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diorcities · 1 year

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angel tears

pairing haechan x afab!reader genre smut content possessiveness, slight bondage, mirror sex, overstim, degradation, cry kink, make up sex wc prbly 1.8k

you start to question everything you've done in the last two hours when haechan follows you to the bathroom.

he slams the door behind your back before you can realize he was behind you, and now you're locked with him and his rage. and you don't have to look to know how pissed he is. his heavy, audible breathing causes you to shrink into place and try to run away, but you're trapped. “you have to be kidding me, dove,” he says, “what the fuck was that?” the low tone of his voice, the way he pronounces every word slowly, how every one of them is full of venom, makes you shudder.

“what was what?” you ask, finally gathering the strength to look at him. the image you had visualized of him annoyed does not even come close to what your eyes see. with a tense jaw, twitching muscles, and a red face, his whole body screams anger and fury. oh, he's very upset. you can't help but feel fear as you remember that he is upset with you. “don't play fucking dumb right now, yn.” he shortens the distance from your bodies, but you drift away again by taking a few steps backward. “me talking with mark, you mean?” you pronounce.

haechan lets out a laugh, without grace. his hand caresses his jaw in a stimulus he uses to calm himself. “you talking with him ” he emphasizes the words. “do your fucking hands have to be touching him that way while you were chatting?” he asks, approaching you, until your back hits the wall. leaving you with no place to put distance between your bodies. “oh my god, haechan, we were just talking...” you try to reason with him, but he dodges it. “bet you love to know that he likes you,” he states, throwing blades at you with his piercing eyes. “what? n-no.”

he kisses you. the way your legs melt and your being becomes liquid. with teeth and rage. with passion and tongue. your senses become alert, your emotions in point while you return the kiss, fervent, airy, with the intensity of a thousand suns. so much that it hurts. so overwhelming that it takes your breath away. haechan's teeth drift away to your neck, biting, and marking your skin while claiming possession. groping your waist, and every flesh his hands can reach. touch. pinch. he wants you whole. bruised and saint. wicked and holy.

“it makes you nervous?” he coos, “know that he probably jerks off with your pictures?” he says, clenching his jaw. “would you like that type of attention from him?” with each question, his body gets closer to you, pinning you against the tile wall. “no,” you breathe. “bet you want to fuck him, by the way you were looking at him.” his hands rest on each side of your body, trapping you inside. you swallow when your mouth feels dry. he takes that as a yes. his lips let out a short, breathy laugh. “i'll break his jaw,” he sentences, getting closer to your face. their breaths mingle in the narrow space of your mouths, “you're. fucking. mine.”

“i should remind you who you belong to,” he says before putting his hand under your skirt and touching the clothed surface of your pussy. wet and longing for him. his cold rings send you shivers through your limbs when he starts rubbing your clit. your hands shoot up to his chest, but he pulls them away from his warmth with his available hand, restraining them behind your back. “no touching,” he declares, “you don't deserve it.” as he runs his digits down your folds, and inserts them inside you.

he uses his strength with you while his fingers do wonders. not allowing you to move while he fucks you without mercy. relentlessly twirling his fingers inside you, stimulating the right areas that make you hold your breath and feel a thousand stars explode in your stomach. “o-oh... s-shit.” he touches you so right, stimulating the right areas, shoving his fingers deep inside your cunt, feeling his rings every time he introduces his digits, that you become a bundle of gasps and trembling. “shit,” he says, feeling your walls throbbing and clenching, “only one minute, c'mon, dove,” he coos, watching you struggle to stand. “you can do better.”

he doesn't leave you time to respond when his fingers start moving again on the sensitive area. your mouth opens to let out a whimper because of the overwhelming sensation. “does it hurt? huh?” he wants to know, drinking the view of you, in a mess of babbling sounds. “j-just right,” you breathe. he lets go of your hands, adorned with pink bruises due to the force he used to keep them still. his pretty lips go to one of them, leaving a kiss before he moves them to your mouth.

you hold onto his broad shoulders, feeling again the sweet burn in your pussy, as haechan hits your spot repeatedly. your mind is flooded with the haze of desire, leaving you alone with the primitive instinct of violent lust, groaning and moaning his name. “look at you,” he mocks, “so pathetic.” his lips catch yours in a fiery kiss, stifling your moans in his mouth. you squirm when his pace increase in speed. “fuck.” a whine escape from your lips. your eyes fluttering as you feel your climax approaching. head tilting back, revealing the soft flesh that haechan marks with his mouth.

the floppy sounds of your wet pussy make him drunk and dazed. he catches every moan, hiss, and pant you make when you finally release on his fingers, walls pulsing around his digits, as he rides you to your high. body flowing in the sea of spasms that your orgasm leaves, feeling haechan's fingers finally pulling out. your walls clenched around nothing now, as you watch him bring up his fingers to his lips and licked your arousal.

your mouth wants to feel his lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him fervently. hungry. violent. wanting to have everything from him. wanting to print your lips with his, until you run out of breath, until you feel that they hurt. haechan kisses you back, with the same intensity, pressing against him, tattooing his footprints on your skin. and you want him to mark you all. let him mark you as his own.

he drags you like nothing towards the mirror, and turns you on your axis with ease. his arm muscles tightening under his browned skin. hearing him struggle with the buckle of his pants while resting one hand on your thigh. lifting up the fabric so he can have access to your swollen pussy. he tosses your underwear to the side and aligns his cock soaked with his precum. the head pushes against your hole, starting to stretch you out to accommodate him. a strangled noise falls from your lips from how big he is. using his two hands on your waist while pushing himself in you, looking at his features contracted with pleasure as his mouth slips out a soft contended whine.

both of you stand there, still, drinking the sensation while a sweet burning invades you. he looks at you in the mirror, and smile, “too much for you?” as your expression change, eyes fluttering and teeth biting your lip. you whisper something under your breath, that he barely catches and makes you repeat it, “i can take it.” his cock twitches with your statement.

he bends you over the sink with a hand firmly on your shoulder, as his hips smash your ass. burying his length that releases waves of pleasure all over your limbs. your legs tremble when he pulls out and go back again. the wet sound of your pussy filling the air every time he shoves his dick in your cunt without compassion. the carousel of pleasure and sensations causes your eyes to close and your jaw to clench, drowning out moans in your throat.

“open your eyes and look,” he urges you, and you know you don't want him to repeat it, so you do, seeing stars floating in your vision. blurred. cloudy. “f-fuck!” you moan when he increases the pace of his rhythmic thrusts. jaw clenching and eyes flooded with tears. your reflection looks back at you. mascara ruined and mouth open letting out choppy sounds. at this moment, you don't really care if the music is too loud to muffle your screams or not. you know for sure that haechan doesn't even care, you can even say that he is passionate about others hearing you. eager to let mark hear you.

“so fucking tight, taking my cock so well.” he hasn't stopped looking at you through the mirror, a grunt escapes from his mouth at the sight of you crying due to the arousal. “bet mark won't fuck you like this.” your pussy clenches around his cock, feeling a sweet pain spreading right where he's hitting. “s-shit...” you feel stargazing, sensing this rare feeling that you're about to piss. “o-oh, god.”

your hands go to one of his veiny arms, feeling how hard he's grabbing you. your body shudders as a white noise fills your senses. the numbness seizes you, shutting your eyes while haechan takes you to the edge. body shutting down when you finally explode, sobbing in a high-pitched moan because haechan doesn't stop pounding you.

your body ends up being a mess of spasms and squirms until you feel haechan tenses behind you. cock twitching and pulsing while he empties his load into you. feeling the warm seed painting your walls, hearing his throaty whimpers while he milks his dick in your cunt. shoving it deeper as he gets closer to you. back pressing his chest.

his voice releases venom when he says “dare you to talk to mark again.” you know that it's better to listen to him, but little does he know that all this was a scheme of you to make him fuck you senseless.

so, of course, you'd do it again.

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fanttasttica · 7 months

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Family

Helion x reader, Rhysand x daughter reader

You never knew your parents and yourself. One day you decide to leave your home and try to find something about yourself and your family. You come to the Day court, where you meet their cunning High lord, who also happens to be your mate. But your mate isn't the only person you found..

warnings: mentions of nudity

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It was a nice summer day. A wind gently caressed your cheeks, as you were looking at your friends, who were enjoying the day with their families. Fathers, mothers.. siblings. That was a luxury you have never known. You never knew your father or mother. The closest thing you had to parents were Christian and Lucille, who found you one day and raised as their own. You actually thought they were your parents, until they came clean when you reached your eighteen birthday. They knew you deserve the truth. Since then, you were jealous and happy at the same time for your friends, who had families on their own. You were watching them from a smaller distance, as they were laughing together wishing you could have something like that too. Not that you were not grateful for Christian and Lucille, you loved them but.. You wanted to find out who your parents were. Whose violet eyes were looking at you in the mirror? Did you have the same black hair as your mom? Was your smile similar to the smile of your father? Those were questions you earned an answer for.

You grew up in the mountains in Night court. Your village was quite small, nothing extraordinary here. It was not far from the borders the Night court shared with the Day court. You could walk there maybe after two or three hours. That means that sometimes you meet people traveling between these two courts. People who were more than willing to share stories. That was how you found out about Amarantha being dead. You knew her, of course you did. Everyone in Prythian did. She trapped all High lords under the mountain, took their powers.. They were helpless until one day a human girl named Feyre freed them. You were fascinated by her story. She was now your High lady, finally being happy with Rhysand, your High lord and you found that really nice. That they found each other after all that. You heard all stories about them and about other High lords and interesting people from travelers, merchants.. You were always listening to them very carefully, until one sunny day, when you decided to stop being the listener and become the traveler, narrator, yourself. It was an opportunity to get to know new places, people.. and maybe find out something about your parents.

“Are you sure you want to go? I mean..it can be really dangerous.” You smiled at your friends. “I am sure. I love you guys, I love this place but.. I just want to try and find out something about my parents, about me. And I think that's the thing I cannot accomplish here.” She sighed and nodded as a sign that she understands you. “Well.. I will not stop you, if that is really what you want. Just.. be careful and don't forget us.” You hugged her tight, trying to find back tears. “How could I ever forget you? You are my best friend, sister, even though we don't have the same parents. I will never forget you, don't worry. And also.. this isn't definitely the last time you see me. I will come back.”

It has been almost two months since you left. After almost a month of traveling, you came to the town which was surrounding the palace of Helion, the Day court´s High lord. Probably the sexiest male alive. You had only seen him once, from afar when he was walking and talking with some of his friends near the shop you worked. You found a job in a smaller café, simply because you needed money and you also quite quickly fell in love with the city and wanted to spend some time here. You weren't sure how long you were going to stay.. A few months? Year? But it didn't really matter. Your job did not only provide you with the money , no. It also helped you meet a few nice people you befriend and could spend time after work. It was nice, the days were not the same as in your old village. Every day brought something new, new skills you learned, new friends.. But the one day that stood out above all the days.. was the one when you met your mate.

It was almost noon when the bell rang and he walked into the café, where you were currently working. Helion stood in the doorway and was looking around the place as if he was searching for something, or rather someone. And then, suddenly, he looked at you, his already big smile grew even bigger. At that same moment, you felt something in your chest, in your heart. Mating bond. It snapped immediately, taking the air from your lungs. You blinked a few times, not daring to move or look away from his gaze as he walked closer to you. “Hello my little sunshine.”

From that moment, you didn't spend a day without a stolen moment with Helion. You found out that he already knew about the mating bond. It snapped for him a few minutes before he came in, as he was casually walking around the café. He saw you and needed only a few minutes before you he plucked up the courage to go talk to you. You decided to take things slowly. He was coming to the café, where you chatted when you were working. After a week he invited you to a date, to a beautiful restaurant, theater, then he took you on the picnic.. And that's basically how you ended up waking up in his large bed, with nothing but sheets on your naked body.

You two were seeing each other for almost three months. It was already winter, but that did not bother you. Helion was hugging you, his big and warm body was better than any blanket in the whole world. You were enjoying this quiet morning in his embrace, when you felt he was already waking up. His breathing changed and grip on you strengthened, as if he also wasn't ready to wake up and leave your bed. You giggled at him, whereupon he grunted. “Is there something funny, sunshine?” You sighed happily. “Just one certain High lord who is behaving like a little child who doesn't want to share his toy with anyone else.” He chuckled, turned you around, so you were now lying on your back on the comfortable mattress and he was towering over you in all his glory. You bit your lips at this sight. “But I don't want to share you with anyone else.” He started placing soft kisses on your neck, which was full of hickeys from the previous night. “I don't think that's possible. My shift is starting in an hour and you also have a lot of work.” You argued, trying to keep your thoughts clear, even though the idea of spending the whole day with your mate in bed was more than tempting. “That's why I want you to quit. You know I can take care of you, I want to take care of everything you need or want” This time it was you who chuckled at his idea. “And what would I do? Spend all my time in your bed, waiting for you to return? It would be boring.” You caressed his beautiful face. Admiring his beauty, before he spoke again. “You could always come with me to the meetings, sit on my lap and warm me.” He winked at you, as you punched him slightly in his biceps. After that his face grew more serious. “I love you Y/N. More than my court, more than the sun, more than everything else.. Just say you want this and I promise I will give you everything in the world. I will make you my High lady. My equal. Just one word is enough.”

It wasn't that hard a decision. You loved Helion with your whole being. You couldn't imagine a day without him. So you finally agreed. You gave him your answer that day, in the evening, when you served him dinner made by you. It was simple, private and even though Helion was known for parties, he really appreciated this. Mainly because after the meal he could immediately take to to the bedroom and fuck you all night without any disturbance. The only thing that was left to declare you his High lady. You urged him to wait a little. When you officially accepted the bond you also moved to his palace the next day and you simply wanted to get used to the new surroundings and to the bond, which was now stronger than before. He of course agreed to your wishes. But you still were slowly making plans for the celebration, because you decided to make this event publicly. Helion thought that it was only fair for his, yours, people to have an opportunity to witness this moment, when the first High lady of the Day court was crowned. And believed him, wanting to also make people happy, to make a good first impression and that was probably not possible if you were hiding in the shadows on that important day. You also decided to invite your and some of Helion's friends, which also included some other High lords and their families. You personally invited Thesan - High lord of the Dawn court, High lord of the Winter court and his wife, Tarquin, who was Hugh lord of the Summer court and lastly.. High lord, High lady of the Night court and their Inner circle.

Before every meeting with other High lords you were incredibly nervous and Helion was trying to calm you down as he could and he was successful, but this time.. It was different and you weren't sure why you felt this way. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your hands were sweating.. Maybe because you were supposed to meet the only other High lady that existed? Or maybe you were just nervous because you have heard a lot of stories about all of them? Rhysand was the most powerful High lord, his mate had powers of all seven High lords and her sisters were made by the Cauldron.. Not mentioning Cassian and Azriel, who were alive for more than five hundred years and killed more people than you have met in your lifetime. “Don't worry Y/N. They are really nice and don't bite more than me and you are already used to that.” Helion winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. This was something about him that you absolutely loved and at the same time found annoying. He was such a flirt. “I know and I believe you. Honestly.. I am not sure why I am so nervous.” You as and at the same time tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Before your mate could respond to you, you heard the sound of the door opening. You looked behind you and to your surprise you met the same eyes you had and they stared back at you in shock.

There was silence as the others entered the room as well. They were looking at you with shocked expressions and you returned it, mainly to the man that had the same eyes as you. And after a few moments you noticed that the eyes were not the only thing you shared. You also had the same hair, similar features. In the end it was Helion who broke the silence. “I.. I never realized that.” It wasn't surprising he was not very receptive to these things. “That's.. How?” High lady asked, turning to face her mate, who also finally recovered from the shock. “I have no idea, Feyre darling.” He took a few steps towards you. You looked at Helion, not sure what to do. What to say. Was it even possible? Was this really your father or was it some cruel joke made by the Cauldron? How did it happen? “It's her.” You heard a sweet voice from the group. A girl, a woman, in a pink dress came closer. You shared a confused look with your mate. “The girl from my visions. Rhys's daughter.”

To this moment, the only person who almost made you faint was Helion but when that woman said those words.. You had to grab your mate's strong arms, because otherwise you would be laying on the ground. This did not go unnoticed by your father and your mate, who grabbed you by your waist, holding you firmly. It was not only supporting in standing, it was calming you at the same time. Your father looked with worry. “Are you okay?” He asked you, you nodded in response. “I am, it's just.. a shock.” He smiled at you. “That's understandable. It's a shock for both of us. Well.. for all of us. He turned to his mate and Inner circle, as if he was having a quick conversation with them. After that, they came closer, introducing themselves with bright smiles. You have learned that the lady who was obviously a seer was Elaine, sister of your father's mate. It was Feyre who introduced herself to you last. It was a little bit weird for you, since she was a little bit younger than you and practically your step-mother, but she seemed nice. “By the way, what are you doing here? And how did you find my daughter, Helion?” You almost forgot they didn't know. Inviting High lords to your celebration was also a moment when Helion introduced you to them as his mate for the first time. He looked down at you and you gave him a simple nod. “Well.. she is my mate. And also my future High lady. We wanted to invite you to the celebration personally.”

Once again, they were shocked, especially your newly found father, who was looking between you and Helion. You wanted to say something. Something that could make this situation a little bit less weird, but couldn't find the right words. In the end, silence was broken by Cassian's and Morrigan's augh. “Well, I did not see that coming.” Your aunt said with amusement in her voice. You smiled nervously, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the thin air. “Congratulations, it's amazing.” Feyre told you kindly and shook Rhysand's hand, so he would wake up from his trance. “Yeah.. congratulations.”He looked from you to Helion. “You better make her happy.” His words warmed up your heart. It was nice of him to look after you only after knowing you for maybe ten minutes. Maybe you were an adult, but that didn't mean you couldn't create a loving bond with him. After the first shock, you finally felt happiness. You had a parent! A father! And at that moment you realized something. With a hope in your eyes you turned to Elaine. “Do you also know who my mother is?”

The smile on her face and the faces of the others froze. Well, except for you and Helion, since you didn't know anything. Elaine swallowed hard, making eye contact with both your father and Feyre, again having some type of silent conversation. After a while, your father sighed. “Your mother.. Well.. Things get a little bit complicated here.” He breathed out. “Maybe you already heard of her. It is.. Amarantha.” It had to be incredibly hard for him to say that. After he said that, he looked away, hurt from memories that came back only after saying her name out loud.

Of course you were in shock after finding out who your parents were. Being the daughter of the most powerful High lord and also a person who imprisoned not only him, but also your mate and a lot of other people.. Being the daughter of the person who killed and who was the main villain of many people's nightmares wasn't the best thing that could happen to you. But you were lucky to have your mate and also your father on your site. After finding out, you were really sad, angry, ashamed and also worried about what other people would think. What would Helion think? But luckily, he didn't care at all. He supported you, when you were recovering from the news and trying to accept them. He supported you when you tried and later successfully created a bond with your father, but also Feyre and their Inner circle. You were very lucky to have him, to have all of them. You finally had your own happy family.

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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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hii!! i hope your summer has been/was wonderful!!

if it’s possible could you do an evan buckley request to “begin again” by taylor swift?

where reader was in a really rough relationship and now with buck he’s treating her like an actual goddess and she’s constantly questioning to herself how she deserves it and mentioning how weird it is that he actually cares about/loves her.

thank you so so much in advance!! 🫶

begin again - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @meep-meep-richie

a/n: guys i’m SO sorry i have been so slow again w the fics, i’ve just been trying to enjoy summer as much as i can, but i certainly have some coming your way ;)) thank you for the request love, and i hope the rest of your august is lovely <3 i did a bit of a different style with this, hope you enjoy

“can you keep your location on this time?” her boyfriend asks, seeing her getting ready in the mirror.

“i’m just going to work, thomas,” y/n chuckles, thinking it was harmless, but she was his eyes roll almost to the back of his head.

“i’m just asking you one thing, y/n,” he groans.

“i just think you could trust me, i have a long shift today,” she brushes her hair back into an elastic, getting her belongings before grabbing her phone. she always tells herself that she’ll stand up for herself, but she falls into his traps anyway. she presses the small button hesitantly, showing him her location.

“hi, buck!” she greeted, as he walks in the door. he jogs right up to her, kissing the side of her cheek as she giggles into his touch. “i’m going out with some friends tonight, but i’ll be back before you know it so we can spend time together!”

“don’t rush, baby,” he laughs. “take your time with your friends, have a fun night.” he goes to love his stuff onto his counter, but she follows up behind him.

“oh, here, i’ll send you the link to find my friends,” she looks down at her phone, so she doesn’t see the confusion written all over his face.

“the link to what?”

“i’m just gonna send you my location, so you don’t have to ask.”

“honey, i don’t need your location,” he smiles lightly, giving her reassurance and it’s her turn to be confused.

“a-are you sure?” her nose crinkles along with her brows.

“of course, i trust you, always,” he tells her, letting the weight on her shoulders drop. she was hoping he wasn’t mad, but he would never, ever get mad at her for something as silly as that.

“oh!” she says, shocked but still appreciating him. “okay, thank you, i’ll be back in a bit.”

“don’t thank me, just be safe,” he pecks her lips again, watching her skip happily out the door.

y/n looked back in the long mirror again, slipping on a pair of heels to compliment the adorable dress she was wearing. they went along perfectly, and now she finally had an occasion to wear them. she was thrilled to show thomas her outfit, feeling pretty in her own skin and twirling the dress out in the mirror. she turned around, expecting a bright smirk on his face, but she was met with a flat expression.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, concern written in her words.

“nothing,” he grumbles, moving over to adjust his sleeves and grab something from the nightstand.

“no, somethings wrong. i can tell in your voice.”

“y/n, leave it,” he sighs, looking over at y/n who’s still waiting for a response. “are you sure you want to wear that?”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean, its a bit too much, don’t you think?” y/n looked back at the dress, not seeing anything wrong with it. maybe it was the design, her body, but clearly something was wrong with it. maybe she just couldn’t see the way he does. “we’re not going to the club, are we?”

“no, but i wanted to look nice.”

“maybe you should keep looking,” he tried to disguise his heartbreaking words with a light grin, but y/n saw right through it. he loves her, he just wants what’s best for her and she knows he knows best. so, she hung the dress back up and put the heels back in their box. she ran into the bathroom to change again, practicing happy smiles and tried to fight back the stinging tears in her eyes. he doesn’t want her to ruin her makeup.

buck and y/n’s schedules had aligned again, letting her finally be able to meet his real work family. she was so happy she could finally enter this part of his life, and only wanted to support all of his team at the 118.

y/n had been in the bathroom for a while, a little too long for buck to not have any concern. she was examining her outfit, the same dress she wore when thomas told her to take it off. she still felt beautiful in it, but not as much as she did. she never realized how easily someone could take away her confidence. she figured she’d at least leave a pair of new heels out, thinking buck would appreciate the simple sandal.

“y/n?” he knocks, lightly. “you doing alright, honey?”

“yeah!” she answers, suddenly getting that nervous feeling in her stomach. she hesitated on opening the door, but she clicked the lock and pulled it open. she felt more vulnerable than ever standing in front of him. she knew his reaction and that he’d want it off, but she was only met with complete admiration.

“woah,” he exhales, looking at her gorgeous dress and wonderful figure underneath.

“i can change if you don’t want me to wear this, i have a few more options in the bathro-“

“are you kidding? you have to wear this, you look so beautiful in this, y/n!”

“i do?” she asks, looking into his genuine eyes.

“of course you do, what makes you say that?”

“it’s just that, you know, it’s nothing,” she tried to walk back over to the shoe rack, looking for her sandals but his hand stops her.

“hey, talk to me,” buck requests, softly but also wanting her to be able to open up.

“my ex didn’t like this dress, he didn’t think i was good enough for a piece of fabric,” she laughs sarcastically, but buck can tell it hurts her still.

“well, he’s a dumbass, a dumbass who lost you,” he replies. “i’ve never seen someone more gorgeous than you, i don’t care what anyone says. i’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

“just make everything so much better without trying?”

“oh, you know,” buck jokes, putting his arm around her shoulder. “im a natural, that’s all.” she slaps his shoulder, laughing at him before going off to see his family.

y/n stood in the corner of the room in an outfit she never wanted to wear today. she watched everyone converse in a friendly way, only few people stopping by to say hello. even if they did, it lasted a few minutes. she quickly became a decoration to thomas, just being there for silent support before he ditched her for more rich businesspeople. she sipped lightly at her small glass of champagne, wishing she had the whole bottle with her.

he didn’t see any potential in her, not even caring to introduce her until someone asked who she was. she never had felt more out of place, but it became a regular thing. he’d venture off to talk to other people, leaving y/n in the dark. she felt like she was just swept under the rug, something to deal with later.

“bobby, come over here!” buck shouted across the room, waving his hand for bobby to come over. when he did, he had a welcoming smile on his face and shook y/n’s hand. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“it’s nice to finally meet you, y/n,” he says. “we’ve heard a lot about you, like a lot.”

“thank you for having me today,” she replies gracefully, looking at buck who’s glancing back at her with pride in his face.

“it’s our pleasure, really, you’re a delight, y/n.” athena walks in, wrapping her arm around bobby’s waist and offering y/n a drink. buck guides her over to chim and hen who sat together on one of the benches in the grants backyard.

“y/n, this is henrietta, or hen, and then chimney,” buck smiles, his hand still connected with hers and letting her say hello to everyone.

“my real names howard, by the way, not sure if that one bothered to mention that,” chimney pokes fun at buck, who pretends to be offended for a moment but just lets it be.

“i’m glad we can put this lovely face to the name,” hen beams, looking at y/n and feeling the positivity radiating from her. “maybe you can rub off on that one.”

“my names not ‘that one’ by the way, and i’m right here!” buck fake complains, but knowing they all have a good heart. “i’m about to leave and take her with me.”

everyone groans in complaint, making y/n laugh and buck leading her to sit next to everyone. she makes her rounds saying hello to athena’s kids and eddie, everyone finding her to be so graceful. the acceptance from everyone was fully unexpected on y/n’s part, barely being able to comprehend how buck could be so in love with her. she had stepped out for a moment after assisting athena and bobby in the kitchen, buck following right after her.

y/n never got this treatment from thomas, always feeling like she had to beg for it but it was so easy for buck. it made her years of insecurity and questioning vanish, only to be replaced with the security from her loving man.

“you alright?” he asks, meeting her by the steps of the home.

“yeah, i’m perfect!” she tells him. “i just didn’t expect this.”

“they all love you, what’s not to love?” he replies softly, looking her up and down. “you’re smart, you’re the sweetest person i’ve ever met, you’re wonderful in every way, y/n.”

“i remember when thomas took me to work events, and i was just in the corner with a drink. no one really noticed i was there, so it just came as a surprise to see you so affectionate.”

“i’ll always show you off, you’re the best woman i’ve ever met. i want the whole world to know that i managed to get you, and also,” he kisses her lips, bringing her thoughts back down to earth to ease her worries. “i love you, a lot.”

in that moment, y/n knew buck was everything that her ex could never be.

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Dean’s Birthday Surprise

Summary: Y/N get’s Dean a kinky surprise for his 44th Birthday!

Warnings: 18 + Only!! HERE THERE BE SMUT!!!! NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ THIS FIC!!! Crotchless panties, girl on top, fingering, language, nudity. P & V smut.

Written For: @spnkinkevents

Prompt: Crotchless Panties

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

A/N: A little something I through together for our best boy’s birthday! This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Enjoy!

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Dean’s POV:

Dean felt old, and he hated every minute of it.

Honestly, he never expected to live to see 44 years of age. He figured he was gonna die bloody as a young man. When he was 43 he came damn close to it.

Still, here he stands. Alive, well, and more than a little depressed.

He couldn't understand it really, how he got old. One minute he was a young man, hunting, and had the ladies eating out of the palm of his hand. Next, he was being told her had "dad bod", whatever the fuck that was.

Logically, Dean knew he wasn't old, he just didn't expect to live this long. He didn't know what to do with his life from here. Sure, he had Y\N, but how long could he expect that to last really? She was young, beautiful, smart, hell, he was surprised every day he woke up and she was still laying with her head on his chest. Fuck if he'd ever understand why she loved him, but she said she did.

"Happy birthday handsome," her voice sounded from behind him as her arms wrapped around his middle, and her head rested on his back. Good he didn't deserve her. She was far too perfect for him. Still, he was selfish, and he loved her, so he did everything he could to make her stay.

"Thanks," he managed to croak out after clearing his throat. He stopped the sponge in his hand into the soap filled bucket at his feet so that he could rest his hand on top of hers.

"You gonna take her for a spin now that you got her all clean?" She questioned, sliding herself around to stand in front of him moving her hands to rest on his shoulders.

Dean hummed before pressing his lips to her own in a brief kiss. To brief for his liking, normally he was much more thorough. He was just so trapped in his head. Maybe a drive would do him some good. Being alone in Baby always helped clear his head.

"Yeah, I think I will…"

"Good," she quipped quickly. "Cause when you get home I got a surprise for my favorite birthday boy."

"Aw baby," Dean said with an exhausted sigh. " I told you that you didn't have to make a fuss over me."

"No argument Mr.! "She fussed, shoving his shoulders playfully and earning a genuine smirk from him. "Now, you go take a ride, clear your head so you can get out of whatever headspace you're trapped in there, and we're gonna have some time alone with the bunker all to ourselves."

Dean sighed heavily before leaning forward to peck her lips again.

"Where's Sammy gonna be?" Dean questioned, turning to stare at his girl, who was leaning against her bright red, classic Mustang. Admiring him like he was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. God he really, really didn't deserve her.

"He and Eileen have a date tonight, and he said he's already planning to stay there at her house," Y/N answered. "Now GO! I got to get ready for your present."

"Fine, fine," Dean waved her off and opened the car door, shaking his head in disbelief at this woman and how she could possibly love him.

Y/N POV:

Three hours later, Y/N found herself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup with nothing on but a short, black silk robe, and a pair of lace, crotchless panties.

Normally, Dean wasn't much for theatrics. 'They're just gonna end up on the floor anyway', he says, but Y/N knew that he enjoyed these kinda things more than he wanted to admit. He just didn't want her to feel like she HAD to do this kinda thing for him. Like he didn't deserve the extra attention. Y/N disagree, honestly she wished he'd let her do more. She would just have to settle for birthdays and special occasions, today just happened to be Dean's birthday.

Besides, when he saw her in this, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t gonna have enough blood left in his brain to argue about it with her anyway.

She quickly brushed her hand through her hair to give herself some volume, and smiled victorious at the image of the woman she’d created staring back at her. She was quite proud of this look if she did say so herself.

As if on cue, Y/N heard the distinct sound of the bunker garage door closing, and she knew she had just a few minutes before Dean came wandering into their shared room. He was very much a creature of habit, or else this surprise would have been a lot harder to pull off.

Still, knowing Dean the way she did, she hurried to position herself on the bed, first trying laying in her side, but that didn’t really work for, then she tried laying her back, but that really didn’t do it, so she tried a fail safe, something she knew Dean enjoyed, even if he didn’t want to admit that he enjoyed it, and that was her on her knees, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved so much.

She had no more loosened the ties on her kaminio, revealing the perfect swells of her supple breast, than the bedroom door cracked open, and Dean stepped in, still looking at his phone.

“Hey baby, I’m hungry, I’m think about ordering a piz—”

Dean’s words died somewhere in his throat when he looked up to find Y/N kneeling in the center of the bed, legs spread just enough to not reveal too much, but enough to be inviting, and nothing but a thin, black slick gathering of fabric covering his prize. His phone slipped from his fingers, and landed on the floor along with his jaw, and she couldn’t help but smirk in victory.

“Happy birthday De,” she voiced as he started to robotically kick off his shoes, as well as shed his jacket, attempting to shed all of the layers he had on as fast as he possibly could. “Why don’t you come on over here and open up your present?”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, as he ripped his shirt off his head, leaving a cute, hedgehog hairstyle behind. He was already working his belt and jeans loose before he started to move towards the bed, hungry green eyes taking in all that they could devour.

“Goddamit baby girl, you’re gonna give a man a heart attack,” Dean mumbled as he climbed onto the bed knees first. His hands already reached for her hips to pull her as flush to him as she could before their lips collided with one another in a deep, need filled kiss.

“So I take it that you like it then,” she questioned as she pulled away from him, leaving him chasing her kiss with the most adorable disgruntled face. Almost as if he was confused and offended at her for taking her lips away from his too soon.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said, his thick, capable fingers already pulling the thin black tigh loose, causing her covering to fall apart, and reveal his real resent underneath.

“Are those crotchless,” his graveled voice trimmed down from his perfect, pink, kiss swollen lips in almost a whisper.

Y/N shrugged, smirking. “Well Dean, you said that these kinda things are pointless because they always ended up on the floor anyway, so I decided I’d save you the trouble and just get a pair of easy access ones that can stay on.”

As she spoke, Dean’s mouth attacked her throat, laying the pair of them back onto the bed behind her carefully. His cock already hard and straining against his black boxers, begging to be released, so she obliged, and slid them down his hips so that he could kick them off, leaving himself bare before her.

“How did I get so damn lucky?” Dean questioned just as his perfect mouth sealed over her already erect nipple from the cool temperature of the room contrasting with the fire that Dean was already stoking inside of her. His fingers slipped between her folds, teasing her already sensitive clit as he worked her over, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate. “So fucking beautiful Y/N.”

“Pretty sure I’m the lucky one De,” she managed to say between desperate pants as Dean moved over to the other breast, determined to not leave anyone out, and slipped his thick fingers into her slick heat with ease, curing them in all the right places as he slowly pumped them in and out of her dripping cunt, causing the cord in her stomach to wind tighter and tighter until she was cumming undone underneath him, screaming his name like a prayer.

“So fucking beautiful Y/N/N,” he repeated as he kissed his way back up to her face, leaving as many little wet, opened mouthed kisses as he could muster as he did while she slowly decended from the high he’d driven her too.

“Your turn handsome, it is your birthday after all,” she tried to sit up, but he stopped her, his wide palm resting softly against her shoulder to hold her back down as he pumped his pink, fully erect, leaking cock in his hand.

“No, no princess, it’s my present, and I”ll play with it however I want too, and baby I wanna watch,” he growled as he carefully slid his swollen length through her slick, gathering as much of her juices as he could before sliding into welcoming center, moaning audibly as he watched her body close in around him, covered in black lace.

He pumped slowly there, watching his body disappear into her own, mesmerized by sight that lay underneath him, and she shivered as each slow drag of his manhood through her quivering cunt drover her too damn near insanity, stretching her and filling her, but never quite giving her what she needed.

Without warning, Dean flipped the pair of them over, settling her on top of him so that he could watch her more easily, totally and completely captivated, like a man starved, or a blind man seeing for the first time. She would never understand why he always looked at her like that. Not when she felt like the lucky one.

Dean was a man of few words, but he didn’t have to say anything as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his dick, causing him to toss his head back and his eyes to roll momentarily as his hips rose and feel to meet her pace until neither of them could take it anymore and she began to ride him in earnest. Leaving the room filled with sounds of heavy breath and skin against skin.

Dean’s thick fingers sank deep into her thighs as he rolled his hips up to meet her, he was so close, she could see it in the way he strained to hold on as long as he could, drag it out as long as possible, until his body was shaking underneath her own, and his dick twitched heavily as he came deep inside of her, triggering her own release as well.

“Sammy’s gone all night you said?” Dean panted as helped her off of his softening cock to lay down on his heaving chest,

“Yep, all night,” she chuckled.

“Good,” he replied, “cause in fifteen minutes we’re going again.”

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Ocean | B.Barnes

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I wrote this forever ago, i had it posted here but i just accidentally deleted it as i was revising everything so im posting it again.

Inspired by the song Ocean by Lady A

Your relationship with Bucky was like an ocean; when the water was still, it was breathtaking. The way both the sun and the moon glistened off of it mirrored the light in his eyes when he looked at you, a reflection of the unspoken bond that tethered you both in deep waters.

But then, the waves would build, the calm shattering into a tempest. You'd fight against the growing swells, struggling to reach him as the riptides pulled him further away. Each wave that crashed over you was a reminder of the distance growing between you, but you weren't afraid to battle the currents, even if it meant drowning in the attempt to reach him.

Eventually, the storm would pass, and you'd find yourself washed ashore, alone, watching as he drifted further and further away. Every time you thought he was lost to the horizon, a flicker of hope would rise in your chest—maybe this time, he would turn back, maybe this time, he would swim to you. But he never did. He always let the ocean take him, surrendering to its cold, unforgiving embrace.

You were left with the sand beneath your feet and the ache of love that felt more like a wound than a comfort. Yet, even as the salt stung your eyes and the wind chilled your skin, you stayed by the shore, waiting for the day when the waves would bring him back to you.

And so, you remained—caught between the pull of the ocean and the longing for the man who seemed to be as unreachable as the horizon.

The waves

He was seated at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. You were in the armchair to his right, close enough to touch, but he felt like he was worlds away.

"Bucky, please talk to me," you pleaded softly, your voice a fragile thread of hope.

He huffed, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. When his ocean-blue eyes met yours, your heart stuttered at the sight of them—their beauty, their depth, and the sorrow that lingered within them. His eyes were always more telling than his words ever could be, a window to the sadness he carried so deeply.

He had so much to say, always did. A whirlwind of thoughts and broken sentences stormed through his mind, a cacophony of unspoken words. Some were secrets he was glad to keep, others were truths he longed to scream, but all of them were trapped in the chaos that never seemed to settle.

His lips parted slightly, as if he were searching for the right words to say. You deserved the world, the stars, the moon—but he feared you didn't deserve the darkness that came with him. Every time he looked at you, he saw the light at the end of his tunnel, but the weight of his past, the shadows that clung to him, made it feel impossible to reach that light.

He shook his head, defeated, as the words that could never express the depth of his turmoil died on his lips. Silence wrapped around the two of you, thick and suffocating.

You sighed, the sound heavy with worry and weariness, and pushed yourself up from the chair. Moving to sit beside him, you placed a gentle hand on his cheek, turning his face toward you. "Please, don't push me away, Buck. Please."

His breath hitched at your touch, his resolve crumbling under the weight of your plea. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it any louder would make it more real.

You felt your heart break a little more at his words, but you refused to let go. "That's not for you to decide," you whispered back, your voice firm despite the tears welling in your eyes. "I’m here because I want to be, but you have to let me in."

His eyes searched yours, desperate and uncertain, as if looking for an answer to a question he didn't know how to ask. For a moment, he just stared at you, his breath shallow, the war within him evident.

Finally, with a shaky exhale, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and you could almost feel the walls he had built start to crack.

"I'm scared," he admitted, his voice breaking, the vulnerability in his confession laying bare the depth of his struggle.

"I know," you replied, wrapping your other arm around him, pulling him into an embrace. "But you don't have to face it alone, Bucky. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He clung to you then, like a man lost at sea, finally finding a lifeline. The waves might have pulled him under before, but in this moment, he found solace in your arms, the storm within him calming, if only just a little.

You held him tightly, feeling the tension slowly melt away as he rested his head against your shoulder. His breath was warm against your neck, shaky at first, but gradually, it began to steady. The weight of everything he'd been carrying felt palpable in the way he leaned into you, as if he was finally allowing himself to let go, even if just for a moment.

You gently stroked the back of his head, your fingers weaving through his hair, offering him comfort in the only way you knew how. His grip on you tightened as if he feared you'd slip away like the countless dreams that turned to nightmares. But you remained, solid and unwavering.

"I’m so tired," he whispered, the words heavy with exhaustion, both physical and emotional. It was more than just fatigue—it was the weight of a century's worth of pain, regret, and memories that haunted him.

"I know, Buck," you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "You don’t have to carry it all by yourself anymore."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. His eyes, once turbulent like stormy seas, were now calm but still clouded with doubt. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to get caught in his throat.

So, you spoke for him. "You don't have to be perfect, or strong all the time. It's okay to be vulnerable, to let someone else shoulder some of the burden."

His expression softened, and a glimmer of something that had been long buried—hope—began to surface. But then, just as quickly, it was shadowed by a flicker of fear.

“What if… what if I hurt you?” His voice trembled, betraying the deep-seated fear he’d never fully voiced. "What if the darkness takes over, and I lose control?"

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. "You won’t," you said with conviction, even though you knew the risk.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and this time, he didn’t fight them. He let them fall, a silent acknowledgment of the fears and doubts that had plagued him for so long. And in that moment, something shifted—something fragile and beautiful began to grow between you, a bond strengthened by the shared pain and the promise of healing.

He wrapped his arms around you again, holding you like you were his anchor in the storm. And perhaps you were, but you also knew that he was stronger than he realized—that together, you could weather whatever storms came your way.

As the night wore on, you stayed there, holding him close, not saying anything more. Words weren’t needed. The silence was filled with a quiet understanding, a shared resilience that would carry you both through the darkest of times.

Finally, when the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, he spoke again, his voice soft but resolute. "Thank you," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "For not giving up on me."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love and determination. "Never," you replied, your voice steady. "i love you so much Bucky”

And that's what scared him the most.

The Riptide

“No, we're not doing this again, Bucky. Please,” you begged, your voice cracking as tears streamed down your face, a cascade of salt water that mirrored the storm brewing inside you. “Let me in.”

“Doll, I think it's best if you—"

“No!” The word ripped from your throat, louder than you intended, filled with desperation. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, your voice trembling as you continued, “Bucky, I love you so much it hurts. Why won’t you just let me in?”

“That’s just it, Y/N, it shouldn’t hurt.” His voice was soft, almost broken, as he reached out, taking your hands in his. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil churning between you.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Bucky… I can handle all of this, if it means I get this.” You pulled your right hand from his grasp, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart. You could feel the steady, somber beat beneath your palm, a rhythm that should have brought you comfort but instead felt like a countdown.

“You already have it. You’re the only light I’ve ever known,” he murmured, his voice full of a kind of hopeless admiration that twisted the knife in your heart even deeper. “But I feel like I’m drowning” He paused, placing his hand over yours, trapping it against his chest, where his heart ached beneath the surface. “But I can’t—I won’t take you down with me. You deserve to be away from this, from me, where it’s safe.”

Your bottom lip trembled, your voice barely a whisper. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I just need time.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, your hands slipping from his as disbelief and hurt twisted your expression. “You’re pushing me away… again?”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even lift his head to meet your eyes. The silence was deafening, filled with everything he wasn’t saying, everything he was too afraid to admit.

You scoffed, the sound bitter and full of pain, as you turned away from him, your footsteps heavy as you made your way to the door. Your hand gripped the handle so tightly your knuckles turned white, but you paused, wiping away a tear with your sleeve, your voice breaking as you whispered, “I’m not afraid to drown.”

But when you glanced back at him, hoping—praying—that he would say something, anything to stop you, he remained silent, his head still bowed, as if he were already mourning the loss he’d caused.

The door clicked shut behind you, and with it, the weight of your love felt like it was sinking you, dragging you down into the depths of despair. You weren’t afraid to drown, but you were terrified of what it would feel like to swim in these dark waters alone, with only the ghost of his love as a fading light in the distance.

And as you walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were the one who had been pushed out to sea, leaving him safe on the shore, unwilling to follow you into the deep.

The Shore

It had been seven weeks.

The longest he'd ever pushed you away before, and you were getting scared. Not scared that he didn’t love you anymore, or that he didn’t want you—those were the only things you were ever truly sure of. But you were scared that you were getting used to being alone, that you were learning to live with the emptiness he left behind. And you didn’t want to know how much loneliness you could take before it consumed you entirely, before he truly lost you to it.

“You gonna stand here all day?”

You spun around, your eyes meeting those familiar green ones. Steve stood beside you, resting his arms on the railing. “I think I just might.”

“It’s not hard to get lost in,” he said, his voice gentle, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace you had found in staring out at the waves.

“It’s a nice escape.”

“And what are you escaping from?” he asked, turning to face you, but your gaze remained fixed on the horizon. He studied you, noting the subtle changes—the way your shoulders slumped slightly, the way your eyes had lost some of their sparkle. You were still beautiful, but there was a heaviness about you that hadn’t been there before. Steve had known you since Natasha brought you into their lives, her unbiological sister. He remembered the fierce, resilient woman who had fought her way out of the Red Room, who had faced every battle with an unwavering spirit. But now, standing beside you, he could see that spirit was fading.

Natasha had tried for so long to set you up with Steve, always teasing him about it. And he had thought about it, more than once. But there was always something in the way—a mission, a battle, or the nagging feeling that you were meant for someone else. And he was right. You were meant for Bucky.

Steve knew what Bucky had been through, and he knew you did too. When things started getting serious between you and Bucky, Steve had sat you down, told you the truth—that Bucky would push you away, again and again, and if you really wanted to be with him, you needed to be ready for that. You had promised Steve that no matter what, you would stand by Bucky, even if it meant enduring the heartache that came with it. You told him that Bucky and he were stuck with you.

But Steve hadn’t expected Bucky to push you away so often, to shut you out so completely. And now, he could see the toll it was taking on you. Each time Bucky pushed you away, another piece of you seemed to disappear, leaving behind someone Steve barely recognized.

Bucky thought he was protecting you, saving you from the darkness that consumed him. Steve had once thought the same—that it was better for you to be kept at a distance than to be dragged down with Bucky. But now, Steve could see that the distance was doing more damage than anything Bucky’s darkness could throw at you. The light in you, the light that had once burned so brightly, was slowly dimming.

“What don’t I have to escape from?” you chuckled bitterly. “There’s always something to need an escape from these days.”

Steve offered you a soft, sad smile. “Well, Y/N, what are you escaping from today?”

He watched as you sighed, your gaze drifting from the water to the shore. “I feel like I’m not only losing him, but I’m losing myself, Steve.”

“He’s doing what he thinks is best for you. He’s doing it because he loves you, Y/N.” He doesn’t know who he was truly trying to convince, him or you.

You finally turned to face him, and Steve felt a pang of guilt as he saw the tear roll down your cheek. You looked so different from the person he had known. Your eyes, once so vibrant, were now dull and tired. Dark circles shadowed them, and your face was gaunt, the result of too many sleepless nights and too many days spent wondering when—or if—Bucky would come back to you. Your hair was longer, unkempt, and you looked frail—like a ghost of the woman you once were.

“I wish that was enough—the whole ‘it’s because he loves you’ line. God, I wish it was, Steve,” you whispered, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. “But it’s not enough anymore. Not when every time he pushes me away, I feel like I’m losing another piece of myself. And I don’t know how many pieces I have left before there’s nothing left of me to give.”

Steve’s heart ached for you, knowing that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t change the reality of what you were going through. He knew Bucky was breaking your heart, even if he didn’t mean to, even if he thought he was doing it for your own good. And the worst part was, Steve couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t make Bucky see what he was doing to you, couldn’t make you stop loving him enough to protect yourself.

“You deserve so much more, Y/N,” Steve said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

Your lips trembled, and you shook your head. “But I don’t want more, Steve. I just want him.”

Steve swallowed hard, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. He wanted to tell you that you deserved better, that you deserved someone who would fight to stay with you, not someone who kept pushing you away. But he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. You loved Bucky, and no matter how much it hurt, that wasn’t something you could just walk away from.

Instead, he reached out, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You let out a shuddering breath as you rested your head against his chest, and he held you tightly, wishing he could take away your pain, even if just for a moment.

“I’m here for you, Y/N. Always,” Steve whispered, his voice barely audible. “And I’ll keep fighting for him to come back to you. But if you ever need to talk, or just… be, you know where to find me.”

You nodded against him, your tears soaking into his shirt, and he held you until the sun dipped below the horizon, until the darkness settled over the shore and the only sound was the distant crash of the waves. And in that moment, Steve made a silent promise—to be the friend you needed, even if it meant watching you hold onto someone who was slowly slipping away from you.

Because he knew that loving Bucky wasn’t something you could stop, no matter how much it hurt. And as much as Steve wanted to protect you from the heartache, he knew that this was something you had to face on your own. The only thing he could do was stand by your side, hoping that one day, Bucky would realize just how much he was losing before it was too late.

The lighthouse

Bucky was a runner. He would run when he needed to clear his head, to stay in shape, but more than anything, he would run when things got tough.

He ran from his feelings, from sharing those feelings with you. He ran when he felt himself sinking, spiraling into that familiar darkness that threatened to consume him.

But you weren’t a runner—not like him. You hated running, found other ways to stay in shape. You faced your feelings head-on, confronted them with the kind of courage Bucky admired but couldn’t quite understand. And most importantly, you never ran away from him. So instead, he pushed you away.

And when Bucky pulled back, retreating into himself, that was the only time you would run. Not away from him, but towards him, trying to close the distance he created. You would run into the storm, hoping to bring him back, to hold onto him just a little longer.

But anytime Bucky felt himself start to drown, he would hope, almost pray, that you’d be sent on a mission soon, that you’d be spared from witnessing the worst of him. Because even though he knew you could handle it—would handle it because you loved him—he couldn’t bear the thought of you seeing him at his lowest. He knew you loved him, even if he couldn’t fathom why. You’d do anything for him, even stand by his side when the darkness took hold. But that was the problem. He didn’t know how to let you in, how to share the burden he’d carried for so long.

So when there were no missions to send you on, when you were there, steadfast and unwavering, he asked for space. And you would nod, telling him you’d still be there for him, always. With time, he thought he’d get better, that he could rid himself of the darkness and the rough waters once and for all, and return to you as the man you deserved. But that wasn’t the case. The darkness lingered, and no matter how hard he fought, it remained, a shadow over his every thought.

You were the lighthouse guiding him through the high waters, and he was desperate to reach you. But with each passing day, he noticed your light growing dimmer and dimmer. He thought it was because he was being pulled further away by the current, drifting beyond the reach of your warmth.

It wasn’t until now that he realized the truth. He wasn’t being pulled away. He was anchored to the same spot, stuck in his own despair, and your light wasn’t fading because he was too far gone—it was burning out. He had drained you, piece by piece, until there was almost nothing left.

And that realization hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him, leaving him breathless and choking on the truth he had refused to see. He wasn’t just lost in his darkness; he was dragging you down with him.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes. He had pushed you away time and time again, thinking it was for your own good, thinking he was sparing you the pain of his brokenness. But all he had done was hurt you, dimming the light that had once been so bright, so full of life. The guilt was overwhelming, suffocating.

He could hear you moving around the apartment, your footsteps light but deliberate, as if you were trying to keep yourself busy, trying to stay afloat. He wanted to reach out, to pull you close and tell you how sorry he was, how much he loved you, how he didn’t want to lose you. But the words stuck in his throat, and all he could do was sit there, paralyzed by fear and regret.

The Current

You lay in your bed, tossing and turning, the sheets twisted around you like a suffocating net. Sleep was a distant memory, elusive and cruel. Without Bucky beside you, it felt impossible to find any peace. The first few weeks without him were always the easiest; his presence still lingered in the room, in the folds of the blankets, in the faint scent on the pillow. You could close your eyes and almost feel his arms around you, hear his steady breathing lulling you to sleep. But now, even that comfort was gone. The memory of his touch had faded, leaving nothing but a hollow ache in its place.

You wrapped your own arms around yourself, trying to mimic the warmth he used to provide, but it was hopeless. The emptiness gnawed at you, growing more unbearable with each passing day. With a heavy sigh, you slipped out of bed, pulled on your slippers, and grabbed a blanket. There was only one place left where you could find any semblance of comfort.

Outside, the night air was cool against your tear-stained cheeks. You settled into one of the lawn chairs, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of the crashing waves. Normally, the ocean soothed you, its rhythmic ebb and flow calming your restless mind. But tonight, the waves seemed to echo the storm inside you, stirring up all the pain and resentment you’d been trying so hard to bury. Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face, each one a reflection of the tempest raging within.

You felt betrayed, hurt, and angry. The first time Bucky pushed you away, it was only for a couple of days. The second time, a week. And with each time, the distance grew longer, the silence more suffocating. You had been patient, understanding, loving. But you’d reached your breaking point. You couldn’t keep doing this—couldn’t keep losing yourself to the tides of his darkness.

With a frustrated cry, you tossed the blanket to the ground and pushed the chair back, your resolve hardening with every passing second.

“Friday, where’s Bucky?” you asked, your voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

“He’s in the gym with Captain Rogers,” the AI responded.

You didn’t care if you had a breakdown in front of Steve. At this point, you didn’t care about anything but confronting Bucky. His feelings had always mattered so much to you, but now you were drowning in the realization that yours didn’t seem to matter to him at all.

The gym door slammed open as you stormed inside. Steve was the first to notice you, concern etched across his features. “Y/N,” he called out, his voice filled with worry.

At the mention of your name, Bucky froze, dropping his arms to his sides. He spun around so fast Steve had to steady him. The last time Bucky saw you was weeks ago, before you left on that solo mission. He remembered waiting for you by the bay doors, pulling you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your lips, and promising that things would be better when you returned, that this time would be different. But you didn’t come to find him after you returned. You didn’t seek him out to tell him how it went, and now, as he looked at you, he realized just how much had changed.

You looked worn down, almost broken. Your hair was a mess, flyaway strands framing your face. You’d lost weight, your frame appearing almost fragile in the harsh light. Dark circles shadowed your eyes, which were bloodshot and filled with a pain that made Bucky’s heart clench. Scratches marred your skin, and a bandage with dried blood was wrapped around your forearm. But it was your eyes that struck him the hardest—they were dull, lifeless, so far from the vibrant light he had fallen in love with.

The Ocean

“What about me?” you whispered, your voice cracking as you spoke.

Bucky took a tentative step forward, his heart aching at the sight of you like this. Steve, sensing the intensity of the moment, stepped back, giving you the space you needed.

“What about me, Bucky?” you repeated, tears slipping down your cheeks. This time, you didn’t bother to wipe them away. “I’m so tired of this,” you continued, your voice trembling. “You say that I’m your light, but you’re mine too. And Bucky, it’s so dark now. I can’t do this anymore—it hurts too much.”

His eyes softened, filled with a whirlwind of emotions that he could never quite express. “Do what anymore, doll?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and if the room hadn’t been so silent, you might have missed the way it cracked at the end.

Steve held his breath, afraid to move, afraid that the wrong word or gesture might shatter what little remained of this fragile moment.

“The distance,” you choked out. “I can’t do it anymore. I’m drowning, Bucky.” Your sobs came harder now, shaking your entire body as you buried your face in your hands. “All I want to do is swim… swim back to you, but I’m so tired of doing it alone.”

Without hesitation, Bucky closed the distance between you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you were floating, the waves calming as his embrace anchored you to something solid.

“I’m tired of doing this alone,” you whispered against his chest, your voice barely audible.

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that continued to fall. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re right. I’ve been pushing you away, and it’s not fair. You’ve been there for me, through everything, and I should have let you in a long time ago.”

You stared up at him, your eyes searching his, looking for any sign that this time would be different. That this time, he wouldn’t retreat into his darkness, leaving you to navigate the storm on your own.

“Are you really going to let me in, Bucky? Because I can’t… I can’t keep holding on if you’re just going to push me away again.”

He nodded, his expression sincere, his blue eyes shimmering even under the harsh fluorescent lights. “I’m done running, doll. I want to swim with you… I want to face whatever comes, together. I need you, more than I ever realized.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the last of your defenses crumble. For so long, you had been the one reaching out, trying to pull him back from the edge. And now, finally, he was reaching back.

“You’re an ocean, beautiful and blue,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “And I want to swim in you, Bucky. I want to dive deep and never come up for air.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “Then let’s swim together, doll. No more pushing away. No more running.”

And with that, you closed the distance, capturing his lips in a kiss that was long overdue. It was a kiss filled with all the love, all the pain, all the desperation you’d both been holding onto. A kiss that promised things would be different, that you would both fight for each other, for the light that still flickered between you.

The waves outside continued to crash against the shore, but inside, the storm had finally begun to calm.

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zu8her · 1 year

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✧･ﾟGuilty | Kuroo Tetsurou — He just wants her to sit on his face. Is that too much to ask for?

✧･ﾟtags — black!reader, guilty!kuroo, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, study, mention of the reader with stretch marks, finger fucking, oral sex, cum eating, no beta reader

✧･ﾟnotes — just procrastinating. i write tomorrow. did i study? i bit, anyway if you liked thx u. i was hrny.

There she was. So beautiful in her lavender dress. Her knotless braids, gently tucked behind her white bandana. Walking toward him, giving him a small smile. “Hey, baby.” She greets him pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel her soft tits press against him, smell the aloe vera aroma of her hair, inhale the subtle scent of jasmine and the hint of coconut on her skin, feel her soft hands at his nape entangling his raven strands between her fingers and her breath at the crook of his neck as she softly sighs.

He holds her tightly at her waist. Desperately trying to get her closer. To have her engulf him. Squeezing her hips, he attempts to kiss her. His hooded eyes fixate on her glossed two-toned lips. Unfortunately, his indulgence is interrupted by a classmate greeting y/n, causing her to turn her head and flash a smile. Removing her hand from his shoulder she waves.

He continues to gape at her. At her smile and her tits against his stomach. How perfect. She turns back to him. "What?" He shakes his head. "You wanna study together. I have a Calculus Test in a week and there's this equation that's been bugging me." He gives a hazy nod. In turn, she gives him a look of question before dismissing her worry and entwining her hand with his.

Once they reach his apartment, he unlocks the door and she enters. He watches her. Taking the time to stare at her once more. Scanning every part of her he wants to devour. "Ya coming?" "Yeah..."

As he shuts the door, she pivots for his bedroom immediately discarding her floral dress for one of Kuroo's sweaters that never seem to fit her. He loves that they don't fit her. He loves watching as she pulls off her floral dress, gracing him with Her. Her curves. The stretch marks at her hips. Her arse. The beauty mark just above her torso and her eyes, meeting his gaze.

He moves unconformably with the growing bulge trapped in his pants. Violently, forcing down the ache to wrap his fist around it and stroke to his delight, having precum leak out as she watches. He couldn't take it. He wanted her. He'd had this ache for the past few days. This uncontrollable ache to have her. To fuck her. Empty himself inside her. Taste her. Have her cum permanently linger in his mouth...

He tried to get rid of it. This overwhelming urge to bend her down and have her enjoy repeated backshots. He tried going for a jog. Burying his head in his books. Staying later than usual, practicing with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima. A cold shower. Even jerking off to pictures of her but nothing worked.

He is hesitant to ask a simple request of her. If possible, to just sit on his face. But it's finals and he knows how much it means to her to get good grades this semester. She deserves it because works hard. She needed no distractions. He wanted to be that space she could focus, relax and study with.

But he couldn't take it. Y/n, she had been silently seducing Kuroo. Enticing him with the tight pants she wore while at the library outlining her arse. Or the blouse she wore to his match that made him lose focus on occasion. Or how her shorts would hick up whenever she would reach up to get something at home or at the local grocery store. Or now as she puts on his sweater.

Catching his gaze through the mirror she gives a smile. That fucking smile. That pretty little mouth he wants moaning, gagging around his cock.

She didn't mean to. In fact, she has no idea she was seducing him. Fostering such filthy images of herself in his lustful head. She had noticed her boyfriend's strange behaviour since the morning of the Tuesday match. But she figured, if something was on his mind he'd tell her on his own time. She was tempted to ask what's going on but thought better of it.

He shifts in his chair as he sits at his desk. Glaring at Y/n through the mirror. Her body spread on his bed with her silk headwrap as she revises lectures. What a good student she is. Doesn't she deserve a reward?

She lays exposing her plush thighs and stomach, he wants dripping her cum. He watches as she bites down on her pen in frustration. Twirling her pen around her glossed lips. In a huff, she gets up sliding on his slippers, giving him a tantalising view of her plump ass. When she does, he quickly averts his eyes to the book in front of him as she exits his room.

Sighing, he looks down at his growing erection, rubbing it through his pants. Panting and throwing his head back doing so. He snaps his head forward once he hears her return. She reappears with two plates of sandwiches. Placing one on his desk before she slides back on his bed. "Thank you," he whispers. She nods chomping away at her sandwich.

He looks down at the cum seeping through. He continues to admire her through the mirror as she chews and fixates on the math equation in front of her. His eyes dart from her chest down to her stomach and thighs. Those plush thighs he wouldn't mind- actually, wants to get suffocated with. Finally, he had enough. He stands up and walks over to her. She looks up at him with her doe brown eyes. So innocently. Fuck.

"Baby." He calls.

"Mmhm?"

"Could you take a break?"

"And do what?"

She physically stops herself from staring at his throbbing cock but fails. "It'll just be a minute, okay? Then I'll help you with the equation after."

“You promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

He almost felt guilty, fucking her. Having his tongue between her folds. Violently sucking at her throbbing clit. Pulling at her third orgasm, after he lied. "I know. I just need you on my face, okay baby? Cum for me. I just need to taste you- come here.” He coos as she sits on his face. His mouth drenched in her juices as he lays blissfully cum-drunk. Licking her cunt clean. Him with his bruising grip around her shaking thighs, too weak to hold herself up, gloriously suffocating him. Utter bliss as she blesses him with yet another orgasm.

“Baby, please-” she whines, hissing as she painfully grinds on his tongue looking to stop but continuing to cum on his face.

He almost felt guilty watching her as she bounced on his cock. Leaning in to trail kisses down her neck and shoulders. Rocking his hips forward as she chased her own orgasm. "There you go, baby." He held firmly at her waist thrusting into her as cums, watching as her eyes roll back. Loving the way she clenches around his cock as she cums.

He almost felt guilty corrupting his A-student. Wiping away the drool as he fucks her, ass up. "Look how pretty you look, baby." He lifts her head to look up at the mirror, at her fucked-out face. Gripping firmly at her waist fucking her from the back as she tries to get away. "Kuroo-" "No come back here. I- fuck... just need you..." He grins fucking her faster, groaning as she squirts. He tenderly rubs her side as she shakes, slowly rocking his hips forward.

He almost felt guilty rubbing her swollen clit and sucking on her tits as he slowly thrusts into her. Making her a babbling mess around his cock. Wickedly, looking down at her as he edges her by sliding his cock in and out her cum stained cunt and grinding his cock between her leaking folds. Tapping his cock on her pussy as she cums. “You want my cock, baby? There you go.”

He almost felt guilty leaving hicekies all over her body as he fucks his fingers into her. Watching her spasm as he searches knuckle deep for yet another one of her delicious orgasms. Kissing her arm as she grips tightly onto his bicep gasping and whimpering. "Just cum for me, baby." Licking her cum off his fingers as she moans under him.

He almost felt guilty as she sucked his cock. With her fucked out eyes looking up at him. Watching as she innocently rubs his shaft like his little cock-drunk slut she is, licking his tip making him grip her hair and buck his hips. Her moans as she gags around his cock. He didn't give a flying fuck as he came on her tits and moaned as she eat it off her, showing him what a good girl she is, not wasting a drop of it.

He almost felt guilty, corrupting her, but he enjoys hearing her quiet whimpers as he presses against his bulge at her stomach, watching her cum and tasting her, more.

But he did feel guilty for taking her away from her studies. So, he had to make it up to her of course. Making her squirm on his cock as she tried to solve her equation. She leaned back into his chest fucking herself on his cock. Catching her, he holds her hips down. "No baby, no moving. Not until you solve the equation."

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papiliotao · 1 year

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・❥・ A PORCELAIN HEART

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ character: scaramouche

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: about 1000

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content: reverse comfort, scaramouche is kind of insecure, turns very fluffy toward the end, kisses, established relationship

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: in which your kisses act as a remedy to all his fears and doubts when he begins to question his worth.

broken.

he was broken — a discarded puppet, a failed experiment, and a blemish upon the name of his creator.

he wasn’t worthy of kindness. he wasn’t worthy of care. he wasn’t worthy of love.

those were his thoughts as he gazed up at you from your lap, losing himself in the refuge of your eyes. the wind brushed through his hair with a mercy he didn’t deserve, and the sun caressed his face like a loving mother tending to her child. blades of grass tickled his pale skin as they danced under the touch of gentle zephyrs.

iridescent glints of affection glittered in your irises — shimmers reminiscent of city lights on nostalgic nights. he knew you loved him, but he couldn’t help but wonder…

“why do you love me?”

the words left the tip of his tongue before he could stop himself. he usually didn’t like uncovering such vulnerable sides of himself. it felt like revealing a mirror of self-perception that was on the verge of breaking — shattering into thousands of crystalline shards. but this time around, he couldn’t help himself. he needed to know.

“why do you ask?” you answered. he felt his blood run cold. if he had a heart, surely it would have sunk upon hearing your words.

were you avoiding his question? he wouldn’t have been surprised if you were. after all, there was nothing lovable about him.

he was far too insensitive, spouting harsh words as if it was second nature, insulting others with his sharp tongue as if their hearts were bulletproof. yet at the same time, he was far too sensitive himself — a fragile doll that could completely break under a careless touch. two polarized facets of the same person mingled together to create a magnum opus of disasters.

and you — you were flawless in his eyes. you were the epitome of perfection. you were the brightest star in a sea of lights, illuminating the world with your enticing words and enchanting smile. you were everything that he was not.

so no matter how hard he tried to respond to your question, he just couldn’t. words were betraying him, getting caught in his throat before they could leave his lips. although a world where he could bring himself to divulge his deepest fears was a distant daydream, he felt trapped within an hourglass of lies, suffocating as grains of sand kept piling and piling — small moments where he had instinctively told you he was fine when he was, in fact, the opposite.

the sound of you sighing permeated his senses. were you disappointed in him? he wouldn’t have been surprised if you were. after all, the very nature of his existence was failure and inadequacy.

but to his shock, you reached down to run your fingers through hair weaved from the quintessence of the night sky. his breath hitched as your touch caused a few knotted strands to unravel. “it seems like you’re not in the mood to respond,” you said in a voice reminiscent of multicoloured petals drifting in a spring breeze, “so i’ll answer your question first.”

he waited with bated breath. the silence that ensued as you were thinking about what to say seemed far too pronounced for his liking. he couldn’t wait for your response. a singular second felt like a millenium as he drowned in an ocean of suspense, the murky blue waters swallowing him whole as anticipation caused intrusive thoughts to rush through his head.

“i love you for you,” you finally said, breaking through the silence hanging in the stagnant air. “i love you because you’re witty, unintentionally funny at times, and you care for me in your own unconventional way. to be honest, i could go on and on, and i can’t exactly explain why i feel so drawn to you, but just know that i love you in your entirety.”

his muscles tensed. did you really mean it? if it were anyone else, he would have assumed that they were lying to get on his good side, but to him, you were different. you would never give him up, you would never let him down, and you would never run around and desert him.

finally, with a lighter conscience, he sat up to face you. he looked into your eyes and saw the sincerest of emotions gleaming in their depths. your feelings were genuine, yet he couldn’t stop hesitation from bubbling within the pit of his stomach.

and perhaps you noticed how perturbed his soul was because as he averted his gaze, you intertwined your fingers with his, tracing comforting circles on the back of his hand. as always, you understood him better than he understood himself.

“please look at me,” you begged. he swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced up. “let me show you how much i love you.”

before he knew it, he felt the sensation of warm lips pressing against his skin. your actions spoke louder than words ever could.

one: a gentle kiss pressed to the back of kunikuzushi’s hand — fleeting, soft, and tender, encapsulating all the arduous feelings in the world.

i’ll accept you, no matter what you’ve done in the past. that hateful side of yourself that once wished to see the world burn is no longer a part of you. you’ve changed, and you should be proud of yourself.

two: a warm kiss against scaramouche’s cheeks which were adorned with skin fashioned from the finest porcelain. as you pressed on, a breathtaking rosy shade reminiscent of sunset hues began to dust his pale features.

i cherish you as you are now. you don’t have to be useful to me, and you don’t have to give me anything in return. i don’t care for any exchanges because all i want is you. you are enough. you are worthy. so please, allow all your self-doubt to drift away on the wind.

three: a passionate kiss to the wanderer’s lips. you placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer as you shared a touch laced with the most ethereal feelings of bliss, amplifying the intimacy of the moment tenfold.

i will love you into the future. i know you’re scared that i’ll leave, but i promise i’ll never abandon you because you mean the world to me. a life without you isn’t a life worth living. my affection for you are will always be unconditional.

and in that moment, he realized that despite all his shortcomings, he had finally found the eternity he had sought from the moment he was born. an enchanting forevermore basking in the splendor of your love.

i hope you enjoyed reading this! did you spot the reference to that one song? i had a bit too much fun writing this. anyway, if you liked this fic, please reblog/comment if you feel up to it! have a nice day 💞

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lovecolibri · 5 months

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Your tags about not settling for less than buddie and how fans of others couples are not expected to ABSOLUTE CHEF KISS. I’m NOT okay with anything else and I never will be, I will die on this hill idc lmao

Thank you! The tags in question

I always thought it was such a refreshing thing with this show that when stuff came up like Hen cheating and Karen needing some time, or Bobby and Athena fighting, or Maddie leaving, the show didn't try to wedge in another love interest. ESPECIALLY with Maddie and Chim because in any other show, either she would have met someone in Boston who "helped her heal" and then she would "realize" she still loved Chim and break it off, or he would have spiraled after she left and met some hot single mom at like, a baby and me class or something and they would "bond" over being left. But the show didn't do that, because it was about the love story and getting the couple back together. And while it was certainly dramatic, it wasn't over the top everyone sleeping around dramatic.

So sorry for pointing out that the show has 3 established couples that have been around in some capacity from the start or in s2 forward, but Buck and Eddie get trapped with horrible LI drama all the time while THEIR actual relationship mirrors the other three couples. Like, no I'm not gonna settle for less.

ALSO!!! If, as everyone claims, they're fine with Buddie being besties if they get a "fully fleshed out" partner for either one of them, that means a) less screentime for the other main characters, and b) less screentime for BUDDIE. Remember s5 when KR had Buck sequestered in that tomb of a loft with Tay Kay and he wasn't ever allowed to talk to Eddie about how he was feeling? Yeah.

They are never going to be able to build up credible LIs for either of them without taking the majority of those deep, meaningful "I know you better than anyone else" scenes from Buddie and giving them to the LIs. Otherwise they're just going to be blury background partners and for one, we all deserve to watch an epic love story and for two, those characters DESERVE to have an epic love story.

Sorry I don't want to pretend it would be worth it to see it happen with anyone else, especially when they are already perfect for each other 🤷🏻‍♀️

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #buddie

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muddy-water-1997 · 4 months

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𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝖲𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒!𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝖻𝗁

Chapter 22 - A Rose Between Two Thorns

You didn’t know why Seungmin was there instead of Chris, but you took the roses from him with a questioning smile. It was hard to see him as anything other than a harmless friend, but the look in his eyes was off-putting; this seemed like a game to him. It was only last night that you were called a "quick fuck," and he stormed out of your apartment, taking half of the boys with him.

“You wanted to see me… without him?” you questioned, moving toward the kitchen and placing the roses in the sink water. You might be cautious of Seungmin's intentions, but you couldn’t deny that the roses were beautiful.

“Yeah…” He followed behind you into the kitchen before continuing. “I need to apologize for last night; what I said was completely out of anger.” He explained as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the same counter Chris was kissing you on this morning. The memories kept flooding back. Where was he? He was supposed to be back by now.

“Out of anger?” you echoed, trying to keep your tone neutral, but the scepticism was evident.

Seungmin nodded, his expression earnest, but his eyes still holding that unsettling glint. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was just... frustrated and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

You glanced at the roses, their vibrant petals contrasting with the confusion and unease swirling inside you. “Why now, Seungmin? Why apologize now, and why without Chris?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I need you to understand that what I said last night was a mistake. And... because I wanted to clear the air without him interfering.”

Interfering? The word hung heavily in the air, and you couldn’t help but feel a chill. “Interfering how?”

Seungmin took a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t think he’s the right person for you, Y/N. He doesn’t appreciate you the way you deserve.”

You took a step back, the proximity making your heart race with anxiety rather than affection. “Chris appreciates me more than you think,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “And he was supposed to be back by now. Do you know where he is?”

Seungmin’s gaze darkened for a fraction of a second before he plastered on a smile. “I’m sure he’s just running late. But think about what I said, okay? You deserve someone who truly values you.”

“I told you,” you began, trying to take a step back. Seungmin mirrored your movement, closing the distance until your back pressed into the fridge. You were trapped.

“But does he worship your body like the rest of us do?” His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper as he pressed a hand above your head, his eyes boring into yours. “Does he fuck you as good as the rest of us do?” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “I bet he didn’t even touch you last night.”

There was a twisted pleasure in his words, a sick satisfaction that made your skin crawl. His smile was a predator’s grin, relishing the fear and discomfort he was causing.

“Seungmin…” you tried to muster the strength to speak up, but your voice wavered, barely more than a whisper. You had never seen him like this, so consumed by a dark, insatiable need to dominate, to prove a point. It felt like you were nothing more than a prize to be won.

His hand moved from the fridge to your shoulder, holding you in place possessively. “You don’t need him, Y/N. You need someone who knows how to truly appreciate you. Someone who can give you what you really want.”

Fear surged through you, but you refused to let him see you break. “Chris cares about me,” you said, your voice gaining strength. “And I care about him. Nothing you say will change that.”

“We all care about you, Y/N. How come he gets to have all the fun? Stealing my limelight again. I only just got a taste, and I’m having to walk away already.” He growled into your ear, his eyes flickering down to the necklace around your neck that they had all bought you before the emergency evacuation. He took the charm between his fingers, a scoff coming from his mouth.

Before he could continue, the door swung open with a loud bang, startling both of you. Chris stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger as he took in the scene before him. “Get away from her, Seungmin,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.

Seungmin straightened up, a sneer on his lips. “Just having a conversation, Chris.”

“Now,” Chris repeated, stepping forward, his fists clenched at his sides.

Seungmin backed off, and your hand flew to your chest in a feeble attempt to catch your breath, feeling as if it was slipping away. Were you scared? Was that supposed to turn you on? What was that?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chris asked as he rushed to you from the doorway, quickly stepping between you and Seungmin. It was a good question. Were you okay?

“Yeah,” you mumbled quietly, your hand moving to the necklace, checking for damage. “I’m okay.”

“What the hell is this?” Chris demanded, his anger not subsiding as he glared at Seungmin.

Seungmin shrugged, a smug smile still lingering on his lips. “Just a misunderstanding, right, Y/N?”

Chris turned back to you, his eyes filled with concern and fury. “Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, though your heart was still racing. “No, he didn’t hurt me. It was just... weird. He was saying things, trying to... I don’t know.”

Chris’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer to Seungmin, his body radiating protective energy. “You stay away from her. Do you understand?”

Seungmin’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a flash of defiance. “I’m just looking out for her, Chris. Maybe you should be too.”

“Get out,” Chris growled, pointing toward the door. “Now.”

“What?” Seungmin retorted, his tone sharp. “You wanted us to do better by her. Those were your words. Or does that not include making her feel good? Because you were fine with that detail up until last night.”

“Things change,” Chris snapped back, his patience wearing thin.

“Whenever you want them to, sure,” Seungmin challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Enough!” You stepped in, unable to stand being caught in the middle of their argument. “I should just pack a bag and go back home.” You sighed, heading toward the bedroom. You should have done this last night; it would have saved all this drama.

“No!” They both said in unison, moving to stop you in your tracks before glaring at each other.

“I’m a person!” you yelled, the anger and fear suddenly pouring out at once. “I’m not a prize you can just win at an arcade. Jesus fucking Christ.” You buried your face in your hands, trying to take a breath. “Have I not been through enough these past few days? Truly. I’m in a foreign country, away from my family and my friends, and you’re here acting like a pair of children.”

You couldn’t tell if you were mad or hungry, remembering your takeaway plans with Chris that had quickly become a passing thought. The overwhelming mix of emotions bubbled up, making it hard to think clearly.

Chris took a step toward you, his voice softer now, filled with regret. “Y/N, I’m sorry. This isn’t what I wanted. I don’t want you to feel like this.” You let him get close, his body enveloping you warmly. The tears that stung at your eyes were threatening to fall. You felt so safe with him, like the world couldn’t touch you. But with Seungmin, the way he cornered you, he was so close to you. You couldn’t deny that the possessiveness turned on a part of you.

“It’s time for you to leave,” Chris spoke to Seungmin with a firm but quieter tone, keeping your body close to his chest. Seungmin didn’t argue this time, but Chris noted that the smile on his face hadn’t faded. It was almost like he knew how to push your buttons without you being wiser about it. He walked out of the apartment, not saying another word.

“Are you okay, beautiful?” Chris asked as he heard the door shut, kissing you gently on your forehead. You nodded softly against his chest, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering unease.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, though your voice was still shaky. “Just... a lot to process.”

Chris held you tighter, his hand gently stroking your hair. “I’m so sorry for all of this. I should have been here. I should have protected you better.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. “It’s not your fault, Chris. Seungmin... he just caught me off guard. I didn’t expect him to act like that.”

“I know,” Chris replied, his eyes filled with sorrow and determination. “But I promise, I won’t let him or anyone else make you feel like this again.” You had to process truly what just happened before you agreed to a statement like that. The possessiveness that Seungmin showed… that needed decoding in your brain first.

“Can we order something to eat?” You asked, pulling away from his chest slightly. He laughed softly in response.

“Of course we can, baby. Whatever you want- it’s yours.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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Sword Swallower - Part 1

LA!BuggyxYou

You and Buggy have been close friends for years, never crossing an unspoken boundary, that is, until the alcohol is flowing and Buggy is feeling sorry for himself.

NSFW under cut

Spotify Playlist for the Vibes

The cool sea air guides the Big Top across the waves as the party rages on. A raid as successful as today’s deserves a real celebration. Everyone is clinking steins, merrily singing sea shanties as they drunkenly attempt to dance and not tip over. You carefully let the silver sword slide down your throat, hearing your fellow crew mates rally until the hilt is on either side of your mouth, the cold metal feeling refreshing against your chapped lips. You turn so your back is facing the audience before slowly bending backwards as you had done a thousand times. Expecting a certain Captain to be standing there waiting to pull the sword from your gullet, but to your surprise he isn’t there. Someone quickly takes the opportunity, pulling the sword from your mouth and showing it off drunkenly. You spot him, standing at the back of the ship, staring into the dark water, paying your performance no mind.

“You didn’t even see my performance,” You bound over, hopping off the makeshift stage and through the crowd of your crew mates until he looks up at you for half a second, “I was going to let you pull the sword out, you love that.” He’s very uncharacteristically staring off into the dark waters, away from everyone. He takes a long gulp of his beer, barely acknowledging you.

“Sorry Doll,” He swirls his drink, staring into the dark ale as if it had the answers to every one of his questions.

“You okay, you never miss out on our performances.” You nudge him with your hip before standing next to him, looking out at the water with him. Standing so close your shoulders are touching the brocade fabric of his worn coat.

“Still no map.”

“We’ll find it Bugs, but other than that it was a pretty successful raid.” You spin around to face him, arching your back over the railing of the ship, enjoying the breeze against your alcohol warmed cheeks.

“I don’t care about all this,” he vaguely waves his hand in the direction of the party, “I just want my fuckin’ map.” He angrily tosses his stein into the black waters before crossing his arms and huffing out a sigh.

You lean forward, pressing a hand to his forehead, then bringing your other to his cheek, feigning concern, only muttering a ‘hm’ every so often to upkeep the ruse.

“What are you doing,” he finally asks.

“Checking to see if you have a fever, because the great captain Buggy would never say he didn’t care about treasure unless he was knocking on death’s door.” You smile at him when he rolls his eyes. Your hand slips from his forehead to rest on his cheek, feeling his stubble scratch against your hand. “We’ll find it, I know it.” He can’t take his eyes off you. Enamored by the way your bouncy curls frame your face perfectly. The curls you had worked on for an hour while sitting on the ground in front of the full length mirror in his quarters.

His eyes slip down your form, taking in your black baby doll dress, your black and white striped thigh highs that he had suggested and the clunky boots that had seen better days. “Wanna’ know how I know?” He huffs a laugh before dryly saying,

“Sure.”

“Because you’re the genius jester, Buggy the Clown!” You lean in close, the alcohol causing you to forget where you are as you press a kiss to his nose. Something you had done many times in private when he needed extra reassurance. As you pull back you can see his eyes are hooded, clearly not caring about the crew celebrating behind you.

Before your alcohol fogged brain can process it, he pulls you into a kiss. He balls the back of your dress in his hands as you’re flush against him. Your hands are trapped between your chests, grabbing onto his vest. His mouth tastes like ale and you know your’s probably tastes the same.

As quickly as it started he’s pushing you back, the sound of the crew whistling and yelling at the two of you feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over you. “Just fuck already!” Was the only quip you caught as he wipes his mouth on the arm of his coat and plasters on his practiced grin, makeup smudged.

“Thanks for the practice, Sweets! You’ll get there, keep at it!” He walks backwards towards the door leading to his private quarters. He turns on his heel and you can feel the twisting burn of rejection hot in your gut.

Everyone goes back to their conversations and partying and you feel as though someone flipped the spotlight off at the end of the show and you’re left alone center stage. Heavy footsteps pull you out of your thoughts just long enough to see Cabaji, arm outstretched with a pint. You grab it, knocking it back in one go, sucking air in through your teeth. You never liked beer, but it feels like the searing feel of rejection is temporarily cooled by the amber liquid.

“Another,” You say, following Cabaji through the freaks towards the keg that had been brought aboard.

Part 2

#buggy the clown #buggy one piece #one piece smut #one piece #buggy x you #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy pirates #buggy smut #one piece x reader

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simplydannie · 4 months

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Poisoned (Velvets Version #1)

I haven’t touched on the Poison AU and what ifs in a while. This was inspired by a picture I saw on TikTok here.

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ MENTION OF UNALIVING/ BLOOD

Jealousy begins to overtake Velvet. Suddenly, she finds her brother in the spotlight. Does this means she’d be forgotten? A blind uncontrollable rage takes over her… one she can’t protect her own brother from.

The cameras flashed, the voices of fans were heard all around. Velvet smiled and waved, blowing kisses left and right.

“Velvet! Over here!” She’d heard them call. She’d pose for pictures and sign autographs. Yes, this was the life she’s always wanted since she was a girl…. To be somebody. For too long she put this life aside all for her brother… now it was her turn.

Veneer never minded that his sister took the spotlight over him. After all the years she protected him from bullies, she deserved it. He’d take every moment to make sure the spotlight was on her.

“Thank you! Oh, thank you!” She gushed as they took her picture…But something began to change…

Was it her, was she being crazy? She began noticing the camera’s focusing on her brother more, his name being called more often. A twinge of jealousy began to overcome her.

“Veneer, we love hearing your voice in the background? But any thoughts on leading a song in the future.” One interview went. Veneer grew nervous, he side eyed his sister.

“Uh, no, no. I’m more of a background vocalist. Vels has always had the talent to sing lead. It’s just in her nature.” Veneer did is best to redirect the conversation.

“Of course she is! But that’s to bad, fans would really love to hear your voice. I’m I right folks!” The audience applauded and cheered. A curiousness began o grew inside Velvet…what was happening? But it would only get worse from there.

Why him? He was a nobody, always was and always would be. He was a nerd who would get bullied at in school…If it was for her, he wouldn’t even be here. And this is how he repays her. She sat at her vanity and looked herself in the mirror. What does that little weasel have that I don’t, she thought to herself. Why is all the attention on him now? A voice kept repeating and repeating inside her head…You’re not good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Stop it.” She said aloud.

Even with the Troll…You’re still not good enough.

“Shut up! Shut up!” She told the voice…The more she tried to stop it, the more it came back with vengeance.

He was always the favorite. Mom and dad would give him everything.

“He was sick. Of course they did.”

He even had you playing into his little trap…You even gave him everything. Even gave up having friends, being popular, homecoming, prom…

“He’s my brother. He’d do the same for me.”

Would he?

Knock. Knock.

“Vels?” Veneer popped his head through her door. “Vels, are you okay? I heard you talking with someone?”

“I’m fine Ven. I’m just tired.” She replied crossly.

“Oh.” He walked over and sat on her bed, his hands balled into fists on his knees. He kept biting his lower lip, “Sooo, do you want to maybe watch a movie?”

She turned him, giving him a questionable look, “What?”

“We haven’t really hung out or do anything like that in a while. That new movie we talked about is streaming. Maybe we could cook up some popcorn and-…”

“No.” She replied coldly turning back around.

“Oh come on Vels. OH! I know, maybe we can watch that new season of that reality show you love-…”

“I SAID NO! GET OUT!” She screamed. A sense of pain crept into her brother’s heart…She’d change…She didn’t want to do anything they loved doing anymore. He could see how consumed she was with this fame…but it’s what made her happy, who was he to question it? She sacrificed a lot for him, why not sacrifice this much for her…

“Oh…Okay…” With that he left her….She wanted to call him back, because once he left, the voices began to creep back in..

Immature. Freak. And they want him to solo?

“They never said anything about soloing…” She told the voice.

Oh but they did! Imagine when they see the potential he has…Why, it will no longer be Velvet and Veneer…Maybe your name won’t even be included anymore…

“Shut up! That’s not true! He wouldn’t do that to me.”

Oh but he would…It seems that he’s growing tired of you already…You have to do something…

Velvet’s eyes began to glow with a tint of pink hue, what was real and wasn’t began to mix, her mind growing in confusion and rage…She was starting to loose control.

You have to do something…He’ll betray you…He’ll take over, grab that attention of love YOU deserve…and keep it all for him…

“….That backstabber….” She said.

They love him. Adore him. They want HIM, not you…You’re irrelevant now.

“Not I’m not! I made us what we are!” She screamed looking at the mirror, her glowing brighter and brighter. “WE ARE HERE BECAUSE OF ME!”

Does he think that? He think’s you’re irrelevant. You have to show him who’s boss…Rid him, before he rids you….

The last words echoed in her mind. Her breathing grew heavy as the pink hue around her eyes grew brighter…Her body felt hot, she began to sweat…

“….Rid him…” She repeated and walked out the door.

Floyd sat in his diamond, hugging his knees….How did it come to this? Why? He did nothing but care for them, or at least try to… but then again…He did threaten to leave them because he couldn’t follow this path they were on. Instead of trying to help, he just watch change little by little…but the change he saw was, scary…as if little by little they were being replaced by something different. by an entirely different being… especially Velvet… he worried for her… His thoughts were broken as he heard the door open. Floyd looked round to see Veneer walking in, a sad look in his eyes.

The teen looked at Floyd….why did he do this to him? He walked up and sat on the chair, “Something… is wrong with Velvet…”

The small Troll glanced at Veneer, he had seen something into make him notice this, “I’ve been thinking the same thing for a while now bud.”

“But what? Why is she acting like this?….This isn’t Velvet, my Velvet… the one who was always there for me…” A sadness crossed his face, “What’s happening to her?”

“I…I don’t know…” Was all Floyd could say. There was silence between them. Veneer looked at the Troll, he grabbed the diamond. The two looked at each for a moment…Veneer then began to open the diamond.

“Ven?” Floyd said, but his name echoed in a voice behind him.

“Ven. What are you doing?” He turned to find Velvet staring at him… her eyes glowing pink.

“V-Vels.” He stuttered.

“Why do you have the Troll?”

“I was just… talking to him.”

“Nothing else?” She saw how his hand was over the lid.

“Y-yes.” Was all he mustered to say. He caught a glint of metal in his sister’s right hand….a knife? “W-why do you h-have that?”

“…Be honest with me Ven, do you ever think about a solo career?”

“N-no of course not!”

He’s lying.

“All this fame isn’t getting into your head. Making you feel that you’re too good for me.” Velvet continued.

“No. Vels what’s going on? You know I’m doing this for you.” He replied setting down the diamond. Floyd watched helplessly as the next events unfolded… she crept closer to him.

He’s doing it for himself. No one else. He’s such a freaking liar.

“Don’t you dare lie to me Ven! All these questions they’ve been asking you. All the attention you’re getting. It’s all part of your plan isn’t it.” She said, the dark circles under her eyes growing deeper.

“Velvet no of course not! I don’t know what they’re saying that! But… I’d never do that to you.” He walked closer to her, “It’s us against all of them right…” Floyd couldn’t warn Veneer in time, he had gotten to close, to comfortable, she was his sister… so he’d never imagine her doing what she did then…

Reaching up with her left hand, she tightened her hand around his throat. Veneer gasped for air “…V-Vels…”

“No… no it’s not is against them anymore….” The pink hue still around her eyes, a redness glinting across them. “It’s just me.”

“Velvet no!” Floyd screamed….Taking the knife she had, she stabbed her own brother on the neck. Floyd turned away, he couldn’t bear the sight. The shock in Veneers face turned to hurt, to betrayal…

“Why?” He gagged as tears rolled down his face.

“You can’t betray me… You won’t now..” Velvet replied as she dug the knife deeper. He winced and cried with every inch it dug…

“….youre…. My sister….. I…. love….” But nothing else came out, his body grew limp. She released him letting his body fall with a thump on the floor.

Good. There’s only room for one superstar now. The voice told her… then it was gone. Her head spun, she wobbled on her feet…

“What the heck…” she began to say. Velvet then noticed the knife in her hand. She gasped and let it drop to the floor… “Why, why do I have that. Vennie?” She noticed her brother’s limp body on floor.

“Vennie?” She noticed his eyes halfway open, the last of his tears falling to the floor…. A pool of blood forming around him. “….oh my god…” She knelt next to him. “Vennie!?” Picking him she shook him.

“VENNIE!”

No answer…. His body beginning to grow cold. She looked at the knife she had dropped on the floor…. The knife that was in her hand..

“No….no…..no…” She looked up to see Floyd. His little head was leaning against the diamond, tears staining his cheeks, “What happened?….Floyd! What happened!” She saw the look of sadness in his eyes as he stared at her..

“Tell me I didn’t do this. PLEASE TELL ME I DIDNT DO THIS!” She began to cry. Velvet picked up her brother’s body and hugged it tightly, hoping it would bring him back… his blood staining her clothes. “PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T DO THIS!!” She cried again.

“Velvet…. Something’s happening to you…. Something bad…”

But she couldn’t hear him… she let the pain in her cries fill the air, her eerie cries and screams. She had always protected him… but in the end… she couldn’t protect him from herself…

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creedslove · 1 year

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DESERVE IT - PART NINETEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: gossip, wedding dresses trials and the visit of your mother who obviously doesn't like your fiance makes everyone really question if your wedding will happen or not

• PART ONE TO EIGHTEEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut and actual smut yay (unprotected p in v, ass play, butt plug (f!), oral f!receiving, fingering and SQUIRTING) breeding kink if you squint, reader's mom is a bitch, insecure!reader, insecure!Javi, fluff ❤️

A/N: besties, this one was a real hard chapter to write. It took me days to get it done and it wasn't even good, I don't know what happened, it felt like I simply couldn't get the story going, but in fact, I know exactly what happened: I am having a real hard time to let this story go, which is why I announce you guys, next chapter (chapter 20) will be our last one! It's time to give reader and Javi the happy ending they deserve it ❤️

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The first thing you felt when you stirred in bed as you were trapped in that moment between sleep and consciousness, was Javier's boner pressed against your body. It wasn't unusual, it was a feeling you grew to love every single morning you woke up next to him, but with his recent absence once he left Colombia, you had missed it. It was just one of the particularities of your relationship that just made you and Javi… well, you and Javi.

You rubbed yourself against his hard on, dragging whimpers from his sleeping face, you didn't mean to tease him, you just wanted to be closer, feel his warmth against your body, like you had longed for all the time you had to spend apart. His arm was thrown over your body as you felt him sinking his face further into your hair, giggling softly at how he just mumbled something in his sleep. You hadn't seen Javi relaxed like that in months, you liked it. He wasn't wary, his body wasn't tense or stiff and he didn't wake up at every move you made in bed.

You opened your eyes and took in your surroundings, you were so used to the old routine, you expected to find yourself in his apartment in Colombia, the old furniture, the mirror facing the bed, the heat barging in from the window, but instead, you saw the room was still dark, blinders closed, the disposal of the furniture was different, the decoration wasn't the same, but the mirror by the bed… that remained. Dirty old Javier, always showing his kinkiness in the slightest details. He mumbled again against your head and you chuckled, you loved this new dynamics you two had established ever since you got to Laredo, it'd been a few weeks now and you were adapting just fine.

At first, you were so worried and anxious about everything. First of all, terrified Chucho would be annoyed at your presence, after all Javier just told him eventually one day you would move in with them and just a couple of days later you showed up there without a warning and he was forced to take you in. No matter how many times Javier tried assuring you Chucho was fine with it, you still felt worried about bothering him, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in his own home and more than once you reminded Javi you would be okay with going somewhere else.

But you father-in-law happened to be a real welcoming person; at first, he was serious, kept to himself, and he very often glanced at you, as if he analyzed you, trying to figure out if you were a good person or not. At first, it was obvious he didn't put faith into Javier's engagement, that boy had been engaged once and things didn't end well for neither part, and Chucho was terrified of another scandal and the inevitable humiliation that would come together in case his son replicated his old behavior; that was until he noticed how head over heels Javier was for you, and then his concerns changed: what if instead of Javier breaking your heart, you broke his?

And that was why at first, all the older man did was stare at you and watch you quietly, trying to get a glimpse of your intentions. He knew Javier wasn't a child anymore, his son was strong, independent, and didn't get attached easily, but at the same time, Chucho had never seen him act towards a woman like that, he could see the need Javier had of you, of your touch, how he constantly had a hand over your body: on the small of your back, your thigh, your waist. It was explicit to him how emotionally dependent Javier was on you and it made him shiver to think of what would happen if you left him, he was sure his son would have a hell to pay. Some would've said he deserved it, he had it coming, but Chucho would be heartbroken too, he knew his son already came back from Colombia a little broken after everything he witnessed, and he didn't want him to suffer anymore.

But you started waking up early every morning and made everyone breakfast and your father-in-law couldn't deny the fact you were a good cook, and that breakfast was way better than his and his son's. Then when Javi and him left for work, you'd stay, organize the house a little and wait for them always with lunch and dinner ready and Chucho didn't hate that at all. But what really got to his heart, was when you asked him about what Javier was like when he was little. He saw it was finally his opportunity to speak, he'd missed that, having someone to talk to and you and him were quick to establish a good, sweet relationship. He was fatherly and protective of you and you were kind and patient with him. You understood the years of loneliness made him harden, somewhat like it had happened to Javier in Colombia, but once you showed him you were willing to listen to him, to what he had to say, Chucho became almost a second father to you, he appreciated you for giving him the attention Javier didn't, you listened to him, you paid attention to his advices and his life experience, and before he knew, he was convinced you were the right girl for his son, because to Chucho, you were already part of the family.

You also really enjoyed the times you spent with him, he was a wise man, he told you a lot about his life, his deceased wife and of course, about your Javi. And that's how you learned Javier was terrified of chickens when he was a toddler, and how he fell from a tree and broke his arm when he was eight. And how Chucho walked on him losing his virginity with Lorraine once when he came earlier from work.

And Javier wanted to kill himself, mortified and deeply embarrassed about being exposed like that to you. He knew you had a deep admiration for him, and he worried that would be ruined after the dreadful things his dad had told you about his life.

And all you could do was laugh, you loved learning more about him, each time you passed by a chicken you couldn't help yourself but giggle, and whenever you saw Lorraine running errands in town you couldn't help but cringe at the story you heard. No wonder she barely looked Chucho in the eyes. You also felt pretty good to learn that Chucho never called Lorraine 'mijita' just like he called you. You knew it was petty, she probably didn't even care about the Peñas anymore, but you couldn't help giving into that small competition established in your mind and fueled by people in town. Ever since Javier arrived, many people seemed to be betting against your relationship, they didn't mean harm for real, but they just had their fun by letting snarky comments here and there as if you and Javi were two tabloid celebrities with a scandalous life.

In the first weeks, it bothered you a little, it was just so disrespectful to be walking around the store and have people whispering about you, not even waiting for you to leave before making their comments, but as you were getting used to the city, you began simply not caring about things at all. Whenever you were out with Javi, you made sure to hold his hand, kiss his cheek or peck his lips, if people wanted to comment, then you two would give them something to talk about. So it stopped being annoying and it became funny, to the point of you and Javi establishing a competition of gossip you'd heard about yourselves.

'Did you know Y/N is pregnant and she is trying to hide?'

'I heard Javier is going back to Colombia and leaving his girlfriend behind'

'They aren't a couple, they are both undercover to chase down Pablo Escobar who faked his own death and moved to Laredo"

It always made you and Javi laugh, it was good to know your relationship was healthy enough so you could joke about stuff like that, you felt good about it, and Javi felt his heart swelling with pride to see you trusted him blindly.

While Chucho and Javi left for work, you often walked around town, sending out your resume to companies you found interesting, you often went grocery shopping and you got your library card done, so you could pick up a book and entertain yourself. Camila, the girl who gave you a ride to meet Javi the day you got to Laredo became your friend, and you sometimes hung out together at coffee shops or bakeries. Your life in Laredo was going better than expected, you weren't having any problems, you enjoyed the place, the weather, your relationship with Javi was just as good as it had been, he still couldn't keep his hands off you and you had already fucked in places you probably shouldn't have. His truck for once, the stables, the green fields behind his ranch… He also fingered you when you two went to the movies. You didn't even pretend you didn't want to, or that you thought it wasn't a good idea anymore… anywhere Javi wanted to take you, he had you willing to spread your legs for him.

It was so good, the intimacy you had with Javi you never had with anyone and you couldn't even if you tried. Though Javi's bedroom was away from his dad, you couldn't make as much noise as you would like to, so every Sunday morning, while Chucho went to church as a good catholic man, you and Javi enjoyed your alone time together. He would take his time with you and you loved every single part of it.

So you were already awake, when the rooster crowed and you knew it was only a matter of time for Chucho to leave for church. On the weekends, he established you didn't have to make them breakfast, it was your time off, but you still got up and made it, because the earlier he has breakfast, the sooner he'd leave you and Javi alone.

You were organizing the kitchen when Javi walked to you, arms snaking around your waist and kissing your neck. You whimpered at his touch, always knowing your body so well.

"Come on Javi, have breakfast honey" you whispered as he kissed your neck, nibbling it and not caring if he'd leave the mark of his teeth on your skin.

You groaned at his touch, Javier just had a way to touch and tease you, making everything else seem so distant and meaningless. At his touch, it felt like nothing but him and his cock mattered to you.

"You know damn well what I wanna have for breakfast baby girl" he whispered, his hands going for your breasts, squeezing them softly and toying with your nipples "you know I'm so fucking hungry… and thirsty for you" Javier whispered into your ear and sent shivers down your spine. Ever since he'd made you squirt for the first time, Javi was addicted to it, and he devoted his Sunday mornings to see you pour for him. There was nothing that made that man go on more than drip down your sweet honey, it drove him mad and you both knew it. "Come on cariño, the bed is all ready for you… everything is waterproof, your soft towels are in place so you can make your delicious mess, mi amor" he whispered and took you by the hand.

•••

Javi had been pounding into you for a while, you were feeling so worked up, your wetness leaking out of you as your cunt was already sensitive and swollen. Javier had teased and stimulated you, knowing just how to get you ready for him. A plug he had gifted you a couple of weeks before, shoved deep into your tight asshole, because he just knew you squirted when all your holes were filled. You felt so full, Javi's thick cock pounding into you as he pulled and pushed your plug by its base, fucking your ass at the same time. You were tired, sweaty, the knot in your lower belly getting more and more urgent and yet you still had to be strong enough to hold back your orgasm because Javi would punish you if you came before he told you it was okay to do it.

Your legs shook and Javi groaned at each thrust, the way your walls tightened around his cock, making him even more sensitive to you, but he was determined, he wanted to have all of your honey and he wouldn't stop until he got it.

Suddenly, his moves ceased and you felt empty as Javier slid out of you. You panted, trying to catch your breath glad to have a small break, which didn't take very long, not with Javi getting between your legs once more and breathing down your cunt "you're so perfect hermosa, you look so beautiful all spread up and open just for me…" he praised, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh, small gentle kisses, just enough to drag goosebumps all over your skin.

"Javi please… don't tease" you whimpered and saw his frown, before his hand swatted your cunt in one dry slap

"I can do whatever you want, cariño, this cunt is mine, this ass is mine, you are entirely mine, aren't ya?" He questioned you and you just nodded at him, whimpering as Javi finally got to your clit, suckling on it at the same time he used both arms to keep your waist in place, not letting you escape him as he ate you out, your legs shaking as he locked you with one arm, leaving the other free and shoving two fingers deep into your cunt, hitting your special spot and speeding up. He smirked at the undeniable pleasure in your face, loving how you moaned and slithered softly among the sheets. You felt that intense sensation building up once more, your lower belly felt on fire and you knew you were too close now, Javi could tell you weren't able to hold back any longer and softened up, giving your hard, soaked clit a gentle kiss "come on princesa, pour for me, make it fucking rain" he whispered against your pussy and you finally relaxed, reaching for your orgasm and letting the stream hit Javier.

You had only blurs of him waiting for your sweetness, you couldn't keep your eyes open, but Javi stood right there loving to get your load all over his face.

You felt like you were melting in a puddle of pleasure, feeling tired and a little sore and yet, Javi climbed on top of you, his face wet with your juices as he kissed you and got his cock inside of you again

"Come on cariño, let's make our baby Peña" he whispered into your ear.

•••

You giggled as you entered the kitchen, Javi was right behind you, hands around your waist, squeezing you and making you giggle as the two of you had dripping hair and the clothes still hanging tight to your bodies, as you exited the shower not more than minutes before. You should have made lunch at least an hour before, knowing Chucho would come from church hungry and you and Javi could also eat after spending a lot of energy in bed, but the way he couldn't keep his hands off you, really jeopardized the other activities in the house, and at the same time you sort of felt guilty about it, you couldn't resist when it came to Javier Peña. He was your addiction, you just needed and craved him at every hour of your day, the weeks you'd spent apart you thought you were going crazy without him by your side, so now that you could spend a lifetime with him, you definitely didn't want to let it go. As you got into the kitchen, you stopped dead on tracks

"Mom?!" You nearly shouted, eyes widening as you saw how your mother stood up next to Chucho, who had his hands on his waist - a classic Javier pose and you knew where he got that from, you could chuckle to yourself at that new piece of information on your fiance, if it weren't for the unnerving feeling your mom was giving you. The way she looked around displeased with everything and everyone. How she eyed Javier up and down and couldn't show the slightest smile or any traces of sympathy. "W-what are you doing here?" It was all you could ask her, watching as she shook her head and scoffed

"What exactly did you expect? You simply write me a letter saying you quit your job and that you were going to get married and live in this place?" She looked around "I needed to see with my own eyes, and yes, Y/N, you are indeed out of your mind!"

"I'm not. I'm marrying Javier and I'm staying in Laredo, because Javi and Don Chucho took me in and treat me like family. I don't care what you say, mom, I'm staying" you said and frowned "how did you even get in here?" And it was Chucho's turn to clear his throat and add his own version to the conversation

"I found the lady looking for information downtown, she wanted to know where our ranch was so I offered a ride"

Javier saw how tense you got and tried using his charms to soothe your mom, maybe all she needed was some flattering, just to get to know him, not many women could resists Javier's sweet brown eyes, his beautiful smile and his polite manners, but the moment he tried greeting him properly your mom made everything at her power to keep him away, not hiding the disdain for him, which immediately made you angry and guilty, to have your uninvited mom treating like shit the people who loved and treated you like family.

Everyone could feel the tension in that kitchen and yet it was a mystery how things would be solved. Luckily to you, Chucho offered to take all of you out for lunch at a nice restaurant, then he suggested you should take your mom to some shops and other sights of Laredo, and though you were thankful for that, you felt really upset to know she was there only with one mission: make you give up on your wedding.

You spent the rest of the day in a thick tension, you and your mom chatted briefly about family, work, and one could see and think it was just an ordinary case of mom and daughter catching up on the news, but you knew there was more to it. Luckily, Chucho's suggestion worked and she was easily distracted during the day, getting to know the city and going to bed early, being tired because of her trip. Javi also noticed everything and though he hadn't questioned you through the day you knew you would have a conversation about it. For all the time you've known each other, you barely spoke about your family, all you told him was that you had a complicated relationship with your mother and that they used to really like your former fiance, so when he left you, it all came out as a shock. You two hadn't discussed a guest list because after a whole week of trying to plan the details, you had decided to have a courthouse wedding. Not really you took that decision, but rather Javier and Chucho did. You realized the two of them were terrified of another scandal concerning that matter and even if you reassured Javier you trusted him and knew things would be different this time, he still thought it was safer to go with his dad's idea. You did feel disappointed, you'd already envisioned marrying Javier in a simple, but beautiful party, you had dreamed about inviting Murphy, Connie and your other friends, your family of course, not everybody, but the ones you were the closest to, and yet, you ended up agreeing to just signing the papers and carrying on with your day. A party didn't matter that much, but you would like to celebrate it, to put on a nice beautiful dress and show that whole town that yes, you and Javier loved each other and you would work out, despite every mean thing that'd been said and spread by those people. Your mom also agreed on having a discrete, small wedding, but it puzzled her to know why everyone seemed to be insisting on it, you could tell she was suspicious of something but you didn't feel like telling her everything that happened between Javier and his first bride, it would only bring all of you chaos and arguments.

When you got in your bedroom later that night, you had hopes Javi was already asleep, you didn't quite know what to expect, of course he was an intelligent and observing man and he definitely understood from the very beginning you mom already hated him. You didn't know if it bothered Javi or not, but it probably did a little, no one liked to be hated by someone else and especially not without a good reason. You closed the door quietly, seeing Javi was lying in bed and smiled relieved, though he immediately raised his head from his pillow and immediately turned towards you

"Cariño?" He called you and you bit your lips "we need to talk" he told you and beckoned, watching as you walked towards the edge of the bed and couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled you by your arm, making you lose balance and fall on top of him. You watched Javier closely, taking in how handsome he was, your heart not taking it as you admired his side profile and gently you traced the shape of his nose with the tip of your fingers, smiling at him, though you could see his expression was serious.

"Your mom doesn't want us to get married, does she?" He sighed as you nodded. "why? Does she know about Lorraine?" You shook your head shyly "I need you to use your words, cariño… come on" he whispered against your ear as if he was seducing you, like he often did.

"She doesn't, Javi… I haven't told my mom a lot of things, I haven't even called her, I wrote her a letter, hoping we would've been married by the time she got it. It felt weird not to tell her, but I knew she would have this reaction. She didn't like to know I was in love with you when I first got to Colombia and she definitely doesn't like our lifestyle, you know like the ranch and other things like this…" you said ashamed and looked down "I am not happy with her visit Javi, and I pissed off at how she got here and she thinks she's the queen of the world" you confessed and Javi straightened up his posture, rubbing his forehead and sighing "if she stays here for a long time, she will eventually find out about the gossip… maybe we should just go to the courthouse tomorrow, sign the papers and get this thing over with" he suggested and you couldn't help but feel disappointed, your wedding was now 'this thing'?! You shook your head

"Javi, do you really wanna marry me?" You asked worriedly and watched as he sighed again "I don't wanna be annoying and insecure, that's just not us… but we went from leaving Colombia and getting married, having a beautiful party, wearing a wedding dress for you, and then we just thought of a courthouse wedding and now you tell me we should do it tomorrow, just to get this thing over with?"

Javi held your face between his big hands and stroked your cheek gently, leaning in and pecked your lips, before getting off bed and getting on his knees in front of you. He took your hand, caressing it and watching his mom's ring "you're completely right, hermosa. I'm sorry if I made you feel like that, of course I still wanna marry you. I was worried you wouldn't want it after your mom arrived" he sighed "I don't want you to be upset… I want you to go out tomorrow and get yourself a pretty wedding dress, the most beautiful one you can find… I want you to be even more gorgeous to me, and once you get your dress we will figure something out, okay? Something that won't be as impersonal as a courthouse wedding… I just want you to be my wife, I want to have baby with you some day, mi amor" he said, giving you his sweet eyes, and leaning towards your touch as you caressed his cheek.

•••

"You know mom, you didn't really need to come here with me, it's a simple task… I'll pick a dress I like and buy it" you said as the two of you walked into the wedding dress store, the only one in Laredo and that you were sure you wouldn't really like the options, judging by what you'd seen in the window at least. You mom just rolled her eyes and scoffed

"You are already marrying this… man" she said "the least I can do for you is to help you pick up a decent wedding dress, knowing your taste it will definitely be a nightmare, Y/N" you gritted your teeth and before you could say anything else, a smiling girl came towards you, introducing herself as the clerk and dragging you over to the wedding dresses section. No matter how many times you'd said you were looking for a simple model, something comfortable and pretty, all she did was show you layers and layers of white, flamboyant lace, gigantic veils and your heart clenched to see you were having a hard time to even pick a dress, maybe it was all a sign? No, you shook that thought away, you and Javi were meant to be together, and no matter what was going on, you two would get married.

When you finally spotted a simple, sleeveless white dress, you sighed relieved. You didn't like it very much, but it fit better the kind of party - if you were having a party at all - than the other options and you insisted on trying it on, despite the comments coming from both your mom and the clerk, who stated the dress was too plain and too simple. You felt your blood boiling, but you didn't say anything at all, it was bad enough you and Javi were the constant subject of gossip around town, and you figured a public argument with your mom wouldn't favor either of you, so you forced yourself to suck it up and get inside the fitting room.

The clerk smiled at your mom trying to make small talk "so… ma'am, your daughter is marrying Javier Peña… he's kind of a big deal here in Laredo, everybody knows him, he's more of a lição hero, and it's cool that his first bride bought her dress here, and now his second bride is doing the same, hopefully she'll be luckier than Lorraine" the young girl shrugged, trying to sound innocent but also looking for some juicy details she could spread on with her co-workers later.

Your mom's eyes snapped at the girl's words and she didn't stop inquiring until your mom got the full, whole story. And boy, she wasn't happy about it.

You watched yourself in the mirror, you hated the dress. Maybe not the dress, but you were hating that experience, that tension and the stress. You hated that store, you hated that sales clerk who always whispered when she saw you and Javi passing by. There was nothing you wanted more than to marry Javi, and he had been clear about wanting to marry you too, but it felt like things weren't collaborating. Not even a dress you could find, and it made you anxious. As you undressed, you couldn't help but stare at your stomach, picturing if you'd look too different with a pregnant bump. You knew getting pregnant was just a matter of time and quite honestly you were a bit surprised it hadn't happened yet, with the amount of times Javi finished inside of you. Still, it didn't feel like the right moment just yet, but when it did, you'd be very happy to have baby Peña inside.

You knew it was time to get rid of that horrible dress and head home, but you didn't think your mom would be waiting for you at the door, her face seemed to have been replaced with a mask of anger which puzzled you until you all got to the ranch.

Chucho and Javi were at the table having some coffee and a slice of cake when they heard the commotion of the two women barging in. Your voices were loud but muffled and though it was obvious you and your mother were having an argument, they still couldn't exactly understand what you two were quarreling about. Both men got up and walked to the door, getting to the living room where you were already crying and your mom made sure to tell you horrible words, wanting to express her point of view which she considered to be the only right way to see things.

Javier didn't like that distress, he knew you were out to see your wedding dress, it was supposed to be a nice day for a woman, and he didn't need to be a genius to see whatever happened ruined it for you. His first reaction was to wrap his arms around your body and pull you closer, kissing the top of your head and stroking your cheek "shh calm down, cariño… what happened?" He asked worried but your mom immediately walked to him

"You happened!!!" She yelled "you happened to disgrace my daughter's life, Javier! How can she marry someone like you? You cannot even be called a man! You're a coward, a disgusting person!!! And my daughter is the stupidest woman in the world!!! She was humiliated by a man like you, but she seems to like your type because she is willing to make the same mistake for the second time now!!!" Your mom yelled feeling so angry and wanting to inflict as much pain as she could "and even if you don't abandon her at the altar, Mr. Peña… what do you have to offer her? This house? A life on the farm? Taking care of kids and animals? Until what? She gets too unattractive to you and you start chasing down girls half your age?"

"ENOUGH!!!" you finally roared, being fed up with that scene, that horrid act of cruelty "enough!!! You have no right to say those things, mom!!! You weren't invited here, you weren't even invited to the wedding, I just told you I would be getting married to Javi, well, now I don't even know if there will be a wedding, but you are no one to tell me what to do or what not to do!!! I love Javi and I want this life, we both do! I trust him, I wanna be his wife, be the mother of his children and if you don't like it, just go away!!! I'm not asking for permission or your approval!" You finally said and gently got rid of Javi's arms, not wanting to be there any longer.

You ran out the door and went for the green fields, the ones you often made love with him and walked until you were far away from the house, from that ranch that despite the large size, made you feel suffocated. You and sat down on the grass and allowed yourself to shed your tears, letting all the hurt out of your chest as you felt so upset at everything that was happening. Your mom had no right to try to ruin everything for you, you were supposed to be living the best of your relationship with Javi and not having everything spoiled by anyone just because they thought it was fun to comment on your life.

You hung your head low and sighed, trying to find some inner peace.

Some time later, Javi watched you from afar as he squinted his eyes because of the sun and placed his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, climbing the small hill you sat yourself on and reaching you.

"Hey" he said licking his bottom lip "your mom packed her things and decided to fly back home, dad just took her to the airport…" he said carefully and watched as you nodded, your eyes still red and puffy. It simply broke his heart.

"J-Javi I'm so sorry about what she said… about everything, this scene, this argument, about the things I've told you… I'm just so tired of this, of having to step on eggshells all the time when we are out because people gossip about us, it's not fair we have to give up our wedding, our celebration of a new start because of a bunch of dicks around here… all the gossip was funny at first, but now's just tiring. I'm tired of having people telling me you're going to abandon me or you're going to cheat on me, because you're not" you held Javier's face between your hands and stared into his eyes "I know you'll never do this, we both know it" you sniffed sadly as Javi gently wiped the tears that insisted on falling down.

"You're totally right, cariño… I'm tired of that too, I understand if you don't wanna marry me or if you don't wanna live in Laredo with me, but I thought of a solution to show these fucking hillbillies how we're meant to be for real: I want to have a big ranch wedding, it can be here, in the fields… we get a priest or whatever to bless our ceremony, we have a big party so we can show everyone how we are getting married for real, the whole town as a witness to our love, so they'll shut up about it. You can get your wedding dress handmade with the seamstress who lives a couple of miles away…" he suggested it, his heart hammering his ribcage as he watched you closely. "What do you say, mi amor? Will you still marry me?"

And then Javi stared at you with his stupid, deep brown eyes, you could tell at that moment he would do anything for you and your heart clenched at how much you loved him, it just ran through your body, your veins, your pores. You loved Javier with your whole heart and soul and it was obvious you would still marry him.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it 😭

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