whumpee, stay. You have to stay. PLEASE!" Caretaker cried out as they watched Whumpee sigh. Whumpee went limp in their chains, their head lolling forward, arms pulling tight above their head. Their body swung on the chain slowly as their feet slipped out from under them.
"WHUMPEE! WHUMPEE! SAY SOMETHING! WHUMPEE! NO! GOD NO! PLEASE! WHUMPEE!" Caretaker screamed as tears streamed down their face. They ducked low, praying that they were wrong. That Whumpee was merely unconscious.
But as they stared into Whumpee's half lidded, empty gaze and waited for Whumpee's lungs to fill once more, Caretaker's own heart seized in their chest. Because Whumpee was still. So impossibly still as they swung. Their chest was unmoving.
"NOOOOO! NOOOO!" Caretaker howled as they realized what had happened. "PLEASE GOD PLEASE!"
"Music to my ears," Whumper said with a smile as they entered once more. "Your piteous, mewling cries of misery, Caretaker. What a delight."
They stopped as they were even with Whumpee. Whumper took Whumpee's chin between their thumb and forefinger and lifted. Whumpee's lifeless eyes stared out at nothing as Whumper inspected their head.
"DON'T TOUCH THEM!" Caretaker screamed as they lunged forward, the cuffs pulling tight on their wrists.
"What? It's not like it's going to hurt them anymore, Caretaker. Whumpee is dead. Just look!" Whumper shoved Whumpee so they swung out towards Caretaker. Their head lolled on their limp neck, arms pulled tight above their head.
Caretaker shut their eyes tightly, unable to bear the sight of Whumpee's body swinging on the chain. "Please, don't touch them."
Whumper rolled their eyes. "You are such a kill joy."
They stopped Whumpee's body from swinging further. They stared at Whumpee's limp hands for a moment before unhooking the chain quickly. Whumpee dropped into a heap on the floor.
"What are you going to do to them?" Caretaker sobbed as they stared at Whumpee.
"Me? Absolutely nothing," Whumper said as they grabbed the chain between the shackles on Whumpee's wrist. "I'm going to do nothing to them except leave them right here." They dragged Whumpee closer to Caretaker. Just out of reach.
Whumper kicked Whumpee until Whumpee's body rolled on its side, such that Caretaker could stare directly into Whumpee's eyes. Caretaker sobbed harder as they stared into the empty eyes of the person they loved. The person they swore to protect. The person they failed to save.
"This is a far better form of torture, don't you think?" Whumper whispered as they leaned down and cupped Whumpee's cheek. "Because this one lasts forever."
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw captivity#tw restraints#tw torture#tw forced to watch#tw poison#tw poisoning#tw cardiac arrest#tw mcd#requests#queue
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WIP Wednesday
I'm finally back with more MLC long fic snippets for you! FDB is carrying a wounded and barely conscious DFS on his back and is about to attempt to use qinggong to get them out of the tree DFS had collapsed in. (You can find all previous excerpts here.)
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Slowly, making sure the additional weight on his back didn’t unbalance him, he planted one foot up on the branch and shifted his weight. He brought his other foot up to join him, clenching his core to stay stable.
He looked down at the ground below. He hadn’t exactly used qinggong from heights quite like this before, and certainly not while carrying anyone else or without the use of his arms, but presumably it was the same idea. He cleared his throat. “Ok. Here we go! Hold on tight.”
“Wait,” a-Fei croaked in his ear.
Fang Duobing froze immediately. “What is it?”
A-Fei shook his head, his hands fumbling until his left thumb was positioned immediately over the nailbed of his right hand’s fifth finger. Then he jabbed his own Shaochong acupoint with his thumbnail with a force that would have made anyone else cry out in pain. Fang Duobing gaped at him as a-Fei kept digging into the very sensitive point, with a faint, barely audible hiss as the stubborn man’s only reaction.
“Wait, you were about to faint?” Fang Duobing yelped. Oh Gods, if his arms had slipped off of him while they were in the air and he’d fallen backward, a-Fei could have hit his head on a tree branch, or worse! Thank goodness he’d thought to use the acupoint to restore consciousness. “Here, scoot higher up so you’re draped more over my shoulder! That way, even if you let go, you’ll stay–”
“–Stop. Talking,” a-Fei snapped, his breathing labored. “Fix your technique. Or you’ll shatter your leg.”
“Oh.” Fang Duobing winced. Apparently there was more of an art to this than he’d realized. “What am I doing wrong?”
A-Fei’s answering sigh was so much heavier than he was. “Your qi is too slow. And the proportion is off. Put more around your feet and ankles. Start now and increase it as you approach the ground.” He took a deeper breath. “And you’ll need your arms,” he said, his scowl audible.
Fang Duobing shook his head and forced himself not to press them closer to his sides. “I can’t. You need them more!” A-Fei could already barely move from exhaustion; it was unthinkable that he could support his legs on his own. And even if he could, they’d both seen how poorly he responded to being that close. The emotional toll alone would be–
“–Do it,” a-Fei growled through clenched teeth, “or you’ll splatter us on the forest floor. Right arm first. Now.”
“Fine! But you better not fall, ok?” Fang Duobing’s voice shook slightly despite his best efforts. He slid his arm out from under a-Fei’s thigh and lifted it far enough away that a-Fei wouldn’t bump it as he changed position but close enough that he could catch his leg if a-Fei didn’t have the strength after all.
Slowly, jerkily, and with less grace than a-Fei had ever before exhibited, a-Fei extended his leg and wrapped it tightly around Fang Duobing’s waist.
Fang Duobing stayed as still as possible, hardly daring to breathe.
A-Fei swallowed and dug his thumb harder into his Shaochong acupoint. “Left,” he gritted out.
They repeated the process, a-Fei’s foot, then leg, then entire body were trembling from the effort by the time he was fully in position. If a-Fei was breathing, it was too shallow for him to feel, despite their proximity.
Fang Duobing swallowed. “You’re sure about this?” He tried desperately to ignore the fact that a-Fei’s groin was once again pressed tight against his lower back. This was absolutely not the time to–
“–Hurry and fix your qi, brat,” a-Fei rasped, his voice shaking almost as hard as the rest of him.
“I’m trying!” Fang Duobing pushed his worry and other feelings for a-Fei aside as much as he could and closed his eyes. He imagined his qi spinning faster and faster through him, on separating some to cushion his feet, ankles, and knees while the rest kept circulating.
“Arms,” a-Fei prompted, and Fang Duobing stuck his arms out to his side, feeling the qi race through his fingertips, ready to slow his descent.
“Now,” a-Fei snapped, and Fang Duobing opened his eyes, shifted his weight, and stepped off the branch.
Time slowed. Fang Duobing felt it drag against him like the air currents they flew through. A-Fei hissed other instructions at him–faster qi, lean back, not that far, bend your knees–as the forest floor grew before them.
“Palms,” a-Fei growled in his ear.
Fang Duobing sent out a large pulse of qi from each palm straight at the ground, just before his soles hit the floor.
His ankles and knees twinged slightly with the impact, but that was all.
They were safe, because a-Fei had helped.
A-Fei, who had been on the verge of fainting, who had just had a qi deviation, and a panic attack, and who could barely move or speak moments earlier because of whatever horrors had haunted his mind, had used a resuscitation maneuver to force himself to save them yet again.
It wasn’t fair. A-Fei deserved rest, not having to push himself to and past his breaking point once more.
Maybe, now that they were back on solid ground, and would soon be back at Lotus Tower, they could give him the safety and comfort he needed.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d accept some of it.
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She’s a Fire-Chapter XXIII
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
Praying for rescue
(previous chapter here, next chapter here)
Warnings: smut 18+-MDNI, oral, spanking, ass play, bondage, etc.
“Just…just like that. Right there, right there—ohhhh, Bradley!” You cry out, back arching as another orgasm rips through you. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s gotten you off with his tongue.
Your limbs feel so heavy, and you smile as you hear him mumbling from his place between your legs.
“Please, Row. Please. I’m so sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking, I thought you meant while I was on the carrier, and I’m not gonna be able to sleep, and I’m so hard Row. So fucking hard…”
You open your eyes and watch him; his forehead rests on your thigh, his hips rut against the bed.
You peek at your phone. 12:02 AM. Officially his birthday.
“You can you cum...”
His head whips up, eyes meeting yours. “Really?”
“Mhmm,” you reply. He starts to rise but you put your foot on his back, stopping him.
Shaking your head, you continue, “No. Keep going just like that.”
He shudders and his head drops back to your thigh with a defeated groan. “Yes ma’am.”
His hips start their rhythm again and you run your fingers through his hair. “If you had just listened you could be fucking me right now instead of the mattress. I’ve missed your cock so much, I’ve felt so empty these past few weeks.”
He mumbles more apologies and his hips keep working against the bed.
“You know you’ll have to be punished, right?”
“I…I thought this was my punishment?” He pants.
You laugh. “What do you think? I’m letting you cum.”
“But it’s my birthday,” he whines.
“Should’ve thought of that earlier, huh? Maybe I should have Bob keep an eye on you next deployment.”
“No! No…please? I’ll be good.” He begs, but his hands grip your hips harder, giving away how affected he is.
“Hmm. I’d tell him to punish you as he sees fit, too,” you say, smirking at his choked whimper, watching as the tips of his ears turn red.
“You’re too big for my lap, but you’d fit over his. Oh God, wouldn’t that be so hot if Bob pulled you across his lap for a spanking?”
He doesn’t reply, but he whimpers as his hips flex. He’s close.
“Hmm? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want Bob to spank you over his knee like the naughty boy you are?” The hands in his hair tug. “Answer me.”
“No!… I mean yes? I don’t even know…FUCK!” He sobs, hips stilling as he coats the blanket and his stomach with cum.
He’s trembling as you swing your leg over his head and head to the bathroom for a washcloth.
You coax him onto his back kiss his flushed cheeks and murmur praises as you clean him up.
“Wanna get in bed? I’ll change the comforter quick and check on Lola, I don’t know how she’ll do since I’ve slept on the couch with her every night so far.”
“Mmm, yeah.” He agrees sleepily but sits up, suddenly awake. “Wait, do you she’ll let me carry her up here?”
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Lola is lying patiently by the bottom of the steps and her tail thumps as she hears Bradley coming down the stairs.
“Hey pretty girl, wanna go outside and then upstairs? I put that really comfy bed up there next to my side since I was reading that jumping on and off beds isn’t good for large breeds as it’s hard on your joints. The last thing that daddy wants is for you to get hurt,” he rambles.
You hear him groan from the bottom of the stairs as he lifts her. “I see why Mama couldn’t lift you. You’s a big girl, huh? We’ll fix up these scary stairs tomorrow, okay?”
Lola comes running in when he sets her down at the top, putting her front paws on the bed to sniff and lick your ears. “Hey! That tickles,” you laugh, “You learned that from Steve, didn’t you?”
She climbs down and gallops to Bradley in the doorway, who follows her as she checks out the upper level for the first time. After everything has been sniffed thoroughly, she lays down in her bed with a heavy sigh.
“This is the best birthday ever,” Bradley tells you after he pats Lola, humming when your fingers run through his hair as he lays his head on your stomach.
You smile. “It just started. Ya never know what tomorrow might bring. Don’t forget the birthday spankings, unless you want me to ask Bob to—Hey!” You squeal as he pinches your butt.
He chuckles. “You’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?”
“Nope. Not a chance, now that I have that visual in my head.”
You don’t miss the shiver he fails to suppress.
“Seriously though. This is already the best birthday I’ve had since my mom died,” he turns to look at you. “You’re amazing Row. You have the biggest heart underneath all that sass. I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life. I love you.”
“Love you too, Bradley,” you smile, leaning forward for a kiss, “We better get some sleep. Lola’s an early riser.”
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Lola may be an early riser, but you aren’t.
They’re both already up when you wake up a little after 8, and you faintly hear Bradley in the kitchen, his phone playing music.
You smile as you creep into the kitchen, trying not to laugh as he points to Lola while he sings along.
“Well, I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl…hey!”
He yelps when your hand connects sharply to his brief-clad cheek.
“That’s one…only 33 to go,” you tease, smiling as you wrap your arms around him after he turns towards you. “I was gonna wake you up with a blowjob but you were gone when I woke up.”
“I can go back to bed if you want?” He jokes, placing a kiss on your lips, hands are full of pancake batter.
You laugh, “No need,” and drop to your knees, tugging his boxer briefs with you.
“What about breakfast-oh, Row…” he trails off as you pull him into your mouth.
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You find yourselves at Home Depot a while later with Lola to pick up supplies for the stairs—after a shower to get the pancake batter out of your hair.
Bradley suggests picking up some paint for the bedroom too, since you’ve mentioned wanting to change it sometime when you moved in. He doesn’t think anything of it when you add a few extra paint stirring sticks before checking out.
An hour or passes when Lola comes bounding up the stairs just as you finish up one of the walls.
“What a brave girl! Daddy must be done, huh?” You say, bending down to leave a smooch on her snoot.
“Yeah, all set. Looks good in here babe,” he murmurs, coming up behind you to rub his erection against your ass.
“Again?” You laugh, grinding back on him.
“I’ve been this way since Home Depot, have you seen your ass in these shorts? I know you’re not wearing underwear,” he whines. “And I haven’t had your pussy in a month. I ache for you, Row.”
“Mmm,” you hum, rising and turn to face him. “I actually am wearing underwear. I was waiting for tonight, but I can’t wait anymore either. Get naked and lay down.”
“Yes ma’am,” he nods excitedly, stripping quickly and flopping on the bed, lazily stroking his cock as he watches you undress to the matching bra and little navy blue panties set you have on; his favorite color.
Sauntering over to your bedside drawer, you shake your head and twirl your finger.
“Turn over.”
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“Really Row, my ankles too?” He scoffs into the comforter but allows you to secure his legs to the bottom of the wrought iron frame.
“Really Bradley, your ankles too,” you echo, “I want easy access to all of you.”
He shudders. “Easy access for what?”
“You’ll see.” You reply, finding the items you want, and climb on the bed between his spread legs.
He moans as you straddle his waist and dig your fingers into the tense muscles of his shoulders. He melts when you massage his neck and back, eventually moving down to his lower back, and then the ‘so tight you can bounce a quarter off’ muscle of his ass.
“Feels so good,” he slurs, tensing when your hand slaps down on his right cheek.
“Yeah? How about that?” You tease, slapping the left side.
He doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t like this time. “Yes ma’am. That feels good too. More please?”
It’s your turn to shiver. You oblige, pausing when his hips are starting to rut against the bed; his cheeks a shade of pink.
“That…that’s it?” He pants, turning his head to the side, trying to meet your eye.
You lean forward, placing a kiss on his lips. “So greedy, Bradley. Be patient.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replies, startling when he hears the click of the lubricant cap.
You put a generous dollop on your finger and slide your finger between his cheeks, circling and pressing when you find his hole. You smirk at his choked gasp when you press your finger in. His hips alternate between pushing towards to the intrusion and away from it.
Your phone rings when you’ve worked up to 2 fingers. It’s Sunny, so you pick it up with your clean hand, feeling Bradley tense around your fingers when you answer.
“Hey, Sun.”
“Hey, I tried Bradley but he’s not answering. I was just gonna wish him a happy birthday and see if you guys want to grab dinner tonight?”
“Oh, yeah he’s…busy at the moment. Let me see if I can find him,” you reply, “Bradley? Sunny wants to talk to you.”
He shakes his head furiously as you bring the phone to his ear.
“Hey Sun, what’s up?” He pants.
“Happy birthday! You okay? You sound out of breath.”
“Thanks. Yeah, yeah I’m f-“ he stutters as you find and press on his prostate, “Fine, I’m fine. Just working on the stairs for Lola.”
“Oh yeah, Row told me she was having trouble with the stairs. Do you have plans tonight? Did you want to meet me and Bobby for dinner?”
He bites his lip as you press harder, but decide to show him mercy and pull your fingers out. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“6 okay?”
“Yeah, 6 is good. Text us where you want to go,” he pants, tensing when you press the plug into his hole.
“But it’s your birthday, you should decide!” She argues.
“I’ll…I’ll let you know then.” He agrees breathily as you push it in.
“Perfect. See you guys soon!” She replies, hanging up, totally obvious.
“You’re evil, Row—fucking Christ!” He grits as you push it the rest of the way in and turn the vibration on.
You pick up one of the extra paint sticks you grabbed earlier and slap it over his cheek, enjoying the slap and the way his cheeks clench at the sting.
You give him several more but soon he’s begging for you to stop.
“Why? You just asked if that was it earlier?” You ask, landing two more hash slaps on each cheek, now bright red and hot to the touch.
“‘Cause I-I’m gonna cum!” He groans, pressing his forehead into the bed.
“Alright, we don’t want that yet,” you reply, untying his ankles and helping him onto his back; cuffed arms now crossed above his head.
“Wait-waitwaitwait, I’m not gonna last long with the plug,” he whimpers, eyes closing as you push your undies to the side and sink onto his leaking cock.
“It’s okay, I won’t take long,” you sigh, your clean fingers rubbing circles over your clit.
His eyes stay clenched shut as you ride him, whimpers pulled from his throat with every thrust.
When your orgasm hits, it takes your breath away. You rest your head against his chest as your hips circle over his cock, and that pressure pushes the plug against his prostate.
He cums shortly after with a strangled shout, arms pulling against their restraints as he empties into you.
“Off, please turn it off, ‘s too much,” he babbles, shaking as the vibration in his ass pushes him into overstimulation.
You reach behind you, clicking it off. He finally relaxes under you.
“Will you be my good boy and keep it in through dinner?”
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A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been super sick this week.
Not sure how I feel about this chapter…I also can’t get the visual of Bob taking Bradley over his knee outta my head lol 🙈🥵🫠
Also…part of me is debating just saying fuck it to the rest of it and just telling you guys what happens because I’m feeling so not creative right now.
Reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I love hearing what you guys think.
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Chapter 3 of my reincarnation fic!
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“Donnie? What’s wrong? What happened?” Mikey unfolds his legs and kneels down next to him, breaking the hand holding.
He doesn’t respond, seeming like he’s somewhere else at the moment.
Splinter walks over and gently pats his shoulder.
“Donatello?”
Donnie gasps sharply at the touch. Instead of looking at his father, his attention turns towards Leo. Their hands were still held together so Donnie uses that fact to pull Leo into a close and desperate hug. Leo quickly hugs him back just as tight, noticing that he’s starting to shake.
“Blue, take Purple to his room. No one should try doing this again until we know what’s going on.”
Leo nods at Splinter and tries to carry Donnie.
“No! I’m fine, we need to keep going.” He insists while still not letting go of Leo.
“You don’t look like you’re fine!” Mikey frowns.
“What happened Donnie? You’re still shaking!” Raph adds.
Donnie takes a breath.
“I….felt something at the end. That’s it. There was nothing dangerous. I want to see what happens next.”
“What did you feel to make you cry?” Mikey questions with worry.
“They weren’t my feelings. They were Tomo’s.” Donnie slowly let’s go of Leo.
“But they kind of are us? Or they were us? It’s so confusing….”
“Whatever it is, ya felt it. You need a second to handle it at least. How about me and Mikey try it again and we let you know if anything important happens?” Raph suggests.
“Clearly none of you are going to let me continue so I guess I’ll have to agree.” Donnie grumbles.
“Glad you’re seeing reason. Let’s go watch a guy do a review of different number sequences or something.” Leo smiles softly and leads him away.
“Are you sure you want to do this? It could happen again.” Splinter looks at them with concern.
“I told him we would do this and I meant it. Don’t worry, I know we can handle it.” Raph smiles encouragingly.
Splinter sighs.
“Okay. I’ll be right here.”
“Thanks, pops. Your ready Mikey?”
He nods with determination and goes back to his seat, holding Raph’s hand.
They close their eyes and activate their ninpo again.
Mikey finds himself running through a forest.
“Tora! Slow down! Please! We can’t go this fast the whole time!”
Her hair and yukata moved at the same brutal pace in the wind that she did in front of him.
“Maybe you can’t! I could go on forever!”
The raggedness of her breathing and the trembling of her legs proved just how much she was lying.
“You’re going to get hurt!”
“Don’t tell me what to do! I can take care of myself!” She turns her head back towards him which means she doesn’t see the root sticking out of the ground in front of her.
Kosuke has no time to warn her before her foot hooks under it and she face plants so hard her mask goes flying off the side of her face.
He quickly catches up to her and kneels down.
“Are you okay…?”
She lifts up her face with a deep frown and big eyes. From this close, he can tell she’s gotten a little older than she was in the last memory.
“I-I’m fine. I…am….a big girl.” She stands up and wipes the dirt off her yukata.
“You’re way braver than me, I always start crying when I fall.” Kosuke comments as he looks around nearby.
Tora puts her hands on her hips and huffs proudly.
“I guess I’m on track for being stronger than boys already!”
“Here it is! I found your mask.”
He sees Tora pat the side of her head before reaching out to take it.
“I didn’t know it….fell off….” She looks down at it with a devastated face.
He walks closer, seeing that it now has a long crack in it.
“Oh no…I’m sorry Tora.”
She doesn’t look at him at all as she pulls the mask to her chest then falls to her knees.
“Tora!? What’s wrong!?”
She takes a deep breath before letting out a loud wail. Kosuke is caught off guard by the large tears dripping down her face.
“I-It’s okay! We can get you a knew one! A better one!”
“We….we can’t…an…aniki b-bought this for me!” She continues to sob.
Mikey feels some cold sense of dread in his stomach.
Was he feeling it? Or was it what Kosuke was feeling?
Where were Aoi and Tomo?
Were they not here because Leo and Donnie weren’t?
“H-He can buy you another one when he gets better! And we’re helping him do that!”
He remembers now, vaguely. Aoi was sick. Badly sick. With what, he didn’t know.
Tora sniffles and breathes shakily.
“What….what if we can’t….? What if we’re too late? I’m slowing us down!” She stands up and tries to run again.
Kosuke grabs her arm.
“I think we need to talk before we go anywhere!”
“Let go of me! We have to keep moving!”
“Stop right now before I have to make you!” He screams.
She quits trying to move but a few tears keep rolling down her cheeks.
“I’m….I’m sorry for yelling like that….but you’re not okay. I know this is scary-“
“I’m not scared!”
“You don’t have to pretend that you aren’t! Just because you’re trying to be strong doesn’t mean nothing is scary! I know I’m scared! Aoi is nice and we’re only family because of him! He does so much that….I don’t know what we’ll do without him if we can’t get that medicine. I’m scared that we’ll fall apart. Tomo.….Tomo can’t lose someone again either. I’m afraid we’ll lose both of them….”
Tora’s face softens
“I….I don’t want that either….I-I…I am scared, too….”
Kosuke gently hugs her, holding her close and putting a hand on the back of her head so he can pet her hair.
“Then here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to have our scared time, then we’re going to keep going. We’re going to get that medicine and help him. We won’t lose anybody. Okay?“
She nods and leans into his touch.
Mikey wonders if this is why so many people scoop him up. The urge to protect someone smaller than you is so strong.
The urge to protect someone from themselves is too but he knew that feeling well already.
After a little while they collect themselves and keep on with their journey.
Tora is largely quiet until eventually she finally says something.
“I’m sorry…..”
“About what?”
“Saying not to tell me what to do….Aoi told me to listen to you….and I didn’t do that.”
“It’s okay, I get it. I’m not the person that makes you feel safest.”
“Safest?”
“Yeah. You can feel safe with some people, but there’s a different kind of safe you feel with certain people. I feel that way with Tomo.”
“You guys have been our brothers for a year and you still haven’t told us more about you.” She complains.
“What you don’t know about us….are things that hurt to say.”
“Oh….hurt where?”
“The heart. The stomach too kind of. My brain, sometimes.”
“How does it hurt so many places?”
“Because when you get hurt by something that isn’t a weapon or a hand, there’s nothing on your body to fix.”
“How do you fix it then?”
“I’m not really sure, but having you, Aoi and Tomo around helps.”
Tora is quiet for a few moments again.
“Me not feeling safest with you doesn’t make you sad?”
“It does a little, but that’s because I want to be a good big brother. I’ve never done that before. I wasn’t very good at being a little brother either so it’s hard to learn both at the same time.”
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Talk like nobody likes you.”
“Well….it’s hard to know if people do….”
“But you say things like you don’t like yourself either.”
“Wh-What?”
“You say I don’t feel safest with you and that you’re not good at being a brother. That’s not something you should say to yourself.”
“Tora, you don’t need to worry about that.”
“Well I’m going to! You are a good brother. You don’t treat me like I’m just a girl. You’re helping me help Aoi, and you got me to stop crying. If I didn’t feel safest with you I wouldn’t be your sister, and I’m a good sister too.” She smiles proudly.
Kosuke smiles back softly.
“Thank you. That means a lot.”
“But you still don’t believe it?”
“I’m sorry….it’s not because of you. A lot of people….they told me things. Those things are part of what made me hurt. They said them so many times I remember it pretty well.”
“Then I’ll just have to tell you that you’re a good brother more times than they’ve said all those wrong things about you.”
Kosuke chuckles.
“You’re the most determined person I have ever met Tora.”
“That’s why I’m named after a tiger. Aoi said I’m just as fierce.”
“He’s not wrong.”
“Part of your name means to help. That means you can’t be that bad.”
“I don’t think I’m all bad….Tomo picked me after all.”
“Picked you?”
Kosuke looks down at the ground.
“We’re not blood related.”
“Aoi and I aren’t either.”
“What!?”
“You sound so surprised!”
“You’re the closest siblings I’ve ever seen!”
“Because he is my brother, and so are you. So is Tomo. Blood doesn’t mean anything. Whoever left all of us at our orphanages were probably related to us. Aoi isn’t and he’s never abandoned me.”
“You don’t get upset that they didn’t want you?”
“They didn’t deserve me. Doesn’t matter if they wanted me or not. All of you deserve me and I deserve you. We picked each other so we have a way better family than people who gave us up!”
“….I think….you may have found a way fix one thing for me.”
She smiles proudly once again.
The memory shifts slightly like time is moving forward. Tora and Kosuke made it to a village.
Something informs Mikey that this is where they’ll find what they’re looking for.
They talk to several different people until one of them is able to give directions to the healer that lives there.
Once they get to him they explain the situation and are able to obtain a special herb. Mikey could guess that it was something that wasn’t available wherever they had come from.
The memory shifts once again. The two of them had traveled back the route they came in on and back to the original village they left.
Despite being back, a sense of urgency never left. Slowing down for anything even now would be bad.
They rush to enter a temple, breathing heavily while moving past healers. Tora slams open the sliding door where they see Tomo holding Aoi’s hand as the latter lays on the ground.
Mikey feels like his heart is beating super fast as Kosuke’s eyes scan over Aoi. The rise and fall of his chest makes the anxiety he feels dissipate a little.
“Thank the gods.” Tomo says shakily.
He seems somewhat relieved too, but not a lot. Aoi must have gotten worse while they were gone.
Tora runs to one of the healers and hands her the herbal ingredient they had worked so hard to get.
The healer immediately gets to work into making the ingredient into a paste. They carefully watch as the healer gently helps Aoi sit up.
He smiles at them tiredly, face flushed with fever. It looked like his body had been battling with it for a while now. Probably the whole time they were out.
From the patch over his eye, he has been fighting something else before this too.
“Th-Thanks. That was fast….”
Tora and Kosuke sit at his side.
“You’re going to get better after this, right?”
“O-Of course. Better….maybe even stronger….” He wheezes but smiles more.
The healer carefully begins removing the bandages.
To Mikey’s horror, Aoi’s eye is missing.
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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
c/w: slight angst, fluff, comfort
a/n: I literally just have brief description of Isaac from my best friend (@juaspaaa ) and I don't know how he acts so I hope this isn't bad 😭 and I have no clue how to reply to comments so..
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He'd seen you upset and stared at you, his eyes scanned your body and he don't know exactly what to do, he wasn't the best with comfort. He fiddled with his hands and looked at you again, your body was curled up and trembling. He wasn't one for comfort so he walked off to make you a drink.
You looked where he had just been stood and thought he was also stressed about work and tried to stop crying so you could comfort him but the tears wouldn't stop. They kept falling and you mumbled fuck under you breath, you felt so helpless. All you wanted to do was help Isaac now you were making him worse, or so you thought..
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen and made you a hot chocolate, even putting cream on top of it. He added a few sprinkles and had marshmallows beneath the cream he had put on. He had needed break from work and enjoyed making the hot chocolate.
"..i hope this will work"
he mentally slapped himself and sighed, feeling bad that he wasn't good at comfort. Sniffles came from your room, you stared at the space between your thighs where the carpet lay. You couldn't stop the bad thoughts, everything was bad.
You can't do this. You can't. Why? Why are you even here? Why am I here? Why? Oh god why. You spiralled out of control as fat blobs rolled down red cheeks, the salt burning your cheeks bitterly, leaving red tracks against your skin.
Isaac walked in with the hot chocolate when he saw you break down. You tried to get up and walk to your bed from the chair but found a blanket strangled your legs as you tripped over, grabbing onto the bed and crying, not even noticing isaac. You screamed out in frustration, grabbing a pillow with now scarred hands and threw it at the wall.
You grabbed anything and everything around you until it was a wreck. Why did you have to remember? You just wanted to forget. you wanted to forget all of the trauma.
"I hate y-you. So much. "
you stuttered out as you cried harder, you were startled when you heard Isaacs foot steps and jumped, whipping your head around as isaac saw your sweet innocence break into one of darkness and a grotesque feeling looked around you.
"Love- love. I'm here, I'm here okay? I'm always here.. Oh baby.. "
he swallowed the lump in his throat as he held you tight. Chests and stomachs held against each other. Your trembling figure slowly shakes gently. A large hand was brushing up your waist and back, the familiar intimacy calming you, this is all you needed. You didn't need to remember.
"I'm so sor-"
you croaked out as isaac cut you off.
"Don't say sorry you did nothing wrong. I'm here now.. Just relax.. That's it.. Relax.. "
he kissed a gently kiss into your head, his lips gently pressing into you comfortably. He travelled down to your face and kissed your cheeks, wiping away the salty tracks as you sniffled.
"Come on.. Let's get you to bed."
whispering, Isaac lifted your shaking body and placed you in bed. You panicked as he walked away. Had you done something? Oh god- no no no no.. - you went to mumble out anything as he grabbed your drink and placed it on your bedside table, then climbed into bed and spooned you. You push against him to get as close as possible as he kissed and gently bit your back.
"Your doing so well, I love you so much. I'm always here for you, you know? Please don't ever go anywhere without me.. "
Isaac mumbled as he kissed your neck, a comforting hand wrapped snugly around your waist. You sniffled and burried your head into his palm, his fingers brushing your cheek bone. This is all you ever needed. You don't need anyone else. Isaac was here always. He'd always comfort you. Your eyes felt heavy as you started to drift off, he noticed and smiled, kissing your body softly.
"Go to sleep, I'll be here. Your such a good boy for me.. "
another kiss pressed into your neck as you drifted off, the warmth and tightness of Isaac sent you into a nice sleep. One where you would still be wrapped in his arms. Always.
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a/n: this was so nice to write omg
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Dream a little dream #2
It happens again.
I’m in bed and it’s 5 am. I can’t sleep. I don’t want to anymore.
Suze is sleeping next to me, she rolls over and one of her arms fall over my waist, it grounds me, I’m suddenly not afraid of dreams anymore.
So, I dream.
I’m agitated, there’s a long dark hall in front of me, I can’t breathe properly, my body feels heavy, I’m covered in sweat and I can feel chills all over my skin, well not my skin per se. there’s a tug in my hand, I look down to see a little girl looking terrified. She has these big brown orbs for eyes, full of fear and despair. My mind is still foggy, I can’t recognize shapes or colors, everything is kind of foggy and dark.
I take a deep breathe, focus on the colors, think about the way light and darkness fall over shapes, I remember what people looks like, what beathing actually is and I finish stepping into this new skin of me, this borrowed body I’m currently habiting, I let its own conscious merge with mine, I ask for memories and it gives them to me.
Now I know.
But do I?
-Gwen- the little girl looks at me with tears running down her chubby brown cheeks, I can see her bushy hair now, brown like dark chocolate, small sweaty hands, worn down clothes, pink snickers and a really tattered pink teddy bear -Come here baby- I take her into my arms and I can feel the love and warmth this body exudes for her, I can see swings, beaches, a little pup, Christmases, birthdays, hospital beds and cemeteries, but they’re together, always together.
-Daddy? Are we dying? Is Momma going to be there? - the world gets blurry for a second, this body suddenly feels off, too much emotions, too much awareness of something off going on with them, he is fighting my own consciousness but I can’t let him win.
-No baby, nothing’s gonna happen, we’re going home- and then I hear it. The screech.
I take Gwen’s head and put it in my neck, silently telling this body I’m going to help as much as I can. I turn around breathing slowly and trying to calm myself to face what’s behind us.
-Play…- a small voice echoes in the hallway, the dark walls begin to take green and purple colors, there are no doors or windows, no escape for whatever lurks in the dark -Play with me Daddy- the voice sounds closer and closer but I can’t find its source, I can’t see shit and this body begins to shake like a leaf -Daddy? - a hand touches my shoulder, it’s cold and wet, long long fingers with long awful broken nails, I shriek and start running, Gwen trembles in my arms so I hug her tighter not letting her see or hear anything.
I run as fast as these legs can, the fear rises, control slips, a foot goes the wrong way down, I stumble to the ground but I take control right back and get up immediately, that doesn’t stop me from seeing what’s following me though.
Fucking Pennywise, freaking tall lanky clown dressed in white and red, funny perverted psychotic smiles, orange crazy eyes and a big fucking fair hammer in its hands. I know it’s not the real deal, Pennywise is just a fictional character, but this thing looks a lot like him, covered in bloody with its sharp teeth going on every direction.
I look forward again, cursing and screaming internally, the fog around the walls dissolves some more and I can see a dead end ahead of me, I rush forward anyways, maybe I can shape this, maybe this IS just a dream. I hold on even tighter to the little girl in my arms and pay little to no attention to the voice on this body telling to stop. The wall comes closer and closer, I close my eyes and prepare myself…
And then I open them again.
There is no fog, the ceiling is white, the walls are covered in drawings and posters, my body is my own, my sweat is my own, the hand on my waist is small but not chubby or child-like. I don’t scream for that wasn’t a nightmare, and if it was, it was not my own. I do not cry, they’re still alive. But I do get angry, I want to do something.
-Good or bad? - the hand on my waist tightens, the bed shifts and a light is turned on.
-Bad, I wanna go back – I hear a tired sight and then Suze’s footsteps as she goes to the kitchen to make some coffee while I begin my reentering process.
The process is not really that fancy or a real process per se, I just think about what happen and I let myself fall into it again. I begin by remembering the little girl, Gwen, the chubby cheeks, the small sweaty hands, the fear in her eyes, the comfort she was searching for in her father’s arms. I think about him, how it felt to be inside him, how his conscious welcomed me looking for some help, some light in those dark dark halls.
The world shifts and so do I.
There is no more fog, but there are no more halls either. There is a room, grey walls that don’t quite reach the floor, the floor is tile, white tile. Three of the four walls are completely bare, the one in front of me has thing attached to it, handles, bars, knobs, some hangers, rope attached to rings in the whit ceiling, and many other things that weird me out.
-Play Daddy- man I hate that voice, my right hands closes around a smaller one and I look down at Gwen, she doesn’t look as scared as before, more like determined, like she knows something I don’t, something I haven’t placed yet.
I take a second look around, between the floor and where the actual walls start there is at least a meter of distance and there is literally nothing holding the walls to the floor or the floor for all I can see, we could be floating in space and I wouldn’t know or doubt it. This is not my world, I don’t know its mechanics, its laws or its reality, maybe I haven’t had enough time to accept it, maybe this body doesn’t accept it either, maybe Gwen and He aren’t from here either.
The maybes swirl around my mind while I try to focus on the many objects displayed in the wall in front of these two bodies and three consciousness. And then I see it, a small tiny tinny duct high in the wall.
-Climb Daddy – Fucked up Pennywise 3.0 is on a far corner, hammer swinging in one hand, pink teddy bear in the other.
I walk ‘till the wall and look at the stuff attached to it, I put my hand on one of the handles but I noticed it’s not screwed into the wall, it looks like its just resting in there by some magic. I pull. It comes of the wall along my hand. I curse. We’re fucked. Well, they’re fucked.
None of the things in the wall are actually screwed into it, they’re just glued, maybe He can make it, but not the girl, the girl will die, this wet soggy version of Pennywise is going to chew her and spit her and play with her little body like a little pup playing with his favorite chew toy.
So I take a different stand, you see, some stories have to be played a certain way, you can’t just fuck around with them, saving the ones you like and killing the ones you don’t, but it’s okay to fuck up from time to time. Dreams are like that for me, I can let them play themselves, or I can actually step up and play around.
-Let’s play- I grab one of the big handles in the wall, the one like looks like an old rusty tube and I smile wickedly towards fake Penny.
Best thing is, he looks fucking terrified, and I may get caught for this, those fuckers following may get me, and fuck me up, and maybe even Suze if she doesn’t fuck them up first, but as I look at this freaking nightmare being terrified of the little narrative change I’m about to make, I can’t help but laugh and enjoy MY narrative.
……….
-Fucker? – I open my eyes tiredly, there’s a cup filled with delicious black coffee in front of me and I take it like its ambrosia and I’m some kind of thirsty mythic god.
-Dead, left him like that ass that called you a whore last week at the bar- Suze laughs and smirks like the little devil that she is, she has a pad on her lap and a pencil in her hand, a spare one into her scarlet hair keeping it up and away from her face.
-Host? – she gets her serious face on as I sit with my back to the headboard.
-Black, 36, male, dark brown eyes, out of shape, maybe poor or maybe that world was in bad shape, had a daughter with him, Gwen, 6, black too, chubby cheeks, brown eyes, dead mother, some kind of sickness – Suze starts sketching the new characters as I keep saying the little things I remember before it’s too late.
-World? Situation? - Suze switches from time to time to the second pen to take notes, letting her hair fall on one of her shoulders, like the blood that was covering that fucking clown.
-I don’t know, it was weird, some fantasy some not, dark, scary, foggy, there was a clown, Pennywise-like, it was fucking terrifying, I had to change the narrative, we´re probably being traced right now- Suze finishes sketching the new characters and takes notes in the new world two, she puts the number #231 on the top of it and hangs it on the wall alongside #015 the Superhero world.
She gets out of the bedroom and a couple minutes later I feel the house shifting, the bar and the apartment on top start moving like a Rubik’s cube and then we’re gone, off to some other part of the world where the people need a pub to go to drink and spill their secrets, a place where we’re going to stay until I dream of another world that needs a change on its narrative to save the hosts I end up liking.
-I hate my job – Suze fall on the bed again and turns the lights off.
-Sweet dreams little keeper, we both know you wouldn’t have so much fun with another dreamer – Suze groans and flips me the bird as I leave the room to start breakfast.
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k a t s u k i b a k u g o u
[ tags, smut, unprotected sex, a bit of strength, what? lol. no plot ]
with age restriction yes 🔞
awful, that’s how you have been feeling the whole time you’re under his stern observation. dreadful, for the way katsuki bakugou tugs his lips into a smirk.
“hmm, i can see you’ve got stain on your lips miss.”
not a stain! it’s a damn tint to make yourself look pleasant!
but katsuki bakugou would not accept any simplification. he closes the door behind him and gets a closer look of your ravishing lips.
are those lips capable of sucking him off? such lewd inquiry that only his mind could hear. be patient, he’d ask you sooner. that little voice inside of him added.
“i have to get dressed, katsuki. i have a–a– d–date,” you sound nervous, as you always were whenever he was around.
“believe me, y/n. you look better with your natural skin.” katsuki delivers a laugh that makes your knees tremble. his hands reach your robe, eyes making a contact with yours.
“i have a date–”
“do you like him more than me?” his words carries a huge force in them.
you’ve got no power in you to oppose with him so you just shake your head. no. you like him more than anyone else. you still like him despite of his mean treatments towards you.
“am I allowed to touch and to kiss you?” katsuki uses the gentleness you had witnessed him employed to those girls he’d dated.
you sway your left foot backward to garner a space away from him but he denies you of it. katsuki don’t even puff a breath when he lifts your weight and pushes you up against the wall. he pins his body against your, lips apart as he stares directly into your soul.
“may i, y/n?” you stare back at him. then you wonder your eyes on his pretty mouth. you don’t serve him an answer. instead, you erase the established gap between your mouth and his. your stained and peach flavoured lips lashes a fast touch on katsuki’s mouth twice.
he seems astonished with your action. the smirk he has on his face veers dangerously. katsuki presses his body onto you, putting some weight to tell you that he might ask for more than just a kiss.
“katsuki,” you gasp roughly when he rubs his hardness against your cunt. there has nothing under the robe you’re wearing, all flesh for him to devour.
“say my name again, baby.” his stern tune heat up your core. you say—no, you moan his name when he gives you a hard thrust as he rips you away from the material that gives your body a secure coverage.
your right toe touches the cold floor for awhile before you get drag up again by katsuki’s strong arms. he places you between his body and the cold stone behind you, crashing his lips against your lips.
“feel it, y/n. it’s getting hard for you.” your fingers fiddles with the cold metal of his leather belt as you unbuckle it around his hips.
you pull down his pants’ zipper and when you attempt to pull the actual pants as well, katsuki stops you and kisses you torridly as he guides you to where the bed is.
“please, please, i need you katsuki!” you look pathetic if you would ask yourself. but for him, you look hot, that you deserve a treat inside of you.
katsuki edicts you to lay down and spread your legs. he calls you pretty when you follow his order.
“gonna pummel that pretty cunt of yours because you deserve it, beautiful.”
you might cry from the flowery words he uses on you. the next words you speak makes his cock even harder.
you tell him to fuck you, “fuck me please.”
“immediately.” katsuki answers.
he picks only his bottom materials to remove and leave his black shirt on. katsuki kneels between your legs, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit. you close your eyes and breathe shakily. katsuki’s cock feels so hot against your cunt.
“put it in, katsuki. please—” he cuts you off by wrapping his big hand around your neck and licking your face. he laughs when you let out a noise. still sound pretty for him.
“you’re so desperate, baby.” he says before sucking your lips and at the very same moment, pushes his cock around your tightness. your body stiffens from the unfamiliarity of katsuki’s cock but right away, he soothes your unvoiced trouble through the gentle touch of his palms on your tits. he grasps your soft breasts and squeezes them as he begins to sway his hips between your legs.
katsuki keeps his slow pace at first, still playing with your tits and occasionally, leaning in down to your face to kiss your hot lips.
as the time progresses, he veers his thrust to a new level. slowly picking up the weight and force he’d use. your moans and shaky breath now ringing differently, katsuki knows it is time.
he permits another lustful kiss with your mouth before granting your lips a moment of liberty. straightening his back, katsuki’s calloused hands grips the both sides of your waist and drags his cock out. he smiles. a very captivating one. and then snaps his cock back into you repeatedly. he moves like an undomesticated man, bullying your warm walls until your body flinches from the approaching deliverance of arousal.
you get there first, breathe hitching as you pull him down to your face. katsuki smirks but grant you of your needs... another kiss.
as you enjoy yourself with the warmth of his mouth, katsuki keeps pounding into you, snapping his hips harder, reaching the deepest part of you.
“ah, shit. fuck this.” he feels his release consuming him so he breaks the kiss, putting you on chokehold as he spills inside you.
#bnha x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou smut#bakugou x you#bakugou katsuki#anime smut#my hero academia
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hurtful things
+synopsis: genshin boys and the hurtful things they said.
+genre: angst; headcanons.
+characters: kaeya; diluc; childe; zhongli.
+warnings: swearing; crying; implied panic attack.
+order: hey bubs! i saw you doing requests and i HAD to ask for genshin angst :) spare me some tears pls <//3 preferably w kaeya or diluc or childe :) [submitted by @crackheadsara]
+author’s note: okay so i included zhongli bc he’s the love of my life, also i needed comfort from him after writing such hurtful things :D
+navigation: main menu, genshin menu.
— KAEYA.
“i’m better off without you.”
you know from the way your door was knocked in the middle of the night on a weekday after months, that it’s kaeya. you rub your eyes sleepily, trudging towards the door as anger and doubt fuse into a nasty green in your mind.
you unlock the door, pulling it open to see the man with the eyepatch tapping his foot on the deck of your home impatiently. he smirks when his eye lands on you, attempting to walk in but stopping himself when he realizes you're standing at the door, unmoving.
"kaeya, it's three in the morning. and it's monday. i have to report to jean in three hours," you mumble tiredly as you look up at him. the lamp grass by your windowsill outside and the moonlit night accentuated his cerulean eyes and contrasting coffee-colored skin. he frowns, peering down at you as he asks, "may i come in?"
you shrug, opening the door wide as you let the man in. he places his sword on the table and proceeds to walk into the bedroom when you ask, "where have you been for the past two weeks?"
"work," his reply is the same. you let out a sigh in impatience as you retort, "that's the same excuse as always."
he was tired and wanted to sleep off the fatigue from his latest mission. but when he hears you say that, something in him snaps and he turns around, his jaw clenched and a fixed glare making you a little agitated. he raises an eyebrow as he says, "well, unlike you, i am an actual important member of the knights of favonius."
"kaeya, all i meant was that you're always gone. you never write a letter back even if i send you one, and you somehow manage to come back every single time, expecting that it doesn't hurt me. what am i supposed to do?" your voice is small as you look down, hair drooping towards the ground. you're not even yelling at him, you're just worried. he always leaves you alone(sometimes you tag along, but you couldn't tell why nowadays he'd leave you alone without some sort of warning).
"does it ever occur to you that you're just a hindrance?" he bites back, thinking that you're trying to put up a front. you flinch at his words, causing him to force a jeer before he starts again, "you always come along, so maybe i wanted to be away from you for a bit. that's why i leave without a warning so i don't have to tend to your yapping all day. because i'm better off without you."
you gasp as you look up to his figure, now retreating to your shared bedroom. you hear him fall onto the bed with a content sigh as you stand there, wiping at your tears incessantly as hiccups escape your lips. you bit your tongue to stop yourself from crying, pressing a hand on your mouth to muffle the sounds so you don't disturb kaeya. you get a quick peek in, eyes widening when you see him sound asleep and tucked in.
so that's how it was, you think.
the next morning, kaeya wakes up to a cold bed as his arm reaches out to an empty space. his eyes immediately pry open as he wakes up, to see that you weren't here.
ah, he ponders to himself, you must've gone to tend to your duties.
he stretches, letting out a yawn before walking out to the kitchen. he smiles when he sees a plate of food left for him on the countertop with a note from you. but somehow, something felt very wrong about this whole ordeal. this had happened before—he had come back from insanely long missions to you before, so what felt different?
and then it hits him. the things he said last night. he frantically looks around, his azure eyes completely drowned in horror as he notices small changes in your shared household. a few picture frames are missing on the living room walls, your keychain isn't on the bookshelf anymore, and worst of all, when he runs into the closet, half of your clothes are gone.
did you really feel that bad about what he said?
in panic, he runs out and keeps going till he reaches the headquarters of the knights. he barges in this time, not returning the greetings of the guards upfront as he walks into jean's office.
"where are they?" he pants, "i-i messed up, do you know where they are?"
jean's eyes widen as she says, "our associates were having a hard time handling with the fatui in liyue harbor so they volunteered to go there for sometime."
"how long has it been?"
"they left long ago, it's about to be around ten hours since," she says. kaeya's heart shatters as he hears those words. he hadn't expected you to outright leave like that, but if you had said the same things to him, he definitely would've stormed out. his voice cracks as he looks at the ground in shame, "h-how long until they'll be back?"
"i.. don't know."
he regrets everything he's said. he truly does because he doesn't even notice that tears are streaming down his cheeks until jean comes to his aid. he hates himself for all of it—he hates that he has to live in a home where traces of you are visible everywhere; worst of all, he hates how he knows he lost you for good. even if you come back, he knows you wouldn’t run and melt into his arms like you did before. you’re gone now, fading into the darkness and away from him.
maybe it was for the best.
— DILUC.
“you’re nothing but a burden.”
after taking on a few abyss mages and mitachurls, diluc lets a grunt out in pain before you see the slash on his right arm. you gasp, pulling him to the side of the lake as you pull out a bandage and cotton from your bag to clean his wounds. he's reluctant to it at first, but he sits there quietly and broods as you clean the blood with cotton and some type of healing ointment.
you tie the bandage on his arm, a tiny bit of vermillion liquid seeping through the white cloth before sitting down next to him, finally catching a breath. sighing, you look up at him and say, "that was reckless."
"no, what you did was reckless. who told you to come along with me to dadaupa gorge? you knew what you were getting into when you came along, so don't put this on me," he grumbled, frowning as you look at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. you are sort of hurt, but you know he's only saying this in faux indignation, so it's okay. you chuckle out, beginning, "diluc, i was-"
"i don't know why i even bother with you at this point," he exasperates, looking into the distance behind you. he curses slightly under his breath, his rouge eyes filled to the brim with anger as it finally overflows, "you're nothing but a burden."
your eyes suddenly flick to gape at him in disbelief. you stand up, your voice hitching in your throat as you ask, "diluc, you mean that?"
and it all simmers down into ashes when he mumbles "of course i do" under his breath. your vision is blurry as you walk away from the red-haired man, your body trembling as you almost give away that you're crying your eyes out. you walk back in the direction the two of you came from, leaving your broken heart in the hands of diluc, who sat by the lake not muttering a word after.
he knows he's said things he doesn't mean; he does that all the time, but you probably knew that. he figures you're leaving to catch a breath of fresh air—to be away from the tension-filled environment for a bit, you had a habit of doing that at home. he sighs as he ponders over his words for a bit. he knew it was wrong to display such harshness to you, but you probably knew he didn't mean anything by it. he always bubbled over rash things when he was frustrated.
the sun sets in front of him, painting hues of aubergine and peach as it flows down. he wonders where you are, getting up from his spot by the lake to venture towards the path you walked off.
only when he can't find you, is when he thinks that you might've actually taken offense to his words. although he cares about you sincerely, he finishes his mission first, getting a lead on the abyss order—because protecting monstadt was his first priority. you lingered in his mind every second of every day till he finally got back home. and when he didn't find you there, he asks adelinde about it, who only shakes her head and tells him, "i'm sorry, master diluc, but i haven't seen them come back. i thought they were with you."
it all pieces together in his mind now, how a small gasp had escaped your lips when he had called you a burden. the way you nodded begrudgingly, getting up and walking away from his presence as your shoulders trembled. the way he could hear you choke back a sob, but still ignored it, thinking you had overreacted in the situation.
he searches the whole city for you. he searches every nook and corner, and even walks into the headquarters of the knights of favonius(he ignores kaeya's teases instead of biting back this time). and when he finally sees you, he holds himself back. his hand is suspended awkwardly in the air as he reaches out for you, your back turned towards him.
maybe this was better—maybe it was a good thing that you had walked away from him. this way, the abyss order won't be able to harm you. this way, he won't be able to harm you. this way, you'll be safe and sound, away from the storm known as diluc ragnvindr.
— CHILDE.
“it’s not like you mean anything to me.”
it's not often you see childe. he's always in liyue, and you're here, stuck in monstadt or snezhnaya. it's cold today(as it always is) in snezhnaya, the snow covered almost everything outside as you looked out of your window, sipping on hot coffee as you sigh at the wilting roses on the sill. they'd wilted when you had gone to monstadt and you didn't have the heart to plant new ones.
just thinking about the blue-eyed childish man would make your heart bloom and cheeks flustered. you longed to spend more time with him, really. if only he wasn't affiliated with the fatui, he'd be able to spend more time with you. it had been months since you had seen him, and you longed to be in his arms once again, but who knows when that'll happen again? whenever he comes home, he chooses to spend a night with you and then head back. he'd laugh alongside you, tell you about his adventures, and give small reactions when you told him about yours. and the next morning, you'd wake up to an empty bed with a small note by the table, saying how he has to leave for work.
a knock at your door snaps you out of your entranced state. as you open the lock and look out, you see childe, standing there with a tired grin and disheveled hair as he walks in without a word. he hands you a small paper bag, saying, "i brought you back something from liyue this time."
the same excuse, you think. it's always the same. he brings back small mementos and souvenirs as a pretense for staying, and by the time you think you can forgive him, he's gone. he plops down onto the sofa, stretching his arm out so you could join him. the thought of confronting him crosses your mind, but you shake it off—since he had only just gotten back.
the night is the same as always. talking about each others' adventures, eating dinner by the fireplace, laughing alongside one another until you hit the bed. it's quiet now as you watch over his sleeping figure, his lapis-colored eyes now hidden. you sigh as you lay there for hours on end, twiddling with his brown hair as you wait for him to wake up(so this time you can actually say goodbye).
when his eyes flutter open, he's a little taken aback when he looks over at you to see you wide awake. his brows furrow just a smidge as he says, "you're up."
"well, i wanted to say goodbye this time," you chuckle dryly, "you always leave without waking me up."
"i don't like the way you said that," he says, getting up from his position on the bed. you look away from him, your eyes displaying hurt as you murmur, "i don't like the way you leave."
"well, it's my job. it's not like i'm an adventurer like you, wasting my time around. i'm a harbinger and i have responsibilities," he says. his voice is neither too soft and nor too prickly, and you can tell that he's a little worked up by the way he lightly nips on the skin of his bottom lip as his gaze bores into you.
"i didn't say you don't. all i said was that you could maybe sometimes stay for more than one night. it feels like you're using me, and when you're bored, you leave."
"oh?" he cocks an eyebrow as he stands up, "i'm using you, huh?"
you grimace at the tone of his voice, and when you look at him, you notice the sheer annoyance he puts up towards you. your voice is small when you ask him if he loves you—because you don't know anymore. seeing him once in a few months for the past few years has sure hurt you more than anything, and if you don't tell him now, then you might never get a chance.
"what if i say i don't?" he smirks, walking up to you, "it's not like you mean anything to me. what if i agree that i am using you to make myself happy until i'm bored, so i can then throw you away?"
he doesn't like what he's saying either. his mind is screaming at him to stop, but he's worked up. he's irritated by the way you jabbed at him first thing in the morning, even though he knows you're right. his heart almost stops when he looks at the expression on your face after he says those words, and as he reaches out his hand for you, you turn away.
your voice cracks, and he's sure his heart did as well when you mumble, "i-i'd like you to leave, please."
"wait, i didn't mean-"
"tartaglia," your eyes look into his, perhaps for the last time, as you give him a sad smile, "you don't have to come back to me anymore."
it hurts him as he leaves your home that morning. it hurts him when he comes back months later to see that your home is now empty. it hurts him because he tarnished the you that was once his.
it hurts him, but he thinks it's for the best if you stay away from him if all he does is bring you pain.
— ZHONGLI.
“i’d like you to leave me alone.”
zhongli was never one to pick fights. he was peaceful; his thoughts were positive(most of the time), and he almost always preferred to talk about his problem rather than fighting about it—he believes that fighting will only bring pain, so why not confide in one another about our problems instead?
he's quiet. he's not shy(it's quite the opposite, actually), but he's one to prefer to only talk when absolutely necessary. he's the type to listen rather than speak, saying something like, "we have two ears and one mouth. speak less than you listen."
he smiles when his mind goes back to the time when he said that to you while having a cup of tea together, and you'd replied, "my mother used to tell me that when i was a child."
because it's true; every child in liyue harbor has heard those words at least once in their lives. the quality of listening is appreciated more than the quality of speaking—and zhongli, for one, was a listener.
you, on the other hand, were a speaker. you always woke him up every morning with a smile as bright and everlasting as the sun, babbling about breakfast and tea as he got up from the bed. you were the one that carried conversations on your shoulders on morning walks, you were the one that intertwined your fingers with his as the two of you walked amongst flowers, adoring them as you talked about the contrasting colors of silk flowers and glaze lilies. he loved you for that. he loved you because you were a speaker. he loved you because you were a perfect balance, the only one who could soften his hardened heart. the only one whom he'd chosen to wake up next to in the mornings, the only one whom he'd let ruffle his hair without asking(because he secretly liked it).
so why had he reversed the roles tonight? why was he the one to bubble out his frustrations to you, speaking in a cold and stern manner instead of the loving tone that was only reserved for you? why was he the one to speak tonight, and why were you the one to listen?
it's not like he was actually frustrated—he was only thinking about something else as you asked him what he wanted for dinner. it surely wasn't your fault when he had poured over turbulent words to you. and he knows that the ones that hurt the most probably were, "i'd like you to leave me alone."
he looks up at the stars, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he walks back into his shared home with you. he looks around, and when there's no sign of you, he feels himself break apart even more.
had you actually left? he wants to run to you and tell you he hadn't meant any of those words because he hadn't. he wants to touch you, to caress you, to please you, to make you smile—and he wants to admit he was wrong. he wants to make it right, but he doesn't know where you are.
he walks into the empty bedroom, sitting on the cold mattress as his eyes sting. he doesn't understand what's happening, or why there are small drops of water falling from his eyes. he doesn't understand why everything feels heavy all of a sudden—his heart, his throat his lungs, everything. he doesn't understand why he feels like he's trapped in a box, and the water seems to be filling up more quickly than he'd prefer. he wants to reach for air, but he can't.
he couldn't breathe without you.
he hears the door close and immediately gets up in haste to walk to the living room where he sees you take off your boots. you turn around to see him, his disheveled hair and frantic eyes finally calming as he walks over to you and engulfs you in a warm embrace. his throat cleared up, and so did his heart and lungs as he mumbles against your ear, "i'm so sorry."
you smile smally, looking up at him as you cup his cheeks and wipe a stray tear, and mutter, "it's okay, zhongli. stress gets to the best of us."
god, how he loves you. he places a small peck on the top of your forehead as he feels his lips turn upward at your touch and the scent of glaze lilies lingering over you tells him that you'd been to the flower garden. he sleeps with your fingers weaved with his that night and pulls you even closer if you untangle with him in sleep.
he makes a promise to himself saying he'd never hurt you like that again, and he keeps it.
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I am in dire need of Harry ben and Oliver content please give us A LOT I beg of you
Ben and Oliver are by the side of the stage as they watch Harry rock the encore of his show. They're both smiling and bobbing their head to the beat.
"I really do like it when he wears overalls," Ben mused loudly as he watched Harry pretty much leap from the bottom of the stairs to the top. "I'm positive he has springs in his feet. No human should be able to just do that," he said.
As It Was wrapped up and the build-up for Kiwi was in full swing. Oliver wrapped his hand around Ben's shoulder. "Please tell me you've noticed that he definitely touches himself more when we're here?" Oli asked.
Ben chuckled and nodded. "Oh yeah, I've noticed. It's not exactly news that the boy likes being watched.. especially by us," he said and nudged Oliver with his hip.
"Well we'll be sure to give him that attention later tonight," Oliver said while watching. Kiwi for sure was one of those songs that were just magic to watch even if you'd watched it many many times before. The energy was just electric and Harry would always give it his all.
It was nearing the end and Ben bent down to grab his bag. "We should head to the car," he said and they gave Harry one last look before they were escorted to the car they'd all be driving off in.
Oliver and Ben plucked their earplugs out as they got into their seats and put them away. The door was open so they could hear the screams of the crowd before it got quiet, letting them know Harry had gone off stage and was making his way to them.
"What time is our flight tomorrow?" Oliver asked as he ruffled his hair and leaned back in his seat. "Want to sleep in,"
"We have to be packed and ready to go by 10.30 so that's plenty of time," Ben looked down at his watch before looking out the car door and down the hall. He had a bad feeling and it felt like it was taking forever for Harry to show up.
"Sorry, is everything alright?" Ben asked as he saw the security guard listening closely to his radio.
The security held up a hand as he kept listening. "Yeah, he's on his way. Something about his foot though?" he said. "Just stay in the car," he added.
Ben grimaced and nervously started bouncing his foot.
"Hey, I'm sure it's nothing. If it was really bad they wouldn't be coming here," Oliver said and put his hand on Ben's knee and stroked his thumb back and forth.
"Should've just stayed up there with him until he was done," Ben mumbled but put his hand on Oliver's and squeezed.
Suddenly the doors opened and Ben saw Harry in between Paddy and Ryan, one arm around each of them as he hopped on one leg towards them.
Harry's face was pinched and he was looking down at the ground as they walked/hopped over.
"What happened?" Ben asked as he and Oliver helped Harry get into the car with Paddy keeping Harry steady while Ryan got in the front seat. Paddy closed the door before joining Ryan in the front and then they were driving.
"Harry?" Oliver asked and touched Harry's neck softly.
Harry's bottom lip started trembling and he pressed his hands against his eyes. "I think I sprained my ankle," he whimpered. "It hurts," he whispered.
Ben looked down at Hary's foot before looking over at Oliver, and he could feel the panic growing in him.
Oliver met his eyes and showed him a deep breath while he moved closer to Harry and hugged him. "I'm so sorry, baby. Once we get to the hotel we'll have a look at it and put some ice on it okay? See how it looks," he said gently before he kissed Harry's cheek.
"Okay," Harry whispered, his body shaking as he tried his best to not cry and fall apart in the back of the car.
After the longest 10-minute car journey of their lives, they pulled into the parking garage at the hotel.
Oliver and Ben each took a side and helped Harry make his way into the elevator and up to their room before they said goodbye to Paddy and promised to let him know if they needed a medic or anything at all.
Once the door clicked shut and Oliver had locked it, Harry let out a sob. "Daddy! It hurts!" he sobbed and held on to his foot as he sat on the bed.
Ben propped some pillows behind him before helping Harry ease down on them. "I'm right here. Sir is going to look at your foot okay? And I'm going to stay right here,"
Harry shook his head. "No! It'll hurt! Please, I don't want it to hurt," he begged and tried to sit back up but Ben wouldn't let him.
"I'm going to be super careful alright? Take it nice and slow but you need to lie back and try to relax as much as possible," Oliver explained. "Focus on Daddy"
Harry whimpered and looked at Ben as he cried.
Oliver very carefully started untying Harry's shoe and every so gently eased it off his foot. "How does that feel?" he asked, keeping Harry's ankle steady with his hand.
"I don't know," Harry sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "Hurts," he whined, grabbing on to Ben's shirt and pulling him closer.
"Being so brave, baby," Ben told him and kissed his forehead.
Oliver started easing off the sock Harry was wearing and carefully looked at the ankle. He couldn't see any swelling or bruising yet which was a very good sign. "Ben, can you hand me a pillow or two?" he asked.
"Is it broken?" Harry cried and whimpered.
Ben handed over some pillows before taking a look at the ankle himself.
"No, I don't think so, bubs. Think you're very lucky and have just rolled it badly. There's no swelling or bruising so that's very good but I'll wrap it up and put some ice on it so it'll feel better," Oliver explained as he propped Harry's foot on the pillows.
Harry glanced down at his foot and whimpered before he popped his thumb in his mouth and grabbed for Ben.
Ben sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around Harry, pulling him close for a cuddle. "Hey, I'm so proud of you. You did so good tonight at your show," he told him as he stroked his arm.
"Thank you, Daddy," Harry mumbled around his thumb as he snuggled closer while watching Oliver getting something to wrap his ankle in and an instant ice pack from his workout bag.
Oliver came back over to the bed. "You ready? I'll be really careful but it might not feel too nice," he said as he got the bandage out from the plastic.
Harry whimpered but gave a little nod before closing his eyes and turned his head towards Ben.
Once Oliver had wrapped Harry's ankle and had gotten the ice pack cold and it was resting on his ankle, Oliver looked up and smiled as he saw Ben stroking Harry's hair slowly and Harry's chest was rising up and down slowly and evenly.
"Turn down the lights," Ben whispered as he looked over at Oliver before carefully lowering Harry down on the bed after taking away the pillows behind his back.
Oliver turned off most of the lights, just leaving on one of the lights by the bed. "Never seen him fall asleep so fast after a show. Must be exhausted," he commented quietly. "Still in his show clothes,"
Ben nodded and put the blanket over Harrys one lag and his chest. "Mmmm, we can try and take them off him a bit later. Want him to fall asleep a bit deeper first," Ben replied as he looked at Harry's face. "I'm always amazed how he goes from Harry Styles the singer to our Harry. He looks so little and vulnerable like this," Ben whispered while stroking Harry's cheek gently.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Oliver smiled. "From running his hands over his crotch in front of thousands of people to sucking on his thumb,"
Ben smiled too. "He's pretty special," he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. "Love you," he whispered before pulling back to let him sleep in peace.
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Helping Hand 10
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You toss and turn, as much as you can with your injured shoulder. You fall asleep caught up in your exchange with Jonathan, replaying it until it distorts to dreamy nonsense. Just the sight of his face skewed in your subconscious.
When you wake, it is less than peaceful. You almost scream at agony tearing through your muscles. You must’ve rolled the wrong way. You manage to push yourself onto your back and grunt, wheezing out the pain as your eyes prick with tears.
You shake as you push yourself up, cradling your arm as you fix your sling to support it. It is unlike anything you've felt before. As if a rusty blade is sawing through your muscle.
You look down at your shirt, the borrow cotton tugging at your nerves. You still don't remember what happened to your uniform. Your assumption unsettles you too much to acknowledge. Would he really do that?
You stand slowly, moving at a snail's pace as you take in the unfamiliar place. You can't help but admire it. He keeps a fine house, the type you never could, the kind Andy nagged you for all those years.
You wander into the kitchen, as pristine and stylish as the rest of the house. It's like stepping into a lifestyle magazine. You stop short of the end of the counter and muse at propriety. It doesn't feel right to disturb the perfection, or as a guest to help yourself.
You turn back as a yawn greets you, wafting down the hall. Jonathan enters in only a towel, his blond hair speckled with beads of water as his skin glistens. He drops his arms and fixes the knot at his waist, clearing his throat as he gives a grin.
"Morning," he purrs, "I thought you'd still be asleep."
"Uh, no," you try to cross your arms out of habit and cry out.
"Oh, dear, do not tax yourself," he rushes closer as you shy away. Anyone with a body like his would be so unbothered in his half-naked state, "please, coffee? Tea? Whatever you've come in search of, I can take care of it."
You sigh and run your fingers along the seam of the sling. You chew your lip and your eyes list to the wall.
"Coffee, please," you relent. "Just something to get me going, then I'll be out of your hair."
"I am in no hurry to have you gone," he assures.
"But I should be," you sniff.
He sighs and goes to work. You listen as he opens and closes a cupboard, working swiftly at the counter. Soon the aroma of coffee brews and tickles your nose.
"Come, you should sit, it will be a few minutes," he gestures you into the hall, "after you."
You put your head down and go ahead of him. Even with the sling, you arm feels heavy. You step onto the runner that trims the hardwood and carefully pad across the embroidered pattern.
The world shifts suddenly and it's as if the rugs been pulled out from under you. Literally. You stumble forward, jarring your tortured muscles, twisting around desperately so you land on your hip with a startling force.
You lay on your side, whimpering as you peek down to your feet. You see the rug crumpled as Jonathan pulls his foot from atop it. He shows his teeth and tuts.
"Ah, no, darling," he nears and looks down at you, "my designer did mention I should put some trackpads under that to keep it in place."
You tremble as you try to sit up, your lower back struck with an electric pain. You writhe and clutch your shoulder, legs bent as you whine. It was an accident right, he wouldn't…
"Are you hurt?" He asks with enough concern to muffle your doubts. Why would he do that? No, you're just paranoid.
You push with hand, trying to sit up and yelp again. Your tears break through as you collapse. You shake your head.
"No, I'm… hurt."
"Darling, you really can't help yourself," he chuckles. "Here, we can't have you on the couch, you'll need proper support."
He kneels and scoops you up easily, lifting you to cradle you against his naked torso. You groan as your head lolls, the pain rippling in your vision. It's too much to think straight but you know this isn't right. You have bad luck but it can't be that bad.
"What are you doing?" You hiss.
"Taking you to bed," he says, "I've a guest room. I would've shown you earlier but I didn't want to overextend you."
"Ah, ah," you cry out, "I… I should see the doctor–"
"Hush hush, darling, we'll get you abed and figure all that out," he climbs the stairs, unhindered by your added weight.
You squeeze your eyes shut and gnash your teeth. You have no choice but to surrender to his control. You can't do much more than fold like a broken doll.
You open your eyes as he enters a room and you glance over at the crisp white bedding. He lays you over it, carefully pulling back the blanket and leaving it folded back beside you. He stands straight, looking down at you with his hands on his hips, smirking. He's smirking.
"Jonathan," you murmur, "why–"
"You've fallen. Very unfortunately," he tisks, "you're in no state to return to work or be alone."
"Why would you–"
"How could you trip so carelessly? It is only lucky I was here to assist you," he lifts a finger in reproach, "and to see you well."
"Jonathan…" you croak.
"Not to worry, I'll fetch the painkillers. Ah and your coffee, it should be ready," he declares as he wags his finger and struts to the door. He pauses and looks back over his shoulder, "and I'll be certain your ex-husband cannot impede your recovery. No calls."
He winks and sets back on his path. You gape after him, choking on agony as you cling to your shoulder. This can't be real.
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~~Send Me A Headcanon and I’ll write a dabble for it! ~~
@skribblz This made me laugh so much upon reading it because I feel the exact same way leajrekjrjkaekark
Because I can, I'm writing both of these prompts! This will be 1 of 2! :D I love Ryusui, so any opportunity to write for our extravagant sailor is a great time! I've gotcha friend!
Decided to go with Tsukasa as the lee because I fell down a Ryukasa rabbit hole and now I ship it earkjejjkajreakr
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“A sailor’s instincts are rarely wrong.” Ryusui raised his chin high as he looked out to the horizon. “There will be rain.”
Tsukasa looked out towards the horizon with him, searching for graying clouds. “I don’t see anything…” There wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
“Not the kind of clouds I’m referring to, love.” Ryusui turned, taking the other’s chin in hand and gently turning him so they were eye to eye. “You’re about to cry.”
Tsukasa blinked. Was he? His throat suddenly felt tight.
“That’s…not likely.” He pulled away, turning back to the horizon in hopes whatever just came over him would pass. Ryusui had a rather annoying habit of making him feel things he didn’t want to comprehend.
“Not likely indeed- not if I have anything to say about it!” The pirate suddenly charged, easily shoving an unsuspecting Tsukasa into the sandy beach and sitting on him. “I am Ryusui Nanami! What I desire, I obtain, and right now, I desire your laughter!” He didn’t wait before he plunged his hands into Tsukasa’s armpits, wriggling his fingers.
“Hm! N-No! Ryusui get off-” Tsukasa tried to stiffen up, hoping he could block away the ticklish feeling spreading over his nerve endings. Normally he’d just let whomever was tickling him have their fun. Ryusui made him want to resist.
“Hahaha! Don’t fight it, Tsukasa! A sailor knows when somethings working!” Ryusui leaned down, nose to nose with the stubborn man below him. “Trembling limbs, a smile fighting to come through, I can practically hear the laughter shaking in your chest.” He grinned suddenly, eyes dancing dangerously. “Don’t hold out on me.”
“Gehet back! Youhoure tohoo clohose!” A chuckle escaped. Then another. Soon the brunette was laughing helplessly beneath a giggly Ryusui, unable to hold out anymore. “Aheheahhahahahha! Ryuhuhuhuuhsui, enohoohohohohuhgh!”
“Gahahaha! Your laugh is a treasure trove I claim for myself!!” Ryusui declared, sweeping a hand up to Tsukasa’s chin and earning a whole new array of snorts and wheezes from him. “A sound worth more than the weight of gold!”
“Nohohohohow your juhuhuhuhst flihihihihihirting! Stahahhahap ihiihihihihit!” Tsukasa could feel his face start to burn, the sailor’s words making his heart do weird little skips. Desperate to escape, he shot a hand up to Ryusui’s waist and softly dug in, praying it would have some effect.
“GEHAHHA!” Ryusui squawked, startling Tsukasa so badly he immediately retracted his hands. “Ohohoho! Bold aren’t you?” The blonde recovered, an evil smile painting over his face as he flipped around. “Fine then- let’s put this golden nugget of information I’ve obtained to use, shall we?”
“Ryusui, this isn’t necessary-Ehehahahahahahaha! Waahhahait! Whahahahit don’t!” Tsukasa spasmed when the other attacked his leg, one hand squeezing his knee while the other dragged over his foot with gentle repetition. “Nohohooho fahahhahahir!”
“All is fair in the world of Ryusui Nanami!” The blonde cackled, relishing with each new sound produced by the other. “There will be no dark clouds here! Not on my watch!”
I hope this was good!
#headcanons to dabbles#dr stone#nanami ryusui#tsukasa shishio#ryukasa#tickle#tickle dabble#No one ask me where this takes place I have no idea#I need to read the manga#All I know is this sailor man literally declared he desired Tsukasa at some point in the manga and that's all she wrote#but really AHHH#onto sengen for the next one!#dr stone spoilers#dr stone ova spoilers
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The Island | KTH (Seven)
Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?
Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.
Word Count: 10.6k
Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) maid outfit, spanking, vaginal fingering, panty sniffing, pussy slapping, Oc’s ex is an ass, use of a vibrator, mirror sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, rougher sex, choking, sad oc, vulnerable Tae,
Notes: Ch7 is here! A lot goes on but I hope you guys like this chapter. I would say the second part of the story is truly beginning. ;) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)
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Month 7
“I believe you missed a spot.” You glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung pointing down at some random spot on the lower shelf of the bookcase. His expression is dark, his eyes half lidded as he gazes at you. You turn around to face him, your breasts pushed out thanks to the…outfit…you are wearing. You reach forward with the white duster in hand and lightly sweep it across his chest.
“Where?” You tease. “Here?” You slide the duster lower until it barely grazes over his crotch.
Taehyung slightly moves his head to the side as he pushes a short breath of air out, he looks up as a sly smile draws itself on his perfect lips.
“Finish dusting the bookshelf,” he sounds amused, “Down there, I want you bent over, making sure it’s perfectly cleaned.” He points low again.
You raise your brows and say ‘Ah’, turning back around to face the shelves again. “Yes, Taehyung.” You whisper out and he smirks.
Your maid outfit is quite short on you, the material tight around your body. It’s very low cut giving Taehyung the perfect view of your pushed up breasts that he basically drools at the sight. But now he is getting the view of your ass. The way you are bent over, dusting the shelf has his pants getting tighter and tighter around his cock.
Taehyung walks forward until his crotch is directly pushed up against your cheeks, and his hands are gripping at your waist.
“Lower, clean lower.” He instructs and you begin to bend lower, your ass on fuller display now, the black lacey thong doing little to cover you and leaving nothing to the imagination. Taehyung’s eyes slowly skim down your back until they are settling at your cheeks being pushed up against him.
“Am I doing a good job?” you wiggle your ass and he bites down on his bottom lip. Hard. His plump flesh stuck between his teeth as he continues to stare down at you. You start moving your ass side to side, up and down. Circling your hips into his crotch and Taehyung sighs out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Don’t make me fuck you right here.” He warns, his voice is tight and strained. You can’t help but push back harder, feeling his hardening cock grow against your cheeks. Taehyung steps back from you, his hands sliding from your waist to your ass. He squeezes the cheek and gives one side a generous spank.
“Keep moving your hips.” He commands, “Fuck yourself onto my fingers.” And then his hand slides down until his fingers are at your wet folds, the material of your thong barely covering you. With his other hand he begins to slip your underwear off of you, he squats behind you dragging them down your legs, slowly…very slowly. You whine when he takes his time, he is always taking his fucking time. It drives you absolutely nuts.
“For fucks sake, woman.” He breathes out, “You are so fucking wet. You like dressing up this much? You like teasing me this much?” he lifts one foot at a time as he takes the underwear off of you. He brings the panties to his nose and sniffs the soaked material.
“Mm.” He throws the thong to the ground, and gets closer to your bare pussy.
You wiggle your ass again and he darkly chuckles, he brings his hand forward and lightly slaps your wet cunt.
“Taehyung!” You moan, you voice shaking as your arousal begins dripping down your pussy and onto your inner thighs. “Please touch me again.”
“My fingers.” He says, “That’s all you get.”
His fingers play at your folds again, they slide between them, gathering your juices. His fingers are so intimidatingly beautiful and long and you anticipate the feel of them entering you. But he doesn’t quite yet, he just continues to slide them between your folds. The tips of his fingers brushing against your clit, leaving you whining.
“I only have one rule for you baby girl.” Taehyung leans forward to kiss your right ass cheek. “You have to be loud. I want every microphone in this place picking up your moans.” He finally dips a finger into your hole and you cry out.
“That’s it. But louder.” He leaves another kiss as he enters another finger. The high pitched moan that leaves your lips should be illegal, it is such a cry in pleasure that it is obvious that his fingers bring you a feeling of euphoria.
“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You start chanting his name, in hopes he will enter another long finger but instead he starts to slowly, very fucking slowly, thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curls them in a way that brushes against your most sensitive fucking spot that has you rocking your hips along with his movements.
“That’s it baby.” He stops moving his hand, but continues to curl and scissor his fingers in you as you fuck his fingers. You rock your hips back and forth, choosing a quick pace as you fuck his long, delicious fingers. Your long, dragged out moans fills his ears and he just smiles as he stares at your pussy. His cock is aching. He wants to fuck you so bad. But as said before, he is a man of self-control. His ability to refrain from fucking you rough and quick astonishes even him.
“Taehyung!” you whine, “Oh god!”
His fingers continue to hit that spot inside you that has you tensing so hard, you clench around his fingers and moan loudly, so fucking loudly that you don’t even recognize yourself.
“That’s it…that’s it.” His other hand sneaks its way around your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. He starts rubbing tight circles, your knees shaking and your body starting to give out.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna…” you pant, “Can I come? Please?” you move against him faster.
Taehyung licks his lips, he watches at your juices run down your legs and he feels so fucking pleased with himself. He finally starts thrusting his fingers into you once again, at a brutal pace while his other fingers still work themselves on your clit. Your shaky legs give out on you and you fall to all fours on the floor. Your face smooshed in the carpet as you raise your ass higher in the air.
“You can come.” He gives his permission and you groan out loudly, “Now.” He says with a low voice. You feel the wave of your orgasm hit you, it washes over you wave after wave, drowning you in pleasure. Your body is about to fall completely to the floor when Taehyung’s fingers leave your body to catch you.
“That’s it baby.” He whispers, “You did so fucking well.” He starts rubbing your back as he pulls you into his chest. “You put on quite the show. I bet these fuckers watching are creaming their fucking pants right now.” He chuckles. You breathe heavily into his chest, a small laugh leaving your mouth.
“How about we shower?” he offers, his hand still on your back. “Clean you up.”
“I want…I want you to come too…” you say between harsh breaths, “Not fair that I—”
“Oh baby.” Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and laughs. “You think I wouldn’t come at the sight of you? You think my cock stayed good? Stayed pure? You think I didn’t explode in my pants watching you fuck my fingers? Watching you on all fours in this fucking outfit?”
You lift your head from him with a confused expression until a smirk plays at your lips.
“You came? Just watching me? Without touching yourself?”
Taehyung opens his eyes to gaze at you, his licks his lips and brings your hand to dip inside his pants. The feeling is wet and sticky and your eyes widen.
“You’re just too fucking sexy.” He admits with a dark chuckle, “Sometimes I allow myself to lose a little control, you know?”
Dear Lord, this man drives you fucking nuts. You lean in to find his lips…you don’t think you will ever get used to this. The feeling of his lips on yours…the feeling of this.
But something is off. You feel it deep within your bones. And nothing makes you more afraid.
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“W-What do you mean?” you feel your lip tremble. “What are you talking about?”
“This has gone on too long, y/n. I had to do something about it.” Ben’s lips are set in a firm line. “You are crossing too many boundaries.”
“Boundaries? I just told them we—”
“We what?” he snaps. “You blabbed and lied to the whole office.”
“L-Lied?” you feel your body get really warm, slowly filling with rage. “What are you talking about? Lied?”
“Saying we are in some sort of romantic relationship? How delusional are you?” he grits out, “So I was nice to you a few times, but you become so delirious and imagine we are in some sort of relationship?” he scoffs, “It’s truly sick.”
You pull your eyebrows together, completely confused and shocked at his words. What is he fucking saying? What is he going on about?
“I filed a complaint about you to HR. They will deal with this legally.”
“L-Legally?” You’re speechless. “What the fuck are you talking about Ben?” you glance towards his cracked open office door, you know at the volume you two are speaking at you can be heard.
“You told me you loved me!” you cry out. “You have fucked on this very desk!” you point at his office desk and look at him incredulously.
“Christ’s sake, y/n. I will call security.”
You feel tears bubble in your eyes and they begin streaming down your face.
“Ben? What is this about? Why are you doing this?”
“This is truly unprofessional.” He walks closer to you then leans down to whisper in your ear. “If I were you, I would just go.” Then leans away with a dark smirk on his face.
“Fuck you.” You spit out, “Go to fucking Hell.” You turn towards his office door and swing it open, walk through, and slamming it shut.
You wipe at your face, walking to your cubicle to gather your things. Layla stares at you from her seat and shakes her head disapprovingly.
“You’re so pathetic.” She snarls, “Making all this shit up.”
You whip your head in her direction, not believing your ears. Sure, you kept your relationship a secret for a while and maybe she has a hard time believing that but—
“Did you do all this because you were jealous?” Layal spits out, “That he would flirt with me? Did you want it to be you?”
“Layla—”
“Get out of here.”
You feel weak. Too weak to respond, too weak to defend yourself. You gather your things and make your way out of the buildings floor, to the elevators. You cry the entire way down to the ground floor. Not believing a thing that just happened to you. The man you have been with for over 6 moths just betrayed the fuck out of you, just embarrassed you in front of the entire office. He ruined you. You will never recover from this. How could you?
“So she…chose him over you?” Taehyung’s deep voice crawls all over your skin as he asks the question that depresses you further.
“I guess…” you bring a cracker to your lips, sticking it between them but not eating it. You stare blankly at the couch cushion beneath you, not entirely wanting to have this conversation.
“But you two were friends…” Taehyung scrunches his face in displeasure, he’s starting to get peeved, you can tell.
“It’s fine, Tae.” You finally open your mouth and take a bite of the cracker and swallow the dry food in one go. The crackers slowly making its way down your throat, a lump is formed and you reach towards the coffee table a gulp down some water.
“It’s not fine y/n.” he huffs out, “These people hurt you. Makes me wanna—”
“I said it’s fine.” You try again, setting the water back down. “It’s in the past.”
“Babe…” Taehyung’s hand finds yours, he wraps his fingers around yours tightly and strokes his thumb over your soft skin. “I know you don’t want to remember this…I understand. Talking about your past can be hard—”
“What about you?” you snap your head up, looking into his eyes with a somewhat hard stare. “Should we talk about your past?”
“I’m an open book, y/n.” he whispers softly, “You can ask me whatever and I will gladly tell you…” he squeezes your hand but you continue to stare at him coldly.
“What about Hana? In her eyes you guys are practically together.” You grit your teeth, “I kind of feel like the other woman here.” You admit. Taehyung’s eyes widen just slightly before they fill with something similar to guilt.
“But we weren’t together. And I doubt she is waiting for me all this time…”
“You claimed to be so in love with her Taehyung, and now you just aren’t?” you snap, making Taehyung flinch. His lips turn downwards as a frowns decorates his face, he then looks at you narrowing his eyes.
“Careful, y/n.” he warns. “I understand you’re feeling—”
“Oh? And how am I feeling?” you pull your hand away from his, setting it into your lap, joining your other hand.
“Insecure.” He says bluntly. “But it’s okay. I will say what I have to say to reassure you.”
“Oh? So you are just saying whatever you think will help me feel better? Whatever it takes, right?”
“y/n…” Taehyung can’t help but rolls his eyes. “Everything I say will be the truth. I would never…I will never lie to you.”
You stare at him with pinched brows, your breathing harsher than before. You grit your teeth in frustration and tear your eyes away from his.
“Sure, Taehyung. So what? You just suddenly don’t feel anything for her?”
Taehyung breathes in and out a few times, trying to gather his patience.
“A long time ago I asked you if it really seemed like a had feelings for her…everyone was right. I don’t. I just wanted to. I wanted something, someone…but now—”
“How do I know you just aren’t transferring those same feelings to me?”
“For fucks sake, woman.” Taehyung runs a hand down his face. “I am literally falling in love with you!”
Your eyes quickly dart across the room, you try to find something to focus on—anything but Taehyung.
“Look at me.” He demands of you. “Now.” And then you are feeling his fingers at your jaw as he softly guides you to face him. “I am going to make sure this works no matter what. And that will take a lot of fucking communication. So talk.”
“I…” your eyes finally find his, they’re like a pool of chocolate and you find yourself wanting to take a dip. “I don’t know if I am ready.” You breathe out, the admission making you feel small.
Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.
“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.
“You.”
Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.
“Tae?”
Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.
“I…” he begins, “I understand.”
“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”
“I said I understand.” He reminds you softly. “And trust me, I know you like me, I would be blind to think you didn’t. I don’t play games y/n. I don’t want you to either. Be real with me, be honest.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re still going through a lot, you probably don’t have closure…you probably have a lot to work out when you get back home.” He says quickly, “Love is the last thing on your mind—”
“That’s not true!” you cut in. “God, Taehyung you make me…you make me want to forget everything. You make me want to stay on this island with you for forever.”
Taehyung blinks at you again before he offers you a small smile.
“But that’s not real life y/n.” he looks down at his hands, “I want to experience real life with you.” He finds your eyes again, “And you aren’t ready for that.”
“I want to be.” Your eyes begin to wet with tears. “I really, really want to be.”
“I know baby.”
“Slow.” You scoot closer to him, “I still want to be in this. Just slow.” You say, not believing yourself. Your trauma isn’t your only problem here. It’s this whole damn company.
“You still want me?” Taehyung whispers softly and you begin to feel yourself melt into liquid, your body puddling on the couch.
“Tae…” you lean into his space, pecking his lips lightly. “Yes, of course.” You lean back and smile. “You mean so much to me…” you look down at his tense hands. You want to comfort him now. “You are such a light in my life.” You fingers cover his hands and your squeeze lightly. “I feel so strongly for you.” You admit. Hating yourself for being so drawn to him.
“Yeah?” he releases some of the tension in his body through a long, shaky breath.
“Yeah.”
“Then we have to communicate. I know it’s hard. But y/n, I am quite literally desperate to make this work.” He sighs, “I will do whatever it takes. And I just want to know if you will do the same.” His dark eyes pierce into yours and you find yourself being even more drawn to him, leaning closer and closer like he has you under some sort of spell.
“Yes, Taehyung. But…”
“She quit her job out of nowhere! Came back home? This isn’t damn suspicious to you honey?” Your moms voice is loud enough for you to hear from the living room.
“She said she has her reasons sweetheart. Let’s just trust her, be there for her.”
“Do you think this has anything to do with that boyfriend she had? You think they broke up?” you mother pries further, making your father roll his eyes.
“You think our daughter would move to another town just because of a break up?” he groans and you bite your bottom lip as you eavesdrop.
You hear your mother scoff, “Wouldn’t be that surprised. She’s known for running away when shit hits that fan.” She reminds your dad and you feel your eyes gloss over and the slight burn of your throat.
“Sweetheart…” you father warns, “Let’s just be there for her for now, she will come to us eventually.”
But will you? Even your father isn’t sure.
You feel the tightness in your chest only intensify as you recall your memories. Taehyung watches you with careful eyes as he thinks of your life and the things you’ve been through. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, your head getting buried into his shoulder and he starts to soothingly rub your back.
“You can cry if you need to.” His voice is soft, softer than you have ever heard it. This only pushes you to listen to him…you cry. You cry just as hard as you did in the elevator that first day. He rubs circles into your back and whispers sweet words into your hair. You hate this. You feel pathetic. But somehow you feel yourself getting freed with every tear that drops and soaks into his t shirt. You finally…finally after all this time, for the first time, feel someone’s support. You feel someone understand you, believe you.
“Taehyung…” you cry into his shirt harder as that realization hits you. “Taehyung…”
He slams his eyes shut and inhales you. The scent of your shampoo filling his senses and he goes dizzy.
“I’m here baby. I’m here.”
But he won’t always be here, you think. Once he goes home why wouldn’t he just continue to live his normal life? Why wouldn’t Hana wait for him? He’s amazing. He’s absolutely the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Why wouldn’t someone wait for him?
This only makes you cry harder. He pulls you into his lap and continues to stroke your back. He is terrified. He won’t say that out loud, but he is. He is falling for you harder and harder with every moment he spends with you, good or bad. He just wants to protect you, to be there for you, to make you safe and happy.
“y/n?” he leans back to get a look at your crying face, but you only shove your face deeper onto his shoulder, refusing to be seen right now.
“Will you look at me?” he softly pleads. “Please.”
You hesitate for a moment but finally lift your head, showing him your swollen eyes and puffy lips.
“Still think you are falling in love with me?” you joke pathetically and Taehyung smiles sadly.
“I think I already am.”
Month 8
It’s been 8 months…stuck on this island for 8 months. You know the day to return home is coming at any moment. The anticipation quite literally kills you. Every day that passes you want to believe that Taehyung’s feelings are real. You want to believe it so badly. But something deep within you, stops you. You have these heavy ass doubts that weigh you down.
Taehyung isn’t blind…of course he has noticed. He has known you for 8 months, you and only you so of course he has noticed—he knows you—he hates how well he knows you. Taehyung doesn’t give up though, he gives you space when you obviously need it and he is there for you when you also obviously need it. This makes you feel like a mess. Mostly just makes you feel as pathetic as you probably are.
You lay in bed with Taehyung snoozing next to you, his arm draped lazily around your hips. Did this company win? They forced you two together…and he probably only thinks he’s in love with you. You are the only one he knows…what other choice did he have? You blink back growing tears and huff out loudly.
“You okay?” you hear Taehyung whisper from beside you, startling you.
“Y-Yes.” You lie. “Just—”
“Just stressed? You have been really stressed the last month…” he awkwardly chuckles.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to distress I guess.” You awkwardly laugh back and he stays silent for a moment.
“I could think of a few ways…”
It’s been a while since the two of you had sex. Maybe a few weeks? You’ve just been so into your head that you just can’t get into it. But Taehyung’s touch sounds so warm and inviting right now.
“And…what are those ways?” you turn to lay on your side, inching closer to him.
“What ways will make you most comfortable?” Taehyung asks slowly and carefully. His hand reaches up to caress you cheek and you automatically lean into his touch for the first time in what feels like forever.
“Anything you can come up with Tae.” You breathe out, you words hitting his plush lips.
“I think I know how to relax you.” He tests the waters by leaning in to kiss you. The sigh of relief that pushes past his lips when you kiss him back is almost comical, almost sad.
“Come with me.” He says pulling away from you, only confusing you.
“W-Where?” you ask as he rises from the sheets and steps out onto the floor. You follow his lead though, leaving the bed to join him. He takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom, walking you through the hallway until you reach another bedroom door. This room?!
“Tae…” you softly say his name and he squeezes your hand.
“Just trust me.” He opens the bedroom door and switches on the soft, low lighting.
You both walk through the room and he leads you in front of the bed.
“Undress.” He tells you, his voice a little lower than usual. “Now.”
You release a long breath before lifting your tank top of your head and shoving your shorts down your legs. You stand here in just a purple bralette and some black panties and Taehyung raises a brow at you.
“All the way.” He says, “All your clothes.”
He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits expectantly. His dark gaze making you feel nervous so suddenly.
“D-Don’t stare.” You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, the purple material dropping to the floor, exposing your breasts.
“Panties next.” He commands, licking his lips as he gazes at you.
“Taehyung.” You whine, feeling so exposed. Taehyung walks closer to you until he’s standing inches away, his hand reaches forward until his fingers are playing with the band of your underwear. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.
“I said panties next.” Then he’s stepping away from you as he smirks.
You gulp, trying not to roll your eyes as you feel the sting on your hips from the panties being slapped against you.
“Yes Taehyung.” You listen, dragging the panties down one leg at a time, they pool at your ankles and you kick them away.
“Good job baby girl.” He says, turning around to walk towards one of the drawers. He rummages through it until he finds what he is looking for.
“Perfect.” He says, holding something small in his hands. You don’t know what it is specifically, but you have an idea considering you know what’s in that drawer.
“Taehyung.” You whine again and he keeps what’s in his hand hidden as he walks towards you. He sits on the edge of the bed, scotting back just a bit and spreading his legs.
“Sit between my legs.” He orders. “Facing the mirror.”
You raise a brow at him and he smiles. “Just trust me.” He says.
“Okay…” you walk forward and turn around, sitting on the bed and scooting between his legs until your bare back in flush against his chest.
“Take your shirt off…I want to feel your skin on my skin.” You quietly beg. Taehyung takes a moment to think before he’s nodding his head at you, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.
“Sure baby.” He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it off to the side and you lean back to feel his warn skin on your back.
You stare at him through the mirror, his breaths hitting the side of your neck and you begin to close your eyes. What does he have in mind?
“Spread your legs. Put your legs on either side of mine…bend your knees…just like that, yes.” Taehyung praises you as you do as he instructs. You watch in the mirror as Taehyung guides your legs apart, his eyes on your pussy in the mirror as you expose yourself to him.
“Perfect.” Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound. Your eyes shoot open and you catch his gaze.
“Tae…”
He shows you the small bullet vibrator to you in the mirror, his smile growing as he watches your eye lids get heavier. You nod your head to him, and roll it back until it hits his shoulder.
“Oh baby, you’re the one doing it, I’m just here for support.” He takes your hand and wraps your fingers around the small vibrator. You eye him in the mirror and breathe out roughly, you feel yourself getting wet at just the thought.
“I’m getting myself off?” your shaky voice makes Taehyung chuckle.
“That’s the idea.” He gestures for you to begin. “Go ahead.”
You lick your dry lips and stare at yourself in the mirror. You slowly bring the vibrator closer to your body, your eyes scan your body until you get the idea to start at top. You bring the vibrator and circle it around your left nipple. You sigh out when it first makes contact, the vibrations making your bud harden. Taehyung watches in amusement, he bites down on his plump bottom lip and moves his hips upwards.
You can feel his cock getting hard at the top of your ass cheeks, between your crack. He must like what he sees. You slowly glide the small vibrator down the valley of your breasts until its dragging down to your lower belly. You sigh out again, drawing pictures over your sensitive stomach. You then glide the vibrator to your inner thigh, moving it closer and closer to your dampening folds. You sigh out a little louder this time, making Taehyung gulp as he watches you.
You feel his hard cock twitch in his shorts, the thin material doing little to hide his raging erection.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours now.
You finally take the vibrator and put it at your center…you start low. The toy at your hole until you slowly, very slowly drag it upwards…you press the button and raise the speed a setting. You swallow hard when you drag it even higher, and the buzzing toy finally meets your clit. You don’t intend for this—but the moan that leaves your mouth is long, and loud. You slowly close your eyes as you circle the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, pressing the button again and it begins to vibrate faster. You move your hips up and down, the feeling so fucking good that you cannot help the way you squirm between his legs.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.” His hands go from your hips to your thighs and he squeezes them. You open your eyes and get a look at yourself first. Your expression is so fucked out as you continue to run the vibrator against your clit, the loud buzzing not doing much to drown out your moans. Then your eyes find his…his eyes are terrifyingly dark, filled with the most lust you can imagine. He heaving chest only pushes you to buck your hips harder onto the vibrator.
You press the button once more, the setting changing into a pulsing vibration and you cry out, pressing the button again, building the tension. Taehyung catches his bottom lip between his teeth again, he swears he can taste blood from how hard he is biting. You squirm harder between his legs, beginning to slide down his chest as you start to chase your high that is soon approaching. You are leaving a fucking mess…your inner thighs are drenched and you are leaving a big soak spot on the sheets from how dripping wet you are.
“You’re doing so good baby. Can I touch you?” Taehyung’s voice is deep and strained and you frantically nod your head yes.
You lean your head back on his shoulder again, your half lidded eyes watching as his hand moves closer to your pussy. He uses his other hand to spread your legs further apart and then his eyes bore into your pussy as his fingers dive into your neglected hole. He starts thrusting his fingers in and out as quickly as he can as you raise the speed on the vibrator. You clit is begging you to come. You watch Taehyung’s fingers fuck your hole in the mirror, his eyes focused on this as well. You whimper when you feel your orgasm coming to hit you like a fucking truck, it hits so hard. Taehyung’s free hand grabs a hold of your hand that holds the vibrator and pushes it down on your clit harder, making you see fucking stars as this orgasm washes over you with the most intense wave possible. You shake between his legs, squirming once more when you finish climaxing. But Taehyung keeps the vibrator on you and you cry out, loud and whiny.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze them tightly. “Taehyung!” you pant out.
“Come again.” He adds pressure on your clit, and raises the speed.
You feel the buzzing toy make you go into overdrive. Taehyungs fingers still thrusting in and out of you, curling inside your pussy making you overwhelmed. The toy works its magic though, making you feel a crash of waves, multiple waves drown you repeatedly. You ride them out, as he slows the vibrations down and his fingers leave your hole. You breathe out roughly, crying in pleasure.
“Good girl, good girl.” You lean back on Taehyung and shut your eyes, trying to even out your breathing.
After several long moments of composing yourself you begin to slowly turn in Taehyung’s lap, on your knees, facing him. His eyes stay on the mirror, they travel down your back until they land on your ass. His hands find their way to it, and squeezes it roughly. His eyes finally leave the mirror and meet your gaze.
“What is it baby?” one hand leaves your ass to caress your cheek, “What is it?”
“Will you fuck me? Right here?” you lower yourself onto his crotch, your dripping wet pussy leaking onto his shorts. You can feel how rock hard his is. How is he able to control himself this well?
“Is that what you want? Me?” He narrows his dark eyes at you and smirks.
“Yes.”
“Get on all fours.” He commands, lifting you off his body as he stands to take his shorts and briefs off. His member springs free and you have never seen it so angry, so swollen, so needy, so ready. You listen to what he says, getting on all fours, facing the mirror once more.
“I want you to be rough with me.” You say confidently. “Don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”
“Be careful what you wish for here babe.” Taehyung warns with amusement in his voice.
Taehyung gets on his knees on the bed and positions himself behind you, without much warning he quickly thrusts his cock into your hole. You gasp out, your body pushed forward from the force. Suddenly, he’s grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it up to lift your body to his. You are flush against his chest as he whispers in your ear.
“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want then?”
“Yes.” You moan out when you feel him starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. He yanks your head to the side and starts placing hot, wet kisses down your neck. One hand on your hip and the other crawls up your stomach, squeezes a tit and then is at you throat. He starts to lightly choke you as he thrusts harder and harder, his grip on your throat getting tighter as well.
“All mine.” He growls into your ear. He pushes your upper body down until you are on all fours again, his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he bites his lips. He begins rolling his hips into your pussy, fucking you deeper. You hear him groan, he watches you in the mirror the entire time as you roll your eyes back. Your loud moans, whiny and desperate.
“Please, harder!” you beg. Taehyung smirks at you…he raises a hand and it comes down on your ass. Then his hips slap into your ass cheeks with such force that you shake, his thrusts so fucking powerful. His skin slapping against your skin, the squelching sound of your pussy and both of your moans fill the room.
“Fuck, fuuuuuuck.” You scream out, his dick reaching so far into you, hitting your fucking g spot over and over.
Taehyung lifts you up again by the hair and once you are on your knees his cock leaves your hole and he pushes you to the mattress. He positions you so you are on your side facing the mirror once again, then he lays behind you and quickly inserts his member into your pussy again.
“Aaagghh.” You groan out when you feel him start to fuck into you, his cock doing wonders. His hand makes its way back to your throat as he starts to choke you again, he leans down until his mouth is latched onto yours and his tongue is down your throat.
You kiss him back with passion, your tongues tangling and dancing. Its wet and sloppy and god, you couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Taehyung slaps his hips into you, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels himself getting closer and closer. His hand creeps up your pussy and his fingers find your clit, he rubs on it so deliciously quick that you feel the tension begin to build uncontrollably.
“Faster, faster.” You chant and he grits his teeth in frustration. He’s about to blow, he wants you to come first though but god, if he goes faster he’s going to come all inside you.
“I’m so close Tae, faster!” you plead. He breathes out roughly as he thrusts into you quickly, his fingers pushing down harder on your clit. You feel your orgasm so fucking close, it’s about to explode.
“Fuuuucckk.” Taehyung whines, “I’m gonna come y/n.” he warns. “Where should i—”
“Inside me!” you beg, “Please, please. I need to feel you come inside me, I want all of your cum…” you continue to beg and he throws his head back as he fucks your harder.
His fingers don’t stop their assault on your clit and that is it. That is all you need because you are coming, creaming all over his aching cock. He finally still his hips and shoots his load inside you, painting your walls a milky white. His chest heaves as he holds on to you, bringing you closer to his chest.
“Let me stay inside you.” He doesn’t ask. He tells. You nod your head and look at him through the mirror.
“Taehyung.” You moan, “You feel so good inside me.”
“You absolutely feel amazing.” He assures you, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Always do.”
After a few moments, Taehyung begins to softly thrust into you again, pushing his cum even deeper within you with his long, thick length. You wince at the feeling but you meet him half way, shoving your ass further into him.
“Again?” you ask in a moan.
“Can’t get enough of you.” He admits between bated breaths.
His head falls on to your shoulder as he slowly fucks you again, his breathing is as unsteady as can be. He groans when he feels your ass push back, making him fuck you faster.
“Slow baby.” He warns, “Just want to enjoy being inside you.” He takes one of your legs and lifts it over his, “Deeper?” he asks.
“Yes, this is good.” You moan, “So good.” The slow drag of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots again has you melting.
He fucks you like this for a long while, your long, loud moans in competition with his groans and grunts. You swear you can die like this. His cock is sliding in and out of you so slowly and so accurately hitting your g spot that you clench around him so tightly causing him to slam his eyes shut and fuck you just a bit faster.
“Let’s come.” He orders and that is honestly what it takes for you. You feel your orgasm hit you and you ride it out as he comes inside you again, he whines when he finishes.
“God, you feel so amazing.” He whimpers out and you love the sound of him being the whiny one for once.
“You too babe.” You say, your eyes catching his in the mirror. His hand grips your waist and begins to turn you over in his embrace.
Taehyung smiles softly towards you and leans forward to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls back just as quickly and smirks.
“feeling a little less stressed?”
You feel your heart pinch in your chest…right…your stress. You feel guilt bubble over but you try to smile for him anyway. “Yes babe.” You whisper. “Yes.”
~~~~~~
It’s late, you know that much. You and Taehyung are laid in bed in the master, he’s all snuggled up against you, his soft breaths hitting the side of your neck. You hate yourself. You hate all this overthinking.
The company won. They fucking won. You were never supposed to fall for this, fall for him. Not actually, no, not really. But in pretend, yes. But now they won for real.
You feel lost right now. You briefly felt amazing, but now your overthinking has taken over and now you are left feeling anxious. And you have your biggest fear. Does Taehyung only think he’s in love with you? This company forced you two to be together, to “fall in love” and of course, after spending everyday with you he might think he feels something. That scares you, because it could be true. Your heart just breaks into pieces thinking about it. How do you know that the reason you have feelings for Taehyung isn’t because this company tricked you into it and it’s not real? That thought breaks your heart into even more pieces.
You lay here, your breaking heart pounding in your chest. You could cry. Well, of course you could fucking cry—it’s you. But you could really cry. The type of cry session where you release heart wrenching sobs that break your body.
“Why are you awake?” Taehyung’s voice has you jumping in place. He knits his brows together, concern is laced in his voice.
“Can’t sleep.” you reply plainly. Taehyung smiles, pinching your arm.
“Too happy?” he asks.
You can’t do this. Your bottom lip begins to tremble and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Taehyung’s smile fades as the seconds tick by.
“What’s wrong?” he rushes, his hand gripping your arm gently.
You can’t do this. Your eyes start glossing over and you try your hardest to blink back any building tears. Taehyung rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying his best to soothe you.
“y/n, talk to me.” His eyes are wide and round and beautiful.
“Please talk to me, please.” He begs. Yes, Taehyung fucking begs. The tone of his voice is soft and low and pleading. And this just pushes your tears further. Taehyung pulls you into his chest as you begin crying. Those heart wrenching sobs that break your body.
“It’s okay baby, shh, shh.” He pats your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.
“I’m here. You’re just…you’re just overwhelmed, that’s all.” He tries to reason for you. You just cry even harder. Taehyung clears his throat, “Yeah, just overwhelmed.” It sounds like he is convincing himself rather than you.
“Tae…” You cry out softly, trying to calm your tears. When you are able to form coherent sentences you lean back from him and look into his eyes.
“We should talk.” You whisper, for once in your life handling some confrontation.
“No.” Taehyung says, surprising you. “We can-we can talk tomorrow.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. He knows. He knows where this conversation is headed. Because of fucking course he would know, his mind has had to wander there too. Because it’s your reality. “Let’s-let’s just sleep.” And he pulls you in his arms again but you pull away. He looks pained by your action. Your heart drops.
“No Tae—”
“Please.” You both just stare at each other. Silence lingers in the air at your lack of response. Then you are scooting closer to his warm body, wrapping an arm over his chest, you hear him sigh in relief. He then holds you the tightest he has ever held you. His breaths are shaky and you want to cry again. But you don’t.
“I love you.” You barely hear him from how softly he whispers it. But you do hear him and it makes you want to bawl. But once again, you don’t.
You exhale deeply into his chest and close your eyes. You love him too. But you don’t say it. You let the silence swallow you both whole and you swear you can feel his body tremble for a moment and him sniffling above your head.
“Goodnight Taehyung.” And off to sleep you go, no matter how broken you feel.
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“Good morning sunshine!” Taehyung is bouncing on the bed slightly as he hovers over you. His smile is big and bright like a kid who just received candy. You want to smile but your heart is heavy. Why is he so happy?
“I made breakfast! Pancakes, your favorite…although I don’t make them as good as you,” He looks all over the room as he speaks, “But I have to say, they’re pretty damn good. I had to test try them of course, make sure they’re safe to eat.” He laughs at himself. “Why don’t you wash up? Then come downstairs.” He smiles at you, his bright eyes shining down at you.
Why is he acting like last night didn’t happen? Well, he’s acting like the good parts of last night happened but not the rest of the night.
“y/n?” he looks down at you, big puppy dog eyes.
“Huh?” You blink up at him.
“Come on!” then he leans down and kisses you on the lips. It’s quick, really quick. But it happens. He lifts himself back up, he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip and his eyes slide to the door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Then he’s jumping out of bed and making his way out of the room.
What the fuck is happening? Why is he pretending you two aren’t necessarily in the best place right now? Like, you don’t have to have a serious conversation? But your confidence to confront him has wavered quite a bit, and you hate yourself for being so weak. You knew you should of done it last night but you let him win. You just couldn’t stand the sight of him being so sad. Today he is super happy! Fake happy. He’s forcing himself and it breaks your heart. Jesus fucking Christ. But his fake smile is better than his real frown.
You force yourself out of bed and drag your feet across the room to the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth but you really need a shower. Especially after last night, you are sure you smell like sweat and sex. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. He smelled clean. He smelled like soap and his musk, an intoxicating combination. After you’re through with the bathroom you make your way downstairs, the house smells like bacon and you groan at how good it smells.
“Hi.” Taehyung chirps, his smile grows as you walk closer.
“Hi,” You reply slowly, walking up to the dining table. Taehyung slides a plate of pancakes over to the spot in front of him.
“For you.”
The plate has 2 pancakes with strawberry slices covering the top and scrambled eggs and bacon on the side.
“Syrup.” He offers, sliding that across too.
“You didn’t have to…” You mumble under your breath. Taehyung continues smiling brightly at you, grabbing his fork and knife ready to dig into his own food. He really waited for you.
You walk closer to the table, your eyes downcast as you find your seat.
“Thanks…” You whisper. You look down at your food but how can you fucking eat? Your heart is in pain right now, you are in pain right now. You were tricked into these feelings, feelings you are not even sure are real. And he’s looking like the fucking sun right now.
“Aren’t cha gonna eat?” he says, mouth full. Good thing you speak mouth full Taehyung, or else you wouldn’t have understood that.
“Not that hungry.” you admit, not looking at him.
“Come on baby,” his tone is less happily forced and instead softer. “Please eat.” He sets his fork down, you can feel his eyes on you.
“Fine.” you give in quickly, not wanting to worry him. You hear him say ‘good’ in the most chipper voice and it makes you nauseas.
You eat slowly, mostly just picking at your food. You never look up from your plate, but you can feel Taehyung’s gaze, you can sense how worried he is. You know him. You don’t need to look at him to know.
“I was thinking we could paint today.” He says, breaking the silence. He stuffs some bacon into his mouth, chewing loudly. “Whaddya think?” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“Taehyung…” You begin to speak but he cuts you off.
“Great!” the sound of the chair screeching across the floor startles you, you look up from your food to see Taehyung standing, his bright smile even brighter. Yup, just like the fucking sun.
“I’ll clean up, you’re done right?” you only nod. “Why don’t you go to the art room and start setting up. I’ll be there in a minute.” He shines so brightly, you are forced to look away. You nod again.
You stand from your chair and walk towards the entry way into the hall but before you can get too far away you hear Taehyung at the sink cursing under his breath. Your heart drops. You turn around and peak into the kitchen to see him standing there, his hands at the kitchen sink with his head low.
“Fuck.” You hear the pain in his voice and you scurry off to the art room, not able to handle this right now.
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After several minutes of setting up yours and Taehyung’s easel’s and placing down the paper, you search for what colors you want to use. Maybe sticking with blues since blue is how you fucking feel. You are grabbing for a few when you hear Taehyung enter the room. You turn to face him.
“Hi.” He says with that chipper tone but his eyes are glossy. Had he been crying? Fuck, you can’t handle this.
“Taehyung…” you start again, determined to confront this situation. But he cuts you off again with a pained smile.
“Thanks for setting up for me babe.” He ruffles your hair, like he just needed to touch you in some shape or form.
“R-right.”
You two paint in silence. Complete fucking silence. The tension in the room is absolutely suffocating, it’s hitting you in strong waves, pushing you around, drowning you. You can’t take this anymore, You have to say something.
“Taehyung—”
“Wanna know when I knew that I was in love with you?” He speaks up, his voice not laced in that fake joy. His eyes are focused on the painting in front of him, his fingers wrapped around the brush as he strokes the paper in beautiful color. You frown, not really wanting to know.
“Taehyung—”
“I fell in love with you when you made me realize I could be loved. Really loved.” He dips the brush into a cup of water, wiping it clean on the edge of the cup. “That I could love too.” He adds, still not looking at you, only focusing on his work.
“…Taehyung.” You just sound sad, the tone of your voice is depressing.
“You made me realize I don’t have to force any feelings…they could just be.” He pauses his hand before his paint brush is hitting the paper. “And I thought, ‘wait why do I feel this way?’” he lowers his head, chuckling to himself. “Then it was so fucking obvious.” He continues his work on the paper, dabbing the green paint in different spots.
You are left stunned. Speechless. Completely silenced. He just sits there, not even sparing you a glance as he paints his work of art. Like he didn’t just confess something so utterly beautiful to you. He must really think he loves you and it crushes you that he probably does not. You can’t let this go on any longer. He paints in green but you are about to turn his whole world blue.
“Your feelings aren’t real Taehyung.” you say in one breath. He stills his hand for a moment then continues to paint. “Don’t you see we’ve been tricked into these, these ‘feelings’” you use your fingers to quote the word for emphasis. “You just think you love me but you probably don’t. You’ve just spent enough time with me that you think you love me. You have no one else to love, why not me?” You see his body go tense and he stops his hand from painting. He lowers it and sets the brush down and turns in his seat to face you.
“How fucking dare you?” he grits out, his teeth are clenched and his eyes are narrowed. You jump at his exclamation.
“How fucking dare you try and tell me how genuine my feelings are?” He’s angry. His fists are balled up and his knuckles are turning white. So yeah, angry.
“Tae—”
“No! you let me fucking speak.” He grits again, “If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” He’s shaking. His voice is loud and booming and it startles you.
“Please just listen to me—”
“No you listen.” He stands up from the chair and walks toward you, “Why are you doing this, huh? Things were so perfect.” He stops in front of you and pulls you up by the arms. Your chests almost touch from how close you are. “Unless…” he looks down at his feet, “You’re saying all of this because that’s how you feel. You’re the one unsure of your feelings. You’re the one who only likes me—loves me—because there’s no one else.” He looks into your eyes, searching for an answer.
“Maybe.” You finally say. And you wish you didn’t because Taehyung releases a shaky breath and his brows crease together as he forms the saddest smile you have ever seen. The canvas of his life is full of beautiful bright colors but you continue to splatter blue and grey paint all over it. The paint mixes together and drips down, a gloomy mess.
“Oh.” He steps back. “I see.” He takes another step back, carding his fingers through his hair. He looks into your eyes as his gloss over, “I’ll leave you alone then.” And he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving you behind. And being left behind is probably what you deserve. Your heart has fucking shattered. You don’t want him to leave you alone. You don’t want him to leave. You want this to be real, you want this to be real so fucking bad. But how can you be sure that it is? And of course cry baby y/n makes her appearance because you are back on your chair, letting a stream of tears fall down your cheeks. You cry. And cry. Loudly. You know Taehyung hears it but he does as he says—he leaves you alone. Just as you fucking deserve. Your body is shaking from your sobs and you enter a full on panic attack. Your breathing picks up and your chest tightens and you feel like you are being choked. Like someone wants you dead.
“If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” His words echo in your mind. Right. He’s asking you to trust him. You want to…but you are now just debating on trusting yourself. You want to believe your feelings are real. You still believe the company tricked you both, they could of grabbed any two strangers and they would probably “fall in love” with given time. But thinking that feels wrong because your relationship with Taehyung is deeper than that. You know that. He…is your best friend. And you…you…
You wipe at your face as fresh tears slide down the warmth of your cheek. Your throat burns as you choke on a sob. You have fallen in love with him. Genuinely. And you have to trust your feelings. You have to trust his feelings. But it is so, so hard.
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The rest of the day drags on slowly, you hole up in your room until night time finally approaches. You have cried enough today for the next 5 years. Your eyes are swollen and so, so puffy. You look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, and wince at the sight. You look rough, you won’t lie. You finally decide it’s time to try to sleep.
You slip between the sheets and slide down far into them, letting the soft material hug you closely. You’ll be sleeping without Taehyung tonight and the thought makes you feel oh so lonely. You close your eyes and think of him. You can’t help but chuckle when you recall meeting him at first…you thought he was some closed off asshole. He even made a big deal that he would not fall in love with you. Then your smile fades…you recall the first time you cuddled with him, first time you saw him naked, first time you kissed him…you think of the first time he was inside you…his long, beautiful fingers. You think of the first time he was really inside you.
You start to feel so lonely and lost without him. But sleep finally starts to take over, your limbs feeling heavy, your eyes refusing to stay open. You know you two will have to really talk this out. There’s still so much you have to discuss because you are just so confused and unsure at the moment, but you have a feeling Taehyung will somehow make you feel okay. Finally, after a long day…the world goes dark and you’re asleep.
The sun is shining extra brightly this morning…your dark drapes doing little to cover the offending light like it usually does. You keep your eyes closed though, not wanting to get up quite yet. Your mind automatically goes to Taehyung again…you wish you were feeling yourself wrapped up in his arms this morning much like other mornings. You wish you could feel his breaths fanning against your neck, you wish you could feel his limbs draped over your own.
You start to feel that familiar heartbreak…you really, like really need to talk to him. Maybe he can sort out your messy, mushy brain, maybe he has the answers. Or maybe you just want to see him. Even if you are feeling as uneasy as you are. You just want to make sure he is okay.
You finally begin to open your eyes, one lid at a time. The sun making the room glow in whites and yellows. You start to sit up and rub the sleep that crusts your eyes and soak in your surroundings.
That’s exactly when you feel the panic set in. This isn’t your bedroom. This is a small bed, there’s none of Taehyung’s painting on the walls and your sheets in your bed are much softer. Then it hits you. You do recognize this room. It’s your room at your parents’ house. You start to sit up straighter, your entire body shaking. Your hands tremble as you pull the blanket on the bed back and try to stand from the bed. But your knees are weak, your legs shaking. You feel like someone has drained all the energy from your body as you stand here, you are sure you are as pale as a ghost. Your mouth is agape and your eyes wide. You slowly look around the room, there’s things in here that weren’t before…like this place has become a place for storage.
You hear fainting humming coming from the other side of the house, your head whips up in that direction and you recognize that voice. Mom? You blink repeatedly, not believing your ears. You slowly take a few steps forward toward the door and slowly reach for the knob, your weak, trembling hand trying to twist it so you can open the door. Once the door is opened you smell bacon…but unlike yesterday the smell of bacon is making you nauseas. You walk with shaky legs, small steps at a time as you walk through the hallway to make your way to the kitchen. The humming more clear and becoming louder the closer you get.
You finally walk into the kitchen and see your mothers back, she is at the stove cooking. Your breathing is sharp as you stare at her and you feel yourself become dizzy and lightheaded.
“Mom?” you stutter out quietly. Your mother freezes her actions at the stove. She slowly turns around and once she spots you she drops the tongs she was holding on the tiled floor. She is maybe even paler than you, she looks like she legitimately saw a ghost.
“y-y/n?”
“Hey what happened, I thought I heard you drop some—” your father is cut off when he walks in from the living room as he sees you. He blinks at you over and over until his eyes are wet with tears and he’s rushing to hug you.
You are in a state of shock that you don’t process that your mother has also finally raced over to hug you as well. Your parents embracing you tightly as they sob.
What’s happening? Why are you here? Where’s Taehyung?
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It’s been two weeks and fuck. He has no way of contacting you. You don’t have any social media and you two never exchanged numbers…the only way for you to talk to him is if you reach out. And you…you aren’t sure you want to just yet. You’re sure he’s settling back into life just like you are, you don’t want to intrude. He has family, he has friends. You’re sure he hasn’t even thought about you yet…you’re sure he’s doing okay.
It’s been two weeks and you have mostly been in and out of intelligence offices for your country. You have had to describe the island over and over to strangers, they have been on the search for you for the last 8 months. Your parents were starting to give up. The love company kept them updated on your island life though, sending them pictures of you and Taehyung during your 8 month stay. You are creeped out all over again.
You’re sure Taehyung is going through something similar in Korea. Time keeps passing and every day you lose the spark and motivation to reach out to him. You stalk his social media but he has not posted anything until finally, 2 months into your real lives again you see he has posted a picture of him and his friends. He looks happy. And that’s how you let a total of 6 months pass you by without reaching out to Taehyung. 6 months without the man you without a doubt love. 6 months of absolute loneliness, even when you are surrounded by people. 6 months and you are sure he has probably moved on. But you have not. Even with these last 6 months…Taehyung is all you can think about. 6 fucking months.
#bts#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#kim taehyung#taehyung x reader#taehyung smut#taehyung fluff#taehyung angst#the island chapter 7
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Tethered- Fred x Reader
‘Don’t ever scare me like that again’ kiss with Fred where he lives (I’ve been crying about it lately) xoxo @starofthedawn
Your chest was tied up in knots, eyes burning and bile rising in your throat. The dust that permeated the air felt like gravel in your airways and you couldn’t help the wet cough that slipped past cracked lips. Even as you blinked away the tears that were running out, the world remained blurry and unfocused.
After all, how could anything make sense when Fred was face down on the cobblestone. Pieces of the castle you two had called home burying him.
“Lost in my eyes again, Y/N?” Fred asked, a playful tilt to his mouth. You were in the library, head buried in a book and not at all gazing into Fred’s honeyed eyes. You must’ve not heard him come in so when you looked up and saw him you couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed in your chest.
You liked the way his lips were pulled up by an invisible thread as you finally took notice of him. It wasn’t quite a smile, but a familiar expression that you held dear to your heart. It was understated, especially for Fred Weasley, but the expression was one of his most sincere.
“Can’t help the fact you’ve got dreamy eyes, George,”
“Sod off,” Fred said with no real venom, sitting in the chair beside yours and kicking his feet up onto the table. He was lucky Madam Pince didn’t often come to this corner of the library, otherwise she’d have his head.
You stuck your tongue out at him, even daring to toss a quill at his head- but before you could he caught your hand and held on tight. Your bright grin wavered at the edges but that joy was still blooming in your chest. Suffocation was a sure thing.
“Everything okay, Freddie?” Voice soft, slow. You understood sometimes he just needed a hand to hold and you wouldn’t let yourself believe it was more than that. What it was, was Fred trusting you and needing you as a friend and that was more than enough.
He nodded, his eyelids heavy and his demeanor sluggish. He almost seemed like a sleepy cat but you could see the way his shoulders dipped as you posed your question.
Fred squeezed your hand as he sank down into his chair, knees now drawn to his chest in a protective ball. “Course I am, nothing could ever be wrong when I’ve got you to tether me to what’s good,”
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Your knees buckled as you stumbled the last foot to where Fred lay. Unmoving, broken, probably not breathing- You shook your head wildly even as the tears burned and your brain ached. Just like every other wizard, every other soldier at Hogwarts today, you had your fair share of injuries but you felt the pain dull to nothing; Your vision tunneled to the familiar hand that stuck out from the rubble, the feather soft shock of red hair that was visible under all the grey, lifeless stone.
With a flick of your hand, some of the rubble broke loose and found themselves discarded on the burned and torn up grass ten feet from you. The panic pounding at your ribcage was only eased by the determination you felt to get Fred out of there, alive. There was no other option.
Waves would stand still without the moon, plants would dry up without water, and you would cease to be anything but a shell without Fred Weasley.
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It had been an honest mistake at the time, George had tugged you away after class one day to an empty corridor and nearly begged you to ask Fred and put the both of you out of your “self sabotaging misery”. Problem was, all Katie Bell saw was George whisking you away somewhere private a week before the ball was to commence, both of you dateless.
By the time you had both gone to the great hall for lunch, your group of friends were deep into speculations.
“Going to the ball with Y/N then?” Fred fixed George with a look you couldn’t quite decipher but the shock of him thinking such a thing had you missing that usual twitch of his eye when he was aggravated.
George whipped his head to you in confusion but it went unnoticed when Lee said, “Great! Of course you two got dates before me,” gesturing wildly to the twins.
All of the confusion had your head spinning but hearing that Fred had a date to the ball made you steady again, the lead pit in your stomach anchoring you. Anyone would be a fool to not want to go with Fred.
“You’ve got a date?” You said a bit too loudly, eyes narrowed at Fred.
“Asked Angie,”
“Yeah, two minutes ago,” She snorted. “Guess he didn’t want George to beat him by too much of a landslide,”
George let out a too-loud laugh and tossed his arm back over your shoulders. “Take that Lee, we got two of the hottest girls in school to be our dates,”
“Go with me instead and I’ll buy you as many sugar quills as your heart desires, Y/N” Lee bargained and George swatted him on the back of a head with a faux glare.
You couldn’t help but snort at Lee’s antics, looking at George with gratitude. You could tell he was trying to talk you up, keep your heart from falling too far. However, his efforts couldn’t completely ease the ache in your chest. You were tethered to Fred and you didn’t think anything could change that.
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You’d done your best to completely immobilize Fred when most of the rubble was removed, only some of the smaller chunks of wall now littered over his legs and back. The immobulus charm had to be enough to keep him stable. If he was still alive.
It was the uncertainty that kept you going in this moment. If there was even a slim chance Fred could be alive, you would do all you could to save him. You refused to lose him and that was that. You wished you could see his chest moving, or any sign of life but he was still too buried and the dust that settled over the battlefield made your eyes unfocused.
Even though the final battle had ended an hour or more ago, how long had it been since you’d found Fred?, you were shut off from any of the joy that the win could have brought you. If Fred wasn’t going to be there to celebrate then how could you?
“We’ve got to fix up the shop a-and get butterbeers,” You sniffled, trying to keep your hands from shaking as you worked your way through the rubble. You kept speaking as if holding Fred to his promises would bring him over the threshold and into your waiting arms.
“You’ve got to give me that birthday present you’ve been bragging about for months, and you’ve got to help me prank Lee for singeing my favorite sweater with one of your fireworks,”
And on and on you went, all of the promises Fred had ever made you falling from your lips as you pulled the last of the rubble from his body. One of his legs and all of the fingers on his right hand were bent at grotesque angles. There was a line of blood that started somewhere behind his hairline and trailed down his temple, dripping off of his jaw and onto the ruins he had nearly become a permanent part of.
You wouldn’t permit your legs to shake as you stood, the sun being further down in the sky than you remembered. The wave of your wand was light and methodical even as every step towards help weighed you down.
Time passed you without you taking note, the sun sank beneath the horizon and you stumbled your way through the dark. Eventually, you were taken off guard by the light of someone’s wand. Time caught up to you then as you stared with bleary eyes, trying to recognize the face before you but having a hard time sorting anything in your over exhausted brain.
“Help him,” Was all you had energy for, before darkness took over.
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“...understand how she did it,”
“...miracle, really,”
“Poor girl must’ve....”
Conversations floated around your head as you lay cemented underneath the sheets that you had been securely wrapped in. You wanted nothing more than to swat them away like pesky flies, the voices weren’t loud but to you it was as if someone had put a speaker in the empty space of your skull and turned the volume up as high as it could go. Everything ached.
“Am I dead?” You croaked, eyelids still too heavy to even attempt opening.
Immediately, a woman nearly screamed and a cacophony of other voices rose up- both familiar and not.
“You look like you wish you were,” Someone joked to your left and your eyes snapped open so quickly you became dizzy. You felt frozen in place as honey eyes swept over you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Despite being covered from the chin down you felt as if you were being looked through. A shiver ran down your spine and it was followed by a deep ache that had you groaning despite the emotions bubbling up within you.
“Damn you Fred,” Was all you had to say before everyone else around you was clearing out. For a split second you felt guilt when you realized your parents as well as the Weasleys had come to stand beside you as you healed.
“I’ve come back from the brink of death and that’s what you have to say to me?” He teased but his voice was torn to shreds and you had the terrible image in your mind of him screaming for help until he lost consciousness. The blood drained from your face.
Fred seemed to take notice as he shuffled out of his bed that was right next to yours. He paused at the edge, fumbling for the crutches that were at his bedside. It felt like years the time it took for him to fall into the chair nearest you, his hand stretching for yours.
You moved pathetically against the sheets but in your weakened state you couldn’t grasp his hand. “Freddie,” You croaked, eyes filling with tears in frustration. You’d thought him dead and now you couldn’t even move a damn blanket to touch him, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
“I’m here,” He reassured, moving the sheets on your side gently until your hand was free and you could tangle your fingers with his non-broken hand.
“How?”
“I’ve been telling you for years now, you’re my tether. Just when I thought I was going to cross over, I heard you. All the promises we made, and all the chaos we have yet to make, all the things I haven’t said,” Fred’s bottom lip trembled as he brushed his thumb over your scabbed knuckles. You were faintly aware of a needle in your forearm, attached to an IV but all that mattered was the warmth you felt from Fred.
“You could break them all and I’d still be counting my lucky stars that you’re here,” You cried, falling into a coughing fit. Fred was quick to press a still cold glass of water into your hands and help you sit up even from his place on his chair.
“I’m not going anywhere,” He promised, hand remaining at the back of your neck as he settled you against your pillows. That genuine not-smile was back and you chewed on your lip to keep from crying again. You still weren’t sure he was here so any reminder that it was really him had you at a breaking point.
“Can you make me one more promise then?” You caught his gaze but found you couldn’t hold it, the intensity making your stomach swoop and your heart pound against your rattled ribcage.
Fred had yet to move, his hand steady behind you and his face close. Your noses were nearly touching as he said, “Anything.”
“Don’t scare me like that ever again,”
You chanced one more look at him, eyes wide and pleading. You were going to make him promise on everything in him but the rest of your words were lost when you stumbled over the loud adoration in his eyes. As if on autopilot, you removed your hand from his to brush your fingertips against a gash on his cheek.
“Never again,” He whispered, frozen in place. He didn’t dare move when you let your movements wander over his lips, taking your time before you let your hand fall against the junction of where his shoulder met his neck. Beneath the collar of the hospital gown you could see garish bruising that only served as another reminder you’d almost lost him.
That was enough to remind you that there was much unsaid between you and the man you loved. You could feel his shaky breath, his hand squeezing yours just enough that you felt the reassuring pressure. When you took your third look at those eyes, you knew.
You moved at the same time, in tune to one another in a way you always have been. It was with a sigh that your lips met, frightened and curious and wonderful. You were careful of his head would as you played with the hair at the back of his neck and he made sure not to move you anymore than tilting your head to slot your lips against his at a better angle.
Fred pulled away when his smile dared to take over his face but you couldn’t complain about the loss when you could feel his pulse beating strongly against your fingers, his chest moving steadily with life.
“I’m just as tied to you as you are to me,” You laughed softly, in disbelief.
Fred looked surprised for all but a second before he was placing his lips against yours, cautious but deliriously happy.
Waves swayed with the moon, plants flourished with water, and you were never far from Fred Weasley. Each were tethered to their counterpart and nothing could change it.
#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley#angst#fluff#fix it fic lets be honest#sorry this took me so long lovey#ur the light of my life#changed some things#canon divergence#yall notice that i cant end anything#my endings suck lmao
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